#to the shick of no one i did write more in this than i thought i would

[tanoraqui]

There actually are enough good fics about postcanon tentative reforging of assorted pairs and even the whole of the Gusu Summer School No Brain Cell Trio to satisfy my niche itch, so pls enjoy these stray snippets of a fic I don't have to write:

Nothing would've happened if the cultivation conference wasn't at Cloud Recesses. But it was, Cloud Recesses with its pale stone and gracefully winding walkways and too many memories, including Lan Xichen sitting the whole thing out in seclusion somewhere... If it'd been at the Unclean Realm, Nie Huaisang would've been busy and if it'd been at Carp Tower the memories only would've been manageably bad, and if it was Lotus Pier or one of many smaller sects, it would've been...fine. Just fine.

But it was Cloud Recesses this year, this first conference since Jin Guangyao's downfall, and specifically it was half past ten at night, and Nie Huaisang was wandering the elegant pathways with a mostly full jar of wine in one hand. The previous jar, now entirely empty, had been left back in his room. He was a Nie, so he was only half as drunk as he'd always used to pretend at these things - but at least twice as drunk as he'd ever actually been.

After da-ge's death, of course. Before that, he used to get plenty drunk. Playfully drunk. With friends.

It would be a terrible idea for him to go appear on Lan Xichen's doorstep. Neither of them was ready for that yet.

So he appeared on Jiang Cheng's.

[ . . . ]

"Fine." Nie Huaisang pouted and turned. "I'll go ask Wei-xiong - "

And Jiang Cheng was easy, he was so easy, he'd always been easy, the only new thing is the faintest edge of wariness to his fury -

He grabbed Nie Huaisang's elbow in a flash and snapped, "Ugh, fine, I'll go - but I'm holding the wine."

Nie Huaisang laughed and handed it over. Jiang Cheng immediately took a deep swig.

[ . . . ]

It must've been a quiet night at the Jingshi. Wei Wuxian's sleeping robes didn't look the least bit hastily pulled on, and his lips were only the slightest bit red and puffy.

[ . . . ]

[for the record, this takes place in a book-show postcanon fusion wherein immediately post-Guanyin Temple, WWX and LWJ ran off to fuck in the bushes at least once a day for as long as possible, but in their absence, various sect leaders voted that Lan Wangji should be Chief Cultivator now, and alas some messenger caught up with them about six months into their honeymoon. Definitely caught them in flagrante delicto. Tragic for all. I’d probably communicate all this hereish somehow. It was definitely NHS who finally tipped someone off on how to actually find them.]

[ . . . ]

"Yes, yes, I'm coming," Wei Wuxian said, with a lidded look at Nie Huaisang, and Nie Huaisang burst into a giggles because the two most unequivocally lethal people he knew were afraid to leave each other alone with him, and it was satisfying to be recognized but also what's he going to do, personally? Cry at them? It'd taken him years to destroy Jin Guangyao, and at this point it'd take him months, if not years again to re-destroy the Yiling Patriarch, much less Sandu Shengshou. Especially when they both kept doing things like watching each others backs while pretending they weren't.

[ . . . ]

"Of course we need more!" Wei Wuxian declared. "This isn't even Emperor's Smile!"

[ . . . ]

"It's just a rat or something," Jiang Cheng scoffed.

"So?!" Wei Wuxian cried grandly. "Are we not noble cultivators? Is it not our duty to investigate this woman's complaint, and to slay whatever monster plagues her good inn’s wonderful cellar, whether deathly or monstrous or rodential it be?" He turned to Nie Huaisang and begged, "Help me out, Nie-xiong. You agree with me, right?"

Nie Huaisang clutched his cup against his chest, eyes wide, and shook his head in sharp jerks. "I don't know! I don't know!"

Wei Wuxian laughed and elbowed him in the side.

[ . . . ]

[while waiting for Wei Wuxian to send some sort of signal]

"You know I don't bear any grudge against Jin Ling, right?"

Jiang Cheng's impatient glare snapped to him, darkening with threat; his hand shifted on Sandu's hilt toward a drawing position. "What?"

"I don't bear any sort of grudge against Jin Ling," Nie Huaisang repeated, holding only the last jar of Emperor's Smile. "That's why you've been side-eyeing me all night, right? All conference." He took another sip (it really was the best!) and added recklessly, "If I wanted Jin Ling dead and disgraced, or all Carp Tower burned to ash, they already would be."

Sandu slid an inch out of its scabbard and Nie Huaisang watch it with fascinated curiosity. From a greater distance, he wondered if that was entirely healthy.

"What about Lotus Pier?" Jiang Cheng asked abruptly.

It took Nie Huaisang a blinking moment to focus on him.

"What about Lotus Pier?"

Jiang Cheng sat beside him on the cold earth and yanked the jar out of his hands, cruelly before Nie Huaisang could take another sip.

"Where's your grand terrible vengeance against me and mine? I get it, but if you're being honest for once right now, you could at least tell me when it's going to hit, and how."

"What?" Nie Huaisang pushed himself against his tree trunk, genuinely confused. "Why would i have a terrible vengeance planned against you?"

"I benefitted from Nie Mingjue's death, didn't I?" Jiang Cheng took another swig of wine of his own, and swung the jar illustratively. "My disciples have hunted in your territory while you 'weren't paying attention.' I absolutely fleeced you in that trade deal four years ago. And I worked with that bastard as much as anyone but Lan Xichen, especially on those damn watchtowers, and you broke him. So when's it my turn?" He pointed at Nie Huaisang, finger only wavering slightly. “If you fuck with Jin Ling, Wei Wuxian, or my sect, I will fuck you back.”

"You- oh, gimme that. Gimme. Gimme!" Nie Huaisang leaned forward and tried to grab the wine jar, and more importantly whined until Jiang Cheng handed it to him.

He stared at it for a moment, thrust it back and ordered, “Drink,” without letting it go, and once Jiang Cheng had dutifully tilted it back, pulled it back and slugged down the last swallows. He needed more alcohol for this much honesty, and so did Jiang Cheng.

He set the jar down very carefully, because the ground seemed to be moving, and leaned forward with even more care. He enunciated clearly, “Everyone fleeced me, and hunted in my territory, and I acsh- ass- let them. Why would I expect you to go looking for trouble with Jin Guangyao, when he had your heart locked in a box in his treasure room?”

Jiang Cheng, who was a respected master of all five arts but probably hadn’t actually read poetry for fun since an instructor had officially declared him as such, and who was himself at least a full wine jar in, squinted in angry confusion.

Nie Huaisang rolled his eyes. “He had final say over where and how Jin Ling spent his time, and could’ve tried to poison him against you. What would you have even have done if I had come complaining?”

Jiang Cheng’s face only fell further, with the very sort of drunken moroseness Nie Huaisang was out here to avoid.

Nie Huaisang attempted to swap him sharply. He failed on both the swap and the sharpness. 

“Stoppit! Stop thinking you’re not useful! You weren’t! I needed to pry er-ge away from him and for that only Lan Wangji would work, and I needed someone to watch his back through thick and deadly thin, and to be so disruptive that even Meng Yao couldn’t...circle, sneaky, planning...”

They were waiting for the pulse of a light talisman from the other tunnel entrance, half a mile away. There was a small but very bright explosion. laced with resentful as well as spiritual energy.

“Motherfucker!” Jiang Cheng cursed, leaping to his feet and drawing Sandu in one hideously coordinated motion. 

“Just Lan Wangji, I think,” Nie Huaisang said, because Nie Mingjue himself couldn’t have stopped him. He groped for his own weapons - fan, check; wine jar - 

“Oh no!” 

“What?”  Jiang Cheng snapped, as he bent and dragged Nie Huaisang to his feet with one hand. (Hideously coordinated. Sword people, honestly...)

“He’s going to be so mad that we finished the wine without him!”

[ . . . ]

[three grown-ass men, two sect leaders and one Yiling Patriarch, flying at high speed through Caiyi Town on one sword, all screaming. Nie Huaisang is clinging to Wei Wuxian; Wei Wuxian is flinging to Jiang Cheng, a little bit to Nie Huaisang, and most importantly to a chicken, Jiang Cheng is flying the sword. There is a bedsheet draped over all of them from where they ran into a laundry line. It’s 2am. Again I say, all are screaming]

[ . . . ]

[it probably wasn’t a rat - not just one, at least. Wei Wuxian does something incredibly clever, possibly including a creative use of that bedsheet; Jiang Cheng singlehandedly defeats something in combat, probably after he and Wei Wuxian shove each other out of the way of blows without either of them acknowledging it. Nie Huaisang shoves them both under cover and then with perfect professionalism tells whoever came to check on the ruckus that they handled the problem exactly as planned with absolutely no involvement of alcohol, and the Chief Cultivator will foot the bill for the unfortunately absolutely necessary property damage. Overall, they did handle the problem, but the local cryptid they were chasing will only have its reputation swelled and its continued existence assumed by all locals. it is possible that they themselves made this cryptid up two decades ago, but idk how heavy-handed we want to be.]

[ . . . ]

Nie Huaisang was leaning heavily on Wei Wuxian by the time they got back to the guest quarters. He could hold his alcohol, he was a goddamn Nie, and frankly he’d had it adrenalined out of him at least twice this evening. But he’d also had rather a lot, and he didn’t have Jiang Cheng’s golden core or Wei Wuxian’s blithe lack of sleep schedule. 

“I missed this,” he admitted, head on Wei Wuxian’s (Mo Xuanyu’s) shoulder while Jiang Cheng opened the door.

Wei Wuxian leaned his head on Nie Huaisang’s. “Me too.”

“You’re both fucking annoying,” Jiang Cheng grouched, which meant, Me too.

Wei Wuxian stripped off Nie Huaisang’s muddy outer robe and tucked him into bed, and Jiang Cheng poured a glass of water from the pitcher by the door, drank it, poured another, scowled at Wei Wuxian for a moment, and set it on the bedside table. Wei Wuxian glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, finished with Nie Huaisang and started backing out of the room.

Nie Huaisang sat up more or less abruptly. “Both of you have got to stop that bullshit. I miss my brothers, okay? I’d I had a second chance...” He sagged back down with the plural, and flung an arm over his damp eyes. There was a glimmer in the sky; it’d be morning by Lan standards soon. “I fucking miss them.”

“...Ah,” said Wei Wuxian, who always spoke even when he didn’t know what to say.

“Yeah,” Jiang Cheng said abruptly, and, “Drink your fucking water.” And the door slammed behind him as he walked out.

[...a few lines of dialogue later...]

“Seriously, you can go.” Nie Huaisang flicked a few tired fingers in dismissal.

“Are you sure?” Wei Wuxian added with an audible smirk, “Because if I stay up for another half hour, I can wake Lan Zhan with a morning...big ol’...loving...”

Nie Huaisang finally adjusted his arm to crack one eye up at him.

“People usually cut me off before I get that far,” Wei Wuxian admitted.

[ . . . a bit more dialogue and the end.]

#mdzs #the untamed #nie huaisang #jiang cheng #wei wuxian #to the shick of no one i did write more in this than i thought i would #it's still like...no connective tissue though #and i'm not bothering with anything more #my fic #ficlet #i'm not gonna lie that plural snuck up on me #love when that happens! #incidentally you can’t prove that there ISNT a classic ancient fantasy China version of a telltale heart so my reference stands

[wild-at-spark]

Meeting Shimmer

In reaction to @x-de-con-struct-ed-x 's conversation between Shimmer and Ironhide. Also introducing Paxafere! :D I finished this at like 2am if there is mistakes it’s because my brain don’t work anymore

Wild hadn't long finished a 24-hour shift, she was tired and her patience was wearing thin but she still had to go see Ironhide. Even if it was just for some company before she inevitably fell into recharge somewhere in the workshop.

The femme was sat on the counter with her back against the wall, watching the weaponsmith work when her attention was drawn to someone entering.

“Ironhide!”

The familiar voice caused the weaponsmith to turn around. “Shimmer? What are you doing here?”

“I’m here on business but I snook away to come see you.” She smiled, hugging the weaponsmith.

Wild just watched from her perch on the counter, servo resting over her spark chamber, a dull ache pulsing away. Why did seeing them hug hurt?

“Wild, this is Shimmer, the Amica Endura I told you about.”

Ah so that’s why it hurt. “Hello it’s nice to meet you Shimmer.” Wild smiled, honestly all she wanted to do was go to recharge she didn’t have the energy or the patience to force herself to be friendly but she tried for Ironhide's sake.

“Oh so you’re the femme I’ve been told all about, I’ve certainly heard a lot about you.” Shimmer extended her servo towards Wild.

Wild slid off the counter, hesitating before shaking the femmes servo and oh how she wished she hadn’t of touched her. Ice quickly forming over their servos, freezing them together, travelling up Shimmer’s forearm, stopping at her elbow. “Primus that’s cold!”

Wild looked like a deer in headlights, optics wide, staring at the ice on Shimmer’s arm before she grabbed hold and yanked hard, nearly pulling Shimmer over as Wild forcefully broke free. Chunks of ice hitting the ground before melting away. “I- I’m sorry.. I really should go, enjoy catching up.” Panic was evident in her voice and she couldn’t even bare to look at Ironhide as she hastily made her way through the workshop to the flat above. 

***

“What in the pit just happened? She froze my arm and nearly fragging ripped it off, Ironhide you told me she was strong, but you didn’t tell me she was that strong.”

“She’s an outlier Shimmer she didn’t mean any harm.” Ironhide sighed. “She’s not been this bad before she’s just stressed, she hasn’t recharged yet.. I’m really sorry Shimmer.”

“Are you convincing me or convincing yourself? No matter. No harm done, just shicked. But that could have gone better. I don’t think she likes me and I don’t want to get on the bad side of an ex gladiator outlier who’s got lethal powers.”

***

“Oh you’ve really gone and done it now Wild, you just had to freeze her didn’t you? Can’t do anything right can you?” The medic thought to herself, shutting herself away in the apartment, heel struts clicking on the floor as she paced around.

 "She’s just a friend that’s all.. a friend who is also a medic... a medic amica.. who he’s fragged. You aren’t special Wild let’s face it he’s done this to Ratchet too. You didn’t think anyone could truly love you did you? Don’t be foolish femme, be lucky you got this far. You'll be replaced by someone better, someone ...not broken. You could have really hurt her and then what would they have thought?" She looked at her shaking servos before looking at the room she was in, ice spreading up the walls, icicles sprouting and growing, pointing at the femme in the centre of the room. "Come on, stop it.. this isn't your place to wreck.. " She exhaled, rubbing her servos together. "Get it together Wild, its not like you didn't expect this.. you should know you should just stay alone." She stopped pacing, just blankly staring at the ice spreading around her, trying to stop it from growing, willing it away, focusing so much that she didn't hear the comm calling her.

 :: Wildrider, we need you back here as soon as possible to help... Wild! Do you hear me?::

::Hm oh...Sorry Paxafere. Yes right away. I'll be there, quick as I can.::  She replied, rubbing her optics before writing a quick note for the weaponsmith to find if he were to come upstairs.

 "I'm really sorry about the state of the apartment, work emergency had to leave before I could sort it out. - Wild"

The femme exhaled once again fanning her servos by her helm, holding back any more tears. “Come on no more tears, someone’s counting on you to make them better.” The femme stood in the doorway looking at her creation before looking away in shame, closing the door and quietly heading down the stairs, the sound of laughter coming from the bots in the workshop but it’s caught short , it sounds forced. Wild paused, standing completely still. She shouldn’t eavesdrop but her curiosity got the best of her, she wouldn’t listen for long, she just wanted to know what had caused the tension.  She pressed her audial against the wall allowing her to the catch Ironhide’s sentence.

“She knows about me an’ Ratch, and they get along alright.”

Wild shook her helm slightly.“ That’s because he’s a mech.. and she’s a femme…it’s different.” She whispered to herself, adjusting herself so she could go back to listening.

There was laughing again but it stopped just as quickly as it began. Something was wrong, something was off.

“I didn’t mean to hurt her. I didn’t think having you around would hurt her.”

“I know.”

“I love her, Shimmer.”

Wild’s optics widened, her servo resting on the railing causing frost to form, clinging and swirling its way around, catching her attention as she attempted to waft the frost away, instead only causing more to develop. Nice going Wild.  The change in tone catches her attention. Shimmer’s voice has softened too much for her to hear but she managed to catch the end of Ironhide’s sentence. “You think she’s in love with me?”

And then the sound of a slap. Did she really just slap him?

Wild bared her fangs slightly before she had properly processed what Ironhide had asked. Her expression then softened. “Of course I’m in love with you.. I have been since the day we met.” Wild shook her helm, quietly sneaking out the back of the workshop, she’d been longer than she intended and she had a patient to get to.

***

Wild made her way into the clinic. “Paxafere give me details why have I been called in after a 24 hour shift?”

“We need you to perform surgery, suspected fuel leak in the chest cavity. Patient is prepped just need you scrubbed up.”

“And you. I need my head nurse to assist.” Wild ordered, walking towards the sterilisation room.

***

Paxafere observed as Wild’s servos worked their way into the patients chest. The only noises in the room coming from the machines the patient were hooked up to beeping away steadily.

“I know you’re deep in a mech’s thoracic cavity but somethings up isn’t it? You talk when you’re in surgery, you aren’t talking what't going on?"

“It’s nothing, I’m fine– clamp” Wild insisted, holding out an energon covered servo.

Passing her the clamp Paxafere just looked at her. “It’s something..”

“Paxafere not here.. I can’t risk freezing this patient..” Wild shook her helm. “Retract that plating I’ve found our nicked fuel line and need a clear view to seal it."

“Powers playing up again?” The head nurse moving the plating out the way.

“Something like that.. pass me that soldering equipment.'

Paxafere followed the order passing her the equipment allowing the femme to seal the wound before removing the clamps and putting plating back into place.

" Get a nurse to take him to recovery and run a transfusion, he'll be fine."

"I'll meet you in the staff room I want to know what's going on." Paxafere stated before leaving.

***

When Paxafere arrived, Wild was already sat down, helm resting on her servo.

"Come on then out with it." Paxafere insisted as he sat beside her.

 "It’s Ironhide.” Wild sighed.

“What did he do? Oh I will fragging throw down with that mech what has he done?!” Balled up servo slamming onto the table.

“Woah calm down..”

“I slagging warned him if he did anything to hurt you I’d-“

“Paxafere! Calm down! It’s not what he’s done.. it’s me being stupid and having feelings I can’t control about him”

“What do you mean?”

“.. Earlier someone turned up at the workshop, a femme, a medic , it just turns out she’s another amica endura of his..he's been open about them but I didn't expect someone so pretty. I panicked, I froze her arm and then the living room of the apartment and the damn stairs as well."

“Oh femme. You think you’re being replaced don’t you? You're pretty too you know."

Wild glared at him "That's a lie."She paused “He told her that... he loves me.” She paused again trying to think. “well that’s what I overheard anyway and I want to believe it. I really do and my spark aches because I love him too, I really do Paxafere.. I’ve never felt this way before, it’s new and its scary because I don’t know what to do. But there's a bad feeling eating away at me..”

“Wildrider you’ve fell hard, really hard. You’ve gone soft you beautiful femme. What happened to that burning spirit where you made decisions in a split second and kicked the aft of anyone who got in your way? And that bad feeling is jealousy femme, you’re jealous because thats normal."

"She comes out when I’m drunk and she’s not needed in Iacon.” Wild groaned and buried her helm in her servos. “What do I do Paxafere?”

"This mech really means a lot to you doesn’t he?”

"My spark aches at the thought of being without him.. I never thought I’d fall in love.. but here I am.”

“Then tell him, Primus femme! Tell the mech you love him! What are you still doing here, go! Go to him and tell him, what is there to lose He’s only going to accept you with open arms!” Getting up and pulling the femme out of her chair before ushering her out the staff room. “Go spend some time with him, go on a date, do something just fragging tell him you love him!”

“Okay! Okay!” The femme laughed a little as she was pushed out. “I owe you one Paxafere.” Giving the nurse a hug before bounding her way out of the clinic.

“Anytime sweetspark. Now go get your mech and show him how much he means to you.” Paxafere chuckled, patting the femme’s paulron before she left with a spring in her step. He could have sworn he could feel the love she had radiating off her. Those two would be fine, just fine indeed.

#❄ The one who warms my spark ❄ #❄️the calm before the storm ❄️Paxafere ❄️

[thenatzabastard]

Not so jolly Christmas

There are many days that natsu would consider bad, but today would have to be the worst of them all.Its Christmas time and many people would have the time of their lives...except him. He was walking down the the streets of magnolia and he saw that almost all other guilds had come to fairy tail to spend time with one another and spend time with friends from other guilds. He watched as his friends spent time with eachother. For some reason juvia wasn't there stalking grey so she must have gone somewhere to buy him a present.

Then he saw the one person that made him feel the way he is now...Erza.

She was sitting at the table wearing her santa outfit she would wear every christmas. Natsu always kept it to himself but she always did look beautiful and sexy in that outfit he even blushed as he remembered the wet dream he had about her in that suit but that was something he would keep to himself.

Then his mood changed to anger when he saw...him. the man that hurt erza for so long and yet somehow earned erza's forgiveness. He was there talking to her and putting a smile on her face and making her blush. That was something natsu would happen to him with erza. He always dreamed of having her as his love and having her as his girlfriend. But with the way things are that would most likely not happen. So he left with a broken heart knowing that this would be the one thing that could break him.

"Ah this is the best time of the year!" Lucy said as she looked at all her friends and smiled they looked like they are having fun even others from other guilds.

"Yeah, its nice to know that after all the stuff we've been through we have a time of peace and to enjoy others company" he said smiling

"I just can't help but feel like there's something missing, i just can't put my finger on it" lucy said frowning

"It's probably juvia i haven't seen her in a while" gray said tring to figure it out

"I think so but there's something else" Lucy said trying to think but was interrupted

"Lu!" Levy called "come over here i want to talk about that new book you're writing about" she said excitedly

Lucy smiled and forgot about whatever she was thinking about. "Alright im coming".

Erza to felt like something was off but she to couldn't figure it out. As she tried jellal brought her back to reality by putting a hand on her shoulder.

"Are you alright" he asked

She smiled at him forgetting about what she was thinking of, "yes im fine" then went back to talk to him but still had that feeling deep down.

...................................

Juvia was walking down the street with a box in her hand wrapped in grey wrapping (how convenient). She was smiling to herself and was excited about the kind of gift she had got grey and couldn't wait to see his reaction to what she got him.

As she was walking she spotted someone by a tree just sitting with his head down. As she took a closer look she saw that this person had pink hair. 'Pink hair? Could it be?' She thought. She then walked toward the person and saw that he had tears coming out of his eyes. Juvia noticed and looked shocked as she saw who it was, "natsu?" She called.

This startled natsu a little and looked at her with wide eyes before quickly wiping his tears. "Juvia? What are you doing here?" He asked normally juvia wouldn't interact with natsu that much its not that she hated him but they never had a close friendship like he did with the others so her being here shocked him.

"I was at the shop buying grey a gift, i was coming back to the guild when i saw you...natsu why are tou crying?" She asked

".......well i dont want to keep you from grey so you better show him that cool gift you got him" natsu said dodging the question and giving a fake smile but juvia didn't want to just let this go.

"Natsu don't try to dodge the question...what is the matter"? She asked in concern

"Nothing why would something be the matter" he said smiling a fake smile again but juvia wasn't buying it and she frowned.

"Natsu" she said in a caring manner "what is it let me help you" she said in a caring voice

Natsu stared at her before he dropped his smile and had tears stain his eyes as he silently let them out.

"I can't go back to the guild" he said in a sad voice

"Why?" She said confused "did someone hurt you natsu?" She asked not knowing that she will find out something that will shock her.

".....she's there" he said

"She?" 'Who is she' she thought did he mean lucy but why would natsu be crying about Lucy then natsu spoke again.

"Erza" he said in a cracked voice

"Erza?" 'What does erza have to do with this?' She thought did erza beat him so badly that he doesn't want to come to the guild? Then natsu spoke again.

"She's there with him" he said in sadness and anger and jealousy which shocked juvia

'Him? Does he mean jellal? But why would' then juvia remembered all the times that narsu would talk about erza with lucy or with gray everytime she stalked him. When he talked about erza it was more than just a friend. He was in love with her. The way natsu challenged her to fight the way he protects her from danger. It all fell into place.

"Natsu" she looked at him shocked "are you in love with erza?" she asked and he froze a little before slowly nodding his head making juvia's eyes widen

"Yeah, i didn't know what i was feeling at the time but later i figured out what it was. I even asked gildarts for advice but...it didn't work out." He said sadly.

"I knew that she was going through a tough time but i didn't want to tell her because i didn't want ro ruin her happiness. But then she started spending time with him and everything changed." He said as tears stund his eyes again.

"She was more distant and i tried whatever i could but it wasn't enough for her to see how i feel because...the reason i never catch up to her, was because she was running towards him" he said shocking juvia and saw how much pain he was in.

He slowly got up and walked away until juvia called

"Natsu wait! If this is how you feel then why don't you tell her already? She asked shicked that he felt this way about erza

".....because i dont think i can handle what comes after" he said making her eyes widen when she realized what that meant

"Im sorry juvia i shouldn't have told you this to ruin your happy mood." He said to her apologizing

"Go back to the guild and have fun alright". He said

"But what about you?" She asked with a sad voice

"I guess i just want to be alone, it's better than watching people have what you can never have" he said before walking away.

Juvia then looked at gis retreating figure then she walked back to the guild hall only this time her smile was gone and replaced with a frown. She she opened the doors she saw everyone having the time of their life and she made her way over to team natsu.

"Hey juvia" grey said then noticed that she wasn't going all gaga over him and that made him confused

"Is something wrong juvia?" He asked with some concern

Juvia waved it off "no it's nothing, juvia was talking to natsu for a bit"

At that the entire team went silent as they all finally realized what was missing...especially erza.

"That's right natsu's not here where is he?" Lucy asked trying to look for natsu

"Yeah natsu would never miss a time like this i hope he's ok" wendy said with concern

"Yeah that flamebrain would never miss this, you said you talked to him to him where is he?" Then everyone looked a juvia for an answer but erza needed that answer because she knew to that there was something bothering natsu but she hasn't had the time to talk to him and feels guilty about that.

"Im sorry, but i dont know he left then i came here" she said sadly not giving them the answer they wanted

Then erza got up from her seat and went to the exit

"Then i will go lool for him and bring him back by force" she said with authority until juvia blocked her way. "Juvia?" She asked confused "what are you doing?"

"Erza listen to me, it's best if you leave natsu alone for now" she said shocking everyone including erza the most why would she say that?

"Why would i do that?" She said narrowing her eyes "if something is bothering then i can help" she said with determination

"Im sorry but this is the one thing you can't help out with" she said stunning her then erza forcefully moved juvia out of the way made her way out the exit.

Juvia looked at her shocked but she tried to stop her but now erza will have to find out the hard way of what is going on.

As erza made her way to natsu's home she thought about how he has been acting lately. He seemed so distant and not how he used to be back then. Everytime erza would want to tale a mission with the team he would back out and take a mission on his own. Erza frowned as she thought back to those memories and began to wonder 'have i done something to upset him?' She didn't know but the way he's been avoiding her lately that was definitely the case. She missed him and felt guilty about forgetting him and made sure to maje up for lost time.

Erza approached natsu's home and knocked on the door "natsu, it's erza open the door" no answer then she knocked more forcefully this time "natsu, open this door now" she practically growled.

After not receiving an answer the second time she kicked the door open. And began to search for him but he was no where to be found. She then flund a note on the table that said 'went on a mission be back whenever i fell like coming back' erza looked hurt after she read there was something about the note that seemed when natsu wrote he was angry.

'He went on a mission?' She thought 'but why? This time is supposed to be about family and friends...natsu what's going on with you?' She thought sadly the answer will come but it's an answer that will leave her shocked and guilty.

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Some of my Highlights from the 1811 Washington Irving - Henry Brevoort Correspondence:

These letters take place between Irving and his closest friend, Brevoort, over the course of Brevoort’s time helping with his brother-in-law, John Jacob Astor’s, fur trading business on Mackinac Island during the summer of 1811. There are so many excerpts from their generally incredibly long letters that I enjoy or are just so freakin’ adorable that I honestly cooed at them -- and this is only one summer’s worth.

My Dear Brevoort:--

“The Great Mandarian has just informed me that there will be an opportunity to forward a letter to you on friday, so my dear Boy, though hurried almost unto death, yet I will endeavor to indite a little epistle which may follow you even unto your savage haunts,...” ... “I am in quiet possession of your room, and am very much pleased with my situation. […] I hope you will be induced to take up your quarters with us when you return. You need not fear shocking the feelings of Mrs. Rumsey, as she expects it.” ... “I’m weary of company & dissipation--I have gone through such a variety this last winter that I am perfectly sated for the present; and feel no disposition to visit or mingle in any scene of amusement. I’d give anything to be accompanying you through the sublime solitudes of our Savage country. I feel as if I could sit for hours and muse deliciously on the borders of one of our vast lakes--or on the summit of one of our solitary promontorys in the highlands as I did last summer.” ... “…this letter is made up of such trifling chit chat and such trifling topics that I should be ashamed to send it to any body but yourself.” ... “Affectionately yours”

- Irving to Brevoort, New York, NY, May 15-17th, 1811

Dear Brevoort:--

“L’Herbette has just informed me of an opportunity which departs today of writing to you. I am half inclined not to use it, as you remained several days at Montreal without writing me a line…” ... Nothing of particular moment has happened since the writing of that epistle [May 15-17th letter] excepting the arrival of the most noble Patroon [Gouvernor Kemble], who has once more resumed his sway over the club. Gouv has had a long and boisterous voyage in an old leaky hulk of a british ship, with a mutinous crew and a nincompoop Captain. He & Ben Seaman were so tired of their ship that they quit her about 150 miles from land & got on board a coaster by which after being tossed about 4 days they were landed at Folly landing in Virginia & got home in a week more; having by this short cut, arrived here in little more than 8 days after the ship, which made the lighthouse in 20 hours after they quit her.  Gouv has now been home three or four days, and has already become so regular, and domestic, and has fallen so exactly into his old habits, that it begins to seem as if he had never been away from us. I never knew a fellow so little changed by European travelling. His looks too are much the same, excepting that he is a little sunburnt, but he is still spare and gaunt as a greyhound.” ... “Write to me by the first opportunity & believe me, ever, Yours truly,”

-Irving to Brevoort, June 8th, 1811

Dear Irving:--

“Mr. McGillivray has just arrived & handed me your letter [of May 15-17th]; it is the first intelligence that I have received from the regions of civilization since my departure, and I swear to you that no famished epicure ever devoured the most delicious viands with more flavour than did I its contents–I look upon it as the most attentive proof of fdship that I ever received from you.” ... ”The river abrupty descends within a distance of a mile about 200 feet, forming a variety of Falls & rapids--We were fortunate in arriving about an hour before sunfall; the whole scene was shaded with a shick mist; in a moment the oblique rays of a fine evening sun shot through this cloud of suspended vapour and were refracted into the most inchanting optical phenomina; rain bows alternately appeared & dissappd. & reflected their images with the utmost vivacity through the air, and presented all the variagated hues of the prism.--” ... “I am, my dr. Irving, most affy. ys.” ... [P.S.] I am very glad to observe that you have crept into my shell at Mrs. Rumsey’s.

- Brevoort to Irving, June 26, 1811

Dear Irving:--

“I have read your letter a dozen times & each perusal made me feel as if I had just left our best of all Cities. –In this wilderness one’s local affections are ever tugging at one’s heart; it is impossible to know by how many imperceptible fibers the soul is bound to familiar objects, until one separates from them and resides for a while remote from Civilizations, then each one holds him with the force of a cable.–” “Avert thy glorious face divine Apollo from the unworthy occupation of thy choicest votary the renowned Knickerbocker [Irving], but when he again supplicates thy aid & has finished copying his invoices of filthy Dowlass, inspire him with immortal fire.” [in response to Irving saying in his last letter “Shut your eyes, oh, ye blessed Muses, lest ye afterwards look upon me with scorn!” because he hadn’t been able to pursue his writing lately thanks to how busy he was helping his brothers, Peter and Ebenezer, with moving their mercantile business to a new location.] “Would to Heaven you were with me in this second Eden (without an Eve). Within an hours walk, I would scramble with you to the summit of a venerable old rock, from whose lofty head you would behold natures savage face, expande to endless dimentions, commanding a partial view of Lakes Michigan & Huron, studded with innumerable islands and bounded by the most romantic Bays, Inlets, Promontories & Rivers, the seats of future Cities and future Empires.--” ... “I am glad to find you so contented since you have crept into my shell, I doubt not that I shall quarter with you on my return.–” ... “If you think a letter will have time to reach me on receipt of this at Montreal, write a volume– I am Affec Yr. fr.”

- Brevoort to Irving, June 28th, 1811

Dear Irving,--

”All the curiosities which nature has lavished upon this romantic little Island, have been again & again explored, & I begin to wish devoutly for my departure, for it is recorded that even Paradise lost its inchantment & became a desert wild, without a companion. There is however no want of Eves in these inhospitable regions, [...] But these are not the companions in question; [...] There is not a man here of the least congeniality, either of taste habits or thinking with myself.-- [...] the Demon of solitude has cursed me with his deadliest influence.–If by some magical device you could manage to bestride one of these Arabian steeds, celebrated in romance for their docility and swiftness, & convey yourself beside me, I would engage to go frantic with joy, which I think ought to satisfy any reasonable man of the value of my affection” ... “What magic is contained in that honest little word home! It is impossible for a wandering exile to speak or write it, without kindling in the soul a blaze of pleasure!--On my feelings, it operates as a talisman to dispel melancholy and animate hope; reviving all those local affections that play about the heart, and which after all our chilling philosophy, constitute the true end and charm of existence.--I have often thought that if such a reptile as myself, has the power of forming sympathies, so indissoluble towards particular persons & places, how irresistable must be the longing of the exile whose consequence and talents, made him the idol of that society which he once adorned!--” ... “We look for a canoe from Montreal daily, and I have promised myself a long epistle from you, but if I find that you have forgotten me in your wanderings, ‘I will have such terrible revenge–but what it is I know not.’–” ... “I disdain to apologize for this dolour. As to a discontented spirit, I scorn it from my very soul; but somehow or other, I feel myself sunken into a state of abandonment which nothing but the company of those I hold nearest my heart can alleviate.–” ... “God Bless you my dr. Fellow--”

-Brevoort to Irving, July 14th, 1811

“Blessed be the cheering sound of the voice of friendship when heard in such a dreary wilderness as this!– “Your last epistle [June 8th] my dear Wash: has certainly rescued me from petrification. I felt myself waxing fast into that blissful state; my heart began to exhibit the first symptoms, and I think it not improbable, that some future generation of Barbers might have sharpened their razors upon my poor forlorn carcas.– […] the kind efforts of my N York friends & you as chief magician have (I hope) effectually exorcised the vile Demon.--I would not send it, if it were not for the purpose of shewing you how exactly our lethargic miseries corresponded though originating from somewhat opposite causes.” (Irving from too much [dull] social interaction, Brevoort from too little) ... “But in sober sadness, should I (my dr. boy) ‘shuffle off my mortal coil’ ‘And o’er my head close the dark gulf of time!’ in this villanous terra incognita, I should certainly run the hazard of being out of roll-call at the general muster; and consequently be lost to my friends in waiting upon the shadowy side of the River Styx.” [The embargo on trade was sparking tensions between the Whites on Mackinac and the Natives and Brevoort was nervous that he might end up dying there.] ... “Thine forever & ever!”

-Brevoort to Irving, July 29th, 1811

Dear Brevoort:--

“Dennis has come home laden with anecdotes of your expecition, and yourself. According to his account you landed safely on your head at Benny Cornwalls at seven in the evening & flourished your heels in the air for joy. He relates long conversations which he has had with you about the fair Julia besides several tender things which you said in your sleep;...” ... “Dennis informs us that he and you keep a journal which is so exquisitely humourous that Mrs. Cooper on only looking at the first word fell into a fit of laughing that lasted half an hour. We look forward with vast expectations to the perusal of this manuscript.” ... “I have laid out your spy glass, boots, chessmen &c. & had thoughts of sending all the other nicknacks I could find in your draws; but had thought it best to reserve the rest until you have tired yourself with these. The flute is not in the draw; for which I am very glad–I do not think it would be an innocent amusement for you; as no man has a right to entertain himself at the expense of others.” ... “Yours truly”

- Irving to Brevoort, August ?, 1811

[Sources: Irving to Brevoort; Brevoort to Irving]

#Washington Irving #Henry Brevoort #The Lads #I ship it. I /really/ ship it. #both platonically and romantically #fuck do i need to make a ship name? #Don't really need to. I mean. So obscure xD #HalWash? #meh idk #not important xD #Irving called Brevoort 'Hal' for short sometimes #Most people know Irving's works but know /nothing/ of his person. #many don't even know it's his name attached to his famous works #Like Rip van Winkle and the Legend of Sleepy Hollow #or the name Gotham as a nickname for New York City (which Batman uses) #long post

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You're reblogging Steter stuff. ლ(ಠ益ಠლ) You are hyping me up for that fic you are writing.

man i am hyping myself up for this fic too. i’m very nearly at 20k. 

YOU WANT SOME SNIPPETS, FRIEND? BC I WANNA SHARE SOME SHIT:

“All the noise and commotion too much for your delicate werewolf senses?” A voice asks from behind him. Peter hears the gentle shick of the sliding door as it closes, trapping him outside in the warm air with Stiles.

Peter could choose from an array of biting remarks. There are so many at his fingertips. Instead, he finds himself saying something close to the truth: “I didn’t think this is what I’d be coming back to.”

Stiles barks out a laugh. “Are you getting tired of Tex-Mex? Because let me tell you, pack nights have been Tex-Mex for the last twelve weeks straight. So if you’re planning on sticking around, you may as well resign yourself to it.”

“Blasphemy -- I could never get tired of Tex-Mex,” Peter says, before continuing. “Apart from the occasional upset, everything is far more sane than it was when I left.” And really, sticking his hand into a corpse every now and then is nothing compared to what Peter thought he’d be returning to. There’s even a child. What’s Peter meant to do with that?

“What, afraid to bring your insanity back into the mix?” Stiles asks. Peter thinks that sometimes Stiles just talks to hear himself, to quiet some of the noise in his own head. Not that Peter minds -- Stiles’ voice is quite nice. It’s a bit deeper now than it was before, less frantic and frenetic. “Or is it that you think you’ll get bored?”

Everything Stiles says is a perfect mix of sarcasm and sincerity -- Peter finds he missed it.

“Six of one,” Peter says.

They sit in silence for a while. It’s more comfortable than Peter imagined it would be, having no words to buffer the chasm between them. Maybe Stiles has grown, maybe Peter has settled. Either way, the silence feels easy as he leans up against the balcony railing next to Stiles. Sometimes it feels distinctly like they vibrate at the same frequency -- there is no need for words.

A few minutes later, Stiles breaks the silence. “Did you think we’d still be a bunch of hoodlums, running around empty schools, being chased by psychopathic killers?” Peter can hear hear the teasing smile in Stiles’ voice. “That’s kind of hard to do when your alpha has a kid.”

Peter studies his nails. “Honestly, where’s the fun in running around empty schools if the psychopathic killer isn’t there to chase you anymore?”

“Touché.”

#steter #teen wolf #Anonymous