people say i’m intense. i force myself to do that extra rep. i work with tunnel vision. there’s a difference between pushing a 200 pound weight, and pushing a 200 pound opponent - the opponent pushes back. i’m willing to push harder. and once i’m too tired to go on, the training begins. #nextchapter
((So I don’t really know how I feel about this. It kind of just came together because I really just wanted to write something. I’m doing that now, but this is a lot of ideas woven together. maybe too many. I’ll keep working on this later so it’s not just leaving people hanging. Enjoy?))
Arthur shivered as the warehouse came into view,
gripping his metal arm tightly. He heard the sound of gravel crunching beneath
the tires as the van slowed to a stop in front of the building, and he glanced
over the seat at the others. “Do we really have to do this, Vivi?”
She laughed in response. “You say that every time,
Artie. Of course! It’s our job to help the supernatural move on if we can, and
to take care of cursed artifacts and stuff. If we didn’t do it, who would?”
“No one. We’re the only ones crazy enough for
the job.” She made a shushing sound and bopped him lightly in response.
So, back at the beginning of time and space, @feynites told me that she wanted to read a Princess Bride AU of Solavellan. HERE IT IS. Or at least, the first chapter of it. This is going to take me a while. It is (obviously) LG themed, so look forward to seeing some more familiar faces in the future. ;)
Chapter One: True Love ~ The year Pride was born, the most beautiful elf in the world was a maid named Enadahl, who worked in one of the grand palaces in the kingdom of Arlathan. Tall and dark and willowy, it was agreed far and wide that she was the loveliest gem to ever grace the halls of Queen Sylaise.
Naturally, the queen was less than impressed with these rumors, especially when she perceived the king’s gaze lingering on the maid a little longer than she would wish.
Shortly afterwards, the maid was rather suddenly discovered to have stolen several of the Queen’s favorite jewels, and was promptly shipped off to work in a quarry for twenty years to pay for her crimes.
Enadahl’s fine willowy figure became hard and thick with muscles, her delicate hands rough and coarse with several layers of calluses. She eventually married a farmer, who had quite a fondness for her new shape, and needed another strong pair of hands to help her in her work. They lived happily together, but no one ever compared the former maid to a sparkling gem ever again, except, of course, her wife.
“Really it’s fine. I’m just a little under the weather and I don’t want it to get worse. I can still manage the bakery while you’re gone. It’s not a busy time of month anyway and you’ve already made all the orders!” She looked outside as the grey clouds outside shifted. “Besides, it’s still really overcast. It’ll probably rain again later, so I doubt anyone will show up for a while anyway. You two enjoy the rest of your vacation,” Marinette said into the phone. She listened to her parents response and laughed lightly, ending in a little cough that she told them was because of a cold rather than because her side hurt. “I love you too. Happy Anniversary! Tell Mom.”
The next time an akuma attacked Paris, Chat was a completely different person. His movements were quick and precise. He was no longer distracted. He and Ladybug moved together like a well-oiled machine and before they knew it, they’d managed to defeat their enemy in record time.
“Oh, Tikki… what am I doing?” The small kwami flew over to the girl who was currently leaning over the kitchen counter with her head in her hands. The kitchen was a mess, covered in various ingredients and utensils.
Marinette and Chat Noir were sitting on Marinette’s couch, enjoying a bit of breakfast as they watched Saturday morning cartoons on the television. Outside the storm from the previous night continued, dulling the windows to a dark, wet gray.
How could he have been so oblivious? How could he have never noticed before? It was excruciating. Unbearable. Unbelievable! How could he possibly have been so oblivious to the presence that was Marinette Dupain-Cheng?