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Breathtaking

In Leo's humble opinion, there were no words to fully describe Takumi.

No words that would be accurate enough and catch more than a small glimps of what he was feeling whenever he looked at his husband.

'Breathtakingly beautiful and gorgeous' didn't even come close to what the archer was, but it's what Leo had to settle with, considering even he, the prince known for devouring books and being quite talented with speech, was at a loss of words for once in his life.

Just looking at the way Takumi smiled at him at this very moment, out of breath from the fit of laughter just seconds previously, made his chest bloom, his stomach turn and his body flood with feelings he didn't even know he was capable of feeling until a few years ago.

And to be perfectly honest with himself, they took him by surprise every single time.

No matter how often Takumi smiled at him, laughed, looked perfectly relaxed, concentrated or training....

It was unbelievable to Leo how he ever deserved a man as beautiful and perfect as his husband, someone who he had hated not even a decade ago and now would die for him in a heartbeat.

Their whole situation was quite amusing, if he thought about it that way. Nobody, neither of them included, would have guessed how their relationship turn out.

No one, not even in their most impossible and far fetched fantasies, would have seen them falling in love; getting married.

And yet it had happened.

Leo considered himself the luckiest man alive; not to sound too full of himself. It was true after all. Who else could claim that Takumi, wonderful, perfect and gorgeous Takumi, was theirs?

Not a single other person than the mage himself.

So it was just impossible for Leo to hold back in times like this.

The way Takumis bangs fell into his face, perfectly framing it; the way his amber eyes looked up at him, so full of joy and happiness; the wrinkles next to his eyes from smiling so widely.

It was hard for Leo to not fall in love with him over and over again;or deeper for that matter, and there was nothing he could do about it. He was hopelessly at the mercy of the beauty that was Takumi, second prince of Hoshido.

"Gods you're beautiful"

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Chenford FWB, you'll get there. Your stories are amazing 👏🏾 I've loved WWLT.

Thank you!

I hope so. I really like what Zive written thus far, because -like WWLT - it’s so very and so vastly different than anything else I’ve read this hiatus.

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Chenford FWB, maybe have one of them put their foot in their mouth? Or one gets jealous? Maybe Lucy as most fics paint Tim as the jealous one.

Who said anything about jealousy? This is more about “I can’t keep doing this, when I want so much more than this” because it hurts too much. But stopping will hurt too much too.

Damned if you do vs damned if you don’t. Just the two of them, having just had amazing sex, wishing and wanting more, but terrified that if they say anything, the other will walk away.

Misspeaking isn’t a bad idea. Hmmmm.

Thank you.

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What part of Chenford FWB are you stuck with? Beginning, middle or end? How angsty is it?

Posted a little bit of Tim’s perspective. I’ve got most of Lucy’s perspective done.

I’m struggling with setting the scene where they have the conversation. I want them both to get frustrated and then have one of them blurt out their feelings. I’m also afraid of writing it wrong -of not doing the moment justice in this AU.

We start big picture and whittle both sides down to this really intimate moment. I struggle staying in those moments. In that vulnerable place.

It’s angsty only in the sense that they both are refusing to tell the other that this “arrangement” has moved so far beyond friends and into lovers, that they are in love with each other (duh). They need to have a conversation, but they don’t want to have this conversation, they are both afraid, there are tears… some yelling… and then shock. Awe. Happiness. And so much joy. So, so much joy.

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I haven’t written anything like this in several months. I’m really frustrated with myself, not being able to get the words out in a way that makes the story sing.

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Alrighty another batch of one shots - one word prompts, which are my favorite kind to do - published as chapters instead of as a series.

I apparently angered the unofficial AO3 police force with my previous series of one shots as I call them.

🙄 🚨🤦‍♀️

An Amalgamation of Chenford one shots.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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Chapter 8: Reach Down Underneath It (Tear Down all the Walls)

PART II - UNDERCOVER

MONTH 4 - Maintenance 

Tim was frustrated.

Frustrated and worried.  Despite hundreds of hours of tape review from the past several months, Tim never found a single person watching Lucy.  

At first, he thought it might be a fluke - like someone appreciating how beautiful she was.  He could understand that, she continued to take his breath away every time he saw her, he found her more lovely than the last. But when he got the same tingling sensation in the back of his neck the next time they were in court together, he knew something was up.

Oh there had been leads - he found a handful of people in the same area of the courthouse when she was called to testify on past cases. He had methodically and painstakingly tracked them all down. But there was nothing there.

He momentarily got excited when he found several of Elijah Stone’s colleagues nearby who occasionally looked at Lucy.  But everyone was there for a legitimate purpose, the dates were pure coincidence as he could tell.  Tim however, did not believe in coincidences - especially not when hard core criminals were involved.

Unfortunately, like all of the LAPD cases currently in development against Elijah, there was nothing concrete to link him to the surveillance of one Lucy Chen.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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+++ RATED MATURE +++

WWLT Adjacent Story Update on AO3 - Patrice's Revenge a/k/a "One Way or Another"

Fifteen minutes after making the exterminator comment in Angela’s kitchen, Patrice was zipping down the 101 HWY calling in a very old, but very important chit.  “Gregory?  Yes, hello dear.  I’ve finally figured out how you can pay me back for running off with Louisa Abernathy on our wedding day.”

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Nyla was right, you did not want to be on Patrice’s bad side.  Gregory Xavier Brannan had found this out the hard way.

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I created a sister series of WWLT Adjacent stories - they happen in the same universe as WWLT, but would mess with the overall flow of the story if included.

First up Patrice finds an exterminator.

Next up - 12 Golden Pears - a WWLT Holiday Adventure

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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Chenford + I do have eyes!

"I do have eyes! That ball was fair!" The umpire leaned in and yelled at Tim.

"Do you? Because that ball was clearly foul. It rolled into the dug out for crying out loud." Tim is yelling at the umpire and getting very agitated until Lucy walks up and grabs his arm.

She nods at the umpire and mouths "I'm so sorry" then drags Tim away. "Sweetheart - you are acting a little hangry. Let's get you some apple slices and a Tangerine Dream Capri Sun and raise that blood sugar level before you come back on the field. Wesley can coach while we rest. Okay?"

Tim grumbles under his breath but then lets Lucy lead him into the dug out. Hell, he would let Lucy lead him anywhere really. They sit on the worn wooden bench as she hands him the snacks and inserts the straw into the ice cold drink pouch. Once he's loaded up and actively starts eating his snacks, Lucy pulls out a pack of string cheese for herself.

Tim watches her rip apart the mozzarella into long strings and then dangle them above her mouth - reaching for them with her tongue. Lucy intentionally takes longer than necessary and really focuses on licking the dangling cheese - hoping she can distract her boyfriend from the game in front of them.

"Sweetie - we've talked about this, remember? These games are no big deal - yet you get so invested in them. In the team doing well that you tend to lose your temper a lot - and I worry about your heart. I'm the only thing that should be causing your heart to race, right?"

Tim leans in and kisses her - needing to feel her tongue tangle with his. He can't not kiss her. He loves kissing her. He's not sure what he did in life to be able to kiss her whenever he wants to, so he does it all the time.

Once they break apart and Lucy is chuckling, Tim rests his forehead on hers and concedes that he does get a little carried away during these games. "I just want to win so badly." he says.

Lucy places her hands on either side of his face and says, " I know you do, sweetheart - it's a Bradford trait - super competitiveness. But you need to remember the players are only seven (7) years old. You yelling scares them and the parents."