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thefanficmonster · 1 year

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It is I!! With (yet again) another small Idea I JUST had

Imagine this: Corpse x Apartment neighbor reader, where one night Corpse just Scream to the top of his lugs and then the reader screams back just for fun and then they get to know each other that way

I found it kinda funny honestly but that's like a rough idea of what I just thought let me know if ya liked it, k?

-with love Miss Kia

PS: Remember to take care even if it's just sleeping a bit or a glass of water okay?🥰 Whatever you do is good enough for us

PS2: Please tag me with it done, if you do make it ☺️

Hi dear! I know it's been literal months since you sent in this request but I've finally gotten around to it and I hope the final product makes the wait worth it. Love you with all my heart, Vy 💕

Pairing: Corpse Husband x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Mentions of Anxiety and Stress, Swearing

Genre: Fluff, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: see request above

As you slump against the only standing piece of furniture in your otherwise barren living room, you can't help but sigh. Boxes surround you, silently judging you for leaving them in their status quo for yet another day. Postponing the inevitable unpacking awaiting you isn't much of a choice with your busy schedule but it is what it is and anything else would be making excuses. And there's nothing you hate more than making excuses.

You moved into this new apartment three days ago and yet you have only spent twelve hours in it total. Your stuff is still in boxes which you are quite frankly afraid to open, worried of all the broken crap you'll find because the movers you hired turned a blind eye to the large bold letters the word FRAGILE was written in.

Working two jobs is the only way you can pull through your final year of college but it's starting to feel like you're digging your mental health and sleep schedule a grave instead.

You wanna scream. Scream your fucking lungs out. But you can't with these shitty thin walls. You don't want your neighbors to think you're a nut-job. At least not already. Hell, they haven't even seen your face. You could be living next to Leonardo DiCaprio and have zero clue.

Ok, full disclosure, the building is filthy, so Leo is certainly not living next-door but a serial killer might be.

And speaking off....

Just as that ridiculous though passes your mind and causes you to chuckle, the aforementioned thin walls are straight up rattled by a guttural scream, the vibrations of which nearly bring the ceiling down on you.

You let several moments go by as the building settles in it's slot in the Earth following that vocal earthquake. You stare blankly at the wall behind which the scream emanated from, the wall separating you from your neighbor.

That serial killer thing seems to check out, you think to yourself as your loopy, exhausted brain hits the wrong instruction button, sending you in a fit of quiet giggles.

They can't think I'm a loose canon if they're just as bad, can they?

You decide they can't and go on and rip your friendly neighbor a new one. A scream much stronger, louder and longer that simultaneously establishes your dominance as well as deflates the tension that had built up in your chest.

It's the relief you've needed for a while now.

Similar silence follows your scream, leaving you to catch your breath, head tilted back with peace you haven't felt since you decided to move.

At least until there's a knock at your door.

"Hey, um, you good in there?"

The knock maybe put you on edge, but the voice is what seriously caught you off-guard. In all honesty, it intrigued you more than you'd like to admit. Not enough to get you to open the door, but enough to get you up from the couch and get you to approach the door at least a little.

"You're one to talk. You started the chain, pal." You retort without a second's hesitation which probably should have been considered, with the whole serial killer theory and all.

You hear the guy chuckle, "Desperate times call for desperate measures. It's not like I own a stress ball."

Another step brings you closer to the door, "I mean, they don't really do much. And therapy is expensive. Scaring your neighbors is free."

"I scared you?" He has the audacity to sound shocked, almost offended, "You scared me!"

"You bet your ass I did. Gotta let you know who the boss is around here." You sass right back, unable to prevent the bubbling laughter from escaping you.

It mirrors his, "Well, boss, wanna open this door? I feel a little looney and I probably look so too. Talking to a door and all."

His comments provokes a mumbled apology from you as you, against all the better judgement your 2-minutes-ago self possessed, go to open the door.

And my, oh my, did you win the neighbor lottery. You got a lethally cute one.

"Hi there, neighbor." You greet the taller figure crowned by a mop of messy dark curls. His dark eyes barely peer through the curtain.

But you still manage to make out his smile, even with the mask blocking it from direct view, "Hello to you too, neighbor."

"Y/N, nice to meet ya."

"Corpse, the pleasure's all mine."

His name wouldn't help his serial killer case if you weren't so focused on the few features of his you could see.

There's a brief beat of silence he puts an end to with a shy yet still witty comment, "I know you're supposed to bring baked goods to new neighbors but I can't cook for shit....I got beer though?"

A smile brightens up your face which clearly releases some tension from him, "Say no more, Corpse. You got my full attention. Even if you might be a serial killer."

His eyes blow wide, "What?"

So do yours, "What?"

Well, if that isn't the most rom-comy thing ever. Hallmark and audience approved.

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yeowangies · 1 year

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PAIRING: Raditz/Reader RATING: Explicit CONTENTS: Explicit sexual content, little plot, attempt at humor. WORDCOUNT: 5370

Summary:

That was not a meteor. You were too close to see it wasn’t. You’ve never seen one during the day, so there was a chance you were wrong. But what you saw was clearly some kind of ship. An extraterrestrial ship.

This is how DBZ should have started

Notes:

This is supposed to be ridiculous and silly and even a little dumb (though the smut part should be sexy), not really meant to be taken seriously, so if you laugh that's alright. It's my attempt at humor.Also, this might be a good idea for a low budget porn film too if you think about it.

*I know that's not how the armor Raditz wears works, but I didn't want him to take it off, let's be honest that's part of what make the Saiyans hot. So I just made it a two piece armor.

I got some inspiration from some of FunSexyDB's comics.

Raditz would technically die after this, and I felt bad thinking about it so. I might write another chapter for this. I most likely will. But since I haven't started it yet, I'll just mark this as complete for now.

Any encounter with an advanced species or civilization had ended poorly for the least developed one, at least that was the case in human history. And if space travel was a thing for this visitor’s species, then the Earth was done for.

You gulped. Well, if this was the end of humanity or something, you wanted to see it with your own eyes. Hopefully you were just making stuff up in your head, and this wasn’t the end of the world.

Walking through the open field and following the trail of smoke the mysterious falling object left, you finally found the crater it created when it reached ground. You couldn’t help but gape at the size of the cavity. You approached the edge slowly, settling your eyes on what was now obviously a spaceship, though not a big one, and you thought it was weird that it looked like a giant baseball.

You crouched down near the edge, staring at the ship with caution, too nervous to get closer to the craft. What kind of alien would step out of it? What would they look like? Your only references were the aliens in the movies, and you never bothered much to create your own illusion about it, so you were expecting a thin green body with a big round head and black eyes, too huge for its face. The idea of that species being human-eaters occurred to you, and you flinched instantly, but you discarded it quickly, trying not to shit your pants when you haven’t even seen anyone or anything come out of that ship yet.

Needless to say, you were stunned when the door of the spaceship opened, and a man stepped out of it. He looked human. Way too human. And a handsome one, nonetheless.

You flushed at your own thoughts. You weren’t sure anymore if this person was an alien or a human. Maybe there was some experiment going on nearby, by a scientific or military base. A tall, sturdy man was not what you were expecting at all. What was odd was his long dark hair, and his attire, some kind of armor that showed too much skin, which only made you blush harder at the sight of such strong thighs.

You yelped when he suddenly leaped in the air and landed outside the crater, just a few feet away from you.

Well, he wasn’t human, alright.

He seemed to not have noticed you were near him at all, though you figured he must have known by the surprised noise you let out when he jumped. He looked around, muttering something to himself.

You froze when he turned to you. You pursed your lips, trying to be as quiet and still as you could until you figure him out. He approached you slowly as he tapped a device he had on the side of his head.

“A power level of only 5?”

His words didn’t seem directed at you, though his tone was scornful. His voice was deep, and it made your stomach somersault involuntarily.

He stood directly in front of you, staring down at you with a contemptuous smirk. From where you were cowering, he looked massive. Even if you were to stand up at full height, he would still tower over you by a lot more.

That was certainly the wrong time to be aroused by a man who not only looked like he was going to eat you, but also strong enough to easily snap you in half; though the thought only made your insides stir more. You facepalmed yourself mentally, embarrassed.

I could die yet here I am, drooling about an ALIEN man.

Still, you didn’t dare to move an inch but you managed, in a very tiny voice, to at least ask the only question on your mind.

“Are you here to destroy this planet?”

“Not currently,” He scorned, not taking his eyes off you. “But we are considering it.”

“We?”

He chuckled, but didn’t reply. You heard a voice coming from the device he was wearing but you couldn’t catch any word.

“Hold on,” He replied to whoever was talking to him through the gadget, “I just found something tasty.”

You stared at him with eyes like plates.

“You- you are not really gonna eat me, are you?”

You slowly backed away, but you ended up falling backwards on your butt.

“Is that what Earthlings are into? Being eaten?” He was clearly teasing you, a wide grin on his face, but you still felt a shiver going up your spine.

“What?! N-no!”

When he laughed mockingly, you scowled at him. Whether or not he was going to eat you or kill you, you didn’t like that he was making fun of you like that, as if you were beneath him.

“What are you doing here? What do you plan to do?” You practically yelled at him.

“Why should I tell you?”

He took a couple more steps until he was looming over you. You could see every muscle tense in his body, and you gulped, feeling both afraid and turned on. It was wrong to feel like that at such a moment, but he was handsome and big.

An idea occurred to you. Maybe that side of you that liked these kinds of men could help you. He may not be human, but if he was a man, you could try to entice him. For the benefit of the Earth, of course.

“Because if you promise to not attack this planet, then maybe I can help you.”

“And how would you do that?” He sneered.

“I can… do something for you.” It was his turn to scowl at you, clearly confused at what you were offering him. “I mean, you are cute, and you just said I was tasty, so…”

He seemed taken aback by your implication, but did not move an inch.

“Unless you literally want to eat me…” You quickly clarified, trying not to let your fear show on your face.

“Are all human females this crude?” He asked, and by the tone in his voice, you could swear he seemed a bit abashed by your insinuation. “Are you really offering yourself to me, woman?”

“I don’t offer myself to just anyone!” You replied, assertive. “And I’m doing this for the Earth!”

“Of course you are,” He snorted, amused. “You’re quite feisty, aren’t you?”

You opened your mouth to reply, but the device was making noises again, and very loud ones. Whoever was talking on the other side seemed to be yelling, and the man in front of you furrowed his brows.

“I will only delay my stay for a short while. Don’t get your panties in a bunch.” He responded, annoyed.

He took off his gadget and discarded it on the floor. Angry voices were still coming out from the speaker, but he didn’t pay them any attention.

“Very well, I won’t say no to something this tempting.”

This time his words were directed at you with a wide smirk.

You froze. Were you really going to do this in the middle of an open field with a literal (very handsome and intimidating) alien?

Apparently yes. And you couldn’t contain the excitement bubbling up inside you.

You gasped when you saw the furry belt around his waist stir and move, realizing that, in fact, it was not a belt.

“Y-you have a tail!”

The appendage moved closer to you and slid up and down your leg, making you flinch as he chuckled at your reaction. The situation was getting weirder and weirder, but you wouldn’t relent. You didn’t want to relent.

The only thing that might make you back out was hidden underneath that armor. And you hoped to God that he was somewhat human underneath his attire, or else you wouldn’t know how to get out of that one.

You sat up and got on your knees in front of him, locking your eyes into his, showing how willing you were. His tail slowly moved towards your face, surprisingly caressing the skin on your cheek. You quivered and looked at it curiously, still not used to something like that touching you, but you turned your attention back to him.

He may not even care, but you still gave him your name before asking for his.

“Raditz.”

You thought it was funny how it sounded like ‘radish’ but you didn’t comment on it.

“Can I see you now?” You asked, poking the lower portion of his armor.

“Aren’t you eager?” He said, pulling down and removing the lower part of his protection.*

“Well, I’m… hoping you don’t look like a squid in there.” You choose to reply sincerely.

Raditz laughed genuinely, and you were startled that it didn’t scare you. Quite the contrary, you felt your stomach flutter, and your face heated up a little subsequently.

Warm expectation bloomed inside you when he pulled down his trunks, exposing himself to you. He snickered when you gaped at him. Raditz was a large man, and his cock was commensurable to his body. Still, you couldn’t hide your shock. Would that actually fit inside you? Or in your mouth?

Not only did it look human, but it was also incredibly enticing.

“I assume this is what you were expecting.” He said, smiling smugly.

The gleam in your eyes when you looked back up at him was your answer.

He was half hard, and you carefully slid your fingers up his thighs, aiming for the prize. He wasn’t as patient, and he took his dick in his hand, pumping it a few times until it stood at full size. It was hot when you finally wrapped your hand around his cock, stroking it softly. Raditz groaned, but he didn’t take his eyes off you.

You looked him in the eye when you darted your tongue to lick at the underside all the way up to the tip. He cursed under his breath, not breaking eye contact when you lapped at the head. You ran your tongue up and down again, placing open mouth kisses along the way, and you could tell he was already having a hard time keeping his eyes open, struggling to give in and just feel the pleasure you were giving him.

When you finally wrapped your lips around his cock, Raditz threw his head back, grunting loudly. One of his hands rested on your head, threading through your hair, but he didn’t push you, which you appreciated. You stroked the rest of his dick that wasn’t in your mouth, gently sucking at the head.

“Are you teasing me, woman?” He asked, with a light breathy chuckle.

Raditz was obviously enjoying the slow build up, and you were glad he valued your expertise. You flattened your tongue on the slit as thank you, and he groaned in response.

You didn’t actually want to do this fast; you wanted to enjoy yourself as much as you could as well. It was a weird situation to be in, but it was strangely exciting. His face was manly and attractive, and at that moment, contorted in pure lust. You felt proud you could make him feel that way, and it added to your own arousal, already feeling your panties and shorts sticking to your skin.

Encouraged by the reaction you were earning from him, you tried to take more of him in, steadily sliding your lips up and down his cock. You pulled back a few times to lick at the tip, trying to relax your throat before taking him in again. His hips bucked slightly into your mouth as you fit him more and more inside, and when the head grazed the back of your throat, Raditz growled, low and deep.

His grip on your head tightened, and while he didn’t push you down onto his dick, you knew he wanted to. You pulled off him almost all the way out, and quickly swallowed him once more, fully relaxing your throat. You flattened your tongue on the underside and moaned purposely around him. He must have felt the vibration of your voice because the groan he let out was so deep, it was music to your ears.

“Fuck, you sure know what you are doing…” His voice was hoarse, and his eyes were completely unfocused.

You hummed, bobbing your head up and down, and his hips snapped once more.

By the way his cock was starting to twitch and how loud his groans were getting, you knew Raditz was going to come soon. His hips kept moving, and you kept your hand at the base to keep him from pushing in too roughly, and you hollowed your cheeks, sucking hard. He grunted, spilling curses with every single one of your moves.

You bobbed your head, moving up and down his cock, until he suddenly shoved almost all the way inside, hitting the back of your throat. Raditz came with a guttural growl, his dick pulsing inside your mouth, and you tried hard not to choke, swallowing down as much as you could. His hips moved slowly, riding out his orgasm, and you dug your nails into his thighs, struggling to breathe, until he finally pulled out, a couple of cum drops falling from your lips onto the ground and your shirt.

His hand didn’t leave your head, trailing down and softly stroking your cheek as you tried to catch your breath. You were surprised he wiped away the few tears welling up your eyes. While he didn’t seem like a gentle man, some of his actions certainly were.

“I’ll give you credit where credit is due.” Raditz looked lost, yet his eyes were even darker than before. “That mouth of yours is sure worth more than this planet.”

You looked at him quizzically for a second, as he kneeled down in front of you.

Oh, right. You were doing this for the Earth.

“Does that mean you are gonna spare us?” You cleared your throat, and he ran his thumb over your chin, wiping away the remains of his load on your face.

“I haven’t decided yet.” Raditz leered at you, his eyes traveling down your body slowly, taking you in. “I still have to taste you.”

“Huh?”

With a finger against your forehead, you were suddenly pushed on your back to the ground. You cried out, surprised that he had taken you down with only a finger. You shrieked again when he suddenly pulled your shorts and underwear down in one move.

“Why are you yelling?” Raditz asked with a sneer, throwing your clothes behind him haphazardly. “Is this not part of the deal?”

“N-no, I was just surprised-” You gasped when he suddenly opened your legs, staring directly at your exposed sex, and you felt your face heat up abnormally under his gaze.

You were obviously turned on, you must have been wet, you knew you were. But you didn’t want him to look at you in broad daylight, completely exposed. Though you seriously doubt he cared whether or not you were fully shaved or if your thighs were a little chubby, you were still self conscious.

The look in his eyes confirmed that he didn’t give a shit about whatever insecurity you had about your body. He looked hungry, and you wondered briefly if he wasn’t going to literally devour you.

“You are not… going to actually eat me, are you?” You asked, staring at him with a slightly worried expression.

“Of course not,” He snorted, his eyes settling on yours for a moment. “If I wanted that, I would have already done it.”

“That does not sound reassuring at all…”

You yelped when he suddenly bit down on your thigh, not hard to pierce the skin, but enough to make your body jolt. You gasped once more when he licked and sucked on that spot, surely leaving a bruise there. There was a tingle growing between your thighs as Raditz raised your leg, licking and nibbling at your bare skin. He took his time exploring both of your limbs, kissing, nipping and sucking various places he could reach, and you couldn’t help the moans spilling from your lips the closer he got to your entrance.

You were certainly not expecting this kind of foreplay. Especially not from a handsome alien who seemed to be there to wipe out humanity or something.

When he settled on a particular spot on your thigh, near your core, you whimpered pitifully. There was going to be bruises all over your legs and Raditz had taken his sweet time marking you, and yet he still hadn’t reached your most sensitive part. He chuckled darkly at the sounds you were making, apparently taking pity on you.

“You’re driving me crazy,” He said, pulling away. “You must taste good if you smell this tempting.”

His words confused you, but you didn’t have time to dwell on them. He sat up, and you thought he was going to ease his cock inside you. Your breath got caught in your throat when he suddenly lifted your hips, bringing them up towards his face and bending you over with your legs up in the air, your upper back pressed on the ground. You couldn’t flush more even if you tried, your core was practically in his face as he wrapped his arms around your hips to keep you in place. You felt completely vulnerable, and you covered your face with your hands, almost ashamed at how aroused you felt by basically being at the mercy of such a man.

“Are you really blushing, girl?” He snickered, his eyes looking at you from between your thighs. “Weren’t you begging for this?”

“I wasn’t begging!” You cried out when his breath ghosted over your lower lips, making you flinch. “Please stop playing with me…”

You wailed when his tongue traced your folds, slowly all the way up to your clit.

“I thought you weren’t begging.” He mocked you, before licking inside you once more.

You whined weakly, too lost in the sensation of his mouth against you to even pay attention to what he just said. His tail wrapped around your waist, and you gasped when it squeezed you, finding the gesture reassuring.

Raditz practically buried his face in between your legs as he devoured you. He messily dragged his tongue everywhere he could reach, not leaving any trace of your entrance untouched. He was gauging your reaction, paying attention to every sound coming from your lips and every move of your body. While every place he touched felt incredible, when his tongue flicked over your clit, you moaned louder and your legs twitched in response. He hummed, smiling against your skin, now focusing on lapping at your clit thoroughly.

It was an uncomfortable position to be in; you placed your hands on his thighs, gripping onto him tightly, trying to find something to anchor yourself with as he dived into you. Your hips bucked as a reflex from the stimulation, but his arms around you kept them in place. Your legs flailed and twitched every time his warm tongue flattened on your clit, but you wished you could actually wrap them around his head to squeeze him. You were completely at his mercy, bent over and utterly devoured, all you could do was moan, your vision turning blurry around the edges.

When Raditz suddenly eased two fingers inside you, you whimpered, feeling as if your entire body was on fire.

“Oh, God!” You moaned loudly when he pumped his fingers, feeling warmth in your belly growing tighter and tighter with each passing second.

He chuckled darkly against your skin, continuing to lick at your clit with precise pressure, his fingers curling inside you, touching where you needed him to. You couldn’t control your legs from jolting wildly, as your mind began to go blank.

You felt suddenly empty when Raditz removed his fingers and pulled his mouth away from you, making you whimper as the heat inside you slowly decreased. You were in a haze, breathing heavily, too overwhelmed to ask him why he stopped before you could reach your end. Trying to focus your eyes, you looked at him as he eased your hips back down, feeling the muscles of your back relax as you touched the ground.

“You taste so much better than I imagined,” Raditz wiped away the wetness from his face with the back of his hand, and he spread your legs open to settle in between them.

His eyes were intense, blown by desire, as he looked into yours. You felt small in a delightful way; if he wanted to swallow you whole, you would let him gladly.

He leaned in and kissed you hungrily, tongue intertwining with yours immediately. You wrapped your arms around his neck, the cool material of his armor creating goosebumps all over your skin. His hair was surprisingly soft when you pet him, and you swore you heard him make a sound similar to a purr against your lips.

You threw your head back, gasping and breaking the kiss when you felt his cock pushing into your entrance. Raditz grunted, burying his face into your neck, obviously feeling how tight you were around him. You clung onto him until he was fully sheathed by your warmth. It was a delicious stretch, with a tinge of pain that set your nerves ablaze.

“Fuck, you’re tight…” He whispered against your ear, grazing his teeth on your earlobe.

He pulled all the way out before slamming hard into you. You screamed, feeling him all the way inside you. You didn’t get a second to catch your breath as Raditz set up a harsh pace, thrusting into you roughly.

Closing your eyes tightly, the dull ache of the stretch of his cock inside you began to fade with every snap of his hips against yours, until there was nothing but pleasure. Your gasps soon turned into moans, long and loud as he kept sliding into you deliciously hard.

With his size and the rhythm of his thrusts, it was impossible for his dick not to stroke that sensitive spot inside you. The noises spilling from your lips got louder, your legs instantly wrapping around his waist to keep him as close as possible. Raditz groaned against your ear, nipping at the skin of your neck.

“Feeling good?” The tone in his voice was meant to be teasing, but you knew he was too lost in the sensation of his cock wrapped around your wet warmth to truly mock you.

You still nodded desperately, afraid he would stop like he did earlier.

“I love it! Don’t stop!” You begged him, your grip around his shoulder tightening.

Raditz groaned, pushing inside you almost violently, making you cry out.

The world shrunk as Raditz kept ramming inside you, his dick opening you up with every move. You had quickly forgotten you were in an open field. Animals roamed those lands, and even people passed by every once in a while. You had no doubt anyone could see you or even hear you with how blaring your screams were, and even more so, the sound of skin slapping against skin was loud enough to catch anyone’s attention.

But you didn’t give a shit at that moment, too busy feeling pleasure building back its intensity inside you with every slide of his thick cock into your core.

You gasped, surprised, when he pulled out suddenly. Raditz turned you over in the blink of an eye, and you were face down on the ground as he lifted your hips up, gripping your flesh tightly as he plugged inside you swiftly. You wailed, his dick seemingly sliding more deeply into you from that position, reaching new places that made you see stars.

The wind was knocked out of you and your whole body trembled when you felt one of his hands sneak around you to rub at your clit.

“You enjoyed being touched here?” He growled, thrusting into you in sync with the strokes of his fingers.

A stuttered moan was your answer.

You weren’t used to it being so rough. You weren’t sure if any human could actually be so rough. That must have been why it felt the way it did, so brutal yet so good, it was addictive. You didn’t want him to stop, you wanted to feel his cock pulse inside you when he came.

Raditz grabbed your hips hard, most likely leaving marks on your skin, as he kept ramming into you at an almost violent pace. Your face was in the dirt, scraping against the grass, and your knees were starting to ache from being pounded so roughly from behind, but the pleasure was so good, so thrilling, it only added to your current state.

You felt his tail take the place of his fingers, caressing your clit instead, and you dragged out a long moan. He was relentless as kept thrusting into you, but you noticed his hips faltering. He was getting close, but so were you. In fact, you weren’t sure you could put it off any longer. It was an incredible fuck, you didn’t want it to end just yet.

You dug your hands into the ground, like trying to get a hold of something while his hips kept snapping against your ass, faster and harder. His tail increased the speed of its strokes on your clit, and you soon felt on the edge, ready to tip over.

“Oh God, fuck, fuck, please-!”

The words coming out of your mouth soon turned into indecipherable sounds when your orgasm washed over you. It was so intense, like electricity passing through your veins, as your whole body shivered and your toes curled.

His rhythm faltered, Raditz feeling how you clenched around his cock when you came, and he groaned, holding onto you tighter, chasing his own climax. The way he kept slamming into you only prolonged your release, your walls still clamping around him, and you started whimpering.

With a growl, and his tail wrapping tightly around your waist, Raditz came inside you. He thrust into you hard, his dick throbbing and filling you up. His hips jerked forward a couple of times, riding out his orgasm, and your body quivered underneath him.

You were both panting hard as you slowly came down from your high. He didn’t pull out immediately, and his body shifted behind you, his hands letting go of your hips. One of them sneaked around your neck, pulling you back from the ground to press you against his chest, and you gasped, still feeling his cock inside you.

“Fuck, girl, you did it, you have me hooked.” Raditz murmured into the skin of your cheek, voice hoarse.

He turned your head to kiss you, sloppy and messy, and you tried to kiss him back, but you were still too far gone to properly do it. He broke the kiss but lingered on your lips, looking at you like he was still hungry for more.

“I want to have you more,” He said, running the back of his hand over your cheek. You were amazed; he was getting the dirt off your face. “Once I’m done with my mission, I’ll come find you.”

You blinked a couple of times, still in a haze. Was he actually saying those words?

Raditz pulled away then, and you hissed when he slipped out of you. You yelped when his hands squeezed your ass, before he stood up, rearranging his clothes and putting his armor back in place. You turned to lay on your side, still a little weary to get up, and you watched him curse under his breath as he grabbed the device he had discarded earlier. Voices were still coming from it, and he grimaced when he put it on his ear.

“Shut up, I’m going now!” He exclaimed to whoever was talking to him on the other side of the line. He gave you one last look before turning around.

You sat up, trying not to get yourself dirtier than you already were, and gasped when you saw him suddenly launch into the air and fly away. You stared blankly at the spot that was Raditz until you couldn’t see him anymore.

He had actually flown into the sky. You weren’t exactly sure if you were dreaming or not. Everything was too crazy, even the sex had been crazy. Albeit crazy good, but still unbelievable.

You gathered your clothes, putting them back on rapidly, trying to somehow shake the dust and dirt off of it, though you knew you would need to wash them and take a shower yourself. You looked for your phone that had fallen out of your pocket, quickly dialing a number on it.

“Bulma, pick up!” You exclaimed, turning around and walking fast from where you came from. “You will shit your pants when I tell you what just happened!”

“That son of a bitch! He actually fucked an Earthling woman!” Nappa exclaimed, frustrated.

Vegeta grunted, annoyed that a man could be so weak. No wonder he was a second class soldier. He didn’t use the right head.

“And she sounded really spunky too!” Nappa went on.

Vegeta didn’t even turn to look at him, going to sit on a fallen branch, on the planet they just purged.

“Get a hold of yourself!” He yelled at his underling. “Raditz was an idiot for being so easily swayed by a female.”

“I know. But she did sound fun. You heard the noises she made.”

Vegeta growled. Of course he heard. He hadn't meant to but it was impossible not to when the noises coming from the scouters were so damn loud. He didn’t want to think that a woman would so easily offer herself like that, with such a vulgar display. What kind of disgusting people even inhabited that planet?

He shifted, readjusting his position to hide his erection.

“Maybe we should go visit that place,” Nappa tried again. He did not try to hide his fascination over that encounter with an apparently hedonistic race. “There must be a reason why Kakarot decided to stay there all this time after all.”

“Are you insinuating we mate with those lowlifes?” Vegeta snarled.

Nappa snorted and smirked.

“Not mate, but have fun. We can always purge that planet afterwards.”

‘Have fun’. How crude. At least Vegeta knew how to control such basic urges.

“We’ll wait until Raditz finds his idiot brother.”

“Very well.” Nappa paused for a moment before speaking again. “Some of the inhabitants of that planet, the humans, are similar to our race in anatomy.”

Vegeta raised an eyebrow, waiting for his subordinate to continue.

“We could attempt to reproduce and bring the Saiyan race back to its glory.”

“You’re overstepping,” Vegeta grunted, angry that Nappa would propose such a repulsive idea. “Our blood will lose its honor if we mix it with an inferior species. Our power might even weaken. The offspring could have a ridiculous appearance, pink or even blue hair for all we know, it would be a disgrace.”

“Maybe you’re right. I would still like to stop off there.” Nappa smirked, licking his lips. “Raditz gave in easily, but there must be a reason for it.”

“He’s a fucking idiot.”

“Not all alien women look remotely close to us. Most of them are hideous. If he gave in, she must have been really attractive.”

Vegeta groaned, infuriated that the few Saiyans left were so stupid and lecherous, they would lose themselves so quickly into whatever pussy crossed their path. He ignored his own hard-on; if he got aroused it was simply a biological reaction. He would never succumb like that.

He did not comment anything else regarding the matter, and focused on Raditz, who seemed to have found his brother from what they could hear from the scouter.

#dbz fics #dbz imagine #dbz fanfiction #raditz x reader #dbz #dragon ball z #my writing #ce*

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cowboylikedean · 2 years

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you have talked about being proship before, and i was wanting to ask your take on the current drama in the supernatural fandom? (tl;dr in case your luckier than me and haven't seen it: a popular fic writer got called out for racism, people defended his racism, those people were revealed to be proshippers as well.) also wondering if you think there should be any limits to proshipping? is there anything that IS unacceptable in fiction?

I'm sorry I'm trying really hard to read this charitably. I'm going to respond to this as genuinely as I can, and give you the benefit of the doubt that you're not coming to my askbox to accuse me of racism in regards to fandom drama I was not even a part of and have not seen at all in a fandom I'm barely in. If that is your intention and I am wrong to give you the benefit of the doubt, please fuck off. If it's not, read on.

So first of all, no. I try to avoid petty Supernatural fandom arguments.

Second of all, I think it's pretty ridiculous to think there are not racist anti shippers too. Like do you honestly, seriously, in your soul believe that anti shipping is the one fandom space that has no racist people? Really? Seems pretty unlikely to me.

Third, the fact that you posed the question "is there anything that IS unacceptable in fiction" and NOT "is there anything in fiction that DOES define your real life opinions" is the issue here.

Proshippers' argument is not "everything is acceptable in fiction." It is "fiction does not define real life."

I do not believe there is anything that is unacceptable to be portrayed in fiction. It's fiction, this is a safe space away from reality to explore fucked up things that revolt you.

I also do not believe that creating a work of fiction or enjoying a work of fiction that explores fucked up things inherently means or causes anything other than repulsion to the fucked up thing in real life.

The reason I do not believe that there is a causal link (or any strong link at all) is because this has been the topic of study for decades and no one practicing good science has found a solid link between these things. Researchers have been looking for a link (usually funded by politicians and special interest (re: religious) groups) since at least the 1960's (that I know of on a widespread scale). If there was a solid link between fiction and real life, we would know it by now... But there isn't.

There's a reason why when studies get bigger and more widespread and have more variety in data collection and a larger peer review process.... the evidence for a connection between fiction (of any kind - including porn) and real life attitudes and actions decreases. Because the more best practices you employ in your study, the more you lessen the effect of bias, the better the application of science, the less room there is to create a link that doesn't exist.

Video games does not cause mass violence, access to guns and a culture of toxic masculinity does. Porn (including fanfiction) does not cause sexual violence, increased societal sexual shame (which is heightened by the antiship movement and all sexual censorship movements btw), lack of resources for victims, and a rape culture perpetuated by toxic masculinity does.

I am proship because there is no functional difference between the argument that reading about sexual violence will make people think that sexual violence is okay and the argument that reading a fantasy novel will make people believe in witchcraft. The left's book burning for the sake of purity arguments look oddly like the right's book burning for the sake of purity arguments.

And while I'm on that... Let's use a classic piece of literature as an example of this principle. The more militant literary purists on the left have taken aim at The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn many times over the past 10 years for portraying racism and slavery. The literary purists on the right have taken aim at the same book for being anti-racist and anti-slavery.

Now let's circle back to sexual censorship and sexual shame. One of the right's big tenants behind their defense of sexual censorship is that exposure to sexuality in fiction will create and cause sexual attitudes in real life. If that sounds familiar, it's because it's literally word for word the anti-ship argument. So the right's application of this is that stories about queer people will cause queerness to "spread" and will infect the minds of otherwise heterosexuals. In other words, if people are exposed to media about the attraction to the wrong people, they will become attracted to the wrong people. The left's application of this is that stories of pedophilia will cause attraction to to children to "spread" and will infect the minds of otherwise sexually healthy people. In other words, if people are exposed to media bout the attraction to the wrong people, they will become attracted to the wrong people.

So I guess to answer your request for a defense of the proship perspective in the wake of a drama I have no context on, shitty people are shitty people because they are shitty people. Not because they read fanfiction.

#proship #anti anti #purity culture #is always bad #in every context #it's regressive #and honestly #the defintion of conservatism #you all recreated puritan christianity without the jesus

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Kanade as is could have worked if she was written like the main villain of glass onion and was built up as being a genius but in truth is a complete moron who only got so far by luck and everyone vastly overestimating her

//I haven't seen Glass Onion, but I agree with this assessment. Like, the game tries so hard to convince you that she's intelligent, but the only displays are, once again, telling and not showing, and the times they show it are ridiculous.

//The first is solving the Icicle mystery, a puzzle that doesn't even make sense for Kokoro to leave instead of "Emma killed me" or something. And even if that was what she went with, how on Earth was Kanade able to solve that? What was her methodology to sort out the sizes of the icicles and what the letters meant? We don't get that.

//The second is the convoluted plan in Chapter 3, which relied on a lot of moving parts and things that really don't make much sense (making Hibiki use a separate knife instead of just having her hold the same one as her, carving Setsuka into pieces and trying to frame Iroha) and there were so many factors that went wrong, it feels elaborate for the sake of being elaborate.

//And then there was the fact that, for someone who's supposed to meticulous, she completely forgot the bottle of antibiotics. A mistake that not even Leon made in DR1, when he cleaned up every last bit of hair he could've left in Makoto's room.

//Just having the characters tell us that they're smart doesn't make them smart, and the power to read ahead in the script doesn't make a character a genius.

//I can't take characters being geniuses seriously if we're never allowed to actually see them solving problems. Truly smart characters can put the pieces together in ways that we may not notice, fool others, get around difficult situations, and overall just do things that at least make sense

//For a character to seem like a genius, the answer should come from their brain, not from their ass

#mod talks #a student out of time #writing advice #sdra2 #super danganronpa another 2

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Imagine being Tyr's daughter and sharing his domain. You are also Loki's lover but haven't seen him in a while. The two of you reunite when Thanos attacks the Asgardian ark and you save your love from the brutal titan.

The ark was in pieces. Civilians dead, the surviving ones injured, the ship itself missing most of the structure. The only sources of light were stars surrounding the remnants of the vessel and the occasional fires that started during the collision. Most of the equipment flew out when the ark got hit: decompression took nearly all of the items Asgardians had, along with a few of their lives. Now the fate of the remaining people was up to five characters: Thor, Loki, Bruce Banner, Heimdall...

...and Thanos.

To say that the situation was tense would be a ridiculous understatement. It was more like four antelopes staring the lion dead in the eye: willing to fight, to bleed, to save their herd but deep down they know it is only natural that the lion wins. But those antelopes were unlike any others because even though they had no doubts about their awaiting death, they had silently agreed to never go down silently, submissively. If a predator, the law of nature, had its grip on them, they were going to make it work for it first. If they had to go down, they would go down fighting.

The chances of the "antelopes" were decreasing quite rapidly. Doctor Banner fainted with exhaustion, Heimdall barely wandering the world of the living, Thor bounded and Loki with the titan's fist crushing his throat. The two brothers would have laughed in any other circumstances: just when they made up, realized their mistakes and grievances, jealousy and their father's mistakes, the universe planned on giving them the sad ending. It was all too well calculated and plainly unlucky to be treated seriously. The universe had a sense of humor, and it was a dark one.

Their hope, however, came to them flying in the form of a lavishly decorated, sharp dagger that missed Thanos' face by less than an inch. Everyone's attention was now focused on an unexpected guest: (Y/N), daughter of god Tyr. Taking after her father, she was the embodiment of war, peace, fighting and justice. She did not carry a scale and her eyes were not covered by a blindfold: (Y/N) carried a double-bladed polearm.

She looked in no way angelic, maybe aside from her shiny armor but she was the most angel-like creature Thor and Loki could think of now. The latter felt his chest tighten just as much as Thanos' hand was tightening around his throat. Could this be the last time he sees her? Is this really how they have to part their ways, say their final goodbyes? What about all the silly plans they have naively made together on warm nights back in Asgard? No matter these thoughts, in his mind it wasn't such a bad way to go, as long she was the last face he could look at.

But the daughter of Tyr had no plans on letting the love of her life go away so fast. No, Loki was pretty much stuck with her and she was ready to burn the world down to make sure it stays that way.

"The daughter of Tyr herself," Thanos said. "What a pleasure."

"At the end of times, I will gladly drink my wine from your skull."

Thanos was about to answer, when (Y/N), barely visibly, opened her palm that had a blue tattoo on it that was glowing slightly. The whole thing happened in a matter of seconds, before anyone could bat an eyelash, that (Y/N)'s dagger, that was lodged in the wall, was somehow freed and flying across the vessel again but towards the woman. Unfortunately, Thanos' hand was in the blade's way and Asgardian steel did not know mercy. The polished knife had enough strength and velocity to cut through the titan's hand as if it was nothing, a hot knife going through a knob of butter.

Loki fell to the ground, frantically catching his breath, the purple hand of Thanos lay next to him. The titan himself screamed in agony, holding his bleeding limb and stumbling backward. (Y/N) was holding her dagger, blood dripping from the shiny steel. She stood between Coughing Loki and yelling Thanos; her polearm directed at the panicked titan.

"You can have whatever you want but you will never, never, lay your filthy hands on him again. If I have to kill every god in this universe to protect him, I will not hesitate. Stop me, I dare you."

Each of her word was oozing with sincerity which was probably the factor that made her even more imposing: she might have been maybe a quarter of the titan but he knew at that moment, he had met his match. The daughter of Tyr was a force of nature, an unbelievably strong spirit paired with abnormal strength.

Her anger would hunt him even beyond this realm.

The titan seemed to have gotten the message. He had gathered his children and teleported back onto their ship. In his heart, he had sworn that in the upcoming days the life of the daughter of Tyr will end and, to some extent, she knew that too. That day, however, had to wait for a little. The fire that will burn that bridge will be visible from all ends of the universe. But for now, that fire was barely a spark.

When the immediate threat was gone, (Y/N) had changed at once. She threw away her polearm and sat next to Loki, helping him lean on her torso to get his breath back and circulation in order.

"It won't be that easy to get rid of me, you know?" She joked. Had she not done that, she was sure she would simply bawl her eyes out. Her voice was shaky and eyes teary but she kept her emotions in check.

Loki tried laughing but his attempt ended in a wheezing coughing fit.

"I wouldn't have that any other way," he said when he calmed down a bit. His voice was scarily hoarse.

Although for now, they could laugh, they knew it was only the beginning of the end. Their silly plans made in times of peace had to remain a fond memory, as their execution was less than improbable. Still having some naivety in their hearts, they pushed those grim thoughts to the backs of their heads. For now, it was just the two of them, happy that they have a little more time to be together.

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Author's note: got my navel pierced, and so far (like 30h later) it looks good, not even swollen or red. Now I will have to sleep on my back for at least 6 months.

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justmeandmysickies · 3 years

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@angstyaches I'm still not 100% satisfied with how this turned out but I hope it's still enjoyable. As always thanks for your request.

He isn't scared, just a little worried

characters: Nick and Joe warnings: emeto, panic attacks

"Babe, you need to calm down."

"Calm down, my ass! I'm about to get on a plane! Do you know how slim the chances of survival are in the case of a plane crash?“

"In fact, I do. They are at about 95%. So you'll be fine. Whether we crash or not."

Joe was stuck somewhere between anger and having a panic attack. He had gone from claiming to be fine to snappy and annoyed; and a while ago he had announced that he was feeling nauseous so the two of them had relocated to the bathroom. Instead of sitting down however, Joe simply started pacing around the small room.

Nick really wanted to help his boyfriend, but the problem was: nothing he said or did seemed to do the trick.

"Great, smartass. That makes me feel better." Joe stated sarcastically, stopping for a second to glare at his boyfriend.

"It should."

"Well it doesn't!" Joe snapped, his breathing picking up in pace. This was exactly why he never flew. Even the hours before the flight sucked ass and he never knew how to deal with himself in these situations. He felt like he couldn’t breathe.

"I think I'm sick." He said, trying but failing to take a deep breath.

Nick was confused at the sudden statement. "Sick? Why do you think that?“

"I feel nauseous and it's hard to breathe. Maybe I caught a bug."

Nicholas couldn't help but chuckle a little bit.

"What the hell is so funny?"

"You being oblivious." Joe raised an eyebrow at that. "You're not sick, babe. You're panicking. It's no secret you're scared of flying so I'm not surprised you're feeling this way."

"I'm not scared, I'm just a little worried that's all." Nick wasn't sure if Joe was trying to convince him or rather himself.

The pacing helped a little bit, it took Joes mind off the thoughts racing through his head. Unfortunately he was getting considerably dizzy. Enough to make him stop walking for a second as he felt the room starting to tilt. He held onto the sink with one hand and pressed the other to his mouth as he started salivating. The nausea increased overwhelmingly and he repositioned himself so that he was leaning over the toilet.

"I'm gonna puke."

Nick sighed. "No, you're not. Will you please just relax? You'll be fine, I promise."

"No, I'm actually gonna puke." He'd just finished his sentence when a harsh gag forced it's way out of his mouth. His knees buckled and he would have hit the floor if it hadn't been for Nick who caught him just in time. He'd grabbed him under his arms and lowered him to the ground gently.

"Relax, let it happen. You might feel better after." Nick was a little taken aback by the fact that his boyfriend was actually going to vomit. He’d thought the brunette was just being a bit dramatic.

Joe however, had no intention to 'let it happen'. He fought down the next gag, forcefully swallowing against the feeling.

He had been sitting on the bathroom floor for almost 20 minutes now, doing nothing but spitting nauseously into the toilet every now and then.

"I can't believe you actually convinced me to go to Australia." Joe moaned, leaning back over the toilet. It was getting harder and harder to fight the nausea.

Nick was really trying to help but he was simply at a loss for what to do. He had never seen his boyfriend freak out like that before and if he was being entirely honest, he was a little overwhelmed with the situation.

They still had almost two hours before they had to leave for the airport, but Joe was a nervous wreck already.

"Seriously, how did I let you talk me into flying? I hate this." Joe groaned, carefully putting a hand on his stomach. His nausea was increasing with every passing minute.

Nick had heard that exact same sentence over and over again during the last few hours and he was getting irritated. It seemed like his boyfriend wasn't even trying to be reasonable. He was still obviously fighting being sick, not even considering the fact that it might make him feel better.

"Fine. If you don't want to go, you don't have to. I'll just visit my parents by myself and I'll see you in a week." Nick said, tone uncharacteristically serious.

Joe was quiet for a moment before he sighed heavily. He knew how much Nick hated visiting his parents, especially alone. He would never admit it but he would choose his own pain over his boyfriend’s any time.

"No, I'm coming." Initially he was going to add 'I'll be fine' but Joe honestly wasn't so sure about that. Even if they could survive a plane crash, they would probably end up paralyzed. Or even worse, what if only one of them made it out alive? How would the other live with that for the rest of their life? And just the thought of the plane going down-

He hadn't even realized his breathing getting out of control until Nick put a hand to his chest.

"Baby, stop. Seriously. You need to take a deep breath, okay? Get that breathing under control." All anger Nick had felt just a few seconds ago immediately made space for worry as Joe started to hyperventilate. Seeing his usually so composed boyfriend in this state was actually giving Nick goosebumps.

Joe tried to take a breath, tried not to think about everything that could happen, but his mind kept wandering to the picture of a crash. The feeling of the plane going down - diving straight to the floor.

As the plane in his thoughts dropped, his stomach followed suit. He gagged harshly at the feeling, making Nick jump a little.

"Babe, can you try to take a breath for me, please?" Nick tried but Joe wasn't having any of it.

"I don't need help breathing Nick, I'm not a child." That statement sounded quite ridiculous coming from someone who was panting harder than he would after running 10 miles.

It didn't matter though if he accepted his situation or not. He couldn’t fight his body any longer - it was taking control and Joe had no say in it.

His panting turned into retching. Dry at first but soon a particularly nasty sounding retch finally brought up a wave of foul-smelling liquid.

Nick cringed as his boyfriend gasped for air before heaving up a second round of vomit.

In between waves of sick, Joe was fighting for every breath. His face was ashen, and Nick was seriously worried the younger was going to pass out right then and there. He put an arm around Joe, so that he wouldn't fall forward and hit his head on the toilet seat, just in case.

This went on for three minutes and by the time Joe had finished being sick, black spots were dancing in his vision.

"What the hell just happened?" Joe breathed out, wiping his mouth with a piece of toilet paper.

"You freaked out and made yourself puke. That can happen when you panic, it's usually no reason to worry too much." Nick answered honestly as he carefully rubbed circles on his boyfriends back.

"So did I just have a- like a panic attack?"

Nick felt a pang of sympathy at the question. Joe wasn't used to feeling like this. Back when he was living on the streets, he had learned to lock away his feelings. All of them. Even his fears. And something as simple as flying leaving him this vulnerable must have felt horrible.

"Yeah, something like that. You worked yourself up babe, it happens. Don't overthink it. How are you feeling now?" Nick asked, noting how Joes breathing seemed to have calmed down significantly.

"Better, I think. I can breathe better. Not as nauseous." Exhaustion was evident in his voice, but Nick was still relieved to see his boyfriend slowly return back to normal.

"I still don't want to get on the plane." Joe mumbled almost non-audibly as he got back to his feet. It wasn’t like him to whine like that, but he couldn’t help it.

Nick sighed. "Josh, when I said you could stay here, I meant it. I'll be fine."

Once again Joe shook his head at the offer. "I'm afraid you might take your mom's head off if I'm not there to supervise you."

"Well, I'm not making any promises and I'll be sure to make you an accomplice so we can go to jail together. I wouldn't want you to miss an adventure like that." Nick said sweetly, giving his boyfriend a quick kiss on the cheek.

The latter rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sure. I guess I'll have to go with you then, to make sure you stay out of trouble."

Nick smiled but he was still worried. "Are you sure? It's a 15-hour flight after all."

"I'm not sure at all but backing out is not an option. It's not like I haven't flown before, I don't know why this time is so bad."

"You're just having a bad day, that's all. We still have about 15 minutes left before we have to leave for the airport. Do you wanna cuddle on the couch like a real domestic couple?" Nick suggested it in his usual silly manner, but he meant it.

Joe scrunched up his face. "Ew."

There was a moment of silence before he spoke again. "Yes."

Nick smiled like a dork as he led his boyfriend to the couch. Joe would be fine. He always was.

#em writes #nick #joe #my ocs #emeto #panic attack tw

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mm2305 · 3 years

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All That Matters

Characters/pairings : Ethan Ramsey & Olivia Valentine

Words/Genre : 2.8 K / Angst , Romance

Warnings : mentions of death,injuries

Summary : Olivia gets seriously injured. How does Ethan react?

A/N : Hello again! This fic was written per @groovypalacehorselover ‘s request. This is the first time I’m attempting to write angst , so I hope this comes out good enough. A big THANK YOU to @romewritingshop for her help in editing this. Moodboard inspired by @potionsprefect 's ones.

Disclaimer : all characters and pictures belong to the rightful owners

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Enjoy!

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Ethan was frantically rushing through the hospital corridors. Dread and anxiety flooded his mind that he could barely breathe. There was no way he would allow it to stall him. Pushing himself to go as fast as he could to get to the farthest wing of the hospital, he slammed the double doors ahead open.A group of interns were nattering amongst themselves,oblivious to the frantic attending approaching them. A thundering voice broke them out of their trance.

"OUT OF MY WAY!", he boomed at them, as he was approaching closer.

The interns, startled by him, broke apart allowing him to pass through them. What made them wonder though, was the clear, unadulterated emotion in his eyes. He looked as though his world was slowly crumbling around him. And they weren't wrong.

2 Hours Earlier

Olivia was finishing up her rounds for the day. In a few hours she’d be home, snuggled with her favorite throw blanket, watching a movie on Netflix while Ethan would complain incessantly about her taste in movies. She had to visit her last patient, a sweet seven year old boy named Nathan.

His diagnosis was a difficult case to solve and this made young Nathan restless. His mom came to stay with him in the evening but she had to go to work early in the morning. The poor boy was often bored out of his mind, taking adventurous strolls through the hospital, without telling anyone. There were several instances that she and a few nurses had to track him down, but still Nathan continued doing that. She couldn’t really blame the poor kid. Today was just one of those days.

Olivia walked to the nurses' desk, to ask about Nathan.

"Hello Sarah, did you happen to see Nathan? I think he snuck out of his room again."

"Dr Valentine! No, I haven't. Maybe you should ask Mary. She might have an idea where Nathan is.", The nurse replied with a soft smile.

"Okay, thank you!"

She left the reception in search of Mary. Before long, she found her in one of the halls.

"Hi Mary, I was wondering if you've seen Nathan?", She inquired politely.

"Dr Valentine! I was just looking for you. I think I saw the kid heading towards the halls leading to the new wing."

"The new wing? Isn't that under construction?", Olivia asked, an audible tremor in her voice.

"Yes?"

"Oh God! Come on! We need to find him now!", she said, a feeling of worry and dread filling her. The new wing Bloom designed was essentially a plan to enlarge the facilities available for research. From what she heard, it wasn't safe to roam around the place without any safety gear. It was too dangerous to go there, especially for a young boy like Nathan, but she won’t let him fall to harm.

After a few minutes of darting around and asking everyone they encountered, Mary and Olivia got the same response. They saw a kid among these halls at some point. By the time they reached the site, Olivia and Mary began calling for him.

"Nathan? Are you here?"

"Nathan? Nathan come here, it's me, Dr Olivia"

No answer. Either he wasn't here or he just couldn't hear them clearly. The two women began to slow down their pacing steps as they carefully tread through the congested building site, all while calling for the young boy.

"Dr Oliv?", They heard a small shaky voice calling.

Olivia knew it was him and rushed towards the direction of the voice. Mary, hot on her heels, noticed him first.

"He's there!", She exclaimed, running to his side and checking over him for any injuries.

Olivia began walking towards them, relieved that Nathan was okay,when she heard a cracking noise. She quickly realized that the wall, they were close to, was about to collapse! With a sudden burst of adrenaline, she rushed towards them and pushed them away from the wall. She smiled softly at them before she heard a bigger *crack* and everything went black.

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MEANWHILE

Ethan was sitting at his computer, in his office, looking through files and updating the information onto his computer. Truth be told though, he was too distracted by a certain resident to concentrate on his current task.

Him and Olivia have been together for a little more than three months and he was happier than he had been in a long time. She really had the power to turn the worst of days better with just a smile.

She started coming to his house after work, in fact it’s almost like she had permanent residence in his heart and place. She spent most of the time there with him, just being together. Cooking, watching tv, playing ridiculous board games she always won. It was all very domestic and Ethan always felt his heart swell with love for her, at how at ease she felt being with him, in the place he now considered a home.

Glancing at the clock, he realised their shifts would end soon but he was too impatient. With a soft sigh, he turned off his computer and walked out of his office ,towards the front desk.

"Good afternoon, have you seen Dr. Valentine?", he asked a nurse he knew she frequently talked to.

"Dr. Ramsey! Yes, she was here a little while ago, she was looking for her young patient, Nathan. He has a habit of sneaking out of his room, you see - Wait a minute please!", she paused to answer the phone.

"Bloom Edenbrook Hospital how can I help you? Mary? What?! I’m sending the team right away!"

The woman, Sarah, turned to Ethan with a flurry of panic coursing in her eyes.

"Dr Ramsey, it was the nurse who was with Dr Valentine. They found the boy at the construction site! When they reached for him… a nearby wall collapsed on them!"

"What!? Oh my… No no no… Wh-What else did she tell you? Tell me!", he demanded, his eyes glossed with panic, the usual pink hue of his face drained as he turned as white as a sheet, his breathing in short stuttered gasps.

"Olivia ... was hit worst." Sarah whispered on the verge of tears.

"Page Mirani, Delarosa and the best nurses this damn hospital has! Understood! I'm going there now!"

Before she had a chance to reply, he was already off in search of his Olivia.

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PRESENT TIME

Ethan continued running through the maze of corridors, his eyes full of unshed tears.

"Not her, please not her! Don't take her from me! Please!", Ethan wasn't by any means a religious man, but the fear of losing the woman he loved made him pray to whoever could hear his agonized thoughts. The one person on this earth for whom he would give anything for, was again in grave danger. Memories from the last time she was at the brink of death flooded his mind, knocking the breath out of his lungs. How fragile she looked and to know he couldn't do anything to save her, other than watch her become progressively weaker and her radiant smile, the one that could lighten up a whole room, fade away. "No, don't do this right now Ethan. Focus on her. Only her.", he thought, nodding to himself while pushing the last hurdle of doors open. His eyes quickly scanned the room, trying to locate her.

He finally saw her.

She was lying on the floor pieces of rubble around her. She was unconscious, her eyes closed, her golden hair around her face. As he rushed to her side, whilst avoiding the scattered materials, he saw a small patch of blood on the side of her head.

He knelt beside her, being careful not to move her, in fear of causing more damage to her body. He took her small, still warm, hand in his and softly began to stroke her cheek and hair.

"Darling? Olivia? It's me, Ethan. Please Olivia, can you hear me?", his voice wavered at the sight of her blood on his fingers from stroking her hair and a few tears were finally breaking through.

Her eyes fluttered as a soft little gasp left her lips.

"E-Ethan?", she whispered, her voice hoarse and barely audible.

"Yes, Love it's me."

"I… it hurts.. I can't…", she croaked but it was too difficult for her to breathe properly, the dust hovering in the air wasn'tmaking this any easier. Ethan noticed this and pushed her head slightly back, to allow her to breathe better.

"Shh darling I know… I'm here love, I'm not going anywhere...Please sweetheart don't give up on me… please…I can't lose you", Ethan whispered, stroking her cheek softly, trying to be strong for her.

Olivia fell unconscious once again, her chest taking short ragged breaths. He pried his eyes away from her to look around the room. A woman was in the corner with a crying child in her arms, trying to comfort him.

" Hi… Are you okay? Did you get hurt?" he asked them as he approached them.

"Nothing too bad. Might just be a sprained wrist and a couple of scratches. Nathan’s fine too, just shocked. Dr. Valentine…. she … she got the worst of it.", she replied with tears in her eyes.

Ethan didn't have a chance to reply as the team arrived. They immediately got down to work, not even hesitating to lose a minute, paying Ethan no attention.

"Get her on the gurney carefully! One mistake and you're fired!" Zaid commanded, with a fiery stern voice at the team of nurses.

"Zaid, she's got a cut on the side of her head and she's bleeding. I don't see anything too serious but we should order a scan. Shortness of breath indicates one or two fractured ribs and her left ulna and radius might be broken, given the swelling.", Ines said with evident concern and fear thick in her voice.

"Let's get some scans and see exactly what's going on", Zaid replied, trying to be as calm as possible, in this case. Olivia was his colleague,but more importantly she was his friend and he wouldn't allow anything to happen to her. Not on his watch.

"I'm coming with you!", Ethan interrupted their conversation.

"You're not in the right state of mind to help her now!"

"Zaid’s right about this. She needs you to be calm and focused when she wakes up.", Ines told him resting a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Ethan had no choice but to reluctantly agree.

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Several hours later, Ethan was pacing anxiously in front of the room Olivia was checked into. The night doctors were there checking on her. As soon as they heard what happened, her friends joined Ethan in the waiting room, to hear news about her condition. Sienna when she saw her best friend in that state, immediately broke down, Aurora and Elijah trying to comfort her. Bryce, Rafael and Jackie, were mostly silent, their minds running through endless scenarios of what could happen to the most courageous woman they knew.

She had a broken hand, three broken ribs; one of which was pressing too close to her lung; causing her difficulty in breathing smoothly. This required a minor surgery, which was conducted by Harper herself. She wouldn't let anyone else touch the woman she had come to consider a friend. Her head injury, thankfully, wasn't too bad, but there was a possibility of a mild concussion. The whole hospital was there to help Olivia in whatever way she needed. From nurses to interns to anyone she had always been kind to.

Now, Ethan was waiting outside of her room alone, because her friends left a few minutes ago. She wouldn't wake up for a few hours and they made sure she would be completely okay before they left. Besides, they knew that Ethan wouldn't leave her side. That is, once he got to finally see her.

Thirty agonizing minutes later, he was finally allowed to go into her room. His eyes glided across her small form on the hospital bed. The side of her head was wrapped in white gauze, because of the injury there. Her left arm was in a cast and placed on a pillow to make her more comfortable. She was hooked to an IV, her body seeming too delicate on the hospital bed. Her face was in a serene slumber, her body was still under the influence of the drugs she was given during and after her surgery.

Ethan took her soft hand in his, kissing her knuckles and looking tearfully at her.

"My love… You scared me so so much… When that nurse told me you were hurt… I thought I was going to lose you. Again.", He started talking to her, even though she couldn't hear him, he was baring his heart to her. Letting the tears he was holding on to fall.

"Finding you there, lying unconscious… was unbearable. Knowing that you may be gone forever, never being able to touch you, or see your beautiful smile, hear your awful jokes again… I’ve never believed in a higher power, but if there is a being that saved you, then I am grateful. Because, without you, none of this matters. You're my whole world Oliv. And this world means nothing to me if you’re not here darling", he finished , laying a soft kiss on her lips.

He stayed with her for a few hours, having no intention of leaving her, but Naveen forced him to go get a coffee and something to eat. Of course, Naveen promised he would stay there with her while Ethan was away.

On his way back to her room, he encountered Leland Bloom. "Great, just who I wanted to see", Ethan thought, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

"Ah Dr. Ramsey. I was just coming to find you. How is Dr. Valentine?", he asked with a facade of interest.

"She’s in her room resting. Still unconscious though, because of the anesthesia from her surgery. Now if you'll excuse me", Ethan curtly replied, walking past Leland, anxious to return to her room.

"I was hoping to come with you, actually. I wanted to ask you, will she make a full recovery?"

"Not that it's any of your business, but yes, in a couple months she will probably be alright.", Ethan gritted his teeth, retraining his seething anger at how intrusive this man could be.

"Probably? You're not certain? If her recovery takes so long, then she will be left behind in the hospital's advances. Pity… she was actually going to be one of the key assets to the progression of the hospital's success.", Leland said, not having noticed or probably caring about Ethan's expression.

Ethan couldn't believe what he was hearing. The way he spoke of Olivia. His Olivia. A human being, as though she was nothing but a tool to be used. He clenched his fists, blood coursing through his veins, ears ringing, face and neck flushed red with anger, trying to resist the immense urge to punch him square in his arrogant face.

"How DARE you talk that way about a human being who was seriously hurt? She could have been fucking killed and all you have to say is that she would be an asset to the success of the hospital? What kind of person are you, really? Do you see anything beyond your own selfish, moronic advancements?", Ethan turned to him abruptly, almost roaring, all the pent up emotions escaping him in this outburst towards this man.

Leland was stunned at his outburst, mouth gaping open for a second before he recollected himself. The two of them had become the center of attention as the nurses and doctors were forming a small circle, staring at the two men.

"I would best advise you against speaking to me like that Dr. Ramsey. I'm the one who is in charge here and I expect you to treat me with respect. Now, I understand you are under pressure right now since your partner was hurt, so I'm willing to look past this little tantrum. See you soon, Dr Ramsey." he replied, walking away from Ethan, who was stalking his way down the corridor to Olivia’s room, unbothered by Bloom’s words.

The only person in this world whose words mattered, laid in a hospital bed right now, and he vowed he would not spend any more precious time away from her. Because despite what life throws at them, all that matters is that his Rookie ... his Olivia ... his true love will be alright. They will be alright. Together.

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pawsitivelymiraculous · 3 years

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Le parfum de l'amour

This is the @maribat-secret-santa-2020 piece for @saltandfluff I am so sorry for being late!

Anyway, I will be using the quantic kids, but you don't necessary have to know them to understand this fic.

The only have to know that "Melodie" is Allegra's nickname.

Ao3

It was always a bad idea to try to mess with fate. Everyone knew this. Allegra knew this, but she didn't care. Not when it was taking a toll on her sanity.

There were only so many times a person could see two literal soulmates walk past each other before they decided to take matters into their own hands.

So that's what she did.

Or well, was going to do once she could convince her friends to help her out.

"I don't know, Mel." Allan rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "These things take time you know? You cannot rush it." He glanced at the corkboard that was behind Allegra and winced, it was going to be impossible to talk her out of the crazy plan.

On the corkboard, there were two pictures. One was a selfie of Marinette Dupain-cheng. A twenty-year-old who was a regular at the café where Allegra and Claude worked at. After chatting with her in the mornings, Allegra decided to adopt the girl, and she introduced her to the rest of the group. She quickly became friends with Allan and surprisingly enough, with Felix as well.

The second picture was a rather blurry photo that was clearly taken from afar. You could sort of make out the image of Timothy Drake. The sleep-deprived twenty-one-year-old who had started going to the café for about a month. All the employees loved him because he never failed to amuse everyone with his half-asleep antics.

The one thing that both pictures had in common was a coffee cup.

On Marinette's collarbone, there was a small tattoo-like mark that looked like a coffee cup. The same one that was on Tim's wrist. Soul marks . Granted, they looked a bit plain compared to most people's soul marks, but in Allegra's eyes, they were the excuse she needed to get them together.

Allegra had shipped her two favorite customers long before she noticed their soul marks. But now that she knew they were soulmates . Well, she was not going to rest until they finally met.

"I'm not trying to rush things!" Allegra insisted. "I just want to push them in the right direction."

Allan looked at her, doubtful. "That's basically the same thing. Plus do actually think that," he squinted to read the list of plans that was tacked on the corkboard. "'Locking them inside a room with no escape' is merely pushing them in the right direction? 'Cause I think that sounds more like a hostage situation."

Allegra glared at him. "You know what? I don't need your help. Claude will help me. Right, Claude?"

Claude looked at her with wide eyes. "Oh no no no. Sorry Melodie but I can't."

"Uh, I'm sorry what?" Allegra blinked. It was very out of character for Claude to turn down the opportunity to help her with one of her elaborate plans. Not to mention that in this case, they were doing it to help Marinette.

"Allegra," he said solemnly, "this is a destiny thing. We just can't interfere."

Allegra facepalmed. "You can't be serious."

Claude looked at her dead in the eye. "If we interfere we might end up," he leaned towards her and whispered " cursed"

"Oh give me a break." Allegra pushed Claude away. "Are you guys kidding me? This is Marinette we're talking about. You all can't possibly think that Marinette wouldn't want to meet her soulmate, and as her friends, we have to help her."

"I agree with Allegra."

Everyone spun around in surprise.

Felix rolled his eyes at his friends' incredulous expressions. "What? Marinette is my friend as well. Is it really that shocking that I want to see her happy?" The three of them nodded. He ignored them. "Besides, I've heard Marinette ramble about soulmates nonstop, so it's clear that meeting hers is what she would want."

Allegra was the first to react "See guys? Even Felix agrees with me!"

Felix huffed. "Yes, but I also think that your plans are ridiculous and ineffective."

"Ouch"

"I think the best thing we can do to help is to get them to interact and we-"

"That's literally what my plans are for!" Allegra interrupted.

Claude crossed his arms. "And what do you mean by 'we'? I haven't agreed to do anything."

Shooting both of them a glare, Felix continued. "- can do that without needing to kidnap them. We simply have to make it so that they have no other choice but to sit at the same table at the café. You all know how friendly Marinette is, it will only be a matter of time before they start talking."

There was a beat of silence.

"That… that might actually work," Allan admitted. "Soulmates are naturally drawn to each other so once they actually have a conversation we won't have to do anything else. They can figure out that they're soulmates by themselves." He paused and then chuckled. "We'll just have to push them in the right direction."

"But how are we going to get them in the café at the same time?" Allegra asked. "Tim always comes in right after Mari has left."

"Pft that's easy!" Claude exclaimed. "Just tell her that you need help with something and that you'll need for her to stay a while longer at the café. Since Mari doesn't have early classes on Wednesday she'll agree and- oh!" Claude suddenly slapped his hand over his mouth as his eyes widened with horror. "This does not mean that I'm helping." He mumbled from underneath his hand.

Allan laughed. "I think you just did."

"Looks like someone's going to end up cursed." Allegra singed songed. "Not even ladybug is going to be able to help you with that bad luck that's to come." She teased.

Claude pouted. "Haha, laugh all you want." He then looked up at the corkboard and grimaced. "But you're right, there's no turning back now. What do you need me to do?"

Allegra clapped her hands in glee.

"Okay so here's the plan."

~♡~♡~♡~

Just like Claude had predicted, it was incredibly easy to convince Marinette to stay at the café. All that was left to do was orchestrate everything just so that the two soulmates had to sit at the same table.

It was easier said than done but after enlisting more people to help out, they were able to make sure that the café was full for that morning.

Everything was going according to plan…

Until…

"WHERE. IS. TIM?"

Claude looked around. "He hasn't arrived yet?"

"No!" Allegra cried. She glanced down at her watch and winced. They were running out of time.

Claude frowned. "And you know, it would have been nice if Marinette hadn't chosen today to wear a turtleneck."

Allegra couldn't help but agree. Sure, Marinette looked amazing with the turtleneck and skirt outfit but did she really have to wear it today? When they needed for her to show off her soul mark?

It was like the universe was against them.

But finally, Allegra heard a tinkling sound at the door. She spun around praying that it was Tim.

And it was!

He looked more tired than usual as he stumbled around trying to find a seat.

Allegra watched as Tim danced around the tables that were being occupied just as he was about to take a seat.

One after the other until finally, a good push later, he ended up at Marinette's table.

~♡~♡~♡~

Tim was too tired to deal with this.

All he wanted was to sit down, have a couple of cups of coffee at his favorite coffee shop and finally be awake enough to continue investigating the moth guy.

But apparently, that was too much to ask because almost all the tables were full.

"Sorry man," Claude whispered as he guided a couple and motioned them to sit at the table that Tim had beelined for.

"Oh, actually I'm waiting for Adam." Felix had said when Tim asked if he could sit with him. Which was strange since Adam had said that he was waiting for Felix when he asked him.

But he could barely comprehend what they were saying, so he was not conscious enough to complain.

Tim continued on his journey when he felt someone push him from behind. In his half-asleep haze, Tim lunged at the chair that was in front of him hoping that it would break his fall.

It took him a few seconds to recover. He wanted nothing more than to pass out right then and there, splayed out on a coffee shop chair as everyone stared at him wondering if he was drunk.

He too wondered if he was drunk, but he couldn't remember the last time he'd slept so if he was drunk, he was not going to figure it out on his own.

When he finally looked up, his eyes met with a pair of beautiful bluebell eyes.

~♡~♡~♡~

Marinette watched as a guy stumbled around the café until finally flopping onto the other chair at her table.

It was clear that he was sleep-deprived. She had seen enough videos that her evil friends had taken when she was in a similar state to know the poor guy probably hadn't slept at all for the last week or so.

Marinette wanted nothing more than to drag the guy to the nearest bed or couch and wrap him up in a bunch of blankets. Just because she didn't comprehend the term "self-care" for herself didn't make Marinette any less of a "mom friend"

But she had to remind herself that she didn't know the guy, so it might be considered kidnapping to drag someone somewhere against their will.

Too bad.

The best she could do was offer him her own coffee.

"Hey, I think you need this more than I do at the moment." She said, pushing the drink his way as he stood up.

He mumbled something that could be interpreted as a "thank you" and eagerly took the drink. His eyes lit up when the heavenly liquid touched his tongue.

It was almost miraculous how quickly the caffeine took effect.

Actually, it was Marinette may or may not have mixed a little concoction she made with Tikki that helped her when she stayed up late with her regular coffee.

The guy blinked. "This. Is. Incredible."

Marinette laughed "Yeah, it's what I always get. Though you still look like you need to sleep."

"Yeah, yeah whatever." He waved her off. "But seriously, what is this called? I need a gallon of this."

"Sorry," Marinette said sheepishly "but I'm afraid that's a secret, you know, I'm kind of everyone's favorite, so I get the miracle coffee." Okay so that was a lie but what else could she say?

The guy pouted. Marinette had to admit that he looked adorable.

"Well, then I'm sure you can get me some then... um"

"Marinette."

"Ah, nice to meet you, coffee goddess, I'm Tim."

Marinette's cheeks heated up. "Uh, coffee goddess? Shouldn't they be the coffee gods and goddesses?" She pointed at Allegra, Claude, and the others.

"Nah, you have blessed me with this amazing coffee. Claude didn't even help me in my time of need."

"You know Claude?" Marinette asked, surprised.

"Yep, I've been coming here since I arrived in Paris, so I've gotten to know Allegra and Claude a bit."

"That's funny, I've never seen you. And I come here every day." Marinette said.

"Huh, that's weird. I've never seen you either. "

And from there they kept talking. Like they were old friends and not just acquaintances. Marinette found out that Tim had come from Gotham city. That he was in Paris because of business. Meanwhile, Tim learned that Marinette was an aspiring fashion designer and a college student who was close friends with almost everyone from the café.

Hours passed and the two were still deep in conversation completely oblivious to the crowd that had gathered behind the cafe's counter to watch the soulmates.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me about this before." Adrien, who had arrived after Tim, whispered to his cousin.

"I was under the impression that your father needed your assistance for the upcoming fashion show. I was not about to ask my dear uncle Gabe if I could steal you so that we could set up our friend and his future competitor, Marinette Dupain-cheng, with her soulmate."

Adrien hated to admit that he had a point. "Fine, but can you at least catch me up to date? Who is he?"

"He's a rich guy from Gotham city. He's pretty cool though he's basically Marinette when it comes to coffee which is honestly kinda scary now that I'm seeing them interact." Allegra whispered.

Adrien looked down to look at her. "Alright, I guess I'm going to have to do my own research since you guys are useless. What's his job? Why is he rich? If his from Gotham then who knows, maybe this guy is actually dangerous and wants to take Marinette as ransom for-"

"Oh please Adrien, stop with your theatrics. Do you honestly think that I would allow this if he was dangerous?" Felix interrupted.

"I mean-"

Felix glared at him.

"No?"

Felix sighed. "Timothy Drake is Marinette's soulmate, and I can assure you that he's clean. So don't worry about Marinette."

Allegra shushed the cousins. "Guys, I'm trying to listen here you know?"

"Um, you could probably hear better from up here" Felix nodded in agreement.

"Thanks, Adrien, but I don't want to risk Marinette seeing me and then remembering about time and stuff."

"Ah"

"Speaking of time, it's been years since I last ate, I'm hungry." Claude cut in.

"Claude! You're supposed to be with the customers!" Allegra whisper-shouted.

"Whoops."

~♡~♡~♡~

Unfortunately, all good things come to an end. Marinette eventually remembered the reason she had stayed in the cafe. Not only that but when she looked at her watch she realized that she was running late for class.

After Marinette's rushed exit, Tim went back to investigating Hawkmoth. But while they were trying to concentrate on their own thing. Marinette with her class and Tim with his research they found themselves zoning out and thinking about each other.

It was strange, they had quite literally just met.

Why had they made such an impact on each other?

~♡~♡~♡~

It wasn't until Marinette was getting ready to go to bed that she found the answer.

"Tikki is… is that what I think it is." Marinette's voice trembled as she stared at her reflection on the mirror.

Tikki gasped. "Oh Marinette, I think it is!"

Staring back at her was her soul mark, which no longer was a regular coffee cup but rather a gorgeous cup with beautiful red flowers that surrounded a somewhat familiar symbol.

"But, how? I mean they're not supposed to change… right? And why?" Marinette's eyes widened. "Does this mean that I met my soulmate? Who is it?"

Tikki giggled, "You seriously don't know?"

"Umm no? Should I?" Tikki continued to giggle as her holder looked at her confused. "Who is it Tikki?"

"Oh Marinette, how many new people did you meet today?"

"Uh, I don't know? I mean surely I must've passed by lots of strangers in the street." Marinette panicked. "Oh no Tikki! What if one of them is my soulmate? I'll never find out who they are!"

"So you don't remember meeting anyone else?"

"I don't think so, well other than ohhh- "

"Exactly"

~♡~♡~♡~

Tim could not believe what he was seeing. Gone was the plain coffee cup he was used to seeing, the daily reminder of the fact that he was still painfully single, it now had an intricate flower pattern that surrounded a symbol.

He recognized that symbol.

After weeks of researching and tailing the red Parisian heroine, he knew that it was the Ladybug symbol.

But why was it on his soul mark?

Unless…

No, the heroine couldn't be his soulmate, Tim hasn't even officially met her. Nor had he even seen her today.

The only blue-eyed girl he had met was Marinette.

Marinette

No, it was impossible. Except it wasn't. Tim had only known the girl for a couple of hours, but he knew that Marinette would make a great heroine or vigilante.

But, he… he was probably hallucinating, right? Tim hadn't slept for weeks, so surely he was just seeing things and his soul mark was still a plain coffee cup and the Marinette conclusion was just wishful thinking.

Right?

Because otherwise, his first meeting with his soulmate was him acting like a sleep-deprived zombie and Tim could not allow that.

Well, one thing was for sure, he really needed to get some sleep.

~♡~♡~♡~

Three days.

It took three days for Marinette to find Tim.

She looked everywhere. The coffee shop, Le Grand Paris Hotel, the tourist areas, and when she was ladybug she looked down from all the rooftops trying to find him.

But he had vanished, leaving Marinette worried sick that he had either A. Gone back to Gotham B. Died or C. Been so horrified that she was his soulmate that he decided to move to a remote island and changed his name in hopes of never seeing her again.

Gosh, she was starting to sound like her fourteen-year-old self.

But finally, she saw him, sitting on a bench, not far from her own home, looking down at his wrist.

He looked at his wrist like it was some puzzle he needed to solve. Marinette also noticed that he looked a lot more refreshed, so he must've finally gotten some sleep.

Marinette cleared her throat. "Well, you've been a very hard person to find Mr. Drake."

Tim looked up. "Ma- Marinette!"

"We need to talk."

Tim nodded his mouth hanging wide open as he stared at her soul mark.

"How do you feel about coffee? There's a coffee shop that's not very far from here, I hear their coffee is divine.

~♡~♡~♡~

Bonus:

(this was going to be a scene on the fic but I didn't know how to add it but it has important info sooo)

*They are at the coffee shop*

Marinette: So you're red robin.

Tim: And you're Ladybug

Marinette: Should I be worried? Like doesn't this compromise our secret identities?

*Claude and Allegra appear with some pastries*

Claude: Yooo Marinette! So you found your soulmate! Crazy right? We totally didn't have anything to do with it!

*Allegra elbows him*

Claude: So uh, congratulations! I um feel happy for you.

*looks nervously at Allegra who is glaring at him*

Claude: Bummer about the soul mark though…

*Allegra keeps glaring*

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Claude: What? It's just a plain white cup!

Bonus bonus:

(here's a bad doodle and my crappy handwriting)

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riseofarmy · 3 years

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02 | SO THERE'S THIS MAGIC BOY

i can do this all day 02 | so there's this magic boy

author : @riseofarmy

pairing : kim seokjin x original character

words : 2343

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DARLING

What. The. Hell.

Before me stands a man I've never seen before in my life. He's barefoot, loose harem pants hanging low on his hips and an open vest doing nothing to hide his bare chest. The most startling thing about him though is his hair. It's purple, as in I Am The Love Child Of Amethysts And Lilac purple.

I don't get how I could've missed someone as stand-outty as him.

He leans down elegantly to pluck the lamp from the floor and my heart seizes up instantly. I have no idea where he came from, or how he got so close to me without me realising, but one thing I do know - this piece of shit is not getting away with my lamp.

With a swipe of my foot at the stranger's legs, I fell him like a tree. He shrieks, trying to pick himself up, but I pounce on him, sitting on the back of his thighs and twisting his arms behind him so he has to curl backwards to stop his arms from hurting. I pull out the twine I store in one of my pockets, intending to tie up his hands, but then...

He's gone.

As in gone-from-under-me gone, making me fall onto my back since the hands I was pulling have goddamn disappeared. Disappeared! Again: What. The Hell. I stare at the ceiling, trying to orient myself. He was right there and then he was... not.

"I can't believe you just did that to me, like surely you knew how that would make me feel."

The man stands next to my knocked-down body, bending over to look me in the eye. He flicks a lock of purple hair off his face with a lop-sided grin that might have been meant to make me feel at ease but instead makes me growl in irritation. I make a grab at his ankles, but I only touch them for a moment before my hands close around empty air.

That did not just happen.

Except it did. He's out of my arm's reach and fanning his face lazily as I get on my feet, eyes lasered in on the lamp still in his hand. He twirls it carelessly and I totally lose my mind, snapping forward to jump on him again.

This time, I manage to tackle him to the ground again and lock his head into my elbow before-

"Don't bother, you'll just tire yourself out." Suddenly, he's on the other side of the small room, a roguish curl to his lips as he lounges on one of the bigger chests of gold. He notices me twitch in his direction, and with a wave of his fingers, I'm frozen.

It's an awful feeling, like time has stopped, but only for me. There's an emptiness in my chest that takes me a second to place, but then I realise what it is - I can't breathe! Somehow, I know that my lungs have stopped working, my heart has stopped beating, that the only thing working in me right now is my thoughts.

And then he lets go of me. I suck in a grateful breath, flexing my fingers until I'm sure my blood's flowing again.

Holy shit holy shit holy shit literally what the hell.

"Please tell me you've calmed down." I flick my gaze up to find the strange man eyeing me warily. He has a better grip on the lamp now and isn't flinging it around like before, so I force myself to stay on the ground even though I was itching to take it from him.

"Who are you?" My voice cracks, but he didn't seem to notice. Instead, his expression clears up significantly into an overly bright beam.

"You know what, I have a song prepared for exactly that question, gimme a second to change." Before I can consider the ridiculousness of that statement, he snaps his fingers, and suddenly he's wearing...

Actually, what is he wearing?

He has on a startlingly white jacket, with odd, overblown shoulders, and a matching pair of breeches that were fitted to his body and made of a stiff material. The outfit was studded with what looked like diamonds, his hair was slicked back off his forehead, and the whole look completed with a set of short, silver boots.

I can't help it. Before I can slam a palm over my mouth, a snort slips out.

The man looks a little shocked, mouth dropped into a horrified 'O'. "Are you laughing? At me? Why are you laughing?!"

"You look... What are you wearing?"

He splutters, ears reddening so quickly they might just pop. "Do you not have any taste? This is high fashion, the result of a gorgeous marriage between class and art and I look stunning."

This man was serious! His hand was curled into a fist and he looked almost comically furious, but I just couldn't take him as anything but a joke.

Especially not when, a few seconds later, he lets out a scream and jumps onto a chest. It takes me a moment realises that the thing that had him currently shaking like a leaf was none other than... Yoongi.

Yoongi, my little furball cat, who slinks past the terrified man and curls into my bent form.

"Wait. Are you scared of cats?" When he doesn't reply, I have my answer. The man flinches as I stand up and step closer to him, eyes trained on the only-slightly-feisty ball of fluff at my feet. "How does this sound: you give me the lamp back, and I won't tell Yoongi to bite you."

At this, the man looks up. "The lamp is yours anyway! Take it! Just keep that thing away from me! WHY IS IT COMING CLOSER?!"

I stop moving closer to him, eyebrows furrowing - it seems too easy. I pat Yoongi's bum and direct him to the other side of the room before turning to address the man again. "You'll just... give it back to me? Then why did you take it in the first place?"

Now that Yoongi's further away, the man looks at me directly, throwing his hands up in what was probably frustration.

"Are you out of your mind? Seriously, did you get knocked on the head too hard before or something? Why would I take the lamp? It's literally yours? I can't? Do anything with it? Just? Take it?"

It was my turn to splutter. "Well- I- Alright then? I'll just? Take it?" It's strange to be talking in question marks, but everything about this situation is strange and I don't have the time to get hung up on the details.

I rush forward before he can change his mind, swiping the lamp from his hand. I cradle it to my chest, deciding right there that the next person to even glance at it without my permission is getting castrated.

"Can't you keep it away from me?" The stranger jerks his head at Yoongi, who was pawing through a pile of gold, completely unaware that he was the object of the man's derision.

"It isn't even near you and it has a name. Yoongi. He's not gonna hurt you."

"Mmm-hmm, that's what they all say before letting those monsters maul your face off."

"It's a little concerning how oddly specific that was, but Yoongi's not gonna 'maul your face off', he can't even catch rats. Anyway, can't you just save yourself by doing whatever it was you did before?" Before, when my body stopped but my mind didn't. "Um. What did you do before."

"Well, that's exactly what I changed into this incredible outfit to explain!" He gestures at himself, the diamonds throwing light around the room. "I literally told you I have a song prepared. You have a problem with that?" He adds in the question, probably realising that my face was twisted in disgruntlement.

"Can't you just say it?"

The man visibly deflates, and I almost take my words back. Almost, but not really. He clicks his fingers again and he's back in the harem pants and vest, then once more, and two plush armchairs appear. I think I'm already desensitised to things popping into existence.

"Sit," he gestures, plonking into the one opposite. "Since you want to do this the boring way. What do you want to know?"

I sink into the seat, half expecting it to disappear from under me, but it holds. Yoongi jumps into my lap, and I quickly look up at the man for his reaction, but he seems to have calmed down from his initial fear - he just purses his lips and avoids looking at Yoongi.

"I guess I'll start with... Who are you? And how did you get here without me noticing?"

He cocks his head. "Do you even know what the lamp is?"

I look down at my lap where Yoongi was batting at the purple gem in the lamp. I don't want to let on that I knew what the lamp can do, but something gave me the feeling the man already knew. "Yeah, it's a magic lamp. Makes all your wishes come true."

"Wow, it's so interesting that you think that because that's wrong."

Cue round two of me spluttering. This man did not just show up, out of nowhere, and deny what I have known for the last eight years.

"Wrong? What do you mean wrong, I'm supposed to be the only one left who knows about this lamp."

"And who told you about it? Actually, it doesn't matter, because sorry to disappoint you, honey, but whoever it was didn't have their facts straight. The lamp doesn't do anything, it's just a vessel for the real wish granter. That's me."

I blink, waiting for the punchline. It doesn't come, though, and the man cocks his head again, an amused smirk lifting his lips.

"Since you haven't figured it out yet, I'll spell it out for you. I am a djinn, a genie if you will. And since you freed me, you are now my master until I grant you your wishes." He furrows his eyebrows. "No wait, I've missed something. You know, my song was perfected to give all the information you need in the right order and now you've messed me up."

And then he starts humming something under his breath, bobbing his head to the beat in his head. "Oh! You have four wishes. And my name is Seokjin."

"What?!" Oh hell no.

"Yikes, what's with that reaction. Seokjin isn't a weird name or anything so-"

"No, what do you mean four wishes? I'm supposed to be able to make as many as I want!" If I can only have four wishes...

"I mean exactly that. I can grant you four wishes, no more, no less - not that anyone's ever wanted less. And before you even think it, you can't ask for more wishes." He looks at me sternly, as if it's something he's had to say repeatedly.

His words feel like a physical blow to my chest, winding me and making my brain blank. Four wishes. That certainly is less than I had planned for, but I guess it could have been a lot worse. I could have had only one wish, or I could have never found the lamp. Yes, thank goodness I have at least this many - I just have to make sure I make it count.

"Are you okay? You haven't said anything for, like, two minutes. I mean, I'm used to people becoming speechless in my presence, but you look more stressed out than in awe, so."

"Huh?" I shake myself out of my increasingly spiralling thoughts. "Yeah, I'm okay, I just... Wait, the ball!"

Only four wishes? This new stranger I'm apparently stuck with? Both of those I can deal with, I can find a way. But if I miss this ball then it doesn't matter how many wishes I have, I won't even be able to start with my revenge plan.

The ball, as in the prince's twenty-third birthday ball, which is only a week away. It was announced by the king when the prince was only ten: a grand ball open to nobility from all over the world. Even in Paaratham, the announcement sent tremors through towns because the prince was to choose his bride from among all the single noblewomen that attended.

I'm not from a noble family, and I'm definitely not a princess, but I'm determined to be the one the prince chooses.

The lamp was supposed to help me with that, and I had planned to wish myself into the kingdom after getting the lamp, but that's not an option anymore. If I wanted to get there in time, I need to leave now.

Immediately, I snap into action. I start stuffing my pockets with gold, since I don't have much more money on me, and packing into my rucksack the few bolts of fabric that were already tailored into clothes. The man - Seokjin, I tell myself - only stares at me, until I address him.

"Some of us can't magic up stuff whenever we want, so excuse me for snatching what the dead won't use anyway. Is there anything from here you want to take?"

"Me?" He looks shocked, probably thinking I must be dumb to ask a genie if he needs anything.

"No, the creeper behind you. Yes, you, is there anything you need from here? You have two minutes."

I go back to filling my pockets as Seokjin frantically rustles through the room. I don't see what he's getting but he seems satisfied when I call him to me.

Yoongi meows at him, obviously wanting to investigate Seokjin, but I pick him up and lay him on my shoulder. I kinda want to figure out this whole genie thing too, but I don't have the time right now.

Right now, I've got to get to the capital, Mansae. Everything else I can sort out later.

"Alright, magic boy. Let's get outta here."

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G O T 7 pt.4

"Hey kiddos!" Guerin called out in English as she entered the dorm for HEET. She had messaged them earlier that she would be stopping by. Having wrapped up breakfast with JB she had enough time to catch the boys and Eneoji before they left for work for the day.

"Noona!" Seungbin jumped up from the couch and ran to into entryway to greet her, the large white Samoyed hot on his heels. Guerin hugged the maknae in greeting then kneeled down to give her dog attention. The other five members of HEET made their way out to greet her as well. They all settled in the living room, Eneoji sprawled across both her and the typically nonexpressive Tobio next to her.

She listened as they caught her up on how everyone had been faring and some plans they had begun working on, including a possible World Tour now that they had gotten their first wins. It hadn't been long since their last promotions ended but they had all been working hard on preparing for the next comeback. Guerin asked them if she should take Eneoji home but Seungbin and Tobio asked to let her stay longer.

"Just let me know if your days get too long and you can't get away to take her out or you cant bring her to work. She needs the attention." Guerin cautioned.

"That time might be coming soon." Byoungjin said reasonably, but once he caught the pathetic expression from Seungbin he added, "But we have another couple days at least."

"I've been running with her everyday still! Sometimes people recognize us!" The American Gabriel said excitedly, "She's been giving out pawtagraphs." The pun had been a joke between him and Guerin but had become recognized fandom canon when he had let it slip in a vlive.

"Did Jackson ever make an appointment with you?" Minhwan asked suddenly, remembering his Sunbae reaching out to him.

"Yes he did, and his puppy is super adorable, we should absolutely schedule a playdate with MinNao and Eneoji." Guerin gushed.

"I haven't seen him in a while. It would be nice to see him again." Byoungjin said, happy at the prospect of meeting up with his fellow trainee.

"I met a few other people you guys know too. Mark Tuan and JB." Guerin said, though she opted to leave out that she had just gotten breakfast with the latter to avoid too many questions, "JB even came to see Mihi fly."

"I've head of JB. Doesn't he produce under the name Defsoul?" Tobio asked curiously.

"Yes, he helped me learn music composition and arrangement." Byoungjin answered, "How is he?" He turned to Guerin and she faltered.

"Ahh... we... he is nice but we kinda had a disagreement recently." She said honestly.

"What happened? Noona are you okay?" Seungbin sat up protectively.

"Yes I'm fine. He apologized." Guerin said, touched by the fifteen-year-old's reaction as she pinched his cheek, causing him to pout slightly.

"I'm not that surprised. JB was always a little hot headed." Minhwan frowned.

Guerin was shocked, "Hot headed? I would never have described him that way. I thought he was fairly laid back, even cute sometimes."

"Cute?" Minhwan coughed out a laugh, "Im Jaebeom? He hated aegyo!"

"No I dont mean aegyo." Guerin couldn't help but laugh at the idea of JB attempting full blown aegyo, "But he has... cute mannerisms? Like he puffs out his cheeks when he is thinking, or scrunches up his face when he teases, or plays up certain emotions when he gets excited." She tried to explain.

Byoungjin was looking at her with a raised eyebrow.

"What?" She asked.

"Nothing. You just described him very well." Byoungjin shrugged, clearly not telling the full truth.

"Yeah he had some of that too but he used to get mad and blow up a lot." Minhwan explained, "If he thought someone was being disrespectful, wasting time, not trying hard enough..." Minhwan flinched, "It wasn't fun being on the receiving end of that."

"I never would have guessed." Guerin said.

"Did you get yelled at a lot, Hyung?" Gabriel asked leader Minhwan, a slight cheeky quality to the inquiry.

"No, you rude punk." Minhwan answered back with even more sass, "But JB would have destroyed you. If you aren't careful I'll call him in to teach you a lesson." He threatened playfully, giving the younger man a couple pokes to the ribs, causing Gabriel to giggle and flinch away.

"JB had a rough childhood. His birth father wasn't a good person and he suffered for it. He talked about trying to change it. He was aware and he didn't want to be the kind of man that hurt his mom." Byoungjin said seriously. Minhwan and Gabriel looked chagrined. Everyone was quiet, unsure of what to say. Guerin processed the new information carefully, adding a bit more understanding to JB's personality.

"He must be working hard. It's not easy to overcome that kind of trauma." Tobio unexpectedly said. He wasn't as talkative as the others but when he did he had a habit of poignancy. The others nodded thoughtfully.

"What did you two fight about?" Seungbin asked suddenly.

"Oh... it's so embarrassing." Guerin hid her face in Eneoji's fur.

"Noonaaaaa, tell us!" Seungbin plied, pushing her gently and using full aegyo to get her to answer. She tried to avoid looking at him but he was too powerful.

"Okay fine." She pushed Seungbin away as he grinned in triumph and Gabriel cackled.

"He... asked me to sing a song he wrote." She said quietly.

"He asked you to sing?" Gabriel was floored.

"Noona we told you that you have a nice singing voice." Minhwan boasted. They had all spent time around her so they had heard her many times.

"Yeah but I'm not a professional. It's just for fun." She felt like she had to keep repeating it.

"Maybe he likes you." Gabriel said, then adding in English, "-likes you- likes you. Y'know?"

"Gabriel!" She said astonished, "Minhwan I can't reach, would you shove him for me."

"I don't know, he might have a point." Minhwan shrugged, trying not to laugh.

"Well he better not." Seungbin said making a face, "Noona you deserve someone nice."

"Don't speak ill of people you haven't met." Tobio scolded the youngest gently. Seungbin apologized and ducked his head. Guerin smiled fondly at the well intentioned boy before she caught another thoughtful expression on Byoungjin, who quickly blanked his face as soon as their eyes met. She didn't have a chance to question him before Minhwan changed the subject to talk about Mark and Jackson too and she forgot to bring it up again until after she had left.

"Charlie-ssi, have you eaten yet?" Jinyoung asked, coming up beside his favorite producer as she pored over a thick stack of notes.

"No, not yet..." she answered, distracted.

"That's silly, it's our meal break. Come eat with me." He said, taking a step back and gesturing toward the food truck that had been sent by his costars friends.

She glanced up, feeling regretful at having to say no to such a handsome man asking her to join him for a meal, "I can't, I want to finish this first. Besides, I'm on a diet, I wasn't going to eat anyway."

Jinyoung looked offended, "A diet?" He repeated blankly.

"Yeah, I've put on some weight and being around all these beautiful actors..." she trailed off realizing she might be oversharing.

Jinyoung shook his head disapprovingly, "Ridiculous. You're beautiful the way you are." He turned to walk away, muttering, "A diet."

She was frozen for a moment. Did Park Jinyoung just call her beautiful? She shook her head. It was probably just lip service. Still, it was disappointing not being able to eat with him. But she had eaten and drunk so much last night, she was feeling positively bloated. Shaking her head once more she turned back to her notes.

A few minutes later a plate of chicken with vegetable sides and half a cupcake was placed on the table in front of her. Looking up she saw Jinyoung settling in the chair next to her, holding a similar looking plate with the other half of the cupcake. She watched him in surprise as he nonchalantly settled in, picking up his chopsticks before meeting her gaze.

"Skipping meals is unhealthy. You should take care of your body and feed it well." His genuine smile made her heart race and she blinked to get her bearings. His smile turned slightly more mischievous as he reached over to break off a piece of cupcake with his chopsticks and raise it to her lips, "but a little treat every now and then is good too."

It took her a moment but she responded by opening her mouth and taking the bite, blushing and quickly looking around to see if anyone had seen. Jinyoungs smile took over his whole face, eyes crinkling as he turned happily back to his own meal. Charlie smiled too, then set aside her notes to dig in as well, talking with him as a few more crew members joined them at the table creating happy chatter during their break.

Guerin had met up with Jackson and MinNao for another training session, this one focusing on loose leash walking. Jackson and his puppy were both eager to learn and absorbed information, putting it into practice readily. The two humans chatted about training theory as they walked but it devolved into general chatter and joking around.

"Oh, why don't we get a coffee? MinNao can practice being calm and greeting people." Guerin suggested suddenly as they passed a shop with outdoor seating.

Jackson beamed, "That sounds great!"

"Go ahead and get seated. I'll order inside." Guerin pointed to a table on the patio.

"Wait, take my card." Jackson started to reach for his wallet.

"Nope! It's on me!" Guerin grinned and skipped away from him through the doors, ignoring his protests. He was left to make his way to the patio with his rotund red puppy. It wasn't long before Guerin reappeared with two iced Americanos, placing one in front of a pouty Jackson as she settled across from him.

"Oh MinNao, yes, I missed you too." Guerin cooed at the puppy who had begun wiggling as soon as she was back in sight, pointedly ignoring the sulking man. Jackson squinted his eyes petulantly, reaching over to his drink for a sip, not looking away. Once Guerin sat back she couldnt help but giggle at Jackson's exaggerated mood.

"Oh come on," she protested with a laugh, "Can't I buy a friend a coffee?" She returned his pout playing up the cuteness as much as possible.

Jackson let out his trademark high pitched squeal "Cuuuuute!" He exclaimed, leaning back and crossing his arms over himself defensively, dimples showing from his grin. Guerin couldn't help but laughing at his adorable reaction. The two continued their banter, intermittently reinforcing and playing with MinNao until during a lull Jackson changed the subject.

"Did you ever end up talking to JB again?"

Guerin took a moment, piecing together how she wanted to phrase the experience, "Yeah... he actually apologized. He seemed really genuinely upset with himself."

"What happened?" Jackson leaned forward curiously.

"It happened the same night we went out." She paused, "It sounds weird but he ended up at my apartment, drunk. He was really upset and apologizing a lot. I didn't feel comfortable sending him away that drunk so I let him pass out on the couch."

Jackson had no poker face. He sat back, looking disgruntled, "He spent the night?"

Guerin immediately tried to clarify, "Yeah but he was just passed out on the couch. It wasn't like... that." She floundered, "The next morning he didn't even remember but he bought us breakfast and apologized properly." Jackson still had an odd expression on his face so she tried to move on, unsure of how to phrase the scenario any better, "He actually asked me to try recording again."

"What did you say?" Jackson asked.

"I told him I'd try it." She felt strangely guilty admitting it so she avoided Jacksons gaze by focusing on taking a sip on her drink. Jackson floundered for a moment. He didn't want Guerin to set herself up for hurt again but JB was a close friend.

"If he apologized then he'll be better this time." He said, nodding resolutely, "You can trust him."

Guerin was relieved with Jacksons understanding. Him vouching for JB's character set her more at ease, "Thanks Jackson. It feels good to hear you say that." She smiled softly at him.

He beamed back at her before changing his expression to overdone disapproval to match his scolding tone, "But you don't have to let just anyone stay at your house overnight. You should be more careful!"

She laughed in shock, "Oh my god!" She exclaimed in English, "Nothing happened! It was nothing!" She said defensively.

"Still. It looks bad. Next time send him home." He said petulantly.

"Whatever." She said in English again, tsking at his attitude dismissively. They argued playfully for a bit before the conversation flowed naturally in another direction.

JB and Jackson met for dinner later that evening. They caught up with light chatter about their current projects and Jacksons upcoming schedules in China. Their discussion was light and friendly, with a lot of laughter from the both of them.

"Guerin agreed to try recording for my new song." JB brought up amidst their discussion of projects.

"Hyung." Jackson said suddenly. JB looked up at Jackson while reaching for a bite of food, "You need to be nice to her this time." Jackson added seriously. JB hesitated, remembering seeing Jackson hugging Guerin after his blow up.

"Ah..." he didn't know what to say so he shoved some food in his mouth as he thought. Jackson waited. "I was wrong that time. I was a jerk. I won't do it again." He said resolutely.

"And you shouldn't spend the night at her house either." Jackson added seriously. JB looked at his friend with wide eyes, shocked.

"I saw Guerin today. She said you came over to apologize." Jackson said, "I know you meant well... but... I told you before I like her. So I don't like you staying there overnight."

JB finished chewing and swallowed, "Ah... about that..." Jackson looked at him inquisitively, "I didn't say anything before. I thought I could give it up. But I like Guerin too." He looked ashamed, "I tried to distance myself and I got upset and I took it out on her. So I decided I need to be honest with both of you. I'm sorry I wasn't honest from the beginning."

Jackson couldn't hide his surprise. A variety of emotions passed across his face rendered uncharacteristically speechless. JB waited patiently for him to recover. After a few moments Jackson looked resolute, "We can't help how we feel. Neither of us own Guerin or have a right. Regardless, you're my precious friend and nothing is going to change that."

"Waaahhhh." JB said, impressed. He offered his hand to his friend which Jackson took and they shook fondly, "That was cool." They grinned at each other.

"I'm still going to confess." Jackson said, widening his eyes and locking eyes with JB who chuckled at his friends comical expression.

"Yeah. I think I will too." JB responded.

"Don't spend the night at her house again though." Jackson pouted at JB.

"I can't promise that." JB said breaking the seriousness, turning his gaze to food and reaching for another bite.

"Hyunggg." Jackson caught onto the shift in the mood as he whined, "Don't be like this."

"Like what?" JB played innocent, chewing and opening his arms questioningly.

"Hyuuuunnngggg...." Jackson whined more, pouting with his full body, causing JB to laugh loudly and offer the barely younger man a bite of food to satiate his sulk.

"Thanks for helping me pick out some new makeup." Charlie smiled at Mark. The two of them were meandering toward the famous makeup district in Seoul.

"It's no problem! I don't have a shoot today and I like spending time with you." He responded with a smile, but had to look away at the last part shyly. Charlie blushed, unsure of how he intended the message but she was flattered regardless.

"I usually do really simple makeup but with our wrap party soon I wanted something a bit more flashy. I figured, you're a model, you might know what you're doing." She shrugged.

Mark laughed, "Well I usually have makeup done to me but lucky you I can do some as well."

The pair entered a shop and meandered through, with Mark making suggestions and offering feedback on Charlie's questions.

"I don't know if that color would look good on me..." she said dubiously eyeing sparkly purple eyeshadow.

"Sure it will. Pair it with this lighter shade, it'll complement your hair well and go with your pink contacts." He pushed. When she continued looking doubtful he pouted at her, "You said you wanted a bolder look, don't you trust me? You should at least try it."

"Okay... I'll try it." Charlie gave in to his cute expression.

Mark beamed, causing her heart to race. He really had an unnecessarily beautiful face. An unnecessarily beautiful everything. She blinked to clear her thoughts as he grabbed the sample eyeshadows. She reached to out to take them from him but he pulled away.

"I'll do it, so you can see what I mean." Mark said. Charlie hesitated then dropped her hand.

"Okay..." She couldn't think of a reason to not let him and just hoped she could cope with proximity.

"Close your eyes." He instructed as he opened the first shade. She obeyed and tried not to flinch as he applied the colors and blended them together. It felt like forever. He was so close his breath would wash across her face and neck. His touches were gentle but precise. Her mind wanted to wander but she locked that down as best she could. "Okay." He said finally.

Charlie's eyes fluttered open, she was surprised to still see him so close to her. He studied his handiwork then nodded, looking into her eyes with a proud close lipped smile, "It looks great on you."

She felt herself blushing again and turned away quickly with the pretense of finding a mirror. Locating one quickly she looked in and gasped, "Oh, wow that does look really cool."

"Thanks." Mark stepped up behind her, still looking proud.

"Alright I'll get these then." She nodded but avoided his gaze.

"Let's find a lip color to go with it. Maybe something more neutral..." Mark said thoughtfully before turning and wandering toward the lip section. Charlie took a couple breaths before following after him.

"Boy Howdy do I got news." Guerin said, slipping into the chair across the table from her friend. The two of them often defaulted to English when speaking with each other. Charlie looked up, from her coffee. She and Mark had gone their separate ways not too long ago. She had, of course, removed the makeup before leaving the shop.

"Same." Charlie sighed in response, leaning her head on her hand as she frowned at her friend.

"Oh? Tell me about it." Guerin leaned forward expectantly, curious about the news.

"I might be imagining things..." Charlie started, then fidgeted as she tried to piece together what to say, "Probably just wishful thinking..." she trailed off again.

"Spit it out!" Guerin urged, tapping the table to snap her friend back to attention.

Charlie groaned and covered her face, "I'm just thinking ugh! So... I think I have feelings."

"Oooohhhhhh?!" Guerin sat up with a grin and wiggled excitedly, "Who is the lucky person?"

"That's the problem. Well. One of them..." she started to trail off again before she caught Guerin's gaze again and forced herself to spit out, "I think I like two people. I think I like Jinyoung and Mark..." Guerin grinned and let out an appreciative sound but Charlie continued, "And I think... they might like me? But I'm not sure. And like... what could two such handsome men see in someone like me? I must be imagining it."

Guerin scoffed, "Yeah, what could two men see in a smart, fun, sweet, beautiful, strong woman like yourself. Absolutely ridiculous." The sarcasm couldn't have been laid on thicker.

Charlie forced one corner of her mouth up into what was supposed to be a smile but was more like a disbelieving grimace, "Thanks..."

"Don't you give me that face. Give yourself some credit. You don't have to believe everything I said, even if it IS the truth. But you have a lot of excellent qualities. What's not to like?" Guerin argued.

"Come on, maybe for an average person. But these guys are surrounded by incredibly beautiful people all the time. I am so plain in comparison. I barely wear makeup and my standard is hoodies and jeans." Charlie looked increasingly despondent as she spoke.

Guerin frowned, "You might not be a movie star but give these guys some credit. Hopefully anyone you like would be decent enough to not measure a person's worth by how glamorous they can be." Charlie still didn't look convinced, "Listen I can't make you believe me. I haven't met Jinyoung but I did meet Mark. I might have been having a bad night but even I could tell, ya boi was into ya."

Charlie couldn't help but chuckle at her friends earnest and goofy way of speaking. "If you say so." She suddenly looked up, determined, "Speaking of! Any news on that front?"

"Oh, yeah. Geez." Guerin launched into the explanation of JB coming over drunk that same night. At first she told the same edited version she had told Jackson but after finishing she hesitated.

"Well it's good that he apologized." Charlie narrowed her eyes at her friends expression, "Guerin you have no poker face. What are you hiding?"

Guerin laughed nervously, "I uh... well... while he was drunk... it kinda sounded like he was confessing feelings too."

It was Charlie's turn to coo at the juicy gossip. Guerin waved her hand dismissively, "Don't get excited. When he woke up he didn't say it again. He didn't even remember."

"Mmhmm." Charlie said, sipping her coffee like Hyungwon. Guerin rolled her eyes, uncharacteristically at a loss for words. "Sounds like you've got a love triangle."

"What? With who?" Guerin gasped.

"JB and Jackson." Charlie said in a sing song voice.

"Oh stop. JB was drunk and Jackson is friendly with everyone." Guerin shook her head.

"Mmhmm." She made another point of sipping her coffee with emphasis. "You make a big production of how every man should be in love with me and you can't even notice a puppy begging for attention and a drunk confession. Come on."

Guerin could understand her perspective but still found it unbelievable. She didn't voice her thoughts again.

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Blank Space - Chapter 15

New Romantics

Songs Used In This Chapter:

New Romantics - Taylor Swift

I Want To Break Free - Queen

Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy - Queen

Fat Bottomed Girls - Queen

'We are bored, we are so tired of everything, we wait for trains that just aren't coming. We show off or different scarlet letters, trust me, mine is better. We are young, but we're one the way to ruin, we play dumb but we know exactly what we're doing. We cry tears of mascara in the bathroom, honey, life is just a classroom.''

Los Angeles

Morgan's time in L.A went in a completely unexpected way as what she had imagined but for the better, and she was thrilled about it.

She and Taylor were on the terrace of a trendy coffee shop informing everything that had happened to an astounded Lucas.

''There was no audition. They literally went ahead and offered me the role. One of the casting directors basically begged me to do it.''

''And did you accept it?'' Lucas asked with eyes wide open.

''Of course! This is my dream come true, Lucas!''

He looked confused for a moment as he had no idea what dream role Morgan had got. And only God knew how many dream roles Morgan had.

''And may I know that dream role of yours you just got?''

''I can’t say it out loud.''

Lucas almost laughed. He knew it was not Morgan's fault. She was probably told not to say a word to any living soul. He wondered if she was cast to Game of Thrones or Marvel. Those guys were known to be secretive as hell. Or maybe she had landed a role in Star Wars or the DCEU.

''Who are you playing? Lord Voldemort? I swear that if you have Sebastian Stan as co star again, my head is going to snap in half.''

''Ha, ha, very funny'' she said with sarcasm. ''But I admit it'd be fun to play Voldemort. Okay, I can't say it out loud but I'm going to write it down.''

She grabbed a napkin and a pen that she had in her purse and started writing something. Taylor rolled her eyes at how silly Morgan could be.

''Here it is'' she handed the napkin to Lucas who read it, his face slowly turning from sarcasm to amazement.

''Oh. My. God. No wonder they are secretive.''

''Destroy the evidence.'' Morgan insisted, making Taylor laugh at how extra she was.

Lucas tore the napkin in little pieces.

''How did you got that role without even auditioning?''

''I don't really know.'' she was genuinely honest about that. ''But I'm not complaining. Well, we have two days for us in L.A. We have to do something.''

''First of all, there's something else...'' Taylor started and Morgan's spirits fell.

Maybe Sebastian was in L.A and she had to meet him for something she didn't know, completely ruining the 'let's be apart from each other challenge' Morgan had invented without his knowledge. And make him wonder where she was and what she was doing was giving results.

''If Damien wants to send Sebastian and I to go to Disneyland to kiss with fireworks at the background, he can save it because I'm not going to do it.''

''It's not that but it's admirable how fast you thought about Sebastian Stan.'' Taylor teased and Morgan rolled her eyes.

''Very funny. I'm used to his plots to get us together so nothing surprises me anymore.''

''Whatever'' Taylor rolled her eyes this time. ''It's not that what I wanted to tell you. IMG Models called me this morning.''

Morgan's face lit up.

''Please tell me that they want me to cover British Vogue.''

''Yes, they called me while you were in Toronto. I think I forgot to call you after everything that's happened.'' Morgan's face was really ridiculous at that moment. ''They want you to cover the January 2019 edition and they want you to be an snow angel or an snow queen for the photoshoot.'' Morgan looked elated, even though that wasn't what Taylor wanted to say to her. ''But... why they called was because apparently Victoria's Secret has been hearing your fans demands and now they want you to walk in the show.''

''WHAT?'' shouted Lucas, almost chocking with his coffee.

''Are they on drugs?'' asked Morgan. ''They are really going downhill if the want to hire an actress that doesn't know anything about walking on the runway, only for views.'' Morgan rolled her eyes, not taking the Victoria's Secret proposal really seriously.

''Well, they have Kendall Jenner who has less facial expressions than a rock. Without counting that you, me and Sebastian Stan in The Winter Soldier movie have better walks than her'' said Lucas with all honesty.

''And that's correct'' said Taylor who seemed to want Morgan to walk in that show. ''You should totally do this''

But Morgan had already taken a decision.

''No.'' she simply said.

''WHAT'' Lucas shouted again.

''Morgan, please'' begged Taylor.

''No. I don't want to. I'll have to work out and go on a diet and believe me, I don't want to do that.'' she bit the croissant that she was eating that was delicious. The thought of not eating them for a while made her heart ache. ''They should hire a real model instead of me. They are hundreds of them lining up to be the next Victoria's Secret angel.''

''PLEASE, MORGAN!'' shouted Lucas and Taylor at the same time.

''You can be the next Angel. Alessandra Ambrosio retired. Adriana Lima is retiring this year. Only Candice is left from the good old days. You can be the next iconic Angel because you have charisma, elegance and fierceness.'' said Lucas.

Morgan still looked impassive, eating her croissant with all the calm in the world.

''No.'' she simply said. ''Being a Victoria's Secret Angel was never among my dreams. But... maybe I'll do it next year, if I want and if they have Taylor Swift performing at the show.''

Taylor was desperate.

''I'm sure that if you say yes they'll get you Taylor Swift, the fantasy bra, the Swarowsky outfit, a crown, you opening and closing... anything you want. Morgan, please, just imagine Sebastian's reaction''.

Morgan almost choked with the croissant.

''And now I'm even more convinced that I shouldn't do this. You're dead wrong if you think I'm doing something only to please Sebastian.''

In a very bad temper, she stood up and left.

Annoyed, she walked towards the coffee shop's bar only to find non other than Chris Evans there. It was almost funny.

''How little is the world'' he mumbled when he saw her.

''In L.A do you find random celebrities in coffee shops?'' she asked with her eyebrows raised. ''Because in New York I haven't met any in a normal environment. Well, maybe Sebastian. But... I don't really want to mention Sebastian'' she sat beside him.

''Yes. You meet random celebrities in the streets here. Once I met James Franco in the bathroom of a McDonalds. But in my case I just left Dodger for a grooming at the vet in the front.'' he pointed to a vet shop at the front of the cafe. ''I'm just waiting for him and then I found you. And how are you? What are you doing in L.A?''

''I got offered a project. I can't tell you about it if I don't want to be fired from it''

''I know all about secret projects. You're talking to Captain America.'' Chris doubted if he should ask the next question but he did it anyway. ''And... how is Sebastian?''

Morgan just shrugged her shoulders.

''It's been messy, I'm not going to lie.'' she could talk to Chris with honesty as he knew that there was funny business between she and Sebastian. ''I'm sure for him this is pretty confusing to. I think I've messed up his world.''

''You totally did. And not only his world but the whole world''

Morgan had to admit that he was right. And she actually liked that. She was only scared that the whole fame think could backfire someday.

''Victoria's Secret contacted me to walk in their show'' she suddenly said.

Chris muttered a small 'wow'.

''And... what did you say?''

''No. I don't think I'd be any good. Not this year, at least. If they ask me again next year, which I doubt, maybe I'll think about it.''

''I think you'd be good. I watched that show a couple of years ago and the models were beautiful but the lacked charisma, something that you have in great quantities. And I think you'd enjoy it.''

''Really?'' Morgan was intrigued why Chris thought that she'd liked to walk around in underwear and a pair of wings.

''Yeah. People looking at you, the camera fixed on you, the flashes, the felling like you own the world... yeah, I associate these kind of stuff with you.''

''So, you're saying that I like attention?'' she asked with raised eyebrows but not at all offended.

''Yes. But you're not desperate for it. You like getting the attention you deserve. That's why you turned Victoria's Secret down. Because you think that a real model should have been called instead of you.''

''How are you so good at reading people?'' she asked. ''Do you have a superpower? Dammit.''

Chris laughed, with his typical movement of placing his hand on his chest that she had seen so many times before, in her fangirl days.

''No, but you're easy to read. Just like Sebastian. You two are soulmates, I'm not joking.''

Morgan rolled her eyes.

''I bet you are, Evans''

Chris was about to laugh when an alarm on his phone sounded.

''Gosh, I have to pick Dodger up. Will you come with me? Then we can just walk around, have some fun. What do you say?''

Morgan liked the idea but she was totally sure that they were going to be pictured together and dating rumous would fly. And she wasn't interested in being romantically linked with Chris Evans even though she knew it was inevitable if she wanted to spend some time with the guy.

And it was all fun and games to hide from Sebastian but being romantically linked to someone else wasn't the best idea. She wasn't interested in making Sebastian jealous as she knew that it was a stupid move.

Her brain was working at full speed and she almost jumped when she got the solution. She slowly caressed the chain of the necklace Sebastian had given to her. She always wore it under her shirt but this time she took it out to make visible to everyone to see.

It was inevitable that there were going to be pictures of her with Chris but she also wanted to send a message to Sebastian. Something like 'Hey, I'm wearing your necklace in public. You're the only one that I want.' She just hoped that Sebastian got the hint. If he didn't, he was an idiot.

''Let's go. To be honest, I don't really want to spend my evening with my team trying to talk me into walking at that goddamned fashion show. And I also want to meet Dodger.''

Chris opened the door for her and together they stepped outside.

New York

Sebastian was spending his evening

with Florence and for once, it was actually being kind of fun. It was as if the absence of Morgan from New York had lifted a weight from his shoulders.

For Florence, it was as if the sun was shining again, without the stormy presence of that woman. She was praying that somehow Morgan fell in love with Los Angeles and decided to stay there forever. However, she still had some more months in New York, at least until she finished filming with Sebastian.

''I can't cook, so we should ask for take out.'' said Sebastian, who was rumbling into the almost empty cupboards of his kitchen. He seemed to only have bread, that looked as it was there since his Gossip Girl days, and a almost empty pot of Nutella. Classy.

''Chinese?'' she proposed.

''I was thinking about Italian.''

As none of them could agree in what to eat, they ended up eating some fast food from McDonalds.

For some reason that Sebastian didn't know, Morgan was back into his head. He was wondering what was she doing in L.A and even considering calling her. That was probably useless because she was not going to answer.

They were watching some random movie and that was the only thing that was interrupting the silence. However, none of them were very into the movie.

Sebastian was thinking about Morgan and Florence was glancing around Sebastian's living room with her eyes fixed on a picture of him sandwiched between Nicole Kidman and Morgan Llewellyn in the last Toronto Film Festival.

''Do you want tea? That's something I have and I know how to prepare''

Florence appreciated the enthusiasm with he was saying those words.

''Do you have honey? Or milk?''

The smile on Sebastian's face fell.

''Well... no... but I can do a quick shopping at the shop across the road.'' he kept fumbling in the cupboards. ''Hell, I don't even have sugar...just, please give me five minutes.''' and he left the apartment running.

Once Sebastian left, Florence was free to fulfill her own curiosity. She grabbed her phone and searched for Morgan's Instagram account. It wasn't as if she cared about her life but she needed to know to what extent she publicly cared about Sebastian.

It seemed that nothing at all. She scrolled throughout her feed only to find selfies, photoshoots and pictures with her famous friends. She had even cropped out Sebastian from almost all of the pictures taken in Toronto, except the one with him and Nicole Kidman, the same one that Sebastian had hung on his wall.

She couldn't resist talking a look at her tagged pictures and she didn't know how she ended up at the Morgan Llewellyn Updates account.

The first update was about Morgan being considered for the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show. What did the Victoria's Secret executives had in their minds at considering Morgan? Did they want to turn it into the Morgan Llewellyn Fashion Show? They basically wanted to sell their souls to the devil (Morgan) for views.

But Morgan had rejected the offer with the excuse of having 'scheduling conflicts'. However, she had left the door opened for next year. So, if the show's rating flopped, Morgan was still there.

Florence looked at the next update and almost dropped her phone to the floor. There she was, as beautiful as always, rocking a chill and simple outfit with high heels and walking round the streets of Los Angeles with no other than Chris Evans and his dog.

Florence wanted to sing and dance. She could swear that a victory song was playing in her head.

She was crossing fingers for Evans and Llewellyn to fall in love, get married and live happily ever after in his big Los Angeles home with her cat and his dog. They for sure made a beautiful couple.

But deep inside she knew that this was never going to happen. Morgan Llewellyn seemed to like ruining people's lives and she had many months ahead of filming with Sebastian. And the whole world was rooting for them to be together. And Morgan liked to please her people.

''Why do you look so happy?'' Sebastian asked when he got back with the groceries.

''Found some good news. You'll like them too.''

She handed Sebastian the phone with a big smile on her face.

It took Sebastian a couple of seconds to recognize the people on the picture, but when he did he felt a ugly sensation in his stomach, something that felt like a pang in his chest and for a moment he felt as if he was breathing shattered glass.

So Morgan and Chris, eh?

He just wanted to fly right then to L.A and interrupt this whole sham or at least call Chris to stop doing whatever he was doing with Morgan. But then he noted something he hadn't before. He zoomed on the picture and could clearly see the star necklace he had given to Morgan hanging from her neck.

He stated laughing, leaving Florence utterly confused. But Sebastian was just admiring Morgan and being thankful to Lucas Williams.

Morgan knew what she was doing. Yes, she was having fun with Evans but at the end of the day, she was wearing his necklace in public, and she knew perfectly well that it was going to mean a lot to Sebastian. It wasn't a coincidence. Maybe to the general public it was a little detail about Morgan Llewellyn having a necklace. For Sebastian the gesture shouted 'Hey, I'm with Evans now but, it doesn't mean anything.'' Or that was what he hoped.

''You minx'' he mumbled looking at the picture. ''I know exactly what you're doing and I love you for that''

''Excuse me?''

Sebastian had absolutely forgotten about Florence's presence.

''Ummm... this doesn't mean anything. It's just a bet between Morgan and I about who gets to sleep with Evans first''

He felt that somehow he was making things worse.

''WHAT?''

''It's just a joke'' he explained. ''We all know that Morgan is going to get it first.'' he prayed, with all his heart, to be wrong with his statement.

''So you want to sleep with Chris Evans?''

''Who doesn't...''

Sebastian was just absentmindedly answering because all his attention was on the comments of the picture.

He could read stuff like 'Chris and Morgan outsold.', 'I'm all about MorganStan but Chris and Morgan are also hot as hell', 'Chris, I love you but I need you to get away like right now', 'Chris Evans, stop making holes in my ship!', 'If Seb and Morgan become another case of Kate and Leo and they never date and she marries Evans instead I'm flying myself off a cliff' (same, girl, same, Sebastian thought), 'Why is everyone blaming Chris Evans for wanting to sink the MorganStan ship when Florence is literally right there', there was even a reply to that comment that went by the very harsh words of: 'Because Chris Evans is actually relevant.'

Those people were nuts but Sebastian found himself agreeing with many of them.

''So are you going to say something?'' Florence demanded.

''Don't worry, it's just a joke between actors, nothing serious, I was juts me... WHAT THE HELL''

''What now?''

But Sebastian wasn't listening anymore. If he though he had never worn that necklace in public... well, he was wrong. he was just finding out that he had let everyone see it at a Comic Con in Houston, not long ago. And someone else had noticed and posted his picture next to Morgan's with the caption 'If this is the same necklace I'm fainting.'

And people had got on board with it. 'Morgan and Seb wearing matching jewellery, I'm living for it.' and 'This reminds me of Taylor Swift and Harry Styles paper airplane necklace situation in 2013 and I'm having an stroke right now.'

Yeah, and he was too living for it. He sent a text to Morgan saying 'I got your message.' And for the first time in days Morgan replied with a simple winking emoji.

Los Angeles

Morgan and Chris had made it to his beautiful house without any inconvenience apart from a couple of paparazzis. She knew that the pictures were all over the Internet, thanks to Sebastian's message. She was happy that everything had worked out in the end.

''What do you want to eat?'' he asked her.

''If you're ordering food, always Italian.''

''I was planning to cook, but I guess I can make pasta.''

So he could cook too. And Chris Evans was right there demonstrating how much better than Sebastian he was. And Morgan was cursing herself because instead of choosing Chris, who was a dreamboat, she wanted Sebastian, who probably couldn't place a bowl of instant soup into the microwave.

''And I guess I'd sit there and watch because I can't cook.''

''I imagined that for some reason.'' he looked at her with a mischievous smile and she looked back at him with raised eyebrows. ''What I mean is that... I've been working with Sebastian for almost ten years and you're very similar to him. What is more, I've never meet anyone as similar to him as you are.''

''Really?'' Morgan looked at him with a confused expression.

''Yeah. I've seen that face before, believe me.''

It was not the first time that she heard that comparison. Taylor said it all the time (and she didn't see their similarities under a positive light) and even Damien Chazelle had mentioned it.

''Whatever you say'' she rolled her eyes playfully sat in the counter, facing Chris, who was taking the ingredients for the pasta from the cupboards. ''Let me put some music, please, to motivate you, so you can make a good pasta.''

''Believe me, Llewellyn. My pasta is the best.''

''We'll see.''

Queen was playing around the house and both of them were moving to the music. Chris almost burned himself for being way too into the song.

It was so incredibly domestic that Morgan was quite confused. They were dancing in the kitchen while he cooked (like in that awesome scene between Harry Osborn and Mary Jane Watson in Spiderman 3) and she could even see Dodger running in the backyard.

Morgan knew that she could have all of that if she wanted, with very little effort. But that was the thing, she didn't want to. She wanted the angry dumpster prince that couldn't cook to save his life, couldn't put his life together and had the special ability of making very dumb decisions.

Maybe it was because behind her beauty, talent and glamour, she was exactly the same. A hot mess.

Domestically numb? Check.

Didn't have a life plan apart from acting, being famous, popular and pretty? Double check.

Made stupid ass decisions that made no absolute sense? Triple check.

For a moment she was so caught in her own thoughts that she didn't notice that Chris was talking to her, thankfully about something that wasn't related to Sebastian in any way.

The day went by in a pretty easy going mood. Chris not only made really awesome pasta but he could also bake. He was a real life Prince Charming. And somehow Morgan still craved for Sebastian sassy remarks while eating pizza under a tree in a park wearing their expensive clothes. Why would she want that, it was a mystery. If Chris Evans couldn't take Sebastian out of her mind, she doubted that she could get over him someday.

They spent a very nice evening, talking about everything and everyone, eating cake and even playing with Dodger. It was perfect.

As the evening was turning into the night, they comfortably settled in Chris's comfortable sitting room, eating popcorn and watching Leonardo DiCaprio movies, with Dodger in the middle of them.

At some point while watching Titanic, that both of them had watched countless of times, they went back to the Sebastian topic. It had started with Chris commenting a funny anecdote on the set of The First Avenger.

''...I swear that he's the sweetest person on earth but that doesn't make him perfect'' said Chris. ''No one is, that's the truth. Sometimes he make that choices that leave anyone around him, speechless. Me included. Like dating that Florence girl for example... it's just... stupid. They have nothing in common. She's supposed of nice and everything but...' it seemed like Chris disagreed with Florence being nice. '...she's one of those persons that wants every person in the world to be nice to them, when we all know that life's not like that. She's the kind of person that complains to the manager when the Starbucks barista doesn't have pumpkin spice to her latte and ruining the poor kid's day''

Morgan wasn't even trying to hide her satisfaction. She had thought that Florence was a goody two shoes local like her sister in law Lila but no, she was one of those annoying persons who couldn't let other people live. No wonder Sebastian's fans disliked her, even though they didn't know what Chris had just told her. For now. She was going to find a way for them to know. Not directly, of course.

Yes, Morgan could be devious, selfish, a drama queen and even a snake, but she tried to treat people with kindness.

''That is... yikes.'' Morgan looked outraged and Chris smiled.

''Yeah. I met her twice and I didn't like her. And judging by your face, she's not your favourite person in the world and I sort of know the reason why.''

She didn't need to explain anything to Chris. She knew that he knew.

''Oh God, this is so messed up.'' he said. ''With this material I can write a romcom and you and Seb can act in it. Let's sum this up: you've loved him for five years without knowing him, then you meet him and you dislike him, then you love him again but this time you love the real person, but he has a girlfriend who you discovered just now that she's kind of asshat, and now, apparently he's in love with you too and if you two get together, the media storm may damage your careers. It's a mess.''

''When you say it like that, it sounds like chaos. Why is this happening? I don't understand.''

''Because both of you are chaotic. You are... well, you. And Sebastian relationship history is pitiful. If you two get together there will be even greater chaos or you two will finally settle down with each other. I'm quite inclined for the second option. I think you two are soulmates.''

That was the moment Dodger chose to get tired of the conversation and left the coach, leaving Chris and Morgan alone. If he could talk he would have cursed them.

''I'm going to get us more popcorn.''

While he was gone she had enough time to think about all the information Chris had given her. Her mind was already making plans. For a moment she had forgotten that she was relaxing on Chris Evans's wonderful sofa. It was like a dream.

''Earth to Morgan'' he suddenly said. ''I know you have a lot of information inside that head of yours but... calm down for a moment.'' he placed the popcorn bowl on her lap, leaving his hand resting on her arm. Morgan hadn't miss that detail, let alone when he placed his whole arm softy around her shoulders.

After an exhausting week, full of emotional turmoil and running away from the person she wanted the most to be near, she found herself craving this touch.

Yeah, it wasn't Sebastian (and to be honest, nothing compared to him) but... it was the best option after him, at least for the moment. Damn it, it was Chris Evans, prince charming in person, gorgeous and sexy as hell... but he also deserved better. He deserved someone with their head in its right place and that certainly wasn't Morgan.

''Are you up for a little distraction?'' he asked, with a cheeky smile but also blushing intensely.

Of course she was. Who wouldn't. But she needed to state the rules clearly before. Not for her sake but for his.

''I am. But only as a distraction.'' he smiled sadly at her words, perfectly understanding what she was trying to say. ''You don't deserve me, Chris. That's the sad truth. You deserve better than me. Someone who's not in love with your co-star, for example.''

With all the tenderness in the world, he traced her cheekbone with her thumb.

''You deserve the world. But... you don't want what you deserve. I don't know what will happen in the future with you and Seb, I totally understand that your heart is with him, and it will be there for a long time. I won't try to convince you otherwise. I'm just offering a distraction and some fun. Everyone needs it from time to time.''

His playful smile was really something else. And not even in her wildest dreams she had imagined that Chris Evans was, someday, going to offer himself so openly to her. She'd better take that goddamn chance.

New York

The day after the Chris Evans-Morgan storm, Sebastian was in a coffee shop, drinking a latte and reading the last number of Vogue, the one that Morgan had covered. A very old Taylor Swift song was playing in the background, back from the days when that girl sang country music. Wow, the past was weird. Back then hardly anyone knew him (people confused him with Chace all of the time), Marvel wasn't even a thing, Chris Evans was the last failed Human Torch, Morgan Llewellyn was a teenager who wanted to act, was stuck on a farm somewhere in Wales with another name and Taylor Swift sang country music.

Now the world was a crazy place. He was famous (even more than Chace), Marvel was the biggest franchise in the world, Chris Evans was Captain America and also a superstar, Morgan Llewellyn was everywhere, from covering Vogue to being the face of Chanel, and she was also getting a mysterious acting project. And she had shaken his world so hard that he doubted that he could ever be who he was before meeting her. And Taylor Swift sang pop.

He kept passing the pages of Vogue and reading some parts of Morgan's interview, the most interesting bits and the parts that he didn't know. And whoever that had shot the pictures had done a damn good job highlighting Morgan's spectacular eyes. Now every time he closed his eyes he had those purple-blue eyes engraved in his brain.

''Earth to Sebastian!'' it was his friend Charlie, the person he was waiting for and the only one of his friends who had agreed to meet him. Toby and Chace were working in some project he didn't know about, Will was tired of him after his latest Morgan related tantrum, Joe was in England having his superstar moment, Anthony was filming something somewhere and Chris was roaming the streets of L.A with Morgan Llewellyn.

''Sorry, I was... distracted.'' he didn't have enough time to push the magazine away from him.

''I can see that. She's pretty... distracting.''

''Wait, how do you know about Morgan? You've never met her.''

Charlie looked at him as if he was a five year old.

''Because, the only thing that everyone's talking about lately is her. Chace is his fan, Joe is about to tattoo her name on his forehead, Toby can't care less about you two and Will thinks that she's a life ruiner. Florence probably agrees with him.''

Sebastian knew all of that already. And, surprisingly, he didn't care about what his friends thought of Morgan.

''Who cares. She's just my co-star. Like any other co-star I had before.''

He didn't believe that himself and he knew that Charlie was not going to believe him.

''Wrong. You didn't fall in love with Margot Robbie or Nicole Kidman. Well, maybe with Chris Evans but... who wouldn't, man. That guy's a dreamboat.''

''I'm not in love with Morgan''

''And that is... wrong. Again.'' Sebastian blushed but didn't say anything. ''By the way, Toby texted me asking where we were. He says he has important news..''

''Wasn't he in Brooklyn auditioning to some mysterious project?''

''Ask him yourself...'' before he could say anything else, Toby was crossing the coffee shop, looking happy and full of life.

He was glowing for some reason Sebastian didn't know. And he was more surprised when he grabbed the Vogue magazine, that was still on the table, and kissed Morgan's picture.

''What the hell does this mean?'' Sebastian took the magazine from Toby's hands and looked at him with an angry frown.

''That your girl got me a role in a TV show''.

''What?'' Sebastian and Charlie asked at the same time.

They were both intrigued as to how Morgan had helped Toby and since when she cared about his acting career.

''Let me start... yesterday Morgan liked one of my pictures in Instagram because she follows me.'' he looked too cocky about that fact for someone that two days earlier wasn't very enthusiastic about her. ''So, today I showed up to the audition, I said my name and the Casting Director immediately asked me if I knew Morgan because she was liking my stuff on Insta. I said yes and they gave me the role, without having to do anything.''

That story didn't make any sense. The only thing Sebastian could recollect was that Toby had got the role only because she had met Morgan once.

''So you got the role only because you have met Morgan once and she follows you on Instagram?'' Sebastian questioned him and Toby just smiled, not ashamed at all. ''Nice display of your talent there. You could totally suck but they didn't care as long as you keep Morgan's follow.''

''Hey, I don't suck! And I'm also not a superstar like you are. I don't have Damien Chazelle offering me roles while I'm in the bathroom at the airport! If I can get roles thanks to Morgan, I'm going to do it.''

''Okay, that makes you a fame leech.''

Nor Charlie or Toby knew why Sebastian looked so mad.

''Stop, okay?'' Toby looked at him with a hard expression. ''No one is taking advantage of your girl. You can tell her what I did, if you want. She probably won't mind.''

''She's not my girl'' he groaned. ''And of course I'm going to tell her.''

Toby rolled her eyes and decided to change the topic.

''Have any of you heard about Joe lately?''

''Isn't he in London?'' asked Sebastian, who had been way too focused on himself and Morgan to care about his friend's whereabouts.

''Yes. Now he's hanging out with Rami Malek, who'll probably win an Oscar before you, Seb'' Charlie teased him. ''I think he changed us for Malek and some guys named Ben and Gwil or whatever is pronounced.''

''He'll be back when the buzz over his movie dies. And Malek may win an Oscar but at least I wasn't in Twilight like he was.''

''You're a pain in the ass today, Sebastian.'' Toby threw a napkin at Sebastian's face. ''I get that you're a bit cranky because your great friend Chris is probably having a very good time with Morgan right now. Or at least he had it last night, I'm sure of it.''

Charlie almost chocked with the muffin he was eating and Sebastian got so red that it looked as if he was going to catch fire at any moment.

''And I'm sure that what you just said didn't happen''.

Los Angeles.

Lucas and Morgan were eating some pizza in a simple Pizza Hut somewhere in L.A alone. This was not a conversation that they wanted to have in front of Taylor.

''Now, tell me because I swear I'm dying of the intrigue... did you slept with him or not?''

It wasn't hard to Lucas to draw that conclusion. Morgan had came back to the hotel at ten in the morning making a stupid excuse of staying at Chris's watching Titanic. Taylor believed her but Lucas didn't.

''Of course I did.'' she didn't even blush with that revelation. ''He was offering himself and I just said yes.''

''Just that? Are you two dating or something?''

''Of course not. He knows that... we're not for each other. He deserves better. At least someone who's not in love with Sebastian Stan. It was just a fun night, nothing else.''

Lucas was surprised that Morgan was speaking with such lightness. She had slept with bloody Captain America and she was acting like it was not a big deal at all.

''I'm tempted not to throw my diet coke at your face, Morgan. How can you? He's literally the perfect man, a hopeless romantic, a beauty, a generous, good man... and you're going to give him up for... what? Sebastian Stan? Who's not even single? Whose mind is literally a mess? Oh, please God, no. Tell me you're not doing this.''

''It seems like...I am.. Chris deserves better. I'm the worst thing that can happen to him at this point and he knows it. He really likes me as a friend but as a girlfriend he'd get tired of me in two months and I can't blame him. Sometimes I'm tired of myself too, believe me.''

Morgan looked sad for a couple of seconds but regained her composure.

''So, do you think that it will be different with Sebastian?''

''Who knows... but I'm beautiful trash and he's beautiful trash so... we kind of match. But now you have to help me investigate something that Chris told me about Florence.''

Lucas winced. That couldn't be good news.

''What are you planning to do now?''

''I'm going to tell the truth to the world.''

Lucas didn't know what Morgan really wanted but he was sure it was nothing good.

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antescompany · 2 years

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In personal tabletop development related news, I would like to fully recommend Murder in Renaissance Italy (2017), edited by Trevor Dean and K.J.P. Lowe, and discuss its personal use to me in my current effort in historical game design, Cangiante.

Cangiante is a game built heavily on research; whilst a thematic piece, it is also, in part, a simulative environment, fascinated deeply with telling a story within the bounds of the true mud and stone of Renaissance Italy. Romanticization in a punk work is unsightly and ignorant; truth is punk, and punk is truth.

Thus, while reworking combat mechanics to be dialed down from their Wizardman counterpart in order to deemphasize its role in the game, I came to a sudden and strange realization; should its role be deemphasized? What was the perception of violence in the Renaissance? How was it characterized, what was tolerated, and who was conducting it and who on?

Research often exists in strokes too broad for usage. "Violence in Renaissance Europe" covers a landmass and topic too wide for any of it to be guaranteed applicable to my specific focus - unfortunately, in many cases, this scope is as specific as my informational access will allow me to delve. Murder in Renaissance Italy, on the other hand, fits within a category of works that has proven immeasurably valuable; intense, seething specialization.

You don't know how much there is to know about something so seemingly small in scope until its shown to you. Together, these works allow for the existence of a nuanced and flavored understanding of Renaissance perceptions towards murder and violence as a whole, a nuanced picture which is central to Cangiante's understanding of Renaissance life.

Also, in admittedly my driest of takes yet, this cover is delightful. I've seen this layout used a couple of times now - I'm guessing it may be a standardized layout used by Cambridge - but the formatting of the text so low in the top portion and allowance for flat color to dominate so much of the image really brings a great deal of interest to what could've otherwise been a rather boring layout. The expressions on the art used are too ridiculous for me to take it entirely seriously, but it has a kitschy charm.

I haven't been able to sit down and read a book in a very long time, yet somehow it always seems to happen when I need to amass the effort for this project, and it happens with a great ease. Perhaps passion, perhaps insanity. Your call.

Eternally yours.

#cangiante #ttrpg #tabletop rpg #indie ttrpg #indie dev #renaissance #history

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aceattorney-apollojustice · 3 years

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ooc: I recall that I said I would post down some of my more recent AA thoughts, one of them being what I would like to if Apollo's game had gotten a fifth case ala Rise From the Ashes. I figure since Polly isn't complying, I may as well type it down. Who knows? It could probably make for a good plot/thread.

I figure it'll be easier to list the ideas off, then explain them.

Don't have Phoenix involved in the case, at least until the end

Be a proper bridge to Dual Destinies

Continue the tradition of Apollo having not entirely innocent clients

Have anyone BUT Klavier be the prosecutor

No high stakes, have the case be a good ol' murder mystery

Alright, explanation time, starting with:

Don't have Phoenix involved in the case, at least until the end

It's no secret that Phoenix pretty much stole Apollo's limelight in his own game. That's why, if the game ever did get a 5th case, I wouldn't want Phoenix to be involved or seen in any way, shape, or form until the very end of the case. Don't get me wrong, I like Feenbean, especially Hobo Feenbean, but his time is done for now.

Be a proper bridge to Dual Destinies

Yeah, Dual Destinies did a very poor job of bridging the gap between Hobo Phoenix and new Phoenix, not to mention the fact it gave Apollo some much needed backstory which he could have really used in his own game. The latter half of the problem is easy to fix. Just have Clay call Apollo and give him a pep talk similar to what Phoenix did in 6-2, or have him appear in person saying that he wanted to watch one of his best friend's trials. As for Phoenix, like I said, have him appear at the end of the case, with him saying he's planning on going to Europe for a while after passing the bar. Also, have him apologize to Apollo for his behavior towards him during that year. That alone will show Apollo that Phoenix is starting to get back to his old self and toss aside the jaded hobo he's been for years. Not to mention it'd make seeing him again after returning from Europe in Dual Destinies a lot less jarring.

Obviously patching this problem up is easier if Phoenix is allowed to appear during the case, but I figure giving Apollo some identity in his own game is a better priority.

Continue the tradition of Apollo having not entirely innocent clients

This one is probably the simplest to do and probably the most trivial, but I do love the fact that all of Apollo's clients (pre Dual Destinies anyways) were all guilty of something other than the murder they were accused of. This simple notion is enough to start giving Apollo major trust issues. More on this fascinating analysis can be found in this post here.

Have anyone BUT Klavier be the prosecutor

Yeah, I won't lie, this one is more personal/petty. I simply dislike Klavier and would rather not see him. Plus the guy is still probably dealing with the reelback from his band breaking up, and his brother showing his true colors definitely stirred something up I'm sure.

The only 3 choices I can think of for the prosecution are Edgeworth, Fransizka, and Winston Payne. Haven't played or watched either of the Investigations games, so I can't comment confidently on any prosecutors seen there. The only one who would probably be a really good fit would be Sebastian Debeste.

Edgeworth is a pretty left field option, but damn it these two need to meet. Plus, a courtroom battle between Edgeworth and Apollo would be quite interesting, since Apollo doesn't bluff nearly as much as Phoenix. When he does, it's usually to draw out new evidence. It would be a legit game of debating+logic chess for at least 80% of the trial.

Haven't seen much of Franny prosecute, so I can't really comment, but Apollo does not have Phoenix's ridiculous luck+endurance, so those whips might be deadly...

Payne could actually work if you tie in the "succession theme" from 4-4* in a really ironic way? Like, he decides if he loses this case, he'll file for retirement. The fabled Rookie Killer getting permanently "killed" by a rookie. Phoenix wasn't able to do it, so this is about as close as it's going to get for Apollo unless we can deviate from Dual Destinies entirely. Could also serve as a catalyst for Gaspen to go up against the WAA.

(*The 4th case for Apollo Justice is named "Turnabout Succession", but really, Apollo didn't succeed Phoenix at all. He was just his mouth piece against Gavin. And to add salt to the wound, Phoenix ends up returning as an attorney in Dual Destinies, so yeah, it makes everything moot. I would have definitely loved to use Edgeworth with this themed framework in mind, but it only works properly if Phoenix never returns to law or choose a different law based profession, like a professor at Themis or something.)

No high stakes, have the case be a good ol' murder mystery

Dual Destinies and Spirit of Justice both have fifth cases with stupidly high stakes if you lose, even more so than the trilogy's final cases. As noted in this post here, Apollo Justice as a game inverted so many themes from the trilogy, so it wouldn't hurt to invert this one as well. Obviously this is AA, so we can't have a normal trial, but simply make it more down to earth. And please don't let it drag on like RFtA. Seriously.

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Anyways, those are the main things I'd have wanted to see if AJ ever got a fifth case. Hopefully I didn't bore ya. Some other optional things could include the case utilizing a new puzzle solving method exclusive to whatever device it is released on, or having Apollo alone on the defense's bench (meaning no Trucy or Phoenix to give advice or comment. Him standing on his own for once would definitely help him.)

#ooc #face claim #Mun's ramblings

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fallen-gravity · 7 years

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Ooh! Could you write a fic where Maui and Moana are sailing through storm together? Like maybe the first time they go through one together when Maui's teaching Moana? (and she's kind of freaked because of how bad her first storm went when she washed up on Maui's island) Or maybe after they've known each other for sometime? I haven't seen any fics about this topic before, and I figured that if anyone can write it really well, it's you!

whoops, I accidentally went ahead and somehow combined both options into Moana and Maui never ran into any storms on the trip to Te Fiti so the first time she comes across a storm with him a year later she completely freezes up because she has no clue what to do about it

whoops, Part Two: Did you ask for 3600 words of Maui being a protective mentor towards her?

…Well, you probably actually did, but you probably weren’t asking for 3600 words. My bad.

The change is instantaneous. Between one blink andthe next. One second, she’s sailing off to complete a trade deal, rolling hereyes as Maui makes some horrible pun on the name of the island they’re headingto. It’s for nothing super important, Moana’s just meeting her end of atrade deal, so when Maui asked if he could tag along she agreed. She’d figuredthat since they don’t need to stay overnight, just a quick pop over for a fewhours to complete the trade, which really wouldn’t give Maui enough time tocause something that’d accidentally start a war or something over somethingthat was originally well-intended on his part.

One second, Moana’s going to reply with a worse pun,just to get that tally on her side of the scoreboard, and the next, she can’tsee Mini Maui or his large counterpart at all. The sun, which Moana wasonly seconds ago squinting through to see her companion’s face, is nowcompletely blocked out by dark grey storm clouds, making it impossible tosee even three feet in front of her.

Frowning, Moana dips her hand in the water andimmediately pulls it back out when the water feels much warmer than it’ssupposed to. Yep, there’s definitely a storm brewing, and by the looks of thoseclouds it doesn’t seem to be one that’s going to pass quickly.

Moana frowns.

“Hey, Maui?” she asks, squinting towards where she’spretty sure her friend had been standing not five minutes ago. “Do you think wecould turn back and do this later? I’m in no hurry to get there, and thoseclouds don’t look very promising” she pulls her oar out of the water and pointsup towards the dark clouds. They are, in fact, building in the exact directionthey need to go in, and keeping on would mean sailing right into the eye of thestorm, which is the exact opposite of what Moana wants to do.

There’s a short moment of silence where Moana canonly assume Maui is looking off to where she’s pointing.

“Nah,” Maui’s voice says, and if his tone isanything to go by he’s probably shrugging his shoulders right about now. “Iwouldn’t worry about it. It’s probably not as bad it looks” he turns towardher, and if Moana squints hard enough she can just make out the outline of hisface. “Plus, aren’t they expecting us today? I wouldn’t keep them waiting,Curly” he grins, and somehow it’s bright enough that Moana can see it throughthe shrouded darkness. “Wouldn’t want to start any accidental wars or anything”his grin widens, and the worry creasing in Moana’s expression lightens slightlyat him using her own words against her.

“Oh, shut up” Moana deadpans, and shakes her head.“I’m sure they can see the clouds too. I’m sure they don’t want us diving headfirst into the eye of a storm when we could be safely tucked away back home, soit’s a win-win” Moana says, and begins working on adjusting the sail to turnthem back towards Motunui. “They don’t have to worry we might not come out ofthe storm okay, and we can head back and stay home until the storm passessafely”

There’s another short pause, and Maui’s playful grinfades from his face when realization finally seems to dawn on him.

“Is that what this is about?” he asks, and takes astep closer to her. “You’re worried we might not make it out okay?” he asks,and when her only response is to rub at her arm and to take an awkward stepbackwards Maui frowns and takes a step closer.

“Seriously?” he blinks. “I thought you were joking.”Maui shakes his head at himself when he realizes that probably isn’t helping,and leans against the mast. “What makes you think that? You’ve been throughrougher storms than this on some of the voyages you’ve taken out with yourpeople, right? This is nothing you can’t handle”

In any other circumstance, Moana would smile at thepraise, and then cover up that smile with a punch to the shoulder.

Except….she hasn’t. Not once since her people pickedback up on voyaging a year ago have they run into a storm once. It wasn’tsomething Moana ever thought about, because she and Maui never really ran intomany storms on their trip to Te Fiti that she can really recall, either. Maybeit’s just because the ocean likes her. Maybe it’s a coincidence.

Either way, how to sail through a storm was definitelynot something Maui taught her on the trip to Te Fiti, and she decided thattrying to teach herself by sailing right into the first storm she saw wasan ever dumber idea than never learning how at all.

“Never?” Maui asks when she doesn’t respond, andfrowns. “You’ve been out voyaging a year and a half now and you’ve beenavoiding storms this entire time?” he asks, and if it weren’t for the budding concernin his voice Moana would think he was mocking her. “Why? Does it have anythingto do with your dad’s friend that you told me about?”

Moana winces. “No, my dad’s fine” she replies, wellaware that’s not really what he’s asking. “He mans the boat sometimes, but I’musually the one who decides where we go. We usually just avoid storms and findalternate routes when we come across them, because none of us know how to sailthrough them” she says, and clamps down on adding without getting hurt soroughly that she accidentally bites down on her tongue.

Another one of the reasons Moana never taughtherself how to sail through a storm is because, well, she’s afraid. Thefirst time she tried to sail alone she got her foot caught under a piece ofcoral and almost drowned. By the time she’d managed to free herself she scrapedher foot so badly that it left a scar that still hasn’t healed yet. And the secondtime she’d sailed alone she capsized and couldn’t push the boat backupright no matter how many times she tried. And because her luck was stellar,the ocean decided it would be a great big help just to dump a massive stormright over her head right then and there. She’d tried to keep pushing the canoeover, she tried to sail out of there, but no matter how many times she calledfor help no sentient blob ever popped itself out of the water and helped hertip her canoe back over.

All she remembers of that storm is the tightsqueezing of the lungs as she sank below the waves, the black dots blurringinto her vision when she couldn’t seem to resurface no matter how hard shepushed upwards, and her pounding headache and ragged breathing when she woke upon Maui’s island.

She must be making an expression that makes it clearshe’s thinking about something uncomfortable, because the next thing she knowsthere’s a gentle hand on her shoulder and she starts at the gesture.

Maui frowns. “Moana,” he starts again. “Areyou…afraid of storms?”

“What?” she asks. “That’s ridiculous” she lies. “Ijust…don’t think it’s a very good idea to sail through this weather is all”she offers, hoping it’ll dispel some of that concern off of his face so theycan stop talking and just get out of here.

It doesn’t work. At all. Maui’s frown deepens.

“There was a storm the night before I found yourcanoe on my island” he starts, like he suddenly has the ability to read hermind. “I always thought it was a coincidence” he says, and turns to face hermore directly. “You were caught in that storm, weren’t you?” he asks, and Moanafrowns.

“Actually it’s…uh, the only reason I found you atall” she admits sheepishly. “When I first left home, I was doing great. I knewwhere to find you, I was determined to find you, so I just set off. Notraining, almost no preparation, nothing. Just the wind in my sail and the moonin the sky to guide me” she muses, and can’t help the small smile spreading toher face any more than she can the little twinge of nostalgia in her chest.

“And for the first night or two, I was fine! My pathwas literally pointed out to me in the stars, so it was pretty easy to tell Iwas heading in the right direction.” she pauses. “Unfortunately, I think theremust’ve been some part of me that thought the entire trip was going to be thateasy. I stopped being so careful because I figured everything would be fine.And, lucky for me, it was”

Moana pauses to roll her eyes at herself. “Until Ifell asleep. When the ocean finally woke me up after gods know how long, yourisland was well behind me. Sometimes I wonder if the ocean was waiting to seeif I’d wake up on my own before it finally splashed me back awake.”

Moana’s small smile fades from her face. “Then,well, everything just started getting worse and worse from there. I capsizedwhen I turned the boat around too quickly, and I couldn’t figure out how toturn it over for the life of me. I tried asking the ocean for help, which did nothing,but before I could ask again I heard a loud crack of lightning. So I turn,and the ocean’s forming a tidal wave taller than even Te Kā was.”

Moana can pinpoint the exact moment Maui sees whereher story is going, because the concern on his face increases tenfold. Shebites down on a snort as she continues on.

“The tidal wave crashed right down on my head, and Iwas pushed so far down under the waves that I couldn’t resurface no matter howmany times I’d pushed myself up. The last thing I remember before I ran out ofair and blacked out was a crack of lightning hitting the water right above me”

“And the next thing I knew I was on the shore ofyour island, yelling at the ocean for trying to destroy my canoe” she waves thestory off with a hand gesture, like she’s telling a joke and not about thesecond time in her life the ocean almost killed her.

And if the horrified look on Maui’s face as herealizes she could’ve died in that storm is anything to go by, then maybe sheshouldn’t be telling him about the first any time soon. Moana almost thinkshe’s going to say something, some mildly concerned comment he’s gonna try tohide within some joke, and she steps forward to mirror his gesture of placingher hand on his shoulder to help calm him down.

But before she can, the dawning horror on his facefades when he catches himself, replaced with a blank, unreadable expression anda protective glint in his eyes of the likes she hasn’t seen since the secondtime they faced off with Te Kā. He frowns, and instead of letting her reach forhim he steps forward and, much to her surprise, yanks her oar right out of herhand.

“Hey!” Moana yelps, more surprised by the motionthan upset or angry. He ignores her, temporarily, to dig the oar into the waterto get the canoe moving again. But instead of keeping on towards Motunui, likeMoana had set the course for, he turns the boat around and starts heading backtowards the storm clouds. “What are you doing?”

“You’re gonna wanna pay pretty close attention tothis, Chosen One” he states, his protective gaze locked onto the storm cloudsabove them. “Turns out I forgot to teach you the most important wayfindinglesson there is”

Moana can just about feel her face draining withcolor. “No, Maui, you don’t have to…” she starts as he dips his hand into thewater to check the currents, but her words are lost when he sprints forward tothe hull of the boat.

“Cheee hooo!!!” he calls, and Moana scrambles tocling to the mast of the canoe as he flips the boat around to take them into amore direct path into the storm. As he’s sprinting around and grabbing for thehalyard to prevent the boat from tipping over, Moana gets a brief look at theexpression on his face, but those brief seconds are all Moana needs.

He’s got this determined look set on his face, buteven at a brief glance Moana can tell this isn’t the boisterous, jovialpersonality he puts on in battle or when he visits islands where he doesn’tknow the islanders personally. There’s something about it that almost seems vulnerableabout it, like he’s afraid something will go horribly wrong if hedoesn’t teach her how to do this properly.

Like he’s afraid he’ll lose her if he doesn’tdo this properly.

The boat straightens out, and lands maybe a littlerougher than it should back into the water as Maui leaps back over to his placeat the stern.

“Alright!” he says, and reaches to tie his hair upin one quick movement when the wind picks up as they begin to head into thestorm. “Lesson one” he says, and waits for her to unlatch from the mast tostand back up before he continues on. “Never let the storm know you’re afraidof it” he states, and kneels down to check the current again. Apparentlysatisfied with the direction they’re headed in, he pulls his hand from thewater and shakes it off. “If you let it know you’re afraid, it’ll takeadvantage of you. It’ll catch you off guard and toss you under the waves thefirst chance it gets.” Maui yanks on the halyard to unfurl the sail, and thecanoe lurches forward. “But if you stare back at the waves, if you stand talland show it how much better than it you are, it’ll leave you alone. It won’thurt you.” he states, and turns to her. “It can’t scare you if you don’t letit, Curly. It’s as simple as that” he finishes, and as if in demonstration heglides the canoe easily away from a wave attempting to ram into the canoe fromthe side without taking his eyes off of her.

“Lesson two!” he shouts over the wind picking up.“Keep checking the currents. If you think it’s warmer than it should be, neverdoubt yourself! In storms out at sea, that means there’s a wave heading yourway.” he says, and gestures towards himself with his head. “C’mere. I want youto see how I’m doing this” he says, and Moana takes a few tentative stepstowards him. Once she’s within his reach he tugs her toward him and places herbehind him. Wrapping the halyard around his wrist, he drops down onto one kneeand tugs gently on the halyard as he dips a hand in to check the current. When he pulls his hand out of water he pulls the oar about halfway out ofthe water before digging it back into the water as roughly as he can.

The canoe whips to one side, and the first thingMoana sees when she looks up is the massive tidal wave careening towards them,and Moana lurches forward and latches onto Maui’s arm. She knows she doesn’tneed to be afraid, and that she really doesn’t have anything to worry about,but it’s really hard. She almost drowned twice a number of days apart fromanother, and her father lost his best friend to a storm out at sea, and to thisday her father still casts uneasy glances out towards the water wheneverthey’re out voyaging.

She also knows that in any other circumstance, Mauiwouldn’t let her latch onto him for this long, and he’d repeat his lesson aboutnot letting her fear control her, because it’s actually a really importantlesson to know, but for the time being she’s shaking and instead of sayinganything he reaches beside him with his free arm to pat her reassuringly on thearm.

“You’re okay, Moana, see?” he tells her as gently ashe can, despite the fact that he still has to shout to be heard over the wind.When Moana forces her eyes back open she sees they’re back on the flat ocean,and when Moana turns to look behind her she sees the wave they’d just crossedover break in on itself.

“I’m gonna do that again, but I’m gonna need you tokeep your eyes open and watch how I do it, okay?” he asks, patting at her armagain, and Moana sighs as she unlatches from his arm.

“Okay” she nods, and Maui regards her for a shortmoment before he nods back and turns his attention towards the next approachingwave.

“Lesson three!” he says, and picks the halyard backup. “When you’re going over a wave, open the sail all the way. If you time itcorrectly, the wind should be just enough to carry you over the wave itself” he says, and waits until the hull dips under the water as the wave beginsto carry the small vessel up to the top of the wave to open up the sail. Thewind picks up immediately, and he’s right, because when Moana looks downtowards the water the canoe looks like it’s just gliding to the other side ofthe wave.

Huh. It doesn’t feel like they’re moving at all.

The canoe lands on the other side of the canoe witha rough splash, and Moana almost wants to laugh when she almost gets splashedin the face on the impact.

Sure, it’s hard not to be scared of the ocean whenthe waves are as tall as mountains and it teams up with rain pelting as hard asglass shards, but it’s also easy to forget that this is still her ocean.It’s the same ocean she dances with in the mornings, the same ocean that messeswith her hair, the same ocean that keeps her people safe when they voyage fromisland to island.

It’s just…different, is all.

It’s dangerous.

It’s adventurous.

It’s exciting.

Moana grins, and when Maui turns back to check onher and sees her grin he responds with one of his own. He gestures with hishead towards the next approaching wave, and holds out the halyard to her.

“You wanna try the next one?” he asks. “Be my guest”he says, and grins when she takes the halyard back from him without hesitation.The two of them swap places, Moana staring out at the waves and Maui standingprotectively behind her.

“Remember the steps, Curly” he informs her as thewave approaches the small boat, and she nods in response.

Step One: Never let the storm knowyou’re afraid of it. Stand tall. Let it know whose boss.

Moana’s grin widens as she straightens hershoulders, stands up tall, and doesn’t even blink as the spray of the wavelooming over her begins hitting her in the face.

Step Two: Keep checking the currents.

Wrapping the halyard tightly around her wrist toprevent herself from losing control of the sail, Moana swiftly drops down toone knee in a perfect mirror to the motion Maui had showed her. The current’swarm, just a bit too warm for it to mean that there’s land nearby, and shegrins as she stands and flicks the excess water back towards Maui as she shakesher hand off.

Step Three: Wait for the perfect moment,and then open the sail all the way to let the wind carry you over the wave.

Moana waits for the wave to come to them, and whenthe hull of the boat dips under the water she uses a trick she’d learned notfrom Maui, but from watching her ancestors’ canoes sail by to open the sail.With one quick flick of her wrist the sail flies all the way open, and thecanoe lurches up and over the wave at an even faster pace than it had over thewave Maui had guided them over. When the canoe begins to fly down over to theother side of the wave, Moana abandons the halyard to pump both of her fists inthe air. She cheers excitedly, and though it’s quiet and almost inaudibleover the whistling wind Moana thinks she can hear Maui chuckling at herenthusiasm.

When the boat crashes back down onto the other side,she turns around to face Maui, and without giving him the chance to sayanything she leaps up and throws her arms around his neck in an excited hug.

“Thank you!” she says, genuinely, and holds him abit tighter. “Thank you thank you!” she repeats, because she’s not sure she’llever be able to say it enough. Because now that she knows how to navigatethrough storms she can travel anywhere she wants, whenever she wants, and nothingcan stand in her way. Not the Kakamora, not any beasts in Lalotai, and noteven ocean waves taller than Te Fiti herself. And it’s all thanks to him.

He’s laughing as he hugs her back, and holds herjust a little closer to his chest. “Any time, Chosen One” he says, and he’sgrinning as he places her back down on the deck. “Just pick a storm and I’ll bethere”

#moana #paper scraps #team bun buddies #ngl I'm not sure where I was going with this originally but it's not where it ended up taking me #I sat down and opened google docs with one thought in mind and then the story practically wrote itself after the first sentence #¯\_(ツ)_/¯#hey seren I finally cracked and wrote this at 4am #edited it and everything too #;))

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