Yes, and this was fabulous fluff!
"How is the little mignonne?" Ao Shun asked and Li Ming smiled as he looked up from Celeste.
"She sleeps." He replied. "Miss Winters and Prince Kai seem to have accidentally taken a nap." Ao Shun arched a brow before peering around the doorway. He chuckled.
"They must be shattered." He said. "Ophelia is..."
"Quite happy to quietly play by herself for the time being. She'll probably get a little antsy soon." Ao Shun nodded. "It makes me think."
"You want another?"
"Goodness no. One is enough to last me the rest of my life time. No. That maybe we put too much pressure on one person to raise their child, always just the father or their mother, and not everyone has the support of their families." Li Ming frowned. "Miss Winters needs help now, and maybe she wouldn't have done if the Prince hadn't been called away for two months. Imagine what it's like to be alone the entire time."
"She is a human."
"Is she? Tell me, when was the last time you saw a human like her? She may physically be a human, but it could be her binding to the Library, or her bond to the Prince and their children, but no, I wouldn't call her a human."
"Metaphysics isn't my area of study."
"No, neither is it mine. But she's different. She's strong, but she has still needed a lot of help, from myself, from the Prince, and now a psychologist."
"I'll look into the support networks in place." Ao Shun said slowly. "See if there are places that we need to improve on, if you feel so passionately about this then I trust your judgement." Li Ming softly smiled.
"Thank you. Miss Winters may be 'only' human to a good many people. But she's a lot more than that now."
"You're fond of them." Li Ming looked to Celeste.
"Miss Winters asked if I would be Celeste's god father, and I said yes. They asked if it would be okay for her to call me uncle, and for Ophelia to do so as well. Miss Winters only has her parents, no other family members. I said yes, my ties to them will not impede my duties to you, but I would like to be able to... Help whenever I can."
"I love you." Ao Guang said. "Yes, just let me know when you'll be with them in case I need your assistance."
"You don't have to say yes because you love me."
"I want you to be happy." Ao Shun touched his cheek. "If you are happy, then I am happy. And if this makes you happy, then I will not complain. I'll arrange for you to speak with my brother, he has his people watching them, I'm sure that we can reach an understanding with him again."
"Just to give them some extra help when they need it. Heavens knows that neither would ever ask."
"No, they'll just fall asleep in my sitting room." Ao Shun said, shaking his head. "Let's leave them a little bit longer."
I'm calling this ship FrostStorm and no one can stop me
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Ooh, that would be genuinely painful to read! And I think Kai would lose the few remaining fragment of his sanity.
One of these days I am going to have to think of the crackest ship that there is and write something for it
I'm thinking Irene x Ao Shun
Hi, most of you have probably seen my last post that looked like this:
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No cap, people with anxiety are literally so brave. Everytime you talk to someone, you show bravery. Everytime you work yourself through a panic attack, you show bravery. Anytime you do something that makes you anxious, and you get through it, you are showing how brave you are. Even if you don’t get through it, you did so good by trying. You are amazing, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.
anyway here’s your reminder that lgbt muslims exist and islamophobia shouldnt be tolerated within lgbt communities!
shout out to lgbt muslims living in places where our identities are still criminalised.
This is awesome, they’re a really talented writer- so enjoy!
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"This is your fault." Silver whined. He lay on his back staring up at the ceiling of the cell. He'd start whining about the filth on his suit when he sat up again. Vale leant his forehead on the bars and slowly exhaled. "You just have to poke your nose in, don't you."
"And you have to break the law, don't you?" Vale sighed. "Should I just give up and pretend that you don't exist?" Silver shot up, sitting bolt up right.
"Why on earth would... What have I been laying in?"
"Four years of dust and dirt. I hypothesise that these rooms flood when the river gets too high, like it did after the storm we had two weeks ago. Hence why the floor is still damp and the plaster is damaged. Four years of dust and dirt, mildew and whatever the river dragged in."
"Ugh. You could have stopped with dust." He climbed to his feet and joined Vale at the bars. "What are you looking at?"
Vale turned to him. "A nuisance." Silver blinked slowly, like a cat.
"How rude."
"I apologise if it hurts to hear the truth." Vale replied, looking away from him. "I'm trying to work out how to get us out of here since you're more worried about your clothes." Silver ran his hand over the shoulder of his suit and wrinkled his nose in disdain at the filth that clung to his fingers. He stared at his hand, and then at Vale's shoulder, and then back down to his hand. He smeared the dirt off and onto Vale's sleeve. Vale jumped back.
"What on earth are you doing?"
"My hand was dirty."
"Your face will be dirty if you keep this up." Vale hissed. "Will you shut up so that I can get us out of here? Or do you want to remain in this cell forever?"
"And spend my days with you? Yes please." Vale muttered something under his breath that seemed to rhyme with 'Silver you piece of quit.' not that Vale would often use such profanity when there were people to hear him, but sometimes the situation, or person, called for it. As long as Winters couldn't hear to call him a hypocrite.
"Have you tried the door handle?" Silver suggested, before trying it himself.
"You're a genius." Vale snapped when the handle wouldn't even budge. "What's your next solution? Turning semi corporeal and slipping through the bars?"
"How stupid do you think I am?" Silver asked, before. "Nevermind. Don't answer that." Vale rolled his eyes.
"Now, unless you have any bright ideas, please be quiet."
"Shout for help."
"Pardon?"
"Shout for help. Tell them I'm not breathing or something and the guard will come to investigate and open the door."
"Why would that work?"
"I saw it in a movie."
"A what?" He sighed.
"Get Winters to show you." Silver said. "Do you want to try that then?"
"I suppose that it wouldn't hurt. You'll have to lay on the floor again."
"I'm already dirty, a little more won't kill me. Hopefully." Silver said, he sat down where he had been before, before carefully laying down with his back to the cell bars. Vale took a deep breath.
"Guard! Guard! He's not breathing!" He waited and a guard started to slowly stroll closer. "He's going to die. What have you done to him?" The guard peered through the bars.
"Will you be quieter if he's dead?" The guard asked. Vale glowered at him. "Our instructions were to keep you here. Nothing about keeping you ali-" Vale's hand shot through the bars and grabbed a fistful of his hair, using it to slam the man's head against the metal bars until he went limp and Vale released him to fall to the ground.
"That works too, I suppose." Silver said, getting up, he went to brush the dirt off himself before remembering. Vale rifled through the guards pockets, finding a small flick knife, a pistol and the keys. The cell key was the sixth that he tried.
"Let's get out of here."
The Serenade, by Federico Andreotti (1847-1930)
Jesús Christ, these are insane. That ice skating one is straight out of a Victorian novel, only in that version you’d die tragically. The canal one is funny as. Irene and Kai’s ones are ridiculously relatable. I once walked straight into a metal sign because I was reading and I had a red imprint of it for the rest of the day.
Invisible Library characters as stupid things that I've done
Irene: missed her stop on the train because she was reading not once, not twice but four times on three seperate occasions
Kai: fallen down the stairs of a bookshop because he couldn't see over the top of the pile of books in his hands
Vale: set fire to a science experiment because he was bored
Silver: fallen over laughing and been too drunk to stand up again.
Everiste: missed a train so he burst into tears
Li Ming: went ice skating, fell through the frozen lake and got pnemonia
Ao Shun: got stuck three miles from home in the middle of a thunder storm because he thought he could run faster than a storm
Ao Guang: fallen into the canal because he didn't want to cycle through a patch of mud.
REBLOG THIS.
I want to see how tolerant and open-minded our generation really is.
And prove to my little brother, who is AFRAID that he might be gay, that there’s nothing wrong with him if he is.