Can I ask you for this prompt with Adrinette and or Marichat pairings? “That defeats the point of having me tag along. Something tells me you have something else planned.”
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“That defeats the point of having me tag along,” Chat Noir grinned, keeping in step with Marinette. “Something tells me you have something else planned.”
“First of all, I never asked you to tag along. You saw me walking down the street and started following me.”
“For your safety.”
“Uh-huh. Secondly, I’m on a very important mission so feel free to go about your day,” Marinette continued, unable to hide a smile.
“And miss an opportunity to hang out with my favorite citizen? No thanks.” Chat Noir shot her a wink and kept pace with her. “What’s this big important mission anyway?”
“A friend of mine has been out of school for a few days so I’m bringing him a few things while he’s stuck at home.”
“Is he sick?”
Marinette frowned. “I don’t know really. He just hasn’t been at school and he isn’t answering anyone’s texts. Sometimes his father threatens to take him out so I’m really hoping it’s not that. No one seems to know what’s going on.” She readjusted the tote bag on her shoulder, brows furrowing.
Chat Noir paused, falling behind a few steps. “What’s his name?”
“Adrien,” she answered simply. She glanced back at him, slowing when she saw he was stopped. “What’s wrong?”
“You shouldn’t go to his house.”
“Why?”
“You just shouldn’t. Trust me on this.”
She turned towards him. “Do you know something about Adrien?”
“I know lots of things about lots of people.”
“Chat.”
“Marinette?”
She huffed. “If you can’t give me a good reason, I’m going to his house.”
His shoulders slumped. “I know things aren’t good at his house right now, okay? And I’m pretty sure he isn’t even there. I know that it would be best if you stayed away. He’ll figure something out.”
Marinette searched his face. “Something serious is happening, isn’t it?”
Chat Noir nodded slowly. “Yeah. Adrien’s definitely dealing with some stuff.”
She looked back towards her path to the Agreste mansion and sighed. “And you honestly think it’s best for me to leave him alone for right now?”
He took her hand. “Please trust me on this, Marinette. I promise I’ll tell you as much as I can.” He looked around. “Maybe we could go back to your house though? I’m suddenly feeling a little exposed.”
She noticed the few people on the streets looking their way. “Okay, let’s go back to my house, but you have to tell me what you know about Adrien. I’m worried about him.”
“I will.”
A nagging feeling pulled at her mind but she ignored it. “Okay, Kitty,” she said, circling around him so they could head back towards the bakery. “I trust you.”
anemone: how old were you when you first started writing? Okay, so (as with most things Lil) there’s a story… I was in college the first time I ‘tried’ to write. I say ‘tried’ because my then ‘best friend’ and roommate found my folder full of stories (which were tucked securely under my bed). I walked into my room to find her on the phone with our married theater professor (with whom she was having an affair), reading it to him, laughing and making fun of me. She continued to ridicule me about my writing for weeks. I didn’t write again until the first Sherlolly story I posted about three years ago. She had absolutely obliterated my confidence. Not for nothing, but she and I had been friends since we were 5 and I consider her family my family (also, I’m pretty sure she’s a psychopath, looking back on a few things). We haven’t spoken in eight years. Thank God! (Sorry about whinging, it’s still sore)
lily: do you listen to music when you write? if so, do you have a specific playlist for it? Yes, I do listen to music. I play Pandora. Lately I’ve been on an Ed Sheeran kick, but I also tend to play DMB or Keen.
peony: au or canon? This one’s tough. I suppose it’s all about suiting my needs at the moment. I do like to stick with canon as much as possible, but let’s face it… it’s fun to just drive a monster truck through canon every once in a while ; )
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No joke, I saw I got this yesterday and I cried happy tears. ::hugs:: You are awesome for doing this. Thank you so much!
I’m so sorry @jeni2727!! Just to let you know that your bday prompt is coming (albeit late), here’s a bit of dialogue. Hugs and I promise, I’m working on it.
She had just arrived at work when he came into the lab.
“Molly,” he said as he put his gloves into his coat pocket. “I’m leaving for a case. Not sure how long I’ll be gone.”
Oh, NOW I deserve an explanation as to your whereabouts? she’d thought bitterly. “Okay,” was her only response. She didn’t look up, though; she was far too angry.
“It’s in Luxembourg,”
“Have fun,” she replied, staring down at the report in her hands.
“You’ll still have your detail for some time. At least until I return,” he said as he inched closer.
That caused her to look up. “Why? You solved it. I don’t need…”
“Because I said so, that’s why,” he interrupted with an air of authority.
Molly was seconds away from telling him to shove his damn detail somewhere uncomfortable (and frankly impossible) when Mycroft’s assistant came into the room.
“Sherlock, we need to leave now,” she demanded.
He didn’t acknowledge her. “Take care of yourself, Molly Hooper.”
Something in his tone made her heart jump into her throat. She went from angry to worried in a millisecond. “Are you coming back?”
Stepping closer, he gave her an uncharacteristically sweet smile and tucked a piece of loose hair behind her ear. “I always come back. It’s just a case. Don’t try to ditch your detail again and… be good.” He smirked.
“When am I not good?” she replied, forcing a smile.
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@jeni2727 said I have this headcanon that basically Molly started having her research papers on histopathology when she was still in university and she graduated at a young age. Also, Sherlock has been reading her research papers since her very first was ever published, and he's a secret fan of hers, though she is completely unaware of all of this.
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Ok, well this was originally a Labyrinth fanfic. But I don’t remember where I was going with it. However, since I came across it in my lost writing archives and decided that I still really liked it, I felt that I would share it with all of you - even if it is just a standalone.
Chapter 1
…Not of that one either
She woke to the sound of muted voices. She could not hear a word they were saying, but she had the distinct impression that they were talking about her. They sounded worried and she wondered why that was. One of the voices rose slightly in volume and the young woman-child flinched when she heard something slam against the wall just outside the room that she was in. There was a long pregnant silence, some more muttering and then two sets of booted footsteps walking away from the door.
She shrugged her shoulders and almost – almost – cried out in pain at the stinging jolt that lanced through her shoulders. She wanted to cry, to rage at the absolute pain that was now surfacing and making itself known in her body. However, she gritted her teeth. There was deep seated knowledge in her stomach that it would be very dangerous indeed if anyone knew that she was awake. (She had no idea how she knew this, but she knew that keeping her silence was of a high importance.)
A soft breeze blew through the room, causing the white gauzy bed curtains to flutter gently causing a much needed distraction to the ebony haired girl that was lying in the bed. She sat up slowly, doing her best to ignore the lancing streaks of pain throughout her body as she did so. She needed to find out where she was and how she had got there.
Taking in her surroundings, she came to the conclusion that her current hosts were much wealthier that she was. If the coat of arms that was grandly displayed above her fireplace was anything to go off of, then her best guess would be that these people…? Faeries….? Elves….? Well – whatever they were, they were of noble, possible even royal, descent.
‘Great. Just what I need – more royals out for my blood.’
To be fair, it was only one royal family that was out for her, and she really didn’t even understand why. It was not like she had done anything wrong. How was she to know that the guy she had tripped up for being cruel to a young peasant child was a prince of the High Family? (Not that she had shown him any respect when she found out.) She had got into a rather heated argument with him about it, and then he was ordering her to bow down to him, and when she didn’t do so, he was accusing her of treason against the High Family, and yelling to all that would listen, which was quite the crowd by this time, that her head would be on the gallows the following morning.
He had turned his back for a split second to speak to the crowd, (obviously he was an attention whore, but that was all the time that the green-eyed witch needed.) She was there one second, and when he turned back with a sneer on his face, she was gone.
The story of the little mortal girl who stood up to one of the High Princes was circulated far and wide. By the time it reached the tiny little village that she lived in, it was so far distorted and changed that she didn’t even recognize herself in it. She had, of course, thought about correcting the people that were telling it; after all she did pride herself on honesty. The only time she used lies and deceit was when absolutely necessary. However, at the end of the story someone said that the High Prince was on the lookout for the girl that had stood up to him on that day. He still wanted her head on the gallows. Shuddering at the thought of her head detached from her neck, (I like it very much where it is, thank you), the girl turned and walked away, shaking said head at the absurdity of the royalty in the Underground.
She drew herself out of her thoughts and back to her surroundings. The white curtains that had been fluttering in the breeze surrounded a large bed made of mahogany. There was a matching wardrobe in the corner of the room and a dresser and mirror sitting on the opposite wall. The room itself was painted in a happy shade of blue that the wood of the furniture offset neatly, and there were tasteful paintings adorning the room. The coat of arms that she had noticed before was the forefront of the room, hanging boldly above a large brick fireplace. Everything was tasteful and no fault could be found within it.
And there was still an air of danger lurking in the atmosphere. The young girl shuddered and made her way slowly over to the armoire. Inside, she found the clothes that she had been wearing when she met up with the inevitable trouble that seemed to follow her everywhere she went.
Even when she lived ‘up there’ she remembered feeling as if she had been cursed with calamity. Then she was brought back here, (‘thanks for that, Labyrinth,’ she thought sarcastically), and she had hoped that the trouble would stop following her, but it seemed as if it had just got worse. She would have ‘loved’ to have blamed ‘him’, but as far as she knew, he didn’t even know that she was here. Besides, from what she could gather from the grapevine – he was in trouble of losing his title if he didn’t get his act together. (Whatever that entailed…)
Completely frustrated at the situation she found herself in, and totally irritated at the fact that it was not the first time nor would it be the last, the girl shimmied out of the sleeping gown that she was currently wearing and slammed her first leg into her trousers.
The pain was immediate and intense. Forgetting her all-important need of not making a sound, the Labyrinth’s chosen embodiment cried out in pain, collapsing to the floor almost instantly, and blacked out.
~*~
She awoke a few hours later to the feel of a rough hand on her head, gently smoothing her hair back from her face.
“What were you thinking, child?” asked a gravelly voice. “Do ye think ye could have upped and walked outta here, like ye were in no pain et’all?”
The dark haired girl groaned as she cracked open an eye. ‘Who… who’re you?” she rasped. A glass of crisp water was shoved into her hand and she gulped it down, only then remembering her pain.
The gravelly voice at her bed-side chuckled. “Mimi be the nurse in this’ere castle” was the response from beside the girl.
Turning her head to her right, she took in the ‘nurse’. She looked as old and as gravelly as her voice. She had long gray hair that was pulled up into a tight chignon. Her nose was crooked and her skin was wrinkled like that of an old dwarf. Her eyes were the deepest brown that the child had ever seen and they were filled with so much wisdom, that she wondered if the old woman had been there to see the creation and separation of the world.
Before she could voice her questions, (which was probably for the better anyway), the old dwarf patted the young girl on the hand and said, “Ye mustn’t try getting up and wandering around me lady. You isn’t ready for that yet. Besides, ‘is majesty can’t find out who you are. If he does, it will mean bad things for the Underground. So’s you just stay in ‘ere and let ‘ol Mimi take cares ‘o you.”
The girl nodded her head slowly. All she wanted to do was get out of here, but it seemed that she was stuck. At least for the moment anyway.
GAH! And I feel like I haven’t spoken to you in forever! How are you dear? <3
'Tis very true! I don't blame you though. I'm a terrible friend and an even worse sister. *laughs* My sister got pregnant and as soon as she found out she called me first - even before she told her husband. I was over the moon about that - I don't get along with my brother in law all that much - anyway, about six months later, I was talking to her on the phone and she mentioned her pregnancy, and I got so upset because I thought she hadn't told me about it at all. So yeah - see? Terrible. And what's worse, is I don't even feel guilty about it half the time. (In my defense, I was in the middle of moving halfway across the country… Still, I guess I could have attempted to remember)
I swear I have the attention span of a gnat. I really am a hot mess. ;)
On another note though, I haven’t actually seen you on tumblr in a while, and I have been going through some of my other bazillion fandoms… so there is that! But how are you doing? I’m so excited to see all of your headcanons and answers to questions. It’s good fun to read them!
Wait--you moved halfway across the country?! I mean, yes, congrats to your sister, absolutely! I hope she has a happy and healthy baby!--but you moved halfway across the country? Does that make you a west-coaster now?
HA! Welcome to the hot-mess club. Well, it sounds like you're doing pretty well at least :)
"I haven’t actually seen you on tumblr in a while"
Ah! That’s because I haven’t been on tumblr in a while. Well… I came back officially a few days ago. But I was gone for a couple months and just checking in whenever I could scrounge up internet. But now I'm back! Ish... possibly. We'll see XD
