#The Night Manger Fanfic

[asgards-princess-of-mischief]

Last Updated: 2024-02-01

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite Johnathan Pine stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning

✑ Cleaning Up by thezombieprostitute • 〔F᜶M〕 •

Summary: Something is budding between you and the new night manager at the hotel.

✑ Duty of Care by muddyorbsblr • 18+ • 〔A᜶C〕 •

Summary: "After Pine rescues you from a bloodthirsty mafia leader, he confesses his feelings for you while tending to your wounds."

✑ Holiday in Cario by iwillbeinmynest • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "Your friend invites you on a trip overseas but when she all but [ditches you] you find yourself in a rather uncomfortable position. Lucky for you the hotel [night manager] comes to your rescue."

✑ I Won't Let Go by holdmytesseract • 〔F᜶M〕 •

Summary: “Angela convinced Jonathan to attend a event - held by the Riverhouse, to take his mind off his lovesickness. Unbeknowst to him, you have a gig on exactly that event...”

✑ Leave Me Wanting More by the-purity-pen • 18+ • 〔E〕 •

Summary: Months of mutual pining finally culminate in a passionate encounter, but Jonathan makes sure to leave you wanting more…

✑ Mission Comes First, the by holymultiplefandomsbatman • 16+ • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ • 🚫 •

Summary: "Jonathan met you long before he came in contact with Angela Burr. When he goes undercover, you join him. Unfortunately, Roper catches and then tortures you to find out who sent you... while Jonathan has to stand by and watch, just like he promised you. The mission comes first, no matter what."

✑ Mr. Pine by sserpente • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Imagine surprising… your boyfriend at his workplace,… a fancy hotel in Switzerland and getting him all worked up by repeatedly calling him Mr. Pine.

✑ My Dearest Diamond by five-miles-over • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "After nearly two years… [you and Jonathan] rekindled your love via handwritten letters, until you [plan a] trip to London to see him. As he prepares [for your arrival], Jonathan reflects on his relationship with you …[carrying] out one last errand before you land."

✑ Paris by muddyorbsblr • 〔E᜶F〕 •

Summary: "After spending the last few hours pretending to be a loving couple while on a mission in Paris, Jonathan decides to lose himself in the fantasy of having you to himself."

✑ Pine by devilbat • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •

Summary: After rescuing you from kidnappers, your father hires Jonathan to be your bodyguard allowing the two of you to grow close. One night, he breaks into your room, asking you to trust him, and although the attack left you wary of the world, you know one thing for sure: Jonathan will always keep you safe.

✑ Saviour by sserpente • 〔E᜶F᜶A〕 •

Prompt(s): "Imagine Jonathan Pine saving your life after you end up going after the same target."

✑ Secrets￨Prt. II by strangerquinns • 18+ • 〔E᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •

Prompt(s): "So desperate for it, aren't you? Well, if you want it so bad you'd better start taking it." + "Look at you, grinding against everything, you're really desperate for it. Aren't you?"

✑ Sleepy by thehiddlebums • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Prompt(s): "Your lover is snoring quietly and you can't help but giggle because it's so cute" + "Laughing at their messy hair in the morning."

✑ Slow Your Roll by ladyfluff • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: Exhausted and confined to the house after surgery, Jonathan shows you unwavering care and support on your shared journey to recovery.

✑ Summer in Majorca by smolvenger • 18+ • 〔F᜶A〕 •

Summary: "A trip to Spain alongside Roper and his crew had you cross paths with a man mysterious as he is kind and heroic as he is handsome. He goes by Thomas and then Andrew [but is] secretly named Jonathan. You find yourself blossoming feelings for him. [However,] it seems he has eyes for Jed and not you..."

✑ A Complete Surprise by wickednerdery •

✑ After Glow by holdmytesseract • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Andy & Liv￨Prt. II by ladyfloriographist • 〔F᜶M〕 •

✑ Buh-nana. by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Dirty Talk by fadingfics • 18+ • 〔E᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Good Enough to Eat

✑ Home Before You Know It￨Prt. II by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Life with You by lokispet-blog1 • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Not Alone by holdmytesseract • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Paper Hearts and Glitter Glue by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Photographic Evidence by ladyfluff • 〔A〕 • ♡ •

✑ Short and Sweet Fuse by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Sneaking Around by anonymousfiction211 • 16+ • 〔E᜶A〕 •

✑ So Much More by five-miles-over • 〔F᜶M〕 •

✑ Step Outside by ladyfluff • 〔E᜶C〕 •

✑ Way You Look at Me, the by jewels2876 • 〔E〕 •

✑ Welcome to the World by holdmytesseract • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Will You Marry Me? by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Within the Strongbox of My Heart by frostbitten-written • 〔A〕 • ♡ •

✑ You by imagine-upon-a-star • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ •

See Also: Navigation || Jonathan Pine Master Index

Authors: @anonymousfiction211 || @devilbat || @fadingfics || @five-miles-over || @frostbitten-written || @holdmytesseract || @holymultiplefandomsbatman || @imagine-upon-a-star || @iwillbeinmynest || @jewels2876 || @just-the-hiddles || @ladyfloriographist || @ladyfluff || @lokispet-blog1 || @muddyorbsblr || @smolvenger || @sserpente || @strangerquinns || @the-purity-pen || @thehiddlebums || @thezombieprostitute || @wickednerdery ||

[90sloverwithinsomnia]

Red Velvet and the haunted dorms [Ft. Super Junior] - Chapter 1/1

This is one of many archived fanfics featuring 1st and 2nd generation K-pop acts that I've come across recently. It's all in good fun, and maybe a bit cringeworthy! Just to clarify, I don't post fanfics, so I hope to the people that post and read K-pop fanfics makes sense. Credits go out to the original creator plincess_cho. *Note: Nothing in their post will change (unless necessary), other than being posted here, and the (Link) will be provided to the page that i found it on.

Characters:

Son Seungwan (Wendy), Kim Yerim (Yeri), Kang Seulgi, Bae Joohyun (Irene), Park Sooyoung (Joy), Kim Heechul, Choi Siwon, Cho Kyuhyun, Park Jungsoo (Lee Teuk), Kim Jongwoon (Yesung), Kim Ryeowook, Jeon Younghoon (Gunhee), Kim Taeyeon, Yook Sungjae, Kim Youngwoon (Kangin)

Summary:

Red Velvet move into Super Junior's old dorms. But are their dorms really haunted like everyone says?

Chapter 1:

“Welcome to your new dorm!” the manager says. He keys a passcode into the lock and pushes the door open. The members of Red Velvet follow him into their new home. They set down their suitcases in the main living area and look around. They look through the kitchen, peek into the bedrooms, and all reconvene in the main area so the manager can dole out living arrangements.

“There are enough bedrooms for everyone to have their own room,” he says. “Irene, since you’re the leader, you can pick first.”

“This is such a nice dorm!” she comments as she tries to decide which room to take. “Thanks for getting this for us, manager Oppa.”

“They almost gave you a dorm on the eleventh floor, but I managed to convince them to give you this one instead,” the manager says.

“What was wrong with the eleventh floor?” Seulgi asks.

“It…” the manger searches for the right word, “had the vague smell of bean paste.”

The girls look at each other in confusion but say nothing. Instead, they set about choosing their rooms and unpacking their suitcases as they wait for the rest of their things to arrive.

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“You moved into the old Super Junior dorms?” Sungjae says to Joy after a filming one day.

“I guess so?” Joy replies. “We’re on the sixth floor of the SM dorms in Gangnam, if that’s what you mean.”

Sungjae laughs. “Yep, that’s the one. I don’t want to freak you out or anything, but I’ve heard it’s haunted.”

“Haunted?” Joy exclaims. “What do you mean haunted?”

Sungjae shrugs. “That’s what Kangin said when he found out you were moving in. He said not to tell you but…”

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“Haunted?” Wendy repeats. “Their dorm is haunted?”

Taeyeon nods, completely serious. “That’s what Heechul told me. He said that after all of the members moved out, their spirits will haunt the dorms forever.”

Wendy eyes her skeptically. “But that was… Heechul. Don’t you think he might have been teasing you?”

Taeyeon ignores her and continues, “He says that sometimes, there’d be reports of screams late at night. Or the television turning on and off without anyone touching it, stuff like that.”

Wendy doesn’t know what to believe so she says nothing. Maybe she’ll invest in some night lights.

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“Is it true?” they ask their manager when they’re all back in the dorm for a dorm meeting.

“What?” the manager asks, looking up from his bowl of jjajjangmyeon.

“That our dorm is haunted,” Yeri says.

“This is Super Junior’s old dorm, isn’t it?” Wendy asks. “We’ve heard it’s… haunted.”

But their manager just laughs. “This dorm isn’t haunted. Super Junior probably just made up that rumour to scare you.”

The girls all look at each other. True, their Super Junior sunbaes do like to joke around, but would they joke around at their dongsaengs expense like this? Usually they play pranks on each other.

After their managers all leave, the girls have a powwow. “What do you think, Irene?” Seulgi asks. “It’s not haunted… right?”

“I think,” the leader says, “I think we should call Donghae. He’d tell us the truth about whether or not it was haunted.” She pulls out her phone and starts to dial when she remembers, “Oh, but he’s already left for the military. He won’t have his phone then I suppose.”

“Besides, Sungjae said that Kangin said that the dorms were haunted,” Joy adds, “so there’s really no use in calling them. I don’t think it’s actually haunted…” but her voice sounds unsure.

“I’ll guess we’ll just have to wait and see,” Wendy says.

They all change into their pyjamas and tuck themselves into bed. They all take the necessary precautions however; three members curl up with their trusty stuffed animals while two others plug in night lights before hitting the hay. You could never be too safe after all.

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“HAJIMA!”

Yeri jolts out of bed to the sound of a high pitched scream. She sits up in bed, breathing heavily, and hopes it was just a horrible dream.

But then it comes again. “HIGH FIVE HAJIMA!”

"What on earth?" Yeri doesn’t know what to do. The voice doesn’t sound like any of her bandmates, but what if they’re in trouble? She gets out of bed and creeps over to the door. Nervously she peers out into the hallway, but there’s no one there. She flicks on the lights and walks through the empty hallway to Irene’s room. "The screaming seems to have stopped, but what made that sound?”

“Irene?” she calls, knocking on the door. “Are you awake?”

No response.

“Irene?” she knocks again while opening the door. Inside, her leader is fast asleep, holding tightly to a stuffed dolphin. “Irene?”

“HIGH FIVE HAJIMA!” the yell comes again.

“Irene!” Yeri exclaims, shaking Irene awake.

“What?!” Irene screams. She realizes who’s shaking her and calms down a bit. “Yeri, what’s wrong?”

“I keep hearing someone screaming,” she says. “And… it’s not any of our members.”

Irene tries to control her breathing. “Well, maybe the walls are thin. We are living in a dorm after all.”

“HIGH FIVE HAJIMA!”

Yeri grabs onto Irene and they cling to each other in terror. They hear footsteps echoing down the hall as Seulgi and Wendy come to join them.

“Should we call someone?” Wendy asks.

“But who would we call?” Seulgi asks.

They stay up half the night waiting for the scream to come again, but they don’t hear the screams again. The four finally fall into a fitful sleep on Irene’s small bed, and when they wake up, they’re sore and tired. They stumble into the kitchen to find Joy eating a bowl of cereal.

“Good morning,” she greets them cheerfully before her brows furrow in concern, “What happened to you guys?”

“You didn’t hear the screaming?” Wendy asks.

Joy looks at them quizzically. “No. What screaming?”

The other four exchange looks. Had they made the whole thing up?

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Wendy sits down in the chair in the dressing room as one of the coordi unnie's starts working on her hair. She pulls out a brush and some hairspray and sets about styling Wendy’s hair.

“Unnie?” Wendy asks hesitantly. “You used to be one of the coordinoonas for Super Junior right?”

“For a little while, yes,” she replies.

“Did they… did they ever say anything about… about their dorm being haunted?” she asks.

The coordi unnie just laughs. “They say a lot of things, honey. You never know with those kids, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they were spreading rumors.”

“But they’re just rumors, right?”

The coordi unnie stops brushing out Wendy’s hair to look at her in the mirror. “Of course they’re just rumours! None of the dorms are haunted.”

Wendy is about to protest and recount the story of the phantom screaming, but she decides against it. Maybe it was just a rumour.

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Besides the screams, other weird things seem to be happening. Every time they come back to the dorm, some piece of furniture is out of place. They often find the television on, always tuned to a Super Junior show. Weird things tend to go missing: first, it’s Yeri’s t-shirt. Then it’s the egg from Wendy’s bibimbap. Joy’s earphones disappear the day after.

“We probably just left them somewhere,” Irene tries to say.

“Or the ghosts took them,” Yeri says seriously.

Joy doesn’t know what to believe. Sure, she’s heard the rumours about their dorm being haunted, but she just can’t believe what her members are saying about the screams and the furniture.

“And it was yelling ‘high five hajima’?” she asks again. “That… that doesn’t even make sense.”

“Ghosts don’t make sense,” Yeri informs her solemnly. “Their logic is different from ours.”

“Yeri, you don’t actually believe there are ghosts in our dorm, do you?”

Yeri just shrugs.

“If there are really ghosts, how did Super Junior deal with them?” Joy asks.

“It’s Super Junior,” Irene replies. “The ghosts were probably afraid of them.”

The other members nod in agreement. They always knew when Super Junior were around because they were always so loud and boisterous. More than one of the managers had described them like a hurricane. “They’re loud, noisy, and they cause a lot of damage.”

“You haven’t heard the screaming again have you?” she asks.

The other members all exchange glances and shake their heads.

“Not yet anyways,” Seulgi says solemnly.

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That night, Joy tucks herself into bed after a long day. All she wants to do is relax before another day of filming. She reaches over to turn off the light and closes her eyes. She’s nearly asleep when she feels something wet on her cheek.

Drip.

She opens her eyes and looks around. She convinces herself it’s nothing and closes her eyes again.

Drip.

“It’s nothing,” she tells herself. “Nothing.”

Drip.

Drip drip drip.

Joy turns over and turns on the light. She’s alone in the room and there’s no sign of water anywhere. Where could it be coming from? She looks up at the ceiling but finds nothing. She crawls back into bed and squeezes her eyes tightly, trying to forget what the members had said about the dorm being haunted.

She falls asleep, but only for a few moments. She wakes up to a torrent of water and comes up sputtering. She screams as flails her arms for the light but when she turns it on, there’s no one there.

“Joy! Joy! Are you okay?” Irene bursts into her room. She sees Joy sitting up in bed, completely drenched. “What happened to you?”

“Somebody—somebody poured water on me!” Joy replies.

“Who?” Irene asks. “There’s nobody here.”

“I told you the dorm was haunted,” Yeri says, coming up behind Irene.

“It’s not…” Joy’s voice trails off.

“How else can you describe how you’re sopping wet if no one else dropped water on you?” Seulgi asks.

“I…”

“That’s it,” Irene announces. “I’m calling Siwon. We need him to pray the ghosts away.”

“But, but he’s in the army,” Wendy says. “I’ll call Taeyeon and see if she can help us. Maybe she can reach Siwon.”

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Taeyeon could not reach Siwon but she promises to send over the next best thing. A little while later, the girls open the door to someone shorter, skinnier, and more weirdly dressed than Siwon would ever dare to be.

“Someone called for an exorcist?” Heechul says, lifting the tip of his multi-coloured cowboy hat.

The girls all nod solemnly.

“Well, you’ve come to the right place. Exorcist assistant!” he bellows over his shoulder.

Another man walks in, carry a large duffel bag and looking someone less than amused.

“Who is that?” Seulgi whispers to Wendy. “He’s cute.”

“I think that’s his hairdresser, Gunhee,” she whispers back.

“He has his own personal hairdresser?”

“It’s Heechul.”

“Now in order to perform a proper exorcism, I need space to work,” Heechul says, motioning towards their kitchen table. The girls scurry to clean off the dishes while Gunhee sets the duffel bag on the cleared space. Heechul starts pulling a variety of random objects out of the bag, including a tub of bean paste, a Frozen Anna pillow, an Asuka doll, a can of corn (imported), a cat’s chew toy, Siwon’s Mr. Simple album, a stuffed lobster plushie, several large posters of himself, and a whole pile of shoelifts. The girls watch in amazement as he sets the items on the table. Gunhee just rolls his eyes.

“Watch the master,” he says, brandishing one of the shoelifts with a flourish.

First, he hangs up a poster of himself in each room in their dorm except the bathroom (“The humidity will ruin it”). Then, he sets the lobster plushie on the sofa (“I’d wash the slipcover after this,” Gunhee whispers to them. “You don’t want to know where that’s been”), the Anna pillow on Yeri’s bed, the Asuka doll next to Wendy’s teddy bear, and the Mr. Simple album on the coffee table. He starts humming as he opens the tub of bean paste and leaves it out next to all of their shoes (“But then our shoes will smell!” Irene protests. Heechul gives her a look and replies, “Don’t question my methods”). Finally, he tosses the cat’s chew toy onto the floor, sets the can of corn on the window sill, and starts sticking the shoelifts in any corner he can find.

“There,” he says, stepping back to admire his handiwork. “You’re safe.”

“Th-th-thank you, Heechul,” the girls say, somewhat bewildered at the weird scene that had just taken place.

Heechul makes Gunhee gather up the duffel bag and they bid the girls goodnight.

“Will that work?” Joy asks, the towel still around her shoulders.

“I hope so,” Irene replies. “Come on, let’s all get to bed.”

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And sure enough, Heechul’s weird methods do work. Nobody hears any more screaming and nobody wakes up drenched from a ghost. The girls finally start to relax and almost get used to tucking their shoes in plastic bags to avoid the smell of the bean paste. They nearly forget about their haunted dorm until one night late in January, the girls wake up to the sound of arguing. To the sound of male voices arguing. They all cluster in the hallway and tiptoe towards the source of the noise.

At first, they don’t see anyone, but as they tiptoe closer, they find a group of guys sitting in the kitchen, arguing loudly.

“No no, listen to me, first, we buy up all of the entertainment companies—with Siwon’s credit card of course. That way we can we over public opinion,” one voice says.

“Who gives a damn about public opinion? If we really want to take over Korea, we need an army, not just the public,” another interjects.

“The public can be an army!” a third protests. “If we combine our fans with TVXQ’s fans, we have an army right there.”

“Really we need the members in the army to start gathering recruits. So we have Eunhyuk in active duty, Siwon and Donghae in the police force, and Sungmin and Shindong in the military band.”

“Don’t forget about Yunho and Changmin. They’re in on this too.”

“So if we enlist the army, our fans, Kyuhyun’s gamer friends—”

“What about my gamer friends?”

“Fine, those too. If we effectively gather all of these groups plus the citizens, we can effectively begin our campaign to take over South Korea.”

Without thinking, Joy exclaims, “What?!”

The voices stop at once as everyone turns to face Joy.

“I… you’re… taking… Korea…” she stutters.

The boys all rise from the kitchen floor where they were sitting and turn to face the girls. They now realize it’s all of the non-enlisted Super Junior members. Leeteuk’s holding a giant map of Korea with military-style flags pinned at key cities, Kyuhyun is holding an elaborate set of charts, while Heechul carries what looks to be his cat.

“What are you doing here?” Yesung asks.

“We… we live here!” Wendy says, her voice squeaking.

“You live here? Since when?” Kyuhyun demands.

“Since… since you moved out!” Irene replies.

“Oh,” the boys say.

“Damn it! We did it again!” Leeteuk says. “Wrong dorm!”

The boys all quickly gather up the charts and maps (and cats) and hurry out the door, bowing their apologies as they leave. “Our apologies,” Leeteuk says. He bows deeply before shutting the door behind them.

The girls stand in awe for a long while.

“Did they—”

“Are they really—”

“What just happened?”

“I’m going back to bed.”

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The next day, the girls wake up to find their dorm exactly as it had been before Heechul “exorcised” it. Gone are the shoelifts in odd places. Gone is the tub of bean paste by their shoes. Gone are the posters of Heechul, his random dolls and pillows, and the lobster. Gone is the Mr. Simple album. And gone is the can of imported corn.

Their manager hurries them off to a music show. They hurriedly change into their stage outfits and find the styling room to sit in the chairs to let their coordis to their hair.

Then, like a hurricane of chaos, the Super Junior members enter the shared styling room yelling and pushing each other. The noise is almost deafening and the girls are all momentarily frightened, but the coordis continue as if nothing ever happened.

Heechul comes over to chat with the girls. “It’s the booyah kids!” he exclaims.

“Hi, Heechul,” they say in unison.

“Uhm, Heechul,” Irene ventures. “What… what exactly were you doing at our dorm last night?”

Leeteuk wanders over and wiggles his eyebrows. “Ohh, what was Heechul doing at your dorm last night?”

“You were there, Leeteuk. You should know!” Wendy says.

Both boys look confused. “We weren’t at your dorm last night.”

“You… yes, you were!” Yeri insists. “You were all sitting around the kitchen with all these maps and charts explaining how you were going to take over South Korea!”

The boys all look at each other and start high-fiving. “Yeah! Let’s take over South Korea!”

“And I’ll be the leader!” Kyuhyun announces proudly.

“Shut up, maknae, if anyone’s being the leader, it’s definitely going to be me!” Heechul exclaims.

The boys all start discussing how much fun it would be to actually take over Korea, but the poor Red Velvet members still need something resolved.

“Wait!” Irene shouts over all the noise. The boys quiet down. “So you weren’t at our dorm last night?”

“No!” they all exclaim.

“And you haven’t been moving our furniture or stealing our things or screaming in the middle of the night or throwing water on us?”

“Of course not,” Ryeowook replies. “Why would we do that?”

The Red Velvet members all exchange worried glances. “Then… then our dorm really is haunted.”

“But what about the exorcism Heechul did?” Seulgi asks.

“Woah, I’m not Siwon, I don’t do exorcisms,” Heechul replies. “Though really, neither does he so…”

Wendy, Irene, Seulgi, Yeri, and Joy look from the boys to each other.

“The dorm must really be haunted.”

Kyuhyun sidles up next to them. “So tell me about this plan the ghost version of us had to take over South Korea…”

[xthewhiteravenx]

Fanfic Ideas I Probably Will Never Write (4/?):

RATING: would be Explicit/Mature (violence, blood, gore, sexual content), but this excerpt isn’t.

Summary: Y/N is an art history graduate student at UCLA and spends her free time as a gallery manger at the local The Chateau. One evening, as she is closing up, she is confronted by a visitor who is admiring more than just the works on the wall. Immediately, they take to each other, but something about him is familiar in a way she can’t describe. He is dark, mysterious, with a voice that sends shivers down her spine. 

What she doesn’t know is that Colby Brock is a vampire who has been alive for 500 years and she reminds him of someone he loved 300 years ago. She starts getting flashbacks in her sleep, dreams and nightmares of a land and time far away. It turns out that she is in fact that same someone, but reincarnated. Colby won’t let her go this time. 

His fingers are light on her waist as he pulls her gently into his side. They stare out at L.A. from the top of the Observatory, taking in the way the lights sparkle and twinkle beneath them. He sighs and she turns to glance up at him. 

His blue eyes are immediately on hers, dark and low and old.

“Show me,” she whispers.

Colby knows what she is asking and shuts his eyes, “Are you sure?”

“I want to see,” she disregards her urge to run away. 

He is, after all, a predator. 

Colby opens his eyes and gone is the blue. Instead, it is black like the night around them. They consume from his pupil outward to the edges of his iris’ but never farther. 

She holds her breath and inches away from him. Colby sees this, frowns, and reaches out for her, “Please, y/n.”

“Don’t...,” her head is starting to pound.

She moves away from him and Colby let’s her go, but not without a sentence between them, “I don't know anything with certainty, but seeing the stars makes me dream.”

Her head aches now, a migraine settling behind her right eye. She scoffs lightly, turning to glance at him, “Don’t quote Van Gogh at me, Colby.”

“I dream of us,” he continues, “Always us,” and a pause, “Don’t you?”

Her mind immediately flashes to the dreams and nightmares she has every night of the both of them. She swallows and turns back to the cityscape before them. Colby keeps his distance. His black eyes watching her every move. 

“You see it right?”

She inhales sharply. A vision enters her mind-- Colby looking as he does now, but there are tears in his eyes. His face in anguish as he leans over her. His fangs are extended in a snarl as he snaps upward beyond her. 

“What are they?”

“Memories,” he responds.

She turns to him. He is much closer now and his black eyes are gone. The blue seems to glow with love as he stares at her.

“Our memories.”

“How?”

“Does it matter?”

He reaches for her and she lets herself into his arms. His fingers gently sooth at her cheek before tucking her hair behind her ear and over her shoulder. He cups the side of her face. His touch is cool and warming, a familiarity rings between them. 

“I’ve finally found you,” he whispers.

And she feels his lips against hers. 

Everything comes flooding over. A lifetime where she and him existed together, loved together, and did everything together. It was London in 1789, a London struggling after the American Revolution. She was working as a pub maid, but went to the Palace Gardens when she could to paint and sketch. That’s where they met, amongst the flowering bushes and greenhouses. 

She raises her hand to tangle into his hair, craving his taste.

[nooneelsecomesclose17]

Prompt! "Do you want me to sing it for ya?"

“God, no! Anything but that!” The offended look on Robert’s face sent him into a round of giggles which started Ella off.

“Yeah Daddy! Sing ‘way in a manger!”

“Somebody appreciates me.” He stuck his tongue out at Aaron making his daughter shriek with laughter. “Come on sweetheart, let’s see if we can find it on my phone, then we can sing it together so you can learn your words.”

“Oh don’t worry, I’ll sort all this out!” Luckily the sarcasm goes over her head but Robert just smirks as Aaron picks is way through the pile of Christmas decorations that had been forgotten about in the excitement of learning the songs for Ella’s school concert.

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[mysterylover123]

Mysterylover watches MHA Episode 91: “At Long Last It’s Shinsou Time!”

1. So we pick up where we left off with Deku’s visions of OFA past. And the cutesy Aoyama scene that followed. For a manger reader sadly the anime does not clear up the “Who are Users 2 and 3″ mystery that wakes me up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night. Much like Deku here.

2. We then cut to some awesome Nana and Young All Might flashbacks. i’m just now realizing that they probably avoided showing Nana in a few of the panels to obscure her quirk while she’s using it.

3. “DON’T MAKE IT SOUND LIKE YOU WERE CHEATING ON ME LOL” Aizawa. I love that translation. Anyway IT’S SHINSOU TIME YA’LL

4. But first WINTER KACCHAN. In color. Encountering the Deku Fanboying. YAS OMG THIS SEASON IS GONNA HAVE SO MUCH BKDK I AM SO HERE FOR IT. 

5.Insert  Obligatory “annoying Uraraka crush counter” complaint here. I’ve already complained/meta’d enough about Deku/Ocha and BKDK in this arc in that popular post I did a while back, so let’s just concentrate on the 1b Feels for now.

6. Oh they’re doing all their quirks for Class B here? OR just the names, I see. Right, cause some of the quirks are surprises in later scenes.

7. ENTER SHINSOU nice and dramatically. And lookin’ good here in animation again at long last. And Deku spends like five straight minutes just staring at him smiling. Ready the Shindeku arc. 

8. We get then Shinsou feels and flashbacks. OMG it’s finally happening. And !A and B instantly adopt him, with Deku smiling naughtily as before. Anyway rules get explained and teams are lined up.

9. I will now read way too much depth into Iida’s angst over playing ‘hero’ or ‘villain’ and Momo’s subsequent comment that ‘we see ourselves as heroes’. 

10. Anyway Kaminari also gets on board the Shinsou fanboy train. Wonder how much more Shinkami fanfic there’s gonna be after this season airs? It’s already like the 10th or 9th most written about in the MHA tag. Kami gets to flirt with him for like five minutes too, as does Monoma. Shinsoubowl ensues.

11. Bones appears to be keeping the spirit of the manga and not letting Deku look at Ochako while she stares at him. LOl I’ll quit it.

12. They’re using similar sound effects here to the ones they used in Season 2 for the Final Exams. Anyway, Round 1! We’re already there and the ep’s not halfway over. Damn I wonder if we’ll finish Round 1 in one episode?

13. I rewatched the Sports Fest recently and I’m noticing that Kami has grown since then. Back then he didn’t want to admit that Shiozaki beat him and here he’s honest about it. 

14. Shishida enters with what I thought was Dabi’s theme song of all things. Damn dude being generous with your theme music huh? Hope it doesn’t get appropriated as much as Momo’s and BKDK’s OSTS.

15. YAS SHINSOU’S VOICE CHANGER PERSONA CHORDS. OK that’s where the ep ends. We’ll get the rest of it in Ep 92, that’s more like I expected. 

[katberk]

Sunrise

Wilbur Soot x reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary:Wilbur gets interrupted by his s/o while streaming so they can do their morning routine

[6:50am]

It was early in the morning with orange and red in the sky, sunrise was about to begin. When you met Wilbur you started a tradition to wake up before seven and watch the sunrise. It was a small event, but it meant the world to the both of you. You guys didn’t mine the early start to the morning with you being the manger to a café and Wilbur streaming or making videos for hours on end, you both manage very well to always be on time.

Today wasn’t any different. You woke up ten minutes before seven and turned to your side. “Wilbur?” Yawning you patted the bed sheets and felt thin air. He wasn’t there. This was weird considering he always wakes you up with kisses to the cheek, missing that lovely surprise you jolted out of bed and rubbed your eyes until the mist of last night’s dreams faded away.

“I wonder where he went?” You questioned yourself grabbing one of his hoodies that was thrown on the floor. Walking down the dimly lit hall you shuffled your way over to the stairs so you can make tea for the sun show that was going to happen in less than five minutes now. Grabbing out two cups that you got from a trip to Japan you set them on the counter and started to boil some water.

*Ding*

Glancing down to your phone you saw a message from Dream.

Tea Kettle

Morning Y/N! I was wondering if you wanted to join the SMP? Wilbur’s been asking me for the past hour this stream so I believe it’s worth it, please tell him to get some sleep or something like that because he’s acting like a tried sack of flesh.

🌸Y/N🌸

Yeah I’ll join! I’m just making tea for Wilbur so I’ll get him off once I’m done, thanks for the concern.

You signed once you got notified that Wilbur probably started streaming at midnight and hasn’t gone to bed since. “Stupid.”

The kettle started to whistle so you placed your phone on the counter and grabbed it off the stove. Pouring the water into the two cups you got the tea bags, milk, and sugar and began to make the calming drink. Once done you shoved your phone into the pockets and started to balance the liquid while you walked up the stairs. Knocking on his door you waited for a reply.

~~~

On the other side of the door Wilbur sat on his chair listening to Tommy rant about women while he was getting materials for your arrival on the server. “Have you ever talked to a woman before Wilbur?” Tommy pestered 

“I can’t believe you’re still awake…. It’s 6:58 in the morning Tommy, you should have been asleep a long time ago.” Wilbur answered with a long sign and a yawn.

“Well this big man doesn’t sleep!” Tommy replied his screams coming through the tried boy’s headphones. Then a soft knock was heard.

“Hold on chat.” Wilbur muted his mic and answered back “come in!”

With the door opening he saw his s/o nudging the door open and slowly creeping their way over to the desk. Noticing the fright in your eyes he got up out of frame of the camera and walked over to help you. “Umm, I made you some tea for the sunrise, are you still streaming?” You heard him breath a “thank you” and walked back to his chair with you holding his free hand. 

Unmuting he decided to cut off Tommy’s rant and end stream. “Sorry everyone! I’m gonna end stream here, but thanks for staying so long!” Wilbur said clicking the button to stop going live.

“Are you leaving me Wilbur?!” Tommy asked shrieking seconds later when a creeper exploded next to him.

“Yeah, sorry Tommy, I have a sunrise to watch.” With that he ended the discord call, turned around and gave a warm smile straight your way. He walked towards you with his curly hair bouncing with each step. 

“Ready to watch that sunrise love?”

~~~

Hewo! Sorry if this is short! I wanted to put out something and finally start a fanfic. I really hoped you enjoyed!

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #864: The Disco King (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

6:45 p.m. at Smash Mansion, Outsode of Luigi and Daisy's Bedroom......

Daisy: (Flexing her Muscles in Front of the Mirror Door While Wearing a Female Berserk Outfit) Heh Heh!~ Still got it. (Gives Both of her Muscles a Kiss Each Before Calling Out to Luigi) How's the costume going in your department, babe?

Luigi: (Inside the Bedroom) Pretty good! Just need to finish the final touched....aaand....Done!

Daisy: Sweet! You ready to come out here and show me whatcha got?

Luigi: Yeah. I'm still not sure if it'll look nearly as good as yours though....

Daisy: Oh come on, 'hon. You're being too modest again. I'm sure your costume is gonna look great this year.

'Door Open'

Daisy: Hell, it might even look better than mi- (Eyes Widened in Complete Shock at What is in Front of Her) OH... MY GOD!

Luigi smiles sheepishly and shyly while wearing a green, disco like attire.

Luigi: This.... isn't too much, is it?

Daisy: (Almost at a Loss For Words) Luigi, you look amazing.......The clothes....the shoes...the hair! Where did you get all of this?

Luigi: Professor E. Gadd gave it to me back when I was at the hotel two years ago. I wore this as a disguise to infiltrate the ghost party at the disco ball room. And....since I was given "Disco King" as my codename, I had to prove the title is real by disco dancing for three and a half minutes. Which was kind of pretty fun to do in hindsight.

Daisy: That is so cool and hot at the same time......

Luigi: Really? I figured you would find all of this lame and boring.

Daisy: Are you kidding? I love Disco! We used to throw those kinds of parties back at my kingdom, when I was a little munchkin. Been in love with the culture ever since....('Click Tongue') Ah man....

Luigi: What's wrong?

Daisy: If I'd knew you would be wearing that for Halloween this year, I could've brought a disco costume of my own a long time ago. We could've been known as the King and Queen of Disco Dancing! And I could've wore a sick afro!

Luigi: You would look pretty groovy in a afro......(Smiles Softly) But I'm sure we can wear it together some other time. For what it's worth, I think you already look amazing in the costume you're wearing right now.

Daisy: You think so? It's a costume I usually wear for Dungeons & Dragons night with the ladies. (Begins to Smile Proudly While Showing Off her Muscles) Not to brag or anything, but I just so happen to be the only, strongest Berserker of the entire party.

Luigi: (Chuckles Lightly) I can tell. Your muscles are looking better than ever.

Daisy: Thanks, sweetie~ I knew my workout routine would pay off eventually.

Luigi: Well, you are the strongest princess I know after all.

Daisy: (Smiles Bashfully) Weegie, you're giving me too much credit here~ I'm sure there's like a ton of other girls in the world that are lot stronger than I am.

Luigi: Yeah, but....(Holds Up Daisy's Hand While Giving her a Bit of a Seductive Smirk on his Face) You'll always be my #1~ (Starts Kissing the Top of Daisy's Hand)

Daisy: (Giggles Ticklishly by Luigi's Kisses Before Pulling him Into a Tango Like Position) C'mere, you!~

The princess is about to give her man a kiss on the lips. When suddenly......

'Gopsel Keyboard'

Dedede: (Comes Out Of his Room With a Slug Like Figure While Singing Wearing his Preacher's Cloak and an Elvis Wig) YEEAHEH YEAHEYEAHE YEAH! YEAHEYEAHEYEAH! YEAHEYEAHEYEAHEE YEEEEEEEEAAAAH!

Daisy: (Eyes Widened at What is In Front of Her and Luigi) Dedede?

Luigi: Are you..... Dressed as Elvis?

Dedede: Close. I'm a Preacher NAMED Elvis. I was debating which of the two I wanna be this year for Halloween until I say....(Sings While the Slug Plays the Keyboards Again) WHY NOT BOOOOOOOOTTTTTH!!!~ Praise the one and only Elvis Dedede!

?????: Amen.

Daisy: (Points at the Slug) Hey, who's that?

Dedede: My partner & crime, Escargoon.

Escargoon: (Smiles Brightly at the Couple) Pleased to meet ya lovely folks today.

Luigi: Ah yeah.... Dedede told me about you a while ago. (Happily Pulls his Hand Out For a Handshake) It's so nice to finally meet you in person.

Escargoon: (Gives Luigi the Handshake) Likewise. Love the costumes by the way. Couldn't decide which one is my favorite already.

Dedede: Yeah. I have to agree. Y'all look good.

Daisy: Why, thank you~ (Starts Flexing While Speaking in a Manly Like Voice) I AM KNOWN AS THE STRONGEST BERSERKER OF ALL THE LANDS AND SEAS!!! (When Back to Smiling Brightly While Hugging Luigi From Behind) And this here is my handsome Disco King!~

Luigi: (Smiles Sheepishly Again) I-I wouldn't exactly call myself a king or anything, but....I am pretty groovy!~ Speaking of which, what are you dressed as, Mr. Escargoon?

Escargoon: I'm Joe Esposito. Elvis's manger and right hand man. It's not much, but....I think it suits me pretty well. It's a lot better than the first costume the former sire suggested me to wear

Dedede: (Glares at Escargoon) Ah come on, now. Being a T-Rex isn't so bad.

Escargoon: (Glares Back at the Former King) Dedede, I am not gonna wear a T-Rex costume just to make your Elvis Preacher impression look more good than it already was. Did you forget that I literally have no legs?

Dedede: Then you can just wear the head. It wouldn't be any problem with that.

Escargoon: Yeah, expect for the fact that I couldn't see anything clearly out of it! I mean, seriously, how much does it cost anyways? $1000?

Dedede: (Slowly Starts Looking Away in Silence) ....................

Escargoon: (Eyes Widened) Oh my god. You actually spent money that stupid thing? Why!?

Dedede: (Went Back into Glaring at Escargoon) Hey, that costume ain't stupid! And the only reason I brought it was because it looks interesting!

Escargoon: What? You thought about wearing it for yourself or somethin'?

Dedede: NO!........ Probably. But that's beside point!

Escargoon: (Facepalms While Groaning) ('Ugggh') You are SO impossible to deal with all the time.....(Turns to the Couple Behind Him) Has he always been this stubborn to you guys?

Daisy: Oh yeah. Big time.

Luigi: Almost at a daily basis even.

Dedede: (Immediately Glares at the Duo) TRAITORS!

Escargoon: (Already Has a Deadpinned Look on his Face) Hey, don't blame them for speaking the truth. I bet everyone else in this mansion will say the same.

Dedede: HUSH UP! You know what? Forget y'all! (Angrily Walks Way) I'mma go downstairs and show everyone on my swagger on my own! PEACE!

Escargoon: (Watches Dedede Walk Away While Walking) Once a spoiled brat, always a spoiled brat......(Turns Back to the Duo with a Soft Smile) Thanks for looking out for him for me. It means a lot that you care.

Daisy: No problem, man. Annoying as he is, he's still family.

Luigi: Always.

Rest in Peace Elvis Presley & Joe Esposito

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[chicchanooliner]

Apparently, I have officially upgraded my dream levels to being able to sit down with my own doppelgängers (yes there elwas like 5 of me) , have shouting match over life and come up with headcanons for my fanfics.

According to last night’s meeting , me and myself and I(s) came up with this:

Ichijuku is actually a really nice woman and she just want to live in a peaceful world (she absolutely deserves it)

Nemu’s bakary’s baked goods sell off really fast and at this point in Yokohama, whomever manages to get their sugar donuts is considered the luckiest.

Rio works at the bakery. Thats it.

Jyuto can and will curse in French while fighting with Sama

Sama decided to pick French so he can understand what the bunny man says.

Sasara orders breakfast from the bakery like every single day. So at this point, he has someone (Jyuto) to deliver his order to Osaka, he sometimes pops up to spend the day there just to annoy Sama

Because of how much I get concerned at the inhuman amount of champagne, Hifumi drinks (CKD is a bitch yall— I get worried whenever I get presented with a patient with CKD), Hifumi is the baker/cook for Nemu’s bakery, Shinjuku branch (god I should name the bakery)(someone help)

Because I also worry for hypertension (that sucks even more than CKD) Saburo helped Doppo get fired from his company (his boss is shitty what can I say) and now Doppo works as a manger in Nemu’s bakery - Shinjuku branch

Jiro helps out sometime at the Shinjuku bakery as a server

Yotsutsuji volunteers to be the barista during holidays

Ichiro serves Curry when he visits either Yokohama or Shinjuku branch and now the bakery owns its limited time items that everyone fights for.

Jiro doesn’t hate Ichijuku as much as Saburo and only hates her bc she didn’t offer him a spot in the music club again.

I will make Hitoya quit smoking cuz that’s nasty, and totally replace it with coffee beans like you know sucking on one.

And that concludes what happened in my dream last night. :)

[scapegrace74-blog]

Saorsa, Chapter 10

A/N   It’s finally here!   Jamie and Claire, in the same scene.   Granted, one of them is unconscious, but I think we can consider this progress.

Rather than link to all previously posted chapters, I’ll just direct those of you wanting to catch up on your Saorsa-reading to my AO3 page, where the fic is posted in its entirety.

Thanks to @gotham-ruaidh for being my fanfic pimp, er, publicist.  And to all of you liking and reblogging my story.  It’s tremendously appreciated!

The blackout blinds were lowered, and artificial light given over to gas lantern and open flame.   If nothing else, the Blitz was good for economizing on electricity.  Claire lingered in the kitchen, washing sheets by hand in the massive stone basin while putting off going to bed, where she would doubtless toss and turn all night.  The noise of quickening hoofbeats from the courtyard summoned her to the entrance hall just as someone began to pound on the enormous wooden door.  Outside stood a man she did not recognize, and behind him a wagon piled high with hay hitched to two Clydesdales steaming sweat into the evening air.

“Excuse me, my lady.  Tis late, but I didna ken where else to bring ‘im,” the man began, clearly agitated.

“I beg your pardon?”  She wrapped her shawl more tightly around her shoulders, noticing how the nights were suddenly much cooler.

“The man, my lady.  He’s in my wagon.  He needs a doctor, tae be certain, but t’isn’t a doctor nearby.  The only sense I can get from ‘im is Lallybroch, Lallybroch, so I brought ‘im ‘ere.”

“There’s an injured man?  In your wagon?”

“Aye, my lady.  I reckoned twas one of yer field ‘ands.”

Thoroughly perplexed, she grabbed a lantern from a hook near the door and descended into the courtyard.  Sure enough, curled on the hay like Jesus in the manger was a man, seemingly unconscious and by the faint light thrown on his exposed back, very badly injured.

“I don’t recognize him.  We need to get him inside.  Whatever happened?”

“I dinna ken, my lady.  I found ‘im lying in the road, at the foot of Craig na Dunn.”

She had a million other questions, but they would have to wait.  Walking swiftly to the small croft next to the stables, she called loudly for Murtagh.  Between Murtagh, the wagon driver, and two sleepy-eyed stable boys, they were able to roll the unconscious man onto a heavy blanket and then use it as a stretcher to bear him into the castle.  Acting quickly, Claire cleared the surface of the massive dining table and instructed the group to lower the man gently onto his side.  By the light of the fire, she was able to see the man’s back clearly for the first time, and what she saw made her blanche.

“Jesus and all ‘is saints in heaven,” Mrs. Fitz exclaimed from the doorway, crossing herself.

“Mrs. Fitz, please rouse Cook.   I’m going to need boiling water, and a lot of it.  Also, some fresh comfrey, mint or chamomile.  There are clean sheets hanging before the fire in the kitchen.  Please bring them to me.”  Wringing her hands in agitation, Mrs. Fitz ran from the room to do her bidding.

“Murtagh, this man needs a doctor.  I can tend him for now, but I need you to ride to Huntly or Keith, wherever the nearest doctor resides, and bring him back to Lallybroch at once.”

“The nearest doctor’s in Inverness, milady.  On account of the war.  It’d be faster tae wait fer sunup and take the laird’s motorcar tae fetch ‘im.”

Taking a deep breath, she gathered her thoughts.

“Yes, you’re right.  Thank you, Murtagh.  I wasn’t thinking clearly.”

The older man demurred and came around the table to where the stranger lay on his side, unmoving except the faint rippling of his shallow breath.

“E’s been flogged like a stray dog, poor bastard.  And that wound on ‘is shoulder is from a blade.”

“I’ve never seen anything quite like it in my life,” she confessed, feeling compassion for this man flow through her like water.

“Can ye save ‘im?” Murtagh asked without judgement.

She set her shoulders and lifted her chin, brushing her hand gently through the man’s long auburn curls, tangled with sweat and dirt.

“I can.  And I will.”

[lablass-2882]

How the Akuma Class handles Social Distancing. Part 1

So. I’m a little board and tried of either cleaning, editing pictures or more cleaning. So, I decided to try my hand at a little bit iof fanfic just to keep my creative mind active but focused on a different skill set.  Editing pictures will really take it out of you after a while.  Any who, here is my take on who the akuma class from ML handles social distancing during these strange times.  Enjoy.

Marinette: She is handling it pretty well.  If she’s not out doing her ladybug thing, she is helping her parents with the bakery or working on commissions and projects.  Speaking of the bakery.  It’s doing okay.  Tom and Sabine re on top of everything, even before the virus hit Paris.  Sabine has family in Wuhan and was actively sending care packages to them when this whole mess started.  From the moment that the virus hits Paris, they were on the move; face mask, hand sanitizer, gloves, the whole nine yards. They knew it was to coming and they know what they’re doing. With the mandate, the shop part of the bakery has closed.  Instead, they’ve switched to an online store that does home-delivery and curve side pickups.  When they can, all three of them drop of box-lunches at the hospitals for the nurse. Doctors and nurses alike adore them. Marinette as hosted a few furnishes for a variety of causes through her website (common head-canon idea).  She posts specialty outfits, items, and even some helpful DIY videos.  About once a week she hosts a live chat where she talks about sew tips, baking recipes, and even some meditation cycles to help with anxiety. She doing her part on both sides of the mask.  As Ladybug, she’s doubling down on her public messages.  Follow the guidelines, obey the rules set up by the stores, respect people's wish but most of all be kind to one another. We’re all in this together.  Thankfully Hawkmoth isn’t trying to capitalize on this mess.  Even he knows not to F@%# with this virus. On the first day of the mandate, his butterflies delivered a message to Ladybug and Chat Noir. No Akuma Activity until this virus is beaten.  Stay Safe and Stay healthy. She still patrols but she trusts Hawkmoth enough to know that he’s being honest with them.

Adrien: He’s doing okay, not terrible but not great either.  If it wasn’t for plagg and his bodyguard Gorilla, Adrien would have gone crazy from all the silence.  Thankfully he can still sneak out as Chat Noir but that only helps so much.  Nino decided to host weekly therapy sessions online, to keep his bro’s hopes up.  He gets it. There’s only some much isolation a boy can take.  To lessen the isolation, he helps out with both Marinette and Chloe's furnishes. He even does one of his own for the local hospital. When his father allows it, Adrien makes a few appearances at the hardest hit hospitals. In the correct project gear of course. Gabriel may be a super-villain that preys of negative emotions, but he’s a man who lost his wife to an illness.  He won’t dare touch a hospital. Period. They at least tried to help his wife and for that he is grateful. If there is a silver lining during this whole mess it’s that Gabriel can’t ignore Adrien if they are both stuck in the house together. By the end of the first week Adrien, Gabriel, Nathalie, and Gorilla are all playing board games with each other of an evening. Adrien even starts to feel like he has a family again.  As Chat Noir, Adrien does what he can to help Ladybug, and has even taken to dropping off lunches to police officers, doctors, and nurses on the night shift.

Lila: She is having a terrible time.  If she’s not the center of attention then what is she DOING! She tries every which way to spin this disaster in her favor.  From claiming that she doing charity work to that she helping find a cure for the virus.  She even tries to claim that she has the virus itself. The class offers to help various way but they all come up bust. The class’s parents aren’t buying her lies and they certainly are up for letting their children send this random girl money. Her ideas become more and more desperate as time goes on. The last idea ends up with her entire building being placed under quarantine.  People are relieved when the test comes back negative, but slightly less relieved when they find that she lied about the illness and causes an issue for attention. (Especially after Rose gets sick from trying to help Lila by getting her supplies and other items she wanted.)  Lila and her mother have a very long talk and she later makes sure that Lila publicly apologies for lying.  All of her electronic get taken away except for weekly online therapy sessions with a specialist.  Her mother is in attendance for most of these.  She can’t even get Hawkmoth to send an Akuma her way.  When she tries, she gets a message/scolding to take this virus seriously.

Alya: She’s not doing so hot, better than Lila but she is struggling.  She’s hunkered down with her sister and thing escalate quickly from there.  All normal methods of stress relief are thrown out the window on the first day.  Nora can’t train, Alya can’t hang out with her friends and the twin are mini tornados in their own right.  By the end of the first week, Mr. Cesaire is just about ready duct-taped their bedroom doors shut for a moment of peace.  It’s bad enough that this virus is out of control but top that off with all four of his daughters being confined to their apartment and his wife struggling to keep her job afloat.  The breaking point has be reached.  When one of Mrs. Cesaire's staff workers gets sick, things get real for the family. Mrs. Cesaire is quarantined and isolated for her family for a solid two weeks.   This ends up bringing the girls closer together. They put aside their bickering and work together for ounce.  Nora does a lot of the cooking, Alya helps with the cleaning and the twin do what they can.   Together they find why to make both of their parent's smile and brighten both of their days. As for Alya’s blog, she switches gears and temporally becomes a virus watch blog.  She doubles down and finally; fact checks things to bring her followers information on the virus and not just here say.  By the time the whole Lila mess goes down, Alya is starting to come to her senses.

Nino: He doing pretty alright. He ends up working on his music and even does some Tik-Tok videos with his brother.  He misses being able to see everyone but understands why he can’t. Nino talks to Alya daily and tries his best to help lessen her arguments with her sisters. (He’s just thankful he and Chris get along so well.) He also talks a lot with Adrien and tries to help his bro out with some music therapy sessions. Both of his parents end up working from home during the mandate, which puts pressure on Nino to help out more around the house.  Surprisingly he finds it quite relaxing to do housework.   He ends up rearranging his room to accommodate his music better, sets the kitchen up for quick lunches when his parents need a break and even stages a mini theater in their living room for plays.  Turns out Chris likes musicals and Nino is all for help his little bro find his talent.

Rose: She gets sick. Nothing life-threatening but she still mangers to catch the son-of-a-bitch virus.   Rose ends up getting the virus when running earns for Lila. At the beginning of the mandate; Rose tries her best to spread joy and to helps where she can.  She posts daily self-help videos, sing-a-longs to lighten everyone’s mood and art projects with positive messages.  When she hears that Lila has gotten “sick” Rose springs into action.  She becomes a whirlwind of positive energy and dedicates herself to helping her “friend”.  This results in her getting sick instead.  When Juleka finds out she heartbroken (and super angry at Lila who isn’t even sick.).  But true to Rose’s nature, she still finds ways to lift everyone's spirit.  During her entire quarantine, Rose post daily vlogs about her progress and health.  Prince Ali, immediately sends over the best doctors he could spear to help poor Rose. She ends up turning them away but she does suggest that they visit the local hospitals for support.  She ends getting pretty sick for a short while, thankfully it passes quickly and she back to normal by the end of the spread.

This ends part 1.  Part will be up shortly..... just as soon as I grammar check it..... Like I said, I was board and I’m getting tried of the “whoa is me” attitude on the news and social media.  I prefer the more up lifting attitudes of people spreading joy and love during this dark times. (P.S. I’m basing this off of what currently occurring in the U.S. I think Pairs followed Italy example but feel free to correct me) Feel free to add in your own ideas.  And remember; we’re all in this together. 

Enjoy!

[elesianne]

A Silmarillion fanfic, chapter twenty-three

Chapter summary: A long summer is spent with Tuilindien’s family.

Rating: Teen and up audiences; Chapter length: ~4,400 words

Chapter notes: After a ten-month break I am finally able to post a new chapter full of love and fluff, and to announce that I have all of this fic written now! So no more long breaks. There will be two chapters after this one, and I intend to post them both about a week apart.

Tuilindien uses modern phonological terminology from our world in this chapter. No doubt Tolkien’s language-loving elves had their own words for things such as phonemes, but as I don’t know those, I ‘borrowed’ from our world. The differences in the speech of Fëanáro, other Noldor, and the Vanyar are discussed in the Shibboleth of Fëanor.

As you may remember, vanimelda, 'beautiful beloved’ or 'beloved Vanya’, is Carnistir’s favoured endearment for Tuilindien. Fëa = spirit, hröa = body.

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Chapter XXIII // A summer on the plains

Next summer on Taniquetil  

'Carnistir! You’re finally here.’ Tuilindien runs into his arms as soon as he dismounts. Varnerocco snorts and stomps beside them, startled, and that is the only reason Carnistir doesn’t swing Tuilindien in his arms right now and keep her there.

Instead he embraces her quickly and kisses her quicker before telling her, 'I need to stable this impatient creature, Tuilë, and then I will show you how much I missed you too.’

Tuilindien giggles as she shows him to the stall reserved for Varnë. 'It was a long winter’, she agrees. 'I am glad that you could come here for the summer. If you didn’t come, I would probably just have hopped on my horse one day and ridden to Tirion without even packing anything.’

They smile at each other over Varnë’s broad back.

'Snowdrop was around just a moment ago but he slipped off somewhere’, Tuilindien chatters as she helps Carnistir brush down Varnë’s sweat-damp coat and shows him where the tack room and feed are. 'Lirulinë and Alcarno are gone too, have been for a week – they went to my grandparents’ estate early as Lirulinë was beginning to feel tired and wanted to have the travelling done with before the last weeks of her pregnancy. Cirincë has been expecting you, though.’

'She has?’ Carnistir is a little alarmed by that.

'She has made a drawing she wants to gift to you. She has turned out to be much more lastingly interested in art than we thought she would be. It might be her vocation.’

Carnistir has to keep pushing Varnë’s head away when she tries to come eat her oats before Carnistir is done measuring them into the manger.

'And why has she done a drawing for me?’ he asks once that struggle is over.

Tuilindien smiles at the question. 'Cirincë has been gifting her drawings to everyone in the family. You are the only one who has not received one yet.’

'Oh.’ It must be a good thing, then. To be included among family by Tuilindien’s little sister. 'What is the drawing of?’

Tuilindien blushes. 'Me.’

'That might also be the reason for her wanting to give to me.’ Carnistir pats Varnë on the rump as a goodbye, dodges the half-hearted kick she gives him in return, and gets out of the stall to finally embrace Tuilindien like he wants to. She melts in his arms.

'You grow ever more sweet every time I see you’, he mumbles into her hair. He likes that she has it down, unstyled, and he likes the simple dress she wears, with its wide sash and light teal colour.

'You have cut your hair’, Tuilindien says as she runs her fingers through the shoulder-length windswept mess of it. The ribbon holding back had flown off somewhere on the mountain path.

'It was getting too long.’ He doesn’t like it when it grows long enough to cover his shoulder blades. There is something unpleasant about that sensation.

Tuilindien sighs happily. 'I am so glad that you are here for the whole summer, Carnistir. It would be very difficult to give you up soon.’

'As long as I don’t receive word that Curufinwë and Findaráto have collapsed our house, I am not giving you up before the harvest festival.’

Tuilindien pulls back from his arms. 'Findaráto? What does he have to do with the house?’

Carnistir wants to smack himself. 'I didn’t tell you about that in my letters, did I.’

'No.’ Tuilindien takes his arm and leads him out of the stables. 'You can tell me all about it over food and wine. You must be hungry and thirsty after the long journey.’

'There is not so much to tell.’ Carnistir is tired of everyone making such a fuss about him doing something together with Findaráto. He tries not to speak too testily to Tuilindien, though. 'He heard that I was building a house and he came to the worksite and asked me if he could participate in the work’, he summarises for her.

'That may be what happened, but there must be more in the background of it all.’ Tuilindien opens the door of her family’s house and leads him inside. Spotting a maidservant, she orders for wine and a hearty snack to be brought into a sitting room.

'Dinner will be soon’, she tells him as they make their way to the sitting room. As in most rooms of Tuilindien’s home, the stained glass windows throw colourful shadows on the floor, but they are situated so that people sitting around the low table at the end of the room are spared from being thus colourised.

Carnistir studies the window while he tells Tuilindien, 'Findaráto had heard that I’d designed a house with both Noldorin and Vanyarin influences and that intrigued him, he told me, because of his own mixed heritage. He is working towards mastery in stonemasonry and needs to gather more experience but Tirion, you know, is already very built up and there are not many completely new buildings being built. That added to his interest in our house, I believe.’

Carnistir huffs. 'Or perhaps not. He did not tell me that. Perhaps he approached me more because of our kinship. He is strange enough that he might think it a desirable thing to work with his cousin even if that cousin has never liked and has never masked it very well.’

'Yet the cousin agreed to work with him?’

'Well, he works for me. I have more experience with building design and construction and stonemasonry – he has spent much time with his mother’s kin, learning their trades.’

'I see’, Tuilindien says, though it seems like she doesn’t, not quite.

Carnistir is thankful that Tuilindien doesn’t pry more about why he took Findaráto on. Everyone else has, and he is tired of giving explanations.

It doesn’t seem to be enough to try to get along with people; it seems he must tolerate fussing and teasing about it as well.

'He works hard and learns fast’, Carnistir says. It is not an explanation for his actions, just an observation he hasn’t shared with anyone before.

'And how does Curufinwë get along with him?’

Carnistir cannot help but snicker. 'Very badly. Curufinwë has only stayed on because he is too stubborn to give up because of 'that blond pest’, as he calls Findaráto.’

A smile tugs at the corner of Tuilindien’s mouth. 'I hope they won’t collapse the house by some disagreement.’

Carnistir laughs. 'They both are too proud and ambitious for that, luckily. And the foundations are ready already, and they are strong.’

*

They spend a week in Tuilindien’s home on Taniquetil. Carnistir is given a bedroom on the other side of the house. He isn’t certain whether he should be insulted by that. On one hand, it might be Tuilindien’s parents’ way of telling him that there is to be no sneaking from bedroom to bedroom at night. On the other, it is a very nice, large guest room, possibly the best in the house.

When they ride for Tuilindien’s grandparents’ estate on the plains, the whole household goes with them, servants included.

Cirincë rides the whole way on her own small horse for the first time ever. She wants to ride between Tuilindien and Carnistir and to point out to Carnistir all the 'sights’ that they pass.

Once they settle in the house that is too large to be called a farmhouse but has the warm ambience and unpretentiousness of one, Carnistir finds himself, for the first time in his adult life, completely at leisure.

Tuilindien’s family has no expectations for him, no work to do. He doesn’t have anything that he needs to study, or to plan, apart from correspondence. He worked hard, all his waking hours, all winter, either supervising work at the house or taking part in the physical work himself. If he wasn’t at the worksite, he was negotiating with tradesmen and suppliers or redrawing plans as issues in the original plans became apparent.

It had been the idea that by spending the summer with Tuilindien at her family’s farm, Curufinwë and Findaráto overseeing the continuing building work of his house, Carnistir would be able to rest.

But Carnistir finds that he rested enough already on Taniquetil, and after a few lazy, golden days on the estate, he is dreading the idea of many more weeks of them.

He has gone on walks with Tuilindien. He has gone riding with her. He has been shown very thoroughly around the vineyard, including the facilities and equipment used for making wine which he found very interesting. He has dined formally with the whole family, and on a blanket in the garden with Tuilindien and her little sisters. He has even written home to his mother, Maitimo, Makalaurë and Ambarussar, as well as Curufinwë and Findaráto for work reasons.

He has laid wholly awake at night because there is so much energy left in his body that he cannot slip to Lórien’s realm.

'I need to do something’, he tells Tuilindien in the morning after that night. They are having a private breakfast in the garden.

Tuilindien looks confused. 'What do you need to do?’ she asks.

'Anything. I am… It was very generous of your family to offer to host me for the whole summer just to have me lazing around and eating your food –’

'You are family too’, Tuilindien insists.

He takes her right hand and kisses the finger that holds his ring. 'In spite of that, it doesn’t feel right not to do anything. You’re helping your grandparents with the vineyard’s bookkeeping, and you work on your new treatise every night. And I need to do something for my own sake, too. I am getting restless in all senses of the word.’

Tuilindien’s smile over the rim of her teacup is gentle and understanding as she sips. 'What sorts of things would you like to do, Carnistir?’

'I noticed that the side door of the winery sticks a little. If no one has done anything about it yet, I can fix it, if I get tools somewhere, and do other similar things too. I can give Cirincë riding lessons to improve her seat. I want to learn more about winemaking – if I could follow your foreman around for a day or two…’

'There is not much being done this early in the summer besides trimming the vines. You will find harvest-time more interesting’, Tuilindien says. 'We can ask the foreman about it, though, and whether he can think of more work for you to do, if you truly want to work even though you don’t have to.’

Carnistir grins. 'I would much rather roll up my sleeves and get my hands dirty with physical work than laze around here, or go back to my grandfather’s court and stand or sit around all day just talking and listening and at best writing things down.’

'Very well then’, Tuilindien smiles. 'My family might be bewildered, but there is certainly work here that you and your strong hands can do.’

She blushes when she mentions his hands, and it is delightful to Carnistir.

*

Carnistir finds the vineyard’s foreman a very sensible person who, after looking Carnistir up and down and apparently coming to some favourable conclusion, gives him work to do every time he asks for it. He does some basic tasks such as fixing the door that require little thinking, and he learns some new skills specific to a vineyard.

He writes a letter about it to his father.

Together with Tuilindien he instructs Cirincë in improving her riding and finds her an eager pupil, if not as exuberant as his little twin brothers.

He still spends time with Tuilindien, too, many hours every day when just the two of them do not much of anything together. He enjoys those quiet hours all the more when they are balanced by mornings spent at work.

Tuilindien takes him often, by foot or on horse, to those places where the rolling plains offer a beautiful, unobstructed view of the Two Trees.

Often they sit under a tree for hours, dreaming with or without words of the future or simply enjoying the closeness of the moment, one of them petting the other’s hair.

'You are going to miss them, aren’t you?’ He asks her one day. 'The Trees. Having them so close and so bright.’

'I am.’ Tuilindien, resting against his chest with her gaze on the Trees, sighs. 'I cannot help it. I love their light this close and though Tirion is beautiful and its brilliant whiteness makes it glow with a light of its own, almost, it is not…’

'It is not the same.’

'It is not the light of my childhood.’ She turns around in his lap and puts her hands in his hair. 'I have left childhood behind, though, and leaving my people who live close to the Trees is another new phase in my life. Do not feel sad for me, Carnistir.’

'But –’

She silences him with a kiss. She knows by now just how to kiss so that he can do nothing but put his arms around her and hold her tight, kiss back, nibble on her lower lip to make her make one of her delightful little noises.

At a certain point they stop kissing, as they must always do until they marry one another. Tuilindien says, 'Your kisses have melted me’, and stays in his lap, head tucked against his shoulder. Her breath tickles in his hair.

She mumbles something into his tunic some time later. It is amusing but incomprehensible.

’Vanimelda, you must lift your head if you wish to speak.’

'Must I?’ Tuilindien gets off him just to lay down with her head in his lap instead. She looks up at him.

'I have been thinking’, she says.

To him, that seems an ominous beginning, especially coupled with the faint sense of anxiety he feels from her. 'Of what?’ he asks.

'I think I shall speak like your family, when we are wedded. Noldorin – the kind of Noldorin that your parents and your brothers speak.’

'My mother speaks otherwise when she is in the company of her own family only’, Carnistir points out.

'Otherwise regarding the merging of the voiceless dental fricative with the voiceless alveolar sibilant?

'Or as my father calls it, sá-siing. Yes.’

'Like your wise mother, I intend continue to speak with my family the way I have always spoken, too. But when I am in Tirion, I will speak the way that your father's… convictions have made your family to speak. Not because of your father’, Tuilindien stresses. 'Because of you. Because it is the way you speak.’

He cups the side of her face. 'If you have made the decision, why do you feel anxiety? Do you doubt it?’

'I do not doubt my decision.’ She turns her hand towards his hand, and closes her eyes. When she continues, it is in perfect Noldorin – and so similar, both in the speech sounds and in rhythm and intonation to the way Carnistir knows himself to speak that it is eerie.

'I am aware, though, that it will place me on the side of the minority among the Noldor, and across the divide from the kind and queen, who have recently adopted the change. It seems to me… awkward to make a choice which sets me apart from most of the people I am joining by marriage, particularly Finwë and Indis who have been so kind to me. But since the marriage is to you, I shall speak as you do.’

How can he reply to that but by bending down to kiss her?

It turns out that sideways, upside-down kissing is awkward too. It makes Tuilindien laugh and get up and straddle his lap again. It is their favourite position to kiss; their whole bodies close together, her face just a bit above his, making it easy to close the distance. Her long hair, when it is free, forms a soft golden curtain around them both.

He kisses her until he can feel the last of her apprehensiveness swept away in a sweet current of better emotions.

*

One hot, hazy day late in the summer Lirulinë has her baby, a little daughter. Carnistir gets to see her together with Tuilindien when the baby is only a few hours old. He has never seen a child so young, not even the Curufinwë or Ambarussar, for his mother was very exhausted after those births and Fëanáro stayed in their room alone with her and the babies for a whole day.

Lirulinë’s daughter has the same green-blue eyes as her mother and her aunt Tuilindien. Carnistir stands behind Tuilindien’s shoulder as she holds her, marvelling at the new life grasping onto Tuilindien’s finger.

It is far too easy to imagine that one day there might a child that looks much like this child with her eyes like Tuilindien’s and curly hair close in colour to hers, and that she or he might be theirs, theirs to love and to hold. Though, Carnistir thinks when a dash of sense returns to him, their child will most likely have hair much darker than this.

Though he hopes they will have golden-haired children too, against the odds.

'She is very beautiful and strong, Lirulinë’, Tuilindien says when she carefully hands the newborn back to its mother. 'I am very glad that I was able to be here to welcome her.’

Lirulinë just smiles in reply, settling the baby’s blanket better around her.

'We are calling her Aiwië for now’, Alcarno says from his place beside Lirulinë, beaming proudly.

'You named her 'little bird’ in honour of our family’s tradition?’ Tuilindien asks, clearly delighted.

'She is sweet like a fluffy little bird’, Alcarno says. 'It seemed a good way to name her after her mother.’

Lirulinë leans against the headboard and her husband for support, but seems to be in good spirits. 'It will be my role to give her a name that she will not be embarrassed by when she is a grown woman’, she says wryly, but her shrewd eyes are softer than Carnistir has ever seen them.

'It is a lovely father-name, and a lovely tribute to our family.’ Tuilindien goes to kiss Lirulinë’s cheek and the baby’s forehead and Alcarno’s cheek as well.

Carnistir is not jealous as he once would have been. This is a very special moment, even he can feel that, and he has come to know Alcarno and the relationship he has with Tuilindien. They have been friends their whole lives, and brother and sister by marriage for many years.

'Thank you for letting me see the baby’, he says to Lirulinë and Alcarno before he and Tuilindien leave to let them rest and become acquainted with each other. 'She is beautiful.’

Which is what Tuilindien said already, but how else could he describe something so wonderful as a brand new fëa and hröa, a dearly-wished-for child born to a loving family.

In the corridor outside Lirulinë’s bedroom Carnistir can only say 'I hope –’

And Tuilindien says, 'I know, my love, so do I. We will – in time, if we are blessed.’

They go for a long walk in the orchard at the back of the garden, hand in hand, in silence, among the scent of the ripening fruit and the sounds of busy insects and birds.

 *

When the summer draws to its end and the time for harvest arrives, Carnistir seems eager to take part in the work and learn more about winemaking.

'Do you want to learn more about everything that happens, or is there something about winemaking that has especially caught your interest?’ Tuilindien asks him early one morning when she kisses his cheek before he goes to join the pickers for the day.

Carnistir takes a moment to think. 'My father taught me to be interested in how things work, or how they are made’, he says. 'I never had much cause before to think about how grapes are turned into wine, but being here in a vineyard for weeks has made me think about it, and now I want to learn.’

'Well, my grandparents told me that they are very happy that you find their vineyard interesting.’ Tuilindien smiles. 'I will see you at lunch.’

'I like you in work clothes like this’, he says, sweeping his hand down the side of her old cotton dress. 'Even though you have to keep your hair hidden away.’

Tuilindien touches the kerchief she has tied around her head, her long hair carefully tucked inside it. 'It wouldn’t do to have my hairs mixed in with the grapes when I’m sorting them.’

They sneak in another kiss before going their separate ways to the morning’s work. Every adult on the estate takes part in the work during the rush of harvest-time, and older children help, too. They are busy days, but happy too, with jesting and singing making the work hours go faster.

Once most of the work is done for the harvest of the early varieties of grape, Tuilindien’s family as well as most of the estate’s workers leave as a great procession for the Holy Mountain, Taniquetil, for it is time for the harvest festival.

This time, Tuilindien and Carnistir celebrate the festival in the usual manner, if less exuberantly than some. Carnistir refuses to sing where there are strangers to hear it, and he only dances with Tuilindien – and with Cirincë, for she asks him to, and he seems unable to deny her anything.

Tuilindien loves him all the more for it.

They spend the festival with their families. Fëanáro has not come, as usual, but everyone else has. Tyelkormo asks Tuilindien to dance, for which Carnistir glares at him, but Tuilindien agrees because she wants to get to know all of Carnistir’s brothers better.

She doesn’t make much progress with that, though, because the dance Tyelkormo chooses is fast and lively and offers little chance for talking.

Maitimo approaches her next, asking her to join him, Makalaurë and Tinweriel in a dance requiring four dance partners. Tuilindien accepts gracefully though she is nervous that her dancing will fall short of the others’ grace.

All three are pleasant, genial company though, and Tuilindien is all smiles when she returns to Carnistir.

'Do you think Curufinwë will appear to dance with me next?’ she asks him, laughing. Her head spins from dancing and from the wine that is so readily available at this feast. She tries to fix the placement of her veil on her hair, but only makes it worse.

'Almost certainly not.’ Carnistir’s more steady fingers straighten the circlet and veil both, caressing the back of her neck as he tucks her hair under the silvery fabric.

'That may be for the best. I am becoming rather silly. Dance with me again, darling, please.’ She twines her hands around his neck and pulls him close.

'Right here by the food?’ he asks dryly. 'Let us go somewhere more private and I’ll dance with you in a way that my brothers certainly didn't…’

Tuilindien laughs in his ear.

*

The next day is the long-dreaded day of farewell. Tuilindien tries to make it a little less difficult for Carnistir by giving him something that will keep him preoccupied.

'I think this might be the best gift I have ever given you, though it is not a difficult comparison to win’, she says as she gives him the wicker basket that a serving maid just brought into the room.

He takes the basket. Small, pitiable mews can be heard from the inside and understandably Carnistir does not look very surprised when upon opening the lid he finds a kitten inside.

He looks delighted, though.

The kitten is jet black and has yellow, almost orange eyes, and she also has very many opinions about having been shut in a basket, for however short a time, which she expresses by continued mewing.

She quietens when Carnistir carefully lifts it out of the basket and into his lap. She sniffs the air instead and inspects his tunic by mouthing at it.

'She is old enough for you to take to Tirion with you. If you wish to, that is. You wrote to me in one of your letters that you wanted to have a cat once you settle down in your own home. That home is not yet fully built but I thought that you could use this little creature’s company while you finish it. Her mother is a stable cat and a famous mouser –’

Carnistir interrupts her by taking her hand though he has to let go of it again when the kitten tries to make an escape since she is no longer encircled by his hands. He pulls her back to the safety of his lap.

'Tuilë, she is a great gift. Where did she come from?’

'Our neighbour. I talked with her before we left for the plains for the summer and asked for one of the kittens her family’s stable cat was going to have. I fetched the kitten from her just this morning.’

'She is a gift long in planning, then.’ Carnistir smiles.

'She is, though I did not plan her to be black. I want you to know that. It just happened that every kitten in the litter is black, though only one of the parents is.’

Carnistir shrugs. 'Black is as good a colour as any other.’

'It is not because your hair is black’, Tuilindien stresses.

Carnistir bursts out in laughter. 'I didn’t think about that for a second.’

'My mother saw the kitten when I brought her over from our neighbour, and she asked me whether I intended on colour-matching all my gifts to your hair’, Tuilindien confesses.

The kitten startles at how hard Carnistir shakes with laughter at that. 'Feel free to do so if you wish, Tuilë, for I might not even notice.’

'I don’t wish to do it’, Tuilindien grumbles, but she moves to sit right next to Carnistir and lays her head on his shoulder, looking on while he gets acquainted with his new pet.

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A/N: In the next chapter, preparations for the future continue.

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Kim Taehyung x Female Reader (Platonic)

Disclaimer:  *Some of my fanfic will be “??? x Female Reader” others will be “??? x Male Reader.” As I hope to continue to write different scenarios, I will switch up the member x reader pairings. *None of the gifs are mine. Scenario:  You defend/save them from problematic or sasaeng fans

TW: Both y/n and the problematic fan will use harsh language and swear words.The fan/s will make a male rape joke. The reader will be bullied by fan (body shaming/ageism). After their encounter reader will be approached by a BTS management team member and because of their hypersensitivity to the situation and a language barrier a miscommunication will occur and reader will address manger harshly and swear.

You had always been self-conscious wearing your BTS gear in public. You were at least 10 years older than the eldest in the group and thought people might be judging you for being ARMY. Fortunately, you had made friends with other ARMYs that were over 30 (and still you were the oldest) and had decided to make a trip together to see your favorite boys in concert. The deal was that for the whole trip you had all promised to wear BTS stuff everyday so that no one would feel awkward about it; after all this was a BTS trip.

It was the night before Day 1 concert and you and your friends went to the local K-town for some BBQ. It was your first time with this food experience and you were excited because it was new. Your friends all settled on trying soju but you’re typically a beer drinker and so you’d ordered a beer. You guys were having a great time.

The table next to you were two teenagers or young adults and you heard one say, “I thought that fansite said BTS eats here when they come to town?”

The other chimed in, “Yeah, we’ve eaten here for 3 nights with no sign of them, we should ask for all our money back” and they laughed.

“Imagine if V walks in and finally sees me. I’m finally old enough for us to fuck. As of last month, I am of age.” You scoffed and the girls turned to you briefly, rolled their eyes and continued their conversation.

“Do we take turns or what?” the girls were now giggling like mad. 

“Sure. If he’s drunk or drugged it won’t really matter. He won’t know the difference”

“Inappropriate.” You didn’t even realize that you’d said it out loud until the girls turned to glare at you. 

“Excuse me?” one said.

You weren’t a person to be easily intimidated, so now that you had made the comment and they had engaged you in conversation, you decided to make your point clear and have this be a learning moment.

“You outlined a rape scenario about a stranger and I said that was inappropriate.”

“I don’t appreciate being kink shamed.”

“Oh, I'm not kink shaming. Rape fantasy and roleplay between consenting adult partners is one thing but unless you have a previous relationship with V, publicly expressing a rape fantasy staring him is not okay.”

“We were just joking.”

“That doesn’t make it any better.” You said. “You shouldn’t make rape jokes ever.”

In a move that was surely meant to embarrass you, one of the girl’s says loudly for other patrons to hear., “You’re just mad that you are an old, fat bitch and that no one in BTS would fuck you.” 

The neighboring tables and all the people at the hostess station fell quiet instantly while you maintained eye contact with the young woman. She had a smile on her face maybe hoping you’d cry or something but instead you pitched your voice low and said, “First of all, you are not a true fan of BTS because you only value them as sexual objects evident by the fact that the only reason you think an ‘old, fat bitch’ like myself would like them is because I want to fuck them. It doesn’t even occur to you that anyone could like them for their talent, their personalities, their dedication, their creativity, their artistry. You disrespect them by dismissing all of that and reduce Taehyung, your favorite, to a sex toy.

Second of all, you attack me for being fat and old because being young and thin is the greatest thing you see in yourself which is so superficial that it’s sad. If the only thing I valued about myself was my looks I might have been upset by your insults but I am a greater person than just my age and weight. I am a complete person who takes the message on BTS’s music to heart and so I love myself, my whole self.

Third of all . . .you’re a cunt.”

With that I turned back to my plate and continue my meal. Slowly the other tables got over their shock and also continued their meals while the two girls stayed quiet, eyes shaking as they tried to process what was just said. 

As one young lady took a breathe ready to let loose a response, the hostess came over and said to the pair, “Excuse me, here is your check. We are going to have to ask you to leave. We received some complaints from other guests.” 

“But she, -” 

“You have to go … now.”

A few minutes after the girls left, you excused yourself to go to the bathroom. Even though you had seemed composed you were a bit shaken up by the whole confrontation. As you waited outside the door two tall men approached you. You moved aside thinking they were going to go past you. Instead they stopped in front of you. One had long bangs covering his eyes and a face mask covering his nose, mouth and jaw. The other was about the same age as you has an aura of seriousness.

“We heard you defend Kim Taehyung and though maybe you wanted an award?”

“Are you fucking serious? I don’t need anymore shit tonight.”

The other man began speaking in Korean to his companion and they went back and forth a few times while you stood there waiting for an explanation or something. 

Finally the man said, “I used the wrong word. Mr. Kim would like to say thank you with a reward, maybe we can pay for you and your companions meals?”

“That’s not necessary.”

“Mr. Kim insists.” You assume the man in the mask is Mr. Kim. Your eyes narrow because you couldn’t see enough of his face to be sure.

“Are you Kim Taehyung?” you whisper. 

The man lowered his mask and you could see his face clearly for the first time. You gasp. It was Kim Taehyung!

In halting English Tae says, “I want to say thank you for defending me and saying all the things you enjoy about me and my brothers.”

“Oh, wow. Umm...thanks.”

The two men bowed towards you and you returned the gesture without thinking. The men turned and left and you returned to your table.

NAMJOON / JIN / SUGA / J-HOPE / JIMIN / V / JUNGKOOK  

MASTERLIST

[mercurygray]

I am sure you are SHOCKED but I would love a Henry/Emma story, or really anything Mercy Street. And hmm, perhaps with a holiday tradition like Christmas caroling or baking desserts.

@montanabohemian said:you should write some emmry! because i’m so predictable.

Anonymous said: A prompt for you if interested: Mary and Jed and a snowstorm

This was something I started before Christmas and never finished. And today’s as good as any to write about snow!

Stille Nacht - a Mercy Street Fanfic

It was unusual for a train to be this late.

But then, it was highly unusual for such a snowfall so early in the season, and when there is a foot of snow on every mile of track from the Berkshires to Boston, certain allowances have to be made, including four hour train delays. It could have been far worse; Henry Hopkins sat in his drafty train car and thanked heaven that it was only four hours and not four days, else he should have missed Christmas entirely. As it was, he would be only late to Christmas Eve, which was permissible, he thought.

It would be a welcome change, to be in Boston for the holidays. He had made the mistake of writing to Jed about his plans for the winter break between classes - a fireside and a good book and not much else - and the reply that had come back had almost been a marching order: Come to Boston or else. “Mary will not hear of your spending Christmas like a monk in a cloister, and begs me to remind you that you have not yet met Elias, who desires a new shoulder to spit up on, being exhausted of mine and his mother’s. We will not be a large party, so you may be called upon to perform grace, but apart from that,” Jed had written, in his blithe, unconcerned manner, “your primary duties will be the occupation of a hearthside chair, the consumption of Christmas pudding and port, one or two games of chess, and perhaps the entertainment of a very small child, if it can be fit in amidst your other onerous tasks.”

It was a cozy picture - and far preferable to two weeks spent alone in his drafty teacher’s lodgings with only the cat for company. Henry knew he would not be the only ‘stray’ at the Foster family Christmas table - Jed had already written of a visiting professor from Germany, and there were sure to be more.

He collected his case from the rack above as the train slowly screeched into the station, pistons and brakes hissing in the fog-filled twilight of the shed. The platform was a dizzying spectacle of humanity, porters and teamsters bustling to and fro around families trying to collect cases, wives waving their hellos and goodbyes, and a few black-coated businessman, trying to make a dash for the door. Henry made a beeline for the waiting room, the final figure of Dr. Jed Foster finally appearing near the doors, a jewel-blue scarf peeking out from his overcoat.

“Were you going to keep me waiting all night?” Jed asked, smiling irrepressibly.

“I thought about it,” Henry replied, his own smile just as free and easy. The two men shook hands and then embraced, laughing.

“Well, shall we go? I’m sure dinner’s a lost cause, but we may yet make it home for the midnight service at church, if you’re up for it.” Henry nodded, picking up his case again and following Jed towards the station’s exit and a nearby line of waiting black cabs, horses pawing at the pavement while their drivers sniffled in the cold.

Installing themselves in the nearest vehicle and letting the driver tap his horses away to Beacon Hill, Henry settled himself into what he hoped would be the last leg of his journey and took a good look at Jed. Married life and peacetime, it seemed, had changed him - there was a touch more gray around his hair, and in his beard, which was shorter than Henry remembered it at Mansion House. Was the war really two years ago now? It seemed so much less remote than that. The scarf was obviously new, and not in a color he thought Jed himself would have picked. And there was a certain…easiness in him now, a lightening of the shoulders and the spine that spoke of a willing partner to the day’s cares. “Fatherhood suits you,” he ventured.

His friend looked surprised to be found so. “Does it? I’ve been reliably informed it won’t last - in a few months the boy will forget how to sleep ten hours at a stretch and then, my friend, I think I shall be very sorry I ever clapped eyes on his mother.”

“But you like it, so far?”

Jed considered a minute, his thoughtful gaze turning, once more, to a grin. “He is…the tiniest thing, Henry. I know exactly what went into him, how he works and moves, and yet - every time I look at him I marvel.”

And Henry only smiled.

It was not a long way to Jed and Mary’s house - a flourishing practice and plenty of teaching work had left the Fosters amply supplied where their choice of lodging was concerned, and Beacon Hill was handy for the Common and the General Hospital, as well as the houses of the Boston Brahmins who formed the bulk of Jed’s private practice. There was a wreath upon the door of the Foster demesne, and in the window, one of the newfangled Christmas trees pressed its arms into the glass, the mirrored glass of its ornaments glimmering faintly in the light from the streetlamp.

“They may have already gone,” Jed offered, turning his key in the lock and letting the two of them inside. “What ho, the house!”

“We’re in the parlor, dear.” Henry smiled at the familiar voice, hanging up his hat, at least, and trying his best to leave most of the snow on his shoes at the door as Jed slid the pocket doors back and let Henry into the parlor.

It might have been a scene from a Christmas card - Jed in the role of Joseph, admitting one tired and slightly amazed shepherd into the stable to marvel at the newborn King, cooing in his mother’s arms as a visiting shepherdess looked on - another stray caught in for Christmas, no doubt. The room was dim, the only light a few oil tablelamps, at Mary’s elbow and on the desk, catching the spangled garland on the tree and sending flashes of light around the room. Mary looked up, smiling at Jed’s entrance, and the attendant friend did, too, and Henry’s heart skipped a beat, recognizing the face as someone who has seen a long-loved ghost.

“Miss Green!”

For so it was - the same bright eyes and slim smile, the same dark hair and trim waist that had invaded upon his thoughts so at Mansion House, all those years ago. And yet she seemed unchanged in loveliness.  

“Chaplain,” she offered, just as forthright as ever, holding out one white hand. “Or should I say Professor now?”

“Either will do,” Henry managed, taking her hand and shaking it, weaker than he wished to. It still beggared belief - her, here?

“I think my presence is a shock,” she said, smiling politely. “Perhaps Doctor Foster neglected to mention?” She looked at Jed, who looked suspiciously pleased with himself and gave a kind of apologetic shrug.

“Miss Green is studying at the Hospital,” Mary said, rising from her chair with the infant in her arms. “A somewhat unofficial course in nursing, but I expect they’ll standardize it soon, when they see the benefit that can be had from such a study. They’ve kindly agreed to let her off the ward today so she can spend the time with us. And this,” she said, turning so his head might face towards Henry, “Is Elias, who has been waiting so patiently to see you.”

“Hello there,” Henry said, glad of the distraction. “My apologies for keeping you up so late.” He offered a finger, gently stroking the infant’s cheek, and Elias stared at him in goggle-eyed wonderment, too tired or amazed to do anything else but blink and then, eyes fluttering closed, give one titanic yawn and turn his face away back to his mother’s breast.

“I think we may put him to bed before we go for the service,” Mary said judiciously, more to Jed than anyone else. “Sarah’s about, if he should wake up. But he’ll sleep, I think; he’s had a long afternoon flirting with Emma.”

The use of the word ‘flirting’ sent a frisson through the room, though whether or not it was intentional none could tell. Mary ascended the stairs to put the child to bed while the other three waited below in the hall, putting on hats and gloves to venture out into the night to church.

“Was it a long trip? From Williamstown?” Emma asked, the soul of politeness.

“Longer than it should have been,” he admitted, shrugging back into his winter clothes suddenly very self-conscious about the developing rip in one of his gloves. “May I?” He’d been  watching, transfixed, as she wrapped a muffler around her neck, at the same time reaching for her coat. She looked a little startled by the offer, but acquiesced, letting him hold the garment as she slipped her arms inside and tied her bonnet on.

Mary came back downstairs with quiet feet, letting her husband help her into her coat and shawl while Emma held her prayerbook. “He’s sleeping,” she said, to no one in particular. “He’ll be good for Sarah.”

The snow muffled the sounds of the city as they walked to church, streetlamps throwing a golden haze into the softness of the night. It was the kind of evening Henry had always pictured when the time for singing hymns like ‘Silent Night’ approached, though every good theologian could tell you Christ hadn’t been born in wintertime, nor was it likely there was a halo of snow around the manger where he’d lain. A patch of ice surprised Emma, and she gave a yelp, catching at his arm to keep from falling. “I think you’d better keep that,” he said, and her hands stayed where they were, wrapped around his coatsleeve, drawing the two of them closer together than he had  been to a woman for quite some time. Did he presume too much? Two years was long enough.

But she did not move her hands, nor was her closeness a burden to him, and in the evening chill, he felt himself grow warm again.

Ten steps behind and taking the road carefully, Mary watched the pair with bird-bright eyes and glanced pointedly at her husband. “You look like a cat who’s just gotten into the cream, dear,” she observed with a smile. “I suppose you think yourself quite clever, surprising Henry like that.”

“What, me?” Jed Foster put a face of pure innocence. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

His wife rolled her eyes. “Inviting Henry for Christmas and conveniently forgetting to tell him that Emma would be here.”

“I am entirely innocent of whatever you’re suggesting,” Doctor Foster repeated with a lofty air, though no amount of artifice could hide the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth. Mary nodded sagely, knowing full well what her husband was up to.

“Be gentle, Jed. That’s all I ask. They’re grown people who ought to know their own minds before someone else makes them up for them.”

They said nothing more on the subject for the rest of their walk, filing quietly into church and carefully taking their candles, four more lonely shepherds come to sing, and watch, and wait for news of the Christ-child. But Mary couldn’t deny that it made her own heart a little warmer to watch her two houseguests bend their heads over the hymnal, and smile in surprise at their shared harmony,  basking in the glow of the candles, the whole world around them warm with promise.

[arisa1kyne]

- Raindrops

Okay, first Time posting it here because it would be Way to long for Twitter. I`m by far not a good writer doing is out of Fun so no front.

+18 FanFic

Character:Eun Jiwon & You

See Mistakes, then pls take them (I don`t need them) Don`t like go on your Way

Everyone else ENJOY 

Work seems like don`t want to end, you are glad it finally weekend soon, only a little till you can walk out of here. The last call is done file in the folder and you make your Way out of the Building. Walking down your usually street, tired and Exhausting you keep on walking.

Out of a Habit ýou took out your phone to look if you have some missed Calls; 2 calls,1 Message, you usallly first look at the Message; it from Jiwon ; will wait, new game; only that few words. Uncertain what It means you decided to listen to the 2 missed calls, maybe one of them is from him. The first is from your Mum " Can you come Home from to Time. Call me if you get this Message, bye."still as ever, thinking I have always free Time, not seeing I work alot, I understand that She wants to see if I`m alright, but really I just was there last weekend. 

With that Thought you listen to the next missed call is from your Best Friend  "Hey, Besti. When do you have Time to meet up again. Stop being all over your Guy and join me, on a ladies Night!" You smile, but at the same you are so tired at the moment and just want to go home. You decide to call them Tomorrow, now it`s just too late anyway. Only these 2 missed calls , weird non of them was from Jiwon so what does that mean. Maybe really...you think...just as always a new Video game or so, anyway you will see him at Home and just ask about it.

It took around 30-45 Min with the public transportation and again, it makes you remember why you hate taking it, one weird person after another, crazy full, smelly you are just so glad to be home soon and get into a nice Bath to relax and forget the whole week. Finally, at Home, you open the Door, switched on the Light, nothing, you already forgot the message. You took off your Jacket, shoes and get into the living room to take a short rest before making your bath ready. You close your Eyes for a few seconds to just relax, a few minutes passed before you stand up and walk down your way to your closet, you grab the first things you see;way too tired to care what it is now.

You fill in the Water, making a nice foam bath, getting some clam music ready and hop right into that bath. As you lie down, dunking your head a bit deeper, that a bit of you hair is getting wet, you let Today Day pass by in your Mind again; Difficult colleague, mistakes, dumb people, weird calls and so on, as you finally feel a bit better you remember about the message from Jiwon again. "Weird" you think to yourself " why is he not here then?" then again "maybe something came up, and he had to leave" this happens a lot already so you would be surprised.

After a while you get out and took the cloths you did grab before and notice your mistake. It was something you would not wear if Jiwon was there, I mean not Today, since your mood is not so good. The last Time you meet with your friend you talk about Random and crazy Stuff just the usually, but that Time you did also buy that. You know how dumb it was to buy it, but yeah crazy Ideas one or two got into your head and that got out of it. You will not wear it, you took the bathrobe to cover yourself, leaving the bath. Going out still empty without a sign of Jiwon, well sure he is not here. You walked your way to the closet and this Time you took the right cloth. 

Now your hear the Passcode lock on the Door, great now, he really has a bad Timing. But it's really not the first Time he see you like that since you are together for over a year by now.

You hear his Voice "Hey, Are you Home?!Ashii, that Damn Rain" his Voice seems annoyed. Great so both of you are pissed off, what a Day. Let's try to make the Day not more difficult as it already is, just let the evening be good. You respond with " Yeah, just got out of the Bath. Where you at Work?" . 

Now Jiwon got Into the Room and you just saw he was Wet from Head to toe. "Ahh, no I mean yes but it was cancelled and the new Manger was just usless. Really all the Way to that place and then is a waste of Time and then it even started to Rain out of nowhere." Jiwon walk down to the couch still in a bad mood, but you are already lost for words. 

You got so used to see him in his usally cloth, this looks took you off gard.

You did not think seeing him like that Today. White wet Shirt, like you can see though it, the first 3 Botton unbottoned, with ripped Jens on the Top that his wet Hair, where little Rain drops falls down, your mind plays with you, tho Jiwon mind be super annoyed and pissed he looks hella good now. 

As your Mind starts to wonder you hear  "Hey, are you listening?"  These words brings you back again. "What? I mean. Yes, seems you also had a hard Day. But I though maybe you need a Towel because of the Rain" . 

Jiwon pulls on his Shirt just making it worst  "Let's just forget it. I`m not in the Mood to chance now. How was your Day? "

Really, like do he now how he looks now, you try your best to think of something eles; remembering the Message that he send. " Well, the usually thought Work was difficult this Week. But anyway what about the Text you Send me?"  Jiwon seems puzzled at first; it took him a little to remember it. "Oh, yeah it was of a Game you mind Like it too. It`s like WOW, remember you also played it in the past" Jiwon face light up while taking about it; you smiled; he sure loves games and you love that Side where his faces turn into a little Boy but to focus on that is really hard now. "Yeah,let look at it later. Can we chance into something different" a little softer you say  " You too, tho I like that look on you. You need to take care of yourself." as you turend back to the drawer.

"Right, wait what?" it took a while for Jiwon to understand but only seconds before you could feel Jiwon`s stare on your Body. Busy with looking for cloth for him you notice how Jiwon slowly stands up from the couch; hearing him walk closer, finding his Way right behind you; feeling his arms wrapped around your waist, moving closer to your ear. 

"Like that Look? Then just look more"  his Voice fully takes you in, making your Boday run down a shiver " You even can take them off and see more things to your liking ". The Tone in his Voice got deeper, seductively. He slowly turns you around makes you look at him and damn he look so freaking good.

Like it no even fair to look at good; making you kinda annyoed you reply  " You think I would not dare, wanna bet " 

Jiwon smirk " You can try but" he looks at you as he moved closer "I get you out of that faster" you could feel that Jiwon is also yearing for you.

With one turn Jiwon placed you on the couch; making your beathrobe a bit loose. "Because I like what I see here too" 

Jiwon slowly moves one hand to the side of your Neck; grabbing the back of your Hair; started leaving little hickeys, one after another, but slowly without much rush, softly and plesant like you were something precious lay you down. On such Times you could really feel how much he cared about you and wanted to make you feel good.

Your body started to gets this tingling feeling, everytime you feel his beath just before he laves the next hickey; making you want to have him more. The places he Touch started to making your Body tens up;as litte water drops from Jiwon wet Hair fell down on your Body,it startle and letting you shriek a little, making you instinvtively cover your mouth. 

"You seems quit sensetive Today"  he said that with a surely enjoyable look on his Face. It kinda makes you angry and shy about it, you started do undo the buttons on his Shirt one after another , while you at it you notice how Jiwon`s pants visibly tense up, as you wanted unszip it.  Jiwon looses the knot on your bathrobe and wonders with his hands to your waits; making you lose your action. Slowly finding his Way between you thight; today he surely want to have the upperhand; it seems. 

As he push one finger inside you, clearly you could not held in and let out a light moan; your body years for Jiwon and he obvious now that; sliding in another one and started to play with your clit, while he kissed you passionly. 

For some Reason your Body react way stronger then usally, feeling him all over you already.

Jiwon moves with his toung down your Body, you feel his breath; stopping a your chest, enjoying his sweet Time while still playing with you down there. Making you lose the last piece of sanity you have as you reach your climax. Still with a blurry Mind you hear Jiwon say " Did you enjoy it.". He cleary wanted a repons from you but all you could do was nod a little, from the concer of you Eyes you see him smirk. " Good. Let me have some of you too."

As your head is still spinning; he kissed you softly before he enters you , making you jerk a little bit. Slowly speeding up his movement hitting you exactly in the right spot; his Voice got rough and deeper, moving closer; you feel how he soon reach his Limit , but still make sure to make you feel good. 

You reach out your arms clinching him,his move increase and he also came. Slowly falling down on you at the end he gives you little kisses as he smiled.

[meowmeowninja-blog]

Independent || Queen FanFic||

Chapter One

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Watching my friend’s band, Smile, play instead of studying my business management is how I always spent my nights.

Sitting alone all in jeans and a shirt with a beer in hand, sitting on a busted stool chair in a loaded pub, listening to all the rude things people have to say. Two thirds of the band was great.

However, the one third, Tyler, was lacking the passion that Roger and Brain had. As there Official, official manger it was my job to make sure they sounded great. However, with Tyler still singing it made it every, every hard.

Once Brian and Roger started to pick up the pace and play a little bit of rock. The crowd start to whistle and cheer. I knew what I had to do to make them stars.

After Smile finished performing, I started walking to the car park to our van.

“Humpy Bong?” “Humpy Bong. Trust me it is going to be big,”

“Humpy Bong! You’re Joking,” “Don’t do this to us,” “Sorry,”

As I walked closer I heard the boys arguing with one another. Hearing the name ‘Humpy Bong’ I started to laugh like a mad women.

“What kind of name is ‘Humpy Bong’?” all eyes were on me as I learned on the side of the van “ The thing only you guys are going to be humping are each other,” I say walking closer to Tyler, Roger and Brain were trying not to laugh.

"Good one Lucinda," Roger mutters.

“Listen I don’t need to hear this kind form a bitch like you,” Tyler spat, picking up his bass guitar, Roger got up to hit Tyler but I put my arm out to stoop him.

“You’ll be sorry!” I yelled at Tyler “We’ll find a better singer and bass player and become the best band in this known planet!” I yell at his retreating form.

Pulling the jacket I wore closer, I sat down in the back of the van with my head in my hands the cool night air blowing my hair slightly.

“What are we going to do?” I think aloud “I think he was right about leaving,” Roger starts tugging his long blond hair “I have better things to do. I can give you their names,” Brian and I give Roger a disgusted look, while Roger took a huff for his cigarette.

A man came and stood in front of us “I enjoyed the show,” the mystery man said “Thank you,” Brain said as Roger nodded along “I’ve been following you for a while actually.

Makes sense for a Dental major,” he said motioning at Roger. “You’re Astrophysicist, aren’t you?” The man said motion to Brain “You’re business management,” finally motioning at me.

“Stalk much?” I ask weirded out, the man just gave me a smile. “Yeah…,” Brain trailed of ignoring my question, “Makes you two the clever ones,” he said talking about Brain and I.

Brain turns to Roger and gives him a smirk “Yeah it does,” “I… Umm… write songs,” The mystery man says digging into his pocket and pulling out a couple of small pieces of paper and handed me the paper I started to look over it while the others talked.

“This are pretty good,” I say aloud smiling at him “Yeah, will you’re five minutes to late,” Roger says “Our lead singer just quit," Brain says sadly.

The man starts to smirk “Well, you’ll need someone new,” “Any ideas,” Brian asks stupidly “Obviously, he means himself,” I think looking at Brain. What about me?” the man in the blue jacket put his hand on his hip and questions “Orr… Not with those teeth mate,” Roger laughs; I elbow him in the ribs and give him a glare.

The man nods sadly and starts to walk away “I know what I’ll do,” The man sings turning around, his black hair swaying as he did. “Where I go feeling,” this person actually was not that bad “I should be doing alright,” Brian looks to me and Roger as the man hits the high notes “Doing alright,” all three sang together. It sounded much better then when they sang with Tyler.

I knew I had to get this guy in the band.

They all start to chuckle “I know I was born with four additional supernumerary incisors,”he states“ More space in my mouth means more range, ”Brain and Roger looks amazed“ How you would like to join the band?” I ask snapping the boys out if there trance “I’ll consider your offer,” the man says coolly, and starts walking off. The guys and I share a glance before Brain starts to nod his head.

A look of realisation appears on his face “Err. Do you play base?” Brain asks “No,” the man replies bluntly still walking off.

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A/N: Hey! This is my frist Queen fanfic, Hope you enjoy it