I meant to follow up my post about the happy bits of chapter
2 of OBSABH with… a post about the angsty bits. And I do want to, and I intend to, but then I couldn’t do it. Not yet
anyway. It’s all just too sad. So I ended up redirecting my
thoughts to a different matter, one which I’m sure is not far from anyone’s
mind… where is Viktor going when he
leaves his hotel room in chapter 9 and gets jumped by Yuuri?
So on a more lighthearted note… in no particular order here’s my list
of 20 places Viktor Nikiforov might have be going to on that fateful night (and
it is fateful. If he’d left two minutes
earlier or later, things would have been so different):
(I have put a cut here again because it ended up being long)
Happy belated birthday, @ravnesque!! Hope you’ve had an amazing day yesterday! Sorry that this is late, and also that it’s also probably such a mess with grammar and all, but I just wanted to give you something for your b-day ahh!! I’ll probably have to read it through later aka. when it’s not late at night haha, but yeah, hope you like this!! <3 <3
(Also just general disclaimer: I have no idea how much a manga costs in Euros/in France, but according to my quick research, I think 18-20 Euros is correct for two manga? Idk please correct me if anyone knows x3)
The bell chimed as a customer arrived, and, looking up from her book
with a friendly smile, Marinette greeted the new customer. “Hello! Is
there anything you’re looking for?”
The customer seemed startled at having been noticed so fast, and
mumbled something akin to “I’m just looking” as he continued further
into the shop. He was clad in a hoodie and wore large sunglasses. The typical
celebrity disguise from movies and anime. Marinette resisted the urge to raise
an eyebrow, but instead continued with her book.
After a minute or two, the stranger was back. “You wouldn’t happen
to have any comics, would you?” The timid mumble from earlier was
completely gone. Now his voice, while quite dark and suave, sounded somewhat
fake. Yet at the same time, it also sounded strangely familiar.
“Sure! They’re in the back, there’s an entire wall covered in
comics and manga there, shouldn’t be hard to find,” Marinette grinned,
pointing between some shelves to the back of the store.
The stranger seemed a bit taken aback, and blushed. “Thank you, kind
lady,” he said in the same suave, voice, doing a small bow in thanks as he
disappeared into the back again.
Now that Marinette thought about it, something about the stranger in
general seemed familiar. Was it maybe someone she knew? No, nobody she knew
went around dressed like that. Or talked in such a way for that matter. Maybe
someone from TV then? Despite the size of their store, there were actually
several celebrities who came to there quite regularly. Then again, they all
tended to act naturally, unlike this young man.
She heard a small gasp, and leaned to the left to see between the
bookshelves at her newest customer. It seemed he had finally found the back row
of comics and manga, which he seemed quite ecstatic about. She heard something
that sounded akin to hushed gushing coming from the stranger and couldn’t help
but smile. There was a reason why their book store was one of the favorites in
“You have the newest volumes of Yona of the dawn!!” The stranger was suddenly in front of her
again, fake voice forgotten in his excitement. Marinette was almost certain
that if this stranger had had a tail, he’d have wagged it back and forth in
Marinette giggled. “Yes, we get all the manga faster than the
other book stores because of my family.”
“Woah, and yet I never knew about this place until today,”
the stranger said, astonished. Then, it seemed as if he remembered something,
and he coughed rather awkwardly. “Uh… I’ll take these then,” the fake
voice was back, to Marinette’s continued amusement.
“Alright then, that’ll be 18 euros, please,” Marinette said,
not able to hide her smile at the changing behavior of her customer. He blushed
again as he paid, staring intently down at the bank terminal. Putting his two
books into a plastic bag, Marinette held it out for him to take.
“Thanks,” he mumbled, awkwardly putting away his wallet before taking
the bag. He was about to walk over to the door, but seemed hesitant. The fake
act seemed to have disappeared once again. “Do you.. mind if I stay a little
longer? Someone was following me, which is why I came in here in the first
“Sure, this is a book store after all, look around for as long as you
want,” Marinette smiled gently. She knew that that was how the celebrities that
were now regulars had found their store as well. “Oh, there’s also a small
reading room with some couches out that door,” Marinette pointed to a door to
her left. “If you want, you can read your manga there, then leave later.”
“Really?” Marinette nodded. “Wow, that’s really nice. Thank you! A book
store with a reading room…A bit weird but at the same time really fitting,” he
mumbled the last part to himself as he walked over to the door and disappeared
Marinette couldn’t help but look after him as her weird, but cute,
customer walked away. There was this familiar feeling hanging over it all, but Marinette
still couldn’t quite figure out just where she knew him from.
Several customers came and left; some of them were new faces to Marinette,
other were old regulars which she happily chatted away with as they looked over
what new books had arrived or which book they wanted to read. After an hour had
passed, Marinette finally decided that she had to go and check up on the
customer from earlier. Walking into the small reading room, she found him
splayed on one of the couches, face resting on top of one of the new manga he’d
bought earlier. The hoodie had slid halfway off his head to reveal messy blonde
locks and a young face with dark circles underneath his eyes.
Marinette instantly recognized him, almost giving a little squeal as
she did so, but stopped herself. He seemed worn out, so instead she left the
room again and said to any customer who asked about it that the reading room
was closed for the day. This was nothing new as they had let people use it
several times before, both celebrities and regular people who needed a nap or
some peace. Her father called it their safe haven, and had said that it was
just as important for them to use as it was for them to share it with other
people. Marinette had used it once herself, but usually just used her room instead
as that was just as quiet and secluded.
Half an hour later, the new customer came outside again, yawning as
pulled the hoodie over his head again. The sunglasses were already in place,
hiding whatever grogginess his eyes might have displayed.
“Sleep well?” Marinette couldn’t help but ask when she saw him, which
once again made him blush.
“Yeah, sorry about that. I didn’t mean to fall asleep in your reading
room,” he shuffled his feet, looking away from her gaze.
“Don’t worry about it, you’re not the first one,” Marinette smiled,
hoping that he might feel a little more at ease knowing that. “Also, if you
want to, you can come back here again and have a nap. We don’t mind.”
The stranger turned his head towards her again. “But you don’t know me.
Why would you let a stranger sleep on one of your couches like that? I could
“No, you couldn’t,” Marinette found herself saying, somehow knowing
that this stranger wouldn’t do anything to harm her. Well, except maybe accidentally
knocking a bookshelf over in his excitement. “And excuse me for saying this,
but it really looked like you needed that nap, so feel free to come again at
any time, Mr. Agreste.”
The stranger, Adrien Agreste, already a famous music artist despite his young
age, looked astonished at her. “I’m sorry, when I went to check on you, your
sun glasses had slid off, so I recognized you,” Marinette quickly apologized, a
smile playing on her lips. “Though if I might say so, I don’t think the ‘movie
celebrity disguise’ works, at least not for sleeping on couches.”
Adrien Agreste was quiet for a moment, and Marinette wondered if she
might have gone too far, but then he chuckled. “I guess you’re right, maybe I
should use swimming goggles next time.”
“Please don’t,” Marinette laughed as well. “Then the disguise definitely
wouldn’t work.” They both laughed. “But, as I said, feel free to come by if you
need a breather or a nap. We always have some room to spare if you need it.”
Adrien removed his sunglasses. “What’s your name?”
“Thank you, Marinette, that is really kind of you. I really appreciate
it,” Adrien said and smiled, which in turn made Marinette blush.
“N-no problem!” Marinette stuttered.
“We’ll meet again then, my lady,” Adrien said, still smiling, as he put
on his sunglasses and turned to the door.
“Have a n-nice day,” Marinette said automatically, still blushing. When
he was out the door, Marinette sat down on the chair behind the counter. Weirdly
enough, she was used to deal with celebrities, just not celebrities at her own
age. And it seemed Alya was right about him, for once, he actually was even
cuter up close.
a/n: just a short one ‘cause I watch PMP too many times and had to do it … in other news, because of this, I’m going to be late for work and I just don’t care :)
‘Walking in Memphis’ thrummed in her ears, the words
echoing through her brain as her foot shook in rhythm and her fingers tapped
the table. Looking from Cher on stage to the dancing, happy figure in front of
her, she couldn’t help but smile, her face lighting up enough to rival the
spotlights sweeping the crowd.
Mulder, enjoying their surreal world for the moment,
discarded his trepidation at fucking with the universe and reached across the
table, slipping his hand swiftly under hers, palm meeting palm, fingers sliding
under her skin and against table to surprise her, confuse her as to why one
beat she was touching cheap Formica, then next, calloused Mulder hand.
But the look she gave him made him giddy – honest-to-God
giddy – the oddest jump in his inhale making his grin spread wide, involuntary
muscle contraction making for what could possibly have been the goofiest
expression in the history of the world, one that told every other living soul
in the building that he couldn’t be more happy if he tried.
Cher may have thought he was smiling because of her
singing, her performance, but Mulder, in great seriousness, couldn’t have cared
less who she was at the moment.
He was holding Scully’s hand.
And there was absolutely no reason to stop.
If he could help it.
Then, he wasn’t holding it anymore, instead helping
their suspect stand, move towards his idol, approach his unapproachable.
Hanging one second out in the open, Mulder realized his own unapproachable was
within heartbeat’s distance and hanging his head in seventh-grade boy fear, he
extended his hand in her direction, letting his demeanor ask her what his mouth
hadn’t yet formed.
And then she reached and stood and moved and leaned
and my God, gave him a smile to last the ages, burned into every part of him,
eyes, brain, soul, fabric of space and time … pressed against him, hand in
hand, hand on shoulder, hand on side …
Hand itching to pull her closer than physics allowed
but settling for material against material, promise of flesh on flesh a mere
planted grain of an idea in the unconscious mind of one Fox Mulder …
As well as one Dana Scully.
He could have danced with her forever and a day but,
as with all great things, eventually, the end arrived and Cher finished her set
and they loaded their euphoric criminal back in the car. The steady stream of
appreciation and thanks bubbling forth made Mulder laugh, telling him one last
time that it was the way the story was supposed to end and he was happy to have
been a part of it … they were happy to be a part of it.
Finally quieting as they pulled back onto the long,
dark road, Scully noticed a few minutes later that their ‘monster’ was sound
asleep in the back seat, curled on the cracked vinyl, arm cushioning what the
cheap foam did not. Turning her eyes in Mulder’s direction, she cocked her head
for a second, wondering if it would be wrong to ask him to dance with her again
someday, to hold her like he had, make her feel like she did.
Reaching over, she removed his right hand from the
wheel and laced her fingers with his, settling the twined set of them on the
console between, where she could see it and he could see it and she could hope
that, one day, he’d remember swaying with her in time to the music on a warm,
spring night in the middle of nowhere.
Mulder gently squeezed her fingers, hoping that was
answer enough that he would remember forever.
Prior to their departure from the hotel, Kent’s
first act of business is to Google something on his phone. He won’t let Alexei
see what it is.
“Fuck yes!” Kent exclaims. When he looks up from the
screen, he’s grinning. “Okay, we’ve got some hours to kill. Will you be warm
enough walking around outside in just a shirt and jacket? Even at night? It
gets cold up here.”
Alexei looks down at himself. “I’m Russian.”
“Yeah, and I play ice hockey and grew up in New
York, and I can’t fucking stand the cold. That’s why I’ve got three layers on
and I’m grabbing a jacket before we go.” Kent gets up from his chair. “So?”
Alexei gets up, too. “I’m okay. It’s warm jacket.
Where we go at night?”
“That’s for me to know and you to find out.” Kent
goes to his closet to fish out the aforementioned jacket, which he ties around
his waist like it’s 1995. Alexei would chirp him but it’s too fucking cute.
Kent heads for the door but Alexei hangs back,
looking around the room. It was mildly messy when they came in but now it’s
kind of disastrous, with the beds further rumpled from people sitting on their
edges and all the available trashcans filled up with leavings. The delivery
bags have been rolled up and stuffed inside each other, along with the
discarded pie and quiche tins.
“Housekeeping will get it,” Kent says.
Alexei still cringes at the mess, but he goes with
Kent, who checks for his keycard before closing the door behind them.
Outside the hotel, all is quiet. Alexei doesn’t see
anyone with cameras hanging out in wait.
“Probably stalking the Falconers,” Kent says, and
hails a taxi.
Dean is in one of those moods. He’s fidgety and noisy and goddammit, Sam feels like living with a giant, wild five-years-old who is super high on sugar and won’t calm down until he got what he wanted. He honestly can’t stand it for too long, and for a few minutes Sam considers taking his big brother to a daycare or something– that would make him shut up or at least hurt his pride a bit.
It’s a sweet option, but Sam is busy, cataloging one of the storage rooms Dean should’ve taken care of months ago. It’s a wonder they’re not dead yet with so many supernatural crap laying around.
“Sammy, come on.”
“Dean, I’m busy–” Sam sighs, pushing a cursed, now harmless box aside. “You know, doing what you were supposed to do. We can go out later or whatever.”
Dean suddenly quiets down. It’s a small blessing and Sam can’t help but wonder for how long he’ll have some silence. Knowing his brother, it won’t be long enough–
“You sexy.” Sam knows what’s coming but he yelps in surprise anyway at the strong hand slapping his ass. “I’m way more interesting than this old crap.”
“This old crap can kill you in your sleep, and so can I. Hands off.”
Well, Dirk’s Moving Castle is now on ao3! Yay. I’ve been meaning to do this for some time now. I’m still going to post new chapters here but also over on ao3 now so yeah. You can find me as babyawkwardturtles on ao3. Here’s a link to my story on that site. Sorry that my ao3 is really bare right now sinceineverusedao3beforetillnow.
no seriously, i’ve fooled around with ao3 just to figure out how to use it. Herpderp it’s much more specific than ff. I’m learning though.
Anyway yeah, every time I update, I’ll post the new chapter and tell you guys here on my tumblr, alright? Yay. I think that’s the general drill of these things work…? Oh well.
I’m not happy with a lot of stuff so I’m stopping doing requests and fanfic for a while. I don’t know how long I’ll be on hiatus and I thank you all for being so patient with me before today but I just can’t do this anymore.
Sorry to everyone’s requests I didn’t get to. I still have them so maybe at some point I’ll write them. It’s just a bit much for me right now.
I hope you can understand and I thank you for your time
A/N: I apologize for the crappyness but I just came from Hong Kong to Brasil so a 49 hour travel from door to door. I chickened out of the one I intended to do and I mentioned before, I will try to put up a birthday special for our dear Simon Snow but I have a lot of family to see so the updates might slow down. Either way,enjoy!
Daphene had invited Simon and I to go camping along with my siblings and father, I was hesitant to agree at first as I didn’t know how Simon would react but once I talked to him he was all for it saying he had never been camping and it’d be a great idea to get to know my family more. So Simon and I went camping along with my family.
Mordelia and (Baz’s other sibling names) seem to be quiet fond of Simon, hanging of his wings and tugging his tail as we hiked up to the camping site. He looked like he was having just as much fun as they were he was laughing and smiling, I couldn’t help but admire him, trees creating shadows in his face as the sun shine through to his skin and his eyes were so vibrant. I was brought out of my thoughts by my father “Basilton, are you sure it’s…wise to bring along Simon Snow? Especially with those wings he has” I sighed my father still chooses to ignore the fact that I’m queer therefore he’s always complaining about Snow, as if he were a friend he’d prefer I stayed away from “Father we’ve already discussed this, Simon’s wings and tail have been charmed so normals won’t see them.” I call him Simon in front of my father just to piss him off really, but I wasn’t lying Bunce had found a spell that makes normals simply overlook his wings only seeing him as a boy while mages see the truth.
Once we arrived at the site, Snow seemed out of breath and the little ones were laughing as for them who do this on eve a month, it was. nothing more then a walk on the park. “Baz… What do we do now?” I suppressed a laugh at his state.
I’m not fucking fit, I never really was. Sure I could swing a sword for hours and run like hell is I needed to in a fight, but that was it all the things that would make me ‘fit’ was just adrenaline and the need to stay alive. Therefore I was heaving an panting by the time we got to the site, the little kids laughed and when I asked Baz what to do next I could see he was trying not to laugh as well before he answered “We build the tents of course” as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. I mean maybe it was for someone who has been camping before and knows what the fuck they’re doing. Either way Baz chose a spot for his and mine tent and threw me a bag in which I guessed contained the tent. I got it out of the bag and looked at the complicated pieces, how the fuck is this suppose to end up somewhat like a living space? This time I really did hear Baz laugh and I would’ve glared if his laugh wasn’t so adorable and if his father wasn’t watching of course. He walked over to me hugging me from behind, as he laughs in my ear I couldn’t help but smile. Baz loves doing gay stuff in front of his father which usually means the whole family as well but I don’t mind, the little kids giggle while Daphene pretends to be busy his father glares. “Simon, go get the sleeping mats and other things to set up inside while I put the tent up” I didn’t have to be told twice I got our bags which we had left near the circle of rocks which I was told was for the campfire. Baz had chosen a clearing al little further from the others more into the trees, I guessed it was because it’d be easier for him to hunt or he just wanted to be further away. By the time I dropped the bags the tent was up and Baz was already helping me take in the stuff. It was a three or four person tent so we not only had space for ourselves but my wings would t need to be as cramped up.
At night we had a campfire, Baz was hunting so I was left alone with his family meaning I busied myself entirely with the kids trying to avoid his fathers glare at all costs. Baz arrived just in time for marshmallows. “Who wants to hear a scary story?” He asked taking his seat next to me, the kids raised their hands faster than lightening all screaming ‘I do’ over and over as if it’d make a difference “long ago in these exact woods lived an old lady along with her two grandchildren. Mia and Lilly, identical twins loved to help their grandma get her food -” Baz was interrupted by one of his sibling (I think his name was jack) “Boring!” I wasn’t surprised when Baz sneered and with a stern voice replied “wait.” Before continuing with the story “they would go out into the woods looking for campers anyone really, they would go up to these people put on pouty faces and ask 'Please help us we’re hungry and need to eat’ now who would decline food to two lost and starving 8 year olds so when they said their yeses the two would show their true selves. Long silver claws, and scaly green skin with long pearly white fangs ready to attack, they would then jump ripping the poor people to shreds. They’d take the shreds to their sweet grandma who’s probably already boiling the water as we speak” there was a silence before Baz made a loud hissing noise while baring his fangs. Me, the kids and Daphene all jumped while his father merely flinched, I slapped Baz on the arm as he laughed at our reactions.
I helped clear up and said good night to everyone before reassigning to my tent.
I tried and I tried to sleep but I just couldn’t, there was something wrong, after an hour I figured it out. It was to quiet, I was raised in the city where it was never really quite and even at Watford I could still here the merewolves and naiads, after another bit of thought I got up and went to Baz’s tent “hey, hey Baz. Are you awake?” I whisper asked “what is it Snow?” He groaned sitting up, his hair was messy and his eyes only half open “I-I can’t sleep” I mumbled, he sighed “Snow the horror story was fake there’s nothing to wo-” “No, no, no. It’s not that… it’s just…it-it’s too quiet” he gave me a confused and I was about to just give up when he called me back “Simon. Come here, you can sleep here for tonight tomorrow we can figure something out” I nodded crawling in beside him and snuggling up to him, he put his chin in my hair and wrapped his arms around me, “thank you” I whispered before falling asleep to the familiar sound of Baz breathing and the comfort of his arms.
It’s possible that commonplacecaz is pulling me back into the world of Star Wars. It’s also possible that she did this suspiciously close to the one year anniversary of us becoming creative colleagues, and totally deserves something nice to go with this delightful fic celebrating the occasion.