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pinewoodpipit · 11 months

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bloodwritten silver fic - Midpoint Meta (Chapter 5)

Chapter 5 is out, so it's time for another meta post!

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Other meta posts for this AU

Fic beginning meta

Fic end meta

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General thoughts and fic notes

Venshire

Venshire was named after Venice. Venice is huge in Valorant lore and on top of that, the Range is on Venice, and since Reyna treats the entire guild in Venshire a bit like a constant training session, I wanted to play with that idea. “Shire” just seemed to fit the mood and time period of the fic, so I landed on Venshire as a final name.

As I’ve mentioned before, I picture Venshire as something similar to Resident Evil Village or a Soulsborne kind of vibe. RE8 especially looks very similar to what I picture for this AU, particularly since there’s even a manor in Venshire’s valley (albeit it’s largely abandoned now the werewolf coven is dead).

Hazal

I’ve done some reference work for Fade here. Her outfit design is discussed later on in the “clothing” section of these notes, but I’ll show some her body references here. For the final meta post when the fic is completed, maybe I'll draw references for both Fade and Neon's outfits, but for now we've just got a body au and some discussion!

Werewolves in this AU are huge wolves which mostly resemble real-world wolves in terms of general anatomy, but their hips and hind legs are designed in a way which legs them stand up. Their forelimbs are also much closer to human arms than wolf forelegs, with lower elbows and fingered hand-paws. I drew these out in my initial pen sketches of this au (which can be found here) but I wanted to show them off in a proper reference.

I like the idea that werewolves have unique markings (similar to birthmarks) - Fade’s nose bridge marking and her “eyeshadow” are one of those, which is why they’re both permanent and visible on both her human and wolf body. That said, the cat paw marking in her canon design is actually a set of four large claw marks running across her shoulder, which we will learn the history of later in the fic. (This detail was inspired by a friend of mine, @/unidooty on Twitter! They helped inspire a bunch of Fade’s look in this fic, which I expand on in the clothing section of these notes.)

Her henna and criss-cross gloves in canon are actually her scars from the trap in chapter 1 of this fic. They will never go away since they were made with silver. This wound will also, unfortunately, cause her chronic pain for the rest of her life.

I have a chronic pain illness which I deal with, which is the inspiration behind a specific AU which I plan on writing in the future, but I do like the headcanon of Fade experiencing chronic pain. Her fatigue, insomnia, and general apparent high pain tolerance all seem like they suit someone who would deal with something like this, and so I find it a comforting headcanon which means a lot to me, and I will include it in my AUs where I can.

(Another character I enjoy in media to have a chronic pain headcanon is Kai’sa from League of Legends. I have a very long fic featuring her, my mozzfic, but chronic pain wasn’t mentioned there. I’d love to write a fic about her someday which does go over this, and in fact I do have a little story idea in mind for her.)

Clothing

The valley around Venshire is bitterly cold, especially in winter, when this fic is set. As such, most people wear very thick, layered clothing, often with lots of fur. The best comparison I can give is these sorts of outfits from Game of Thrones.

Hazal is an outlier specifically. She’s a werewolf, and they kind of come with a bit of their own heat source, so they can get away with lighter clothing. Her normal outfits will include a thick fur coat, mostly as a disguise but also a little bit as a shelter from the cold, and beneath that she’ll usually wear thinner blouses and baggy trousers. Uni, my friend I mentioned earlier, suggested Ottoman-styled outfits for her beneath her cloak, which I agree she would like in this AU! When she’s transforming, most of her regular-use clothes are enchanted to shift with her and disappear until she returns to her human body, but when she doesn’t have any enchanted clothing on hand (as her supply is limited), she’ll stick to a very large pair of pants which she’ll leave unbuckled and then belt tightly around her waist when she’s in her human form - this is because her wolf form is so much larger than her human body, and so she’s doing her best to make do with a huge clothes size difference. This method leaves her titties out when she isn’t wearing her enchanted clothes, but it’s better than nothing. This was another suggestion from Uni - their help has really helped me solidify exactly what Fade has going on appearance-wise and I appreciate their help a ton!

The beast hunter guild, on the other hand, has a uniform similar to the Bloodborne hunter’s outfit, but with a thick fur cloak over the top to protect them against the vicious cold. Tala and co wear this while on hunts, but when they’re simply training or patrolling, they’ll often wear much simpler clothing. Hazal didn’t see Tala in this outfit until chapter 5, and it’s why she suddenly found it so attractive.

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Playlist (expanded)

These are songs which I added to the playlist after I started writing, but I still think they fit.

Exit Music (For A Film) - Radiohead

Climbing Up the Walls - Radiohead

Street Spirit (Fade Out) - Radiohead

Sound the Bugle - Bryan Adams (Spirit soundtrack)

A Forest - The Cure

Soldier Side - System of a Down

The Wolf - SIAMES

Mr. Fear - SIAMES

Boulevard of Broken Dreams - Green Day

Wake Me Up When September Ends- Green Day

labour - Paris Paloma

Hayloft II - Mother Mother

Paint It, Black - The Rolling Stones

God’s Whisper - Raury

Repeat Until Death - Novo Armor

From Eden - Hozier

Yeah, quite a few of these are Radiohead. Their music really does fit Fade extremely well. These particularly, along with the other new songs listed here, fit this AU very well in my mind. It has a lot of themes of grief, existentialism and general… unhealthy coping mechanisms and responses to grief, on everyone’s parts.

#pipit writes #bloodwritten silver #fanfic #fic meta #werewolf au #fadeshock #own post

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mageofarcane · 2 years

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sorry for scaring you LMAO im glad you liked them tho!! :D i have a million headcanons but im too scared start a proper blog so they just sit and collect dust </3 its def less scary to share on anon so maybe ill try to upgrade to named anon someday if that doesnt bother you :'D anyway since you asked here are more random headcanons!! <3

i havent slept in forever so they might be rly messy sorry in advance

tenma tsukasa ☆

tsukasa has to wake up extra early everyday bc he has an extensive skincare routine

one time he tried dancing in the shower and almost fell so he now he thinks abt the dance while singing

sometimes tsukasa would try to use some random cheesy line he found on you but get flustered mid sentence and fail (it would take weeks for him to tell you what it was lmao)

he usually sleeps like a starfish but sometimes curls into a ball

he loves holding you and rambling abt musicals and shows hes watched recently (he makes mental notes on what you like and always gives the best recommendations <3)

when he was little, he claimed the loft as his room bc he thought it was cool

now that hes older he wishes he had four walls (esp with his family complaining abt how loud he can be bc the loft def projects his voice lmao), but he still thinks its cool

tsukasa loves sharing food with you!! when you order at a restaurant, he likes putting both of your dishes in the middle to share with eachother (idk if this is normal outside of where im from lmao sorry)

he always makes sure to have smth you like in his bento and he loves seeing you smile when he gives it to you!!

he loves your smile in general! it always brings a smile to his face too, and it makes everything feel worth it to him <3

kamishiro rui ◇

im sorry but rui would 100% draw on your face if you fell asleep somewhere random </3 he wouldnt use a permanent marker tho!! hes not that mean

he would still try his best to save your neck by waking you up or carrying you to bed tho

rui is rly rly rly warm and will give the literal best hugs omg i want rui hug ):

he sleeps on his side and somrtimes hugs his pillow

if he doesnt set multiple alarms he WILL sleep in

if you cant sleep he would hold you and ramble, hum, or sing for you depending on what you prefer

ruis rly good at reading ppls expressions and body language, and will use it to his advantage when needed (this made him rly good at noticing how youre feeling and he always reacts accordingly)

he loves when you hang around his workshop!! it doesnt matter what youre doing, he just finds it rly endearing that you chose to stay with him!! <3

he has reading glasses bc he used to hide under the covers and read with a flashlight when he was little

he loves making trinkets for you bc he adores the smile on your face when he gives it to you <3

when hes not trolling on minecraft, he can make rly pretty builds that go along with his redstone contraptions

rui and nene used to text using discord before meeting the rest of wxs

he enjoys doing chores with you! he wouldnt admit it, but doing mundane yet domestic tasks with you makes him feel warm and giddy lmao hes literally smitten <3

I've never been so happy to wake up and see an even longer wall of text than the previous night. You're always more than welcome to send me your headcanons whenever you'd like and if you have a name or emoji or anything you want to be referred to as lmk :) I hope you don't mind me commenting to your headcanons and adding on to them.

The Tsukasa ones are so good. I've never really thought much about how he got his loft bedroom until seeing this and I love this headcanon. Like, I've thought it was weird how a teenager could deal with a open bedroom like his, but with Tsukasa I pretty much thought that he just doesn't like the closed in feeling of an actually bedroom and feels more comfortable with a more open and bright room.

Thought it's not a very common thing in U.S., at least as far as I have ever seen, I adore the idea of Tsukasa (and Rui) sharing his food with his s/o. I've thought for a while that he would often make an extra bento to give you. Doesn't matter the occasion, he is often spontaneous with his actions and just likes to make things for you to enjoy.

Rui doesn't seem to be very strong but I like to think he has some good arm strength from moving around is robots, so I'm sure he could pick some up for a short time. If he hasn't seen you in a few days or so, the moment he sees you he'd pick you up and spin you around, playing around and acting like he seen you in months. He would get very clingy when tired and doesn't want to let go of his s/o when it's time to get up. He's pretty quick to fall asleep but does his best to help lull you to sleep if you can't sleep. I love his voice so much and it's so soft so it would be very comforting to have him hum or sing you to sleep.

Lot of hangouts between him and his s/o being spent in his workroom with him working on whatever and you doing your own thing but knowing you're there with him makes him so happy. I like the idea of him only actually liking to clean and do chores if you're there with him.

He does love to make you trinkets. Maybe he'd get into wire art or something like that and would make you some intricate flowers and even necklaces or other jewelry with stones or gems inside them that hold a special meaning.

I bet the whole group has a discord together and it being fun chaos, full of the most random memes, show ideas, play bickering, and changing each others names to funny or random things,

Rui with glasses is way too adorable

#headcanons #project sekai #rui kamishiro headcanons #tsukasa tenma headcanons

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factual-fantasy · 4 years

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20 MORE asks?? :DD Thanks you guys!!

Bash Buggy would put the entire popsicle in his mouth, bite down and try to pull the popsicle stick out. Usually it works and he would start freaking out because its too cold, he would then try to chew it really fast and swallow it. Just resulting in his mouth being even colder.

He does this every single time despite it usually being an unpleasant experience.

Same here. I was hesitant to draw it at first but eventually gave in. I’m so glad I did XD.

Well, its going better than last time at least. Although people have stopped voting..

Two characters have made it to 5 votes, and most others stand at 3 or 4 votes. I think those are as many votes I’m going to get unfortunately so I’m just going to have to work with what I have.. votes are still open though! :}

Thank you very much!! ♡♡♡ I’m a little better today.

I am self taught, and have been drawing for as long as I can remember. Some of my oldest memories are drawing related. So about 10+ years or so? I know, its a little embarrassing that I’ve only come so far in 10 years. Although I suppose for most of those years I was very young and didn’t know what I was doing sooo...

Anyway, I got some helpful tips from a very talented relative and went to a class that taught me stuff I had already taught myself, but that’s about it. Everything else was stuff I learned myself. :}

No I haven’t heard of him, but now I have and I’m addicted XD

I have 17 Decepticon OCs so far and 1 Autobot that have yet to be drawn.

I haven’t drawn any of the Cons character reference sheets yet, but I hope to someday. The closest I got to drawing a proper picture of one of them was this drawing with Big Blue.

(Big Blue looks like this in alt mode btw 👇)

*You throw a doughnut into the puddle*

*The doughnut disappeared*

*You throw the love into the puddle*

*The love disappeared*

*You hear a pleased hum from the puddle*

You mean these guys? Man.. its been a hot minute since I’ve thought about them.

Well, hmm.. I’m not sure what I can talk about.. Maybe I can refresh you on the general story?

Okay so, the two kids Nokah and Aneal lived on a little island together with their mom and dad. Sometime when they were very little, their mom passed away from some kind of illness. Later on, their dad was killed in a raid where slave traders came in and took all the villagers they could and killed those that stood in their way. Their dad being one of them.

They stuck together thankfully and were brought from place to place until they were eventually sold and were on a ship that was going to take them to their new owners.

While they were sailing, a pirate ship showed up and began to raid the slave ship.

Captain Arthur, the red parrot guy, found these two kids below deck and rescued them. The kids were fed, cleaned and clothed. After they settled, they told the prates their story. The pirates discussed the situation and decided that they cant just keep the kids, they have to bring them to their own kind where they can have a long and prosperous life. Because the life of a pirate is no life for a child.

So off they go, to an island pretty darn far away to take these kids to an orphanage that is populated with with species similar to theirs.

By the time they got there, the kids and the crew got attached to each other. But Arthur pushed on, wanted to do what was best for the children. This part of the story is foggy, but something broke the camels back for Arthur. He couldn’t bare to part with the kids for one reason or another and brought them back to his ship, officially making them pirates and valued crew members.

There’s more to the other characters that I have built.. Like how Arthurs ship belonged to his mother and he grew up on it. Him moms ship is one of 3 very beautiful and rare ships that were way past their time when it came to architecture and technology.

After his mother died, his ship was stolen and sold away to some hawk guy or something. Solomon, the blue parrot, was one of his employees and was put in charge of the ship. Arthur started working for the hawk guy and was eventually promoted to one of the cleaning crew guys who was supposed to clean his moms ship. No one knew the ship rightfully belonged to Arthur.

He gained Solomon's trust and kissed the ground he walked on to make him let his guard down. Solomon wasn’t supposed to leave the ship under anyone else’s watch, but he did. He was lazy and told Arthur to watch the ship for that night. Arthur could be trusted with the ship couldn’t he? Of course he can be trusted. What’s the worst that could happen?

The next day Arthur and his mothers ship were gone without a trace. Solomon’s reputation was ruined and he got a real harsh talking to about how stupid it was of him to let the ship fall in someone else’s hands.

Don’t feel bad for Solomon, he’s a really nasty and narcissistic character, he deserved that. Anyway, Arthur got away with his mother’s ship finally and chose to become a pirate to protect it. He slowly built a crew of people that he considered family and has been sailing the world ever since.

Him and his crew are always on the move, his ship is very desired so its raided very often. And Arthur is pretty sure that Solomon is still out there somewhere.. looking for him. So because of these factors, Arthur ever doesn’t leave his ship. Despite how bad that is physically and mentally for a bird.

His crew will go to an uninhabited island and just take a break for a few days on the beach. But Arthur?.. I mean, he might fly around for a bit or go for a walk on the sand, but ultimately he’ll just stay on deck where he can monitor his ship.

There’s other things too, like how Solomon catches up to them with a small fleet of ships and stuff like that.. buuuut I feel like I’m rambling a bit too much..

I’m very glad you remembered my OCs and were interested enough to ask about them. Feel free to ask any more questions about them if there’s anything else you want to know! ♡മ◡മ♡

Hug??

Also thank you, I’m very glad you love it! (♡´౪`♡)

Thank you! :} My top favorite cartoon shows, 1 being top and 5 being bottom are..

Gravity Falls

Transformers Prime

Spongebob

Octonauts

Beetle Baily

Don’t judge, I know they’re all mostly kids shows... I would’ve added The Three Stooges in Transformers Prime’s place, but that’s not a cartoon..

ALL OF THE THANK YOU’S!!!

I’m so flattered that you think I’m a wonderful artist! I really do try to make things look nice, and I’m glad you see that. :}

When it comes to dedication, I surprised myself with how long I’ve stuck with these characters so far, usually I’d loose passion by now. :o Same with the designs too! I have no idea how I was able to make them. But I’m glad you like them none the less. ,,●ᴗ●,,

When it comes to patience? I guess I just.. I don’t know, XD Normally I don’t have much of it. I guess the real life connection I have to the real cars helps out my patience when it comes to drawing them..? None the less, I’m glad that you noticed!

I know drawing machinery and drawing it consistently can be very hard. I suppose you just need to have a reference on hand and try your best to mimic it.

And yeah, clearly I am very sensitive, but don’t worry about your comment! I took it as a compliment. :} Other people seem to think that I’m a kind and sensible person who deserves happiness, so it must be true! X3

Anyway, thank you for all the lovely compliments and the good luck wish with my job, I’m probably going to need it. I appreciate all that you’ve said and am very flattered! ♡ඩᴗඩ♡

I have heard of the movie and how great it is, but I have not seen it yet. :/ I plan to though! It looks very pretty. :}

Well, a long time ago sometime after the show had been completed, I stumbled into the fandom. I ended up really liking Ford as a character to the point I was convinced to watch the show. And of course, I got addicted XD

When it comes to my favorite episodes? Hmm.. I really like Carpet Diem, and Headhunters. Although I’m sure there are more that I like. :}

Thank you. Honestly my first day was 100% fine, I just got emotional for no reason afterwards and cried a lot. I blame the 2 hours of sleep.

When it comes to my very first OC? It would be impossible to tell.. I have been drawing for a very long time and my memory simply doesn’t go back that far.

So.. I cant show you my first one for sure.. however.. quite a while back, I redrew some really old OCs I found. So these guys are SUPER old. I can show you them at least. :}

Yikes, I had no idea what I was doing back then did I?

When it comes to most attached to, that is always changing so I cant say for sure.

I actually am small enough that I can probably fit in a regular refrigerator freezer, but thank you for offering a different sized one. :}

Also, if the contents of my head are liquid now, wouldn’t making me cold or freezing me be bad?

I have only watched Transformers: Prime and the Bayverse movies. I haven't finished Transformers: Prime yet though, I keep forgetting to..

I considered watching other adaptions once I was finished with Prime, but none of the art styles quite appeal to me..

*You place the bucket and mop on the floor beside the puddle*

*The puddle moves away from the bucket and mop*

*You hear a muffled “I’m good, thanks.” beneath the puddle.*

(Referring to an older ask)

Also thank you, I’m very glad I finally got one. :}

#my response #transformer ocs #my ocs

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the-awkward-outlaw · 4 years

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Hello! Could i request a drabble where orphan!reader gets picked up by the gang only after a few months Arthur does? He's like highkey jealous of the new golden child until she's in a bad situation to get hurt and he instantly goes protective, kinda ends up realizing she's part of his family too along the way. Also i send many praises your way ~ you're so talented and thank you for doing these requests!!

This one turned out greatly different from what I planned, but that’s one of the joys of being a writer. You don’t always know what’s going to happen either. I’ve also never written a young Arthur, so this was a new experience. Anyways, enjoy! There’s blood, violence, poor Spanish (on my part), and it’s topped with a big serving of fluff at the end.

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Arthur leans against the fence, glaring across the paddock at you. You’ve been a thorn in his side ever since you showed up four months ago. He used to think John was bad enough, but you… you’re worse.

Dutch and Hosea brought you in, covered in dirt and thin as a bone, but your pockets laden with stolen trinkets. You’d foolishly tried to rob Dutch himself, hoping to find something you could sell in order to get the day’s meal. Never before had you been caught stealing, but it was hard to fool a pro like Dutch. He instantly knew what you were up to, but he and Hosea saw your potential when they unloaded your pockets and saw all your ill-gotten gains.

Over the next few months, Dutch and Hosea both taught you to read, Grimshaw taught you how to clean and Arthur was told to teach you how to use a gun, though he hated it. He couldn’t believe someone as old as you (though you were a few years younger than him and he was nearly twenty) could barely do anything. He’d heard the story that your parents died when you were very young, taken by yellow fever. After their deaths, you were sent to an orphanage but it was so overcrowded, filthy and miserable you ran away and lived on the streets where you were more likely to scrounge up a meal. Still, Arthur didn’t care for you.

Hosea and Dutch boasted about you as you were eager to learn. You picked up reading and writing extremely fast and Grimshaw had no problem teaching you how to do the domestic work around camp. You liked doing them even, as they kept your hands busy (even though the work itself was dull). Arthur felt smug when you struggled to learn how to shoot a gun or skin an animal, ignoring the remarks by Hosea that he was more likely to blame for being a poor instructor. It was no secret Arthur was jealous.

But how could he not be? For years, it had been just him, Dutch and Hosea. They were the perfect trio and the two men were more like a family to him than he’d ever known before. When Grimshaw entered the picture, it didn’t change things much. In fact she was a bonus as she taught Arthur how to repair his clothes. But when John Marston came, that was when things turned. Dutch and Hosea rescued him when he was only 12 and standing on the gallows, a rope around his neck.

John became the golden boy after that and Arthur felt he was pushed to the side. He tried time and again to gain his status back, to be the favorite boy. He just wanted the same attention he used to get instead of having most of the work thrown on his back. Sure, John learned the proper ways of being an outlaw, but Dutch and Hosea doted on him. Things went on this way for nearly four years and then you entered the picture.

There’s been a lot of resentment Arthur holds towards you. Since he was a few years older and definitely looked like an adult, he was intimidating. Not only that, but he’s been running with the gang for most of his life. You, well, the easiest way to put it were a nobody. Just some orphan girl who could barely pick up a knife before you came here. And now here you are, raking in all the glory while he does all the work.

He sighs, his eyes boring into you. You’ve been wise to avoid him the past couple of days, ever since the robbery. Hosea had taken you into town, targeting a rather rich man who would be easy to rob provided he had something to distract him. Hosea had gotten you to pretend to be his daughter and to have a fit. You’d played the part brilliantly and the man was too easy to rob, and the take was excellent. Arthur was supposed to go with him on that job, but he’d been out with Mary so Hosea took you instead.

Arthur’s mood dips even further when he thinks about Mary. They’d had another big fight and he wasn’t too sure she’d contact him again this time. He loves her, but he isn’t too sure that feeling is reciprocated. A few weeks ago, they’d been out together and some man tried to pick a fight with Arthur. That was the first time Mary saw his outlaw side and it scared her how quickly Arthur drew out his gun and he hadn’t even flinched when he pulled the trigger. They’ve been fighting ever since. Part of him regrets giving her that ring last time he saw her. He felt he was making a commitment to her, but she might not be willing to do the same. He’s started to see how easily she plays him.

A loud giggle draws him out of his mind again and he looks back up at you and Hosea. He doesn’t want to be here anymore, at this old house the gang has been occupying for the last few months. He goes over to his horse, his mind set on taking a ride and being gone for a few days. Maybe that’ll help him clear his head and he can get away from you. Just as he’s about to mount up, Hosea walks over with you in tow.

“Arthur, where you going?”

“Just… around. Be back in a few days.”

“Well, take Y/N with you.”

“Why?” Arthur shoots back.

You lower your head. You know he’s not fond of you.

“Because she needs to learn how to survive out there. Teach her how to set up a campfire, go fishing, hunting. She needs the experience.”

“Why can’t you or Dutch take her?”

“Arthur, she’s your family too, whether you like it or not. Besides, me and Dutch might have something cooking up. Just take her and don’t get her lost!”

Arthur groans but relents. Despite his annoyance, you flash a big grin at him and grab your horse. He doesn’t wait for you to get settled into the saddle before he’s running. Nothing has ever felt like a bigger weight than dragging you along.

For the next few hours, he leads you on down south towards the San Luis River. He hopes you won’t complain about the heat, the bugs or the snakes. You don’t though. You try to pick up a conversation with him a few times, but when he doesn’t take, you settle for gazing at the surroundings. The sky is so beautiful down here, feeling somehow closer.

Over the next several hours, Arthur continues further south and west, down below Tumbleweed even. You’ve never been this far out west, but you like it. The land is incredible, growing in strange, hot formations. The water from the distant river has a richer color than it does back east.

Several times, Arthur tries to lose you. He just wants some peace and quiet, some room and space to think. Besides, if he really wanted to talk with someone, you’d be the last person he’d pick. Unfortunately, you stick to him as efficiently as a determined fly. He just can’t shake you off.

By the end of the night, Arthur is more than irritated with you. He shows you how to pitch a tent and make a fire, but he grumbles the entire way through it and he doesn’t do a very thorough job. You feel you’ve learned nothing, but you know his patience is short enough as it is without you acting stupid, so you pretend to know what you’re doing. You lie down in your bedroll, your head sticking out enough so you can still see the stars.

Arthur, lying in his own tent, continues to glare at you. You’re still young enough to retain your naivety towards the world, and part of him despises you for it. He’s started to see how ugly it all is, how ugly his way of life is. At least he can hold onto the smug thought that someday, in a couple of years or maybe even sooner, you’ll see it too.

Halfway through the night, Arthur’s startled awake. He’s always been a light sleeper, and he’s even more so when sleeping out in the wilderness like this. You’d snored particularly hard and that was why he’d woken. He sighs heavily when you give another loud snore. Why did he get saddled with you?

A horrible thought comes to him. What if he just ditched you? Hell, a couple of days on your own out here would do you some good. He’d come back for you of course, he’s not stupid enough to return to the gang without you. Hosea and Dutch would be furious. He won’t set that kind of example for the 12 year old John neither. After thinking on it for a while, he quietly collapses his tent and gets on his horse, riding away into the night.

He doesn’t go far, of course. He’s not so cruel to leave you completely unattended, but he’s rather interested to see how you’ll handle yourself. Besides, it’ll distract him from Mary and maybe he’ll even get a good laugh.

He settles himself far enough away that the only way to keep an eye on you is through his binoculars. You surely won’t be able to see him. He sets up his own tiny camp and sleeps a while longer.

Hours pass and the sun rises, forcing you to wake. After rubbing your eyes, you look around to find Arthur’s things gone. The sight causes you to leap out of your tent. Did he abandon you? No, you think. Arthur may dislike you, but you refuse to think him cruel enough to do that. The only conclusion you can think of is that someone took him. However, after inspecting where his tent had been, you see no signs of another person or even an animal around. Everything you can see points to the fact that, at some point, he’d just gotten up and left.

You sit down near the hot coals of what’s left of last night’s fire, place your elbows on your crossed legs and plop your chin on your hands. You’ve been trying so hard to stay out of Arthur’s way, to not give him a reason to hate you. It’s not your fault that Hosea and Dutch dote on you so much. Personally, sometimes it makes you a bit nervous, like they’re setting you up for when you finally mess up. But did Arthur really hate you enough to just leave you like this? Will he tell Dutch and Hosea that you drowned or ran off or something, give them some kind of excuse behind your absence? Probably.

The thought of what lie Arthur might come up with sparks an anger you’ve never felt before. Dutch and Hosea took you in, offered to give you a new life with meaning to it. You’re not some orphaned kid living in the street like a rat anymore. You’re an outlaw, and outlaws are brave. You won’t give Arthur the satisfaction of knowing he bested you. Somehow, someway, you’ll find your way back to the gang’s hideout. You smile when you think of the shocked expression on Arthur’s face when you show up.

After eating a tin of peaches, you clumsily pack up your tent and stuff it into your saddlebags, ignoring that a large section dangles out (you tried stuffing it in but it just wouldn’t fit). You kick dirt onto the coals, sufficiently dousing them and then you mount up, determined to head back home. Unfortunately (and under the watchful eyes of Arthur), you start heading east, but you’re not going far enough north.

Arthur doesn’t stop you though. He follows you, constantly checking on your progress and chuckling to himself when you continue the wrong way. He’s provided another good laugh when you pull out the bow Dutch had bought you a few weeks back, but you’ve never used before. It’s clear you’ve never shot a bow before, Arthur watches you struggle to notch an arrow and then try shooting it at a grazing pronghorn. The arrow flies forward about five feet before it lands on the ground. The tip doesn’t even get buried in the sand.

Several more times you try to shoot the arrow, but with little progress. You shoot on and on until the muscles in your arms and ribs throb painfully. Arthur only left you with a few cans of food and a bit of dried beef. Certainly not enough to allow you to survive a few days on your own. But you’ll manage. One of the benefits of being an orphan on the street was you learned how to go a day or two without food. It’s not fun, but you can do it.

A few more hours pass and you’re miserable. Your stomach is growling, but you refuse to eat any of your precious reserves. The sun beats down hard and unrelenting, burning your arms. You’re grateful for your tattered hat as your head and face are spared.

As the sun begins its slow descent in the sky, you come across a small lake. On the south end is an empty cabin. Perhaps you’ll have the good fortune of being able to stay there for the night. After setting up a good place to sleep in the cabin and unsaddling your horse, you take out your fishing pole. However, you don’t know the first thing about fishing and no one bothered to set it up before giving it to you. You know there’s some complicated knotting to it all, and that’s about it.

As the sky grows a bit darker and you’re given a break from the unforgiving heat, you scour the land for any kind of edible plants. The problem is you really don’t know what’s safe to eat, or if some plants must be boiled or cooked before they’re safe. It’s all new territory for you. After finally crumbling and eating some of the dried beef, you go to bed, your stomach still demanding more food.

Arthur chuckles to himself from the safety of his own camp, a rabbit cooking over the fire. You’re really out of your element here. Finally, there’s something he can boast about that you can’t do. Of course, he knows that if Dutch and Hosea ever find out, they’ll be furious, but Arthur’s sure you won’t ever tell them. Especially when he comes back to get you and you find out he was never far away. After eating, he lies down on his bedroll, his hands behind his head. He looks up at the stars, smiling a bit. Depending on how badly you do tomorrow, he’ll fetch you and bring you home.

Morning comes once again and Arthur sits up. After clearing his eyes, he pulls out his binoculars and easily finds the cabin you spent the night in. Your horse is still where you left it, but there’s no sign of movement from the cabin. Figuring you’re just tired and hungry, he waits for you to come out. However, when midday comes and he still hasn’t seen you, he grows worried. After packing up his things, he rides to the lake.

When he arrives, he pauses, listening, waiting. Still nothing. He puts his horse next to yours and inspects it. Your horse greets him with a soft whinny, but she’s clearly hungry in this tiny paddock with no food to browse on. Something’s wrong. You care about your horse more than anything, you’d never let her starve. He gives her a quick pat and then heads into the cabin, hoping you’re not sick or overly distraught.

When he opens the door, his stomach plummets. The cabin is strewn with signs of a struggle, furniture toppled over. A table lies on its side, one leg splintered off. The mess looks fresh, like it happened within the past few hours. The bed in the corner shows signs of having been slept in. It takes him only a second to realize that sometime during the night, someone or maybe even a few people came in and kidnapped you.

Arthur’s not a pro at tracking, especially people. That’s one of his weak spots, but he knows he has to do his best and find you.It’s not even the thought that Dutch and Hosea will kill him if he tells them, it’s that he never intended for you to get hurt during his little prank. He has to fix this.

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You’re tied up to a post in the middle of a paddock, the sun unforgivingly beating down on you. Your throat cracks with nearly every breath, desperate for water. Your skin screams for shade and sweat glides down your back beneath your shirt. During the last hour, your head has started to pound.

When you’d gotten to the cabin last night, you believed, based on the thick coating of dust on every surface, that it hadn’t been occupied in several months. However, shortly after you’d fallen asleep, three men broke into it and captured you. You tried giving them a hard fight, but as they were bigger than you (and there were more than you), it didn’t take them too much effort to subdue you.

When they managed to get you tied up and thrown over the back of one of their horses, they discussed a little. You couldn’t really understand them, as two of them spoke quickly in Spanish. The third, although being a white man, also spoke their language, though his was more broken as though he didn’t quite have a handle on it. After a few minutes, they mounted up and rode off, leaving all your things behind. As they cantered away, your hat fell from your head.

A few hours later, your gut heaving painfully from being thrown over the horse’s rear, the trio slowed down and you saw in the darkness a small house and a large barn with several paddocks outside of it. As the group approached the property, more men came out, speaking again in Spanish. A few of the white members traded some words in English and it became clear what they were going to do. They were going to try and sell you as you were still young and desirable to a great number of men.

Your blood pumped hard in your ears and you tried to break free or squirm out of your bonds, but they were too tight. One of the men grabbed you and you began thrashing and screaming, kicking him several times in the thighs and stomach.

“Este tiene una pelea en ella. Hagamos que tenga sed,” he said. The others chuckled and nodded their heads.

The man carried you into one of the smaller paddocks that had a large pole staked into the sun-baked earth. The ropes around your hands were cut just long enough that he and one of his companions could swing your arms behind you and tie them back together. It became quickly clear that the only way to free yourself was to try and attract the attention of anyone who was nearby, so you started to scream.

“Cállate!” one of the men yelled and held a knife to your throat as tears slid down your cheeks.

“No, déjala gritar,” said a particularly tall man. You gathered from his stance and his dusty clothes that he might very well be the leader of these men. “Se cansará, y no hay nadie aquí para escucharla.”

The man holding the knife to your throat backed off and they all went back into the house or the barn. You knew you only had a few hours until the sun rose, so your best bet at escaping was now while you still had the strength and energy. However, those hours slid by quickly, and you hadn’t gotten anywhere. You’d twisted your arms, rubbing your wrists raw, but the rope held tightly. You’d screamed, but just like the tall man had said (though you hadn’t understood him), you screamed yourself hoarse.

This is where you are now, trapped, being forced to await your inevitable fate. Not once have any of the men come out to check on you. Occasionally one will come out of the barn or the house and go to the other building, or step over to the wall of a small plateau to take a piss, but none of them ever interact or even seem to take notice of you. Sometimes you’ll hear one of them yell from the buildings, but other than that, all is quiet.

As the day wears on, you wonder what the hell they’re waiting for. If they intend to sell you, why don’t they just drag you away. You almost don’t care anymore, you just want to get out of this sun.

At one point, a vulture soars overhead and lands ominously on the roof of the barn, peering down at you with a liquid black eye. He stays there for a long time too, almost as though waiting to see if you’ll die. You know you won’t though. Not today anyways. Despite this horrendous torture, you’re not so dehydrated as to expire. If you’re in this same state in two days, it will be different, but you’re not there yet. One of the men shouts loudly inside the barn and the vulture takes flight.

Finally, gratefully, the sun dips down to the horizon. Your mind wanders back to Arthur and how he just left you. Even though you’ve every reason to, you don’t hate him. Sure, you’re angry and hurt that he just disappeared during the night, leaving you completely alone. You’d looked up to him during these past few weeks. Despite being only a few years older than you, he had so much more knowledge and he had such a cool, collected attitude that you admired. Not only that, but he was good looking, even though you know he’s involved with another girl. Still, as your burnt skin aches and your wrists crack with dried blood, you can’t hate him. Hell, you would’ve probably done the same thing were you in his shoes.

Stars flicker in the sky above as the horizon grows darker. As the air cools, you feel a slight surge in energy and you try to wriggle yourself free again. While you squirm, you realize if you angle your right hand in a flat shape and don’t clench your hand or wrist, you might be able to slip free. You do so and your hand begins to slide out. The rope catches at the widest part of your hand where your thumb grows out of your hand, but you angle it in such a way that the rope continues up and over. Finally, your arms fall loose. You’re free.

You fall onto your hands and knees for a moment. Your legs are exhausted from being forced into the crouched position for so long and your feet have gone numb. You give yourself one minute to recollect yourself, then you stand up and start walking to the fence farthest away from the barn.

Just as you’re climbing the fence, the barn door opens and you hear someone yell at you. As quickly as you can manage, you start running, but the whole group is aware now. They charge after you and two of them swing lassos around you. A shrill scream leaves your throat as you fall to the ground, the ropes tightening around your elbows, pinning them to your body.

“Ah, still have fight in you,” one of the men says in a thick accent. He chuckles beneath his thick mustache.

The tall leader glares down at you with a nasty smile. “Átala de nuevo, pero hazlo mejor. Asegúrate de que no pueda escapar esta vez.” The others nod and agree. The leader bends his knees to look you in the eyes. “Try to escape again, we will show you what we will sell you for.”

A sickening chuckle goes around the circle from all the men. You can do nothing but try and look angrily back at him, though you’re terrified. He smiles, puts a cigar in his throat, and beckons to the two men holding you with ropes.

Just as they bend to pick you up, a deafening bang echoes not far off and one of the men’s heads shoots out a thick stream of blood. He stumbles and falls, but just as the others are turning to look at the source of his death, another one falls, clutching his neck. You hear a horse thundering towards you, roaring as your captors return fire. You can’t see who it is through the tangles of legs between you and your rescuer, but a spark of hope flickers in your chest.

As more men topple, you get the urge to fight. You start kicking the men closest to you, knocking them down and making them easy targets. You smash your heel into the ankle of one of the men holding your ropes. He falls and you climb onto him, slamming your fist into his face over and over.

Just as the last of the men fall, you’re suddenly yanked from the man you’re beating. A thick arm goes around your neck and the barrel of a pistol gets shoved to your temple.

“Drop your gun!” the tall man says. “You want her dead?”

This is the first time you’ve been given the chance to look at your savior and your eyes land on Arthur. He looks angry and worried at the same time, his pistol pointed at the man.

“Let her go,” he tells the man, who just chuckles.

“I have the upper hand, chico. I make the rules. You want her alive? Drop your gun!”

Arthur complies and throws down his gun. The man’s finger fiddles a bit with the trigger and he laughs again.

“Good. I’ll give it to you, hijo. You can shoot real well. If it wasn’t my men dead, I’d invite you to my gang.”

“And what gang is that?” he snarls.

“Del Lobos, chico. I know you’ve heard of us.”

Of course, the Del Lobos. The gang made of Mexicans and Californians looking to seize power after they themselves were stripped of their own. Honestly you’re surprised it’s taken you this long to run into them. Seems that most people who live south of Blackwater have dealt with them. Arthur’s eyes betray that he’s certainly heard of them.

“Just let her go, buddy. She ain’t done nothin’ to you.”

“Why she so important?” the tall man demands.

“Because… she’s my family. I just want to bring her home.”

The tall man makes a mocking, simpering sound and then laughs again. “So sweet. Familia. Greatest strength there is, and yet the greatest weapon. But… I don’t want to let her go. She’s… how you say… valiosa. People pay lots of money.”

Arthur’s eyes narrow. You know he won’t have any chance to save you if you just stand here and let yourself be a damsel in distress. Before Arthur has the chance to respond, you pick up your foot and slam it against the man’s shin. His hold on you loosens and his gun points up in the air as he cries out in surprise and pain.

“Maldita sea!” he yells and Arthur takes the distraction, pulling out a knife and throwing it. His aim is true and the knife plunges into the man’s eye, throwing his head back as you duck and break out of his grip.

When the man falls, gurgling as he dies, you look at Arthur, breathing heavily. He picks up his pistol and holsters it. Then, with a guilty expression, he looks at you.

“Are… are you okay?”

“Yeah, no thanks to you I might add.”

He swallows. “I’m sorry. I didn’t really leave. I had my eye on you the whole time. Well, most of the time anyways. Thought.... Thought it might be interestin’ to see how you faired on your own.”

“So me getting kidnapped, beaten and threatened to be sold was interesting to you, was it?” you snarl, your anger picking up.

“No, it wasn’t. I didn’t think this would happen. Here.” From his satchel he pulls out a waterskin, handing it to you. You snatch it from him and drink greedily. While you’re drinking, he goes over to the man’s corpse and pulls out his knife, wiping it clean on the man’s clothes.

Once you’ve had your fill of water, you hand Arthur his waterskin back and look around. By his horse you see yours not far behind. “Thanks for… for getting her. Saves me the trouble of having to track her down.”

Arthur just grunts in response. “Well come on. Think we’ve had enough of an adventure.”

The two of you mount up and begin riding off. As you leave the property of dead men behind, Arthur turns to you.

“You aren’t going to tell Dutch and Hosea about this, are you?”

How dare he ask you this? You nearly died back there, and if you hadn’t been killed and if Arthur hadn’t showed up, you’d have lost your freedom.

Arthur looks at you with a sad expression. “I’m really sorry about all this. I… I don’t know why I thought leaving you alone out here was a good idea. Guess… with the way Dutch and Hosea talk about ya, it’s like you can’t do nothing wrong. Maybe I just wanted to prove I was better at somethin’ than you.”

“Better at something?” you say. “Arthur, I’ve been idolizing just about everything you do for weeks now! I can barely hold a gun while you just shot like eight guys on your own back there. You can do a million things I can’t, and even the stuff I can do, you can do better.”

He sighs and looks ahead. “Don’t seem that way with how they talk about ya.”

“Arthur, I don’t want to be the golden child in the gang, I really don’t. But I can’t control how they act over me. But… I won’t tell them about this.”

He visibly relaxes and thanks you.

“But can I ask,” you say, “why did you go to all this trouble to save me? It would’ve been easy enough to go home and tell the others that I’d just run off or something like that.”

He sighs. “Because that wouldn’t be right. I… I couldn’t let you be killed by those men if I knew I could do something about it. I already have enough sins to carry, I don’t need to add your death to that list. Besides, you’re… you’re my family, miss. You, Dutch, Hosea, Susan… John. You’re my family. Sure, we ain’t always gonna get along, but no family does. Besides, I’d rather have you part of it than not.”

You smile at him, your heart flooding with warmth and affection. That was the first time you felt something for him that was more than just admiration or idolization.

You sit now on the bed, Arthur sleeping next to you. You’ve been dating him for a few months now, but it’s hard to think that you’ve known the outlaw for nearly twenty years. They haven’t been easy either, secretly being in love with him and watching him prance after Mary, finding out about Eliza and his son Isaac and then their deaths.

Arthur’s grown remarkably since you were captured by the Del Lobos, and not just physically. He developed an extremely strong sense of loyalty towards Dutch, Hosea, you and even John, though he was badly hurt when John disappeared for a year after Jack was born. The gang’s grown remarkably since too, adding over a dozen more people.

Arthur stirs awake beside you, rolling over to expose his strong chest. You smile when he looks up at you and sighs sleepily.

“What you doin’?” he groans.

“Just writing,” you say, closing your journal. Another habit you picked up from him. He puts his hand on your back and you lay down, plopping your head onto his chest after kissing his neck. He sighs again, his arm settling over you.

“What you writin’ about?”

“Nothing much. But you remember that first camping trip we took?”

Arthur groans and chuckles a bit. “Oh God. That was awful. I don’t know why you liked me so much. I was the biggest ass.”

“Maybe. But I thought you were cool. And maybe I kinda wanted to be like you.”

“At least you were nice enough never to tell Dutch and Hosea.”

You chuckle and slide your hand over his, which is resting on his stomach. You place a soft kiss over his heart and settle down to get some sleep.

“Do you have to do this job in Blackwater tomorrow?” you ask.

“Darlin’, I told ya. Hosea and I ain’t doin’ the ferry job. We’re just goin’ to town, gonna try workin’ on that real estate scam and keep an eye on things while Dutch and the others work on the boat.”

“Mmm, good. Somethin’ doesn’t feel right about this job,” you say. “Just… promise me you’ll come home safe?”

You look up at him. He can’t help but melt at your large eyes. He kisses your forehead. “I promise, sweetheart.”

#rdr2 fanfic #red dead fanfic #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x female reader #awkward asks

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badwolfwrites-sometimes · 4 years

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Drawn Together: Chapter 15

This one is a bit shorter than normal... sorry :(

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18923374/chapters/56725165

♡~Feli~♡: So Ludwig i have a question ♡~Feli~♡: How well do you protect against the germs

Ludwig: Pretty well, why

♡~Feli~♡: Because you live in ♡~Feli~♡: Germany

Ludwig: Feliciano Ludwig: I swear to god

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Ludwig: https://youtu.be/tzQuuoKXVq0 Ludwig: I think you should watch this

♡~Feli~♡: Okie ♡~Feli~♡: The coffee one is so true i feel called out ♡~Feli~♡: OH I FOUND THE ITALIANS VERSUS GERMANS ONE ♡~Feli~♡: https://youtu.be/K0bI6YHhsvM

Ludwig: The vacation one is true

♡~Feli~♡: Yeah but lovi says you usually bring way more stuff and then ppl cant walk around the beach because of you

Ludwig: Well, I have only been to France for a summer vacation so there weren't a lot of options Ludwig: I am not a beach person to be honest

♡~Feli~♡: Thats cuz you ve never been to italian beachrs

Ludwig: I have never had a proper chance

♡~Feli~♡: Ill take you one day then ♡~Feli~♡: I promise you ll love it

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♡~Feli~♡: Ludwig ♡~Feli~♡: Do you like planes

Ludwig: I guess Ludwig: Why?

♡~Feli~♡: I cant figure out how to draw them ♡~Feli~♡: They just end up looking like a deformed bird ♡~Feli~♡: I feel like ive created an outer space monster

Ludwig: I am not really the person you should ask for art advice Ludwig: Maybe try to find a model of some plane and keep practicing

♡~Feli~♡: Now you sound like my ex teachers ♡~Feli~♡: A trauma i never want to live through again

Ludwig: That reminds me Ludwig: What do you do for living Feliciano?

♡~Feli~♡: Clean after my brothers... ♡~Feli~♡: And art

Ludwig: So you don't have a part time job or anything?

♡~Feli~♡: Nope ♡~Feli~♡: Being lazy is my job acc to Lovi

Ludwig: That is fine Ludwig: I was just wondering because if you have to come here to work on the cover, I didn't want you to miss working hours

♡~Feli~♡: Id like to come someday ♡~Feli~♡: I wanted to see germany for a while

Ludwig: Well, if you don't have a place to stay at or you don't want to waste money on hotels, you are always welcome here Ludwig: Just call before you come

♡~Feli~♡: I will ♡~Feli~♡: If i dont forget that is

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♡~Feli~♡: So i found a list ♡~Feli~♡: Of my new years resolutions for 2018 ♡~Feli~♡: Guess which ones i did

Ludwig: None probably

♡~Feli~♡: Youd be close to correct ♡~Feli~♡: I did one

Ludwig: Which one?

♡~Feli~♡: I made a new friend ♡~Feli~♡: You

Ludwig: I... Ludwig: I am flattered

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♡~Feli~♡: Ludwig do you like bugs

Ludwig: Not really, why?

♡~Feli~♡: I found this strange furry caterpillar its so cute

Ludwig: I feel the need to kinkshame you

♡~Feli~♡: Why?

Ludwig: For that word

♡~Feli~♡: Caterpillar ?? ♡~Feli~♡: Whats wrong with it ??

Ludwig: The one before it

♡~Feli~♡: Furry? ♡~Feli~♡: Whats wrong with it it does have some weird kind of fur

Ludwig: Never go on the internet Ludwig: Stay innocent forever

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Ludwig: Algebra amazes me Ludwig: So much shit not enough bull Ludwig: Excuse my language

♡~Feli~♡: I will ignore the mentions of math language for the sake of you swearing ♡~Feli~♡: I want this on my gravestone

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♡~Feli~♡: I asked lovi what furry means ♡~Feli~♡: Ludwig ♡~Feli~♡: Are you into that

Ludwig: No Ludwig: I am sorry you couldn't be innocent forever

♡~Feli~♡: I havent known innocence since i first learned what yaoi was

Ludwig: I am so terribly sorry

♡~Feli~♡: I am too for young me

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♡~Feli~♡: Imagine if the world just turned to ashes one day

Ludwig: That could happen

♡~Feli~♡: Really ?? ♡~Feli~♡: I was just trying to be poetic

Ludwig: Yes Ludwig: There is a theory that the sun will swallow Earth in distant future

♡~Feli~♡: I hope to be dead by then

Ludwig: We would all probably be Ludwig: If we don't recycle and take care of our planet

♡~Feli~♡: Yes

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♡~Feli~♡: Your ass is grass herr sassafrass

Ludwig: Feliciano?

♡~Feli~♡: Yes this is Feli

Ludwig: You don't sound like Feliciano

♡~Feli~♡: You have no proof im not

Ludwig: Is this Lovino?

♡~Feli~♡: No ♡~Feli~♡: Sorry it was lovi ♡~Feli~♡: He took my phone to text nonno but he texted you instead

Ludwig: Your brother is interesting

♡~Feli~♡: Try living with him youd change your mind

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Ludwig: *at 3 a.m.* Life is meaningless Feliciano Ludwig: We get attached to people, we learn to love them Ludwig: But then before you know it Ludwig: They are dead Ludwig: Just like that the human existence crumbles

♡~Feli~♡: *at 11 a.m.* Ludwig are you okay

Ludwig: I finished a good book last night Ludwig: I am anything but okay

♡~Feli~♡: Aww ♡~Feli~♡: I felt like that when i finished yours ♡~Feli~♡: Read it again for good measure

Ludwig: I have piles of homework to complete

♡~Feli~♡: Books are more important

Ludwig: I am going to have to agree with you there Ludwig: But I do have to finish this soon Ludwig: The deadline is in 3 weeks

♡~Feli~♡: Id do it the night before you have time ♡~Feli~♡: What kind of homework do you even have ♡~Feli~♡: How old are you Ludwig

Ludwig: 21 and a half Ludwig: It is just college assignments Ludwig: We got new ones today and I really like them completed in time

♡~Feli~♡: Aw you re a baby ♡~Feli~♡: Im 22 ♡~Feli~♡: What are you studying

Ludwig: Physics and mechanical engineering Ludwig: And I also have a part time job so Ludwig: Time mustn't be wasted

♡~Feli~♡: Thats a lot ♡~Feli~♡: Ludwig do you even breathe

Ludwig: No

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♡~Feli~♡: Do you have anything comforting ♡~Feli~♡: Like some dog pictures or something ♡~Feli~♡: Im feeling really sad

*Ludwig has sent a picture*

Ludwig: Gilbert took them fishing today Ludwig: Are you okay

♡~Feli~♡: They are so cuteeee ♡~Feli~♡: CUTECUTECUTECUTE ♡~Feli~♡: Yeah im good ♡~Feli~♡: Just feeling a bit under weather and lovi yelled at me that i was being lazy again

Ludwig: I see Ludwig: Sorry I am not very good with emotions Ludwig: Would you like some more pictures?

♡~Feli~♡: You get me enouth tnx ♡~Feli~♡: Send the cute

*Ludwig has sent 27 pictures*

Ludwig: I overdid it

♡~Feli~♡: I love them ♡~Feli~♡: When i get my ass to germany i will pet them lots and lots ♡~Feli~♡: Tell them that

Ludwig: Don't spoil my dogs too much

♡~Feli~♡: Oh i absolutely will

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♡~Feli~♡: WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS MY FRIEND ♡~Feli~♡: AND WE WILL KEEP ON FIGHTING TILL THE END

Ludwig: Good morning to you too Feliciano

♡~Feli~♡: WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS ♡~Feli~♡: WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS

Ludwig: No time for losers

♡~Feli~♡: CUZ WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS

Ludwig: Of the world

♡~Feli~♡: Lets form a band Ludwig

Ludwig: No time Ludwig: But i do appreciate being woken up by Queen lyrics at 5 a.m. Ludwig: Why are you up so early

♡~Feli~♡: Bold of you to assume I even slept

Ludwig: I see

#GerIta #Germany x Italy #APH Germany #hetalia GerIta #gerita fanfic #APH Italy #hws germany #hws gerita #hws italy #hetalia #hetalia axis powers #aph gerita #hetalia world stars #hws #APH #drawn together story

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jilyyall · 4 years

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Animal Magnetism Ch 3.

Edward Cullen was not a normal teenager; of that I was certain. But knowing that did nothing to stop the pull I felt towards him. And if what he was saying was any indication, he felt some strange pull towards me, too. It was like we were magnets struggling against hope to stay apart. I only wondered what would happen when we inevitably collided.

Chapter 3. Singularity. Fanfiction.net / AO3 Intro/1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10/11/12/

I was already seated at my table in Biology when the bell rang, heart still racing, stomach and fists clenched with nerves. He hadn't been rude to me at all in the music room, hadn't looked angry or murderous in the slightest, but I couldn't erase the image of his eyes, predatory and black as pitch, on me in the cafeteria a week ago. I was terrified to spend an entire hour next to him, close enough to reach out and touch him.

What could I do but sit and endure it, though? Groaning, I put my head down on my folded arms and hid my face.

It wasn't long before students began to file into the room. I heard chairs scraping and bags dropping as people took their seats. I felt someone come and stand near me and knew it wasn't him, but Mike before he even spoke.

"You okay, Bella?"

"Yeah. I just have a headache," I told him, and turned my head still cradled in my arms to peer up at him with one squinting eye.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Do you want me to walk you to the nurse's office?" Ah, Mike, ever the helpful friend. Too bad that wasn't enough for him.

I paused before I could tell him no simply out of habit. Did I want to go to the nurse's office? Maybe I could play up my fictional headache enough that I could miss out on the entire hour, buy myself one more day.

Frowning, I shook my head. "No thanks, Mike. I'll be okay."

I wouldn't be a coward. I wouldn't just run and hide because I was scared of a boy I hadn't even had a proper conversation with yet. I couldn't even be sure that I saw what I thought I had back in the cafeteria last week. He was perfectly polite earlier, and had smiled at me more than once. Sure, they weren't the biggest, most genuine smiles, but you took what you could get.

"Well, at least you've got Cullen for a lab partner," Mike said ruefully, his tone not quite matching the words he'd clearly meant to be helpful. I realized he was still upset that Edward Cullen had apparently been looking at me at lunch. "He won't talk your ear off."

"That's good. I could use some peace and quiet," I said.

Luckily, Mike seemed to catch my not-so-subtle hint. He nodded, smiled, then patted my back in a bolstering gesture and took his usual seat in the front of the room next to Lee. I bent down to pull my notebook out of my bag, flipped it open to a fresh page, and began to doodle.

I heard the chair next to me scrape the floor, heard a body settle into it, felt his presence impossibly close to me. It took everything in me, but I managed to keep my focus on my notebook, and not look up at him.

"Hello again, Bella."

My gaze snapped up, straight to his. The melodic nature of his voice was irresistible, such that I stood no chance of ignoring him.

"My name is Edward Cullen," he said with a wry smile, as if he knew that I already knew his name, though he hadn't told me before. "I'm sorry we didn't get a chance to meet last week. I was ill."

For several seconds, I could only stare at him. When I was finally able to open my mouth, I couldn't control myself. "Did you get contacts?"

His eyes were the color of molten gold. Back in the music room, all I had noticed was that they weren't full of murder, but now I could see how light and beautiful they were.

"No," he said, the barest hint of a bemused smile on his lips.

"But your eyes…" I stammered, and my head shook back and forth of its own accord. "They were black. Last week at lunch."

"Yes. My eyes shift in color sometimes. It's… hereditary," he said, chuckling slightly like it was nothing. "When I'm not feeling well, they darken. All of my siblings share the same strange trait."

I didn't believe him, not really. But what could I say?

"Is your head feeling alright?" He asked.

"Yes," I said, confused. He hadn't been here when I'd lied to Mike about my headache. Unless… I shook my head. "Why?"

He frowned, and I saw frustration creeping into his expression. "You had your head down when I walked in. I thought maybe you weren't feeling well."

But I was drawing in my notebook when he walked in. Mike had been the one to see me with my head down. Suspicious, my eyes narrowed on him just as Mr. Banner walked in wheeling a cart full of microscopes and slides.

"Can I get a volunteer to help hand out our equipment for the day?" Mr. Banner called from the front of the room.

Edward and I just kept staring at each other – I couldn't break his gaze – until Mike put a microscope on our table rather more roughly than I thought strictly necessary. Edward smirked briefly, a flash of amusement, and averted his eyes to reposition the microscope between us. I looked down at my notebook once again, waiting until Mr. Banner began to explain the lab to look up again. It was one I'd already done back in Phoenix, and Edward knew all of the answers even quicker than I did, so we were finished before any of the other tables had correctly identified a single slide. It took us less than two minutes.

"Do you play the piano?" He asked quietly after a moment.

I turned my head to stare at him. "Um. No. I don't."

"Oh." His brow furrowed in frustration and I frowned, confused until I realized he was probably wondering what I was doing in the music room earlier.

"My mom tried to get me to learn," I offered, "when I was a kid. It didn't work out."

"I see," he said, nodding. Then, "Would you like to learn?"

I stared at him for a long moment, trying to figure out what he meant. Was he offering to teach me? Or just asking a question?

"Um. I don't know. Maybe someday," I shrugged uncomfortably. "Maybe it's something I wish I would have stuck with."

"Why didn't you?" he asked, his eyes blazing with frustrated curiosity.

"Well, I was eight I think, and we were living in Reno at the time. I obviously wasn't very good at it," I said truthfully. Back then, I only wanted to do the things that came easily to me. Like reading. I still liked reading, but I was getting better at getting out of my comfort zone. Marginally better. "And I wasn't improving very quickly, so I just stopped."

"You lived in Nevada." He seemed surprised.

"For a couple years. Then California. Florida. We were in Phoenix last," I said. All warm, all sunny, all beautiful. Nothing like here.

"Why did you move to Forks?" Edward asked, seeming to be on the same wavelength.

"My parents got back together." I shook my head and took a deep breath, unable to look away from him. "I'm supposed to be happy about it, and I am, you know? It's great that my mom and dad are finally together… I've never really been able to see it before… I was just a baby when my mom and I left. It's just…"

I trailed off with a sigh and a halfhearted shrug.

"You miss your friends," Edward supplied with an understanding nod. "Of course."

"Yeah."

"Do you have a boyfriend, Bella?" he asked.

I stared at him, open-mouthed until I remembered what Jessica had said last week. He's totally gorgeous, but he won't date anyone. There was no way he was interested in me. He was just curious, I reminded myself. A strange, curious boy.

"No," I finally said.

"Anyone you wished would be your boyfriend?" he prompted.

"N-no," I forced out, heart hammering. "Do you have a girlfriend?"

I meant it as a joke, or maybe to flip the tables on him and make him feel uncomfortable. It didn't occur to me until the words were out that it may have sounded flirtatious. Edward smiled, and shook his head.

"No, Bella," he said in that quiet, musical tone of his. "I don't have a girlfriend."

We fell into silence as Mr. Banner came around to check up on us, surprised to see that we had finished so quickly and gotten everything correct. He walked away to check in with the rest of the class and I turned back to the doodles in my notebook.

"Am I annoying you?" Edward asked suddenly.

"No," I said. "It's just a lot of questions. I'm not… used to it."

"I apologize, Bella," he said with a smile. "I just find you very difficult to read."

"You must be good at reading people, then," I said with a grimace. He'd certainly picked up on why I didn't want to be here pretty quickly, and hadn't seemed to assume I was trying to flirt with him just now.

Edward flashed another privately amused smile and inclined his head. "Usually."

I turned my gaze to the front of the room when Mr. Banner called the class to order and tried to pay attention to the lesson he presented explaining the lab Edward and I had just flown through. I found it difficult, however, to keep my mind from wandering to the conversation we had just had. It was only a week ago he'd looked at me with such undisguised rage, but only moments ago, he'd seemed so genuinely interested. And now, he was leaning into the aisle, as far away from me as he could possibly get without leaving his seat.

When the bell rang, Edward was standing, books in hand, and was out the door before the chime had even finished. I watched his back until he slipped out the door, then let out a long breath. Hadn't Mike said Cullen won't talk your ear off before class started? I shook my head. I had never been asked so many questions in one sitting before.

The week that followed was much the same. The days passed without event until lunch, when Jessica would nudge me and gesture as subtly as she was able towards the table in the corner. Every day, it was just Edward Cullen staring at me. He wouldn't bother to look away when our eyes met, but neither did he smile or wave; he always just continued to look at me until I forced myself to look away.

Every time Mike and I walked into Biology, Edward was already there sitting at our table. Mike would frown and walk to his seat when I took mine. As soon as the day's lesson was complete and we had time to ourselves, the inquisition would begin: did I play any sports? What were my friends like back in Phoenix? What were some things I liked to do when I got together with my friends? Did I miss the sun? Did I mind the rain?

It was dizzying, and I was more than a little mystified by his curiosity, but I answered all of his questions. And then, the moment the bell rang, he was gone again without a parting word. I just didn't understand what game he was playing.

The Wednesday morning of my third week in Forks, I pulled into the school parking lot much earlier than I meant to. When Renee was driving me to school, it was always a struggle to get her out the door on time and we usually pulled up right before the first bell rang. Ever since my parents had given me the truck, though, I'd been timing my arrival for about fifteen minutes before the first bell.

That morning, I was talking to Madison on the phone, and Charlie had already left for the police station and Renee had headed into town to sign the lease for her art studio. Alone in the house and distracted on the phone, I'd been practically on autopilot, dressing, eating my breakfast, and heading out without even paying attention to the time.

There were only a few cars in the lot when I parked, and no one standing around outside, so I stayed in my car and let Madison finish talking about her latest date with Conner. Finally, just as she was winding down, the parking lot started to fill up. A glance at the flickering clock on the dashboard told me that first period would begin in ten minutes. Restless, I got out of the car, my phone pressed between my ear and my shoulder, and headed around to the back of my truck, fumbling with the strap of my bookbag. For once, it wasn't raining, though the heavy grey clouds promised rain to come later in the day.

"He asked me to be his girlfriend," Madison was saying. "Obviously, I said yes."

"Wow, that's great, Mads," I said, sparing a greeting nod for Mike, who was waving me down from under the metal awning in front of the office. I looked around to see if any of our other friends were here yet. All I saw, though, was Edward Cullen standing near a silver Volvo a few spots away from me. He was looking at me with that same neutral expression he always had at lunch. I didn't even needed Jessica to point it out to me anymore, though she did so every day without fail.

I averted my gaze, pretending to be fascinated by the drawstring of my jacket.

"Bella?" Madison said.

"Sorry, what?" I said, realizing that she'd been talking while I was zoned out staring at Edward.

"I was saying how I wish he had worked up the nerve to ask me out before you moved away. I wish I could tell you all about it in person," she said.

"Oh, yeah," I said, distracted by the feeling that he was still watching me. I looked up again and saw that I was right. I was trying to work up the strength to look away, but I was transfixed by the force of his gaze, so I saw when his expression shifted to one of horror.

Then I heard the tires squealing. Turning, I saw a blue minivan skidding on a patch of ice headed straight for the back of my truck, right where I was standing.

Oh, shit, I thought, but I didn't have time to actually articulate the thought. I wasn't going to have time to move out of the way.

They say your life flashes before your eyes when you're about to die. All I saw was Edward, every time I'd ever caught him looking at me, every little half smirk that had quirked his mouth, the odd way he sometimes looked at me, like he was trying to see inside my head, whenever he asked me a question.

Something hit me in the side hard, knocking me to the ground and stealing my breath. My head hit the asphalt with a sharp crack just as the van hit my truck with the sickening crunch of metal on metal. Two strong and slender pale white hands stood out in a large fresh dent in the side of the blue minivan. It hadn't hit me yet, but it was still coming, the tires still squealing.

A familiar voice cursed imaginatively, barely more than a whisper in my ear. He swung me then, with one hand like I was nothing but a ragdoll. The other hand caught the van and lifted the front of it a full six inches off the ground. My feet dragged on the asphalt until they hit the rear hubcap of the tan car next to mine. There was a jarring thud as the wheels of the van settled right where my legs had just been.

There was silence, deafening silence, for a split second when it was over. Then, everyone started to scream. It was the low, insistent voice in my ear that caught my attention, though.

"Bella, are you okay?"

Edward Cullen was leaning over me, his face mere inches from mine, his hand holding me in place next to him so I couldn't try to get up. I stared up at him, and saw nothing but concern in his eyes.

"How did you get here so fast?" was all I could think to say. I heard footsteps as everyone rushed towards us, but we were completely enclosed on all sides as the tan car next to my truck had been knocked forward by the force of the collision and struck the front end of my truck.

He looked bemused, but I could see the farce in his expression now. He shook his head. "I was standing right next to you, Bella."

The lie was so smooth that I would have believed him if I hadn't been looking right at him a second before it happened.

"No, you were next to your car," I insisted, trying to shove his hand away so that I could sit up, but it was like he was made of stone; he didn't budge. "How did you do that?"

"Bella, I was standing right next to you," he said again, moving his hand so that I could sit up if I wanted, but he looked ready to push me back down if I tried to stand, so I stayed where I was. "I was going to ask if you had any trouble with the Biology homework."

Ignoring how absurd the idea of Edward Cullen talking to me about homework was, I shook my head, and winced at the sharp pain.

"How did you stop the van?" I whispered. There were people all around us; I didn't think they could possibly hear us through the pandemonium, but I didn't want to risk it and get him in trouble.

His face went carefully blank and he looked away. Suddenly, my cellphone was in his hand, the screen cracked from when I must have dropped it. "I think your friend is concerned for you."

"Bella? Oh my God, Bella! What's going on?" I could barely make out her words as Edward held my phone out to me, but the edge of hysteria in her voice was obvious.

"I'm okay, Madison," I mumbled, taking the phone from him. "But, um, I'm gonna have to call you back later."

"Bella! What just happened?" I heard her say, but I was already ending the call.

Edward was still watching me closely. I didn't know what he saw in my face, but whatever it was must have convinced him that I wasn't going to let this drop. He frowned and sighed. "Please, Bella," he murmured as people started trying to move the van.

"Fine," I said. "But you owe me an explanation."

"Fine," he snapped and leaned back as far away from me as he could in our little cage of crushed vehicles.

The nearly half hour it took for the paramedics and several teachers to move the van enough to get to us passed in utter silence as Edward took it upon himself to pretend I didn't exist. I spent the time inspecting the scene around me. There was a large dent in the side of the van that perfectly matched the size and shape of Edward's hands, but it was the tan car next to me that fascinated me more. There, in the passenger door, was an even bigger dent that looked, to me, like it might be from someone bracing their shoulders against it. Perhaps when he had been lifting the van so that it wouldn't crush my legs? The dent certainly wasn't caused by the van itself.

I looked around, expecting to see Edward still pretending I wasn't sitting less than a foot from him, and jumped. He was watching me again with a distrustful frown.

"I won't say anything," I whispered just as the adults created a big enough gap between the front of the van and the back of my truck. "I just want to know the truth."

All I saw before paramedics flooded us was disbelief on his face, and that now-familiar curious frustration.

Edward, of course, talked his way out of a stretcher. I didn't have the same luck, considering Edward told the paramedics that I had hit my head pretty hard on the asphalt. They wheeled me in alongside Tyler Crowley, who had been driving the van and lost control on a patch of ice. His windows had shattered from the force of the impact and he had a myriad of shallow slices all over his face and hands. It would likely take a while for nurses to extract every little shard of glass from his flesh.

To my horror, both Renee and Charlie met me at the hospital.

"Oh my God, Bella!" Renee cried out.

"Bella!" Charlie shouted.

"I'm fine!" I assured them quickly as I was wheeled past them into an examination room. I was sure I looked a lot worse than I actually felt, thanks to the neck brace the paramedics had put me in, much to my chagrin.

The nurses had barely left the room when the door opened again and a doctor walked in. He was young with sleek, gleaming hair so blond it was almost white and his skin was paler even than mine. He was absolutely breathtakingly beautiful. I could have guessed who he was even before I saw his strange, amber eyes though he didn't look nearly old enough to be the father of a teenager, much less five of them.

"Hello, Bella. I'm Dr. Cullen," he said in a soft, smooth, soothing melody.

"I figured," I muttered, averting my gaze.

"I'm sorry?" he said, pausing at the foot of the bed the nurses had transferred me to.

"Nothing," I said, flushing and shaking my head.

Edward, I was certain, would have asked me to explain myself, curious and demanding as he was. His father, however, nodded, and walked forward.

"I hear you took a nasty fall," Dr. Cullen said. "You hit your head?"

"Yes," I said sullenly, crossing my arms over my chest. "Your son has a big mouth."

Dr. Cullen's lips quirked up in a small amused smile, but he didn't otherwise acknowledge my quip.

"I'm going to check for a concussion," he informed me, gently lifting my chin with one hand as he reached into the pocket of his jacket for a flashlight. He shone the light in my eyes and had me stare at the finger he held up as he looked me over. He inspected the tender spot on my head and frowned when I flinched.

"Pain?" he asked.

"Not so bad," I said with a shrug. I had suffered worse. Mom had briefly put me in soccer as a kid. I'd somehow managed to clobber myself in the head with my own cleat. That was definitely more painful than this.

"Well, you don't have a concussion," he said, smiling when I nodded because I already knew that. "You should take some Tylenol when you get home, though, to help with the pain."

"I can't go back to school?" I said, frowning. I didn't particularly want to go home and deal with my frantic, hovering mother.

"Tomorrow, but I advise you to take today to recover," Dr. Cullen said. When I only frowned even more despondently, he smiled at me again. "If it makes it any better, Mr. Crowley will be out for the rest of the week."

"That does help. Some," I mumbled.

When Dr. Cullen glanced at something over my head, I turned to see Edward standing in the doorway.

"What's the verdict?" he asked. His tone was off, like he already knew the answer and was only asking as a formality, or for my benefit.

"No concussion," I grumbled, but he looked only at his father.

"She's fine," Dr. Cullen assured his son.

"Can I talk to you?" I said, narrowing my eyes on Edward. He frowned and sighed. I thought he was about to refuse, but his father had already stepped to the door.

"I'll go speak to your parents," he told me, then glanced at his son and laid a hand on his shoulder as he passed him.

Annoyed, Edward glared at his father's back as Dr. Cullen walked swiftly towards the waiting room. He took several steps forward and then stopped in the middle of the room, glaring at me.

"What?" he demanded harshly.

My heart rate kicked up in response to his hostility, but I wasn't going to back down so soon. Edward could be intimidating, but I knew now that he didn't want anything bad to happen to me, not after all the effort he'd put into keeping me alive today. And he came to the examination room to check up on me, after all. He certainly wasn't about to hurt me.

"It's later," I told him.

He kept his mouth shut in an obstinate scowl. For a long moment, all we did was stare at each other expectantly. He was expecting, I was sure, for me to yield and stop demanding an explanation, and I was expecting him to cave and speak. After a full minute of silence, it became clear to me that neither of us would leave satisfied.

Closing my eyes, I sighed. "Look, I told you I wasn't going to tell anybody. I meant it. I'm not going to say anything. But I have to know what happened."

"I don't know what to tell you, Bella," he spat out through gritted teeth.

"Like I said before. I just want the truth," I said.

"You think I lifted a van with one hand?" His tone was infuriatingly condescending and I felt my face begin to flush as my rage built.

I frown at him, and felt my chin jut out stubbornly. "You also crossed the lot faster than humanly possible, and I saw you push the van away from me."

"I didn't," he insisted, and I could hear the anger simmering in his voice. "I just pushed you aside and we both were lucky with the rest."

"Fine. You don't want to tell me the truth? Fine! Just don't lie to me!" I snapped, shoving at my disorderly hair and standing. Lightheaded from the sudden change, I stumbled.

Edward caught me by the elbow, steadied me, and then released me quickly.

"I'm fine!" I snapped again and brushed past him.

"Bella," Edward said when I reached the door. I paused, but he didn't speak until I turned to look at him. His beautiful face was completely blank. "Perhaps it would be better all around if we just didn't speak at all."

Stung, and feeling foolish for it, I blinked at him, and then scowled and stomped away towards the waiting room without responding. We weren't friends, I knew that, but I had to admit to myself that I was just beginning to enjoy his attention.

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From Leon to Matthew

For @aphrarepairweek2020

June 17: Letters

Pair: CanHong (as brothers)

Warning: historical references, hints of current events

Summary: Selections of letters from Leon to Matthew (1867 - 2020)

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9th December, 1867

Matthew 哥哥,

Where are you? When you back home?

Why you no back home? I miss you! I miss panncakes!

Arthur say my english better. I need practise. You come home and practise with me!

See you Chrissmas!

I very miss you!

Leon

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3rd October, 1914

Dear Matthew,

How are you?

I heard about the war, Arthur would not let me listen to the radio nor read the papers, but I knew. Neeraj, Jett and Noah were all being called away, Michelle, the others and I were left alone at home. Still quite crowded, but not quite the same. No more pancakes in the house, no more pretend-ice hockey games, no more of your English lessons. You are not the loudest in the house, but it is not the same without you.

I know war, I have seen them, I know how it is like. Please take good care of yourself. I know Arthur is strong, Neeraj is always there to help, Jett is determined and Noah is trustworthy, but I know they depend on you a lot. So promise me, be safe. I promise I will stay safe too, I will keep the house tidy and take care of the others, so do not worry!

Miss you and waiting for you to come home.

Love,

Leon

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17th June, 1942

Dearest Matthew,

I do not know if this could reach you, we are not allowed to contact anyone outside of Japan. Anyway, how are things going on with you?

I am sorry. I could not save your people, and Arthur's and Neeraj's people. It breaks my heart to hear how they were treated in the camp, at a place where children should learn without worries, on my land. Families, children, friends were separated, in a foreign land, buildings were torn apart. My people are forced to learn yet another new language. They are being taught to hate you, Arthur, Alfred and the others. They were promised a “family reunion”, yet all I see was the opposite.

I apologise for being so useless. My people are trying hard to help them at Stanley, but Kiku's people would not allow it. I will try my best to learn Japanese to appease them, though it feels different than when I first learn English. The words are similar, yet it feels so foreign. I do not know what else I could do other than listen, obey and adapt, as I always do. I will keep on going, but I am tired.

Why do these people, sharing the same eyes, same hair, same skin as me, feel so different to me? Why do these people, who are supposed to be my brothers and sisters, act nothing more than a stranger? Why do these people, whom I should call family, separate me and my family? Does blood really disconnect people from each other? Brother, I am frustrated, confused, lost... I just want to come home, to Arthur, to you, is it too much to ask for?

Sorry for lashing out my feelings onto you, you are the only person I believe who could truly understand. Please do not worry about me, I will go through this with my people. I am not sure if I could see you again, or if the war is going to end, or if I am ever coming back home. I miss you, Arthur and the others. Please take care of yourself and remember that my heart will always be by your side. I miss you.

With all my love,

Leon

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1st July, 2020

Dear Matthew,

I could have texted you, but I wanted to keep our tradition of writing letters. So, how have you been?

I hope your people are doing fine, mine are relatively healthy, not quite happy though. I feel alone from time to time, sometimes I'm jealous of you. You and your people always seem so peaceful. Yes, I promised you not to make an invisible joke again, but I do, truly, wish I were like you sometimes, not standing in the centre of attention all the time, being argued over for, tossed around like an object. I just wish I would be like you someday, able to satisfy your people's wants.

Please send my regards to Alfred, I'm seriously concerned about him and his people now. It's not an easy time for him at the moment, the illness, the anger, the chaos must be boiling up for him. I would love to know if I could do anything to help. We live so far away from each other, but I hope you'd know my heart is still with you all.

You can't imagine how hard I tried not to put slangs and acronyms in, I guess this is the reason why you keep on insisting that we continue exchanging letters, I can still speak proper English and I still remember how to write a letter. I could imagine Arthur lecturing me if I messed up any of those and your disappointed face after all those years of tutoring lol. (Oops, I finally did it. Can't help it.)

And of course, Happy Birthday! Miss you. (Wow, that's really cheesy, have we always been like that?) No in all honesty, I miss you so much, so very much.

From your brother with love,

Leon

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A/N:

哥哥 = big brother

Neeraj = India

Jett = Australia

Noah = New Zealand

Michelle = Seychelles

“The others” would mean other British territories which were not involved in the war, such as Singapore, Jamaica and Bahamas. They are not named because they are not canon characters.

Stanley Internment Camp was used by the Japanese imperial forces to hold non-Chinese enemy nationals. St. Stephen's College was used for the camp, located next to Stanley Prison, where Japanese authorities used to hold those whom they considered “criminals”. About 2800 men, women and children were held there, majority being British.

I'm sorry I have to bring the bad history up, Hong Kongers don't hate Japan (maybe older generations do, not sure), but history is history and should be told.

I can't believe this is the very first writing I post on the internet! And the first non human AU! I have a couple fanfic I'm writing but I'm not secure enough to post them. Look what a challenge could do to you! I even tried editing a cover!

Sorry for the quality, it was a bit rushed, I learnt about the event like 2 days ago and I thought about not joining. “Letters” immediately caught my attention coz I can't draw or edit, and I have always wanted to write something for my BrOTP CanHong (even though I have prepared something for their birthdays). One of my headcannons is Canada was the one who taught HK English, as England would always be away at those times, hence the English lesson references.

Alright, let see if I could still manage to squeeze out another one in time. (I have 2 more pairs I want to write about for “Thunderstorm” and “Magic” respectively.) Consider this an early present for the two! Oh wait, Happy Birthday to you too, Iceland!

Leon's words to Alfred is also mine to the Americans, stay safe ❤️

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PRENATAL

Prenatal development, this follows 2 developmental patterns are cephalocaudal pattern and proximidistal pattern. Cephalocaudal pattern growth that proceeds from the head downward. While Proximidistal pattern growth that proceeds from the body outward. The fetus is responsive to stimuli and appears to learn in the womb. Prenatal temperamental differences persist into infancy and childhood, and some aspects of the prenatal sensory environment maybe important to future development. There are risks associated with teratogenic material diseases these include rubella, AIDS, syphilis, gonorrhoea, genital herpes, and CMV. If a mother has poor nutrition, her fetus faces increased risks of stillbirth, low birth weight, and death during the first year of life.

When I realized prenatal, I really don’t know if this past is real that I remember or not because before I come into this world I started seeing pink path flowing through the clouds of what I see it depicts that makes me travel at that time I was like watching from what just I saw passes me by. I don’t know if these are real or that was inside my head but from what i see that looks like stars maybe a nebula of some kind galaxies. When I was born I thought it was like a space shuttle which I was riding but that’s it that is how I end up either I imagine that or it was like I saw how I really travel from that part and even so I choose to forget it.

INFANCY

In infancy, many were able to say first words or other making sounds like cooing and anything that the baby emotion has express. The humans are born with adaptive reflexes that help them survive. Automatically sucking any object that enters the mouth, disappear in infancy or childhood. Primitive reflexes controlled by the less sophisticated parts of the brain. Sensorimotor stage, infants use information from their senses and motor actions to learn about the world. Object Permanence understanding that objects continue to exist when they can’t be seen. The infant has attachment things to the parents to identify his or her parents.

I didn’t remember what I do but I experience how difficult I was since my first guardian abused me then my parents forced me to go in Tagum were my grandparents can take care of me while my parents can do their work on their own. I was lucky and happy which leads to me being naughty and I was a difficult child to handle. From that past I was never recognized who are my parents was because all I know my parents are my grandparents thought they were real to me. And from that day I was quiet and suddenly would be different than any other day.

EARLY CHILDHOOD

The measuring intelligence an assumption in studying differences in intelligence is that these differences can be measured. The first tests led by Alfred Binet and Theodore Simon to identify children who might have difficulty in school. This intelligence was later called Intelligence Quotient (IQ). The intelligence of child affects the influences in the family it depends how they raised their child. Parenting styles differ in temperament themselves, so, just like their children; they vary in how they respond to situations. The four types of parenting styles are permissive parenting style, authoritarian parenting type, authoritative parenting type, and uninvolved parenting style.

When I was elementary student I was a running around person until they set new rules for me. My parents were became permissive or strict in general term, they intended to bring me after class hours in the tutorial centre to guide me through my topics and some of that I became a nuisance to others who were studying there too I suppose that I never learn anything that days. It may be different from today because I realized that studying is important and I learn through their reasons why my parents are so very strict to me. As of today I realize something that even when in difficult struggle, can be trying harder again to accomplish once goal.

MIDDLE CHILDHOOD

Physical and cognitive changes the way for being a middle childhood. Many children participate in such clubs like sports, arts, and etc. This has intellectual interest about their health, fitness, and academic performances were concerned. The cognitive changes which term for their language on how they initialize their potential to make it in time. Achievement tests are designed to assess specific information learned in school. The relationships of parents and also friends are important to keep the bonds together and strong no matter the problems are and their child and friends help to sustain their courage to do so in the end.

Middle child hood for me is about the pressure and sometimes I ignore the mistakes I did but I never well go around. I focus more on ignoring stuff playing a gadget my prioritize time that I did than studying. I never concern about my health and fitness, I always drink soda and eating junk foods. I had friends before, friends that see u one time then ignore me instantly, only cares when I am bullied by my classmate then they come and when the problem solves they’re gone. Parents can courage to their child something more and something wonderful to be great.

ADOLESCENCE

Adolescence is the transitional period between childhood and adulthood. They’re puberty changes as primary and secondary sex characteristics, which their hormone as menarche which is the beginning of menstrual cycles. Adolescent sexuality can be so tempting and there are risks factor which led to sexual situation. Teens nowadays engaged in sexual activities were often seeing on television shows like the Pretty Little Liars. An adolescent learns and changes their gender identity as they confirm themselves gay, lesbians, and bisexuals. Most of the teens engaged in drugs, alcohol, and tobacco which of them bring out the curiosity of teenagers are sensation seeking.

As I experience there are things which is evolving around me my sexual characteristics that I don’t understand which leads me to confusion. After that when I saw some television shows that romantic love scene how to proper court someone and make fell in love. Creating sexual desires in their dream longing for someone to be loved and that is how is. I tried to be gay for a contest which I had someone make up for me and quite a lot of fun to give laughter for everyone in just a nick of a time. I am into alcohol but not a strong one; I usually drink if there is an occasion going on with my parent’s permission.

EARLY ADULTHOOD

Primary aging occurs most of them develop gray hair, wrinkles, and changes in visual acuity. While Secondary aging is the product of environmental influences, health habits, or disease, and it is neither inevitable nor experienced by all adults. Health habits shows the detection of illness can see what kind of illness is and can determine can be prevent it or not. Sexual Transmitted Disease which the humans never use contraceptives to protect from it and they were getting from it through sexual intercourse. Most intimate partners’ abuses which due to most reasons are jealousy of having their partners seeing someone. Career development focused on adapting to the workplace, managing career transitions, and pursuing personal goals through employment.

I may develop gray hair but I always thought of something that an illness which of the disease may try to kill me in the only way to die but I always thought the diabetes is the reason why I die. I will never know which would be so my fate will be decided which one of the diseases. I had always doubt about my lifestyle and I am getting obese more than ever. Career development for me is different, imagine where would I be sitting and seeing I help people. I really dream about not only becoming a RPm but maybe becoming an air force pilot someday.

MIDDLE ADULTHOOD

Most of men and women having osteoporosis resulting in reduced bone mass and more brittle and porous bones. Vision and hearing can be sudden changes for adulthood which began to decrease the retina and person’s overall sensitivity to light waves. Health and Wellness can be so devastating when it comes to illnesses which started by imbalance diet or any hobbies like smoking that lead to lung cancer. Memory function drawing conclusions about memory rarely include middle-aged people. They were being generosity is their care, give what they can give for their grandkids. They struggle long enough to survive from their illness.

I really imagine that what could be waiting for me if I suffer an illness which is different from early adulthood of mine. I should be hardly and slowing to move my body as I was beginning to had crack bones of mine with its sound. As I imagine a lot what would be the life of me in 60 years age of me look like exactly. I can be grown old, grumpy, and sad living in home for the aged or even live with grandkids of my own. It is really hard that thinking way more about it is just never ever will happen if I just don’t let it.

LATE ADULTHOOD

Life expectancy and longevity improvements in these variables among the elderly themselves over the past several decades are responsible for changes in the expected lifespans of adults in their 60s and beyond. General slowing the biggest single behavioural effect of age-related physical changes is a general slowing down. Wisdom and creativity elders might have some advantages over the young because of their accumulation of knowledge and skills. Wisdom reflects understanding of “universal truths” or basic laws or patterns. Life satisfaction or a sense of well-being is also an important component of successful aging. Religious beliefs are the component of religious coping involves people’s beliefs and attitudes.

Life can be full of surprises when realize about something that can be precious to our love ones and we expands our life expectancy to experience more and thank God that we exist long lives today and some of old of us can be slow to stimuli. We do believe our own will to find out how our experiences can show to others how we make it and offer as a good advice to others that may help to guide others away from dangerous paths they never cross. Life of our existence is constant and I would say that it is okay for me to live this life, I owe it to the end of my last breathe for I shall die happy person. Religious gives you the morality and the spirituality which gives the inner peace of our mind and channels our prayer to our God.

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CHARACTER SHEET

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𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

FULL NAME. raven hawthorne sylvia

PRONUNCIATION. ray-ven

NICKNAME. rave/hawthorne/sylvia; any variation of any of their names

GENDER. feminine nonbinary (she/they)

HEIGHT. 5′10

AGE. 27

ZODIAC. cancer

SPOKEN LANGUAGES. english, spanish, latin, bits and pieces of other languages

HAIR COLOR. bronze-ish blonde

EYE COLOR. vibrant blue

SKIN TONE. pale peach

BODY TYPE. slender

ACCENT. unique; a mixture of european accents, thanks to her family’s heritage

VOICE. they sound pretty soft but have a deep voice. many think raven has an attractive/charming voice, though it ranges from maintaining that charm to being demanding depending on what’s going on

DOMINANT HAND. right, but can use left hand for nearly any activity

POSTURE. depends; sometimes relaxed, sometimes very straight and proper

SCARS. many, but the worst ones are on her wrists and ankles and look very jagged

TATTOOS. no?

BIRTHMARKS. other than faint freckles/beauty marks, no

MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). generally raven appears very dashing; raven holds herself well and her apparent confidence is what draws people in, thus her control with her facial expressions and her intriguing gaze is usually what people catch notice of

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

PLACE OF BIRTH. middle of the forest her family lives in

HOMETOWN. asstown, ohio. or maybe kansas

BIRTH WEIGHT. bitch im lazy

BIRTH HEIGHT. ^^^

MANNER OF BIRTH. natural, at home

FIRST WORDS. ‘bwuejay’ (bluejay) or ‘mama’

SIBLINGS. yes, one ‘deceased’ and one alive

PARENTS. disowned father and okay mother

PARENTAL INVOLVEMENT. decent. their father was always a bit of an idiot, but he loved all of his kids. but her mom did kind of suffocate her after the Incident, which made things rough, even if she meant to provide the best for raven

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !

OCCUPATION. hunter/gatherer

CURRENT RESIDENCE. depends. usually a motel or a friend’s house

CLOSE FRIENDS. mikken, bluejay, ???

RELATIONSHIP STATUS. single

FINANCIAL STATUS. okay. she has money when she needs it

DRIVER’S LICENSE. yes, though it’s technically not legal (just very good forged), as none of her documents are legal at all

CRIMINAL RECORD. she’s been arrested a few times, but money under the table fixed that

VICES. danger, alcohol, isolation

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. homoflexible

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION. homoflexible

PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch.

PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch.

LIBIDO. low or average. raven doesn’t base a lot around sex, and sometimes finds it awkward. they prefer a lot of sexual tension to build up before doing anything about it

TURN ON’S. nothing in particular, though sweet talking them and taking your time is a definite like

TURN OFF’S. roughness and bondage. it’s a hard no from raven. even restraining their hand/s is sometimes too much

LOVE LANGUAGE. raven can get easily flustered when around someone she genuinely likes. she’s romantic, but wouldn’t admit it. very gentle and caring, and quite traditional. she enjoys wooing a person and giving them what they deserve

RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. relationships don’t last too long with raven, mostly because they cannot open up enough to keep a relationship going. someday they might be able to, but for now raven has mostly had brief girlfriends

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. running up that hill by meg myers

HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. reading/studying, pressing flowers/plants, gardening, cooking

MENTAL ILLNESSES. ptsd, manic depression

PHYSICAL ILLNESSES. none

LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. n/a

PHOBIAS. claustrophobia (if forced into small spaces), being restrained, being sexually assaulted (had a few close calls and is very paranoid)

SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. unless presently manic depressive, she has decent self-confidence. she’s fine with who she is and what she does, at her core, anyway

VULNERABILITIES. raven finds it very hard to let people in. this is often her downfall. she refuses to make friends or allies and often angers people because of her flippant nature when doing work that’s not for witches. even mikken and bluejay have issues getting raven to be honest

TAGGED BY: in spirit i tagged m’self

TAGGING: anyone who wants to do this!!! im busy dying

#/////#////#///#//#/#muse info #about raven #raven #salem asked and i Delivered

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tumblunni · 5 years

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Man i really should like... Meticulously go through every single thing i ever watched as a kid and try and find out if there are any other faves i forgot about. It could be fun to draw an ensemble piece of all the science villains in my bigass loving heart! I think warpnik would probably be the most obscure of those tho.

OH wait maybe i just abruptly remembered him cos Maddiman kinda vaguely reminds me of him, sorta? Both got the same weird not-white-guy-pink-but-literal-pink skintone, goofy hair, nasally voice, being strangely adorable, etc.

OH MAN i even remember the plot of his damn episode now! He was robotnik's non evil cousin that he banished to an alternate dimension that ended up turning him mad so he ended up a villain too. SO THATS WHERE MY SQUISKER AND MCKRAKEN HEADCANONS MUST HAVE COME FROM!

And i cant remember anything else about the episode except that even as a kid i found it annoying and rude how they made fun of his speech impediment. Like do you ever hate those voices? Voices where its clearly a badly done parody of some actual voice of some demographic they look down on, and its hard to articulate that you hate the voice but not the real thing its based on, and you also hate the fact theyre mentally associating this intentionally annoying voice with that demographic and reinforcing the idea that their normal voices are also inherantly horrible and funny? I felt that way about this dude and his lisp cos i also have a lisp, but its more often done with the 'cartoon simpleton voice' aka downs syndrome/other disability stereotype, and of course the 'sassy independant black woman who aint need no man' and the 'scary deep voiced black man thug' and the 'ching chong high pitched generic all asian cultures at the same time' goddamn thing. Why was this treated like the height of humor in the 90s and why is it still around today??

Oh also i remember that this dude stuck in my memory so much cos even though he was an antagonist he wasnt really the bad guy. Like he had a very legit reason to hate robotnik and it was just 'whoops sonic and co got caught in the crossfire'. Made me kinda sad that in the end they never set him free from that warp prison dimension place, but he still kinda 'wins' the episode and that was very memorable to me as a kid. Sonic manages to escape while leaving robotnik trapped, and warpnik is like "HELL YEAH REVENGE TIME" and thats just where it ends. So its not really ACTUALLY a proper sympathetic villain plot or anything but it was like baby me's first introduction to the concept of sympathetic villains? I was always used to my fave characters being bad and hated, but this time the guy kinda got a mildly happy ending sorta. Vaguely. Robotnik is just back with no explanation in the next episode cos that show kinda didnt care about sequential storytelling. But hey that leaves room open for me to headcanon that warpnik also managed to escape and he's off somewhere now being like "oh my god i missed the grass and the stars" and yeah maybe he's still kinda 'warped' from the experience but he has a chance of recovery now. Cos seriously even as a seven year old i could see that this dude was a stereotype of mental illness. Like just.. EVERY mental illness. Man, 'comic book crazy' is another trope that i never understood why it was funny and im glad its died.

OH maybe i relate to mad scientists cos i guess the way theyre treated by other characters felt similar to how adults treated us autistic kids???

I dunno man. Maybe theres no reason and i just wish i had a cool science dad/uncle/grandpa cos thats Objectively The Greatest Thing. YOU COULD HAVE SO MANY ADVENTURES TOGETHER!!! and heal his broken heart from traumatic backstory appearances cos WHY DO I KEEP TAKING MINOR FUNNYMANS AND MAKING THEM SAD oh yeah cos Yokai Watch(tm) validated me with that actually being canon for once EVERYONE GO PLAY YOKAI WATCH OK

Dr maddiman best

Dr warpnik almost as best

Its like that 'X walked so Y could run' meme

U gots to wotch the shows of not be screentime to they science gramps tp someday find the thing that do!!!

Man im fuckin hyper

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quickeningheart · 5 years

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Three

Charley suddenly found herself grappling with a hundred and twenty pounds of dead weight. "Fantastic," she grunted, hefting Alley's slumped form in her arms. "Way to make a first impression, you lunkheads. One of you care to help me out here?"

The mice snapped out of their stupor and Vinnie hurried forward, scooping up the unconscious woman and carefully depositing her onto the worn couch that had been made up as a bed. "What can I say?" he preened. "No woman can resist this studly bod! They're just overcome by my sheer awesomeness."

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that, pal. Maybe someday it'll come true."

Vinnie pouted and whipped his tail at his snickering bros. "So what'll we do with Sleeping Beauty here?"

"Will she be all right?" Modo hovered over the couch, looking worried. "I didn't mean to scare the little lady."

"It's okay, big guy." Charley patted his arm. "Give her a few minutes. She'll come around."

"Maybe we should clear out before that happens."

"She's gotta get used to you at some point. Better now than never. But … maybe give her some breathing space, huh?" Charley eyed the three hovering males with amusement as they hastily backed away from the couch. And then she bit back a curse when the bell went off in the garage. She checked the wall clock and sighed. "Damn. Opening time already?" She looked torn. "I hate to leave Alley alone, after what happened…"

"Want us to hang around until she wakes up?"

"I dunno if that's such a good idea. All three of you might be too much for her."

"So, one of us stays and the others come back later. Someone needs to explain things to her."

"I'll do it!" Vinnie volunteered eagerly.

"We need to reassure her. I don't wanna come back and find her curled up in a whimpering little ball in the back of a closet," Charley snorted.

"Hey!" he protested over more snickers.

"I'd do it," Modo said slowly, "but I guess I sorta blew it a bit. I'd probably just scare her again." His ears drooped and he looked so dejected that Charley gave him a hug.

"She'll get over it. It's half my fault, anyway. I should've told her a little sooner, I guess." She turned to Throttle. "Aside from Modo, you're the calmest and most diplomatic. You're probably the best choice in the matter."

"Swell," Throttle sighed, settling back into an armchair to wait. Well, it beat lugging furniture up a flight of stairs, at least.

~*~*~*~*~

He was bored.

Nope. Scratch that. He was really bored. He was starting to regret ever agreeing to this whole babysitting gig, especially since there were so many more interesting things he could've been doing. Like flossing his teeth, or picking the lint out from under his toenails. He heaved a heavy sigh and switched positions, folding one leg across his knee and resting his chin on his fist. The fingers of his other hand drummed an impatient rhythm against the armrest of the chair he'd been sitting in for way too long.

Twenty minutes had already passed, and Alley was still out for the count. He shot her an irritated glance, wondering—not for the first time—how two such completely different people could come from the same family. Sure, Charley had been afraid of them, too, but she hadn't fainted like some delicate little snowflake. She'd threatened to knock his head off when he got too close! Now that was someone he could admire.

He sighed again, putting some extra oomph into it, in the hopes of drawing the little princess out of her slumber. No such luck. He pouted, then decided that, since he was sitting there, he might as well take a closer look. So, he slid off the chair and knee-walked over to the couch, where he proceeded to give his charge a critical once-over.

Sure. Watching a lady sleep might be considered sort of stalkerish and creepy by some people, but some people weren't there, and Alley was far more interesting to look at than the wall. He had to admit; she was kind of pretty, for a wimp. Charley hadn't been kidding about her unique tastes, though. She looked like a dead rainbow. Bright colors streaked through her pale knot of hair. Each of her fingernails was painted with a different shade of glittery polish, and a lacy purple butterfly was tattooed on her right hand between her thumb and forefinger. The fingers of her left were decorated with silver rings. So were her ears—two piercings on the left, one on the right—and crystal stars and a moon dangled from the tiny hoops.

Her face was made up, too. Smokey eyelids, thickened lashes, and a shiny, pink gloss slicked across her mouth. Throttle found the whole concept of makeup strange. Charley almost never wore it, and of course no female mouse could wear it because of the mess it would make of their fur. It clearly wasn't practical, but the effect was rather alluring. Especially the way those full, pink lips glistened, drawing his attention almost against his will.

It was probably a good thing that Alley chose that moment to finally rejoin the land of the living.

Throttle bit back a yelp and all but scrambled back into his chair, sitting with hands folded primly in his lap, the very picture of innocence as the girl slowly stirred and opened her eyes. She blinked at the ceiling for a moment, then scowled and muttered to herself, "Weird dream. That's what I get for mixing expired cream into my coffee."

Throttle chuckled despite himself, and the sudden noise made Alley yip and sit up … a little too quickly, apparently. She gripped the back of the couch for a moment, before cautiously taking a quick glance around. And Throttle suddenly found himself looking into the biggest blue eyes he'd ever seen. They reminded him of the blue crystal formations found in the deepest caverns of his home planet, clear and bright and piercing.

Unfortunately, so was her voice. Which she demonstrated by opening her pretty pink lips and letting loose a shriek that made his teeth vibrate in the back of his skull. He cringed into his seat, clapped his hands to his ringing ears, and wondered how such a big noise could come out of such a small woman.

"Lower the volume, lady! I'm not deaf," he grumbled. Yet.

She responded by attempting to burrow into the back of the couch in a bid to get as far away from him as possible. Throttle was insulted. Geez, you'd think he had fleas or something, the way she was acting! But, as the last thing he wanted to do was make her pass out again, he gathered all the patience he could muster and held up his hands in a placating gesture. "Easy there, Sweetheart," he crooned in his softest voice. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just here to make sure you're okay."

Alley glanced wildly around the empty apartment. "Charley!" she bellowed.

Throttle winced. So much for not going deaf. "She's in the garage. A customer came in or she wouldn't have left you alone. She'll be back in a bit," he explained, still keeping his voice as low and soothing as possible. He didn't get it; he'd been told on more than one occasion that his voice could make any female (and possibly some males) swoon right into his arms. Hell, he'd used it on Carbine on more than one occasion in the past, with spectacular results. But for some reason, it just didn't seem to be working right on Alley.

Talk about a blow to the ego.

Alley had given up on yelling and was now curled up in the corner of the couch, using the afghan like a flimsy shield. "Wh-what are you?" Her voice quavered, and she looked ready to burst into tears.

He sighed. Swell. The last thing he needed was a crying, hysterical woman on his hands. The non-crying version was irritating enough. "My name is Throttle Thorneboy. Just so you know, I'm a mouse, not a rat. I come from the planet Mars." He gestured to the red antenna atop his head.

Alley's eyes slowly followed the gesture, studying the appendages, before lowering to look the rest of him over. "A … Martian mouse."

"Yep."

She chewed on her lip for a moment, glanced around before asking, "Weren't there … three of you?"

Oh, yeah. He'd almost forgotten about them. "Ah, yeah. My bros, Modo Maverick and Vincent Van Wham. We, uh, decided it was probably better to wait a bit before proper introduction. Until, you know, things got explained a bit more. They'll be back later."

Alley didn't look particularly happy to hear it. "Why are you in Chicago? And how did you meet my cousin?"

"That's kind of a long story," he sighed.

She frowned. "You don't want to tell me?"

"It's more like … it'd probably be easier if I showed you." He eased off the chair and crept closer, hesitating when she edged away. "May I?" He pointed to his antenna. "I can transmit my memories through these, from my mind straight into yours. It'll be faster than talking."

Her eyes widened. "You're telepathic?"

He sought to reassure her before she started screaming again. "In a sense. We can't transmit direct thought unless we're in physical contact. But we are empathic, capable of picking up on heightened emotion from a distance." He peered over the rim of his specs and met her eyes. "You don't have to be afraid. I promise it won't hurt you. You can ask Charley; I once used the same method on her and she's never suffered any ill-effects."

Alley hesitated another second, then took a deep breath, gathering her composure, and nodded once. She closed her eyes, startled a little when he nudged her chin up and gripped the back of her head. He pressed his antenna to her temples and opened his mind. She jerked, but he'd been expecting that and held her still, knowing the sudden explosion of information pouring into her head would be a bit overwhelming to a human. He kept the stream slow and steady and mentally explained what she was seeing, and she gradually relaxed as understanding replaced fear. He showed her everything that had happened, from the complete strip-mining of Mars by the Plutarkians, to the present struggle to prevent Limburger from doing the same thing to Earth.

It only took a few minutes, and when he finally withdrew, Alley opened her eyes and stared at him, looking stunned. "Wow," was all she said.

"Yup." He chuckled. "That about sums it up."

She shook her head. "Well, I guess that explains why half of Chicago looks like the aftermath of a natural disaster." She eased back, drawing her knees up to her chin. "Does this happen a lot? With the whole thwarting evil and … blowing up that guy's tower and such?"

"Once or twice a month," Throttle replied. "Usually depends on how fast old Cheese Head can rebuild. It's been pretty quiet lately, though. Makes me think he's up to something. His tower's probably due for another toppling any day now."

"And Charley is dragged into this war how often?"

Nope. She definitely did not sound happy about the casual way he spoke of wanton destruction.

"Easy, Alley-girl. That's what we're here for, to make sure nothing happens to her," he tried to reassure her.

"But stuff does happen. She's been kidnapped already, a few times!"

He pouted. "We've always gotten her back again! It isn't like we willingly let her go charging into danger. We try to leave her behind where it's safe, but she's pretty stubborn. You should see how well she handles a rocket launcher, though."

Alley did not look impressed.

Throttle decided it was probably time to change the subject. "So, uh, Charley-girl tells us you're here to attend school," he began awkwardly, after a few long moments of silence.

She blinked. "Yes. College."

Aaaand, apparently she wasn't much of a talker. Or maybe she just didn't want to talk to him. While Charley had warmed right up to the trio—He supposed saving her life repeatedly within the first few hours of meeting probably had something to do with that—Alley still looked like she was ready to head for the hills.

For the love of Mars, what did it take to get this girl to relax? She was wound tighter than Vinnie on a sugar binge! Throttle drummed his fingers on the armrest again, considered whether he ought to go drag Charley back up, or even call his bros back … anything so he didn't have to be in this supremely awkward situation all by himself.

And then, a long, low growl greeted his sensitive ears. Alley blushed and clapped her arms across her stomach. He had to chuckle at the embarrassment on her face. "You hungry, huh?"

"No shit, Sherlock," she grumbled. "I didn't get around to breakfast yet."

He raised an eyebrow. Finally. A spark of something other than quivering terror. They were making progress! "You can go ahead and eat," he offered gallantly.

She slowly got to her feet. "You, um, you don't have to stay here. If you ... have other places you need to be." She sounded so hopeful.

And she'd just handed him the out he'd been so desperately wishing for! Why wasn't he scrambling to take it?

Maybe it was because he felt just a bit offended that she was still so eager to get rid of him.

Or maybe he was too distracted by the second tattoo he'd just spotted on the back of her neck; a larger, more colorful version of the one on her hand.

Then again, even that wasn't nearly as distracting as the way the thin strap of her fluttery, lacy, very girly top kept trying to slip down her shoulder. Or the way the tight black jean shorts she wore under it hugged her hips and butt. He gulped and quickly dropped his gaze, then blinked. Good grief, even her toenails were painted. A bright, glossy purple that matched the color of her shirt.

"Do … uh … do you want some?"

Throttle guiltily jerked his gaze to meet Alley's; apparently he'd been staring just a little too hard. She had set a glass casserole dish full of … something unfamiliar on the table, and was now regarding him with a questioning look. His nose twitched as the scent of cinnamon tickled his senses. "Sure," he agreed, before common sense could catch up with his brain. "Er, what is it?"

She tilted her head. "It's baked oatmeal. You've never eaten oatmeal before?"

"Can't say I have. We don't have oatmeal on Mars."

"Yes, but … Oh. You're why Charley keeps the fridge packed with soda and hot dogs, huh?"

He grinned. "Yeah. Good stuff, that. Can't get that on Mars, either."

She considered. "Is that really all you eat? It can't be good for you."

"Hasn't killed us yet," he replied with a chuckle.

She snorted. "Give it time. I'm sure your heart will give out eventually."

He scoffed. "Nah, we're made of stronger stuff than that."

Alley seemed to realize that she was fighting a losing battle. She simply shrugged, cut two large squares of the oatmeal and put them into shallow bowls. While they heated in the microwave, she dug around in the fridge and withdrew a fresh gallon of milk and a can of whipped cream. "I take mine with milk and cream," she told him. "You can try it with or without."

"Can't say I've ever had milk, either," he admitted, eyeballing the bottle with distaste.

She gaped. "Seriously? Not once?"

"There aren't a lot of milk-producing mammals on Mars," he explained. "Aside from us mice. And the rats. And the sand raiders. And maybe one or two other species that are usually too busy trying to eat us to let someone … eh…"

"Milk them?"

"Yeah. Ugh."

She actually cracked a smile at that. He noted that her teeth were shiny white, but a little crooked. She pulled a small glass out of the cabinet and poured it half-full of milk, offering it to him. He regarded it with a raised eyebrow. She raised hers in silent challenge. "Just try it. This came from a cow, incidentally."

"And that makes it better … how?" But he accepted the glass, because he was finally getting her to relax and didn't want to ruin it by being rude. Took a cautious sip. Let it roll around in his mouth a bit before swallowing. It was … not as horrible as expected. But it was an odd texture; kind of thick, with a faintly sweet taste. He could feel it coating his tongue and throat and wasn't sure he liked that. He also wasn't used to drinking anything that wasn't carbonated aside from water.

"So?"

"Eh. I think I prefer the root beer." But he finished the glass in two more gulps, because she was smiling at him again.

Her grin widened. "You've got a little…" She gestured at her mouth; he raised his hand and was embarrassed to find a ring of cream soaking the fur on his muzzle. "Don't worry. Milk mustaches are pretty normal for the uninitiated," she teased, taking the heated oatmeal from the microwave and sliding one of the bowls across the table to him. She added a bit of milk and a healthy dollop of whipped cream on top of hers, and dug in.

He followed her example and took a cautious bite; he had tried different Earth foods in the past, but most of them tended to be fried, grilled, and heavily seasoned. This, however, was surprisingly good. A faint flavor of cinnamon and what he assumed was the oats; without the milk and cream to sweeten it, it would have been pretty bland, actually. But it was warm, and filling. A good staple food (although still not as good as hot dogs). "That wasn't bad," he told her when he finished. "Thanks for the grub."

"Sure." She cleared the dishes, carrying them to the sink. He helped by putting the food back in the fridge, snatching a root beer with his tail before closing the door. He felt Alley's gaze on him, and found her watching his actions with a look of fascination. He set the root beer on the counter, then used his tail to turn on the faucet and grab the bottle of dish soap to squeeze some into the filling sink. Her eyes followed his every move.

"Your tail is prehensile?" she asked after a moment.

"You sound surprised."

"Well, uh, I guess because earth rodents don't have prehensile tails."

"Well, I'm a bit different from an earth rodent," he sniffed.

"Oh. I didn't mean-" She bit her lip and turned to the sink to begin washing out the bowls. He waited; he could feel her curiosity tickling along his senses. Now that the fear was fading, it was inevitably kicking in. "So, uh, can you do anything with that tail, or are you limited with its mobility?" she asked after a moment. "I mean, is it very strong?"

"Strong enough to lift a fully-grown mouse. Or a human," he replied. Although he wouldn't have chosen to use himself as a topic, at least she was starting to open up and talk. "Think of it as a third arm, or something. Losing a tail impacts a mouse as much as losing an arm or leg would impact a human."

She nodded, stacking the dishes in the drainer beside the sink. "And it doesn't hurt to lift something that heavy? I mean, your tail is attached directly to your spine, right? It doesn't put excess strain on your back or anything?"

"We develop very strong muscles from a very young age. Our backs are well-padded, don't worry." Throttle was surprised by Alley's blunt questioning. Charley had never asked them such things, in all the years she'd known them. Perhaps she felt such questions were too personal. He rather felt they were too personal, but he supposed he could put up with it. At least she was no longer screaming, or crying, or attempting to throw blunt objects at his head.

"Hey, guys. Anyone here?" Charley's voice drifted from the direction of the living room, making them both jump in surprise.

Throttle felt a rush of relief at her appearance. It was about time! "In here," he called, and a moment later she appeared in the doorway. She took everything in with a raised eyebrow, then tossed him a catty grin. "Well, isn't this the cozy little domestic scene. Getting along, are we?"

He was glad for his thick fur at times like these, when it felt like his whole head might erupt in flame. "Sure. Piece of cake." He shrugged, attempting to affect casual aloofness. "She fed me and everything."

"There's still some oatmeal left in the fridge if you want any," Alley put in. "I can make more tomorrow. I bought fresh ingredients yesterday."

Charley straightened, looking back and forth between Alley and a highly-embarrassed mouse. "Wait. You fed Throttle," she repeated.

Alley blinked at her. "Uh-huh."

"You fed him oatmeal."

Throttle scowled at her; she ignored him.

"Yeeeees," Alley replied slowly, looking confused. "And half a glass of milk."

Charley slumped against the counter, one hand dramatically clutching her heart. "I don't believe it. I've spent years trying to get these macho mice to eat anything resembling health food, and you somehow manage it within the first half hour of meeting them!" She reached across the counter and clutched a very confused Alley's hands in hers. "Please. I must know your secret!"

Throttle growled, trying to sound annoyed despite the grin that kept twitching at his mouth. He whipped his tail around to give Charley a playful smack on the rear, making her yelp and laugh. "Don't go getting any ideas, now. I was just bein' polite!"

#biker mice from mars #bmfm fanfiction #humor #romance #Charley #Throttle #Vinnie #Modo #Stoker #Original characters

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ratretro · 6 years

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NaLu Reincarnation AU - When I See You Again

Title: When I See You Again

Pairing: NaLu

Prompt: Reincarnation AU

Rating: M;

None of these characters are owned by me, they are all owned by the wonderful Hiro Mashima!

A/N:

Small angst sorry not sorry but its okay I promise

THIS IS FOR @lucielhyung‘s BIRTHDAY

HERE’S A GIFT FROM ME TO YOU AND I HOPE IT’S A GREAT BIRTHDAY

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She’d always loved the stars above her, and they had always been her security. Nights with her mother flashed through her mind; sitting on the cliffside while they stargazed. Her mother teaching her exactly where Aquarius shone in the blanket of midnight. It was the first teachings required to become a Celestial Spirit user since she’d be the one to call the zodiac from their place in the sky someday.

This was the first life she’d had the power to call upon the stars. Magic was common in each of her previous lives, but she always had a very basic capability. Like wind, or fire. One time she could even control nature itself. This one, though, was new to her. She’d never even heard of this power before this life, but hey, you learn something new every time you’re reincarnated. Right?

Lucy wasn’t particularly interested in this life. Her father, Jude Ashley, was the same as every other ‘Jude’. Even though her multiple fathers had different names they were essentially the same person. Her mother would die. They would change. An endless warped cycle. She grunted as she hoisted herself to the edge of her window and jumped. She landed in the bushes – just like every other time – and then went on her way to her most precious spot.

Natsu hadn’t noticed the silence from her room as anything unusual, she was actually such a quiet girl that he found it hard to leave her alone. He wanted to hear the woman’s voice as more than just a hushed whisper, or a greeting. In fact, he hated not being able to talk to her, but if her father caught wind of her being friendly with him then he’d strike them both down. He couldn’t risk her in this life, he’d already done it in their last.

He started to tap his foot after a while at the irritating silence. By now, he could normally hear the sound of her quill running across paper while she focused on her writing with incredible intensity. But tonight? Silence. What he wouldn’t give for the girl under his protection to be normal. She wasn’t. However, he’d known every one of her lives before now and she was rowdy in all of them. He wanted to run into her room to make sure she was even there, but it was the middle of the night. What would the staff think if he wandered into her room this late?

They’d think he was a pervert. A long, drawn-out sigh escaped his lips as he thought of Ms. Spetto spending at least an hour scolding him about going into a young lady’s chambers after hours. If she wasn’t there though, that would be even worse than the rumours he could decline if her father asked about it.

His hands hovered around the doorknob, and his adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped. He was really testing his luck like this. What would he risk to ensure she was safe in her room? Everything, even his life.

The hinges squeaked as he slowly pushed the door open to reveal the bedroom he had never seen. He put ‘oil hinges’ on his list of things to do at a later time, but continued to his goal. Two things stood out: the room was decked out in pink, and it was empty. She wasn’t in her goddamned chambers. A vein popped in his forehead as he shut the doors behind him. At this point in time, Natsu Dragion was absolutely pissed off at his employer. Still, he needed to find her, and damn it he needed to find her yesterday. He rushed to the open window and peered down hoping to find something. Anything.

Below him, there were a few crushed shrubs which quickly alerted him to her escape being a jump from the window. Was she trying to get herself killed? He cursed but followed her trail by making that very same jump. Quickly, he moved through the courtyard to her favourite rose garden (the one thing he knew of because she made him go ALL THE TIME) and began searching every nook and cranny. Nothing. He moved on to the next thing he could think of: the other rose garden. Why did this property have to be so large?

�� He was starting to think that he should have made friends with her sooner. He should have made any kind of connection, because in moments like this if he knew a single thing about her in the current timeline then he’d know where she was. Instead, he was stuck rushing and praying to have just a little bit of her luck.

Luck. Lucy hated her nickname. ‘Lucky’ Lucy Ashley. It disgusted her to hear those words from anyone, and when he did it.. well it was like a raging fire had been triggered. Funny, because he was the fire mage this time, but she thought she’d set him ablaze right where he stood. Here he was talking to her like they were friends for the first time they’d met in this life.

Wind rushed through her blonde hair, but she held her ground and stood on that cliff staring into the starry sky above. Her mother would know what to do. Her mother would soothe her, and then she’d tell her the best way to talk to him. Or just to talk to anyone. She knew ‘prim and proper’ like the back of her hand, but she didn’t know ‘Lucy’. All she knew were the Lucy’s before her. And the training her father gave for this life; still, she couldn’t figure out which Lucy she should be this time.

It was annoying, to say the least. Maybe she should just – just try and talk to him properly. That was a good idea. That was a realistic goal. She could just talk to him. Maybe. Her cheeks flushed at the thought, and she internally cringed at the idea. Why was this so hard anyway? They’d met in every other lifetime before, and yet they couldn’t seem to get it together in this one.

“Lucy!” the shout had clearly caught her off guard as she flinched at the sound. Natsu was just happy to have found her. He stopped to catch his breath, and when he finally looked up his breath hitched. She was bathed in the light of the full moon that shone above her. It was like she was a blank canvas, and someone had painted over her using the shine of the stars. Her blonde hair was now a shade of soft white, while her skin was as pale as snow in the winter. Her nightgown was the purest white, and it made her look like a ghost. Wait; was she a ghost?

“Please tell me I haven’t been guarding a ghost this entire time?” these were the first words he’d spoken to her that weren’t orders from her father. The blonde burst into laughter and held her sides tightly to control the shaking of her body.

“What? No, of course not!” what was he even talking about? It was then, that Lucy realized how she must look in her white nightgown.

“Oh! I get it.” She clapped her hands together and then nodded to him in understanding.

“Thank god.” A large sigh of relief passed through his body before the anger took over.

“What the hell are you doing out here!?” his voice boomed around her and echoed even over the waves of the ocean behind her. She ‘urked’ and moved back a step.

“I—”

“You were being reckless is what!” he cut her off before she could finish her statement.

“Do you know how—”

“Shut up!” she screamed at him, and he halted. He’d never heard her be so loud before. It was enough to throw him off the pace of his own tirade. He didn’t even move to speak again. He just waited in the deafening silence. He wanted to hear more of her.

“What do you even know! We’re not friends. I just wanted to see the damn stars!” her response wasn’t exactly in order, but right now that wasn’t exactly the issue for Lucy.

“See the stars?” he looked up to the dark sky to find it blanketed in the light of a million shining dots. A mixture of white, purple, and black laid out above him, and it was such a beautiful sight that he froze. He took every single detail into his memory.

“Beautiful, right? This is the best view on castle grounds.” She was staring back up into space just to breathe it all in again.

“Why not tell me then? We coulda just come here without me havin’ ta search everywhere.” He was still pissed, but his tone had simmered down to mild aggravation.

“Would you have listened?” it wasn’t meant to be spiteful – it was a genuine question.

“Well yeah. Why wouldn’t I? Ya just gotta speak up.” He used his thumb to gesture upward a few times.

“Do I really talk that low?” she wasn’t mumbling, nor did she sound like ‘Lucky’ Lucy Ashley. To him, at that moment, she sounded like the regular Lucy.

“Yeah, you’re weird. Everyone talks so loud, but you never talk higher than a whisper.” He wouldn’t say it, but sometimes it was annoying. Plus, her father’s orders had him limited in how to speak with her. In this instance, he just hoped to get her back in her room before someone noticed they were missing.

“Sorry, must be a habit. Next time I want to come out here I’ll let you know. But don’t tell my dad! He doesn’t like when I come here.” She stood still, looking away from him to the point that a light shadow covered her face. She looked… sad to him.

“Why?” it was a simple question. So, she gave a simple answer.

“My mother used to bring me here when I was little. He’s been different since she passed away.” She hoped he’d draw his own conclusion on her father’s idiocy.

“Sorry.” Was all he said. He’d heard stories of her father before and after the incident that left her mother ill and dying. Before seemed better than after. She was young when it happened, so it must be a hard hit for her in the long run.

“It’s fine.” It wasn’t. She wouldn’t say that out loud though.

“Well, let’s get back, alright? If Ms. Spetto catches you alone at night with me I’ll never hear the end of it.” He rubbed the back of his head as she chuckled.

“She’ll give you ‘the talk’.” He found that he liked her when she teased him. It was better to see her relaxed than to see her tense and boring.

“Anything but that.” He whined loudly as they walked side-by-side back to the castle.

“Hey, if ya talk like normal I think we might actually get back without anyone noticing we were even gone.”

“Rude! I talk loud enough!” she wasn’t about to shout so close to the castle, but she at least talked loud enough to hear.

“Oh? Do ya? Is that why ya had to talk louder on purpose?” he was teasing back, she realized. She liked this. She liked their dynamic right now.

“I did not. You idiot.” She muttered.

“What’s that? I couldn’t hear you over the sound of me being right.” He ran ahead of her as she tried to kick him in the face but ultimately missed.

“Hey, if you’re not careful I’ll see your panties. Pervert.” Her face flared a deep red that mimicked the shade of the roses in the garden. He liked it.

“Pervert!? You’re the pervert. I bet you went into my room, and that’s how you knew I was gone. What were you planning? Going into a girls’ room in the middle of the night.” This time he flinched and looked away from her. It was the exact same thought he’d had, but he wasn’t going to mention that.

“I wanted to see if it was a disaster, and oh yeah! Check to see if someone went missing. God, almost forgot that part.” Pink flashed in his memory, and he shivered.

“I’ve never seen so much pink in my life.” He whispered as if he was having some horrific back flash.

“Your hair is pink!”

“It’s not pink, it’s salmon.” He crossed his arms over his chest and kept walking. Was he being serious? She decided, yes – yes he was.

That was the start of their relationship. It began on that cliff and ended on that cliff. Their last act as a couple was a soft kiss under the stars before they were torn apart. Before her dad decided to end the life of her lover.

If she had the chance to do it all over again she’d choose him every time. Even now, under that brilliant sunlight in that foreboding atrium as his death loomed in front of them -- she knew she’d still choose him. Her eyes locked onto his; milk chocolate meeting mint. Her gaze softened, and she saw relief in his eyes. They hadn’t seen each other since they were torn apart under the stars she used to gaze at with her mother. Now, under these circumstances, it was strange to see that bright smile on his features. Seeing him in front of her on his way to death’s door caused a deep ache in her heart.

“Dad! Dad, please! I’ll do whatever you say, just don’t take him!” her voice was raw as she screamed her compromise. As she willed with her entire being that he’d accept her request. That he’d see it from her side just this once. There was no response as her father gave his hand signal to commence the execution.

“It’ll be fine. When I see ya again, I’m gonna win ya over with my charm just like I did this time.” His smirk was cocky even as tears stained her cheeks. Even as his life came to an end in front of her eyes. Blood stained the ground where his body lay, and a choked scream left her throat.

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A scream filled the room as the blonde shot up in the comfort of her bed. She’d had that same dream more than once. ‘Leftovers’ she’d called them; straight from her past life. She had many past lives under her belt, and in every one of them, she fell in love with him. The worst life she’d lived was the life where she was a princess in a castle, and her lover was the man with pink hair. She chuckled softly in her bed, and her cheeks warmed as memories of him flashed in her mind.

“It’ll be fine. When I see ya again, I’m gonna win ya over with my charm just like I did this time.”

The worst memory was brought to the forefront, and she held her head in her hands to steady her breathing. Some days were worse than others. Normally, that memory only pained her during the days when the sun was overbearing, and yet today the clouds covered any threat of that yellow hellscape making the light seeping through her blinds a shade of grey. It gave her some relief to see that today would be calm, but it came with the con of rain. There were pros and cons to everything, she knew that better than anyone.

As soon as she relaxed she pushed herself from bed to continue her day as she typically would. Getting dressed. Eating breakfast. Having her driver take her to campus. In this world she was normal. Well, as normal as the heiress of the Heartfilia Railways could be.

It appeared that no matter what life she was in she’d have an overbearing, negligent father, and a life of money and solitude. She even had the stupid nickname from back then. ‘Lucky’ Lucy Heartfilia. Luck didn’t save him. The only real change was her last name, and of course the time frame she lived in. She slammed the car door shut with a quick wave to Loke. At least, she had Loke, and Capricorn, all over again; they even took the same roles they’d had in her life as a princess.

She gasped for air as she ran through campus hoping she’d make it to her first class. Unfortunately, she was already lost on the large campus, and there was no sign of building ‘H’. This must’ve been what Natsu felt like when he searched the castle grounds to find her. In this situation, building ‘H’ was that cliff under the stars.

Except, at this rate, she’d never find the damn thing. She needed to find a place out of the way where she could check her map. It was then, that Lucy passed by a man with the brightest pink hair. Her entire body came to a halt as she whirled around. The man never turned back, and she didn’t move from that spot. She wanted the man to turn around, and look her way. She wanted him to say her name, but her throat was dry, and she couldn’t bear to hang on to false hope.

Besides, anyone could dye their hair pink.

As soon as her back had turned to him, he turned around to stare at the blonde. He’d seen the flash of golden hair and fought his entire body from turning to face her. He wanted to make the girl notice him, but it would be just another frightened woman on his list of ‘girls I thought were my lover from a past life’. He felt blessed to have been born with pink hair, and not have to spend the rest of his life keeping up with that kind of maintenance. He rubbed the back of his head after a moment of waiting to see if she’d turned around, and when she never did he continued his search.

Building ‘H’ was decidedly the worst building he’d ever had the displeasure of looking for. It was even worse than the time he’d searched the castle grounds for Lucy, and instead, she was on a damn cliff looking at the stars. He groaned loudly as he dug into his backpack for the map he’d haphazardly thrown into it. There! He began to quickly analyze the paper in front of him. Building ‘H’ was apparently back the way he’d come, and then he’d have to cross the bridge that crossed over the small pond.

Seemed easy enough. He bolted back the way he’d come while simultaneously shoving the map back in his pack. The bridge creaked under his weight, and he slowed down his pace as he panicked at the thought of breaking that old, wooden crossover. How did students manage to not freak out going over this thing at the same time when classes let out? Whatever. That wasn’t exactly important right now.

He lifted his arm to his face as he kept a light jog, and checked the time. It read: 11:46 A.M. Great. The class would be over in 15 minutes, and this was the first day. Was there even a point to going now? Not really. He groaned loudly before looking just in time to collide with another human rushing. He finally made it to building ‘H’ just to knock someone over. It was then that Natsu Dragneel realized this would be the worst semester of his life.

“Sorry!”

“Sorry!” the voices overlapped each other with their apologies. Perhaps, they both weren’t looking, he mused to himself. He checked the ground around him to make sure he hadn’t dropped anything. He didn’t see any items from his end, or theirs, so that was a plus.

“Sorry about that. I should have been watching where I was going.” It was a female voice. Crap, he’d knocked over a girl.

“Nah, I’m sorry are you… ok..a.y?” his voice trailed off as their eyes finally met. Amber collided with emerald, and both gasped.

“Natsu?” the blonde pointed at him as she paused from dusting off her brown skirt.

“Lucy?” he was staring at her. Really, truly staring at her. It was like someone had punched him in the gut, and he could barely breathe as they took each other in.

Lucy was on the brink of tears, and Natsu was about two steps away from crying himself. Instead, he laughed. At first, Lucy was going to yell at him or chide him, anything for laughing at such a serious moment; until she caught that memorable smile. She couldn’t possibly be mad at that smile, so she laughed too. They laughed for what felt like an eternity before they finally ran out of breath and started gasping for air instead.

“I told ya, didn’t I? That I’d see ya again.”

“Yeah, you did.” She wiped at the tears threatening her eyes until his thumb began to rub them from her cheeks.

“I always keep my promises.” He wasn’t supposed to be making her cry. This was supposed to be a joyful meeting. A reunion. This was their happy ending.

“Yeah. We’ll be together forever, right?” This was her promise to him. She touched the hand on her cheek, and a small smile graced her lips.

“You’re always right.” He snickered but touched his forehead to hers. Just as they did in every lifetime. They’d always find each other again.

A/N:

Aight dope done. So, for her previous life I decided to use the Edolas last names to have a distinction between the two lives

Anyways here we go! This is my friend’s birthday gift! I’m glad I was able to get it done in a day instead of 4 lmao

#lucielhyung #lucy heartfilia #natsu dragneel #nalu #nalu ff #fairy tail #ft #bae #dorkneel #otp: welcome home #fairy tail ff #reincarnation au #my writing

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eunnieboo · 7 years

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ask replies!

it’s been a while since i’ve done one of these!! i'm like a dragon sitting on its hoard except my hoard is a pile of beautiful asks. thank you as always for these messages! you guys are absolute sweethearts and it’s so warm and humbling reading through these when i’m feeling blue.

on that note, i did make a curiouscat account! i’m so bad at answering tumblr asks - i can never guarantee that they’ll be answered on time, if at all >< if you want a prompt response this will be your best bet!

1. gosh thank you so much!! i feel like i’m constantly inspired by independent artists these days, but if i had to choose influences that were there from the very beginning, yoshihiko umakoshi and CLAMP are ones that come to mind :>

2. i think i touched on this briefly in my faq! but i’m honestly not sure just bc i don’t know what knowledge i could offer - i’m not too hot at explaining the reasoning behind why i do things... a simple walkthrough of my drawing process is what i’d be comfortable with, most likely! something to think about if i ever opened a patreon 👀 ✨

3. omg you’re totally fine anon! my icon is from a later season of ojamajo doremi, my favorite magical girl anime! actually now that we’re on the subject, i REALLY encourage everybody to read this article about it!!! it talks about what makes doremi so special, the staff behind production - it sums up what i love about the series in a much more eloquent way ♥

4. oh gosh! i don’t think i’m well known enough for that haha~ maybe someday?!

5. AHH ANON YOU MAKE MY HEART SING!!! asking about my ocs omg i’m slain. lana is from a very old story of mine - she was a side character suffering from an illness that kept her bedridden most of her life. iirc her disfiguration was an accident when she was younger.. she got something in her eye that blinded her and she tried to claw it out in a panic. she later gains transformative / regenerative abilities that grant her wish to look “beautiful” but after realizing her powers are temporary, she becomes desperate to keep them no matter the cost...

she’s ok in the end tho!!

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1. ooommggGGG... T_______T thank you so much!! i’m floored

2. oh my gosh i just love hearing about people using my art as their desktop / phone backgrounds! what a treat <3 thank you so much ahh goodness

3. omg THANK YOU ANON!!

4. NOW THAT’S WHAT I LIKE TO HEAR (thank you forever!!!) 💖

@0xalis: oh my goodness thank YOU for sending such a lovely ask! what the heckie TvT i just love drawing characters. i know i still have a lot to learn, but that’s the fun part! let’s keep improving every day!! )9

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1. um no offense but i also love you ♥

2. !!! omgjfhgjfh thank u... blushes

3. ok anon but i’m warning you when i have cold fingers i WILL be sticking them on your neck to leech all ur warmth~

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1. technically i have, at my bfa exhibition haha! we had a pop-up shop available so i drew a set of miniprints to promote a game demo i made as my senior project. i still have a bunch left over from then, golly... thank you so much tho waaa!

2. ahh not yet! i really want to make one tho! i’m leaning towards using tictail or storenvy when the time comes. thanks for your interest!

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The Small Agra Treasure

Day 17 of Holmes for the Holidays

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Today’s Prompt: The secret adventures of Mary Morstan (from Wordwielder).

Note: There were some technical difficulties with Tumblr yesterday that prevented me from posting, so today is going to be a double-header.

It was around tea time. Mrs. Mary Watson was in the sitting room, reading and sipping at a cup of tea when she heard a sharp rapping at the door. The maid went to answer it, and Mary put aside her novel and stood to greet their visitor - no doubt a patient looking for her husband, who was at the moment out on his rounds, but would return soon.

To her surprise, a young woman strode into the sitting room and took Mary’s hands.

“Liza!” Mary exclaimed with a smile. “What are you doing here?”

“Won’t you come away with us for the week?” Liza asked. “Will and I are visiting some friends of his in the countryside again, and I can’t bear to go alone. He insisted I come, but they want nothing to do with women there. If you join us, we two can make some sport of our own and maybe you’ll give me the courage to talk some sense into him. I know he means well, but he can be so daft sometimes.”

“Of course! It can be just as lonely in London as the countryside, this way we’ll both have some company. Let me leave a note for John and I’ll pack my bags.”

It was with some girlish excitement that they hurried upstairs to the bedroom, where Mary threw some dresses into a suitcase, and then they were off with but a moment’s notice on what, to Mary, was an impromptu adventure.

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“I really don’t know what to do, Mary,” Liza said as they sat side by side in a cab on their way to the station. “I’m at my wit’s end! Will puts on a brave face, but I can see he just doesn’t want to worry me about it. I’m afraid any day now we’ll be turned out onto the street. If only I was the benefactor of some mysterious treasure, but the closest my father has gotten to buried treasure is the cellar.”

"I would offer you a pearl, but I fear the Agra treasure is scattered in the Thames," Mary said with a comforting hand on her friend's arm.

"I know. And I wouldn't ask you to part with it. I could just do with a little treasure of my own." Liza let out a sigh and both women leaned back in their seats, each lost in their own thoughts.

Suddenly, Mary exclaimed, “Liza! Perhaps the Agra treasure is not entirely lost! Mr. Small dumped the chest into the Thames, but what if not all of the treasure was in the chest. We know Mr. Bartholomew Sholto had a miserly vein, like his father. Is it not conceivable that he had already hid away some of the treasure, especially if he knew his brother wanted to share it?”

“If he had hidden it away, how would you begin to know where to look?” Liza asked, barely able to conceal her excitement at the prospect.

“If his father found it fit to hide it for so long in Pondicherry Lodge, I don’t see why his son would be any different.”

“Oh, it would be wonderful! Just imagine it! What would you do with all those jewels? The men wouldn’t miss us, you know.”

“I suppose we could pay Mr. Thaddeus Sholto a visit,” Mary said with a smile.

“Take us to Pondicherry Lodge,” Liza instructed the cabby. “Oh, this is so exciting! Like a treasure hunt right out of a novel!”

“John has been saying he’ll write up our adventure with Mr. Sherlock Holmes one day, perhaps we can give him an epilogue.”

“Perfect!” Liza declared.

They chatted eagerly about the romantic prospect of treasure all the way to their destination. At last they sent the cabby with their luggage on to the station and made their way up to the doors of the grand house. In the bright light of day, it did not look like the house of tragedy Mary had visited on that fateful night, but it was still with some trepidation that she knocked upon the door.

Thaddeus Sholto’s Indian servant led them inside to meet the new master of the house. There was now no doubt to whom it belonged. What had once been ill-kept and threadbare was now covered in rich curtains and tapestries, intercut with paintings and vases. The contents of Mr. Sholto’s cramped oasis in the heart of London comfortably spread out to cover the large house.

Mr. Sholto himself met them in the sitting room, still as nervous as ever, repeating everything he said at least twice, if not more. “Mrs. Watson, what a pleasure. It’s so good of you to come. What brings you here?”

“My friend and I were discussing that ill-fated Agra treasure and I could not but wonder if perhaps there were a few jewels that had escaped falling into the Thames after all, and we just had to know for sure,” Mary explained.

“What do you mean?” he exclaimed, rubbing his hands together in nervous excitement.

“Do you think it might be possible that your poor brother managed to hide some jewels away before Mr. Small took the chest?”

Mr. Sholto leaped to his feet. “That would be just like him! Oh, he must have! We must search the entire house!”

“Do you know where he might have hid them?” Mary attempted to pre-empt Mr. Sholto from tearing the house apart.

“I don’t know! I don’t know!”

“Wasn’t the treasure found in some sort of secret attic?” Liza asked. “Or maybe he buried it on the grounds.”

“No, no, no. He can’t have buried it, and the attic room was searched so thoroughly after the treasure was stolen.”

“Well, maybe there’s some clue up there,” Mary suggested. “After all, they weren’t looking for a few hidden jewels.”

“Maybe you’re right. We must see for certain!” Mr. Sholto exclaimed and led them up into the living quarters of the house without any further ado.

Mary and Liza exchanged excited smiles as their treasure hunt began in earnest.

The room had once been a chemical laboratory, but had since been converted to a storage room.

“I can hardly bear to come in here after the terrible tragedy,” Mr. Sholto explained. “I would have never thought to search, but you must be right!”

He opened the secret door to the little attic and the ladies scrambled inside. They examined the walls, the floorboards, the ceiling. Between the three of them they must have checked every inch at least twice by the time they gave up in defeat and at last descended back into the house proper.

“I could have sworn you were onto something, Mary,” Liza said, as they sat in the storeroom catching their breath. “But it has been fun treasure hunting.”

Mary nodded, but her mind was elsewhere. “Once the little attic was discovered, it’s the first place anyone would look, isn’t it?”

Liza nodded.

“That doesn’t make it a very good hiding spot. Maybe he put the jewels somewhere else. He could have stowed them away in here, near where he was keeping the treasure. With the treasure there, no one would spare a thought to look anywhere else.”

“It’s worth a shot,” Liza said and stood as she started to get her second wind.

Mr. Sholto called his servant to help them move the boxes and furniture as they combed through the room.

Suddenly, Liza exclaimed, “I found something!”

The others helped her pry open a floorboard and buried underneath was a small satchel, heavy for its size. Mr. Sholto did the honor of drawing out the contents; a small handful of priceless jewels and gold.

“It belongs to you,” he exclaimed, thrusting the bag at Mary.

She shook her head. “I don’t really need any jewels. John’s practice does well enough.”

“I couldn’t in good conscience use them after all my family has cost you,” he insisted.

Mary glanced between Mr. Sholto and her friend. “Liza, you should take one. After all, we wouldn’t have found them if not for you.”

“I couldn’t!”

Mary picked a jewel from the pile and handed it to her friend. “For a rainy day. Just in case.” She turned to Mr. Sholto. “I don’t have a use for them, but maybe someday someone else will. Could you hold on to them for me? I wouldn’t want to worry my dear John with it.”

“Of course,” Mr. Sholto said.

“Are you sure?” Liza asked, still staring at the little crystal in her hands. “Who knows what these jewels are worth.”

“I hope you never need to find out,” Mary said. “And take it as my thanks for encouraging this adventure of our own.”

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