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“In the eye of the storm” ◊◊◊◊ a post-Frozen 2 fanfic ◊◊◊◊ CHAPTER 3: Pressure

"What did I dream of?" Asked Elsa.

Eydis and Anna looked at each other, a bit unsure. The Queen cleared her throat.

"Uhm... I mostly remember woods, and a river... I think it was the Enchanted Forest. I didn't really get time to see much of it. I was most of all amazed by its details than the actual thing in general. Eydis has seen it all. What was it about, sweetheart?"

The little princess pouted as she thought.

"Hummm... You were doing the dishes."

A blank passed. Kristoff eyed his sister-in-law.

"...The dishes? Why would you dream about doing the dishes?"

He then frowned. "And why would the very first of your materialized dreams be about doing the dishes?"

Anna squinted at him. "There is nothing demeaning in doing the dishes."

Kristoff reassured her with a smile. "That's not what I meant. Dishes is an everyday task. Why did Elsa dream of this one? What was so particular about this one?"

The blonde blushed at his question.

"Nothing... Much. Nothing much about it."

Anna lifted an eyebrow. She kept eye contact with her sister as she asked her daughter again about what was Elsa's reaction during the manifestation.

"She smiled and laughed all along." Grinned Eydis, happy to help.

A smirk extended Anna's lips as Elsa sipped her tea nervously.

Worst. Breakfast. Ever.

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The wind was blowing strong when Anna and Elsa stepped out, but thankfully, the rain was in the form of scattered showers now, so it would be a good setting to see how the storm evolved with the help of the Earth Spirit.

While Elsa literally didn't wear anything different than the clothes she had inside, which was her white outfit with a recent addition of light unbreakable armor pieces made of her ice, Anna was sporting four different layers of clothing.

"You should put your gloves on."

"Don't exaggerate. I know that you're not bothered by the cold, but this weather is fine. I've seen worse."

"They will be useful for later." Smirked Elsa. "We will be climbing a Giant, remember?"

"I hope it won't be dangerous."

Years of leader maturity and maternal instinct had brought prudence to her vocabulary.

"Don't worry, Stan is very careful."

Anna scoffed. The Fifth Spirit thought she was laughing because of the personality trait, but she laughed because of the name.

"Stan?"

"Yes. He's one of the Giants. The one who has a flat forehead, you know?"

The younger looked at her sister with fascination as they made their way through the village and to the limits of it. She was able to recognize each and every Giant?

"Did you seriously name all of them?"

"Well, yes. They don't have names, so when I need their help independently, it's useful. Also, they may have a hive mind and act as one Spirit, they're all different, you're aware of that?"

"Of course I am", genuinely answered Anna. "I'm the other half of the Bridge, may I remind you. And I do my homework."

Elsa smiled and nudged her sister with her shoulder. She nudged her back.

"By the way, I named him Stan because—"

"It's a word game with 'stone'. Yeah, I got it. I have an Elsa-has-terrible-humor sixth sense."

Elsa started lifting her arm to tap her head, but Anna grinned and ran away, so they ran after each other until the end of the village.

Once they reached the bottom of the mountains where no house was, panting and laughing, Elsa stopped walking and turned her face to the heights, closing her eyes. She focused in a way that was familiar to Anna and never ceased to amaze her. She was calling to another Spirit. The redhead particularly loved the way Elsa smiled when she did so, because she sensed the other's energy before actually asking for their help. If she was calling to a Giant playing around, she had a chuckle, or if she was calling to Bruni and he was currently making a mess somewhere, she had a groan. Here, she just smirked, so Anna guessed that so-called Stan was sleeping.

"He was sleeping." Announced Elsa once she opened her eyes. "But he's on his way. I told him that you were with me and he's coming as fast as he can without making an earthquake."

Anna grinned. The Earth Spirit always has had a soft spot for her for the past 11 years. After all, she was the one who succeeded in their challenge. And as Nokk, Gale and Bruni each were one entity, and that the Earth one was composed of tens of individuals, she always felt proud of being the side of the Bridge who technically won against the most Spirits. The ground trembled slightly, but only slightly, when Stan made his approach.

He shadowed over them, but it was the opposite of a threat; he smiled when he saw Elsa, then grinned widely when he saw Anna, his mouth the size of a house.

"Waow, now I recognize him. He's one of the tallest, isn't he?"

"Yes, he is. He's one of those who escorted me to Arendelle, and his size is perfect for what we need to do."

He bent his head to them, and the two sisters touched his chin with their hands. They exchanged a glance, beaming in happiness, and Elsa approached closer to put her forehead against him. They magically exchanged like they did before, and this time, Elsa told him their plan.

He grunted in approval. The Snow Queen turned to her sister.

"Okay. He knows what to do."

Stan reached out his hand, which was the size of three houses, noted Anna, and the redhead nervously looked at her elder.

"After you!" Invited Elsa with a smirk.

Anna had never done this. She felt very nervous, but Stan seemed to sense it and lifted one of his fingers to help her grab something as she climbed.

"Wow, wow, wow!" She exclaimed when the hand started to move, and Elsa was casually laid against the Giant's thumb, her arms crossed nonchalantly as Anna was holding to another finger with all arms and legs around it.

She peeked down and saw the ground go away at high speed as Stan brought them up to his shoulder, depositing Elsa there, then aiming at his second shoulder, putting Anna down.

The Queen didn't want to let go of the finger. Elsa smiled.

"Anna, it will be okay. Give him his hand back."

"Uhgh?" Blabbered her younger, staring at the ground more than twenty meters below.

Elsa had to bite her lip to not laugh and mock her.

"Trust me, Stan has excellent reflexes. He'll catch you if you fall."

She believed her sister enough to accept. She however grabbed a fault in the rock forming the Giant's cheek and used it as a handle to keep her balance. Elsa was staring at her as she stood on the other shoulder, standing straight with only her hand against Stan's face, but it was for good measure and respect. Anna's jaw dropped.

"How can you do that with ice sandals?"

Elsa smiled. "The experience. I was like you at first, don't worry."

Stan started to climb up the mountain, and Anna saw how much height they were about to take so she preferred to look at her sister's face, the most reassuring thing she could do in such a stressful time.

"So, are we going to continue that discussion?"

"Which one?"

"The one about your magic dream."

"Don't call it that way!" Blushed Elsa. "Besides, is it really the moment?"

"It's definitely the moment. Nobody can hear us here, and I've seen how bashful you were at breakfast. Come on, tell me!" Grinned Anna.

Elsa looked down, which the redhead misinterpreted.

"Is it because we're with Stan? I'm sure he won't repeat it. Right, buddy?"

The Earth Giant chuckled with its cavernous voice as he climbed up, and it had a haunting sound, but Anna laughed along.

"See? Now come ooooon, please Elsa!"

The blonde now was amused.

"Why do you sound like you're about to have gossip?"

"Because it is gossip! That dream, it was Honeymaren and you, right? In a cheerful moment, right? Why was this dream the very first dream ever that you get to materialize? And I hope it won't be the last."

Elsa now blushed.

"Maybe..."

"Maybe...?" Smiled Anna.

"Will you let me finish?" Grunted Elsa.

"You seem very reluctant."

"Because I don't know how to say it, it's more of a feeling!"

Anna smiled so much, her cheeks puffed. "Ohhh, is that so?"

Elsa grumbled a 'stop it.' She wished they had arrived to the spot already. Honeymaren and her had been together for almost 10 years, and she still felt modest talking about it.

"It's because it was a very happy memory, right?" Guessed Anna, her voice calm.

It actually took Elsa out of her thoughts.

"Yes, it was."

"Did you actually dream of it, or was it a memory submission from Ahtohallan?"

While Elsa thought, Stan had reached the top of the mountain.

"No, it truly was a dream of mine."

"I see." Smiled Anna.

"What do you see?" Groaned Elsa.

She turned to her with sarcasm, and Anna's eyes had widened to the size of two big teal blue balls.

"I see a disaster."

"A disaster?" Repeated Elsa. "Wow, that's really harsh. I won't ask you for advice agai—"

"No, Elsa, look!"

She had held tight to the Giant's face with one hand so she could use the other to turn her sister's jaw the other way, and show her the horizon.

Elsa's face went even paler than the usual.

"Oh no..."

It was even worse than she had imagined in her worst-case scenario. She had thought that the storm had started with Nokk and Gale's fight in the Forest, and that it reverberated to Arendelle's kingdom because it was close, but what Anna and Elsa witnessed now was the ultimate proof that the storm had gone very, very much more than a simple local magical event.

The storm was extending to the horizon. Literally the horizon. Even Elsa, whose sight got sharpened since she lived in the woods and became used to hunt, couldn't see the limits of it. It seemed infinite, in the saddest of ways.

"It..." Croaked Elsa, her voice twisted by the ball in her throat.

"It has extended to the whole country." Murmured Anna.

Elsa started to lose her balance. Breathing heavily, her vision became blur, and she felt like she was a second away from fainting. Stan felt her distress, sharing her deep sadness, and anticipated her fall by raising his hand against the shoulder she was on. The Snow Queen grabbed to the smallest finger, and breathed in and out calmly, holding tight to it.

"Thank you." She murmured to the Giant, her temple against the rock, her heart pounding so fast that she was pretty certain the other Spirit could sense it there.

Anna hadn't notice Elsa's prevented fall because she had been staring at the horizon with a hand covering her mouth in shock.

The Queen recognized every land that was affected by the storm, covering them with a gloomy atmosphere with dark clouds filled of heavy rain and pressured air announcing tempests. Each of them being neighbors of Arendelle. Allies. All those regions may have different rulers, but they belonged to the same country.

A silence passed, only rhythmed by the sinister sound of wind.

"I have to do something."

The two sisters looked at each other. In another context, they would have laughed and played on the fact they said it at the same time. But this was not the time for games. It was one with adult decisions.

"This is all my fault." Started Elsa. "It's my duty as the Fifth Spirit to keep an eye on Nokk and Gale and ensure that everything is alright. I have to try reaching for their energies and—"

"As a leader, I should go help the other kingdoms and ask if they need us to share our resources." Stated Anna above Elsa's voice. "I need to organize an international council so we could decide of the urgency—"

They suddenly realized that their objectives weren't crossing at all. In fact, they were filling the other completely. For once in a very long while, they had nothing to contradict, nothing to prevent the other from doing, and they had established correctly their tasks.

Anna had an amused smirk. "So this is what we do, uh?"

"Looks like it." Breathed out Elsa.

The wind blew hard, and now that they were high in the sky, they had nothing to get sheltered. The Giants had managed to protect Elsa from the magical storm with their hands on her way to Arendelle, but Stan couldn't do much on his own with one person on each shoulder.

He sent a mental warning to Elsa, who nodded.

"Anna, hold on to my hand. We're going down."

The redhead made her way to the ground with her elder and the Giant's help. Stan returned to the mountain he was sleeping against, acting to make sure that it wouldn't crumble into the fjord because of the uprooted trees.

The Snow Queen looked at him go, and she started to tremble, but this had nothing to do with the weather, and Anna perceived it. She walked around her sister and put her hands on her shoulders once she faced her to incite her to not panic.

"Elsa. Look at me. We'll find a solution together, and this can also mean that we'll do the best of ourselves separately. You got it?"

All worry left Elsa's heart the second Anna's powerfully warm voice got to her heart.

"Yes, I do."

She approached her forehead, and Anna smiled as she willingly touched hers.

"Together. Always."

"Always."

They stayed like that, in the embrace of the other, enjoying this moment and each other's positivity. They knew that this force would forever be theirs, just like their bond was unique and their complementarity the best asset.

After a moment, Anna shivered.

"But maybe we should go back to the castle for now." She chuckled.

"Yeah, good call." Laughed Elsa. "Come."

They quickly walked back to the castle, laughing nervously.

"So did you give all the Giants different names?"

"Why yes."

"Let me guess, one of them is called Brock."

"How do you— Just kidding, none of them is called Brock. But that's a nice one, I'll think of it if one of them want to change."

"Oh, so you let them choose."

"Obviously. I'm not a monster. Stan loves his name, for example."

Anna smiled. "It's a cute thing to do."

"It's also because the Northuldra very rarely name things. So it's a little game I allow myself. Bruni is named like that because it literally is the Sami word for 'fire'. Nokk's name is based on the legendary nokken. But the Wind Spirit has no name, just like the Earth one. The Northuldra rarely use the name 'Gale', actually."

"Yeah, Ryder corrected me about it the other day."

They had reached the gates. Once they passed the doors, the servants closed them behind the sisters with relieved gasps to see they were safe and sound. They helped Anna change, and the redhead rubbed her hands together.

"Maybe a minute or two by the fire would be great."

Elsa nodded and they walked to the living room.

As they did, they bumped into a very distressed Kristoff in the corridor.

"Thanks gods you're here."

Anna frowned. "What happened?"

The King looked overwhelmed.

"Kristoff, what's going on? Why do you look so panicked?" Worried Elsa.

He couldn't add a word, so they followed him in the living room, where someone was standing.

Here, removing her fur coat and covered with rain from head to toes, a familiar Northuldra swirled to them when she heard them enter. Anna recognized her with surprise.

"Honeymaren?"

The brunette took off her hat, and when she met Elsa's eyes, hers filled with rage and she frowned, angrily pointing her finger at her.

"YOU. We need to TALK."

Her girlfriend gulped.

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Elsa was frozen still.

"Honey? When did you— Where did you— Why?"

Honeymaren put her had down. "Nice to see you too."

Kristoff interfered. "She just arrived. I put her reindeer in the stables. Sven is delighted to have a buddy. He's getting old and a little company is exactly what he needs."

Elsa's eyes switched from the man to Honeymaren.

"You came here on a REINDEER? In such a STORM?" Shouted Elsa.

The brunette's jaw dropped. "Don't you even dare to be the one to raise your voice. You went through this storm on your own as well WITHOUT TELLING ME!"

Kristoff winced and took this as a call to leave the room discreetly.

Elsa blabbered before formulating her response.

"I was planning to send you an ice statue to tell you I'm alright!"

Honeymaren put her hands on her hips.

"Uh-uh? And when?"

"Well... When I..."

"When you would finally assemble the courage to tell me, isn't it. And I suppose that Anna didn't know that I didn't know?"

The redhead bit her lip in awkwardness as the two turned to her. She shook her head to say no, and the couple resumed their dispute.

Anna missed a heartbeat. So that was the thing she tried to remember the day before! When Elsa had said 'season', it reminded her of the suspicious way her sister had explained Honeymaren's absence. Sure, the season of harvest and crops had been keeping them busy, but she had thought it had ended by now. It was clear in this moment: Elsa had lied. Honeymaren absolutely was available. The blonde only had kept it secret that she came to Arendelle. Anna felt angry and sad, watching the two lovers raise their tone against each other.

"I was about to send you the ice statue any day now, I swear!" Trembled Elsa.

Her girlfriend squinted. They didn't have much ways of communication when Gale couldn't be there to deliver messages. The only idea they had come up with was for Elsa to send happy ice memories through the distance if she was okay, and sad ones if she wasn't. However, there was no way for Honeymaren to answer.

"Any day now?"

Elsa winced at her terrible slip of the tongue.

"And that would have been a convenient situation for you, uh?" Accused the brunette, crossing her arms. "Because I couldn't have prevented you from doing it, due to the fact I can't give a message back."

Elsa clenched her jaw. She was running out of claims and clearly losing the argument, so she changed the topic.

"Well, you shouldn't have come! It's too dangerous in this weather!"

The Northuldra stared at her with overflowing sarcasm.

"What, like it's hard?"

"No, because I care about you!" Frowned Elsa, her cheeks red. "You should have stayed in the Forest!"

"And you should have warned me that you came here to see Anna!" Exclaimed Honeymaren with a frown.

Elsa was about to reply, but she knew she was the one in the wrong. She looked down with shame, her voice quieter. "I didn't want you to know that the Spirits went mad."

The Northuldra puffed with offense. "You think I don't know how to tell that the Spirits are angry by looking at a storm?"

Elsa's hands passed along her other arm nervously. "Sorry, I... I just didn't want you to panic..."

"I AM panicking right now! Elsa, WHY didn't you tell me anything?!"

The blonde slowly lifted her eyes at her girlfriend's scolding tone. Her azure blue eyes were glistening when she finally crossed her chestnut ones.

"I didn't want you to think I had gone mad too."

A silence passed in the room, Honeymaren clearly taken aback, and Anna was shocked too. Elsa's eyes immediately looked down again, and her fingers clenched.

She curled against herself. Shame and guilt fell on her shoulders just like raindrops were falling from Honeymaren's hair. Her lips trembled.

"I'm so sorry, Honey, I'm the worst, I keep having this mannerism after all those years and I shouldn't push you away like I did, I really am a idio—"

Elsa interrupted herself when something came close to her in a swift move and held her cheeks. She barely had the time to make a jerking head move upwards that Honeymaren pressed her lips against hers and kissed her deeply.

Although surprised by the sudden contact, the blonde realized how much she had missed it, how therapeutic and relieving and delightful and divine kissing Honeymaren was. Closing her eyes as well, she pressed her lips back intensely.

The Northuldra had the reflex to kiss Elsa before any dark or sad thought invaded her heart, filling it instead with intense love. It was efficient as always, The Snow Queen's mind now feeling dizzy by her affection.

Elsa had never missed kissing her so bad, all her stress from the passing days vanishing like snow in the sun. She had a relaxed eyebrows expression, and Honeymaren smiled in their long kiss.

Anna smirked at the scene before politely looking elsewhere as they continued to embrace. How long was that smooch? Did they even breathe?

They finally split up, gasping, and looked at each other at arm's length. Elsa's hands rested on Honeymaren's hips, and the latter went on the blonde's shoulders.

The Snow Queen was blushing, her gaze deeply lost in her lover's.

"Okay, I got it."

"Yep. No self-depreciation in my presence. In fact, no more self-depreciation."

Elsa smiled warmly.

Honeymaren passed the back of her fingers on her girlfriend's cheek with a sad smile, recognizing in her features how many times the blonde had doubted of herself and undervalued her competences since the last time they talked.

"It's alright, snømus. I know why you acted like that."

She passed a hand in Elsa's short hair, noticing its length when she inspected her face. Honeymaren could tell that the Snow Queen had put more ice than usual in them to prevent some to obstruct her vision. She smiled lovingly.

"I should cut your hair again. It will be getting in your eyes soon. When this is all over, I'm giving you a new cut session."

Elsa grinned, beaming.

"I love those sessions."

Honeymaren always relaxed her when she cut her hair, and she had been doing it every time since Elsa decided to have this style. The Northuldra always took the time to prepare a peaceful setting in the silence of their hut, with only the sound of the blade, Honeymaren breathing close to her and bathing her in her unique scent.

Anna cleared her throat to remind them of her presence, which made Elsa blush even harder, and Honeymaren chuckled.

"We should prepare lunch so Honeymaren can join us." Said Anna. "Elsa, would you mind tell the cooks that we'll be one more person?"

The Snow Queen blinked. "No, not at all. On my way."

She walked to the closest door.

Anna looked at her go for a moment, then grinned with amusement.

"The kitchens are the other way, Elsa."

"Yes. Yes absolutely."

The blonde walked in the other direction, and looked elsewhere as she passed in front of her sister and her girlfriend, visibly blushing.

The Queen shook her head once she turned at the angle of the corridor. "Gosh, she really loses all her brain cells when you're around."

Honeymaren giggled. "Well, we missed each other. We haven't seen each other for five days."

Anna twirled to her. "Five days? But she arrived two days ago."

The Northuldra smiled. "I know. She spent a lot of time trying to fix this storm by herself, and walked around the Forest searching for solutions with the help of the other Spirits. Even if it's Bruni's behavior which made me guess she had left our territory, I knew that she was heading to Arendelle, because some Giants were missing. It was obvious she would get worried for you and wanted to make sure you all were alright, and come in person to protect you in case it gets worse."

Anna's jaw dropped. She blinked back tears as Honeymaren nodded with a sad wince, and both slowly turned to where their loved one had left the room.

The Queen's eyes got lost, staring at nothing. She understood why Elsa had hidden the truth, and knew that her elder couldn't help this mannerism and that 13 years of trauma weren't going to be healed from in a snap of the fingers. She still had work to do about it more than 10 years after the Great Thaw.

In the corridor, something caught both their attentions: a child passed along an adult who seemed to bend to give her instructions, and the girl gasped when she recognized Honeymaren.

"AUNTIEMAREEEEEEN!"

She ran at full speed to the inside of the room, her tutor watching her go with a sigh. He took the mental note to repeat his last sentence the next time they had class, because the princess obviously will have forgotten.

The brunette cackled as the little ball of energy hugged her tight.

"Autiemaren?" She repeated.

"Sorry about that." Smiled Anna. "She came up with that term and doesn't want to drop it since."

"That's alright. I find it cute."

"Pick me! Pick me! Pick me!" Begged the girl, lifting her arms.

Honeymaren chuckled. Eydis being 8 years old, her parents now refused to lift her in their arms, using it as an opportunity to tell her she was a grown up now. Yet, what interested the princess wasn't to be held, but to see until which age her aunt would be able to pick her.

The Northuldra lifted a teasing eyebrow. Her biceps clenched under her beige tunic as she playfully grabbed her laughing niece from the floor, flicking her like she weighed nothing.

"You're barely the weight of a log!" Giggled Honeymaren. "But you're heavier than the last time I saw you! You grow up so fast, even in a month!"

Anna smiled tenderly at the scene.

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"And I learned about trigonometry!" Exclaimed Eydis, finishing her summary as they were all eating around the table.

"That's amazing!" Smiled Honeymaren. "You're going to be so smart!"

The princess giggled, and then exclaimed:

"And so strong! I've become a super good carftsperson!"

"Craftsperson." Corrected Elsa with a smile, but her niece wasn't paying attention.

She had suddenly got off the table, and ran to her toolbox which was on a chair in a corner since the last time she played with it.

"And look! I have so many awesome stuffs."

Anna was touched by her enthusiasm, but her fish was served. She gently tugged on her daughter's arm.

"Eydis, not now. We're eating. Maybe later."

The princess pouted at her mother's sentence and put the box on the floor. She returned to her seat, and the Queen gave a sign to a maid that meant 'Discard this toolbox the minute she looks away.'

"I'll play with you later." Winked Honeymaren.

The girl beamed, and hungrily grabbed her fork.

Anna and Honeymaren, sitting on each side of Elsa, went into a discussion about the latest political decisions following the storm, and Kristoff, who was next to Eydis in front of Elsa, got into the 'Ain't ice wonderful?' topic like they did many times. They both always were very passionate about the subject, and now were entering in a debate on which month was best to harvest ice.

Kristoff, who had been serving Eydis, suddenly stared at the blonde.

"Elsa, are you okay?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Did I say something that hurt you?" Worried the King.

"What? No, what are you talking about?"

He pointed at her.

"Your glass is freezing."

Elsa looked down swiftly at his warning, and dropped her glass with a scared move. It shattered on the table along with the water it contained, now frozen, and the ice and glass fragments dispersed between the platters. Everyone stared at it then stared at her.

"Wha— I didn't..."

"Elsa, what's wrong?!" Panicked Anna.

"Do you feel alright?" Worried Honeymaren.

Both had put a hand on each of her shoulders, and she blinked in confusion.

"I'm fine, I swear. I don't know how that happened."

She waved her hand and the ice melted, vanishing in a thousand snowflakes that hovered up in the air.

"I'm sorry if I startled you." Said Elsa, staring at the shattered glass remaining on the table.

The Snow Queen then noticed that Honeymaren and Anna still had their hands on her shoulders.

"Maybe you shouldn't touch me. We never know..."

Anna shook her head, forcing her smile despite her worry. "Nonsense. We're never gonna get scared of you."

Honeymaren nodded.

She wanted to pass a hand along her back to assure her they would support her no matter what, but her fingers were stuck to her ice shoulder piece.

"Uh..."

It was the same for Anna, who wanted to resume eating, and they looked at each other.

"What?" Frowned Elsa, seeing that their attitude was weird.

She then looked at Anna's fingers. The redhead muttered.

"I think it's because your ice is... Very cold, for some reason."

"Elsa, calm down." Advised her girlfriend.

"I am calm!" Jolted Elsa.

"That doesn't sound very calm." Murmured Kristoff.

"I heard that." Hissed Elsa. "I swear on Ahtohallan that I am not upset or anything. I..."

She then realized what feeling it was. And blushed a bit.

"I'm feeling really great, actually. I'm pumped up, and I haven't felt this fit in a while. I'm in very good shape."

The blonde even sounded excited, and Anna lifted an eyebrow. Elsa smiled, fascinated.

"It feels exactly like when I leave Ahtohallan. I always regain magical energy once I visit the glacier. But that can't be it... It's too far."

"That would however explain why you're so cold..." Said the redhead, still struggling to take her hand off her.

"I'm cold?" Gasped Elsa.

Then she realized that Anna and Honeymaren's breaths were becoming visible, creating clouds like they had just entered winter. Elsa immediately felt fear rising in her, but grabbed the emotion on the go and clenched her eyes shut. She barely had made one breathing in that she forced herself to calm down, breathing out slowly and steadily.

Her experience paid off. The ice of her shoulder pieces retrieved their normal cold and the air its regular temperature, and both women gasped lightly as they took their hands off. Elsa winced.

"I'm so so—"

"Elsa." Said the two at the same time.

Her blue eyes widened. Anna chuckled at their synchronization.

"It's nothing. Everything's back to normal." She assured.

Elsa pouted.

"Because I focused to calm down, but that still doesn't explain..."

"It's fine, snømus. Relax. We're not resentful at all." Guaranteed Honeymaren.

Elsa almost cried at the caring eyes of all her family staring at her. Even Eydis had a smile as she was eating her fish again. A servant bent over the table to pick the glass fragments, and the Snow Queen got impressed by how close to her he was standing. Nobody, in the entire room, was even scared about what has just happened. There was palpable confusion for sure, but now most of them were resuming to their occupations.

The maids served the next course, taking advantage of the glass clean-up and the move back to the kitchen to also grab Eydis' toolbox and bring it back to her bedroom.

"Well, that was weird..." Chuckled Honeymaren, genuinely finding it funny that they got stuck to her like bugs to resin.

"And new." Commented Anna, also smiling. "Since when can you do that?"

"I didn't do it on purpose, I told you." Replied Elsa nervously. "I guess that I crafted my armor colder than usual this morning. I didn't feel the difference. It's weird."

The Queen puffed.

"That's not weirder than having your dreams materialized in ice dust."

Honeymaren coughed on her wine. "Excuse me, what?"

"Ohhhh, yeah. We have to tell you that."

Anna then proceeded to explain all of what had happened in the night, helped with Eydis' descriptions which were adorable, and made sure to omit no detail.

Honeymaren was speechless by the end of her story, and Eydis was tempted to tap her chin up to make her close her dropped jaw.

"Holy Spirits, I'm so disappointed I didn't get to assist to that." Muttered the brunette.

Elsa watched her girlfriend above clenched fingers against her face.

"You don't... Find it crazy?"

The Northuldra laughed loudly. "Elsa, I've once seen you sneeze snowmen after I tickled your nose with a feather. I'm immunized from all craziness for my entire life."

The Snow Queen chuckled, and they exchanged a tender gaze. Anna couldn't help but note how perfect their match was. Her sister was lucky to have such a devoted and open-minded lover.

"You mean that it never happened before?" Inquired Kristoff.

Honeymaren snorted. "No. Not that I think of. And we've been sleeping together for a decade now. I think I'd have noticed it if it started to snow inside the hut at night. I mean, during her dreams."

In the silence that followed, Elsa blushed furiously. Nobody else seemed to note the innuendo, thankfully.

"Say, in the game in her dream, did I win?" Honeymaren asked to Eydis.

"Yeah, you did!" Grinned the girl. "And you two laughed a lot about it."

"That was definitely last week. Aw, you dreamt about it. You're really not good at that game." Smirked the brunette.

Elsa gasped. "That's because you cheated! You hid behind a tree!"

"Since when hiding is against the rules?"

"Since..." Elsa grumbled. "Never mind."

"The good thing is that now, I know you didn't pretend to lose to make me win." Smiled her girlfriend, nudging her.

Elsa shook her head with a smile.

"Do you think that it's why she has this 'powers boost'?" Teased Kristoff. "To take revenge on you?"

"Ooooh, maybe." Joked the Northuldra.

Her face then suddenly got very serious.

"Or maybe it's the storm." She suggested, her tone thoughtful.

All stopped eating, even Elsa. She noticed.

"What? The Water and Wind Spirits are fighting, if your theory is correct. It would make sense if your powers suddenly increased. It's either due to the magic of the storm in the air, or to compensate their absence."

The blonde nodded.

"You're right... That could be it."

She put her cutlery down and looked at her hands, folding and unfolding her fingers like she always did when she was thinking about her magic.

"I do feel a change... But it's not something different in my powers, it's really more like they are like... Refreshed."

"That's definitely the word." Joked Kristoff.

They all laughed, and Elsa was more than glad to have them all surrounding her in this instant and in life, forgetting the oddness of the situation and now only paying in mind its good side: she was in perfect shape to face whatever danger her family would get in.

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Sounds of steel against steel resonated through the ball room, also used as the throne room, but in the current moment turned into the training one. Benches had been disposed against the walls, and boxes of armory had been brought in. Some guards were free to enter to train, the Queen insisting that the storm made no exception for her weekly class.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Puffed Anna, blowing a strand of her hair that had fallen to her face.

Elsa chuckled from the bench she was sit on. "I forgot how distracting it was to watch you sparring."

Anna grinned, taking her breath back, and a new soldier entered the zone, giving her a sign that they could start their combat training.

The redhead struck the first blows, and the Arendelle guard training against her with the same shield and sword had to duck and twirl faster than he expected. As his first practice fight against her, he was quite surprised.

"Wanna join?" Asked Anna, turning to her elder and sparring at the same time.

The soldier was a bit annoyed by her distraction. "Your Majesty, focus, please."

Anna lifted a sarcastic eyebrow, barely laid eyes on his posture, and strategically hit him right where he didn't expect it.

With a gasp, he bent over at the shock, and dropped his sword.

"Bold of you to think I can't do two things at a time." Stated the Queen, twirling her sword to celebrate her victory.

The other soldiers chuckled, standing on the side of the room. None of them was foolish enough to provoke her during their duels, but the man has just learned his lesson.

"No, thanks." Declined Elsa, smiling at the scene. "I'm not really the fighting type, you know that."

"Yes. But it's worth the try." Shrugged Anna as she drank water from the gourd disposed on another bench, and cleaned her face with a towel. "Since we were kids, you always have been more of a pacifist, and you're even more since you handle your powers perfectly."

She recited that second part like she had heard it a thousand times, and sounded the same way than her daughter reluctantly citing a lesson.

"Because being one with magic and nature now allow you to have alternatives in conflict." Said Kristoff on the same tone than his wife as he entered the room.

Elsa noticed their mockery and the smirks they had just exchanged. Did she say that this often?

"Are you two making fun of me?"

"No."

"Not at all."

The two lovers giggled, and Elsa eyerolled. In the move, she saw that Honeymaren had entered the room.

"I volunteer to train against you." She smiled, enthusiastic.

"Honeymaren!" Exclaimed Anna, taking one more gulp of the gourd. "Sure! Step in! It's been a while since the last time we fought each other."

The Northuldra smirked. "Let's see if you improved your footwork, fire head."

Anna grinned and grabbed her sword and shield back, taking position at the center of the room. The soldiers and servants stared at her, their attention driven to the upcoming fight.

Honeymaren took her tunic and sweater off, fully exposing her biceps and her large shoulders with the simple shirt she had underneath. She tightened the belt of her pants and walked to the armory stock, passing by Elsa. As she did, a rare ray of sun passed between the stormy clouds and lit up her body, which suddenly made Elsa craving for the water in Anna's gourd.

"Let me see..." Muttered Honeymaren, inspecting every weapon available.

She eyed a heavy mace with a disgusted 'That's barbaric' expression. She slowly stared at every item, her hands hovering a ranseur and a dagger. Anna had picked a long sword, which was rather random, but the redhead could fight with pretty much anything. If she believed Kristoff's story, she once kicked a wolf with a lute. However, the long sword didn't inspire Honeymaren.

Elsa noted the hesitation of her girlfriend.

"There's nothing here that looks like Northuldra's wood staffs, Honey." She murmured.

The brunette nodded and turned to Anna.

"Sorry, but I'm not gonna use a lethal weapon. It's against what I stand for."

The redhead was disappointed for many reasons.

"Don't worry", assured Honeymaren with a raised hand. "It's not gonna be a disadvantage."

She bent to the big box and picked one of the shields in it. She recognized the same crocus motif on it than on the ones Mattias and his soldiers had for years in her home place, but this one was more sophisticated and obviously designed more recently, so it was perfect to hold back a long sword.

"I'm gonna choose this shiny baby."

"That's a shield." Pointed out Anna, sarcastic. "What are you going to do with your other hand?"

"Well, hold the shield." Smiled Honeymaren, joining her in the middle of the room. "You think I can't hit you with it?"

Anna smiled, and asked no further question.

"Jorge, you'll be arbitrating the fight." She ordered to one of the soldiers standing on the side, and he straitened at the given task.

He grabbed the whistle. "How long do you wish it to be?"

"The classic three minutes. That will be long enough for me to have more points than you." Smirked Anna, turning to her opponent.

Honeymaren mirrored her expression. "Oh, we're doing it by counting points? Spirits, you're the most competitive person I've ever met."

"Everything is a competition." Declared Anna with an evil smile. She did a swirl with her sword, taking her position.

Honeymaren weighed the Arendellian shield, also keeping in mind its dimensions and what she could do with it. She then nodded at the soldier, and he whistled. Everyone in the room went suddenly quiet.

They first turned around each other, like two predators analyzing the other's behavior, and Kristoff sat next to Elsa on the bench, both their gazes locked on them. Several seconds passed until one of them dared to make the first move, and it obviously was the most impatient of the two; Anna.

With a shout, she slammed her sword down, and Honeymaren protected herself with her shield easily, despite being surprised by her force and speed. She peeked down at Anna's foot to inspect it. Nevertheless, she didn't expect them to be perfectly placed.

"You got better at hiding your next attack." Complimented the Northuldra.

"Thank you. Now can you predict that?"

Honeymaren's eyes widened, seeing Anna jump aside and duck to aim at her thigh from her blind spot due to the shield. The brunette had good reflexes, and stepped away to prevent it. The fight looked like it was rigged, for only Anna had a lethal weapon. However, Honeymaren had learned from the youngest age to never judge things by their appearance.

Indeed, Anna's hands both were occupied to hold those two different objects. On the opposite, Honeymaren had her left and right hands under the shield, which allowed a more powerful grip. What looked like a minus to an unwise eye actually was a strength if thought correctly. The Northuldra grinned and pushed Anna backwards with it and all her weight, and Anna couldn't hold the force back enough, so she started to lose her balance. Honeymaren then mimed to slam her face with the shield, and the Queen had the reflex to use her sword to counter her, so the brunette slid her shield in-between Anna's and the blade of her weapon. The younger froze in her move; if she finished it and lowered the sword, she would knock her face off with the lever effect and surely faint.

Anna puffed, breathing out, impressed by the clever move, her teal blue eyes staring at the close hazelnut ones.

"One point." Smirked Honeymaren.

"Not bad." Smiled Anna.

They both panted, rubbing their sweat a bit, and resumed the fight.

The two women kept fighting each other like that, Anna's moves slightly more violent than Honeymaren's, but she remained calm. All admired that she was able to not let her anger alter her strategy, because it now had been more than a minute that Honeymaren was leading the fight. Panting and grinning, they actually were enjoying inspecting the other's moves and combat style, noting how their opponent had improved while they were away.

Anna wasn't going to lose that easily, and had a quick thought as Honeymaren turned on herself to avoid being touched by another slash of her sword; the brunette had taken advantage of Anna having only one hand to hold her shield to use hers more cleverly. So maybe that she could use an advantage herself... And knowing the castle like the back of her hand was a really good one. Also, the Northuldra had brilliantly led her walk back to a bush of nettles the last time they fought in the Enchanted Forest, so Anna still had a revenge to take on her.

They may be fighting in the throne room for the first time ever, Anna had spent enough time in this room when she was bored as a girl and when she was partying in balls as a Queen to know that one of the paintings on the walls had a frame made of iron, which reflected the sun and often created a light that got in her eyes if she was sitting on the throne. The redhead quickly calculated the angle by two darting looks behind Honeymaren's shoulder, and before the latter could find it suspicious, she led her to the spot with a clever move of her shield, in fact pushing her. She then jumped around her, and Honeymaren winced as the light reflected into her left eye, grunting as she got blinded.

With a powerful yell, Anna blocked her elbow and held both her arms, then swiped her feet, and Honeymaren yelped as she fell backwards.

They stumbled to the floor together, Anna's sword at Honeymaren's throat, indicating she won a point. They started to stand up, but the soldier with the whistle announced the end of the session.

"Woo! Right on." Exhaled Honeymaren. "Okay, it ends in a draw. Well done, fire head. Until next time."

Anna smiled openly, filled with joy like always when she trained.

They held to each other, laughing together. The room filled with claps, and they smiled as they drank water.

Elsa looked at the scene with affection, and wondered if Honeymaren called her sister 'fire head' because Anna's untied hair was like a mane of lava around her, or because her whole face was as red as a beet.

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Honeymaren and Elsa entered the guess room in which they always slept when they came to visit the Arendelle family during celebrations or when it was too late for them to come back to the Forest after a long party in game nights.

As Honeymaren untied her braid, Elsa dropped heavily on the bed on her back.

"Gosh, what a day."

Her girlfriend chuckled, passing a hand in her short white spiky hair once she sat next to her.

"Are you tired?"

Elsa had a thinking pout. "No, actually, I'm not exhausted at all."

"Hum. The power boost, uh?"

"I still need to investigate on this thing." Sighed Elsa. "I'm in great shape physically, but mentally, it's been one of those days."

Honeymaren placed herself over her, smirking.

"Is it because you saw the storm being nationwide from the Giants' shoulder, or because I came here to scold you?"

Elsa smirked too as her lover's hair caressed her face.

"Maybe both?"

They chuckled then kissed, several times, like they preciously numbered each of their touches.

Honeymaren detached her face from her delicately after a while, still laying over her girlfriend, her elbows on the sheets on each side of her chest.

She hovered her finger along her light shoulder pieces and plackart. Her eyes were filled with care.

"Hey... Maybe take that off?" She asked, her voice soft.

Elsa stared at her, blushing a bit. She smirked. "Are you serious? Right now?"

The brunette got her drift, and laughed. "I didn't mean that, you idiot. I'll give you a massage."

The Snow Queen found the suggestion coming from nowhere, but realized in that instant how much she was craving for it.

"Yeah, you really need one. It's written all over your face." Smiled tenderly the Northuldra.

They now had been in couple enough years to have the best non-verbal communication, which was valuable for two quiet souls like them.

She sat on the bed, helping Elsa sit up as well with affectionate moves. The blonde sighed in content.

"I forgot how much I missed your touch." She murmured, her voice lulled.

"It's been five days, you drama queen. And I haven't even started massaging you yet."

"Hmmm." Answered Elsa, her head going in the nest of her neck.

"Don't fall asleep yet, snømus. Take those armor pieces off for me. You know only you can do it."

Elsa smiled and sat straight, waving her hands, and in a twirl of snow, only her white Fifth Spirit outfit remained on her skin.

The brunette poked at her belly, and Elsa jerked with a laugh.

"H-Honey!"

"Skin-like fabric check. Now go sit at the edge of the bed."

"Alright."

With smiles, they positioned like they always did when Elsa had a long day working around with the Spirits to protect the Forest, and came home in their hut with a sore back or an injured leg because she had, once again and on her own, saved merchants from something as insanely dangerous as bear attack.

The blonde sighed in profound relaxation when her girlfriend started massaging her back. The Northuldra however could feel how tense some of her muscles were, and insisted on them. She bent to whisper.

"Relax. It's all over. You've done an amazing job, okay? Release yourself from all that duty feeling."

Elsa hummed something that sounded negative, and Honeymaren kissed her through her short hair. She kept massaging her back as she inhaled her natural scent, and smiled in her platinum blonde hair as she recognized the familiar and soothing smell of licorice mint, which somehow never left the Snow Queen.

"I still feel bad for not finding a way to stop the storm..." Mumbled Elsa.

Honeymaren kissed her temple.

"Hey, Elsa... You're the most amazing person in the world, you know that?"

The blonde smiled. "By the numerous times you told me, I'm gonna end up believing it."

They laughed warmly, and Honeymaren moved her hands to her shoulders, touching strategic points in muscles that she knew were most used by someone being left-handed. Elsa moaned at the unique sensation only her girlfriend could provide. Honeymaren's gestures were precise and measured, both soft and strong, and it's exactly what she loved about their massage sessions.

Bathing in silence, they continued, only lit by the candles they had put on each nightstand, of which the wax was going down as time passed. Even the storm raging outside seemed inexistent because of how particular the bubble they had created was.

"A bit lower, please?" Asked Elsa when Honeymaren reached the lumber area.

The brunette chuckled, and bent to her face. "Keep it together. We're guests in a castle."

Elsa blushed intensely.

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"Will you ever forgive me? For not telling you that I was risking my life investigating on this storm?"

Honeymaren blinked as she woke up at the familiar voice. It was Elsa's, but it seemed distant, like a far-away echo, that resonated in the insides of a cave layered with winter dew.

When the Northuldra's eyes focused and she realized that she was assisting to the magical materialization of Elsa's dream, she sat up in a jolting move and forgot to breath for a long time, gasping and admiring all the details. It was even more astonishing than what she had possibly pictured at the descriptions.

She hadn't been awakened by the falling snow, for she was used to sleep outside in the winter and her cheeks didn't feel pricked by the cold. Besides, Elsa's snowflakes never felt truly icy; just like her, they were perfectly soft, like she defied the laws of Nature herself and came up with warm snow. Honeymaren saw that the dream featured Elsa and herself talking to each other, and she smiled at how the blonde perceived her, seeing the way she was represented from her point of view. Now she knew why she had heard Elsa's voice; it was a discussion between them, which had ended by the time Honeymaren woke up, and they now were both smiling as they walked through a valley.

Lifting her hand, the Northuldra admired the way ice dust floated around to create landscapes coming right from her lover's imagination. It made Honeymaren's heart soar with love and admiration, and when she turned to her girlfriend, it melted at her sight.

Elsa was sleeping deeply, a small smile curling her lips. She was turned to her direction, both her hands on the pillow next to her, the fingers of one slightly twitching and folding like she was actually holding Honeymaren's hand in the projected dream. She looked absolutely beautiful, her unique hair and pale skin enhanced by the moon light. Honeymaren slithered closer, looking at her and listening to her breathing.

"Snømus... I already forgave you." She whispered tenderly, kissing Elsa's forehead.

The blonde moaned at the sensation, all the magic manifestation vanishing slowly around them. The particles of ice dust went away the same mysterious way they appeared, and Elsa slowly blinked as she returned to reality.

She had the same vision there, though; Honeymaren warmly smiling at her.

"Honey? What..."

Her voice was croaked from sleep, but the brunette didn't care at all. She kissed Elsa deeply, and after some confusion, the blonde gave it back.

She smirked once they finished kissing, staring at the two brown gems in the dark.

"Let me guess, I did that odd thing again?"

Her lover smiled. "Don't say it like that. It was the most amazing thing in the world. I love you, Elsa."

The Snow Queen's eyes glittered with happy tears.

"I love you too. So much."

#hohohoh my gods what a long chapter #i'm giving this fic some novel-length chapter sizes lol #last time i did a 8'800 words chap it was in Untangling the Frozen Knots haha #you guys have courage (or dedication?) to read all that #i hope you like this chapter!#with all its flangst which i always have pleasure to bring to break your heart in all the ways #*singing* you're welcooome #yes snømus is an adorable nickname #it took me literally 3 days to come up with a loving name from HM #gosh what an adventure that this chapter is #and the dispute between HM and E broke my soul but HEY I LOVE TO SUFFER #what was your favorite part?#oh and emoji attesting you read those dumb tags: chocolate bar #frozen #frozen fanfics #post frozen 2 #frozen 2 #kristanna #frohana #snow sisters #elsamaren #eydis #anna's daughter #king kristoff #queen anna #snow queen elsa #disney #fanfic #iteots #in the eye of the storm

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authenticcadence18 · 4 years

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“Do You Trust Me?” Love Square Fluff Week 2020 Day 2: Trust

Remember that scene in Aladdin in which Aladdin asks Jasmine “Do you trust me??” and she’s like “...yes?”

I really love that scene ;)

AO3

“Chat Noir!!!! I have a plan to get us out of here!!!! Give me your baton, I need it to jump off the roof!!”

Chat blinked at Marinette, momentarily snapped out of his akuma-induced adrenaline high.

“I’m sorry, WHAT??”

...how exactly had they ended up here again?

One minute, he was cataclysming a bookshelf seconds before it crushed Marinette and whisking her off to find a safe spot, and the next, they were both stuck on the roof of Françoise Dupont...literally, in Chat’s case. Before leaving them to go hunt Ladybug, the akuma, Adhesiviser, had fired a sticky substance at Chat’s feet, gluing him to the roof and leaving him with a blinking ring inching dangerously close to expiration.

Sure, his identity was about to be revealed, Ladybug was nowhere to be found, and Marinette was clearly starting to go insane due to the pressure they were under but...he’d gotten out of stickier situations before...right?

“We don’t have time to debate this!!!!” Marinette stomped over to him from her position on the edge of the roof of the school. “The akuma glued all the doors shut and you’re stuck, so we can’t get down!!! If you detransform up here, someone is sure to see you and your secret identity will be exposed!!!! This is the only way, just give me your staff!!”

“But--” Chat’s brain rushed to catch up to her words. “But, but what if the akuma comes back?? I need my staff to protect us!!!

“And..and...and you don’t have any superpowers!!! You could get hurt!!! I...I couldn’t bear to watch you get hurt on my account again….let’s just wait for Ladybug, she has to get here soon…..” He flinched, painful memories of a certain brunch echoing in his head.

“I’ll be fine, Chat Noir,” Marinette assured him before stepping up and extending an arm to him. “Do you trust me??”

A moment lingered between them.

“....what?”

“I said, do you trust me??”

Something stirred in Chat Noir’s gut.

There was something about Marinette at that moment.

Maybe the determined glint in her eyes.

Maybe the utmost confidence etched in her brow.

Maybe the way she was so desperate to protect him, even without a Miraculous.

“...of course I do.”

Eyes wide, Chat relinquished his baton to Marinette. Without wasting a second, she ran to the edge of the roof, extended the baton to reach the ground, and vaulted across the street. She landed--a bit clumsily, but she landed!--on the roof of the building opposite Françoise Dupont and condensed Chat’s weapon.

“Now grab onto the staff when it reaches you and hang on tight!!!!”

Marinette extended the staff again, this time across the rooftops and directly to Chat. Chat gripped it tightly--and then he was flying across the street and landing in a leap next to her.

Marinette offered her partner a hand and helped him stand, grinning proudly. “I had a feeling the force of the stick pulling you from so far away would be enough to get you un-stuck!!”

“Wow, Marinette….that was beyond awesome!!!” Chat exclaimed. “You could give Ladybug a run for her money!” He paused, pondering for a second, before adding “Well, I guess you technically already have….” with a conspiratorial wink.

Marinette’s balance faltered. “W-what?”

And then Chat’s face brightened. “As Multimouse!!! You were so amazing when we fought Kwamibuster!!”

Marinette exhaled. “Ahh, right. Multimouse.”

“You know, maybe Ladybug COULD reinstate you as a miraculous holder….it’s not as if anyone else knows your secret identity...it would be safe with me! Once I tell her about today, she won’t be able to refuse!!”

Though his words warmed her heart, Marinette knew Multimouse had to remain retired for the time being. But she didn’t have to worry about reinforcing that. At least not in her civilian form, anyway. Ladybug, on the other hand, might have her work cut out for her…

“I guess we’ll just have to wait and see!” she replied with a shrug.

“Well, either way, you’re AMAZING, Marinette!” Chat grinned, making a dramatic show of bowing before her to express his admiration. As he came up from the bow, something shifted in his expression.

“...sometimes I wish I could tell you my secret identity….” he mused, almost to himself.

Marinette blanched, as did Chat one he realized what he’d said.

“Uhm! That is! So we could hang out and be friends outside our masks! I don’t think you’ve ever met me outside of the mask, and it would be fun to get to know you better. Yup.”

If she’d been wearing her spots, Marinette would have pointed out that Chat was a terrible liar…..but she herself didn’t want to think too hard about his previous statement. “I think you have a kwami to recharge and an akuma to fight,” she reminded him.

“The akuma! Right!” Chat scanned the horizon before discovering his target in the distance. “Thanks again for your help, Marinette!

“It’s good to know Ladybug and I have civilians we can trust!”

And with a salute and a wink, he was off to shove cheese in Plagg’s mouth.

By the time Chat re-emerged in the battle, Ladybug was already there. He beamed, eager to brag about the cleverness of his own “Everyday Ladybug."

...

Adrien….was not having the best day. Pre-recorded piano music flitted about the room as he sat slumped at his desk, too downtrodden to practice piano but too burned out from his father and Nathalie’s scolding to risk not upholding the illusion of said practice. Plagg had tried cheering him up with jokes, but his kwami’s antics weren’t enough to lighten Adrien’s mood tonight. Not even going out as Chat Noir sounded enticing.

He’d barely spoken two words to his father all week.

Nathalie had snapped at him for getting home from school late yesterday.

Nino had been absent from school for the past two days with the flu.

And he hadn’t seen Ladybug since their fight with Adhesiviser last week.

...the memory of Marinette boldly grabbing his staff and effortlessly saving him teased a smile from Adrien’s mouth. At least SHE was always there to light up his days, whether it be with a bashful smile, a bout of clumsiness, or a flurry of inspired creativity.

But then the frown returned...because as amazing as Marinette was, he didn’t want to burden her with any of the sadness weighing down on him…he was still lonely.

Adrien was jolted out of his gloomy haze by a faint tapping on his window.

He whirled around in his desk chair...and was quickly grateful to be sitting down because he probably would’ve fallen over, had he been standing up.

Ladybug hovered outside his window, held taut by her yo-yo string. She waved with a timid grin.

Adrien practically flew to his window and tore it open. He hoped Plagg had the sense to hide because that was the last thing on his mind right now.

“Ladybug!!!!!” he gasped as she perched on his windowsill. “What--how--what are you doing here?? Is everything alright??”

Had Adrien been so busy moping that he missed an akuma attack?

Did his hair look alright??

Had he cleaned the dirty laundry he’d tossed on the floor this morning???

Ladybug smiled softly. “I should be asking YOU that question,” she replied.

“I, uh...that is...a little ladybug told me you’d been having a bit of a rough week.”

Adrien flushed crimson. Had his bad mood been so apparent that even LADYBUG picked up on it somehow??

“Uh, well, uh...I’ve just been busy and stuff….but nothing too bad, really…”

Oh shoot.

Ladybug totally didn’t believe him. She was gazing at him with that LOOK. The look she gave Chat Noir whenever he alluded to his own struggles, the look she gave hapless akuma victims who’d been hurt and truly didn’t know any better.

She KNEW he was in pain. And for some reason, sharing that burden with her, even just the slightest bit of it, made Adrien feel almost weightless.

Ladybug cocked her head at him, pursing her lips and pondering, “Hmm...you’re just super busy and don’t need cheering up? That’s a shame. I was hoping you’d maybe have time to...go explore Paris with me? You know, fly around, feel the wind in your hair, that sort of thing?”

Adrien’s heart practically leapt out of his chest.

Ladybug wanted to take ADRIEN around Paris???

He was speechless.

Beyond speechless.

He couldn’t even breathe.

Ladybug took his lack of coherent speech as hesitation. “Don’t worry, I won’t drop you…” she teased with a gentle giggle. “Come on, Adrien.”

She gingerly extended an outstretched palm towards him.

“...do you trust me?”

If Ladybug’s earlier invitation rendered him incapable of breath, this question practically knocked the breath out of his lungs.

“....what?”

Ladybug shifted her weight, the faintest hint of pink glowing beneath her mask.

“I said...do you trust me?”

Adrien was falling, falling, falling.

And suddenly, he was back on a rooftop wearing a mask and gazing down at Marinette.

Marinette, who was so brave.

Marinette, who was so clever.

Marinette, who was always there for him.

Marinette, who’d extended her hand and asked for his trust.

Adrien’s eyes widened.

And then he was staring up at Ladybug again, reverently, feeling as if he was seeing her, TRULY seeing her, for the first time.

“....of course I do…..” he whispered.

...

A CONTINUATION OF THIS FIC WILL BE POSTED LATER THIS WEEK!!!!!

...can you guess which day of Love Square Fluff Week Part 2 will coincide with?

Thanks so much for reading!!!!!

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nad-zeta · 4 years

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Matchup! ( ﾟヮﾟ)

hiya! I only just found your amazing blog and I was wondering if I could get a ship for IkeSen?

Basics~ I’m a straight Australian/scottish female (also huffelpuff) with longish brown wavy hair, green eyes, freckles and dimples. I’m somewhat average weight but with more of an athletic build. People are always trying to hug me even though I hate hugs and also squish my cheeks. Im very ticklish and if someone tickles me I will fight back.

Personality~ I have an INFP personality type which really explains a lot about me. I hate talking about how I feel with people and tend to just ignore feeling like sadness or anger, but then I love it when people rant to me about their own problems since I like giving advice. So I guess im quite reserved, which I think annoys people who don’t know me to well. For me, being reserved means a lot of awkwardness, and when at school I tend to just stare out the window (if I have no friends in that class) If I am comfortable about someone I love deep conversations. Like, not necessarily about proper issues more about dumb stuff like how we are our soulmate from a past live (idk me and my friend talked about that one for ages) I also have a weird laugh but oh well…

I’ve always been quite spiritual I guess, and would always see and hear things that my family wouldn’t. I used to be really quite when I was younger, not really because I was that shy or anything but more because I had a very active mind. That got better as I grew older, but im still really into tarot reading and all that squiz! Aries is my zodiac and im very passionate about research and trying to figure out strangers zodiacs.

My hobbies include: field hockey, swimming, reading (ASOIAF over and over) binge watching shows, drawing, collecting stones and making stone pets, sewing and making clothes, stargazing, researching the biology of strange insects, journalling, baking, gardening, going on rides with friends and being in my hammock for hours.

Things I dislike are: sleeping in (im an early bird), when people ask personal questions and I hardly know them, when my friends fight (im usually not apart of that), getting chilblains on my toes, when my neighbours dog won’t stop barking, tarragon (ew!), throne of glass book series (sorry, just can’t, nothing against the author), randomly judgmental people (like if you smile at them and they scoff, arggghh im already socially awkward safe me!) and the character Hannah from dark on Netflix.

- Thanks so much, I may go stalk your account now. ღ ღ

@ophelias-flower-bed

Hi hi dear! ❤🦊Thank you so much for the request! I’m sorry for taking sooo freaken long with this!🦋🥰 Hehe, hope you have a super good day! And I hope you enjoy this, love! ❤🌻🦋

I match you with……………… Yoshimoto

After having arrived back in the past and saving Nobunaga’s life you were settling in rather nicely. The warlords had gotten used to their new reserved princess, who, low key kept to herself. It had taken you a while to get Hideyoshi to trust you, mainly cause when you did communicate with him, you would awkwardly stumble over your words. Although after some time, he had come to realize that you were just a reserved little cinnaroll.

You worked extremely hard for the castle and its people, and you were starting to wear thin

As an apology for suspecting you of being an assassin, Hideyoshi showered you with gifts and turned into a big brother figure. He noticed pretty early on that you never really talked about your feelings, but the exhaustion from working hard was painted clear as day across your face. He shooed you to the markets with a bag of coins and told you to treat yourself.

You walked around the market aimlessly when a fabric stall caught your attention. The fabrics were dyed bright colours and incredibly soft. Your fingertips danced across each of the blots until you found one that you liked. You hadn’t sewn or made any clothes since arriving in the past, and you low key missed it. As you went to pay for the fabric and a few sewing notions, a loud voice boomed behind you, “What a beautiful design.” You tuned back to find a beautiful man dressed in a rather extravagant kimono. You gave a small smile, not really knowing what to say in these situations and left.

A few days later, you had successfully made your first kimono of the past and decided to test it out by going to a teahouse, to peacefully sit and sip on some tea. You sat outside, enjoying the warm sun as you looked out onto the beautiful scene before you. The teahouse had a beautiful garden, and you couldn’t help but feel inspired to draw it.

Yoshimoto had just finished spying on the Oda forces, when he spotted you sketching in the summer sun. He curiously made his way up to your table and sat down. He was low key thankful for the fact that the teahouse was packed. The only open seats to chose from was the one opposite you and one on the other far corner of the tea-house.

Your eyes shot up curiously at the new presence at your table. He simply gave you a kind smile, “Wow did you make that from the fabric, it’s absolutely stunning! You are a very talented seamstress little bird.” You gave a weary laugh in your usual awkward way, and told him that you were no seamstress, rather that you enjoyed making clothes for fun. He smiled as he sipped on his tea and watched you draw.

A light conversation flowed between the two of you, and you found yourself actually enjoying is company. In the weeks to follow, you had run into the man more and more. These run-ins would usually take place in fabric shops, and end with the two of you sitting down to have tea together.

He honestly loved your accent, and that you would listen to him rant about all his problems. He loved the way your eyes would light up whenever he would ask your opinion on a matter. He especially loved that unusual laugh you would do, whenever he complained about one of his travelling companions always wanting to pick a fight with him. As the two of you got to know each other better you found yourself opening up more and more to him

He found your love for zodiac and tarot extremely amusing. He would ask you all about it, even wanting to know what his sign was and the traits that would go along with it. Definitely asked you more than once to read his cards. He even low key wanted to try his hand at reading your cards for you. It was also at this point when you low key told him you loved to collect rocks.

He wasn’t sure exactly when it happened, but Yoshimoto found himself completely in love with you. You had honestly been the first person to see him for him and not as some extravagant man or the head of his clan. He would often take you on horse riding trips outside of the town. His favourite spot to take you was the beach, cause you would always get that excited glint in your eyes at the idea of finding some cool new rocks for your collection.

The two of you would walk together for hours looking at and showing off cool rocks you had found on the sand or in a nearby cave. Sometime you cuties would have a competition as to who could make the best stone pet. Yoshi has had a hard life having to burden the responsibility of being the head of his clan, but during time like this with you, he felt completely relaxed and at ease.

One day Yoshi found a bright red ruby during one of your dates on the beach. He carefully tucked it away before you could spot it. He gave the stone to Shingen and asked him to turn it into a dainty necklace for you, setting his plan in action. He had planned out the perfect date to give it to you and confess his love. After a week of reporting back to Kenshin and Shingen, he made his way back to Azuchi to spend some more time with you.

At this point, both of you knew of each other’s secret identities. You knew he was an enemy spy and the head of an enemy clan and he knew you were an Oda princess, but that never stop the two of you from hanging out with each other. You always missed him when he would go home to report back. So much so that even the Oda forces suspected that you had a special someone in your life. TBH when yoshi was away he would write the most beautiful poems and letters to you. They were never too romantic as the two of you had only been friends, but they did speak of how much he missed you.

On his way back, he spotted you in the forest with a notebook in hand sketching out strange little bugs that you had found. No matter how long he has known you, every time he saw you, you managed to surprise him. He walked his way up to you and glanced down at your notebook, you low key smacked his chest for scaring you. He spent the afternoon with you looking at strange bugs and telling you about the biology of the ones he knew. He was slightly surprised, as he never realized how many different types of bugs actually existed and inhibited the forest.

As evening fell, he took your hand and helped you onto his horse to take you to a surprise destination. You rode until the sun was well beneath the horizon and finally arrived on the hop of a big hill. He carefully helped you down and lead you to a little picnic that he had set out for the two of you.

He remembered that you had mentioned during your various conversations that you also loved stargazing and it just so happened that he too was a lover of the stars. He had told you that on that particular evening there would be a meteor shower.

The two of you sat and chatted in deep conversation about soul mates and past lives as you waited for the meteor shower to start. The two of you sat and looked up at the heavens as the meteor shower started. After the last star shot across the sky, Yoshimoto presented you with the ruby necklace and a small little ruby rock pet. He smiled as he told you that a friend of his *cough Sasuke cough* had told him the significance of giving someone a ruby and that he thought it was rather fitting for this situation.

After that, you decided to move to Kasugayama castle with Yoshi to get to know him better. You weren’t even there two days and you were named as the official castle seamstress by Kenshin due to the beautiful clothes you made. The bunny lord loved your kimonos so much that he commissioned you to make a few tiny ones for his beloved bunnies

Yoshi couldn't helps but smiles as you would sit in the council room, silently looking out of the window. He loved watching the shocked expressions that would play across his friends’ faces whenever you would instantly open up whenever he walked into the room.

He was absolutely over the moon when he found out the two of you had a hobby in common, that being gardening. He legit loves to spend hours with you outdoors as the two of you dig in the dirt and plant some beautiful flowers. Sometimes if he is feeling playful, he will try and tickle you, which usually ends up in a bit of a tickle/mud fight.

Because Yoshi is a warlord, he needs to stay fit and keep up with his training so when you tell him about your favourite sports he absolutely wants to include them in his training regimen, as a way to stay fit and spend time with you. He 100% drags his Kasugayama friends out to the open field so that all of you can play a match of field hockey. Thanks to Sasuke’s amazing ninja skills, he managed to construct a makeshift goal and hokey equipment for everyone.

Usually in the summer when it is scorching hot, Yoshi would take you to a nearby waterfall or beautiful lake to swim to your heart’s content and to cool down from the scorching sun.

He absolutely loves, loves, loves it when you surprise him with baked goods, and will 9/10 time go and brag about your fantastic baking skills to his cousin.

His all-time favourite thing is to lay in a hammock with you in his arms as you read. He would usually just sit and watch you read occasionally falling asleep while gently holding you.

Yoshi knows you hate hugs so he will keep them to a minimum, but he honestly can’t help but want to warp you up in his arms or pinch those cute cheeks of yours. His favorite thing in the world is to drop a small kiss on your dimples, as he finds them incredibly cute.

Often the two of you will be out on some fun adventure together, collecting rocks or having a blast. Quiet times between the two of you would usually involve merely enjoying each other company in random deep conversations.

Other potential matches……………. Kennyo

I hope you have a super good day!❤🦋🥰

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Speak of the Devil Pt. 3

Summary: The sun rises and you watch as it dips closer and closer to the horizon. It’s the worse day of your life, again, and you have no choice but to relive it. Except, this time, you have Sara.

Word Count: 2086

A/N: I am disgustingly proud of this part and this story. I hope you guys enjoy it, I’m sorry if there are any mistakes but wow I actually edited this one THATS how proud I am. Let me know what you think!

Pt.1 Pt.2

The moment when the sun begins to set was when it all began. For years after, maybe decades or centuries, you had hated the night. Sara changed that for you on your very first date. You would have never taken her for a romantic and maybe that was your first mistake on the long journey of falling for her; you had underestimated her ability to feel. You had expected a drink shared between somewhat friends, a night spent in her bed, and a morning ignoring it all. Instead, she took you to the highest point in Central City, laid down a blanket at midday, and fed you with amazing food and even better conversation. You hadn’t even noticed time passing until the world turned yellow around the both of you and you were stuck staring at the darkening sky. Time froze for a whole other reason then and it wasn’t for a while the you heard her voice. The moon was steadily rising, Orion’s Belt hung over her head, and her smile was so soft despite the fact that you ruined the end of a perfect date. “I’m sorry-“ You had started, wanting to apologize but not knowing how. The memory of why had faded long ago though the feeling had stayed.

“Hey, it’s fine.” You never imagined an assassin would be able to comfort you but she did it so easily. She had shuffled closer, sitting next to you instead of across, and shrugged as if everything was fine. As if she understood. “We all have our things.” And when you had turned to look at her, you saw the same haunted look in her eye that you found yourself feeling every night. She did understand, she probably understood more than you could ever know, but you wanted to. For the first time in a while you wanted to fall again. So underneath the full moon, with a bustling city below you, you kissed her and fell when you promised you never would again.

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“It’s impossible to sneak up on a ship but to try to sneak up on mine is suicide.” You whispered to Sara, glaring at the west even though there was nothing there just yet. “We see them coming from a mile away and it makes us that more dangerous.”

“You have to go through the day as normal, Y/N.” She said slowly. You were too close, you both knew it, and if you were anyone else you would be stuck on the Waverider. In a way, you wish you were. “You’re not supposed to know what’s coming.”

“That’s the thing, Sara.” With the imagination of your mind, you could practically see the other ship moving towards you. “I knew from the moment I woke up.” You whispered. It was true, you had woken up on this very day with a pit in your stomach and suspicion in your veins. You didn’t live as long as you had and not picked up how to sense danger. You took a deep breath and straightened your back, ready to give the same speech you did long ago. “Crew!” Your voice bellowed, loud and sharp enough to cut above the waves. Within minutes your crew filled the deck, each with their eyes trained on you, ready and willing to listen. “Something from Hell is coming and there be no stoppin it.” You fell into your old footsteps, remembering the moment as if it was a song and dance and not memory. “If ya wish to hide then so be it. if ya wish to run, I’ll allow it.” You finally turned to look at them, to really look at them. They were dirty and broken, their faces bruised, mangled, and scarred, but you remembered each person and their story. “But this here be home. This, you, be family. The blood we spill is the blood of our kin and that will never change. It will live in every crack and hole of this ship and every scar and scratch on your souls.” They remained silent, though you couldn’t help but look at Lydia and Sara’s faces. Lydia was composed, a slight pride in her stance but that was all. She was used to these speeches though this was the first you time you had mentioned family. Sara, however, looked close to tears as she watched you. You weren’t sure why but you couldn’t ask just yet. “So I ask ye, who’s ready for hell?”

The cheer that followed was deafening and, for a moment, you forgot it was just an act. In the silence that came with hearing nothing but screams of trust and love, you remembered the good parts of this time. The love, the trust, and, right now, the family. You were too caught up in it and as Lydia hugged you from the side, guiding the crew into a huddle, you didn't even think to look for your team. They were left to the sidelines, staring awkwardly at each other as you were surrounded. Maybe it was a good thing you couldn't see them, then you couldn't see the look on Sara's face and that would've ruined the perfect picture you had painted yourself back in.

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When Sara had asked you to join the Legends you hadn't even thought twice about it. It had been hard, dating between an immortal and a time traveler, because while a regular person would notice no time passing; you felt every second she was away. She didn't know that in the beginning, so when she had offered and you accepted immediately; she was shocked. You had one final mission with Team Flash, a goodbye without them knowing it, and had kissed Sara goodbye as she went to fix time. Then Sara had come back and looked at you as if she saw a ghost.

"You- you were there." She had stammered out the moment she saw you in Star Labs. Barry walked towards her, concerned beyond belief because for Sara Lance to be left speechless meant something was wrong. You got to her before him and guided her out of the public.

"Hey, hey, you're okay." You whispered, slightly panicking but keeping in contact with her nonetheless. You had an inkling, a small thought in the back of your head that told you she knew. And with that thought came another, much louder, one that said that was the last time you could hold her close. You caressed her cheek, a sadness creeping into your eyes as you looked at her. "Tell me what happened."

She looked at you in a way she never let anyone else she. She was vulnerable and it was then that you realized you had fallen in love with the assassin in your arms. "I saw you in Ancient Rome. Ancient Rome, Y/N." You nodded, not sure what you were supposed to say. "You were being worshipped like some god and- I'm not crazy, okay?" She poked your chest but you knew nothing on your face made her think you felt that way.

"You're not, baby." You rubbed her arms in comfort, hoping that that wasn't the last time you would be there to help her.

"We've met lookalikes before but something about this was-" She wasn't able to finish her thought, so you had finished it for her.

"The real thing?" It was her turn to look at you hopefully and you had taken a moment to bask in it. To remember that she trusted you enough to let you see her insecurities with no doubt in her mind.

"Yes!"

"That's because it was, love." You hadn't wanted to look at her after you said it, wanting to live in the moment just a little longer. But when you did look, all you saw was confusion.

"What do you mean?" Slowly, you saw the wall come back and push her emotions back and you wanted to punch yourself.

"That was me. A very, very, long time ago." You took a step back to try and give her room but her hand stayed grasped on your arm. Whether it was anger or need, you weren't sure and you didn't really care. She still wanted you close, the reasoning didn’t matter. You took a deep breath, you remember your heart beating a mile a minute as you said what you never did before. "I'm immortal."

She had scoffed, dropping her hand and shaking her head. "Immortal."

"I'm not making fun of you and this isn't a joke." You had said, desperately. "There's a reason I can't get hurt and it's because I can't die." You were hesitant as you took her hand in yours and you let yourself feel. You had let her see what you were feeling; scared. Terrified, in fact, because you had never shared that secret. You stood there, staring at her hand in yours instead of her eyes but she said nothing. "Please believe me." Your voice was barely above a whisper.

"Were you ever going to tell me?" Her voice was just as quiet but, somehow, it was as strong as ever.

"I've wanted to." You said, as honestly as you could. "The moment I knew I was falling for you I wanted to tell you right then and there."

"Why didn't you?" She was stoic. There was nothing in the way she spoke or the way she stood that could give you a hint as to what she was feeling. That was always her appeal though, the fact that she didn't hold herself as strictly with you as she did with others.

You had shrugged, "I was scared." You laughed without humor, "Just like I am now because-" You finally looked up and into her eyes. In all your time, you had never felt the way you did with her. "-I don't wanna lose you."

She had held your face, an almost innocent smile on her face. "You won't." Not only did you believe her then but that was the first time you felt loved without ever having to say it.

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With the crew dispersed and back to work the countdown in your head became louder and louder. Lunch was served, well 'served', and you watched as half the crew ran to the side to hack it back up. You were weak from the very beginning. You passed through a storm and watched as they panicked to throw the water back over board. You were compromised without ever knowing it. But, what you watched the most, was the sun and as it dipped closer and closer to the horizon, you felt the dread building up.

"Hey." You had kicked the rookie out of the crow's nest and watched the sun at eye level. The fact that Sara had made it all the way up there without you realizing was a sign that you were far too distracted.

"I did this the first time too, don't worry." Surprisingly, it was true. The old you was beyond paranoid and you had wanted to follow the feeling in your gut all the way to the clouds.

"You were really intuitive." She hugged you from behind, the two of you finally able to show affection without messing anything up. You weren't sure if you wanted that right then or if you deserved it.

"Look what help that did." You mumbled, the edges of the sky starting to darken. Dusk wasn't here just yet but it was far too close. On the horizon, you could see the glimpse of darkness and it wasn't your imagination. "There they are. I hadn't seen them the first time. I was looking the other way." You were having an out of body experience, you were sure, because a part of you didn't even realize you were talking.

"Maybe you should too then." She said it gently, almost a suggestion but when you didn't answer she circled you around.

"I still know they're there." There was nothing but blue on the other side, the sun low enough that it was picking sides.

"And that's not going to change." She leaned her head against your back, watching the dot get closer and closer so you didn't have to. She was your other half like that. "I love you."

You watched the first stars fill the sky, faint but there. The smallest hint of red painted the sky and you felt Sara stiffen behind you. "I love you too." It was time. They were here.

Pt. 4

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withabackpackandcamera · 4 years

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November 26th, 2019

Day 5: The Big Day on the Trotternish Peninsula

When our alarms rang this morning, it was pitch black outside. It was probably around 5:30AM or 6:00AM that we got up to get ready for the planned sunrise hike at the Old Man of Storr, a big hill that is part of the Trotternish Ridge with a rock pinnacle called the “Old Man” on it and a location with a beautiful, scenic hike located just a 20 minute drive from our AirBnB. We quickly ate some breakfast in the room and then made our way out onto the dark road. By the time we reached the parking lot for the hike, we were the third car there, with one car having just parked right before us. Bundled up and relatively cozy, we started the dark ascent up the very large hill on our way to the Old Man of Storr.

The beginning of the ascent was rather steep, a little more so than I thought but nothing too crazy. After walking up the clear-cut dirt-gravel path for a bit and making our way past a couple of gates, we arrived at the tricky part of the hike, where the path became more ambiguous, rocky, and muddy as well. In the slowly lifting darkness, we navigated our way up the rocky, muddy hillside, trying to figure out which path would lead us to the best viewpoint of the area. Eventually, after meandering through the landscape one foot at a time, following close behind a couple who had overtaken us on the hike up, we finally made it to a high-up, open area near the Old Man of Storr pinnacle. And as we arrived to this open area, the heavy fog rolled in.

Cynthia was not excited by my idea of continuing the hike up to give time for the fog to clear out and to give us some time to find a nice vantage point for some views and photos. But after a little bit of pushing, I finally got her to continue the hike up. And hike up we did. We ended up making our way up to a nice little ridge with great views of the Old Man of Storr and the surrounding area. At this point, the fog was still heavy but slowly lifting and moving away with the wind blowing hard and the sun starting to peek out over the horizon.

I stood around with my camera and tripod and took some shots from several vantage points, trying my best to get the shot I wanted without wasting too much time. Finally, I set up my shot for the big moment. There was a reason why we ended up doing a sunrise hike here at the Old Man of Storr. There was a reason why I kept pushing Cynthia to keep going up the mountain: to get to the best possible views of the area. And the reason: a long-awaited proposal, one that I had spent time planning out and hoping the weather would cooperate with for a couple of months.

As I set the tripod to capture the views of the beautiful landscape slowly revealing itself from behind the lifting fog, I called Cynthia over for some impromptu timed photos of us and we proceeded to take some photos on an automatic interval timer. After a couple of shots, it happened! After a subpar (in my mind) impromptu speech, with me fumbling my words all over the place, the ring was revealed and she said yes! :DDD We’re engaged! And all the while, the landscape behind us lit up with the sun peeking from behind the fog and clouds, painting a beautifully vibrant and dynamic scene, fit for the beautiful occasion.

With the epicness of the actual proposal finally over, I breathed out a sigh of relief as we took time to just enjoy the moment, the landscape, and each other (all the while with my camera set to take some photos and timelapses for me). After spending some extra time for photos and chatting, Cynthia finally got unbearably cold, so we slowly made our descent down to the parking lot, stopping every now and then for some camera shots and for some random scrambles up hillsides for more photos of the beautiful area.

The descent down the mountain was quick and relatively painless and before long, we were down by our car once again with skies clearing and the sun climbing high. The plan for the rest of the day was to do a relatively quick drive through the Trotternish Peninsula with whatever daylight was left to begin our engagementmoon. The next stop before actually exploring the peninsula was grabbing some food and fuel for the car. I dropped Cynthia off in downtown Portree to grab some food as I drove off to refuel the car. Once I was back and we talked things over, we ended up grabbing a flatbread, a chicken pesto panini, and a cup of hot chocolate from MacKenzie’s Bakery and The Granary. And with our car refueled and our bellies in the process, we drove off once more, this time for a quick, clockwise tour of the peninsula (a tip given to me by the clerk at the gas station, saying that the clockwise drive of Trotternish is much better than the counterclockwise drive).

Our first stop on the drive was the little town of Uig. Rather, it was the point in the drive where we had to take a turn off the main road to visit the Fairy Glen, a strange scenic area of many random conical mounds with a landscape that looked like it could house little fairies. There, we got out of the car to take a little hike through the glen and checked out some of the views of the area from the mounds. It was just a quick stop before we moved on to our next stop: The Quiraing, the beautifully surreal area that provided some of the most spectacular landscapes in Scotland.

To get to the Quiraing, we had to drive across the middle of the peninsula (since we skipped driving out to the very edge of the Trotternish) on a one-lane road. Meaning that with traffic going both ways, you’d have to use the Passing Places, areas of the road that were wider than the normal road where you could turn off to allow other cars to drive by in the opposite direction or to allow cars behind you to pass. All in all, the drive was simple enough and we eventually made it through to the Quiraing.

And the landscape was… wow. What a crazy scene! I parked the car and Cynthia and I made our way over to the viewpoint right on the edge of a cliff that looked out into the valley and winding road below. It was a view I hadn’t ever experienced before and it was worth the drive for sure! With the crazy landscape came the crazily fierce winds that were blowing in the area and the wind tunnels that resulted in some spots. Unfortunately, because of how windy it was and because of our time constraints, we didn’t stay at the Quiraing for very long before driving off to see our last destination prior to leaving the peninsula. So sad Cynthia and I didn’t have enough time to hike through The Quiraing! I’m sure it would’ve been a spectacular hike!

The last stop on the Trotternish was Kilt Rock and Mealt Falls Viewpoint. It was a short drive away from the Quiraing. We dropped by briefly to enjoy the views of the sea, the rock formation called Kilt Rock, and the waterfall emptying into the sea before hitting the road back to Portree once more. Of course, on the drive back, we could appreciate the views of Old Man of Storr from the road, which was neat to see given that it was where we had hiked just this morning! You could appreciate just how crazy the area was and how crazy the hike was from the drive by.

Once we were back in Portree, we quickly drove through town for a quick glimpse of Portree and off we went. At this point, night was falling and we needed to drive about 3.5 hours to our accommodations for the night at the Isle of Eriska Hotel, Spa, and Island, the first main part of our engagementmoon. So we skipped whatever other things I had planned for the Isle of Skye and booked it toward our hotel. And it was really far, especially given how tired we were from the day’s explorations and the early morning. On the drive, we were lucky to somewhat appreciate Sligachan Old Bridge and Eilean Donan Castle as we drove by them. But before we knew it, it was once again dark and the drive was full of dark, pitch black views with the occasional headlights shining in the distance.

We ended up getting to the Isle of Eriska Hotel in a reasonable amount of time, shaving off about 15 to 20 minutes of the drive with careful, slightly higher-than-speed-limit driving. Once we were out of the car, we checked in to our beautiful castle-like hotel and super spacious, cozy suite that was big enough to fit a couple of families! The castle was beautiful. The interiors were so elegant yet so warm and cozy that it was the perfect place to end our proposal day.

Because I had made reservations for dinner at the hotel restaurant, we quickly moved to get cleaned up and get dressed for our fancy evening dinner. And we made it down to the dining room just in time (after moving dinner back half an hour or so). And it was a beautiful place to have dinner. Other than the two other couples present there, the dining room was relatively empty, which was quite nice, since we felt like we had almost the entire place to ourselves.

For dinner, we had a three-course meal from a set menu with some options, plus pre-meal canapes and a glass of white wine for each of us. The amuse bouche (aka appetizer) we chose were the Roasted Isle of Mull Scallop (with Parsley Speit Grain and Cured Pork Fat) and Loch Fyne Crab and Brown Shrimps (with Kipper Jelly, Preserved Lemon and Sea Herbs). OH SO DELICIOUS! But that was just the first part. The main dishes were Rump Cap of Black Angus Beef and Veal Sweetbread (with Broccoli, Black Garlic and Bone Marrow) and Poached Monkfish Tail (with Seaweed Potatoes, Leeks and Loch Creran Oyster Sauce). Again, SO DELICIOUS! YUM! And for dessert, we got the Blackcurrant and Creme Fraiche Mousse (with Meringue and Tarragon Ice Cream) and Salted Caramel Delice (with William Pears and Hazelnut Ice Cream). WOW! What an amazing, amazing meal! Definitely the fanciest meal I’ve ever eaten but also totally worth it on this occasion! By the time all was said and done, we were exhausted and so full. We finished everything off with some pieces of sweets/chocolates that they gave us as we were leaving. What a fantastic meal to end the special evening.

After that amazing two to three hour dinner adventure, we were dead and ready for bed. What an absolutely jam-packed, amazing day. Filled with love, adventure, great views, good food, and now a really, really comfy bed in a large, cozy room. Couldn’t have planned it out any better. Goodnight from the happy, newly engaged couple: Huy and Cynthia :)

5 Things I Learned Today:

1. Passing Places are areas of the one-laned roads that are made a bit wider to allow cars on one side to move over and allow other cars to pass in one direction or the other. There are signs that say “Passing Place” on the roads. Whenever you or someone has passed, it’s usually proper etiquette to wave a thank you gesture to the people that helped you or that you helped. Sometimes, instead of a hand gesture, you can flash your headlights in the dark or turn on your emergency lights after you’ve passed them to indicate thanks.

2. The Quiraing’s landscape is reminiscent of the central Icelandic highlands that I’ve never had a chance to actually visit but that I’ve only seen in photos. Crazy highlands with greenery and cliffs in a jagged landscape.

3. The northern area of the Isle of Skye, specifically in the Staffin area, is a place with a Jurassic history. In the past, dinosaur fossils have been discovered in the coastal rocks of this area. Also, this region was formed from volcanic activity dating back 61 to 55 million years ago, eventually resulting in the landscapes seen in northern Skye today.

4. 1 pound sterling is equal to 100 pence. I never knew what British money units (besides the pound) actually were until today, hahaha.

5. Castle-like resorts that you pay a lot for are really, really nice. I could get used to this.

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mosylufanfic · 5 years

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The Qualifications for a Date

I was poking around my drafts recently and found this, and decided to finish it. I wrote most of this long before we learned that Caitlin's birthday is in February. So please handwave as hard as you can and pretend that Central City is having an unreasonably warm early spring. Or maybe that it's a more southern city than we thought. Both is good.

The Qualifications for a Date

Cisco hopped out of the breach and took the sidewalk at just shy of a run. He was late, which should be impossible for someone who could take the back way through dimensions and cover miles like walking from one room to another. But that just seemed to make it easier to procrastinate. Latino time found a way, apparently.

His phone notified him that his destination was on the right, and he looked up. He froze on the sidewalk and swore at himself.

He'd heard this place was fancy. Caitlin had told him this place was fancy. But he'd thought fancy meant pulling out his nicest sportcoat, ironing his slacks, and spending extra time on his hair.

There were guys walking in the door who were straight-up wearing tuxes. And the women were wearing the most gorgeous dresses. Like they'd come for dinner before going to the opera or the symphony or -

He looked down at himself, then rubbed his hand over his face. "Okay, fine, whatever," he said into his palm. "Caitlin doesn't care. She picked this place. If she'd thought you needed a tux, she would've said so. It's fine."

He was just standing here being a coward because when he'd opened his mouth to say, "I'd really like to take you out on a date, which I know might be a little weird because we've been friends for most of a decade but I just can't stop thinking about it lately, about kissing you and holding your hand and seeing you smile just for me."

. . . he'd said, "hey, you, where am I taking you for your birthday?"

Coward.

He poked around in his coat pocket for a hair tie and started to pull his hair back. Then he remembered she liked it down; she'd told him so a few times. His hands hesitated.

He tugged the tie out, gave his head a quick shake, and flicked a few strands out of his eyes. Le Fancy Pants or whatever was just going to have to deal with his hair down.

He rolled his shoulders and started toward the front of the restaurant, hoping she hadn't been waiting too long.

"Cisco?" a breathless voice called, and he spun around. Caitlin was coming up the sidewalk behind him.

"Sorry I'm late," she said. "I lost track of the time and then the cab took forever to get to my place and well, I'm here."

"Hey," he said. "No big, I just got here myself. Got caught up doing something last-minute - " Trying to figure out which shirt made him look the hottest, but let her think it was something Vibey or mechanical. "- and I just breached around the corner."

She smiled, and he suddenly clocked to how good she looked. She was wearing a strappy dark green dress that showed off the architecture of her shoulders and the soft curves of her throat and hinted at the swell of her breasts. Her hair was up, her makeup was on point, her jewelry was sparkly, and her shoes were sky-high.

"You, uh," he said suavely. "Wow. You look amazing. By the way."

She blushed and plucked at the sparkling fabric of the sheer wrap around her shoulders. "Thanks. You do too."

He looked down at himself. "Yeah, I'm going for the celebrity casual look. You know how celebrities can get into five-star places wearing, like, sweatpants because they're so famous? I'm hoping they think that's what's going on here and they don't kick me out for not being fancy enough."

"Stop," she said. "Your outfit is several steps above sweatpants and you look very nice. They will absolutely not kick you out."

"How can you be so sure?"

She smiled mysteriously and held out her hand. He started to reach for it, heart skipping a beat, and then he saw a couple walk by them with her hand tucked in the crook of his elbow, all Jane-Austen-movie style. Right. Obviously. He immediately bent his arm at the elbow and let her slip her hand into it, feeling a little sad that he couldn't weave his fingers through hers.

Still, it was nice, having her tucked up next to him like that as he escorted her up the front walk. Maybe that was why old-timey dudes did it.

"This is okay, isn't it?" she asked at the door. "We can go somewhere else if you'd rather."

"No," he said immediately. "No way. Birthday girl gets to pick. This'll be great." He opened the door for her and gave a little bow, rewarded with her soft giggle.

The maitre d's stand was at the base of a set of stairs. He must have heard them approach but he took a moment before looking up. "Good evening, madame, monsieur. Do you have a reservation?"

"No," Caitlin said serenely.

"Ah, I'm so sorry. I'm afraid we are a reservation-only establishment." His eyes lingered on Cisco's loose hair and he looked about zero percent sorry. "If I may recommend the Applebee's down the street - "

Caitlin snapped open her itty-bitty purse, extracted a business card with some scribbling on the back, and held it out. The maitre'd took it and looked at it.

Cisco had never seen a human being actually go Blue Screen of Death before. It was educational.

But apparently maitre d' school, or wherever you went to learn the precise angle at which to look down your nose, also taught the art of graceful backpedaling. "I have just remembered," he said, handing the card back with a single nervous look at Caitlin. "There has been a cancellation. I can seat you now, madame, monsieur. If you'll follow me?"

Cisco expected to be led into the big dining room he could see over the maitre d's shoulder, but instead, he led them up the stairs.

Cisco tugged Caitlin an inch or two closer to his side as they climbed and murmured, "Whaaaaat was that?"

"Just a little leverage," she said, smiling at him.

The stairs led to what looked like a more exclusive dining room. To Cisco's surprise - and probably the surprise of all the richie riches sitting there - the maitre d' walked them across a corner of the room, opened another door, and up one more half-flight.

That let them out onto a balcony just big enough for a single table, overlooking a gorgeous garden, slowly turning golden as the sun inched toward the horizon.

"Oh," Caitlin said, wide-eyed.

"Wow," Cisco said.

Monsieur Snootface pulled out a chair. "Madame?" he asked, inviting her to sit.

Cisco didn't know if he would have gotten the same treatment, but he sat down quickly before it became an issue.

Monsieur Snootface dissolved for a moment, then reappeared with a basket of bread and a pitcher of water. He filled two of the goblets on the table and said, "Your server will be with you momentarily," and bowed very deeply before disappearing.

The tablecloth was snow white and silky smooth. There was a small phalanx of forks, a little army of plates, a battalion of goblets and cups. Each of them clearly had a very specific purpose.

Perched on top of the plates was a napkin, folded in some mysterious serviette origami into something like a swan, or a cloud, or maybe the Sydney Opera House in linen miniature.

Yep. This was the fanciest of the fancy, right here.

"Just a little leverage?" Cisco asked, shaking out the napkin and laying on his lap, then reaching to unfold the napkin away from the bread. There was a round dish of fancy whipped butter with herbs, sitting next to what looked very much like a doorbell in the center of the snowy white tablecloth. He considered it - modern art? Avant-garde centerpiece?

Caitlin was still staring at their view. "Apparently it was more leverage than I realized."

Cisco waited a moment, buttering the bread, then said, "Uh, yeah, no, that's not gonna cut it, Dr. Snow. I'm going to need the whole story." He took a bite of bread and thought oh, hi, I'm also going to need a forever supply of this stuff.

"Well, I don't know the whole story. But the day after my birthday, I found this in Frost's jacket pocket." Caitlin extracted the little card from her purse again and held it out to him. It was a business card with the name of the restaurant and the owner printed on heavy cardstock. Remembering that the maitre d' had read the back, Cisco flipped it over.

The holder of this card can get a table at any time, for any reason and will be treated as the most honored guest in the house. And the owner's initials.

Cisco goggled at it. Clearly, that had been enough to get them the most exclusive table and Monsieur Snootface falling all over himself.

"Caitlin, how did she get this?" He remembered the nervous looks Monsieur Snootface had kept giving Caitlin and shot a look at the stairs, suddenly horrified. "Oh, shit, she didn't - with that guy?"

"No," Caitlin said, her voice going two-tone. For a moment, Killer Frost's glowing eyes glared at him. "I do have standards, Vibe."

"Sorry," he said swiftly. "Sorry, sorry."

Caitlin shook her head and blinked, eyes going brown. "No, nothing like that," she said in her normal voice. "Like she said, she has standards. And besides, we have a very firm agreement regarding casual sex when she has control of our body."

"Thank god," he said. "Because there's not enough brain bleach in the world. How did she get it, then?"

"Apparently she stopped an armed robbery here one night."

"She did? Awwww. She took down the bad guys and got you a birthday gift?"

Caitlin's eyes went unfocused for a minute. "Stop. You were not."

"What?" he asked, used to hearing half of the conversation when she was talking to her colder half.

She focused on him again before rolling her eyes. "She's saying she actually planned to sell it on eBay."

Cisco laughed. "Upholding the law on her own, without any of us nudging her, that's pretty good. She's really gotten better."

"I guess she has," Caitlin said, smiling a little.

A server in flawless black and white came out. "Monsieur, madame, welcome," she said, looking like she'd been prepping for their visit for the past hour and not probably gotten told about it five seconds ago. "I am Thanh and it will be my privilege to serve you tonight. Is this a special occasion?"

"Her birthday," Cisco said.

She smiled brightly. "Happy birthday, madame."

"It was actually last week," Caitlin mumbled.

"But we're celebrating tonight," Cisco said.

"Excellent," Thanh said. "I shall bring out champagne. Our chef wishes you to know that menus will not be necessary since he will be designing your meals personally."

Cisco swallowed, trying not to remember the old adage that if you had to ask the price, you couldn't afford it. "Tasting menu, sweet. That'll be fun. Um, how much does that run?"

Thanh tilted her head. "Monsieur, I'm so sorry I wasn't clear. Tonight's meal is entirely on the house."

Caitlin glanced at him, wide-eyed, and Cisco mumbled, "Okay," under his breath.

"Does madame or monsieur have any allergies or dietary considerations our chef should know about?"

"No," Caitlin said. "No restrictions, thank you for asking. But - excuse me."

"Yes? Is there anything you require, madame?"

"You've all been wonderful so far. But I have a question. The woman who gave us this card is . . . is a . . . "

"Friend," Cisco supplied. It was close enough. "She's a friend of ours."

"Yes, but she can be a little rough around the edges," Caitlin added, winning the Understatement Limbo forever. "And if this amazing hospitality is because you're scared of her, then thank you very much, but I wouldn't feel right - "

For the first time, the server broke character. "Oh, no," she said. "No, she saved us. I was working last week and it was the busiest night we've had all month. If we'd lost that deposit, the restaurant might have had to close. Madame, this is sincere gratitude."

"Oh," Caitlin said.

"I mean, she did freeze Brett's feet to the floor, because he was getting in the way, so he might be a little scared of her. But the rest of us are so incredibly grateful. It really is our privilege to return the favor, even in a small way."

"Who's Brett?" Caitlin asked.

"Monsieur Snootface?" Cisco guessed.

Thanh coughed violently in a way that meant yes and I'm trying not to shriek with laughter right now and OMG everyone is going to hear about this in the kitchen. Cisco grinned.

She got ahold of herself and reverted back to the poker-faced server. "Champagne will be along shortly." She nodded at the mysterious doorbell art piece. "Please ring that bell if you need me for anything at all." She disappeared, leaving them alone.

Cisco looked across the table. "You're still not sure about accepting all this."

"I mean," Caitlin said. "It's so much."

He ate another piece of bread. "She saved their bacon. Did you hear her about what it would have meant to lose that money?"

"That seems like an exaggeration. One night's profits were that important? Surely they do most of their business on credit cards now."

"Not as much as you'd think. And if I had to guess, the robbers wanted all the servers' tips, too."

Her eyes went big as Thanh's gratitude fell into place. "Oh. Yes. Of course, that would have been awful for them. But it really would have been that much of a blow to the business? To lose the cash deposit?"

"Restaurants are like that. You remember my cousin Hector?"

"The one who owned that amazing seafood restaurant?"

"Yeah, the one that went out of business last year." RIP La Laguna and the best grilled swordfish he'd ever put in his belly. "That was his third one and he's planning a fourth, because that's totally normal in the restaurant biz. They all operate right on the edge. This place is fancy and new and probably way deep in the red. Frost saved their bacon big time."

She scrunched her face a little.

"If it makes you feel better, Barry hasn't paid for a pizza since 2015," he said.

She looked around their exclusive balcony, with flowers growing on the railing and from windowboxes. "This is considerably more than a pizza, and free stuff is not why we do it."

"No, of course it's not, but you heard her. This is their way of saying thank you, and if you don't accept it, how are you going to make them feel?"

"I didn't think of it like that."

"I know. Come on. It's your birthday dinner and Killer Frost did a good. Are you planning to overuse that little leverage card?"

"No! I'm going to put it away forever after tonight."

He'd expected that. "So? Enjoy yourself. Have some bread." He buttered a slice and held it over over the table. "This stuff is the shit, Caitlin. Seriously."

She took it and bit in. "Mmmm! Oh. Oh my god." She took another bite.

"I know," he said.

She chewed and swallowed her second bite. "So you think this is all okay?"

"I think this is all pretty awesome and you deserve every second," he said.

"Really?"

"Well," he admitted, "I'm a little annoyed. I mean, this dinner was supposed to be my birthday gift to you."

She smiled at him. "What I wanted for my birthday was a nice evening with you, and you're giving me that."

His heart skipped a beat. He reminded himself that she meant dinner with her best friend, the way they'd been for years, and just because he'd recently started to see her in a different light, he shouldn't read too much into it when she said things like that.

The champagne arrived with tiny hors d'oeuvres that looked almost too fancy to eat, but Cisco was glad he had, because a-maaaaaaaa-zing. He thought about taking mental notes for Hector, but figured his cousin was already planning to come here some night, if he hadn't already.

As the sun slid below the horizon, the garden below fell into shadow. Candles started appearing on tables, little points of light that illuminated other couples or groups having their own incredible dinner. A few tuning-up noises alerted Cisco to the presence of live music, and after a little searching, he found a cellist tucked away under some willows.

"Check it out," he said, indicating the musician, who was just starting what sounded like a Pachelbel piece.

"Oh, that's really nice," she said. "And look, you can eat in the garden."

"Yeah," he said. Some of the couples below them were holding hands across the table, or snuggling up. "This would be a pretty sweet place to bring your date."

"It would," she said.

He looked across the table. Caitlin was looking out at the garden, her eyes soft. In the light of the fading sunset, she looked as if she'd been brushed with gold dust, hair and skin and soft sweet mouth.

He wondered if she was wishing someone else were across the table. Ronnie, maybe, in some multiverse miracle. Or one of the guys she'd dated off and on over the past few years. Cisco called them the Gingerbread Men in his head because they all seemed like cookie-cutter copies, slickly handsome lawyers and doctors and businessmen who knew about things like wine and golf.

(He could know about wine if he wanted. How hard was it to know about wine?)

But maybe she really liked one of them and wished he'd brought her here.

She caught his eye and turned to face him fully, smiling. "I'm glad you're here with me tonight."

His shoulders unknotted and his heart melted. "Birthday girl's pick," he said.

"You're more than capable of making me pick again," she retorted. "Remember Garden Sushi?"

"That was for both our protection!" he protested. "I heard Hector's stories about that place."

She laughed, reaching out across the table to take his hand. "Anyway, this is beautiful. The food and the garden and the music - "

On impulse, he said, "Wanna make it more beautiful?"

She looked a question at him.

He got to his feet, still holding her hand. "Shall we?"

He only half-expected her to do it, and certainly not without a little convincing, but she got to her feet at once and stepped into his arms to dance.

The balcony was really tiny, and they could only manage the middle-school style step-shuffle, but that was perfect as far Cisco was concerned - an excuse to hold her close, to smell her perfume, to feel the slide of her hair against his cheek as they swayed together.

If this had been a date, it would have been the most romantic date in the history of ever.

Soft clapping brought him out of his dreamy daze, and his cheeks went hot as he wondered if they were getting applauded. Shit, Caitlin would hate that. But he when he looked down into the garden, everyone's heads were turned toward the cellist, who had finished her piece. She rose to her feet and bowed briefly before sitting back down and arranging her skirts and her instrument for another piece.

Caitlin had stopped moving when he had. She nudged his shoulder. "Look," she said.

Dusk had overtaken their balcony as they danced, and a lit tea light in a cut-glass holder had appeared on their table as if by magic. The dirty plates had disappeared.

But the spell of the music was broken. Cisco smiled uncertainly at her. "Guess we'd better quit messing around and eat the rest of our meal."

"Guess so," she said.

They sat back down, and Thanh reappeared with tiny bowls of clear, savory soup and another bottle of wine.

It was as delicious as the hors d'oeuvres, but Cisco toyed awkwardly with it, wondering if he'd let himself get carried away, if she was weirded out. Or if maybe she was asking herself the same thing.

He reached for his wine glass and used the motion to glance at her.

She was fiddling with her earring, but when she caught his eye, she dropped her hand and smiled brightly. "So," she said. "What are we doing for your birthday next month?"

"To top this?" he said. "I'm thinking yacht."

"Ooooo," she said. "Well, Vibe had better get cracking, hadn't he?"

He peered over the balcony. "What do you think? Do one of these people own a yacht?"

"I think it's almost certain."

They relaxed into a giggly speculation on the various rich people in the garden, trying to top each others' wild suggestions about what tribulations they could save one of them from.

By the time Thanh brought out the main course, some delicate meat wrapped in pastry, with blanched, still-crunchy asparagus on the side, they'd rambled into more general topics. As they ate the entree and then the light salad that came after, they kept talking about this and that, science and nerdery and everything under the sun.

They didn't get the chance to do this much, Cisco reflected while their salad plates were whisked away. It seemed like they were always too wrapped up in superhero business to just hang out and be together lately.

Even if he'd chickened out on calling it a date, he was glad they'd done this tonight.

Dessert was a kind of warm custard pie, with cherries buried in the filling. It was clafoutis, she told them, paired with a muscat wine from someplace with a hell of a lot of vowels in its name. Cisco was almost too full of good food to dive in, but watching Caitlin take her first bite and close her eyes in bliss convinced him.

Plus, he'd never turned down a sweet in his life.

The muscat wasn't a very strong wine, but as they finished up the dessert and kept talking, Cisco still felt sweetly drunk on Caitlin's voice and her laugh and the golden sheen of candlelight.

A breeze fluttered the loose hair that curled against her cheek, and he suddenly realized how cool it was, and that the cello music had ended long ago. The garden below them was almost deserted except for busboys clearing off the tables. "Whoa," he said. "What time is it?"

Caitlin checked her phone and squeaked. "This place closed an hour ago!" She jumped out of her chair and started gathering up her purse and her wrap. "They must be waiting on us so they can clean up."

Cisco dug for his wallet and pulled out all the cash money he'd brought. Caitlin saw him lay it on the table and opened her mouth.

"Hey," he said, holding up a hand. "I was going to treat you. Let me leave the tip. Besides, she gave us a lot of her time tonight and I've worked for tips before. She deserves every cent here."

"Will she accept it?"

"If we sneak out fast enough, she'll have to." He took her arm again and escorted her back into the building and down the stairs.

They met Thanh at the base of the stairs. "Are you leaving us so soon?" she asked, with no hint of sarcasm whatsoever.

"I think we both know it's not soon at all," Caitlin said. "Thank you so much. You were so kind, and the food was delicious, and your restaurant is beautiful."

"We'll definitely be telling all our friends," Cisco said. "Thank you."

"Again, the privilege was all mine. Please come back anytime. Have a lovely night," she said, and went over to open the front door for them.

He went down the steps first and held out his hand to steady Caitlin as she stepped carefully down them in her ice pick heels. At the base of the steps, he expected her to drop his hand, but she held on.

Thanh stood smiling at them from the doorway, and didn't shut the door until they were at the end of the walk.

"You know," Caitlin said as they strolled hand-in-hand down the sidewalk, late-night traffic whisking by them, "she thought we were there on a date."

His heart skipped a beat. "Well, that makes sense," he said. "Look at you, all dolled up."

"And you," she said.

"We both look pretty fancy, don't we?"

"And there was the dancing, and how we talked for hours - "

His cheeks felt hot. Why was she saying this? Did she wish it had been a date, or saying how it could have been mistaken for one by an outside observer? Someone who didn't know they were just friends, just Caitlin and Cisco, and had been for years . . .

He managed a laugh. "Well, if this was a date, I would have kissed you by now."

"Okay," she said.

He stopped dead in the middle of the sidewalk. She walked another step before his hand, still linked to hers, tugged her to a halt. She turned.

"What?" he said.

A slow blush crept up her neck. "I said okay. You said you would have kissed me and I said okay."

"I - I know, I heard you." He stared at her, all off-balance. "What - why?"

The blush crept higher. She dropped his hand and turned her head away, brushing a loose strand of hair back into place.

The silence stretched out between them, horrible, awkward.

"Never mind," she said finally. "Let's - "

Oh. Oh shit. This was it, his big chance, and he was just standing here like a moron, goggling at her, asking why, when -

He stepped forward and caught her hand, pulling it down so he could press his lips to hers.

She caught her breath, he could feel it against his mouth, and then she was kissing him back, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Of everything he'd tasted tonight, her lips were the most delicious. She went to his head like the wine, swirling around in a dance of jubilation and finally and this is even better than I imagined.

Because it was. So much better.

It could have been minutes or hours or maybe days when they pulled apart again. Too short as far as he was concerned. Her eyes were starry in the streetlights and she was smiling at him. From the way his face ached, he suspected he was grinning like a fool right back at her.

"So," she said, twisting her fingers in one of his curls. "This officially qualifies as a date now?"

"Sure does," he said, and kissed her again. "You wanna go on another one?"

"Mmmm. When?"

"Tomorrow?"

"Okay," she breathed, and then they were kissing again.

They celebrated his birthday a few weeks later. It definitely topped the date at the restaurant.

They didn't leave his apartment for the entire weekend.

FINIS

#Caitlin Snow #Cisco Ramon #killervibe #fanfiction #mosylufanfic lives up to her damn name #mosylu goes for broke on romance #you know why those restaurants are so expensive #ideally because the food is SO FREAKING GOOD #the flash #crosspost

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zazu75 · 4 years

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4 - Freeze

TW implied death/almost death

Cahya and Rizak belong to @thethird-eye

It was cold, but he wasn’t cold.

Cahya walked through the endless expanse of snow that didn’t behave like snow. For one, it didn’t melt into his clothes. He had been walking for a while, but he was still dry.

For another, he sometimes didn’t sink into his steps.

There were stretches of miles where he could just walk on top of the snow. He wouldn’t sink into it at all, which eliminated the idea of it being a rocky or an outcropping. It was just flat land. Endless flat land.

How long has he been walking?

How far has he traveled?

He didn’t know. It felt like a lot and nothing at the same time.

The cottage in the distance was sudden. It wasn’t on the horizon at all, just suddenly in the distance. Nonetheless, it was something new, and Cahya headed right for it.

It took him a while, but he managed to get there. He could have sworn that the cottage moved a few times, but he reached it in the end. He knocked on the door and waited, but there was no reply. So he knocked again, and again, no reply. He tried to open the door and it was thankfully unlocked. So he pushed it open and stepped inside.

It was unbearably warm inside. He quickly looked through the house and found it empty. It was obviously lived in, however, so he headed back to the door. He took off his snowshoes by it, then turned to the coat rack to take off his scarf and jacket.

“If you get too comfortable, then you won’t be able to go back to the other side, Cahya.” The voice was familiar and unfamiliar, and it knew his name.

Cahya whirled around in surprise. There was a man sitting on the table. A man he knew.

“Dad....” He didn’t know what to say in his shock. His father was long dead, and he didn’t look anything like how he remembered him.

"What? No hello for your old man?" Rizak--or the man that looked like Rizak--teased. Teased. He put his drink down and stood up. "Now I don't know if you even want a hug."

"Y-you're dead," Cahya said in surprise.

"Astute observation, son." The man laughed while he walked over. This was nothing like him.

"You can't be my dad." Cahya stepped away from the man.

"Why? I act too different? Look too different?" The man's smile was teasing. Cahya couldn't get over it. "Amazing what being dead does to your sense of self."

"I'm not dead," Cahya retorted.

"You're not. Not yet." Rizak replied. His smile was gone and his voice got more serious. There was a frown on his face and--ah, there was the expression his dad constantly wore. "It's why I told you to keep your clothes on. You stay in here and you will be.”

"I don't understand."

"How did you get here, Cahya?"

"I was walking in the snow...."

"From where? For how long?"

Cahya stayed quiet while he tried to think. When did he and Gregory even get to this snowland-- where was Gregory? His eyes widened in panic and he quickly put his scarf back around his neck. He sat down on the ground and proceeded to put his shoes on as fast as he could.

"Wow, you figure out you're dying and you suddenly have no time for me?" Rizak laughed. "Should I be hurt?"

"I have--I have to go. Greg’s out there--"

"--Greg's safe, Cahya." Rizak sat down beside him. "If he wasn't, he'd be here too."

Cahya looked up from his shoes. "But--"

"He's safe." Rizak put his hand on Cahya's shoulder and gave him a gentle smile. "You should definitely go back to him, though."

"Dad..." Cahya looked back to his shoes and finished putting them on. He stood up, but his eyes stayed on the floor. He had always had so much to tell his dad, but he never thought they'd be here face to face--if this was even his dad.

"I'm sorry. For everything," he said in the end, "I was a little shit."

"Yeah, you kinda were!" His dad laughed and stood up. Cahya glared impudently at him while he did so.

"But, so was I. Well, a bigger shit." There was the teasing smile again, but it was quickly replaced with the familiar serious frown. "The war messed me up, Cahya. I dealt with it the best I could, but it wasn't enough. I wasn't a good enough parent for you, and for that, I'm sorry."

Cahya had a hard time swallowing the lump in his throat. Rizak opened his arms, silently asking for a hug, and Cahya didn't hesitate. He hugged his father tightly and buried his face in his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry," he sobbed, "I miss you so much."

"I miss you too." Rizak hugged back and stroked Cahya's hair gently. "You grew you to be amazing, Cahya. I'm proud of you."

It took Cahya a few minutes to compose himself enough to pull away. But before either of them could say anything, the walls of the cottage shook and a loud noise resounded off of them. Rizak looked around and sighed deeply.

"What's going on?" Cahya asked.

"It's time for you to go," Rizak answered with a sad smile. "Take care of your mother for me. And be good to Greg, you hear me?"

"Y-yeah. You take care too."

"Don't worry about me. I'm dead." Rizak's smile was flimsy and pained. "Now go."

Rizak gave him a small shove towards the door. Cahya stared a moment longer at him before he turned around and headed to the door. He opened it then turned around to say goodbye, but Rizak shoved him out the door before he could say anything. He stumbled into the snow and fell face first. Then...fell into the snow, then under it...

Then he woke up.

A loud, shuddering, raspy breath escaped him. He was wet and freezing. His face felt burnt. He was so tired.... He forced himself to sit up, to look around. There was something overhead, large and loud and coming closer. He heard people's voices. That was right...the avalanche....

People were suddenly around him. They dug the rest of him out and put him on a stretcher. They talked to him, but he barely understood them. He worried for Gregory, but somehow knew that his boyfriend was alright.

...That was what his dad said...and he trusted him....

He closed his eyes and fell asleep. There was someone he needed to say goodbye to, but he wasn't sure who... Maybe he'd see them again in his dreams.

#zazu writes #cahya #rizak #inktober 2019

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A New Beginning: Chapter 13 (part 2): Just Dance!!!

The atmosphere was tense and a bit awkward as the four of them, all decked out in their best clothes, were driving in Josephine's company's limo. It was only a half hour ago that Joan semi-explained what was happening to the Cup brothers and the casino crew. At first, Cuphead refused to go and tried to get out of his dashing monkey suit. But then his boss snapped his claw like fingers to use his magic to redress Cuphead. "Oh, no. You're not ditching out on this party. It's both you and Dice's jobs to make this casino more attracting to those sympathetic and selfish fat cats. Normally I would just leave it to Dice alone to do the job. And yes, having YOU tag along of all people to represent the casino is taking a HUGE risk. But it's time to broaden your horizons and make you somewhat capable of a decent job. Just think of this as one of those learning field trips. Only if you screw up I'll deduct your pay for the next 6 months and I'll personally throw you into one of my pits in Hell!" Cuphead gulped then looked at Joan who had the look of a sad puppy who had been rejected. Cuphead couldn't help that pang of guilt upon the realization that he unintentionally turned her down to go out on a date. He wanted to smack himself in the head for not realizing what he did. Then he had an idea. It was a stretch, but maybe....."Heh. Don't worry boss. Me and Dice will make ya proud! Especially if we're being escorted by these lovely ladies. Also, I'm pretty sure that if I do something stupid by accident; Joan will snap me out of it. Right Joan?"

She flushed a light crimson red when he said that she was lovely. And that she was being so highly regarded and relied on by Cuphead felt amazing. "Y-Yeah, definitely! I'll keep an eye on him! If I see him screw up on anything I'll fix it!" It was a little hard to believe her with that flustered look on her face and the shakiness in her voice. The Devil raised a brow then shrugged his shoulders like he didn't give a crud. "Just make sure he doesn't go on a drunken rampage. Again." He narrowed his eyes and glared at Cuphead when he said "again". Cuphead nervously smiled then saluted to him to indicate that he was clear on the subject.

It didn't take too long for Dice to get changed into one of his fancy royal purple suits. Only this one was different from the others that he wore. It was not only royal purple but it also had pieces of gold trim around the tux area and on his sleeves. And instead of a bowtie, he wore a gold tye. (For reference on how it looks like go to Zaraegis- Finale- a King Dice lyric comic. His design, not mine.) He looked absolutely splendid! Josephine, though looked cool as ice, deep down she couldn't help but feel like her body was hot as lava with the feeling that could only be described as LOVE. As they walked out of the casino, they saw the shiny limo pull up front. Which, in all its glory, wowed Cuphead with stars in his eyes. He questioned/begged Josephine if there was going to be alcohol in the limo while they were being driven. Josephine looked over to Joan and then at King Dice with a look that said, "Is it a good idea for me to let him drink the white wine that's in the limo?" To which their silent reply was, "NO!" And now we return to the present with the awkward silence that hung in the enclosed air that was within the limo. While Josephine gently sipped her drink, she suddenly thought of an ice breaker.

"You know Cuphead, Joanie over there has a fantastic singing voice! She always did. Ever since she was small. In fact, I asked my director if she could do a duet with me on stage at the charity ball!" That little tibbit failed to be mentioned to Joan when they were discussing the plans. "I'M DOING WHAT?!!!" Both Cuphead, Dice, and the driver jumped when she screamed this. Which caused the limo to swerve to and fro until it was stabilized. Josephine only flinched while tightly closing her eyes till Joan stopped screaming. This revelation lead to a telepathic argument between the two sisters. Joan being the one mostly doing the arguing and yelling. "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME! I THOUGHT WE HAD AN AGREEMENT THAT I WOULD JUST BE A GUEST! NOT ONE OF YOUR SINGING PARTNERS!" "I'm sorry! I meant to tell you, but I thought if I did, you wouldn't come~!" "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DRAGGED ME INTO ONE OF YOUR SHENANIGANS THAT HAS ONE OF YOUR HIDDEN AGENDAS! AGAIN!!!". "Sorry~!!!!! But can you do it this one time? For me? For Cuphead?" She glared at her sister then her attention went towards Cuphead, he had nothing but curiosity in his eyes and a cute smile that just screamed vibes of one that was eager to find out something. Her look softened and then telepathically said to sister, "Fine! But if you pull something like this without my consent again; you're SO done for! Hear me?!" Her sister gulped nervously and nodded real slowly, "Yes."

Soon enough the limo pulled up front of town hall along with the other limos. And as Josephine stepped out, cameras were flashing, screams of the fans and cat calls from the perverts were made and of course the annoying reporters were all around her. The only thing separating them were the big burly bee police guards that were assigned to protect the celebrities at tonight's party. Josephine put on her sunglasses to protect her eyes from the flashes of the cameras, then turned around and held out her hand for Dice to take. He was a little taken aback by this. But regardless, he took it and slowly stepped out of the car. What she did next had himself even more surprised. She had linked her arm around his while still tightly holding his hand. And while they were walking down the red carpet, there was this frazzled looking reporter wearing a white blouse and black mid-length skirt and a pair of black flats. Her shiny black hair was relatively long with a single braided ponytail. And just like Joan, she wore thick glasses that hardly showed what her eyes looked like at all. And like Joan, she wore them for the purpose of disguise. She needed them to see of course, but she purposely had them designed like that. Mainly for the purpose of keeping a low profile and because she was very shy. Kinda contradicting for a reporter. But underneath all of that, she had the most the most unique and beautiful eyes. Her left eye was a golden brown while her right was a bright forest green. She also had cute thick freckles across the bridge of her nose and had a cute dimple of a chin. When she was a child she had been teased by the boys in her neighborhood about being a freakish looking girl. She held in her all her emotions as she was focused on her one goal. Getting an interview with the Isles' newest star!

"If I could get an interview with Miss Star, then certainly boss will raise my pay check! The sooner I get the money, the better." As she said this, she opened her small gold locket around her neck. In the locket was a small picture of her, her brother and her mother. Her mother had been sick for a while and her brother was attending college overseas. With both of the payments of medical bills and school fees she had to work numerous jobs just to get by. So if she got a raise in payment, then surely she could afford better treatment for her mother and more supplies for her brother. The only thing was, was that there was the huge and impenetrable looking wall of other reporters and fans. She tried numerous times to get through, but was only met with her butt landing on the ground. She huffed in frustration then realized something. She could always sneak in. She traveled to the back of the building and noticed the lack of security employees and cameras protecting the back entrance. She was wondering if there was some sort of plan afoot. But it just turned out that it was a lousy security guard's break time and the security's funds were short so they couldn't install cameras. Either way, she carefully snuck in and searched from hall to hall to find the party. But to no avail, she was officially lost. "What do I do now?!"

While all this was going on, the four "celebrities" entered the ballroom, sat at their tables, ordered something to eat and drink. (Joan, making sure that Cuphead didn't have too much of either of them), and decided to mingle with the other celebs that were at the party. Joan made sure to keep an eye on Cuphead to make sure he didn't do something stupid. (Which was a challenge in and of itself). A few hours of this went by and Joan was already feeling exhausted. She loved Cuphead but he had WAY too energy. But then, she noticed that they had already started the dances. Then out of the blue, Cuphead came from behind her and sheepishly asked, "W-w-would you like to dance?" As he said this he held out his hand for her to take while looking away and blushing a deep red across his cheeks. She blushed as well then smiled, "Yes, yes I would." Soon enough, she took his hand and the both of them headed to the dance floor. "Do you even know how to slow dance Cuphead?" "Ehhh, not really. Could you guide me through it?" She giggled, and said, "Of course." As they slow danced, she guided him one step at a time but yet making it look not suspicious that it was his first time slow dancing. They quitely talked back and forth getting to know one another, but of course, on Joan's end, didn't reveal TOO much. Not quite yet.

End of chapter 13 (part 2)

To be continued in chapter 13 (part 3)

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Top 5 E3 Announcements

The Electronic Entertainment Expo, more commonly known as E3, is a yearly event that showcases what is up and coming in the video gaming industry. Gamers across the world get hyped and this year packed a huge punch.

To be honest, I never pay close attention to E3 because most showcases tend to look very samey (i.e. watch the Bethesda showcase). I'm not all that interested in the "dark and gritty" genre of games and so I usually hang back and let twitter fill me in on the hype. I didn't expect much.

Sure I expected to get excited by some things, but I was caught off guard by the several moments that blew me away, surprised me, and even made me tear up a bit! Here is my top 5 list, 1 ranking as least exciting (even though least exciting is still really freaking exciting) to 5 ranking as the most exciting (the G.O.A.T. of E3).

Number 1: Ni No Kuni Coming to Switch, Remaster Coming to PC & PS4

Originally released on the Playstation 3, Ni No Kuni is a game that stands out due to it being animated by the renowned Studio Ghibli. Since I never owned a PS3, I never played the game. After the sequel came out, I had high hopes that the original would port to the PS4 but no such announcement ever came. I was starting to give up. In fact, only days ago I went so far as to look into emulating the game on my PC as I've been dying to play it.

This news has come at a perfect time! The game is releasing on the Switch, PC, and PS4. But there is a catch. The game has been remastered for all systems but the Switch which will be receiving the original port of the game. Now I will have to decide if I want the game on the Switch or PS4. I enjoy playing games more on the Switch but also want the remastered version. Decisions decisions.

Number 2: Yooka-Laylee and the Impossible Lair

I still have yet to finish the original Yooka-Laylee game (read about my experience with the game thus far in the first issue of Level Story) but now it seems I have reason to be excited to play it some more. The announcement of the sequel to the highly successful modern platformer came as quite a surprise to me. While a sequel has certainly been on my radar, I didn't quite expect one so soon.

What really excites me about this sequel is how it appears to capture the spirit of the first game while also moving in a completely new platforming direction in the side scroller. Several commenters wrote that the game looked similar to DKC Tropical Freeze and that is a pretty nice complement. Waking up to this news was just a treat.

Number 3: Banjo-Kazooie in SMASH

Okay, confession time. I don't like the SMASH games. I've never gotten into them and haven't had the desire to change that. Seeing all the hype for the recent Switch release got me excited in a very removed sense. Watching other people get excited about the game (and about Joker from Persona 5 being in the game) made me excited even though I knew there was very little that would persuade me to shell out my money for this title.

Throughout this time, rumors were strewn about twitter saying that Banjo and Kazooie might be announced as the next characters in SMASH. Banjo-Kazooie is a game I grew up playing all the time and I have a strong connection to it. While I had no connection to SMASH, I had a strange desire to see the bear and bird get their dues since they haven't really had much luck since being bought by Microsoft.

Their announcement brought tears to my eyes. Perhaps nostalgia had taken over, or maybe it was the fans joyful reactions that made me emotional, but I finally have a reason to pick up this game. Whether that will actually happen or not is still to be decided. But after watching that trailer, how can you not be hyped for this?!

Number 4: Final Fantasy VII

Final Fantasy VII is one of those celebrated games that I hear about all the time yet somehow I am so separated from it that I only know that it is considered a good game and literally nothing else. I didn't have Playstation growing up and never had an interest in Final Fantasy games so just never played it.

But since my love for the Kingdom Hearts series has pushed me to enter the realm of Final Fantasy and since I am just generally interested in stories told in games and FFVII is said to have an amazing story, I have decided to put a bit more stock in FFVII. I have just started to play the ported game on my Switch and have watched closely for updates about the remake.

And turns out, this new interest has paid off because wow does this game look really good. Square Enix really stole the show when they premiered the full length trailer at E3. Everything looks so polished and beautiful. While I imagine there will be changes from the original, I still think this game looks amazing and I look forward to real time action gameplay vs. the original turn based combat.

Number 5: The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild Sequel

Okay...let me set this up for you. I did not grow up playing Zelda. My cousin gave me a hand-me-down copy of Ocarina of Time and I just didn't play it all too often (yes, I regret my adolescent decisions). Breath of the Wild is technically my first Zelda game and it is hard to put into words how much I love it. I've put in over 150 hours of play time and when I finally beat the final boss this past Sunday, I was happy but also sad that the game had come to an end.

My biggest wish was to explore Hyrule some more post beating Ganon (when you beat the game, a star appears on your file and you are placed at the point right before beating Ganon). Then, a few days later, this sequel was announced. This is the GOAT for me. I am on the Breath of the Wild hype train. There is no release date for the game yet which kind of gets me down but I am too excited for this game to care! This was easily the best announcement at E3.

And I can't finish this article without an honorable mention….

Kingdom Hearts 3 DLC

Kingdom Hearts is my all time favorite franchise. Despite its existence in the absurd and the blatant examples of bad storytelling, I always find myself coming back to these games and having a blast with them. It is a series I will stick with through and through.

DLC for Kingdom Hearts 3 has been on the horizon ever since the game was released back in January of this year. Fans of the franchise know the "vanilla" KH games are only the starting point. Almost every title has come out with a re-release known as "final mix" where new content is added including cut scenes, gameplay scenarios, additional mechanics, and more. Back in the early 2000's, final mix was a pretty unique concept. Today, final mix is just DLC. Yes, I know, KH was ahead of its time.

The new trailer showcasing what is to come in the new paid DLC has got me very excited. It looks like we will get to play as new characters, have new keyblades, and there will be a ton of convoluted plot dump that only KH can bring.

While this would have been a highlight for me, I thought Square Enix gave zero hype to this. The trailer was originally shown at the KH Orchestra concert in LA and director Tetsuya Nomura told the audience not to film it or there would be dire consequences. Someone filmed it and now the conspiracy is that this person made Nomura angry. While I don't think this person should have filmed the trailer, I also think it is kind of sick that Nomura can put out a threat like that and KH fans tweet out, "you upset Nomura. Thanks a lot."

Speculation went about saying that Square might have been planning a longer trailer at E3. Whether this was correct and Nomura pulled it due to his "dire consequences", or the E3 and Orchestra trailer were the same all along, we will never know. Either way, the trailer was exciting to see the first time but didn't do much to get me really excited like the 5 announcements I talked about in this piece.

What Did You Think?

So what did you think about E3? What were some of the highlights and your favorite announcements? Let me know in the comments!

#Kingdom Hearts 3 #Kingdom Hearts III #The Legend of Zelda #Zelda #Breath of the Wild #Ni No Kuni #Banjo-Kazooie #Final Fantasy #Final Fantasy VII #Yooka-Laylee #Yooka-Laylee and the Impossible Lair

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Werewolf AU : 08. Happy Birthday part I

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The summer vacation days were over and Melamory continued with her usual school life.

Studies, extra classes to prepare for exams, hours and hours spent in the library.

The school in the town was not very big, just like the city itself.

Everybody knew everybody, as is usual in small cities.

In her class, it was only twelve students, so almost everyone was her friend or just a classmate.

But with all that hustle with school, she never forgot her best friend, her white wolf.

Despite not having as much free time as before, she always found moments to go see him.

For her those moments were very special. She thought that her friend felt very lonely without her, but she also missed him on the days when she could not see him.

"Melamory, are you awake?" her mother poked her head in the room.

"Almost ... Good Morning, Mom." Melamory stretched.

"Breakfast is ready, get up, panda bear."

"Okay .. I'm going .."

Melamory got up from the bed and went to the bathroom. Some time later she went down to the kitchen, where her parents were.

Her father was reading a local newspaper and her mother was making pancakes, a sweet smell hung in the air, the smell of vanilla and maple syrup.

"Good Morning sleepy head." her father looked at her with a smile.

"Good Morning, Dad."

She gave a hug to her father and then to her mother, Melamory playfully stole a pancake from the plate ..

"Hey !! ..." her mother raised the spatula.

Melamory ran out laughing and hid behind her father.

"Sit down and don't hide, he will not help you against the wrath of my infinite spatula." Liz raised the spatula with a serious face, but then she started laughing.

After the breakfast full of laughter, Melamory helped her mother in the kitchen.

"What are you thinking on doing today?"

"I'm going for a walk, and later I have to do the writing for modern literature class." Melamory folded the towel and put it on top of the corner.

"Well, but then we have to talk, we have great news," her mother was smiling.

"What news, can you tell me now?"

"Well, of course, Teo come here." Liz called her husband.

They sat at the table and her father started talking ...

"The news is ... First, our research is awarded from the magazine GN ", it is very rewarding for me and your mother. Before Christmas we have to go to the annual gala to receive the award."

"WoW, congratulations, it's amazing, I'm very proud of you two !!!!" Melamory hugged her parents.

"And the second," continued her father. "We decided that we can take you to the capital with us."

"Oh, I'd love it!" Melamory was surprised but she was very excited to go to the capital with her parents.

"We can spend time until Christmas in the capital, buying gifts and spend some time entertaining the three of us together, what do you think about the idea, daughter?" her mother caressed Melamory's head.

"I think it's fantastic, this will be wonderful, I love you both very much." Melamory hugged her parents, her eyes sparkled in anticipation.

The next day was Melamory's birthday, in the afternoon her parents would make a birthday party at home. All of her friends from the school would come with their parents to celebrate her birthday.

That would be tomorrow, but today she had things to do and they were no less important. It had been a few days she hadn't seen her white wolf and she missed him.

Melamory changed her pajamas for the most comfortable clothes to go out, grabbed her backpack and went for a walk to her secret base.

Going down the narrow path, climbing the mountain, Melamory was listening to the music in her headphones, a classical piano melody. That melody went perfectly with her mood, better than any other.

She was thinking about dreams that she had been having several nights in row, they were a little strange, but they did not scare her, on the contrary she felt warmth and joy.

She dreamed of being in a vast green field with wildflowers, the sun was barely peeking from the horizon, and around her there were fireflies dancing, thousands of fireflies, and it was beautiful.

Fireflies of different colors, green, yellow, blue and red, danced their dance of joy and freedom, shining and welcoming a Melamory.

She was alone in the huge green field, but she did not feel loneliness or sadness, she felt love and affection.

So, thinking about this, she had come to the lookout point, from where she could see the mountains in the distance and sky, huge blue sky, with the curled clouds that looked like little sheeps.

Melamory was looking at them for a moment, and then went in the direction of the cave.

He was in the middle of the road, sitting and waiting for her, his eyes were staring at her and his tail moving slightly. Melamory raised her hand.

"Good morning Zen!" she ran down the road and hugged the wolf.

"Did you miss me?" she held his head in her hands and looked into his eyes.

"Confess, say yes ...ha ha ha.., I missed you so much."

He was still, only his tail was moving from one side to the other.

Melamory stroked his head.

"Let's go for a walk, let's sit at the lookout. I don't want to walk today. I have lunch for us, are you coming? "Melamory started going up the road, to the lookout, the wolf followed her.

Melamory was sitting on a small purple blanket, the boxes with lunch were next to her and also ham sandwiches for the wolf.

"Bon appetit Zen." she put a sandwich in front of the wolf

After the lunch, Melamory collected the remains of lunch and boxes in a plastic bag and put them in the backpack. Then she lay on the blanket with her head on top of the wolf, who was lying next to the blanket.

She closed her eyes and told the wolf all the things that happened during the week at school, about the exams. Then she told about her parents' award ..

She talking and Zen was listening to her, looking at her time to time, with his crimson eyes.

"You know, tomorrow is my birthday, I'd like to invite you, but I can't, you could scare all the guests ... hahahaha ..." She turned her head and looked into his eyes.

"Do not worry, later I'll bring you a piece of the cake. " her fingers were playing with his fur, her eyes were closed and slowly she fell asleep.

Zen turned his head, looked at her for a while and then licked her hand that was grabbing his fur.

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"Liz .."

"Hmm, what's up ..."

"I think we'll soon have to talk with our daughter ..."

"I don't know, I think it's still very early, there's still time for the Hemelvaart*. She has dreams, but it is only the first steps, there is time to see how it will evolve, I do not want to rush ... "

"Yes, I have also felt the growing energies within her, it is not big, it is only like a marble, but it has no predetermined color, we still can not say that it is growing within her.

We have to wait, the Hemelvaart will happen only when she is fully developed, I believe nothing will happen until her 18th birthday, at least I hope it will be like that. "

"Teo, I want her to be a happy girl, having her childhood, her school days, friends, happy memories, ... like a normal girl ... like a human girl ..."

"Liz, I understand you, but ..."

"Yes, I know it, but I want to give her more time ... so she can make her choice correctly ..."

"She has no choice, Liz, and you know it ..."

"This you don't know for sure, the future is not determined yet .."

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Next day Melamory woke up early, got up from the bed and went downstairs. The house was silent, it was very early. Melamory poked her head in the kitchen, nobody, then she entered the living room ...

Her heart started beats strong, the room was decorated with bright stars, balloons of all colors and a big banner, where it was written: "HAPPY BIRTHDAY PRINCESS!!!"

And the most adorable thing was that her parents were asleep sitting on the sofa hugging each other.

Melamory took a blanket and covered both with it and then, tiptoeing as to not to wake them up, went to the kitchen.

"Today, I'll prepare a breakfast." Melamory was smiling

Today she felt very happy and full of energy. She took out the eggs and bacon from the fridge, plugged in the toaster. She was preparing breakfast and muttering a song.

"Oh my god, Teo, you see the same as me? Our daughter, has grown so much." Her mother's voice made her turn around.

Her parents were in the kitchen entrance looking at her and they were smiling.

"Happy Birthday Sweetheart," said her father

"Happy Birthday Darling," her mother approached her and hugged her.

"Good Morning, family" Melamory was smiling "I love you both."

Breakfast was ready and they sat at the table, today was going to be a very busy day.

After all the preparations at home, at midday the car arrived with the cake and catering for the birthday party.

Melamory went to the backyard of the house, she was a little tired but happy, she settled on the swing armchair and stood there looking at the sky and listening to the music, soon the guests began to come.

Without noticing Melamory fell asleep….

A vast green field, wild flowers, light breeze ..

"You are a beautiful creature ..." Melamory heard a whisper

She looked around, there was nobody, just fireflies of always ..

In the distance she saw a blurred silhouette of a white animal ...

"Zen?"

Suddenly all the fireflies start giving chaotic turns around her .. and Melamory woke up.

"Honey, where are you? It's time to prepare to receive your guests. Come on, we have to groom your hair so you'll be very pretty today." Her mother left the house looking for her.

After an hour of laughter and complaints, Melamory was ready for her birthday party.

The silk dress of emerald green color, her long reddish hair was flowing in beautifully arranged wavy curls, decorated with small shiny butterflies.

"You are beautiful sweetie." his mother was looking at her with tearful eyes.

Melamory hugged her mother.

"Mom, don't cry, it's my birthday, you have to smile," Melamory was smiling, "I'm going, I'll be on the porch."

At seven o'clock in the afternoon the friends of Melamory began to arrive, the music was heard, the parents had their own separate party, they were talking and laughing.

After dinner, everyone went to the backyard to play games to have fun, and not only did the children have a good time, the parents also participated.

The backyard was filled with laughter of children and of adults.

At last, time for the cake and gifts arrived, everyone sang "Happy birthday" while Melamory's father brought the cake with the candles.

Melamory made a wish and then blew out the candles.

At this moment bright patterns of fireworks bloomed in the sky.

All the guests were looking at the sky, the fireworks were magnificent.

At the end of the party Melamory was on the porch saying goodbye to her friends, giving hugs and laughing, everyone was happy with her birthday.

In the end everyone left and she was alone on the porch, looking at the forest and smiling.

"I have saved a piece of cake for you Zen .."

She was about to enter the house when she saw a small box in the armchair that was in the corner of the terrace. The silver box with a coquettish tie of red color.

"Hmm ... a gift? From who?"

She opened the box, inside was a hairpin with a green dragonfly with colorful crystals and a small note.

"Happy Birthday, Melamory."

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Hemelvaart (neerlandés) - Ascension Day, basically when one gets magical powers and knowledge about hidden world.

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Happy New Year 🎄🎶🎁 everyone, I hope all yours dreams come true ❤️

#zen #zenny #zenwerewolf #werewolf zen #werewolf au #wolf zen

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The Fool By The Seaside Chp.2

Paul returned to the coast everyday after that, desperate to see the man, the creature, again. But he wasn’t there for the whole week that followed the encounter, or the week after that, or the week after that. He grabbed every book he could find on the library about sea creatures and there he found the word, a world he’d always thought to be fantasy and yet would never again be perceived as so in Paul’s mind. Mermaid. Or rather, merman. The book told him that they were part human part fish, and that they often appeared to sailors on their voyages at sea. It spoke of their beauty and how they used it to lure those sailors to their deaths. But Paul couldn’t believe that, yes the creature had been scary but Paul had touched him without his permission. The creature had probably never met a human before! The books spoke of encounters mermaids had had before with humans, often about how enchanting they were and how disappointed the men narrating the stories had been when they found out that they were fish from the waist down. Paul scoffed at them, how could people be disappointed at such a remarkable aspect? Paul knew he wanted, no needed, to see it again. To feel it under hand, to be able to take it in in detail and be able to appreciate every inch of its beauty.

Paul was desperate, he was irritable and nobody could figure out what was wrong with him. But he couldn’t tell anyone, the boy was Paul’s secret. The creature had sang to him. Surely that meant something, it had too.

It was with this thought in mind that it struck Paul. An idea to get the creature to return. Paul would sing. Yes, he would sing a song and hope for the creature to hear it.

And so that’s what he did one day. He brought his guitar to the beach, something he rarely did due to a fear that it would get wet or get covered in sand, and started to strum out a soft tune he’d been working on for some time.

One day, you'll look

To see I've gone

But tomorrow may rain, so

I'll follow the sun

One day, you'll know

I was the one

But tomorrow may rain, so

I'll follow the sun

He closed his eyes and let his heart take over the song, the wind caressing his fair face.

And now the time has come

And so, my love, I must go

And though I lose a friend

In the end you will know

Oh-oh-oh

One day, you'll find

That I have gone

But tomorrow may rain, so

I'll follow the sun

So focused was he that he didn’t hear a body come out of the water, with its head tilted and eyes wide in confusion and wonder.

And now the time has come

And so, my love, I must go

And though I lose a friend

In the end you will know

Oh-oh-oh

One day, you'll find

That I have gone

But tomorrow may rain, so

I'll follow the sun

The song ended there, and Paul sighed in content, the first he had felt in a while. The atmosphere had relaxed, the waves and seagulls seemed muted, and Paul could feel himself beginning to lay down for rest when a voice made him snap up.

“Don’t stop.” It said.

Paul sat up in a flash and blinked his eyes as he took in the sighet before him. It had worked! The man was there, his body from the waist down hidden from view with the water. Paul stared in amazement as he took in every detail. The man’s skin seemed to almost shine as the evening sun struck it. He was still wearing the necklace with the blue stones, and Paul could see a gold armband on his left bicep with some engravings he could not decipher.

The creature spoke again, “I like your song.” Its, His, voice was different as he spoke than when he sang. It was rougher, more nasal, and yet still enchanting.

Paul finally dared to open his mouth, “I, that was it. The song ends there.”

The creature looked down at the water, the looked up again. “You have another?” He asked, “Another song?”

Paul found himself nodded, “Sure, loads.”

The creature, the merman, smiled. But it quickly faded as he saw Paul flinch away from his teeth. He sank down in the water, feeling dejected.

Paul cursed himself, “It’s okay, I’m sorry.”

The merman’s eyes looked at him without actually moving his head up. He then offered a nervous, close mouthed smile and said, “Song?”

“Ah, yes. Of course.” Paul said with a shy smile of his own. Then he started to sing.

I've just seen a face,

I can't forget the time or place

Where we just met.

She's just the girl for me

And I want all the world to see

We've met, mm-mm-mm-m'mm-mm

Had it been another day

I might have looked the other way

And I'd have never been aware.

But as it is I'll dream of her

Tonight, di-di-di-di'n'di.

Falling, yes I am falling,

And she keeps calling

Me back again.

Paul stopped and looked at the merman. He found him smiling with his eyes closed, a serene look on his face. After a few seconds of silence, he opened his eyes and looked at Paul with a confused look.

“Why stop?” He asked.

Paul shrugged, “Sorry, I just...I was looking at you.”

The creature seemed flattered, he looked down with a smile.

“My name is Paul, by the way.” The human spoke as he put down his guitar for a moment, not really caring about the sand anymore.

The merman tilted his head, “Pole.” He said.

‘Pole’ laughed, “No, more ‘Powl’ like.”

“Powl, Paul.” The creature said.

“Yes.” Paul nodded and the merman smiled, proud.

“You have a name?” Paul asked him, curious as to what kind of name a mermaid would have.

“John.”

Oh. Wow. “John?” Paul asked in an incredulous voice, “John!?”

The creature frowned and moved away, “Why wrong?” It sounded offended.

Paul sighed, “I’m sorry. I just, John is a rather common name.”

John frowned, “Not at home. I only John in school.”

Paul decided that he probably meant ‘school’ as in group of merpeople. Like fish. And he was curious, “Are there many of you?” He asked.

John smiled a grand smile, “Yes! Many of Merrow.”

“Merrow?” Paul asked, “You mean merpeople? Half fish?”

John looked offended again, “We not fish, we Merrow!”

“Right, sorry.” Paul said, embarrassed. “So how come you speak English?”

The merman relaxed, “Aintín taught me English.”

“That a friend of yours?” Paul asked as he got closer to the water, slowly so as to not spook the merman.

John frowned, “Aintín family.”

Paul frowned, “Aintín, is she your mum?”

The merman looked down, suddenly sad looking. “No. Aintín not mam.”

Paul raised a worried eyebrow at the sudden change of mood, “Sorry. You have a mum?” Maybe merpeople didn’t have mums, how would that even work?

John sighed and grabbed at his necklace, “Mam away.”

Oh. His mum had left him? Well shit, looks like crap parenting extended to the sea. “I’m sorry.” Paul said, then spoke again. “My mum left too. Well, she died.”

The creature looked up at him in shock.

Paul continued, looking away from his companion and into the horizon, “It’s just me, my brother, and my dad now. It’s not that bad, we get by.”

There was silence for a moment. Then John spoke up, “Uncail dead too.”

“Aintín and Uncail? Are they your aunt and uncle?” Paul asked, it would make sense, the words were practically the same.

John nodded, “Yes. Aintín is mam deirfiúr.”

“Is that sister? Deirfiúr?” Paul guessed.

“Yes.”

Paul drew his knees up and laid his crossed arms there, “Do you have any...deirfiúr?”

John nodded, “From mam and other Merrow. Not athair.”

Paul frowned, trying to connect the word. “Athair? What is that?”

John also frowned, and went silent as he searched his brain for the correct word. “Patir, aita, otets, fatha?” He asked, “Fatha english?”

Paul nodded, “FathER.” He corrected with an amused smile.

“FathER.” John repeated, then smiled back. His teeth were on display but Paul didn’t flinch back.

The two were silent for a few minutes, just looking at each other. Once again Paul felt himself be drawn in by the others eyes, there was something entrancing about them and he couldn’t think of any other thing he would rather be looking at. Or wait, he could.

“Can I see it?” He asked without thinking.

John tilted his head, “Eet?”

Paul swallowed, “Your...tail?”

John didn’t respond, but his eyes widened and he sank further down.

The human was quick to respond, “I won’t hurt you I promise! I just...I need to see.” Paul’s hand was raised in a calming manner, “I need to see I’m not insane.”

John hesitated for a minute before saying, “Rock.” And he sank down into the water.

Paul did nothing for a minute, until he understood what the merman meant. He stood up, grabbed his guitar and walked closer to the large rock. He left his instrument far from the water and walked back to the water. He waited for a few seconds and then got in the water. It reached mid-thigh but he would walk steadily enough, he finally reached the patch of sand behind the rock and sat there, waiting.

Finally, the merman’s head emerged from beneath the water. His eyes were wary and wide in what appeared to be fear.

Paul smiled, “I’m not gonna hurt you, I promise.” He extended a hand. “It’s okay.”

The merman gave a shy smile and slowly a hand raised from underneath the water and rested on Paul’s own. The human’s breath caught. The hand had a blue tint to it, it was webbed, and he had sharp nails that could be called claws. It was wet and cold, yet so incredibly breathtaking. The fingers were thin and seemed longer that would be considered normal, but they were certainly not ugly. As John rose further, Paul could see that he had fins on his arms, a gorgeous light blue color mixed with silver. Now that the merman was so close, Paul could see that he had gills on both his neck and to the sides of his chest. He saw the latter close as they left the water and then saw John chest expand as he breathed in deeply.

Just before jumping into the sand John stopped and looked at Paul, “Promise?” He asked.

“Promise.” The human breathed.

Then with a splash John was in the sand next to him, his upper body a few paces behind Paul’s so more of his tail could be seen. At his almost feminine waist, John was sporting a belt made of a thin silver cloth with blue stones much like his necklace’s making jingling sounds as hemoved. And the tail, oh the tali. It was long, incredibly so, it had to be at least a meter and a half, thought Paul was tempted to say it was two meters total counting the fin part of it. John had no belly button and the scales started to appear mid waist until they completely took over. Paul kept expecting to see an indent between what would be two legs held together but there was none. There were two short fins to the side near the end of the tail until finally the caudal fin took over.

Oh it was gorgeous! The same blue-silver of the arm fins, the tail shined as the sun hit it. And the caudal fin had four parts, rather than the expected two. It was still touching the water, but Paul had a clear view of it. As it ended, it turned near transparent but it was still blue at the beginning, until the colour faded.

Paul couldn’t speak out of sheer awe, but John took his silence as a sign of disillusionment and hurried to speak, “Tail longer than most in school. I, I clean tail every night. Tail colour rare in school.”

Paul saw the merman curling his tail up and quickly said, “Please don’t!” Causing the merman to stop and tilt his head. Paul continued, “It’s beautiful.” He looked into his companions dark eyes and said, “You’re beautiful.”

The merman looked into Paul’s eyes with wide eyes, feeling himself getting hot, something inexplicable being cold blooded as he was. He extended his tail again, this time laying it closer to the human.

Said human didn’t look away from his gaze immediately, but did so eventually and went back to admiring the tail. The merman didn’t look away from the other’s face.

Paul suddenly dared to raise a hand but first he asked, “Can I touch it?” At the alarmed look he received, he continued, “I promise I’ll be gentle.”

The other’s chest was raising up and down rather rapidly, he had always been told stories of humans that stole mermaids scales, leaving them to die. But Paul wouldn’t would he? He was nice, he had sang John a song. Songs were signs of affection. Plus, the human had promised, and promises were unbreakable. Slowly, he took a deep breath and nodded.

Paul smiled and carefully moved a hand closer to the tail, he could see it tensing so he was very gentle as he laid a hand in what would have been the thigh. He heard the other’s breath hitch and looked up to see if he had hurt John, but to his surprise found him with his eyes closed and an expression of pleasure on his face. Paul smiled and slowly started to move his hand up and down the appendage, enjoying the texture. It felt different from skin, but it wasn’t rough. It was very smooth and not slimy like he had expected.

He was completely entranced by the activity that he didn’t stop until he heard a whimper come from the merman’s lips. He looked up in worry but was shocked by what he found. The creature’s head was thrown back, his eyes shut tight, and his mouth a wide open. He looked...aroused. It was a delectable sight.

Appalled by the thought, Paul jumped away from the merman and stood up. John’s eyes opened and his head snapped to look at Paul, his head tilted in confusion. He too had been surprised by his feelings of pleasure coming from the touch, but it only made sense! Paul had been rubbing his tail, clearly he knew what he was doing to John. “Paul?” He breathed with a wobbly voice.

Paul couldn’t handle the tone and shook his head as he moved away from the rock and into the water.

“Paul?” The tone was more alarmed now, and John was sitting up straight now. The merman frowned and stretched an arm out, “Paul.” He said. Surely the human wasn’t leaving? Not after John had trusted him and let him touch his tail. Not even other Merrow touched each other’s tails. It was a sign of ultimate trust, and John had let a human he barely knew do it.

Paul just shook his head at him and turned away, walking towards where he had let his guitar.

“Paul!” John jumped into the water and got closer to the beach, he could feel the sand touching his chest and tail.

But the human didn’t look back at his merman, and ignored the following cries of anguish from the creature.

John felt rejected, he could feel his eyes getting wet so he quickly went underwater and swam away from the beach. He couldn’t believe what a fool he had been! Of course Paul had only wanted to feel something exotic, he didn’t care about John or what the touches had meant to him. Plucsheadáinín.

#the Beatles #beatles #mclennon #fanfic #beatlesslash #slash #fic #my fic #paul mccartney #john lennon

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alkhale · 6 years

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that soulmate au was sooo angsty but it was SO GOOD :)) thanks for another amazing chapter!! ❤️❤️❤️ btw did you watch voltron season 7 yet?

you’re absolutely welcome!!! thank you so much for reading and yes I have and GOD I HAVE A LOT TO SAY BEAR WITH ME ANON

spoilers for voltron season 7 below tread carefully

I love Voltron a lot, as I’m sure a lot of you already know with the stuff I repost/reblog and the fact that I’ve gotten off my ass to write for it is another. Recently, Voltron’s shift into more serious topics and the fact that this is war and all is amazing, the animation these recent seasons have been absolutely A1 and shit, that fight with Shiro and Keith? Stunning work, it was beautiful and heartfelt and everything and I went into season 7 super stoked and hyped up, stayed up till midnight and everything to watch it

when adam died, had to stop the episode half way because i was so pissed and sad and confused that i just went to sleep and vowed to finish it in the morning

a lot of it is because i never thought queerbaiting could be a thing with voltron. i never expected them to announce shiro was gay and when they did i was like, wow, that’s so cool they’re confirming stuff and coming out with it, and he has a boo too? hell yeah. the thing is, the voltron writers and studio don’t owe us anything with what they come up with. it’s how we don’t expect anything from bnha that’s necessarily progressive and what not because it’s shounen, you know? we’re here for fun character development, cool fights, cringe fanservice at times and the works. it’s why no one was burning down Jump because naruto and sasuke weren’t madly in love, these creators don’t have to have this kind of content, and i’m fine with that. But hyping it up and being super proud about it only to not have anything to show? yeah, that is a let down. (i know apparently the fingers need to be pointed at dreamworks but honestly i’m kinda just numb and hoping for redemption in season 8 otherwise of the stars and you is going to have some heavy changes later on with what i think should’ve happened)

weirdly enough, i never had a solid ship watching voltron. i was pretty game for anything, as long as it had good and reasonable development. I really liked the idea of klance especially after season 3 because, omg, development, i never saw allura and lance being a thing because it was always so comedic and brushed aside and never felt right to begin with, honestly. Lance could’ve ended up with Pidge or they all could’ve just been a happy family with no real pairings and i still would’ve been fine. but that shit with suddenly turning a platonic, trust worthy friendship into a romantic thing with no development whatsoever and that kacxa shit i ain’t even gonna touch that because like

what the fuck?

HE HAD FOUR OR FIVE INTERACTIONS WITH HER AND OVER HALF WERE ON OPPOSITE SIDES AND LMAO NOW I’M SUPPOSED TO SWALLOW THIS LOVE PILL YALL SHOVING DOWN MY THROAT?

no thanks. i love acxa’s character design and think she’s always been kick ass but she deserves more than a sloppy romance that didn’t need to be necessary

also tired of lance not getting the development he deserves and being written off as second hand comedy relief and very tired of everyone calling him and idiot because my precious baby was ready to fucking die twice and he deserves more god damnit

(will also not stand for how keith suddenly became an asshole this season like, i’m sorry what?)

i’m kinda just holding out hope that season 8 is gonna come and slap amazing development and storyline in my face and the voltron writers are gonna be like “hahaha, you all thought we’d shove that crap down your throats? here’s the good shit”

because all the mad stuff aside, i still love this show a lot, and i still am willing to give them the benefit of the doubt. i don’t think all this writing and these hidden meanings behind scenes are going to be dumped down the drain, i think lance’s development is still on the horizon, and maybe we’re all just overreacting and jumping guns because like i said, voltron’s gonna slap us in the face with some clutch amazing writing and development (and lance is gonna realize what he needs is not the rebound but the angry hothead who left for awhile but he’s back now and he’s not leaving again Lance dw)

adam and shiro deserved the world and i wished we could’ve seen them be happy because i understand the argument that we all built up this beautiful relationship we knew nothing about but, was killing his ex-fiance really necessary to teach shiro about war? i think he fucking knows. he lost and arm and suffered immense abuse from his captors, was tortured and cloned and died and sorry, i think he gets the point. Shiro deserved to be happy and no one can convince me otherwise.

Adam’s alive and lost in the desert because he doesn’t know earth has been liberated you can’t convince me otherwise.

i also wrote this because i was so mad and sad about the whole thing, it’s gonna be a small fic on ao3 soon because i’m still sad about it :(

Their first meeting isn’t the kind that they deserve.

But it’s what they didn’t know they needed.

Shiro tugged the helmet off his head, exiting out of the flight simulator as he sighed. It’d been a rough decision to intercept the ship on his right wing from engaging enemy fire, but it’d been his call as the head of the formation and the one he deemed necessary. I got everyone out of it alive, didn’t I?

Shiro ran fingers through the fluffy tufts of his hair that still stuck out from the neat cut he kept close to the sides. His eyes strayed to the other cadets exiting the simulators and he straightened, prepared to line up alongside them for their debriefing. Great things were expected of him, and if he wanted to do this right (he had to do this right) then he needed to hit the ground running–

“Hey, asshole.”

Shiro stopped in his tracks. Several cadets beside him froze at the drop of a clear confrontational tone. Shiro’s shoulders automatically squared, his back straightening at the aggressive tone and preparing himself for the worse as he calmly turned on his heel. Must be the wing pilot– “Listen, I know-”

Shiro felt his whole world slow.

His eyes were a soft, fiery sort of hazel. He couldn’t help the split second thought of wondering what they’d look like in better circumstances. His skin was a gentle hue of milk chocolate, smoothed over lean arms and a slightly shorter stature than himself. His hair was a shade different against his skin, fluffy and sticking up in tufts from where his helmet had pressed it in and his glasses were askew across his face as he marched straight toward Shiro and wow, that’s a very pretty shade of hazel-

“Next time you decide to make a decision like that,” his fellow cadet bit out, shoving his helmet roughly into Shiro’s arms and he felt air escape his lungs with a soft whoosh as he stumbled back a step. “Do us all a favor and stay in your own lane.”

Shiro blinked dumbly, realizing the hazel in his eyes had flecks of green and the cadet scowled, irritated and grumpy and reminding him an awful lot of a cat that’d been caught in the rain and didn’t want to admit it. Words stumbled over his tongue and failed to escape past his lips as he held the other cadet’s helmet and the cadet scoffed, rolling his eyes as he turned on his heel to leave.

don’t leave don’t leave don’t leave yet

namenamename

say something!

“There’s no lanes in space,” Shiro said dumbly.

A few of the cadets beside him snickered and the one with milk chocolate hair and skin merely scowled, flashing him one final glare over his shoulder before he stalked off, completely ignoring the fact that there was still a debriefing to be had.

Shiro quickly realized he needed a proper explanation to the commander now walking toward them as to why one of their crew was missing.

And that he needed that cadet’s name, now.

i kinda headcanon that Adam was a rough, hotheaded kind of guy who is actually super soft and dorky and sweet but it just depends how he gets to know you and how you guys start off on the right foot (shiro didn’t)

Shiro, being straightforward and awkward and Shiro totally falls flat on his face for the guy that’s trying to match him step for step and he’s always seen Adam as an equal and never someone below him and he’s so in love for him its hilarious (half the crew knows but they just don’t say anything) Adam is totally oblivious and thinks Shiro’s just pitying him because Adam works really hard but Shiro always manages to pull just a bit ahead so Adam sees him as a rival but it’s actually a one-sided rivalry with the his “rival” actually being completely in love with him.

- yeah i’m still really sad about them

#voltron #voltron season 7 spoilers #adam isn't dead #adashi #shadam #wtf was season 7 season 8 pls save me #i love all ships but i just want a reason to believe its a good ship #that is not kaxca #klance #i'm typing this very aggressively and loudly because i'm mad #fat mad mood #mostly just sad #hoping for the best #vld #vld spoilers

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artificialqueens · 6 years

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How to Adore the Seasons 2/4 (Adore-centric) - Mac

AN: Hi there friends! This is the second part in a four part series I’m doing where I pair up Adore with someone else and a season to describe how that particular person loves Adore. Idk if that makes sense. Oh well.

Summary: It’s Adore’s birthday, and Alaska has planned some surprises.

Summer (Alaska/Adore):

“She turned to the sunlight

And shook her yellow head,

And whispered to her neighbor:

“Winter is dead.” ― A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young

Adore woke up to the sound of screaming.

Then she let herself slump back into the cool sheets when she figured out where, or more specifically, who the sound was coming from.

She groaned and pulled the blankets over her head, as Alaska poked at her with her nail-less fingers.

“Rise and shine bitch. Let’s go.”

“Mhhhhhmph.” Came from under the blankets.

“What? I can’t hear you.” Adore could feel the smile in Alaska’s voice, and it made her want to strangle the blonde even more than normal.

Adore removed the covers and pointedly looked, well tried to look, her eyes were practically glued shut, at Alaska. “I said fuck you.”

Alaska mocked offense, “Is that any way to treat your elders.”

“When they wake you up at 4 in the morning it is.”

“We gotta get going if we want to catch it.”

Adore wasn’t going to ask what they were supposed to catch. She wasn’t. She was going to go back to sleep. She wasn’t goin-“Catch what?” SHIT

“You’ll see.” Alaska said with a smirk that wasn’t altogether menacing, but definitely not reassuring. “But you have to GET UP first.”

They played tug-of-war with the blankets for a few minutes before Adore’s fatigued muscles gave out. “Fine. But fuck you still.”

Alaska gave a little victory dance that Adore attempted, and failed, not to laugh at. She then began traipsing about Adore’s room, throwing open curtains and humming some ridiculous song that Adore couldn’t be bothered to figure out. Adore took her sweet time getting up and dressed, pointedly ignoring Alaska’s huffs when she took too long. Just as the shirt went over her head, Adore’s world went dark.

“The FUCK?” Adore pulled at the blindfold.

Alaska batted her hands away. “It is a surprise! Keep it on.“

“If you make me fall, I swear.”

“I won’t. Just trust me.”

Adore bites her tongue on a smart reply and allows herself to be lead to a car and driven away. “If it were anyone else,” she mumbles to herself.

Adore hears Alaska fumble with something for a minute, then the unmistakable sound of a disk tray retracting, and suddenly the car is full of music. And curse Alaska for knowing all of Adore’s favorite music. She was really trying to be angry at the older queen, but the unconscious smile on her lips gave her away.

Alaska saw it, but wouldn’t mention it. She would however, file it away in her mind to be brought out at a later date. And that feeling that accompanied Adore’s smile would also need to be analyzed later. But now, now wasn’t about her.

Alaska kept checking her watch nervously, and gave an audible sigh of relief when they finally arrived. She hopped out and pulled Adore with her. The two walked only a few steps before they stopped.

“Just one more minute now.” Alaska said, mainly to herself. They stood side by side for what felt like ages, before Adore felt Alaska’s hands beside her face.

Adore’s world went from pitch black to full of color in .2 seconds. The sunrise filled the entire horizon line and Adore’s lungs to the brim.

“Wow.” Adore breathed.

“Yeah.” Alaska smiled.

The orange sun was just barely peeking its head up around the curve of the earth, but the color had spread already. Pinks and light purples mixed with blues and yellows around the edges of the horizon. The whole thing blended together to paint the most beautiful art piece either queen had ever seen.

The two stood there for what felt like ages but also only seconds. The sun was no longer eye level when Alaska slipped the blindfold back on Adore’s face.

“HEY!” Adore shouted in indignation.

“We aren’t done yet.”

Adore smiled. A full-unbridled one this time. If this next surprise was anything like the first she knew waking up at the ass-crack of dawn would be worth it.

They drove for a much shorter distance this time. Adore noticed, because she had only just started to get comfortable when Alaska came to a stop. They both hopped out, and Adore smiled again. Her favorite breakfast place. She could tell by the smell alone. It was only open one day of the week, and at the most awful times. As a creature of the night, Adore never could find herself awake before 11:00am, and thus, she missed her opportunity for the most delicious omelet every week.

Adore was ecstatic, and then she was confused. It was a Tuesday. This place was only open on Thursdays. Alaska, sensing the question at the tip of her tongue, tried to move them along by pulling off the blindfold and shaking her hands as if to say ‘ta da.’ Adore let it go for now, the rumbling in her stomach taking priority.

They entered the empty restaurant, picked the best seat in the house, and had their food within minutes of sitting down. Adore didn’t hesitate before digging in. Alaska, ever the patient one, was content to wait a few moments between each bite and just smile at the younger girl.

When Adore finally came up for air, Alaska spoke softly, “Happy Birthday Danny.” Adore beamed at her, and the older queen immediately burst into giggles. Adore looked at her confusedly until Alaska motioned with her hand at her own face. “You’ve got something right…” Adore struggled for a few moments before Alaska took pity, and wiped the stray cheese residue from her cheek. Adore and Alaska sat in relative silence afterwards. There was no rush, there was only time.

Adore isn’t sure how long they sat, only that when they finally got up, the newborn sun now hung high up above them.

Alaska re-did the blindfold and proceeded to take Adore to every activity Adore enjoyed doing, and even some things she had never done before. They went to a trampoline park, and got so incredibly sweaty that Alaska would definitely need to get her car deep cleaned. They had a picnic in the arboretum. They went zip-lining and swimming and talked for hours about the complexities of life, drag, and the pursuit of marijuana. Adore couldn’t remember a time she felt more understood by another person.

Till the last stop.

Adore let herself once again be blindfolded and whisked away to an undisclosed location. This time, when they came to a halt, Adore couldn’t even begin to figure out where they were. She listened for any identifying sounds, but her brain kept coming up empty. All she could tell was that they were outside. Alaska led her by the hand up a few wooden stairs, and then allowed her to stand by herself a few moments.

“You can take it off now.”

Adore did as instructed, and the resulting chant of “Happy Birthday” rung out. Adore spun around wildly, trying to get a glimpse of everything and everyone. All around her were the people she loved most in her life, a beautifully decorated park, and mountains of food. Before she could take it all in, her mother enveloped her in a huge hug. Bianca and Courtney followed next and squeezed the life out of her, whispering how proud they were, and getting a few jabs in here and there.

The party was magnificent. There was a pool and a gazebo and a food truck. Anything Adore could have ever needed was right with her. The party had Alaska written all over it.

Adore searched high and low for any trace of the blonde, but kept missing her. Finally she spotted the lanky queen, and Adore grabbed her friend before she could dart away.

“Hey Lasky. Uh. I just wanted to say thanks for everything today. You did so much, and I really have no idea why, cause its just little old me, but…but thank you. Really. For everything. “Alaska looked down at her, and for the first time that day, Adore could see some trepidation in her eyes. “Whats wrong Lasky?”

“I just…I didn’t want to tell you here. This is your party and you should be being happy with everyone.” Alaska looked this way and that, rather guiltily.

“What’s going on? You can tell me. Anything. You know that.”

Alaska looked unsure, but pulled Adore closer to her so she could whisper, “I’mmovingnextweektonewyorkforajobandiwantedtotellyoubuticouldntandimgoingtomissyousofuckingmuch”

“Wait, hold on, slow down. You’re moving?”

“Yeah.” Alaska was quick to clarify, “I wanted to tell you. All this time I wanted to, but I didn’t know how, and I knew as soon as I did it would be real.” The older queen looked devastated. “I’m just going to miss you, and I was scared I would lose you. So I put it off, and I think all those feelings bubbled up and then…this.” Alaska gestured to the party around them.

Adore looked at her long and hard. She wasn’t sure if she was angry or sad or happy. So she resorted to doing the thing she always did when she felt overwhelmed, she hugged Alaska.

It was a fierce, strong hug that left the two feeling equal parts better, and like they bruised some ribs.

“Ok.” Adore finally said.

“Ok?”

“Yeah. Ok. That doesn’t change anything. You are still my best friend. I still would do anything for you. I still think you are the most amazing person in this world. Nothing will have to change, except I guess that whole time change thing. But other than that, nothing has to change. You don’t have to lose me.”

Alaska’s face broke out into the biggest grin Adore had seen on her in a while. Alaska launched herself at Adore, and the two stood holding each other for ages, until Bianca yelled across the park at them to get a room.

They finally broke away from the embrace, but kept their fingers interlocked as they made their way back over to the others and they stayed that way till they reached the security line at the airport. And while they may physically have untangled their fingers at the gate, they would forever be intertwined.

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