#askbox fics

“—No, Wen Ning, I’ll only be here three months, tops,” Wei Wuxian says into the phone balanced haphazardly between his cheek and shoulder. He nudges the shopping trolley forward with one hand as the other fumbles in his bag for his wallet. “Just until the restaurant is up and running.”

“Oh, okay,” Wen Ning says on the other end. “Do you need me to come down there to help?”

“No, no I got it,” Wei Wuxian replies, just as he fishes out his wallet only for his keys to fall on the floor as well. “Just keep the Insta feed updating, yeah? Do we have enough content for three months?”

“I think we should be fine,” Wen Ning says. “We have a backlog of posts saved up that should tide us over until you’re back.”

“Great, let’s do that.” Wei Wuxian shoots an apologetic look to the cashier as he bends down to pick up his keys, only to knock over the magazine rack with his bag. He curses under his breath. “Hey, I gotta call you back. Let me know if you hear anything back from Lanling.”

He hangs up without waiting for a reply, dropping his phone into his bag as he scrambles around for the magazines scattered across the supermarket floor. The store is thankfully quiet at this time of day, but there is still one person behind him in the queue for the lone cashier when the magazine rack goes down. Wei Wuxian turns to apologise to their feet as he reaches for the magazine by their shoe.

“Wei Ying?”

He freezes at the sound of the painfully familiar voice calling his name. 

No fucking way.

I hope y’all are ready for some schadenfreude, some real comeuppances, some Consequences for the Paladins’ Reckless and Illegal Actions.

(The working title for this Fic was “A Really Big Fuck Up”)

I’m finally giving in and posting the only multi-part fic I wrote for my inbox buddy that I’m really okay with. This is for the @dwinboxbuddies​ event.

I’m just gonna keep it in the structure I sent it in for that ~authentic askbox fic experience~ (and also bc if I reformat it there’s absolutely NO DOUBT my perfectionism will get the better of me and I’d edit it and write more and the cycle will NEVER END)

Ten x Rose

“I’m fine! Stop fussing,” the Doctor whined, trying to pull himself away from Rose’s reach. Rose frowned and just dragged him even closer. “You call this ‘fine’?” she asked, gesturing to the bloody mess that stained his clothes. He had wounds on both his head and his torso, having not left unscathed from their capture. The Doctor sniffed. “I can just fix it myself in the TARDIS,” he said. Rose could only sigh. "Yeah? And where's the TARDIS, then?" (⅕ IBB)

The Doctor paused, avoiding her eyes. "Probably right where we left it," he mumbled. Rose dug a napkin out of her pocket and began dabbing at the blood on his cheek. "You mean before we got chucked in jail, right, Doctor?" she challenged, and he flinched. From her actions or her words, she couldn't tell. "Yeeeaaah... Yep. That's right," he said. "And I'm sure it's not far, so you could just, y'know, let me go and—" "No." "No?" "No." “Not even—” “No.” "Oh.” (⅖ IBB)

“Why won’t you let me help you?” Rose asked, exasperated. "You clearly got the worst of it and it just makes sense, doesn't it? I've even got some bandages." She met his eyes with an imploring look that had him squirming in place, but he didn't answer. After a beat of fruitless silence, she continued, voice softening, "Doctor... I can't just not care. It matters to me when you’re injured. I know you've got 'superior biology' or whatever, but cuts and stuff still hurt, don't they?" (⅗ IBB)

Something in his eyes shifted, and the tension in posture slowly eased away. "Yeah. They do," he admitted. "Sorry, Rose. I was just, well... being an idiot." Rolling up his sleeves and wincing at the friction, the Doctor held himself at her mercy. "Should've known I couldn't hide anything from you. Especially not with all the bleeding," he chuckled. "I thought I'd at least be able to downplay it a bit so you wouldn't worry." Rose shook her head. "You just made me worry more!" (⅘ IBB)

Sure, I will write it as soon as possible.

🙃

Shiro is a good boy! And he’s not a complete dick! Unlike some people I could name!

“Tell me a secret.”

Marinette crinkled her nose, quizzically examining the bottom of Adrien’s chin. “What,” she said.

Her boyfriend, in turn, waggled his eyebrows. “Got anything juicy? I’m pretty parched.”

She thumped him in the chest and snickered. “Pssh, you betcha. In fact, I’m really a bespeckled heroine, fighting crime with only a yoyo and my extremely impressive quick wits. I’m joined by my leather-clad companion, Chat Noir, as we leap across rooftops and flirt incessantly. Our arch-nemesis is a middle-aged man who acts like a prepubescent child whenever he doesn’t get his way. Dubbing himself the name Hawk Moth, he possesses the minds of vulnerable hosts as a means to get to our magical jewels called Miraculouses.” She scratched her arm, shifting her position on Adrien’s lap. “Oh, and we have a mentor called Master Fu. I bake him macaroons all the time. We’re super tight.”

Adrien narrowed his eyes, hitting Marinette’s face straight on with a gust of wind from his nose.

“That was all so very…informative,” he strained out, voice waggishly lowering, “but I was thinking of something more on the lines of—” Slinking his hands down to Marinette’s stomach, he grabbed a handful of her shirt and grinned. “—are you ticklish?”

She scoffed, pulling him down by the collar of his shirt. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”