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Qing Ming x Boya: Qing Ming knew Boya was admired by many but if one more person interrupts them, he will take drastic measures. (featuring jealous, possessive Qing Ming)
He calls on every ounce of composure that he can muster to not slam his hand on the table in absolute annoyance.
The lady simpers and Qing Ming has to bite back a snicker. Really, he should have known that going out with Boya would only mean calling on the attentions of every single lady of marriageable age and their enterprising mamas. It is ridiculous how much swooning Boya incites when they walk together and how many conversations between them have been interrupted by the boldness of a beauty or two. He supposes that this could be a point of compliment on his fine taste in people.
Boya smiles demurely in reply to whatever the latest lady in a line of women just looking for a good match has decided to say. Qing Ming hides his face behind his fan, suppressing a sigh. He knew coming into this relationship that there would be... Demands. Responsibilities that neither one of them can deny. For all his strategising he forgot about how popular Boya was with the ladies.
If he were any lesser of a man, he would even hazard that he was capable of jealousy.
“Qing Ming?”
Boya breaks away from the woman’s grip and hurried to his side. Qing Ming folds his fan with a smile, one that grows at the sight of the frown on the pretty lady’s brow.
“Don’t we have to get somewhere within the hour?” Boya queries, hand on his elbow.
He tilts his head in agreement, letting Boya lead the way with a polite farewell to the lady but without a second look behind.
Something deep and possessive in him purrs in delight.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Wayward Guide for the Untrained Eye (Web Series)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Artemis Schue-Horyn & Paul Schue-Horyn
Characters: Artemis Schue-Horyn, Paul Schue-Horyn
Additional Tags: Post-Canon, International Fanworks Day 2021, Sibling Bonding, Werewolves, Werewolf Turning, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Family Fluff
Summary:
Paul finally figures out how to get his fangs out, making his werewolf status suddenly all-to-real for Artemis. Thus, the twins have a long-overdue discussion about what happened in Connor Creek.
This thing’s totally gotten away from me O_O;. So umm. More later! Sorry @wataredis !!
The mountain took all kinds of people: photographers, thrill-seekers, barefoot spiritualists who wanted a word with the planet itself and all sorts from Shin-ra, researchers and infantrymen and simple mechanics who spent the hike up murmuring about ways to build a lift system, how to land an aircraft.
She always told them: “Well, if you figure it out, that’ll put me out of the job.” And she’d smile like she wanted them to do it.
It was actually because she knew they couldn’t. The only way up Mount Nibel was on two feet and two hands and maybe a walking stick for city-sorts who didn’t want to place their fingers on the cool, rough stone.
Tifa knew that better than anybody.
~*~
She had bummed a cigarette off of one of the drivers from the latest Shinra visitors, not because she particularly enjoyed smoking, but smoking was a good excuse to spend time with visitors who didn’t want anything from her, quiet people who actually knew what was going on across the rest of the world.
This one still didn’t know anything about Cloud.
“If I did, I’d tell you,” he said. “Not even sure the big guy could stop me,” he jerked his head towards the upper floor of the inn as he said ‘big guy’. A single lit window cut through the autumn evening dim from up there. “A person’s a person and sometimes they get away from you.” Behind the window and the remark, Mount Nibel glistened in the darkness, copper black stone and mako green and the red lights blinking on the Shinra facilities scattered along the paths.
Tifa nodded.
“So aren’t you scared of that thing?”
“Aren’t you scared of the ‘big guy’?”
“I was more afraid of my manager when I worked in customer service. You?” he grinned around his smoke.
“Well, the truth is, maybe I should be, but the mountain already tried to kill me and it didn’t do a very good job.” She lets that hang between them, heavier than the hot ash they’re each leaking into the grass.
“Huh,” said the driver. “You don’t say. Well, if that’s your attitude? You want to know about your friend, you ask the big guy alone. He doesn’t like groups, but he knows more than the loud guy.”
I was a lot more than she expected to hear from him and the cigarettes weren’t even half over. She could have pushed her luck, tried for even more.
But the evening was pleasantly cold and she had something else to consider. She ended up talking to the driver about bartending until the light on the second floor of the inn went out and then neither of them said goodnight.
~*~
It wasn’t like she was going to lie to him or manipulate him. She was going to do what she always did: guide him.
Just into an answer besides up the mountain. It wouldn’t be too difficult to separate him from the others just for a minute or two. Then she would ask and she might not get an answer. But if there was no Cloud at the end of the conversation, she’d still get to tell people she’d showed the Sephiroth himself the very best secret mako pool on mount Nibel.
One not even Shinra had found because neither she nor her mother had ever showed it off. It had been theirs, a shimmering secret.
Which might now end up ruined if Sephiroth remembered the way, told the company, but the place was already a little bit ruined for Tifa.
It was the last place she’d seen her mother alive.
~*~
They set out early in the morning, the dew along the path still smelling of iron against the old equipment researchers before Shinra had junked rather than drag home.
She made sure to tell the party: “It looks more intimidating than it is. It’s just grown out with the mako power, kind of like some of you.
Zack laughed. He started making rude jokes with a few of the guards about just what parts of them had grown and what hadn’t.
Tifa glanced over her shoulder, watched them pretend to punch each other in the shoulders and actually did it a few times. Sephiroth among them looked into the spines of the mountaintop and said nothing himself. He walked on.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Fandoms: Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell
Rating: G
Relationships: Mild John Childermass/John Segundus
Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Magic, International Fanworks Day 2021, POV Second Person
Summary:
“I am a North Englishman,” you once told Henry Lascelles. “Nothing would please me better than that my King should come home. It is what I have wished for all my life.”
Perhaps you will live to see it.
Author’s Notes: I wrote this in December 2018 as an experimental piece, both in writing in 2nd person and for this fandom, and now, almost 3 years later and a bit of polishing, I have decided that it is time to post it in honor of International Fanworks Day. Enjoy!
...and here I am struggling to finish this fic for IDF and realizing it’s probably going to have to be published later this week because the characters just will not do what I want them to.
I really hope that I’m not the only one with this problem right now.
