As always, I’m very sorry about the delay (2015 must be the year I deliver birthday presents very late) but I hope you will still enjoy this married MakoHaru comic through their live because I know you appreciate domestic/married MH as much as I do (*ﾉωﾉ)
I’d have loved to draw the whole poem but, too long, not for me ;_;
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@minimoonstar replied to your post: Aw i’d’ve liked to see vamp Mischa XD;
Oh, well, just for you!
A very belated birthday present? XD;
With the disclaimer that the fic as a whole will almost certainly die a WIP due to lost momentum, here’s a fragment of the shoujo manga sequel to “Terroir.”
They met, at Mischa’s suggestion, by the piano at Nordstrom. Will nearly turned and fled before making it through the double doors. Between work, hiding at home, and dinners with Hannibal, he’d nearly managed to insulate himself from the oncoming holiday, but in a department store there was no escape. He had to dodge a relentless stream of shoppers–some of whom looked as haggard as he felt–and circumnavigate a display of stylized reindeer clad in garlands and Burberry scarves.
Summary: Colonel Edward Elric is pleased to have snapped up the
latest alchemical genius to join the military, but for reasons more than
his abilities. And though Roy Mustang may be a looker, he’s got an
adorable awkwardness to him that Ed just wants to…
Well, eat up.
VERY VERY VERY VERY BELATED BIRTHDAY PRESENT FOR MY DARLING @gettibucket THAT TOOK FOR GODDAMN EVER TO FINISH BUT I HOPE U LIKE BB!!!!!
Ed chewed on the end of the pen,
the words vaguely penetrating his concentration as he stared at the
capelet obnoxiously obscuring his vision. His eyes narrowed slightly,
and he wondered, if he asked to borrow it…
finally tore his eyes away from that regrettably covered ass, removing
the pen from his mouth and dragging his gaze over to Havoc, grimacing.
glanced in the direction that Ed had just been ogling, raising an
eyebrow and lowering his voice. “Could you be any more obvious?”
Ed deadpanned back, utterly unrepentant. “Have you seen him when he
talks to me? I haven’t seen someone trip over their own two feet so
much since Elicia was learning to walk.”
For my wonderful and @solbabydraws. A very belated birthday present but still I hope you like it my dear, this only means your birthday gets to last longer! I hope you liked it dear <3 I couldn’t have posted this fic without the help of @scriptorsapiens@quietlykeen and @somethingmorecreative1 who are the reason this fic has proper grammar and makes sense. You guys are a the real MVP.
Des yeux qui font baisser les miens Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche Voilà le portrait sans retouche De l’homme auquel j’appartiens
The November sun was hiding behind the clouds, making the sky look grey and sad, but Annabeth was feeling everything but grey and sad. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, taking in the mix of the different smells around her: flowers, pastries, coffee, and so many more that she could not identify. The strongest of them all was the smell of the ocean. Which would have been out of place in the middle of Parisian market, if it wasn’t for the boy, man, standing next to her and holding her hand. Annabeth opened her eyes and looked at her boyfriend, who was currently checking the selection of vegetables in front of them, and couldn’t help but smile. They were in Rue Cler, one of the oldest street markets in Paris. Percy had wanted to buy fresh ingredients for dinner and Annabeth had been more than happy to take him to the market. It was a way for her to show off the city she had fallen in love with.
She was currently studying abroad, spending the first half of her junior year of college at the University of Kent, in Paris, while learning all about the architecture of the city. She had been in the city since late August, and she have been loving every moment. They only thing she hadn’t really been loving was being away from Percy. This had been the longest time they had been apart since she got him back after Hera kidnapped him. And while they were finally getting better, their PTSD finally as controlled as it was going to be (she still had sessions with her therapist, but now it was once every few weeks and it was mostly for control) she had missed him. Missed waking up next to him, something she had gotten accustomed after they had move in together during their sophomore year at Cornell and Ithaca.
A few days ago Percy had surprised her at her apartment door, jetlagged and tired after a 7 hour plane ride but ready to catch her after she had decided the most appropriate response was throwing herself at him. He had somehow managed to steal a week away from college to go and visit her. Jason had already been flying to Rome on some official Pontifex Maximus business, and Percy decided to come along and stay in Paris while Jason took another plane to Rome. After all, the only way Percy could be on an airplane was if a child of Zeus was on it too.
A quick (and very belated) birthday present for @paintedrecs.
Just a little bit of Jack being an emotional wreck, er, “passionate,” during the summer after graduation. Hope you enjoy <3
Jack likes how much the snow can still scare him.
He remembers clearly the first time it ever did. A quick drive home from a New Year’s party as a kid, falling asleep in the backseat, with his father at the wheel and his mother softly murmuring to him in French. The wind picked up without warning, and the snowflakes got larger, and Jack remembers sitting up fast to stare between his parents’ shoulders out through the windshield at the darkness that was suddenly even darker.
Visibility extended for all of an inch beyond the hood of the car, and Jack remained on high alert the entire rest of the drive. Even if there was nothing he could really do. Even if, years later, he wonders if that lack of visibility wasn’t exaggerated by his young mind.
But any true native of the north knows to be wary of the ice as much as they enjoy it. Which is, honestly, the most balanced relationship Jack has ever had with… Well. Anything.
It keeps him grounded. It reminds him that the most beautiful and natural things are also the most dangerous.
Bitty is the most dangerous thing that Jack has ever allowed himself to face.
Bitty is also the most beautiful and natural thing that Jack has ever let himself succumb to.
“…Jack? Where are you, Sweetheart? Where did you go?”
Jack blinks and focuses back in on Bitty’s face on his laptop screen. “Oh. Uh, nowhere. Sorry. I’m fine.” He swallows. “Sorry.”