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not me sitting in one place for 5 mins, listening to the car radio and then suddenly being inspired to write a bandit!Castiel & sheriff!Nath story

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Day of Forgiveness (OC x Lance)

a one-shot for @marytheredqueen with her Guardian. thank you for requesting me, and I'm sorry I took so long to bring it T-T

Words: 496

Mary's P. O. V.

The forest was quiet, the trees muting the noise of live from the HQ. I could only hear the sound of my footseps and quick breathing as I ran.

I had to take a little time off, concentrating on myself and organising my thoughts. I didn't expect to see Lance so soon after waking up, and the fact that Huang Hua hid him from me made my blood boil with anger.

I couldn't let my short temper get the worst of me, so I went to the forest to do what I could do the best: compete. The rush of adrenaline that racing against wild animals gave me always helped clear my head, and it also lifted my spirits whenever I felt down.

A Minaloo was running next to me, though the shock of me keeping up with it slowed it down a bit. I chuckled while bringing myself to a stop.

"You didn't think I could be faster than you, huh?"

"Well, it was certainly surprising, but it's not like I haven't heard of your power of mimicking animals before."

The Minaloo ran away, while I turned around quickly, facing...

"Long time no see" Lance nodded, with a kind of apologetic smile. "I saw you leave the HQ. You do know that you shouldn't be out here alone, right?"

I sealed my lips together. I still hadn't decided what to make of this situation, and I didn't want to act on impulse, regretting it later.

I shrugged.

"Yes, I know. I wanted to clear my heads a little. What about you? Are you mad because of someone as well?"

"Are you mad because of me?" He asked without hesitating. I looked deep into his icy blue eyes.

I couldn't read people like Huang Hua did, I couldn't see the regret and sorrow that he allegedly felt. I couldn't see his anger and hatred either on the other hand, even though I was used to those.

Maybe he did regret what he had done.

"I don't know..." I said finally, turning away from him and going back to the HQ.

The following days ran away fast, my main occupation being observing Lance. His behaviour changed a lot, I don't think I could have recognised if not for his appearance in the first place. I also spent a lot of time training with Jamon, who helped me see things differently. I always knew the importance of second chances, but he made me realise that everyone deserves it equally.

The mission-less days were soon over, with a smaller group of us getting prepared for our road to the mountains. I haven't talked with Lance since we met in the forest, but I knew I couldn't avoid him any longer. I sighed as I saw Koori and Mathieu bicker as they usually did, then shifting my gaze towards Lance himself.

This is going to be a long journey, that’s for sure, but at least we’ll have chance to talk.

Bodyguard (Kim x Leo)

yes, this is absolutely not the second day of December.... I have commitment issues, I'm sorry 😭 this definitely isn't my best work, but I wanted to let it out anyways, as I didn't have a really good idea in particular for this prompt

Dykecember day 2: bodyguard

Words: 696

When Crowstorm blew up overnight, all members were happy with their newfound success. 

Initially. 

However, they soon realized that fame is not without consequences: they had to change their daily routines, pay special attention to what they do in public, and deal with fans who were not familiar with the meaning of the word ‘privacy’. 

Castiel first considered it hilarious, then annoying. Then, he received (at his home!) a letter with a little vial for him to send back ‘a lock of his hair and a drop of his tear’ – the ingredients for some kind of love spell. This was the point when they decided that people will overstep their boundaries more and more often, so they need to protect themselves. 

Leo was the one to experience this kind of ‘love’ physically. She wanted to run some errands, when a group of teenagers suddenly appeared around her. They asked for selfies with her, and one boy wanted to put his arm on her waist, but ‘accidentally’ lowered it. 

Leo hired a bodyguard that afternoon.

---

"Sooo, this is it." 

Leo gestured around in her apartment, not really knowing what to add. The young woman standing in front of her (who insisted on simply being called ‘Kim’) started walking around, inspecting the doors, the windows, even the view of the street and neighbouring houses. 

“You’re taking this very seriously, I can see. Did you have to protect someone really important in the past?” 

“Oh, sure.” Kim stopped her examination to turn around, facing Leo. “I’ve worked for ministers, CEOs, and people whose title I can’t even tell you. Don’t worry, I will do my best to protect you. No one will die again under my watch.” 

“...again??” 

Leo was about to ask more, but she caught Kim’s smile while she turned back again. The rocker couldn’t help but laugh – despite Kim’s initial silence, she was starting to like her newfound bodyguard. 

“Well, that’s the least I expect. I can’t pay you if I’m dead. And hey, maybe you will even find me funny. Might motivate you to keep me alive.” 

“Oh, you need to work harder than that to make me laugh.” 

--- 

It turned out, she didn’t need to work harder. Whenever it was just the two of them, in a private setting (which happened more and more often as time went on), they behaved like ages old friends. Leo was an endless source of adventurous and fascinating stories, while Kim kept Leo grounded and motivated in more ways than one. 

One day, Kim decided to check out the Instagram page of Leo. This is not something that she hasn’t done before, but she still liked to scroll there from time to time. Leo’s page (as all other members’ as well, of course) was filled with posts about their upcoming album. They worked on it for a really long time, and it was supposed to be released in two months. 

Among the sneak peaks of the album’s cover and (muted) recordings from their studio sessions, a different post caught Kim’s eye: Leo and an unknown woman kissing. 

Kim sat up straight. How did she not notice this before? 

It was posted not long after they first announced the album. It was probably part of the campaign for it, but Kim couldn’t help but feel a little sting in her chest. 

Was she jealous? 

---

When she met Leo, a couple days later, Kim had already made up her mind. What she said on her first day was clearly a joke, but developing feelings for the one she’s supposed to protect could cause serious problems for them. 

When Leo opened her door, Kim didn’t hesitate. 

“This is the last time you see me as your bodyguard. I want to end my contract.” 

Leo didn’t answer at first. She was shocked. 

“Is everything alright?” 

“I-” Kim sighed, then shook her head. “I want to protect you, but I’ve realised that I have feelings for you that aren’t right. I will always be here for you if you need me, but I don’t think I should be your bodyguard anymore.” 

With that, she turned around, not giving Leo the chance to reply. 

Dykecember challenge

day 1 - moving out (Candy x unspecified LI)

Words: 443

TW: the story happens after Candy's husband (I didn't specify who) passes away. there aren't any mentions about how he died; but still read with caution if this subject can upset you

Candy's P. O. V.

"Ma'am, are we free to go, is everything set now?"

I didn't pay attention to the question, still standing in the doorway, sweeping the empty room with my eyes. It was hard to take in the view: my brain filled in the void with the rugs, furnitures, pictures, newspaper on the table, the TV....

"....ma'am?"

I turned towards the young man in front of me; he was working for a professional decluttering company, the very one I called to help me get rid of some of my belongings. My heart ached to let go of certain things, but I couldn't possibly take everything with me to my new flat. The only real love in my life left my side, and I couldn't bear to live alone in the same house that was once filled with his laughter and voice.

I hoped that the organiser would impute me not hearing him to my old age, and nodded. "Yes, everything is on the truck, you can go. Thank you for your help."

He curtly said goodbye, then left, taking his favourite armchair, his desk, his-

The thought of raining on a day like this being cliché flashed through my mind, when I realised that it was my own tear that wetted my face. I thought that I had got over it by now; isn't grief supposed to last for only a few months? That's what all of my friends told me, at least. That it will be better, that I will eventually forget about him, that life will overgrow the pain...

When will it dull?

I walked back to my own car. There was nothing else I could do, the whole house is empty besides few things that the owners-to-be liked and bought. My accidental prediction became true after all; when it was already dark - so dark that the world outside my car's light seemed non-existent - I noticed some drops on the wind-shield. One, two, five, and many, many more. They imitated my tears that started falling once again, and I had to pull over to calm down. There were two images in my mind, never disappearing: one showed the house the way it once was, full of life when the grandchildren visited, being a safe heaven for them; and one showed its present state, the walls ripped from the family photos covering them, the wooden floor naked without the carpets warming them, the dark rooms with all the light taken away from there.

An image of life, and an image of death. A painful reminder of the past, and the truthfully cold present.

And I couldn't decide which one hurt more to see.

"The grief does not go away. It doesn’t go away, life just grows around lit. First, there is nothing but loss. All the time. It breaks up body and soul sharply, without mercy. You have to go crazy, you have to perish in pain. We feel like there's no more. With such an absence, such a large void, it is no longer possible to live. Then life goes on. Time goes on stubbornly. Suddenly the moment will come — it will only become clear later — when it no longer hurts without stopping. Breathing spaces start to take place in the flow of torment that was thought unstoppable. Minutes when you can pay attention to something else. Little islands. Then there will be more and more of these. Suddenly we find that the morning, the boundary between dream and wakefulness is no longer broken by the icy realization that they are no more. Then, sometimes we can smile when we think, "Hm, I remember how funny it was when....!" Memories no longer bring pain, but gratitude that they were here. Over time, there will be new joy, there will be new momentum. There will be plans and new desires. There will be peace and forgiveness, but grief will not diminish, it will not decrease. Life grows around it."

30 day angst writing challenge

First of all: I saw the new Kinktober requests and I wanted to say thank you! It really means a lot ❤️ autumn break starts in the middle of the next week for me, so I’ll be able to write them soon

Second of all (and totally unrelated): how should I write an email to a game company? I want to report a bug, but I’ve never written any formal emails before and idk how to phrase it

are you srsly going to betray Nath and leave him for that old fucker Eric? Wtf is wrong with you? So many fake fans of Nathaniel in this fandom smh

I guess you’re reacting to what I wrote as a comment on one of Fa’s posts, and I can see that you didn’t read my other comment

(*somehow, typo)

I can also see that you don’t follow me on either of my blogs and / or read my posts, otherwise you would know that I have been a Nath girl since very long. what if I wrote it as a joke? then you’re overreacting

I’m not a “fake fan” I just want to see where the story will take me if I make my own choices (so I don’t use guides) and it looks more and more like I will get the bad ending. we don’t know yet what it will mean ofc, but most likely it will be breaking up

yes, I like Eric’s character even tho I don’t want to get together with him. what is it to you? it’s my account, if I wanted to win him over, I totally could

if you want to know more, feel free to write and discuss, tho I seriously doubt it. it seems like, for you, going in someone’s askbox anonimously to trash on them is enough to prove your loyalty to a fictional, 2D man. I don’t think anything I say really matters