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nobodyfamousposts · 5 months

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Coffeenette

For the record, they blame Alya. All of them do. No question. They will never NOT blame Alya for this.

Even Nino, who is her boyfriend and supposed to support her. He’s agreed with her about almost everything. But not about this.

Even Rose, who is the sweetest girl in their class. She’ll apologize and be really nice about it, but she still blames Alya.

Heck, even Chloe did, which was a surprise. She was a bully sure, but as such, anyone would have thought this sort of thing would be beneath her. Though it could simply be that she just liked having any excuse to make fun of someone.

…Or so they thought until they saw Chloe scramble away to hide as soon as she saw it happen.

But none of them blamed Alya more for this situation than Marinette, who could only swear all unholy vengeance and glare daggers at her soon to be ex-best friend as she took her sole reason for living in this cold and terrible world and threw it in the garbage!

“Marinette, come on. It’s not that big of a deal!”

“It was innocent…”

“It was a cup of coffee!”

“The perfect cup of coffee. The coffee to end all coffees. Brewed to perfection and at just the right temperature. I could have died happily with that coffee. No other cup of coffee will ever compare. Ambrosia was in that cup and you threw it away!”

“Are you serious?!”

“Shh. Shh…I must mourn.”

“Get off the floor!”

“Mourn, I say!”

Oh sure, some had shrugged it off at the time. Alya had just rolled her eyes and dragged Marinette to class—coffeeless. Others had simply laughed a little at the dramatic display before moving on.

But those who knew better were panicking.

Some were already looking up therapists. Two were immediately calling their parents to ask about a school transfer. A few had given up on life and were writing up their wills.

It should be made clear: Marinette Dupain-Cheng was a kind girl. Sweet. Dedicated. Dependable. If you needed help, she was there. She was the one to look to for a solution to any problem. She was the first to put forth an effort and offer an olive branch, even if you hurt her. And of course the last thing she ever wanted to do was upset anyone. And if she did, she would be the first to apologize and try to make up for it.

…the problem was that this was all when Marinette was in a good space. And while her good days exceeded her bad days, that was not to say that there were not bad days. And when she had her bad days, they were…bad.

The thing that few knew about Marinette Dupain-Cheng was that there were…times, you could say, when she was not her normal friendly self. Times when she was…

…Grumpy.

Kind of mean.

Downright brutal, actually.

It only happened when she was either very angry or very stressed.

Which, unfortunately for everyone, has been increasing quite a bit since Hawk Moth made his grand entrance into the world of supervillainy.

Marinette had been stressed for a while and it showed. She’d been losing sleep. And they could tell she’s been more groggy given how frequently she’s been walking into walls and doors. They had thought this was cute at first. They had even laughed about it.

They hadn’t realized that this was actually only the first stage. Not until she started coming in with coffee—something she hadn’t done in years.

Marinette struggled when she was tired.

Thanks to Hawk Moth, she had lately been very tired.

And with her consistent lack of sleep, coffee had been her best friend. Or at least her best consumable friend. The sort of friend that brought her relief and made living bearable.

…until Alya took it away.

It turned out that Marinette’s parents had become…”concerned” about Marinette’s caffeine intake and had forbidden her from the beverage. Normally, they could only keep it away from her at home by either keeping her from the coffee pot or when necessary, switching to decaf. But Marinette had found ways around that by getting her bitter bitter life-saving paint stripper juice outside, usually on the way to school.

Or at least, she used to. But this was a new year and THIS time, Marinette had a new friend—and a BEST FRIEND at that in the form of Alya Cesaire, whom Tom and Sabine had chosen to enlist in their plot to protect their daughter from things that weren’t good for her.

Like coffee. Her precious life-preserving coffee.

And next to the Ladyblog and her secondary role as Rena Rouge, Alya had never jumped on anything faster.

Marinette’s morning coffee run? Done. A thing of the past as Alya would walk her to school and ensure they made no other stops along the way.

Marinette’s stash of coffee and energy drinks? Ransacked. Alya searched her locker, her desk, her bags. And being Marinette’s best friend, she knew ALL of her potential hiding spots.

Marinette’s emergency chocolate-covered espresso beans? Taken. Alya practically treated it like it was radioactive given the gloves and goggles she wore as she removed them. And in her defense, they very well may have been. Marinette was very tight-lipped over just where she had gotten them. She had tried to hide the fact that they WERE espresso beans, but Alya still wasn’t fooled.

Alya was on the hunt and there was NOTHING that could stop her. For her best friend’s “greater good”.

…as far as Marinette was concerned, the “greater good” could shove it.

She saved Paris on a daily basis! This was the LEAST it could give her in return!

Sadly, it appeared that Alya—and by extension Paris, cared not for Marinette’s sacrifice. Thus she was left to stew in her growing rage…stew like the precious brew she was being deprived of.

Up until that point it was clear that Marinette had been surviving on coffee and sheer spite. And now she only had one of those two things left.

But it would be fine! Really!

…so long as no one earned her ire.

Chloe had been one such unfortunate recipient of that ire some time ago in her younger days. Though Marinette had profusely apologized to her afterwards, Chloe never forgot and has held it against her ever since.

...well, after her several month sabbatical from school, at any rate.

So the fact that Chloe was suddenly trying to convince her father to let her take a vacation in the middle of the school year should have been a major red flag.

…or the way Marinette slammed her bag on her desk to get the class’s attention when they started getting off task and too loud in class.

……or the death glare she gave Kim the instant he tried to poke fun at her state with a literal poke to her cheek to try to wake her…and the injured finger he received for his trouble when she grabbed the offending object and bent it back.

…………or how most of the teachers were conveniently refraining from giving them any homework assignments they knew they should have been getting. Or not acknowledging Marinette’s grumpy behavior and sleeping in class. Or avoiding even looking in Marinette’s general direction.

The point was that it was evident that not all was right in the classroom and especially with their normally kind and happy Everyday Ladybug.

To their credit, the classmates had tried to bring Marinette coffee in order to help restore her to her usual state...or at least avoid her wrath.

But all their attempts were for naught, as Alya herself had become something of a bloodhound for caffeine. And having appointed herself as enforcer of the coffee ban, she would confiscate any form of the substance they tried to bring in and dispose of it in short order—much to the classmates’ horror and Marinette’s growing displeasure.

As far as the class could figure, it seemed that coffee was either simply useful in keeping Marinette awake and aware, or it was a comfort to her when she was feeling stressed.

Probably both.

And Alya, in all her misguided concern for the girl’s health, had taken it upon herself to remove the one thing keeping Marinette stable. Stable and happy and not inclined to traumatize anyone unfortunate enough to get in her way.

So yes, everyone in the class did blame her. They didn’t do anything about that resentment, of course, but they did still blame her.

Not that Alya seemed to care.

“Alya.” Nino knelt—literally knelt before her, his hands clasped as if in prayer. “Please. I’m begging you! Just let the girl have her coffee!”

She only rolled her eyes before throwing away yet another cup Marinette had managed to procure from the teacher’s lounge—somehow completely ignoring the daggers the other girl was glaring at them all with from the window of the classroom.

Alya was unmoved.

And seemingly oblivious to the scratch marks on the window left in the wake of Marinette’s pawing.

“It’s for her own good.” Alya insisted, much to the growing horror and frustration of those around her.

“What about our good?“

“You’ll be fine.“ She said dismissively.

“She made Kim cry!” Nino exclaimed, gripping his hat.

“You’re exaggerating.“

“She brought out the Vial. Do I need to tell you about the Vial?“

“The what now?“

“Marinette has a special Vial she carries during…these times.” Max explained as he helped the despondent Nino to his feet.

Alya blinked.

“Okay?”

“She uses that Vial to collect the tears of anyone who so much as annoys her while she’s in this state!”

“That’s a little weird, but—”

Nino cut her off.

“She uses those tears to flavor her coffee.”

Alya stared.

“What?”

“She flavors her coffee with tears, Alya!” He continued, gripping her shoulders. “Not cream! Not sugar! Not cinnamon or chocolate or pumpkin spice like normal people and Americans! TEARS! OUR TEARS! What does that tell you?!”

“That tells me you’re exaggerating.“ She replied, looking decidedly unimpressed. And thus cruelly ignored his whimpering as she tossed the rest of the coffee into the trash bin.

She shot them a look as she slammed the bin lid closed, as if daring them to challenge her.

Nino looked on the verge of a breakdown.

Max sighed and texted the others.

To everyone else, the slamming of that bin lid was akin to a signal…one that indicated the sealing of their fates.

Some cried. Some prayed.

Most chose to stay out of the way.

…that was likely all they could do.

Other than blame Alya, of course. Which they did.

As Marinette’s antics changed from funny “walking into walls isn’t she cute” to less funny “eviscerate your soul with words”.

As whispers from the rest of the school followed the classmates, offering them sympathy and prayers.

As the very atmosphere changed from a sense of melancholy to ever growing unease and outright paranoia. As if her presence itself brought with it something seemingly eldritch in nature.

And through it all, Alya ignored the warnings and insisted this was for the best.

To be fair, it was perhaps her friendship with Marinette that offered her some protection from the worst of it.

…others were not spared.

Timothy—everyone remember Timothy? Prominent student and good friend to the rest of the class. Top of his class. Fellow swimmer and athlete to Kim and Odine. Was one of the few people Chloe would listen to. Tried to help Nino throw the party during Bubbler and the only one to notice Sabrina hadn’t appeared in a while in Antibug. Remember? That Timothy. Had totally been there all along and was well liked by everyone. Possibly as much as Adrien.

…until he admonished Marinette for bumping into him and not looking where she was going.

And.

Marinette.

Snapped.

It was the moment Marinette finally had enough. Both of the lack of coffee and of holding back her frustration about the situation.

It was also the last time Timothy was seen at school. Or anywhere for that matter. Given how abrupt it was and how people actively avoid mentioning him again, some question if he had ever really existed…

Eh, probably not. It was likely just a rumor.

What wasn’t a rumor was how Chloe (after being denied being allowed to ditch school) presumed that a new year and being Queen Bee meant she was stronger than she had been before and thus strong enough to put the caffeine-deprived version of Marinette in her place. She would prove to Marinette, to herself, and to everyone that SHE was the head bitch in charge.

Marinette was abruptly woken out of a nice daydream that either involved Adrien or coffee or Adrien AND coffee to find herself being yelled at. And find herself face to face with Chloe.

Oh wait, Chloe was the one yelling at her.

She had a hard time making out what Chloe was saying, but the fact remained that it WAS Chloe. Which was never a pleasant place to begin any realization.

It would help if she had coffee.

Was there coffee?

Marinette looked at her depressingly empty hands.

No.

"Well?! Do you hear me?!" Chloe shouted.

Marinette looked up at the blonde and took a slow breath before opening her mouth to speak.

...

…thirty minutes later, Sabrina found Chloe catatonic under her desk and took her home early.

To be fair, she had brought it on herself. After all, she really should have learned her lesson from the last time. But still, it was hard to forget the scene as Sabrina gently guide her out of the building as Chloe mumbled to herself, her face pale, her mascara running, and her eyes wide and haunted.

She was out for the rest of the week.

Bustier was...no help. In her ever rose-tinted fashion, she attempted to speak with Marinette early on what had been a particularly bad morning.

“Marinette, I heard you’ve been having some trouble with your classmates.”

It took a minute for Marinette to realize Bustier was there, much less that she was trying to have a conversation.

“—argument with Chloe the other day. It seems like whatever you had said really hurt Chloe’s feelings.”

Marinette blinked, trying to comprehend what was being said to her.

“—was uncalled for. Chloe didn’t deserve that.”

Bustier. Something about Chloe? She hadn’t seen her in a while. She thought things had been quieter lately…

“—you know how Chloe is and that she needs help. Surely whatever she said couldn’t have been that bad, and—”

These were clearly words, but they weren’t making sense.

“—remember what I said before about the Marinette’s of the world? It’s important to show love to people, even if they aren’t nice. So they can learn from your good example and—”

Marinette.exe needed coffee to continue this conversation.

“I think the two of you can talk this out. You can apologize to Chloe and model the right behaviors.”

Was there coffee to continue?

“—and who knows? Maybe the two of you will even become the best of friends!”

No.

“—what do you think?”

Marinette frowned at Bustier and opened her mouth to speak.

...

...it would be the first and only time Bustier would make such an attempt to speak to coffee-deprived Marinette. Nobody knows exactly what happened, as the students had come in when class started only to find Bustier in the aftermath, sobbing over her desk and completely inconsolable.

No class was had that day.

#ml fic #marinette dupain cheng #alya cesaire #coffeenette #why alya why #alas poor timothy #we...didn't really know you at all actually #but you will be missed #yes I'm actually writing this #pray for me #pray for everyone actually #the poor poor traumatized souls

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esther-dot · 3 months

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forwntrx · 6 months

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GIRLS LIKE GIRLS ┊͙˚. 10. ON MINE

𑁍┊flashing lights (written portion)

you loved being an idol. most days. today might have been the day you looked back on the years spent and regretted it. for a moment, you thought of ignoring your schedules and staying in bed.

would it hurt, just for one day? to finally sleep and get a full eight hours? when was the last you had that luxury?

but then you remembered who you were and what you signed up for.

you got up.

your manager rushed you out your apartment. birds chirped and sat on branches. the rest of the girls were too sleepy to speak. the clock had barely stuck four. you took your normal window seat on the left side of the van.

minjeong yawned and offered you a soft smile.

you try to fake one back.

she rested her head on your shoulder and fell right asleep.

you looked down on her and for a moment, forgot about your worries. she looked so peaceful this way. there was no pain or exhaustion. you wanted to be like that too.

minutes later, you fell asleep.

the peace didn’t last long. an hour later, your up again, and being pushed back and forth by grabby hands. loud, brash photographers scream for you to look different ways. you hate it.

the bright lights, the obnoxious entitled voices.

your managers persistence. sure, it’s his job, but you still hate it.

you try to force a smile. jimin had to push you forward to make you pick up speed after the lights subsided. it was kind of like you were frozen?

this was unusual for you.

you didn’t spend much time with paparazzi. you got in and out. you didn’t care for the lights, you didn’t care for the attention. you were like a machine.

she asked you about it later.

“you all alright?”

she was behind your chair. your hairdresser had left to go pick up some pins from the other side of the room. you looked at her through the mirror. you two had barely talked today.

but that wasn’t strange. it was still early morning, seven o’clock at best, maybe around eight. you still had another ten+ hours to enjoy her company.

jimin was beautiful, she always was. but in stage makeup she was different. classic eyeliner, long eyelashes, and pouty lips.

“yeah, i’m fine.” you lie easily.

jimin stared at you. then rolled her eyes.

“you’ve gotta sleep more.”

you shrugged her off. as always. you turned away and fixed a random part of your makeup that surely didn’t need any adjustments. you always stood out the most in the group. it was your appeal. that’s how the company sold you. they wanted you to be ‘the star’.

that was the plan since debut, but you were always happy as you were.

your hairdresser came back, and you made sure to keep a half-ass smile on your face. you laughed the best you could, and only frowned when you were alone. no one bothered you with questions. no thought to ask.

you were good at hiding. even jimin just chalked it up to morning slug.

“aespa on in 5!”

they rush you back and forth. the live crowd went crazy. they scream your parts in the song the loudest. for a moment, when you perform, you feel alive.

you hit every beat. your muscles move on their own now. when the camera spins to you, you make it your bitch. it’s the only thing you know how to do.

you belt out the finishing notes, and the camera ended on you.

but then the moment is over.

you don’t remember what anyone said to you, or how you ended up back on stage, but they’re counting down on something and then there’s a pop—confetti blowing around the stage, and you blink and realize where you are (the encore?).

who was your competition? you turn to your left. lesserafim. your eyes scanned across each member. yunjin. you look for her.

you caught her eye. she was the farthest to the left of you. she smiled as soon as your eyes met, and whispered something to you. congratulations?

you manage to whisper back. thank you.

she frowned. what’s wrong?

the music of your song played.

you don’t respond back to her.

as soon as you get off the stage from the encore, she’s there waiting for you. for some reason, you don’t try to hide it from her. you rest your head in her chest. you don’t realize your crying until you feel that her shirt is wet.

why the hell are you crying? you lean forward, and try to wipe away your tears, but yunjin grabbed your hands.

“let’s get out of here? yeah? i wont tell jimin as long don’t tell chaewon.”

she wiped away your tears for you. she held out her pinkie.

“deal?”

you smile. and then nod.

“deal.”

𑁍┊i wonder (written portion)

your phone was dead somewhere. disappearing was insanely easy. your managers were slow, and yunjin called an uber faster than they could run down the street.

you both wandered around seoul for a bit. it had been a while since you could properly enjoy the city. you both shared a couple of laughs—ate some convenience store ramen, and shared a strawberry flavored ice cup.

the seoul air started to chill, and you ‘mistakenly’ leaned closer to yunjin. you smirked when she blushed. too cute.

“how mad are they at us?” yunjin asked as you both crossed a street.

“on a scale of 1/10?” you said.

“yeah.”

“probably like a 15.5.” you said.

“why the .5?”

“the .5 is because of what we are about to do.”

yunjin gave you a puzzled look. you smirked and pulled her down the street. luckily, you were around your company building. of course, you did your best to avoid going through the lobby. the backdoor always came in handy. you even took the secret elevator absolutely no one took. sm would never fire you, but you sure as hell would feel their wrath.

“shit! shit! yunjin! go back!”

company security rounded one of the corners and stopped. they peered back and forth, suspiciously eyeing all the corners.

you both stuffed down your giggles.

“anyone here?”

yunjin, on the other side from you in, in another corner made a face at the security guard. she pointed to his bald head and you tried your best not to lose it.

the security guard ended up shrugging it off, and continuing to another floor.

as the elevator sound dinged. you both lost it and spurred into laughter.

“your the absolute worst.” you complained.

“I’M THE WORST? your the one who has sneaking around YOUR company building like we’re james bond?” yunjin snorted.

you led her into another hallway with a series of doors. the lights were dimmed. she closely looked into one of the rooms and her face shifted. the same one she looked into, you opened the door of and held it for her.

“we came here so you could do more work?” she looked at you with hesitation. “why don’t we do something fun?”

you walked into the room.

“or, we can do this. this is nice too.”

you chuckled. “i’ve slacked off the whole day. a little bit of work won’t kill me.”

yunjin let you do your thing. for the most part, it was calming to mix and produce your own music. it was something you loved and had a passion for. it was always good to have someone else with you too. you asked for her input on the tone, the general feeling of the song, and some of the sections you had already completed.

her head bopped to the song. she shook her head in disbelief. as it ended, she looked at you like you were another disciple of jesus.

“are you kidding me?”

“what?”

“you’re so fucking good.”

“i know.” you laughed.

she shook her head. “this is golden. i want this song. sell this to me. my members would go crazy.”

“uh uh, aespa needs another win.” you grinned and took off the headphones from her ears.

yunjin rolled her eyes. “yeah, we’ll see next week.” you loved the friendly competition. you loved the way she would smile after, and the way her nose would scrunch—wait. you what?

you tinker around with the song some more, and for some reason, you end up out of chair and on the floor. yunjin also (for some reason) ended up right next to you, feet dangled in yours, crossed up and mixed like a puzzle.

you enjoyed being this close to her.

she smelled like—coconut, maybe vanilla, or maybe you were just making that up because she was just so sweet. you could see it, maybe even taste it. it was in her laughter, and her smile, and the way she cared. as you spoke the way she never took her eyes off you, the way she would flick a piece of lint off your shirt.

she was sweet.

“thanks for spending the day with me.” you said after a comfortable silence engulfed you.

she hummed. “don’t mention it.”

“no really.” you turned to meet her. her eyes focused on yours. “i needed it.”

she leaned forward.

you stopped breathing.

she kissed your cheek. her lips were soft and pink. “don’t mention it.” she repeated softly.

your eyes wandered to her lips. you wonder what her lips would feel like on your own.

𑁍┊masterlist －previous — next

yn has bad days like anyone else.

MHMMMM LETS GET INTO ITTT

what else is there to say, heheheheh

𑁍┊a/n: i missed this smau so much

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don't wanna break up again

Pairing: Leigh Shaw x GN!Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Genre: Pinch of angst? fluff

Warnings: None unless you hate the names Leigh & Danny in the same sentence quite a bit

A/N: Long time no see! (again) writer's block and just simply getting the inspiration and motivation to write have been fucking dreadful these last few months. I dunno what was going on. Hopefully, all things going well this is my slow return to posting regularly again on here. If not then whoops you'll see me again at some stage. Who would've thought Leigh Shaw and Ariana Granda was gonna be my breakthrough for writing stuff not me that's for sure. This is my very loose interpretation of Ariana Grande's 'don't wanna break up again' I saw someone say it was very Leigh x Danny coded then this transpired. I hope I have done this some justice I imagine my writing abilities are a bit rusty so bear with me and I hope you all enjoy!

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If there was one thing Leigh was certain of since Matt’s death it was how complicated and difficult her life had become, ranging from devastating revelations to do with Matt and his teacher co-worker Nina, living with a Jules who is now a recovering sober alcoholic, dealing with her mother Amy with her previous breakdown she had where she moved to Alaska which subsequently led to her breakthrough of wanting to travel and basically just live somewhere else that wasn’t in Los Angeles, that wasn’t home.

In addition to that after Leigh’s breakdown after choosing to leave with Jules to go to Vietnam, she ultimately decided just to stay living in their family home whilst both Jules and her mother left for however long they decided. Leigh also decided to take over Beautiful Beast for Jules until she was ready to come back…if she ever did but nonetheless she couldn’t let all of Jules’ hard work go to waste. And last but not least the absolute travesty that of her and Danny whatever that thing is, it’s complicated, messy and above all else unhealthy all over for the both of them. Not to delve too much into the ups and downs of their….thing the latest situation ended up with Danny punching a hole in the wall of Leigh’s home, to sum it up in a simple phrase “People don’t slam their fists through walls when things are going well.”

The one positive and healthy yet still slightly complicated thing in Leigh’s life which happened unexpectedly was well… Y/N. Granted one of the only aspects that made it complicated was the fact you were her “student”, you both met due to you attending Leigh’s classes at Beautiful Beast, the friendship, and conversations which ended up evolving into more flirtatious conversations did just happen out of nowhere unexpectedly. The downfall of the whole friendship between you both was when Danny surprised Leigh at the entrance of Beautiful Beast one night to take her home…then you caught Danny kissing her which again took Leigh by surprise. That night and predicament in question had truly shocked Leigh because from what she knew and understood during that time, it was during one of her and Danny’s off moments, their pause a break essentially.

But in good Leigh fashion the second she saw Danny she started overthinking and thought she interpreted something wrong or missed a certain something, whilst simultaneously thinking this was Danny offering an olive branch and showing her they really can make this work, they can be good and healthy for each other….how wrong she was. So understandably from then on you started to distance yourself and pull away from Leigh after that by not talking, hanging out or texting as much. Unbeknownst to Leigh any hope you had of having some sort of relationship with her plummeted very quickly after that.

Leigh knew whatever they had going on wasn’t good for either of them and would never last, it was a cycle they couldn’t break….well she couldn’t break. It was a lifeline for them both, the last small bit of connection they both had to Matt in some way. On one hand, Leigh had this negative and toxic relationship that she couldn’t leave, she couldn’t escape it. Somehow it always kept dragging her back in no matter how many times night and day it had her distraught, crying and attempting to soothe herself. On the other hand, Leigh had this seemingly hopeful, positive and healthy relationship she could have with you.

But before she even tried to give that relationship a chance she had to try to get out of this fucking cycle she couldn’t seem to get out of and no matter how hard she tried. Whenever she asked Jules for advice on the relationship, much to nobody's surprise always went something like this.

“Leigh you need to end this thing with Danny and go no contact with him at least for some time, this is not healthy for either of you. I mean come on Leigh he punched a hole in the wall at our house. Let me remind you when I was living with you Leigh after mom left, just how many times I’d hear quiet sobs from your room, you talking to yourself to make yourself feel better and reassure yourself everything was going to be okay, that everything was gonna be fine. And I couldn’t get in because 1. You’d lock the door, 2. You wouldn’t respond when I asked if you were okay and lastly, when you did, you’d just say you were fine, you were okay. Once one of you starts to feel happier and healthier the other drags the other one down simply just by being around.

I know you don’t want to go through another break-up or heartbreak….but you’re doing it to yourself constantly by staying in this with Danny or maybe…. You keep going back to this thing with Danny because you don’t want to hurt him and his heart completely. And if you do fully disappear from his life because to him you're his last link to Matt and right now you know full well you are leading him on and have him believing you two can have some semblance of a future together no matter how complicated it may be. I know this is a weird way to word it but… I think you know Matt wouldn’t want or like Danny to be experiencing this level of hurt and anguish as much as he is, not even specifically with you just with anyone.

But let’s not forget just how much you did hurt Danny initially when he was staying away from you and you wouldn’t let it happen. You forced your way into his life because you needed him to love you. Who knows maybe some ways down the line in the future when you’re both fully healed or at least somewhat…you two can be friends and have that last link to Matt. But also do remember that doesn’t mean you have to stop contact with Matt’s mother…. You can still have a link to him in some shape and form.”

That’s what she’d deal with, she knew and understood completely what Jules was saying yet she couldn’t bring herself to do it….unfortunately. She wishes Danny would end up being the person to end it but the chances of that happening are slim to none. But with the possibilities that awaited her on the other side of things…she knew what she had to do, end things with Danny then she had to get the friendship with Y/N back to what it was, and she had to show you that you weren't going to be just some rebound, that she saw a future with this relationship she saw it going the distance.

When she thought about the aspects of the relationship she had with Y/N the only way Leigh could describe how she felt…was how she felt when she was with Matt. With you, it finally felt like Leigh had gotten the best and good part of herself back that as Leigh put it Matt had taken with him when he died. It felt like she could finally breathe again and live her life to the fullest. Fortunately for Leigh yet quite sadly when the friendship between you both was at its best Matt left her alone, and Leigh’s recurring what she would consider nightmares of Matt and Nina living out the life she lived with him finally stopped.

Now all she had to do was start the process and uncomplicate her life which starts with talking to Danny.

As Leigh anxiously approaches the door to the apartment she knows so well, she nervously wrings out her hands and fingers. She had texted Danny the night before asking him if would it be okay for her to visit in the morning to talk to him, as Danny eagerly agreed to her calling over she realised at that very moment he was expecting a very different conversation. She hesitantly starts knocking on the door muttering to herself “You can do this, you can do this. You have to do this for yourself, Danny and everyone else in your life but most importantly you and Danny.” After a few seconds, shuffling could be heard behind the door as Leigh took a deep breath in, in an attempt to calm herself down and get all of her feelings under control.

Once the door opened a weak nervous smile spread across her face, Leigh quickly scans Danny trying to figure out how he really is, as she sees him start to step out and lean in to give her a quick kiss but before anything of the sort can happen Leigh quickly steps in and gives him a quick hug as she states “so is it alright for me to come in?” as she smiles quickly at him. Danny’s face scrunches up in confusion as Leigh quickly pats his stomach as she steps past him into his apartment, he lets out an exasperated sigh and throws his head back slightly and he turns around to walk into his apartment closing the door behind him.

When Danny finally turns to face Leigh he can’t help but notice her looking around his apartment and the constant nervous fidgeting with her fingers, her hair and her neck. He sighs to himself “Alright Leigh what is this about you said you wanted to talk.”

Leigh jumps slightly as she spins around to face him “ I- well- yeah you’re right I did, I did.” rubbing her now sweaty palms off of the side of her jeans and slowly sits herself down on Danny's sofa. Taking a deep breath in and bringing her hands up to her mouth “I- I can imagine from the way I’m acting and just how difficult it is for me to start this conversation and say what I actually want to….that you already know what this conversation is about and where it’s heading.” Hearing a quiet sigh beside her Leigh glances quickly out the side of her eye seeing Danny leaning forward slightly with his head down and forearms leaning on his knees. “But Danny this thing has to be stopped, I- we’re both hurting each other continuously whether we realise it or not. I mean need I remind ourselves of the punching a hole in the wall situation.”

That got a small chuckle out of Danny as he shook his head slightly clicking his tongue. “And I mean it wasn’t just you Danny, I forced you to be around me when you didn’t want to, in our own little ways, we were selfish when it came to this situation. Now I know I stated and promised you before that I would never have a life that didn’t have you in it…but whilst we’re both still healing and dealing with our grief that obviously still hasn’t gone anywhere. We do really need to not be in each other's lives anymore, no contact, no talking in any shape or form no stupid lil emoji texts anymore.”

Biting his lip and sitting back Danny exclaims “But Leigh that’s EXACTLY what you’re doing, you’re leaving, you’re having a life without me! You obviously think and believe you don’t need me!”

“I’M NOT LEAVING YOU, I’M NOT HAVING A LIFE WITHOUT YOU”

“LEIGH THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT YOU’RE DOING CAN YOU NOT HEAR WHAT YOU’RE SAYING”

“DANNY!” scoffing to herself and shaking her head as she calmly states ”See this, this here exactly happening right now is why we need to take a step back from each other. We can’t even have a normal conversation without blowing up and ending up yelling at each other. The only time we aren’t killing each other is when we’re having sex and- and even then since we had that conversation in that casino resort we both know Matt is still weirdly on our minds during that. I- I think no matter how much we try or maybe want some sort of actual loving relationship with each other…it’ll never work. The only thing we ever can be to each other is friends.” Leigh shakes her head and licks her lips slightly “Just a friendship. Because we are hurting each other and ourselves from the inside out. We have to heal by ourselves, without the other in our lives and move on. And hopefully at some stage down the line whenever we’re both happy and healthy we can get back in contact with the other.”

Leigh smirks as she sways from side to side “Cause I can’t lie Danny I think we’d be pretty kick-ass friends together don’t ya think.” She grins as she nudges Danny with her shoulder, clearing his throat and nodding “Yeah- yeah I think we would be. And I can’t lie I get what you’re saying I understand hell I see it completely. It- it is just a difficult thing to let go of even if it is just for a little bit.”

Biting her lip and rubbing Danny’s arm “I get it, Danny I do believe me but you still have your mom. You both can get through this together because it was just as difficult for her to… You are all she has left. And I’ll- I'm staying in contact with her or at this stage more like getting in contact with her more considering she still is my mother-in-law or ex-mother-in-law anyways specifics isn’t the important thing here.”

Danny laughs slightly and nods “Yeah, yeah she’d like that.” Both sit back against the sofa in silence basking in the reality of what now has to be undertaken the reality of it hitting them simultaneously. Rubbing her hands anxiously up and down her legs as she slowly drags out “rigghtt I guess- I guess I better go now and leave us both to our journey of healing, growth whatever you wanna call it.” Leigh laughs as she mumbles to herself “god I sound like my mother” She walks to the door with Danny right behind her as Leigh opens the door she turns around and smiles at Danny as they both embrace each other in a hug for the last time till…who knows how long. Both pulling away slowly and giving each other a subtle nod as Leigh steps out through the door as it closes behind her softly. Leigh takes a deep breath in, the grin spreading across her face going unnoticed by her as she starts to descend the steps of the apartment building.

Leigh was never nervous or anxious when it came to teaching her exercise classes though apparently today was the exception, as she anticipated your arrival. Leigh smiles moving back and forth on her feet as she greets all of the students walking in through the door to her class, anxiously waiting to get a glimpse of your bag, shoes or something as you come through the front door. Considering since you distanced yourself from her she’s noticed you haven’t attended classes all that regularly. Leigh’s eyebrows raise in anticipation as she sees the front doors open happily letting out a breath she didn’t realise she was holding as she saw a glimpse of your bag and shoes come into view. Giddily she lets a grin spread across her face and she nervously picks at her nails seeing you approach the entrance “Hey Y/N it’s nice to see you again, I’m glad you decided to attend and come today.”

Taken aback by Leigh's greeting and striking up a proper conversation with you after so long did genuinely take you by surprise but couldn’t stop the smile on your face “Hey Leigh, yeah I can’t lie I missed attending these classes I’m sure I’ll get back on track from now on.” Both smiling at each other as you walk past her into the class much to Leigh’s amazement you turn around and say to her “Leigh if I can just say you look great...you just look happy and healthy. Whatever you’ve done or are doing keep it up it suits you.” With her mouth wide open Leigh messily nods and stutters out “I- I will- I- Thank you very much, I will be sure to keep it up.” Leigh turns around to the door to hide and mutters to herself “Idiot”.

Much to her relief though the class was a success and she didn’t stumble or trip over any more of her words whenever she got closer to you throughout her class as she moved around the room. After the class finished Leigh quickly grabbed her towel off the floor wiping the sweat off of her as she said goodbye to everyone, in her peripheral vision she could see you deliberately taking your sweet ass time packing away all of your stuff. Biting her lip she attempted to suppress the smile taking over her face.

As she said goodbye to one of the last students she sauntered across the room towards you as she started fiddling with the towel around her neck. “Sooo Y/N” you glanced up at her as you were putting on your shoes “What's up Leigh?”

She smiles at you abashedly as she scratches her head “I just wanna say sorry and give you a quick apology for anything I said or did that created that distance and made us pull away from each other. Because- because for that length of time, I really did miss seeing you and your face around here but I’m glad to see you back now.” Nervously scratching the back of your neck “Yeah umm I just-” shaking your head slightly as you let out a breath “I just had some stuff I had to figure out and work on to clear my head a bit and- unfortunately, sadly to do that I kinda had to step away and distance myself from you and well all things relating to you. But I- I think I’ve figured it all out now.”

You can’t help but notice the hopeful glint in Leigh’s eyes and smile “Oh really? A positive figure it out I hope?”

Grinning and nodding confidently “Yeah- yeah it does seem that way.” Both of you stare at each other smiling to your heart's content as both of your eyes scan the other person. You clear your throat as you can feel the heat rising to your cheeks and glance around the room “Anyways I should probably head off and leave you to clean up the place or whatever it is you have left to do around here.” Leigh absentmindedly nods her head but ultimately starts panicking as you pick up your bag and wave goodbye to her, she quickly sprints after you saying between breaths “Or or- or albeit this isn’t a very nice offer for you to ask-” you raise your eyebrow at her “What is it, Leigh?”

“Um, do you wanna hang out here with me and help me out around here if you aren’t busy? I just- I’ve just missed hanging out and talking with you and thought this might be a nice way for us to catch up.”

“Y’know you are right it isn’t the nicest or most glamorous offer I’ve ever heard but I have missed talking to you Leigh so I’ll stick around and help my favourite fitness instructor out.”

Leigh whips her head around to face you and stumbles slightly as she starts moving the spare barres placed around the room “Wha- what do you mean favourite fitness instructor? I’m your only fitness instructor.” Smirking over at Leigh as you roll up the extra yoga mats “That you know of, could’ve tried out other places whilst I was MIA”

“HEY!” Leigh exclaims as she throws a cloth at you

Laughing at her reaction as you catch the cloth “I’m messing, I’m messing you would be correct, you are the only fitness instructor I know and one that I go to.” You hear a quiet yet stern “good” in response as she goes back to cleaning, laughing and shaking your head in the process.

Since then you and Leigh have practically been inseparable, it was as if nothing had ever happened. She had explained to you fully what went and was going on with her and Danny currently..more like what wasn’t going on. Even though you had said to her repeatedly she didn’t have to that it was none of your business. But you reassured her it was for the better, she made the right decision, she’s doing better because of it and you could only hope the same for Danny. Leigh now had you over at her house….for what she told you would be a quiet night in with both of your favourite takeout foods and as many movies and TV shows as you both could handle.

Which now that you were here was not the case at all. Leigh had gotten the bright idea, the brainwave or as she put it a breakthrough. She felt that the whole house needed to be redecorated and refurnished as it reminded her of sad, difficult and complicated times and she couldn’t stand being reminded of those moments any longer. So who were you to say no to helping her out yet again. As you were sat on the floor dismantling all of the old furniture with Leigh, you saw her peak her head out from the other side “Again I’m sorry about this, it seems like none of my hangouts recently are that exciting and it involves you always having to work.” You laugh and shake your head “Leigh honestly it’s okay I really don’t care what I do as long as it’s with you. But hey it’ll be a nice bonding time for both of us, be a little glimpse of what it’s like if we were to ever live with each other I guess.” You scratch your head and hurriedly get back to dismantling the furniture as you realise what you said. “Did you just say living together?”

“Psshhh me say that? No never? Must’ve heard things, Leigh.”

“Mhmm okay sure.” What you didn’t notice was Leigh moving over to you slowly on her knees but jumping slightly as you felt her place her arms on your shoulders in an attempt to get you to raise your head to look at her. Glancing up at her you see the silly little smile on her face “I may not be ready for that yet but I’d like to think we’d end up living together at some stage in the future.”

Staring at her wide-eyed “R-really?” Leigh grins and nods her head as she whispers against your lips “Really.” Grinning at each other as you both lean in to place kisses on each other's lips which quickly turn into little pecks as Leigh slaps your thigh “Alright let’s get back to work this house isn’t gonna refurnish and redecorate itself. And this furniture certainly won’t dismantle itself.”

Chuckling to yourself you playfully salute towards Leigh “Aye, aye captain.”

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theoceanandthestars · 5 days

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Stand By Your Man

A/N Inspired by the song ‘Stand By Your Man’ and a vanilla custard filled choux bun I had recently that I can’t stop thinking about. Apologies for any mistakes :)

Summary: After Parker, who your beginning to develop a crush on, discovers your hidden talent, you go undercover at a country bar to find a suspect.

Word Count: 2391

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You’d regretted revealing your hidden talent to Alden Parker the minute it had slipped from your lips. It was a moment of weakness on your part. You had initially rejected the agent as Gibbs’ replacement, you told yourself it was because he was too cheery and not as professional as Gibbs, but you knew that your resentment for Parker was, in reality, the manifestation of your sadness at Gibbs leaving and Parker taking his place meant that he really was gone. However, after a particularly hard case which ended with Parker offering you a vanilla custard filled choux bun from a bakery he had found on the drive back to the NCIS building. Your resentment had completely crumbled and amongst the praises for the pastry, in what you believe was a sugar induced moment of insanity, you had confessed your talent for singing to the older agent as a type of olive branch, who had been trying to encourage you to divulge a secret talent to him for the entirety of the case. The grin on his face was what immediately triggered a sense of regret within you, wishing that the pastries’ ability to loosen your lips hadn’t worked and it was that same grin that reignited that flame of regret within you 4 weeks later, when Parker told you that you would all be going undercover at a Country Bar. It was that grin that told you everything you needed to know in a matter of microseconds.

It was that grin that you could still see now as you were standing, dressed in a pair of jeans, a white flowy bell sleeved top and cowboy boots, being handed a microphone to go and sing on the stage of your suspect’s favourite hangout.

Parker had argued that it was imperative that the team could see every face within the bar in order to find the suspect and that the only way to truly do that was to have someone on stage and the rest of the team sat around the bar. You, on the other hand, had not felt the same and had rolled your eyes while Torres sniggered at your annoyance, promising to film the whole thing so he could torture you with it, following Parker’s divulgence of your talent to the rest of the team as well as his plan to catch the suspect. You had silently thanked McGee for not mentioning that he had in fact already heard you sing, (after an evening out drinking with him, DiNozzo and Bishop had led you all to a karaoke bar, which in turn had led to some very questionable renditions of many, many songs), not wanting to have to explain your karaoke too.

But as hard as you tried you couldn’t really be mad at Parker and truthfully you did think that Parker’s plan made sense, it was subtle, you could find the suspect without him realising you were looking for him and keep his attention away from whoever ended up grabbing him in the crowded bar. Over the past four weeks you had softened to Parker, accepting that while he was replacing Gibbs in terms of his job, he was so different from him that he could never take his place. You liked to think of it as a different place, just as good as Gibbs but in different ways. Unfortunately for you during the past four weeks as well as coming to terms with Gibbs’ absence and Parker’s arrival, you had started to develop a crush on your boss. A crush you were almost certain he didn’t reciprocate.

You took a breath and shook your hair slightly before returning your mind back to your current situation, thanking the man who had handed you the microphone before the band began to play the song you had chosen to sing. As the music started to flow to your ears you calmed, the familiarity of the feeling settling in. It’s not that you hate singing in front of people, it’s more that you would rather just gouge your eyes out than have to sing in-front of your co-workers and boss/crush.

‘Sometimes its hard to be a woman’, the words flowed out your mouth effortlessly. As you continued, you shifted your focus from the words you were singing to the faces in the bar, scanning each one for the face of your suspect. However, after a few lines, you realised that there was no way you could get a clear read on half the faces in the bar without getting closer.

So, despite the resistance of every fibre of your being, you stepped of the stage and started to walk around the bar as you continued to sing. At first it was just a brush of your hand to someone’s shoulder so they would lift their gaze and you could see their face, but after a minute of singing you began to get bolder. As you continued to move around the room you found yourself sliding on the edge of the booth McGee was sat at, who like you had been searching for your suspect, and found yourself wrapping your arm over his right shoulder, directing the words of the song at him, and leaning your head on his other shoulder. This elicited a chuckle as he laughed softly at you. If you were being forced to do this, you were at least going to have some fun.

After moving away from McGee, you continued to make your way through the packed bar, the eyes of all the patrons now focused entirely on you, the words of the song falling effortlessly from your lips, and unbeknownst to you wowing the entire bar full of people, including your team. Unlike Jess, who had never doubted your ability to sing, Torres was in utter disbelief, still holding his phone recording you like he had promised, but now with the knowledge that there was very little to tease you with. McGee, on the other hand, was not surprised by your beautiful singing at all, after all, he had heard you sing drunk all those years go with him, Tony and Ellie and he knew if you sounded that good while that drunk, and you had all been very drunk, that sober your voice must be angelic.

Meanwhile, Parker’s gaze had stopped moving around the bar and instead fixed itself on you. When you had admitted to him that you could sing he had thought you would instantly take it back, and from the look on your face at the time he could tell you regretted it. He knew that you, like Torres, were having trouble adjusting to him taking over from Gibbs, but over the past few weeks both of you had been getting on very well. So well in fact, that he had developed somewhat of a crush on you, however, he also convinced himself that being your boss, as well as much older than you, made this crush entirely irresponsible and wrong, besides he was almost certain that you didn’t reciprocate it. In this moment though, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. He had been stunned into silence when he had first seen your outfit as you ran into the elevator which he had just gotten into, as you were about to go to the bar. The words he wanted to say, that you looked beautiful, had sat at the back of his throat and instead he opted for a smirkish smile as he told you he liked the outfit, to which you had rolled your eyes gently while chuckling softly, trying to hide the flush of your cheeks at the fact he had even commented on the outfit. Now Parker was watching as you continued to move around the bar in his direction, admiring your voice and attempting to ignore the way his heart beat faster when you walked over to him as you sang, wrapping an arm over his shoulders as you placed yourself on his lap.

After singing a few lines of the song sitting on Parker’s lap, which was something you knew you would regret instantly the moment you did it, you forced yourself to get up and continue to search the bar as you sang. You were surprised for several reasons when you had sat on Parker’s lap. Firstly, you surprised yourself that you would do something that bold, but more importantly to you, you were surprised by Parker’s reaction, he had smiled at you, laughed softly and placed his arm around your waist, holding you close to him. An action you were sure had caused your heart to stop beating momentarily.

As you continued to sing you tried to shake the thoughts of Parker out of your mind, convincing yourself that he, like you, was undercover, he was just playing the role. Suddenly though you were snapped out of your spiralling as you caught sight of the man you had been searching for, who was staring at you. The suspect was sitting with another man, also looking directly at you. You moved over to them trying not to rush and maintain your cover.

As you reached them, you placed your hand on the man’s shoulder, turning to make eye contact with Nick, McGee, Jess and Parker, as you empathised the words of the song, ‘stand by your man’. You had chosen the song for this specific reason, that when you found the suspect, it would be easy to tell the team where he was. That and the fact that it was a short song and you didn’t want to have to sing longer than necessary.

After receiving nods from all the team, you removed your hand from his shoulder and walked back to the stage, with only a few lines left to sing. As you finished singing and the room burst into applause, the team quickly moved towards the man, their actions hidden from him by the applause, before grabbing and arresting him. The rest of the bar remained mostly oblivious thanks to the noise that was no being created.

You received a small rush from both the applause you received, and the relief that the suspect was now in custody. But as quickly as you had been handed the mic, you handed it back to the same man who had previously given it to you and rushed to the entrance of the bar to catch up with your team. As you left the bar and got outside the first thing you saw was Tim and Jess, who were putting the suspect into one of the cars, but you couldn’t see Parker or Torres. That was until you felt an arm wrap around your shoulders as Nick began to tell you how he was never actually going to tease you, which he definitely was going to do, and sang your praises. Eventually after he came down from the apparent high he was on after you singing, he jogged over to McGee, still giggling slightly, while you just shook your head and smiled.

Not a second later did Parker join you, after having disappeared somewhere, retuning with a box under his arm as he clapped softly, causing you to laugh and blush rather furiously.

‘When you told me you could sing, I assumed you could carry a tune, I didn’t expect you to have the voice of an angel.’

‘Thank you’ you blushed even more at his compliment, avoiding meeting his eyes, ‘just don’t think this will be a regular occurrence, I don’t think I could handle that’ you added pointedly.

He chuckled, ‘I don’t think it’ll be that easy, now they’ve heard you sing’, he gestured to the team, who were still chatting amongst themselves, occasionally glancing over at you and Parker, ‘they are going to try and get you to every chance they get’. This caused you both to chuckle.

‘Oh god’ you groaned, ‘I hadn’t thought of that’, eliciting yet another laugh from Parker, before he moved the box he had perched under his arm and held it in front of you.

‘But since you’ll probably never be given a break from this now, I got you this’ he stated opening the lid of the box to reveal one of the same vanilla custard filled choux buns he had given you all those weeks ago when you first confessed to him your talent.

Your eyes widened in excitement upon seeing the choux bun, taking it out the box and moaning as you took a bite of it. ‘This makes it all worth it’ you smiled, content with the pastry in your hand and completely touched by the gesture.

Meanwhile, by the van the other three agents continued to watch you and Parker after giving up on just sneaking glances at the pair of you.

‘Aww’ Jess cooed as they watched Parker give you the pastry he had bought especially for you, ‘Do you think they realise how much they like each other? Or just how obvious it is?’ she then asked the two men next to her.

‘Oh they have no clue’, answered Nick immediately, smirking as he watched you both.

‘Yeah they’re oblivious. I’m pretty sure they both think the other one doesn’t fell the same’ added Tim, returning his gaze to the two agents in front of him.

‘They’re the only ones who don’t see how much they like each other; I mean it’s pretty obvious to literally anybody else’ added Nick.

‘What’s obvious?’, you asked as you and Parker had made your way over to the three agents standing in a huddle as you continued to eat the choux bun in your hand. Jess and Tim looked like deer caught in headlights, but Nick began to smirk.

‘We were just saying how oblivious people can be sometimes’, looking directly at you and Parker who were both proving his point and being entirely oblivious, adorning expressions of confusion as he then added, ‘you know like the suspect, just sitting their not realising he was about to be arrested by the five agents in the bar.’

‘Oh right’

‘Yeah, that makes sense’.

Both yours and Parker’s answers were met with small giggles and nudges as you all began to move into the cars, which once again the pair of you where oblivious to.

Part 2?

#ncis fanfiction #alden parker #alden parker x reader #alden parker x y/n #tim mcgee #ncis #jess knight #nick torres #ncis fanfic #gary cole #x reader #slow burn #alden parker x you #alden parker imagine #alden parker oneshot

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)) Encyclopedia Li Feinnica ((

History:

Li Fei is Wen deserter trying to just live. She is formerly known as Wen Fei, and is related distantly to the main branch with no big-name close relatives of note.

Family? Her mother was kind, her father a good man, and they were simple farmers who tended to the land and worked tirelessly to provide for Li Fei, their only daughter to survive to adolescence. She loved this life despite its hardships, there were many, but both of her parents died when she was ten due to a sickness that swept through her home village like fire during drought. This brought an end to what she refers to as her "golden years" of childhood. After, Li Fei lived on the streets for a short period of time before she became a Wen disciple out of necessity during her tween years.

After deserting years later once she turned twenty, but still before Nie Mingjue is taken captive, before the Cloud Recesses burn, she once again found herself living on the streets and doing whatever work she could find: physical labor (yuck), busking (fun but not sustainable), stealing (desperate times call for desperate measures), brothel-work that she ditched as soon as she could and now she's pretty sure the owner might be trying to find her because of fleeing and owing him money (bad AND the owner was an ass), and errands (safe, but again not sustainable). You name it, she's probably done it.

She's exhausted from this difficult life and just wants everything to. Stop. She wants to rest. She wants to be happy.

Mun calls her a "charity case" because she was taken in by Nie Mingjue and Nie Huaisang after they stumbled across her while trying to literally steal money from Huaisang. It didn't work; Mingjue noticed her poor pick-pocketing attempt immediately and Huaisang caught on mere moments later, smacking her hand away with his fan. The brothers whirled on her in a flurry of sleeves and anger.

She was slowly wasting away, days from death, and begged for mercy, sobs already starting with no actual tears to back them up due to chronic dehydration. Huaisang immediately decided she was like a lost puppy with her sad eyes and Mingjue has a hard time not helping those in need, so an arrangement was made to have her travel with them to a few towns over so they could drop her off at a sort of halfway house to get her to a place where she could try to start a new life and get some help.

They grew attached though, and this plan was scrapped rather quickly thereafter. The two simply offered her the Unclean Realm as a new home, complete with a new identity that wasn't just "destitute street rat." Her emphatic yes was best decision of her life.

A fairly promising cultivator at one point, Li Fei has a damaged golden core from improper training when she was scrambling to catch up with her Wen peers. (She hated them with every fiber of her being; they were cruel and heartless, two things she could never be though she pretended convincingly enough to stay alive). Humiliatingly and disturbingly, still she envied them for their power and control over their technique. Li Fei does not speak of this envy to anyone. She's probably around equal footing with Meng Yao if not a bit less powerful, so she understands him well in that regard.

Due to her weakened state, she struggles to feel useful to the Nie and finds herself wondering what the point of her actually is. She's not used to the Nie fighting or cultivation style, and frankly, they scare her. Because of this, she's created her own modified version of what she learned growing up mixed with their techniques to try and balance everything out. It's hard. she knows it is. She's not good at it, and it's a massive sticking point. Her saber, Mǎn Xīn ("from the bottom of one's heart"), whispers in her mind, but she can't quite make out its emotions just yet.

Still, the question remains: why is she even here?

stage whisper Unbeknownst to her, it's because da-ge takes in strays like rent is due, Huaisang is a sweetie-pie who finds her interesting, and her upset expression is pretty powerful when put to use. They have her stay as a sort of "guest of honor" situation. She doesn't receive an official title or anything, but she does gets a nice room a few halls away from the main family's lodgings (swanky!) and she's treated with respect, albeit confused respect, by the other Nie disciples and servants. Notably, she's trying to befriend the aforementioned groups, but is generally pretty pathetic at human interaction and fails more often than not.

Li Fei keeps her Wen heritage an absolute, heavily-guarded secret from everyone. If anyone found out, she'd be dead, she'd make sure of it if Nie Mingjue didn't first. She's very aware that she is everything her beloved new sect leader despises without a second thought, and the mere idea of him or Huaisang, or anyone else finding out her roots terrifies her beyond compare.

Relationships:

She is incredibly fond of Nie Huaisang; they share so many interests and hobbies so they've often joked that they were always meant to be best friends and that fate brought them together. (Li Fei isn't sure she actually believes in fate, but it's fun to speculate about). When Mingjue is in one of his Moods, Li Fei is at Huaisang's beck and call, keeping him company while da-ge collects himself once more. Sometimes, they take bets on how long it'll take and Feifei wins most of the time. Gossip duo. Chaos duo. She's very ride or die for him.

Li Fei looks up to Lan Xichen and harbors a massive admiration/"oh no he's HAWT" crush on him. He is the first to have her catching Feelings. He's just so kind and honest, she can't help but quickly fall in love. She adores just being around him, soaking in his presence, and listening to him play the guqin. She's had him try to teach her, but she's a bit too clumsy with her hands to feel comfortable, so she opts to sing along instead; her voice is her best instrument. It's in these moments that she's most at peace.

The second to capture her heart is Meng Yao. She empathizes with him immensely and fell victim to his soft smiles and sweet demeanor. She knows a bit about his history and how he's related to that utter scumbag Jin Guangshan who she despises almost more than Wen Ruohan, but none of that matters to her. What matters is how Meng Yao always has a snack for her, how both of them try to out-respect and out-bow each other when they cross paths, and how when Meng Yao's eyes meet hers or when his soft voice calls her name, she feels her heart race.

Nie Mingjue is the third and final person to make her feel as if she's flying. How could she not fall for her handsome, rugged sect leader who helped save her? Give her a reason to exist? Offer her a world she'd never have thought she could ever deserve before? She feels that she owes him her life and should he ever ask anything of her, she'd do it in a heartbeat, even if it meant destroying herself eternally. She admires his sense of justice and morals, but knows that he's not always in the right. His good heart keeps her steady and grounded, and though she worries about his health, Huaisang has helped assuage some of these fears by helping her research musical healing techniques to help him. She's familiar with Lan Wangji and finds him to be a confusing boy, but ultimately charming and very, very pretty. She fully understands why Lan Xichen dotes on him. It's always amusing hearing about his crush on someone called Wei Wuxian (he sounds like fun!) and how certifiably bad he is at showing it. Feifei wants to have a sit-down with him to get the hot tea about his feelings, but she knows enough about the younger Twin Jade to realize that that will probably never happen. This doesn't stop her from trying to ask about it sneakily though! She admires his poise, grace, and strength; she wants to ask him about cultivation, but is too intimidated. Feifei would be remiss if she didn't immediately befriend Nie Mingjue and Nie Huaisang's sword sister, Nie Kexin. It wasn't long after she was brought back to the Unclean Realm that she met the woman who she'd share very nearly every secret she has with, save for the Big One. Kexin had been…. hesitant at fist, unsure of Li Fei, but her trust in her sworn brothers' collective judgement quickly soothed any concern away. Well, that and the second that Li Fei opened her mouth to introduce herself, Kexin, ever the gracious shijie, found herself wanting to take on the entire world to keep this weird little gremlin cozy and safe. ("H-hello," Li Fei had started, voice raw from sword travel. She'd folded into a low, polite bow, hoping that this strange woman who'd been given minimal introduction wouldn't immediately suss her out as a threat to the Nie's integrity. "My name is Li Fei, and…" At this, she'd looked up into Nie Kexin's eyes and her own widened, "… by the gods, is everyone from here so beautiful? What the hell?!") Unfortunately, she's not too familiar with many other people outside of this small, insular group. She's trying to work on this so that she can prove useful to herself the Nie. Maybe if she knows enough about other sects and their people, she can assist Meng Yao in his reports, or offer off-the-record advice, or just… feel like she contributes at all. Nie Kexin has told her about a man from the same clan as Lan Wanji's paramour, and Li Fei finds herself very invested in this fledgling (if it can be called that) relationship. She cheers her dear friend on in her endeavors. ("If that Jiang Cheng can't see how amazing you are, he's just not worth it, sis, trust me.") ~~

Personality & More:

She leads a dizzying daily routine of hiding her history and her feelings at all times though she can't help but sigh and giggle and stare when she thinks it's safe to.

Personality-wise, she is a gremlin extraordinaire who pouts to get her way. She's sarcastic and silly in equal measure, and extremely empathetic and full of love. She clings to hope like the dying embers of spent incense, falls in love hard and then doesn't look back. She'd sell her enemies and people she even vaguely dislikes for a singular grain of rice, but sell her soul to protect those she loves. She enjoys looking at hot people and will journal about it later. Li Fei enjoys flowers, her favorite being the plum blossom, and animals: dogs, horses, and birds. If there's not free food, she isn't going, so she's easily tempted with snacks, tea, a nap, headpats, or all of the above. Lastly, she is a major sucker for kids and enjoys partaking in their shenanigans.

Her favorite hobbies are singing and reading; she can be heard singing in the halls or found cooped up under some blankets reading for leisure or knowledge. She's interested to learn voice-based healing cultivation if such a thing exists. If not, then she's determined to make it so. She's polyamorous, bisexual, and is twenty-one years old(-ish, this can fluctuate as-needed). Feifei stands at five feet tall, is slender, but fairly athletic in build with a cherubic face underscored with mischief. Nicknames: Feifei, a-Fei. She secretly hopes for more and would simply evaporate into nothingness if the three she held closest to her heart would give her one.

#)) encyclopedia li feinnica ((

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A Merry End To Mirth

Volume 1: Fantine; Book 3: In The Year 1817; Chapter 9: A Merry End To Mirth

When the young girls were left alone, they leaned two by two on the window-sills, chatting, craning out their heads, and talking from one window to the other.

They saw the young men emerge from the Café Bombarda arm in arm. The latter turned round, made signs to them, smiled, and disappeared in that dusty Sunday throng which makes a weekly invasion into the Champs-Élysées.

“Don’t be long!” cried Fantine.

“What are they going to bring us?” said Zéphine.

“It will certainly be something pretty,” said Dahlia.

“For my part,” said Favourite, “I want it to be of gold.”

Their attention was soon distracted by the movements on the shore of the lake, which they could see through the branches of the large trees, and which diverted them greatly.

It was the hour for the departure of the mail-coaches and diligences. Nearly all the stage-coaches for the south and west passed through the Champs-Élysées. The majority followed the quay and went through the Passy Barrier. From moment to moment, some huge vehicle, painted yellow and black, heavily loaded, noisily harnessed, rendered shapeless by trunks, tarpaulins, and valises, full of heads which immediately disappeared, rushed through the crowd with all the sparks of a forge, with dust for smoke, and an air of fury, grinding the pavements, changing all the paving-stones into steels. This uproar delighted the young girls. Favourite exclaimed:—

“What a row! One would say that it was a pile of chains flying away.”

It chanced that one of these vehicles, which they could only see with difficulty through the thick elms, halted for a moment, then set out again at a gallop. This surprised Fantine.

“That’s odd!” said she. “I thought the diligence never stopped.”

Favourite shrugged her shoulders.

“This Fantine is surprising. I am coming to take a look at her out of curiosity. She is dazzled by the simplest things. Suppose a case: I am a traveller; I say to the diligence, ‘I will go on in advance; you shall pick me up on the quay as you pass.’ The diligence passes, sees me, halts, and takes me. That is done every day. You do not know life, my dear.”

In this manner a certain time elapsed. All at once Favourite made a movement, like a person who is just waking up.

“Well,” said she, “and the surprise?”

“Yes, by the way,” joined in Dahlia, “the famous surprise?”

“They are a very long time about it!” said Fantine.

As Fantine concluded this sigh, the waiter who had served them at dinner entered. He held in his hand something which resembled a letter.

“What is that?” demanded Favourite.

The waiter replied:—

“It is a paper that those gentlemen left for these ladies.”

“Why did you not bring it at once?”

“Because,” said the waiter, “the gentlemen ordered me not to deliver it to the ladies for an hour.”

Favourite snatched the paper from the waiter’s hand. It was, in fact, a letter.

“Stop!” said she; “there is no address; but this is what is written on it—”

“THIS IS THE SURPRISE.”

She tore the letter open hastily, opened it, and read [she knew how to read]:—

“OUR BELOVED:—

“You must know that we have parents. Parents—you do not know much about such things. They are called fathers and mothers by the civil code, which is puerile and honest. Now, these parents groan, these old folks implore us, these good men and these good women call us prodigal sons; they desire our return, and offer to kill calves for us. Being virtuous, we obey them. At the hour when you read this, five fiery horses will be bearing us to our papas and mammas. We are pulling up our stakes, as Bossuet says. We are going; we are gone. We flee in the arms of Laffitte and on the wings of Caillard. The Toulouse diligence tears us from the abyss, and the abyss is you, O our little beauties! We return to society, to duty, to respectability, at full trot, at the rate of three leagues an hour. It is necessary for the good of the country that we should be, like the rest of the world, prefects, fathers of families, rural police, and councillors of state. Venerate us. We are sacrificing ourselves. Mourn for us in haste, and replace us with speed. If this letter lacerates you, do the same by it. Adieu.

“For the space of nearly two years we have made you happy. We bear you no grudge for that.

“Signed:

BLACHEVELLE.

FAMUEIL.

LISTOLIER.

FÉLIX THOLOMYÈS.

“Postscriptum. The dinner is paid for.”

The four young women looked at each other.

Favourite was the first to break the silence.

“Well!” she exclaimed, “it’s a very pretty farce, all the same.”

“It is very droll,” said Zéphine.

“That must have been Blachevelle’s idea,” resumed Favourite. “It makes me in love with him. No sooner is he gone than he is loved. This is an adventure, indeed.”

“No,” said Dahlia; “it was one of Tholomyès’ ideas. That is evident.

“In that case,” retorted Favourite, “death to Blachevelle, and long live Tholomyès!”

“Long live Tholomyès!” exclaimed Dahlia and Zéphine.

And they burst out laughing.

Fantine laughed with the rest.

An hour later, when she had returned to her room, she wept. It was her first love affair, as we have said; she had given herself to this Tholomyès as to a husband, and the poor girl had a child.

#les mis #les mis letters #volume 1: fantine #book 3: in the year 1817 #chapter 9

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leopardmask-ao3 · 2 years

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Week 9 of the 10 Weeks of Celebration challenge! This week's prompt: The Future. Which was a very uncertain distance away when I wrote this, but is now significantly closer than expected, hence the early-in-the-week upload lol.

Gem and False are hunting frogs to take home. That's it, that's pretty much the fic.

Read it on ao3 or

"Whoaa."

"Well," False declared. "I think we've found the place."

"Look at the mangroves!" Gem scrambled down the hill they had crested, headed for the spreading trees. She hopped up onto one of the raised roots and gently grabbed a hanging branch, taking a close look at the long, thin leaves. "False! These are going to be so pretty!"

"Have you seen the color of the wood inside?" False asked, sliding the last few feet to meet Gem.

"Not in person yet. But I've heard, and I'm so excited."

"Just don't forget that's not the only thing we're here for," False reminded her, lowering her voice and scanning her surroundings carefully.

"Right," Gem stage-whispered back. She crouched down and leaped to another root, while False trekked directly over the thick mud. "I think we gotta get closer to the water."

"You might have had the right idea, getting up on the roots like that," False observed, wrinkling her nose at the mud piling up on the soles of her boots. "This stuff is getting heavy. It's worse than soul sand, I swear."

"Yeah! I'm smart sometimes." Gem offered a hand, which False took to pull herself up. False steadied herself against the trunk of the tree and started scraping her boots off on a root, then looked around to see Gem preparing to jump to the next tree.

Gem hopped nimbly from root to root, with False following closely behind, until Gem stopped them both with a raised hand. "Wait! I hear..."

She stood still for a moment, motionless except for her ears pinpointing the sound. Gem grinned, then silently waved False forward. False grinned back and got a lead ready.

There! Next to a patch of water, an orange frog sat, croaking every few seconds. False whirled the lead like a lasso, then threw it.

The frog tried to hop away, but the lead caught! Struggling against the rope, the frog let out a long-winded, high squeal of distress as False reeled it in. Gem picked it up gently, wincing at the sound. "Hey, hey, it's okay! You're gonna have a nice time back home, I promise. Maybe you can even have some axolotl friends!"

"I'm not sure that's a good idea, Gem," False advised. "Don't axolotls eat frogs? Or their tadpoles, at least."

"Oh." Gem held up the frog like it was a cat. "You'll get your own tank then! With another froggy friend!"

"Oh, right, we gotta get another one so we can get all the colors, don't we?" False sighed. "Maybe we could find a tadpole? Then it would at least fit in a bucket."

"Yeah! We at least need the white one," Gem reminded False. "For Pearl! Sorta."

False chuckled. "You got someone lined up to help you with that plan, or are you going to farm the magma cubes yourself?"

"I asked Impulse, of course," Gem chirped. "He thought it was pretty funny. He's even found a bastion we can use! Operation Pearlescent Froglights for Pearlescentmoon is a go!"

"As long as we get the white frog."

"As long as we get a white frog!"

The orange frog squirmed in Gem's arms, then pushed off and landed back in the mud. Gem yelped as the force of the jump knocked her backward. Her hoof slipped from the root, and the next thing she knew, she was flailing on muddy ground, struggling to get her hooves under her.

"Oh gosh," False laughed.

Gem slipped, one foot staying stuck in the mud while the rest of her fell again. "Ow. I'm not built for this, False. I really don't want to break an ankle because of a frog. Frogs are supposed to be nice."

"Hang on." False took the end of the lead she was still holding and started trying to tie it around one wrist. "Don't some worlds have hoofed creatures that live in swamps just fine?"

Gem pulled herself free with a squelching sound and tried walking, sighing in frustration when every step required her to pull her knees practically up to her chest. "I'm not a moose, False. Have you seen those things? Their legs alone are as tall as I am. I'm more of a creature of the forest."

False knelt down and held out her hand, bracing herself as Gem pulled herself back up onto the root. Gem wrinkled her nose at the mud caking her legs and back. "Gross."

"Right? Let's get that tadpole and get out of here. I'd rather swim in the swamp water with a bucket than fall in this mud again."

"Agreed."

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Bonus end scene: The frog meets the slime man.

When they got home, Gem proudly showed off the frog to a number of hermits - including Jevin. Totally not because she and False wanted to see if it would scare him, nope.

Instead, Jevin looked excited when they showed up. He jogged over to greet them and the frog - "Hey, little guy!" - and chuckled at the slightly disappointed expressions on the ladies' faces.

"Yeah, I'm a little too big for this dude, huh?" Jevin reached his hand out to pet the frog. The frog shot its tongue out, pulling Jevin's hand into its mouth and startling all three of them. But, not a second later, the frog released him, and proceeded to ignore all further approaches. Jevin patted it on the head. "See? Too big. Sorry, buddy - you'll have to get your next meal elsewhere."

#hermitcraft #my fic #10 years of hermitcraft #the Wild Update #still not sure how to properly Tumblr Tag #geminitay #falsesymmetry #iJevin #(in the bonus scene)

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softlimefluff · 2 years

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AriHan Self Ship Archive P2

(yes, there's so many I need a part 2. I like to be organized~)

SEVERED SOUL ARC

[if you want to know more about Sunnie and Dio’s relationship and the other SPW Dallas team members, I definitely recommend catching up on Sunnie’s early fics here ]

Rohan + Gio message about traveling for the holidays

Enough For Now (Sunnie announces to Dio that she’s going to visit Gio and let him know about the situation in Dallas)

Catherine and Sunnie update the Giovanna’s about what’s happening:

PART 1 PART 2

The Five Stages of Reversed Grief (Lena and Gio talk through the plans for transferring power to Catherine and realizing that Dio is alive)

Waking up, Resistance calls (putting the takeover plans into action! -- as Lena said TW: death, blood, injuries, suicide, murder, language use warning, traffic accident, misogyny. Pretty strong part, please take care of yourself and don’t read if you are not at your best: your health comes first. )

Together Sunnie and Dio go into Morgan’s stand while the events of Waking up, Resistance calls happen; AND SUNNIE D PROPOSAL after

Aftermath (LEMON - 18+ ONLY) hor-knee GioLena after the brutal takeover -- AriHan mention at the very end setting up the next conversation

Jet Black Heart (collab with Lena, the GioHan confrontation and breakup ;w; )

AriHan processing right after the phone call from Gio

Peace Offering - Ari sends chocolates to the Giovannas to help smooth things over

Way Out -- AriLena quick text trying to process what happened with Gio and Rohan

Interlude Before Catharsis - GioLena comforting each other after everything that happened in Dallas

Phantom Heart - Rohan and Ari video chat with Sunnie and finally get to meet her mysterious partner Dio (collab with @sunshine-shitposts !!)

Close Your Eyes getting our passports close to our anniversary AND baby Ellie surprising us in the best way

Rohan texts GioGio an Ellie update ;w;

We Miss You (Ari texts Giorno to start fixing things; life without the Giovanna’s is strange)

Shots "first steps on fixing things up with Rohan, even if that means pain. Future plans and new projects ahead."

Butterflies Rohan and GioGio finally have a phone conversation to patch up all the misunderstandings

I’ll Be Good Gio visiting Morioh and sitting in on Rohan's figure drawing class!

Fluff for the start of Spy x Family anime!!

(Related ^^^: Ellie and Rohan like Loid and Anya anon ; Rohan and Ellie imagine with Loid and Anya pic ; Anya's chimera plushie that we got for Ellie bb )

Ellie's 1st Birthday!!!

Dawn of Chronos (by Lena!!! Worldbuilding via Stand growth)

SPW Report on Soul Extraction via Wire Requiem

Night before SPW Tokyo presentation - AriHan soft chat

SPW Tokyo briefing - Ari laying out the purpose and inner workings of the SPW Morioh branch to the SPW Japan board

After Dark (LEMON - 18+ ONLY) celebrating Rohan's birthday with a hot trip to the love hotel~~

#for archival purposes #AriHan

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Chapter 2: Stressed

‘Can’t I make it up to you somehow?’ the annoying man asks.

‘No just stay away from me’. I respond in a snarky tone. In comparison to earlier the halls are almost empty. It’s calming in a way. There’s one group of students with an older teacher. They seem a bit younger than me. Then suddenly in the middle of the group I see Jurinji, my little brother.

‘Hello brother. Have you seen the nurse’s office by chance?’ I ask him.

He looks at me with an annoyed glance and responds with ‘I, in fact haven’t seen it. I would like to direct you to the map at the main hall. Now could you please not bother my studies?’

‘Of course. Thank you’ I say as I make my exit.

‘Jesus fucking Christ that’s your brother. Are you all robots?’

‘Excuse me?’ Jurinji stares daggers at Axel.

‘Look I’m hosting a party this evening at the Typhoon. Maybe that will get y’all to calm down and socialise a bit? Maybe get to know people? First drink is free to make up for the ball thing, Ryo.’

I pull him away from the group into the direction of the main hall. ‘If you continue talking like this, you’re going to be found in a river’.

‘Haha good one’ there’s a silence. ‘Well, the offer still stands’

‘Not interested.’ I say as I let go of his hand and walk to the map. Apparently, the nurse’s office is just around the corner of my classroom. Great. ‘My head doesn’t even hurt anymore’.

‘Oh, that’s amazing! Guess I’m not the headache you make me out to be’.

‘Shut up’ He better not tease me like this again. I exhale in frustration.

We get back to class. A few more people introduce themselves. Apparently, they forgot me though. It’s not like I need an introduction anyways. The only interesting thing is that I signed up as one of the violinists of the school Orchestra and due to that am in the music class anyways.

‘As you can see all of your classes have something in common.’ He waits for a bit but nobody responds. ‘They are all artistic’, the weirdly friendly teacher explains. ‘That’s why you’re in what we call the art branch. There’s also the science branch, the language branch and the social branch.’ Since my younger brother is in the chemistry class, he’s probably in the science branch. ‘If you compare your timetables, you’ll notice that they are the same except for a few lessons. Those are the class specific lessons. We meet here for classes like Math, History or English while classes like theatre, painting or orchestra happen all at the same time in their specific classrooms. Today I wanna learn about what you did in math class last year.’ Even though I’m sometimes questioning how the teacher got his teaching degree he tries to be relatable to the students which is a nice trait to have.

After the first three lessons it’s finally time for break. Normal students would either 1 meet up with their friends (I haven’t made any) or family (me and Jurinji don’t have the relationship to just hang out) or 2 be on their phones (mother restricts my phone access so that my phone is not accessible during school times) meaning it’s time to train playing the violin. Earlier when I checked where the nurse’s office is I also saw the way to the stage.

Arriving at the stage I feel a strange feeling of familiarity. I performed at events hosted by fathers company and on stages that would help me build a platform for future careers. The floor is very clean and the echo of me clearing my throat is louder than expected. I pull out my violin and start playing the Chaconne from Sonata No. 2 in D minor. It was one of father’s favourite pieces. At this point playing the song is almost muscle memory to me. I close my eyes and let the bow guide the music from the stage to the front seats over the balcony and back to the stage. As comes to an end it’s so calm, I could almost forget all about that stupid punk jerk.

‘Hey!’ Oh no. I look to the entrance but it’s only Chayenne and the other Ariana Grande perfume girls. ‘That was beautiful!’ the girl whose future lies in makeup admits.

‘Thank you very much’.

‘How long have you been playing the violin?’ A girl with yellow eyeshadow asks me.

‘My first ever memory was getting my first violin so almost my entire life’.

‘That’s so cool! Was Swan into music early on as well?’ the same girl asks. That question just sent a shiver through my spine.

‘Shut the fuck up Christina’, Chayenne says, ‘I’m so sorry about her.’

‘I don’t plan on answering any questions about my older brother any time soon. You must excuse me as I’ll be taking my leave now’ I express as I’m packing up my instrument and storming off.

When I exit the stage, I see Axel adjusting his position to lean against the door frame. ‘Hey’ he says as I try to walk past him. He pulls my sleeve ‘Why are you so cold to me? I apologized.’

‘Why are you so obsessed with me? And no, you didn’t apologize.’

‘I said I’m offering you the first drink for free’.

‘So? My family is rich, and I don’t even drink.’

‘Oh yeah… Uhh I’m sorry’.

‘Whatever.’ I storm off yet again. Is this how school will be for the rest of the year? Every positive thing that happened was followed up by a bad experience.

I go back into the classroom and the only person present is Emma Singer.

‘Hi Ryoma’.

‘Hello, Emma’ I sit down and pull out my notebook to review the classes of today.

‘You seem stressed’.

‘I apologize’ I had enough social interactions for today. The thing I want to do right now is go back home, sleep and pray that I never wake up.

‘No need for apologies.’ She puts on Chapstick. ‘That Axwell guy is such a brute, right?’

‘I think his name is Axel, but yes. He sure is… a lot’.

‘Oh right… Also, maybe you wanna stay away from that Chayenne chick.’ I give her a concerned look ‘no it’s not like I’m racist. We know each other and, as you can see, we don’t really talk’. She adjusts her way too big Gucci Glasses.

‘I see’ I honestly don’t really care. She probably wants to tell me her entire life story and then pinpoint her out as the villain or something. But the bell rings to interrupt her and students are storming into the class. I don’t have Orchestra today which makes me kind of sad. I really want to know what that will be like. The girl with the yellow eyeshadow who I earlier learned is called Christina, comes over to me.

‘Sorry about earlier by the way. I didn’t want to mention… him.’ I look behind her and the girl with green eyeshadow is pointing her phone camera in my direction under the table. ‘What happened anyways?’

I smile ‘I must apologize but I can’t give you that information. I think class is starting. You maybe want to get back to your desk’.

‘Oh yeah… umm totally’ she goes back. The stinging smell or Ariana in my nose.

Later in the last lesson for today we get to vote the class presidents.

‘So, we need two representatives.’ Mr. Parker explains. ‘Due to the odd situation, we are in I’d like for them to be one student of the main building and one student of the second building.’

Signing myself up as an option might be a good move to boost my reputation. ‘I’d like to sign up as an option’. A few students do the same. Axel and Chayenne both run for the position as well. But they won’t be competition to me, since I’d be in the main house. And we are doing a vote per house. Emma doesn’t even try. She probably noticed she doesn’t have the best reputation and wanted to spare herself the embarrassment. Me and some other male student from the painting class are the top candidates. But of course, I come out on top. I feel like both Chayenne and Axel wouldn’t be good partners for me. But if any of them win I’d want it to be Chayenne. It all comes down to the last vote and as the air thickens the last vote goes to...

Chayenne. I let out a sigh of relieve.

‘Congratulations to Ryoma and Chayenne!’ Our teacher exclaims.

‘Speech! Speech! Speech!’ the students shout. I’m not really too good at speeches so I let the other one go first.

‘Thank you very much! I’m glad to be your class rep 2 years in a row! And with this handsome fella next to me this school year is gonna be in good hands’. That was an okay speech. I didn’t know she already used to be class rep. I’m guessing it was her and Axel. However the handsome part could've been cut.

‘I’d like to thank you for the vo-‘ I start my speech as I get cut off.

‘Oh, sorry wait it looks like the vote was rigged. There were more votes than people.’

What. ‘Ryoma you’re fine’ (thank God) ‘but it looks like Chayennes group put in more votes.’

‘WHAT? Why do you think it was us?’ The makeup-enthusiast shouts.

‘There are six votes written in glitter pen. You three are the only ones using glitter

pens.’

‘Oh.’

‘That means that the title of class rep officially goes to Axel!’ What???

My apparently fellow class president goes up to give a speech. He stands next to me and ruffles my hair. ‘Looks like we did it Fuzzball’.

‘Don’t fucking touch my hair.’ My hair is the most well-kept part of my body. Even though I keep it in a bun it goes down below my shoulder blades. ‘I don’t want to be your partner as a class representative, your friend or your “Fuzzball”. Please get away from me!’ I snap.

‘Holy shit’ I look away from Axels startled expression and see the girl with green eyeshadow holding her phone as she seems to be filming me. Fuck.

The bell rings to break the tension. ‘Well see you tomorrow, class. Bye’, Mr. Parker

says as he leaves the classroom. I pack my things as I pray that the girl forgot to hit record or something.

Since my school day is over my phone works again too. Next to the usual Instagram DMs I have one unread message. “Hello, Mr. Felch. Your mother has an emergency meeting with the police. Due to the situation, I can’t pick you and your brother up from school until an unknown point in time. I apologize for the inconvenience’ Great. I’m not surprised by the police thing because of the whole thing with my dad.

‘Do you want me to drive you home with my bike?’ I jump. Of course, it’s Axel. Did he just look at my phone? Well, it’s not like I expected manners.

‘What part of get away from me did you not understand?’ He appears everywhere like a ghost or the Gorilla from the Gorilla glue ads.

‘Listen, I behaved like an ass’.

‘True’

‘But I wanna make it up to you somehow. I can drive you and your brother if you want to’. Bike? I’d die if I got onto something like that. And what if someone sees me…

‘The only way you can make it up to me is by making sure that girl doesn’t post the video of me… you know’.

‘Shouting at me? Yeah. I’ll make sure Tracy doesn’t post it.’ So, the group is made of three girls called Chayenne, Tracy and Christina. With the whole red, green and yellow thing they kind of remind me of “Heathers”. I watched the musical with mother and Swan. It honestly kind of scared me of school.

‘Thank you very much.’

‘Are you sure you wanna walk home though? Maybe take the public bus?’ I think I’d die.

‘Not really…’ I say as I walk out the door with the punk. ‘Riding on your motorcycle together with my brother sounds like more of a death sentence, I believe’.

‘C’mon I’m a good driver! I only sometimes get into accidents’ I look at him with big eyes. ‘Just kidding of course’ I’m not so sure about that.

I see my brother in the crowd of people ‘Hello Jurinji. Did you receive the message too?’

‘Hello Ryoma. Yes, I did. Isn’t that the guy who called me a robot? Why do you hang out with a person so far beneath us?’

‘Hey! I’m your ride today. Your motorcycle awaits’ Axel mentions.

‘Excuse me, what? He must be joking.’

‘Well, he offered it’ I explain.

‘I would do anything rather than sit on the bike of a lowlife scum like you’ My brother snarks.

‘Even walk?” The man with dyed hair refutes.

‘Where did you park?’

#oc stuff #oc story #OC #story #Book #Original story #goldenmirroraffair #GMA

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isotherealone · 1 year

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The 7 things I did to become a model (and you can do too)

Even if I'm petite, late or too big.

Ever since I can utter the first words out of my mouth I always wanted to do artistic and/or fashionable things. I would sit on the couch in front of the TV and watch in awe the Beauty Pageant Shows as Osmel Sousa was qualifying the models, who would win the Pageant and go on to participate and win the Miss Universe competitions.

As a little child I thought I one day will grow tall enough to take the stage and be there myself, it was clear to me: "I want to be pretty and popular in whatever stage I find myself on". However, once I grew up I just never thought about the dreams I had when I was younger. In my mind, I was not good enough for the things I thought about doing back then: I turned out just too small for most modeling agencies to even look my way.

2020 was the year in which I finally woke up from my slumber and said: "I am enough to do, just exactly whatever I want to do." (Or at least, most of it in a certain way)

How did I do it?

I started researching what types of modeling are there, which types suit me, what would I feel comfortable doing? There are several different branches I could go for where it is not required that I am tall or extremely skinny. These categories include but are not limited to: Commercial, product modeling, swimsuit or lingerie. And as I am not nearly 5'9", fashion modeling is not something I could go for (but it is of course in the modeling category) Important thing #1: Make sure to choose something you're comfortably doing.

I signed up to several different photographer/model networks to start creating my portfolio. It was the cheapest, fastest way to acquire a big amount of photos that would serve to show to other possible interested photographers. Important thing #2: Always, ALWAYS, always photoshoot with a contract! Only do shootings on the category you've chosen for yourself (don't do photoshoots you are not interested in/not comfortable with: it's a waste of time and the pictures probably won't even come out nicely if you are not feeling comfortable)

I made my digitals: Simple, clean, white background photos of me in full body, profile and portrait to add to my sedcard (blue jeans, black shirt/alternatively for swimsuit or lingerie modeling I wore a bikini, I did my hair back and wore minimal make-up) It is important to do this to let possible interested photographers or agencies know what you actually look like. Important thing #3: Update your digitals on a regular base, you are supposed to show what you look like currently (not 5 years ago)

I posted half of my portfolio in several different social media accounts on a regular base to increase my reach to not only photographers but also agencies and the general public.

Because I had researched several different agencies but did not find a suitable one for me; after having done 15 or more TFP (Trade for print) photoshoots and gathering some modeling experience I started charging independently by the hour.

Patience is a great virtue. In the end, I didn't apply for any modeling agency, but because of my consistent work I started getting offers from smaller/newer agencies that don't have a height requirement. In this matter, I've had to be very careful of what offers were coming to my table. Important thing #4: You shouldn't have to pay anything to a reputable modeling agency, instead they will be taking a percentage of your earnings. Research what percentage do agencies in your country of residency take on average, make sure the agency you're signing up for is professional, and that it has your best interests in mind.

I signed with an agency that caters to my needs and the categories I want to model in. Last but not least important thing: Do the things that make you happy. Links to start connecting with other photographers/models:

In EU:

#art #modeling #fashion #fashion photography #photography #blog post

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loopy777 · 2 years

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Kind of weird question, but in the very, very early planning stages of Ocarina of Time, it was planned to have a romance feature with the various female characters of the game.

This was scrapped for several reasons, not least of which being that it would make romancing Zelda kinda awkward given you the whole sheik subplot.

But assuming that it had been kept, do you think that the original plan was for there to be unique endings for each romance?

To split the timeline, not into two, but one for every single ending? Do you think doing so would even have been a good idea?

Ah, Zelda Timelines. I think that's my first real experience with Fandom Disappointment, where I started with fervent and enthusiastic faith in the creative team ("Of course they know what's going on with the timeline of their own games!") and it very slowly sunk in that the fans are actually the only ones who care and the creatives are just doing whatever ("There are three timelines, including one that's the plain no-story Game Over screen from OoT. The games are randomly scattered across them.") I'll always consider the release of the Hyrule Historia to be formative to my Zelda fandom.

Despite my long experience with Zelda games, though, I'm pretty surprised with this tidbit.

If I'd heard it before, I must have forgotten, but I do find it believable. There's a suspicious number of cute girls in OoT, and all of them have a moment where it seems like there could be a something-something with Link. And OoT was a very transformational game for the franchise, codifying a lot about what all the subsequent games would do and be, so while a romance option seems like something completely out of character for the series now, OoT offered a brief window where all kinds of ideas were probably considered.

That said, I can absolutely see why it didn't get off the drawing board. The Zelda series is so allergic to confirming anything about its endings (it turned out there is even an official timeline branch where Link failed to defeat Ganon in OoT and it's not just an excuse for a Bad Future Apocalyptic Setting!) that I can't imagine there would be an appetite to let players pick their romantic interest. It just goes against the not-quite-a-sandbox design philosophy that went into the N64-GCN-Wii Era of the franchise, where you can name the main character whatever you want and do anything that strikes your fancy in an open world but also you can't make a single meaningful choice. I can't help but wonder if that's an artistic choice, trying to strike a balance between the fogginess of detail and the established story beats of real legends, or just a way to make building the game easier while offering a fun illusion of freedom.

So no, I doubt there would have been different endings based on romantic choices or multiple official timelines. They probably would have played it in official material that Link's romantic choices are lost to legend and debated, and at best the games themselves might offer a little extra moment in the ending montages that reflect which girl was picked. Story has never been the priority of the Zelda franchise, and I suspect that the multiple timelines are only a thing that was created after the fact to reconcile choices made for other reasons in the games.

(Yes, I know the ending of OoT basically shows two timelines. I'm not confident that was the actual intention, though. The lack of any context in Majora's Mask and the use of a parallel world filled with completely new characters who only look like the OoT cast makes me suspect no one wanted to think about it.)

As for my own thoughts, I normally am apathetic to romance mechanics at best and outright hostile to them at worst. The modern Fire Emblem games reside in an "annoying but not annoying enough to ignore or stop playing over" safe zone with it. Too often, they feel like a way to pander to people who watch way too much anime.

I mean, most 'romance' mechanics in games are pretty terrible, right? Gift-giving is the most common way of doing it that actually engages the player, but that's just another kind of item-hunt and is a terrible presentation of romance. I think the early Harvest Moon games had the option to attend certain events with the Romancables to build up relationship points, which is a nice mimicry of dating, but kind of boring in terms of gameplay. Games with dialogue mechanics allow you to earn 'likes' by responding in a way the various Romancables like, but I personally have never been able to get into that kind of roleplaying, instead defaulting to whatever I think the conversational partner wants to hear. In Fire Emblem these days, gift-giving is combined with the dialogue thing, so those developers obviously think that making your girlfriend unhappy can be easily fixed by giving her an owl feather.

But while Wind Waker played with dialogue options in a very superficial way that was mostly for laughs, the Zelda series has eschewed giving Link anything like a discernible personality or speaking voice. I doubt there was ever much of a desire to even offer a variety of different dialogue options, so I have to wonder what the romance mechanics would have looked like. Gift-giving? Item hunts have long factored into the franchise, but usually as part of a Trading Game that whose main appeal is figuring out the next contact like a mystery. Going on a date to the windmill in Kakariko Village? A 'date' sequence was incorporated into one of the Oracle games for the Game Boy Color, but that was just a one-off played for laughs and wasn't even with a character meant to be considered a viable romance. (And those games were made by Capcom, anyway.) So it feels like Zelda Romancables would just be watered-down version of mechanics that already exist in the games.

Or would something new have been made back then, something that would have been more in line with typical Zelda gameplay and better than the romance mechanics we have nowadays?

Perhaps it would have been more puzzle-like than just saying the right things to dialogue prompts. Another option is to offer mutually-exclusive sidequests, similar to the various mask-acquiring sidequests in Majora's Mask, that would culminate in a romantic relationship. Or maybe the developers would have come up with something I can't imagine. I wonder if they would have committed to something like each romance rewarding you with an exclusive item, so there's no way for players to get 100% without playing multiple times?

So I'd have been interested in seeing what that team came up with, since they so successfully brought Zelda into 3D. But ultimately I don't think we really lost out on much.

Also OoT Link totally married Malon kthnxbai.

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Bring Back, the comeback of reusable glass packaging

The first Belgian washing centre for reusable food packaging has just opened in Herstal. Bring Back wants to reduce the ecological impact of glass containers and create local jobs.

It was two years ago, during a backpacking trip to discover Laos and Cambodia made with his partner that Laurent Halmes took his "ecological slap". "I was very marked by the omnipresence of rubbish, he says. It was really everywhere because there is no infrastructure to collect and sort waste in these countries."

The story could have remained at the stage of bad holiday memories, but, back in Belgium, the question bothered him: what could be done to better manage packaging waste? The young management engineer then immersed himself in the life cycle studies of the various materials and came out with one certainty: if plastic cannot be completely replaced in packaging, reusable glass containers are a particularly judicious alternative in many scenarios.

Wash and reuse rather than throw away to recycle

Washing and reusing glass bottles and jars is five times more environmentally friendly than using recycled glass, he says. "Today, when you place a bottle or jar in a collection bubble, it ends up in a preparation centre. The glass is then crushed before being sent to a glass factory where it will be remelted to produce a new jar or a new bottle. It is an extremely energy-intensive and therefore extremely polluting process because the glass has to be heated to 1,500°C to obtain the new raw material. In addition, these containers are money that leaves our country because, in Belgium, there is no longer a glassmaker who manufactures standard bottles or jars of this type, so everything goes abroad."

On the other hand, the process of washing these containers to allow their reuse, as do producers of beers or sodas (AB Inbev, Coca Cola, etc.) for their own account, only requires a temperature of 80°C. during three minutes. "In terms of carbon footprint, this makes a big difference", insists Laurent Halmes, again citing the work of the French Environment Agency (Ademe)[1] according to which the cleaning-reuse option saves 79% of CO2 compared to the use of recycled glass, provided that these operations take place within a radius of 200 to 300 km from the washing site.

So why isn't the formula more successful with us? "Firstly because the majority of producers are not aware of the difference in ecological impact between the two solutions", replies our interlocutor, who has surveyed several players on this subject. Then because "the job of a food producer is first and foremost to produce good things". Using reusable glass containers requires managing heavy logistics and "we need the means to buy the machines and hire competent staff, space to manage storage and cleaning operations... Large companies have these capacities but SMEs don’t. For the latter, it is complicated to have access to this type of solution."

Forging the missing link

Based upon this strong analysis and relying on examples developed by our German and French neighbours, Laurent Halmes is convinced of the interest of creating a structure capable of offering this service also to Belgian producers in order to relieve them of these unacceptable operations.

To embark on the adventure, he was able to count on the financial support of Groupe Terre via its Tri-Terre[2] branch, with which he was put in contact through the Liège Food Belt. A cooperative with a social purpose, Tri-Terre specializes in the recovery of paper and cardboard of household and industrial origin, which are used in particular to manufacture ingenious acoustic insulation panels, while working for the socio-professional integration of people. weakened.

After a trial period of several months, the Bring Back[3] project was officially launched on June 7 2022. A first industrial bottle washer bought second-hand is installed in one of the Terre Group buildings – located in the Haut-Sarts zoning in Herstal – and will soon be joined by additional equipment to expand the range of containers taken in charge. "At the moment we can wash bottles and jars with a diameter of up to 9 cm, i.e. a capacity ranging from 50 ml to a litre, but the idea is to go as far as possible to replace as much disposable packaging as possible with reusable containers", comments the young entrepreneur.

Ten million food containers per year

The ambition is that, within two to three years, this first Belgian washing centre processes ten million food containers annually, with the key to ten jobs, adds the director of Tri-Terre William Wauters. The cooperative, which is responsible for managing these facilities, will invest a total of around 300,000 euros.

Backed by these, Bring Back is responsible for coordinating all the logistics, in partnership with local transport companies, consisting of recovering used containers and ensuring their replacement with duly cleaned ones. Five additional jobs should thus be created. "We offer two types of services. On the one hand, a custom wash for companies that have their own bottles, racks and waste collection system. When they have collected twenty-six pallets, enough to fill a truck, we send a vehicle that will remove them and provide clean bottles and racks instead. On the other hand, a "turnkey" service where we provide "neutral" containers and racks to the customer, that have not displaying a product brand on their recipients. In this case, we organise all the collection logistics through partnerships with wholesalers, who anyway pass by these stores to deliver them." At least one full pallet will be required to benefit from this service. The rates charged will be competitive with that of disposable glass containers, further comments Mr. Halmes.

Bring Back is aimed at producers established within a radius of 200 km around its site. Enough to cover Belgium, Luxembourg, a good part of the Netherlands and the north of France.

"We chose to embark on this magnificent adventure because it is part of our concern to create stable jobs for people with difficult access to the labour market and to preserve the environment", underlines William Wauters who now judges the project mature enough to become a real economic activity within Groupe Terre. The latter views the outlook with optimism, pointing out that the economic model was developed before the conflict in Ukraine. However, this country, like Russia, was a major supplier of these disposable glass containers in Europe. And the producers who use them now find themselves confronted with a shortage, further aggravated by the rise in the price of gas that has caused the explosion of cost of glass products. An additional strong argument in favour of the wash and reuse option.

Source

Gilles Toussaint : Avec Bring Back, le come-back de l’emballage en verre réutilisable, in : La Libre Belgique, 13-06-2022, https://www.lalibre.be/planete/inspire/2022/06/13/avec-bring-back-le-come-back-de-lemballage-en-verre-reutilisable-F3E4CONZ2BDZZHXZRFZCPZLQDE/

[1] ADEME is a public agency under the joint authority of the Ministry for an Ecological Transition and the Ministry for Higher Education, Research and Innovation.

[2] Ensures the recovery of paper and cardboard of household and industrial origin. Is approved as a social integration enterprise by the Walloon Region. Is a company of the Group Terre. https://www.triterre.be/

[3] https://www.bringback.be/

#circular economy #reusable glass containers

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cynettic · 3 years

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What about play hide and seek with Diluc, Childe, Kaeya and Zhongli with small s/o? Maybe fluffy

Summary - Playing hide and seek with Genshin characters, with the advantage of being short.

Pairings - Reader x Zhongli / Diluc / Kaeya / Childe

Warnings - None? Unless you’re still at that stage where you think kissing is gross :(

Penpal - I enjoyed this so much!!! Thank you for requesting, I hope you enjoyed it :)

A/N - I used to be a pro at hide and seek- but that’s probably cause I was a tiny thing as a child. I can’t fit into half the things I used to fit into lol. And bro- why does my autocorrect keep changing ‘crunchy’ into ‘crunchyroll.’ Like that doesn’t even make sense- it feels like it’s making fun of me :(

Hide and Seek with a Small S/O

Diluc

When you first mentioned it he didn’t hide his confusion.

The idea of playing a game he would play when he was younger made no sense to him, not until you revealed that you just wanted to drag him out of his desk and get him to do something else. ‘Anything’ else. Diluc was known for overworking and you swore that if he continued at this rate, you’d start to see grey hair.

“Grey hair?” He’d asked one time, hand reaching to tousle his red locks. “I wasn’t aware that working caused such side effects…” he flashed you a suspicious look, not entirely convinced. “Unless this just another one of your ploys to get me out of my office…?”

“Bingo,” you replied back with a smile, tugging at his arm. “Now cmon, come play hide and seek with me.”

And who was he to say no to his adorable s/o?

So he takes you by the arm, following along as you drag him to the centre of the manor. No one except the two of you are in the residence, maids gone for vacation, Elzer having head to Monstadt to help with the deliveries.

You tell him to count to 30.

When he covers his eyes with both hands and begins the countdown, you scurry upstairs, knowing fully well that he can hear the stairs cream underneath you. But that won’t matter.

Being small as you are, you can fit into tiny places without too much effort. So you find the bathroom cabinet, opening the doors and crawling inside. Towels and hygiene products accompany you in the darkness, and you press your knees to your chest.

You can hear Diluc slowly get up the stairs.

Actually, you can hear the soft thump of his footsteps wherever he goes. His room, your room, just until he opens the bathroom door.

You’re especially quiet as he opens the shower curtains, peeking in the tub and giving the room a quick look over. Shallow breaths as he slowly walks back to the door.

But just before he leaves the washroom, he pauses, your breaths the only audible thing as he stops. You know immediately that he found you when his footsteps walked back into the washroom, stopping right at the sink cabinets.

Oh well, he isn’t the darknight hero for nothing.

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“Y/n?”

The cabinets door open slowly, the sudden light blinding you for a moment before you could focus back on the redhead in front of you. He’s crouched down, height still giving him a good head above the sink anyway. He lowers his figure to fully face you, chuckle slipping out of his lips at the sight of you huddled against the cramped area.

Without speaking, he instead reaches his hand to tug you out of the darkness of the cabinet. Hand against the small of your back as he pushes you towards him, till you were pressed against his chest. You bury your face into his shoulder, huffing in disappointment.

“What gave it away? I was being so quiet too…”

He rubbed his thumb across the skin of your back, slowly standing up with you in one hand. “I believe I’m a much greater listener than you give me credit for.” When he stands you up on both feet, you rub your eyes, still adjusting to the light.

“Alright,” you put both hands on the sink behind you, leaning back. “Your turn then? I’ll give you thirty seconds from up here, that should be enough.”

Raising an eyebrow, he quickly shakes his head. “I’m afraid my height would give me away in a matter of seconds love.” You open your mouth to disagree, there were plenty more spots- “But I won’t be heading back to work either, I do believe my rest is long due.” He laces your hand in his, soft sigh as he encases your small palm against his. It was comforting to be able to slide his fingers into yours, small enough to make him want to shield your body from everything all together. Keep you protected in his arms as your hands clenched the fabric of his jacket. “What do you say about resting bed then, together?”

———

Kaeya

A tad confused like Diluc at the start, but less stubborn when you insist on playing it with him.

He too works a lot, and if not buried in paperwork, he’s off doing missions outside or providing help to Monstadt residents. And when he’s off work, he wants to he’s still the tavern and drink till he drops, a habit he’s put to a stop for you, but still does on the certain occasion.

So when you ask, he can’t really say no. Besides, the idea does sound fun to a degree, why not give it a go?

“Make sure to find a good spot,” he whispers into your ear as the two of you walk along the bridge. “I’m afraid I’m a terribly good seeker, you don’t want the round to end too quickly do you?”

“Don’t get too cocky,” you hummed back with a grin. “You’ll end up eating your words.”

On a side note, you scare Timmie’s pigeons away and he yells at you.

You both walk to the Whispering Woods, a suggestion made by you. Settling at the start of the trail, you tell Kaeya to give you about a minute at the very least.

“And count slow,” you clarify with accusatory eyes. “No cheating.”

With a smirk, he begins to count, facing the other way as you scurry into the forest. Being as small as you are, you could easily creep into a log or bush, or climb a tree if you really wanted. So you settled with a tree, finding the highest one with the most branches and leaves to keep you cover.

It didn’t take you long to get up.

Clawing your way while using the branches as leverage, eventually hoisted your body up into one of the tallest branches. It was only then that you let yourself relax, looking down in search of Kaeya if he’d begun searching.

He checked ‘everywhere.’

Extremely detail oriented, he knew you were small enough to hide yourself in the smallest crevices. So he looked and looked, and you could only watch from your high position in the tree, giggling at his slight frustration.

It was only when he leaned against the tree that you knew he’d found you, peering up to give you a small smile.

“Oh~? And how’d you get yourself up there-?”

———

“I know how to climb a tree,” you stated back, rolling your eyes. “Took you so long too, thought I was gonna fall asleep.”

At his pout, you began to climb down. Branches scratching your arms as you made sure you were secure with every step you took. Nothing painful, but tedious when you were being so careful not to slip and fall.

“The woods have lots of hiding spots,” Kaeya defensively stated back, eyes tracking your movements. “Do you expect me to have checked all the trees in a matter of seconds…?”

You snickered, “Yeah. You kinda are the cavalry captain yknow.” A joke of course, Kaeya was already comfortable enough around you to reveal his insecurities and let you past his confident demeanour. He knew you didn’t expect anything from him, especially not as his title in the Favonius Knights.

But before he could retort back, your leg skimmed past one of the branches, hand grip not firm enough to keep you from falling. You were airborne for a moment before your arm hit one of the branches, pushing it away from your head as you were sent tumbling to the ground.

Kaeya cursed before quickly catching you from his position under the tree, hands catching your waist and easily pulling you to his chest bridal style. Your small figure pressed up against him, head on his shoulder as you blinked past the shock.

“Ouch.”

Letting out a relieved sigh, he gently set you down to the ground, crouching to scan your form. There were various scratches, none of them bleeding along the line of your shoulder.

His big hands still held you by the shoulders, eyes trailing along the bruise on your arm from the fall. He frowned, not hiding his disdain at the newfound injury. Gently, he cradled your arm in both his hands, brushing his thumb across the red splotch that would no doubt fade into an ugly purple and blue.

“It’s fine,” you reassured to his pensive eyes. “It’s a bruise, my fault for slipping anyways.”

He seemed unconvinced, but helped pull you up when knowing he couldn’t do anything. Not here. “Alright then, let’s get you back, Barbara will be able to patch it up in no time.” You nodded, walking alongside him down the trail. “Do you need me to carry you?”

“Ha- as if. If anyone needs to be carried, it’s you and your pride. I still can’t believe you took that long to find me.”

“My- and who said my pride took a hit from that?” But he played along with your jest, keeping one hand securely around your shoulder. “My my, such a caring individual you are. I might just take you up on that offer to carry me then.”

———

Childe

Bro- this guy would’ve been the one to ask ‘you.’

He probably got the idea on one of Teucer’s visits, persuading you and him to join the younger boy in a game of hide and seek. And even if it had taken the younger boy quite a bit to find both you and Childe hidden in the closet piled with clothes, it had entertained you all.

So it doesn’t come unexpected that he tugs you by the arm, gesturing to the crisp cool air of Liyue, tall imposing buildings lightened by the street lamps.

“Oh cmon Y/n, one game?”

He’d just gotten back from work, and you who’d finished your work much earlier had been waiting around for him to get back. Settling on a night walk, you weren’t surprised he proposed the idea.

“Hm? Fine, but you’re the seeker.” Your gaze slid along the buildings, small crevices and alleyways just waiting for you to sneak in. The night air coupled along with the dead silence gave you a thrill, you might actually enjoy this.

“Fine by me! I’m giving you thirty seconds.”

Scoffing, you push your shoulder against his arm. “No way, you’re give me more than that. I’m finding a good spot and I sure need more than thirty seconds in the ‘entirety’ of Liyue Port to find somewhere.”

He had no choice but to nod along, a smile forming at the idea. “I’m going to find you anyway, but sure, go and have your try at it. Let’s see how long it takes me.”

You take up the challenge, running quickly through the streets of Liyue as you attempt to find a place.

Being small, and having so many options to hide, you figured you should find someplace Childe ‘couldn’t’ get into.

Just to see the look on his face-

Luckily for you, there’s a little stretch right between buildings with a tiny cramped up space. It’s too small to call it an alleyway, but once inside it stretches up a tad bit more.

Maybe you’re claustrophobic, maybe you’re not, but you settle on going in there just for the sole purpose of mocking Childe.

By the time you’ve fully crept inside, you could only guess that he’d stopped counting. It took a while, but eventually you heard the soft sound of footsteps against gravel, crunching the rocks on its path.

When he made it to the alleyway, he peeked into the darkness, greeting you with a smirk.

“Found you.”

———

You found yourself smiling back sweetly at him, tilting your head to the side when you said, “Ah, well you do have to tag the hider you know. That’s how we played it with Teucer~” you put your hands up innocently, watching his eyes furrow in confusion. “Oh come on, you found me, tagging me should be the easy part.”

So Childe of course tried to squeeze in the little crevice, grunting when he couldn’t fit in at all. A scornful look of frustration crept onto his face as he tried and tried again to at least get his reach to you-

“I’m enjoying the view, but hurry it up would you? You told me you’d win in no time.”

He only grew more visibly frustrated at your comment, pulling out to try new tactics. He found he couldn’t reach you by hand, and when he used one of his water swords to try to drag you to him, you kicked it away.

“You’ll scratch me!”

“I’ll be careful I swear-“

Nevertheless, Childe soon grew discouraged after nothing worked. He contemplated teleporting in there with his hydro vision… but he didn’t want to know what would get squashed if he took the chance.

He summoned his water swords again, swinging them around in his hand menacingly as he stared down. “Well,” he drawled, watching it be your turn to give him a confusing stare. “If I can’t reach you by hand, guess I’ll just have to cut my way through.”

“Huh?! But these are buildings, you can’t just-“

“Oh yes I can. I most certainly can, and believe me when I say I ‘will.’” He paused to flash you a grin, teeth gleaming against the streetlights in contrast to the dark. He stared at you as if you were prey, sending a shiver up your spine as he assumed the role of predator. “Unless you get out.”

You really had no choice, not when it came to either that or destroying buildings for your sake. And even if he was joking, which you were sure he was, you didn’t want to risk it.

“Ugh, fine you cheater.”

“Who said threats weren’t allowed?”

You only stuck your tongue out at him, getting out of the little crevice. What you didn’t expect was for him to pick you up straight after, swinging you in his arms like you would a baby. He pressed a sly kiss to your cheek, content with the way you swung your legs to break free.

When he didn’t give in to your struggles, you simply laid back, groaning. “Archons… so persistent.”

He just pressed a kiss to your lips, carrying you all the way back home and successfully shutting you up.

————

Zhongli

He can join Diluc and Kaeya in the confusion. But 10x worse.

First of all, despite having lived for so long, he’s probably never even heard of it. Would grasp the concept quick, but he’s never heard it called as ‘Hide n Seek.’

But alas, if you want to play it, consider him in. He’s willing as long as it doesn’t endanger you in any way. And honestly? He could use a little fun and games once in a while, especially with you <3

Give him a rundown of the game a few times and you’re set. As per location wise, please do it at the Funeral Parlour.

And even if Hu Tao is there, she’d probably join in :)

On the occasion that she wasn’t, and you were leaning over Zhongli’s desk and staring down at the paperwork he was filling, it won’t be too hard to convince him.

“Please? It’s a small break from your work, I’ll even help you with it after!”

Zhongli scrutinized your face, quill in his hand on hold as he stayed pensive. “I… suppose.” He settled, looking around the room. “But are you sure you’ll be able to find such a spot here? It’s a rather small area.”

You only grinned back, “Trust me.”

And he did, closing his eyes and counting out loud like you asked him to. You trusted him not to cheat, hence why you kept the countdown at 30 seconds, and didn’t force his hands on his eyes.

And well… you were small, which really only meant one thing.

Closet.

But it wasn’t your typical grand closet. No, it was filled with cabinets and little slots for paper and such. Which meant that you could fit in one of the bottom cabinets of you laid down. So being careful with the closet door so that it wasn’t audible to his ears, you laid down into the darkness, closing it up.

Waiting for Zhongli to finish counting, you slowed your breathing, waiting. He walked around the room aimlessly, and it wasn’t too long till he opened the closet doors.

You again were on the bottom shelf of a walk in closet, so he would have to kneel down to even see you.

But he did something you didn’t expect.

The closet doors shut, leaving you both in darkness.

———

The wood planks brushed up against your back, scratching your shirt as you stayed utterly motionless in an act to conceal your location. But in the darkness, you couldn’t see anything and were completely at the disadvantage.

You heard the floor creak beneath you, flinching when it came closer to your spot. You froze, hoping that it was just a coincidence and that he would step out of the closet soon after.

But instead you were greeted by the sensation of lips against your own.

Mind going completely and utterly blank, it took you a second to realize that Zhongli had knelt down to press a quick kiss to your lips. He hadn’t even tried to scare you or tap you to get the deed done. Instead he had taken his careful time to fluster you.

“Zhongli,” You breathed, slowly bringing the rest of your body out of the tiny space. “How- what…”

You couldn’t see him in the darkness, only feel the sensation of his hand glide across your neck to tousle your hair affectionately. He pulled you to another kiss to stop your voice, cupping your small body into his arms and pressing you against him.

“How could I resist?” He simply answered into your ear, a low growl that tremored through your body. “Hu Tao is gone, and I haven’t gotten to kiss you in forever.”

“You could’ve just asked you dolt…”

But you pressed in against him for another kiss anyways, smiling at the way his hands came to cradle your back. How he had to lean down to press his lips against yours, position almost predatory against your body.

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— their wedding day with you.

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- you and your fiancé, katsuki, were arguing over the venue and the theme of the wedding. he wanted it to be a simple ceremony. perhaps taking place at just a regular event place- whilst you wanted the venue to be at a beach.

- it was a dream you had always wanted while innocently planning your wedding as a kid. so why not make it a reality?

- The two of you peacefully decided on it over rock paper scissors. You won so… the beach wedding it is.

- (Katsuki actually loved the idea of the beach wedding as much as you did. He just didn’t want to admit it.)

- coral blue and oceana palettes, luscious palm trees swaying with the wind coming from the sea, the calming sound and view of the ocean, coral and shell designs hung everywhere, tables and chairs with little boho and aquatic inspired designs.

- mitsuki bakugo insisted on making your wedding dress. you were overjoyed and deeply touched by her sweet gesture. As she wants the best for her beautiful and loving daughter in law after all.

- The dress was one of the most angelic and heavenly gowns you have ever seen in your entire life. a long graphic lace gown with an open back and the edges of your white dress had frills like that of a mermaid tail. you wore a shell bracelet, to match with katsuki’s.

- kirishima and kaminari jokingly dared bakugo to wear a tuxedo heavily inspired by the dc superhero, aquaman to keep the beach theme going. of course, katsuki ignored their suggestions and little jokes, opting for something of his usual style. his suit partially unbuttoned, tan rolled up-pants and matching shell bracelets with you.

- as you walk down the aisle, katsuki could not think of anything but the bursting feeling inside of him saying that this was it. this serendipitous event was going to signify the start of his life... his life with you.

- your beauty and radiance was like that of a mermaid, your (h/c) hair flowing with the wind and the ocean was there as if practically glowing for you. whereas he felt like a mere pirate who could do nothing but watch you from afar as he sailed the shores.

- yet here you are, about to approach him, to finally begin this momentous event.

- the gentle mermaid fell in love with the aggressive pirate. how sweet.

- you insisted on playing songs from the little mermaid during your walk down the aisle and during the reception, sadly, katsuki disapproved of both. with a little convincing and a dozen of cute pouty faces later, he agreed to have someone play a romantic song. just one.

- the two of you decided on someone performing a beautiful rendition of “can’t take my eyes off of you”

- bakugo was about to cry while reciting his vows. Almost. He was totally going to shed some tears after the wedding ceremony, for only you to see, and before the two of you make your appearance at the reception.

- the wedding and the reception ends wonderfully as fireworks began to pop in the sky, colorful swirls as if they were coloring the sky, with one of the firecrackers even shaped as a heart. the reception continues with people dancing, and while your husband wasn’t one for festivities and dancing, he would give this day a pass as you bring him to the middle of the dance floor as the two of you dance the night away.

- “you’re just too good to be true... Can't take my eyes off of you~ you'd be like Heaven to touch, i wanna hold you so much~”

- shoto wants the most important day of his life to be reminiscent of a fairy tale as he wasn’t able to experience the wonder and the beauty of it as a child.

- to keep the theme consistent, he rents out a quaint recreational woodland not far from the city.

- he wants it to be perfect just for you especially since you’ve been dreaming of living a fairy tale for such a long time… and here you are now about to fulfill that dream.

- the wedding starting at dusk, twinkling lights and garlands hanging around the trees, fairy lights sprawled about, blooming archways, lilac ash and sandstone pallets, long romantic banquet, and guests composed of his closest friends and family.

- you’re dressed in a beautiful white (with pastel blue accents) floofy dress reminiscent of a fairy. embroidered with vines, satin flowers, and butterfly accents. instead of a veil, you’re wearing a flower crown decorated with pretty white daisies and leaves.

- whilst shoto was wearing a suit reminiscent of peter pan. an exquisite blue suit with a peter pan lily as his boutonnière.

- As soon as he sees you walking down the aisle, tears were about to stream down from his cheeks.

- the whole todoroki fam are at the brink of tears too, as these were one of the very rare times they see the youngest todoroki with the biggest smile and most blissful look on his face.

- All of the guests stand up, each seat has one thin branch with attached handcrafted butterflies and fireflies for them to hold up and to illuminate your way to Shoto.

- A musician strums their guitar and begins to sing “Can’t Help Falling In Love” by Elvis Presley.

- He’s just beyond delighted to see you. As if flowers were blooming with every step you take, approaching closer and closer to him.

- “wise men say... only fools rush in... but I can’t help falling in love with you...”

- You looked ethereal. Like a dawning light.

- You continue to walk down the aisle, looking back at him. All the pure love and adoration you have visible in your eyes.

- midway through your vows, shoto couldn’t take it anymore and the tears just flowed down his face. you giggle lightly, the other guests were snickering along. you bring him into a hug, kissing his tear-imprinted face as the two of you continue with the ceremony.

- It felt like an absolute dream. This was the best day of both of your lives after all.

- “And they lived happily ever after.”

- you and izuku just wanted a simple yet still fancy backyard wedding.

- as the two of you wanted to spend most of your budget on traveling the world for your honeymoon trip instead.

- you could still make things absolutely beautiful and pleasing to look at after all. with your amazing teamwork and working on the planning together, you could manifest a delightful wedding.

- there wasn’t a particular theme per se. both you and izu weren’t really ones to go into specifics anyway. you just wanted to replicate a very light and airy feeling that can be seen in most dreamy weddings.

- string lights hung everywhere, a huge whimsical canopy was built up on the yard with two iridescent chandeliers hanging on the inside, draped fabrics and lush, interwoven greenery, mint and powdered colored accents, and a mini bar at the entrance.

- all of the heroes that izuku had known all his life were invited to the wedding. and of course, they wouldn’t miss it for the world. with practically everyone attending the #1 hero’s big day.

- with the help of the girls from class 1-a and after several hours of trying on the most beautiful dresses, your heart was set on an embroidered tulle and crepe white gown. instead of a veil, you opted for a white crown headpiece, resembling that of a halo.

- izuku on the other hand, at the behest of the boys of class 1-a, wanted him to wear something extravagant that could woo you. izuku disliked all the suits that they made him try out and instead went for a black suit jacket, dark blue dress shirt, and to complete the look, a cute little bow tie.

- you walk down the aisle, holding a bouquet of flowers, your calming and ever so beaming presence felt like the light that he had been looking for all his life.

- izuku could just stare at you lovingly like this if he could. he fights the tears welling up in his eyes, but he knows he’s going to break soon.

- and he does. as soon as he starts reciting his vows, izuku begins to weep. the genuineness and the love that you could hear from his voice and from the emotions he was showing right now made you feel so warm inside.

- you hug him and squeeze both of his hands tight as he calmly yet emotionally goes through the entirety of his vow.

- at the reception, inko and all might offer a special toast to you and izuku. their speech composed mostly of doting words and a lot of light-hearted “parent” jokes.

- dekusquad + bakugo came up to the stage too to give their chaotic toast to the groom and bride, and the atmosphere and the mood became even more fun and lighthearted.

- as a surprise, you and izuku prepared a short musical number. the two of you were going to duet stand by me by ben e. king.

- “when the night has come... and the land is dark... and the moon is the only light we'll see~ no I won't be afraid... oh, I won't be afraid. just as long as you stand, stand by me~”

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