#flowerchild22

Hello all, hope you are all well!

Just would like to inform you all I will be on break from all platforms (ff.net and ao3) for at least 2018. I am currently completing my honours year which means most of my time will be dedicated to classes, my thesis and work.

I'm sorry that I won't be able to update anything or even write in the background, but I hope to be back soon!

Read, review and sit tight,

FF22 xx

Hey guys, I just wanted to say sorry for not updating for a while. I have had writer's block and uni is like taking up all my free time. Buuuuut I've finished this year's classes and hopefully I'll be able to finish of Nothing You Can Do and work on Growing Up.

NYCD is probably three chapters away from completion and I've got a good idea where I want to go with GU but not sure how I'm going to get there. I really do want to finish it and do a sequel, I've already got some scenes and such typed up for that. If I don't end up doing it, I might just post them here.

I've also been working on some original stuff, which I hope to put up on Fiction Press, so I'll keep you guys up to date with that.

Her hands were everywhere, and his never seemed to want to let go of her. She felt loved, needed, and full. After suffering for so long, she couldn't believe she had missed out all this time. 

His lips moved with hers, with no particular pace or pattern, moving from fast to slow, short to long, and anything in between. She could feel his loving and soft touches in her hair, on her cheeks, on the skin between her shirt and her jeans. 

He felt like he was in heaven - as cliche as it sounded - her every contact made him want her even more. Made him realise how much he wanted her. Not just like this, but emotionally too. 

Max came to her senses when she felt the cool glass behind her against her skin. She pulled Fang's head back just slightly, her chest rising as fast as her heart was beating. 

“You can’t be kissing me,” Max told him; however her hands were still on his face, “Especially in the school hallway.”

Fang shook his head and leaned down closer. “You can’t keep denying it Max. There’s something. There’s always been something.”

“There can’t.” Max’s voice cracked. She tried again. “There isn’t.”

Fang wasn’t letting her slip away again. “That’s a lie.”

“You’re with Jess. My best friend.” She sighed heavily and took a deep breath. “Oh my god. What have we done?”

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I miss writing guys, but I've had no motivation to write, no motivation to do anything really. Some serious stuff has happened lately....But I've just got loads of drabbles stuck on my mind and hopefully I can continue my stories soon. 

He established their relationships really well in the first book, but then lost sight of each character, especially Gazzy and Iggy. Nudge's plot line was there, but barely. Angel...don't get me started. 

There should have been greater detail on the extent of Max and Fang's relationship, about how they worked well as a team; her impulsive instinct and his calculated logic. 

There should have been detail on Gazzy's development. Whether Fang leaving affected him, or if Angel's betrayal affected him. They were siblings.

There should have been more angst about Iggy's blindness. Was he affected by it? Did he wish differently, or did he accept it?

Detail on Nudge's development and maturity. How much did having wings affect her? Why she changed her mind about leaving them? 

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My eyes felt puffy and swollen, and I finally was able to stop crying only a few minutes earlier. When Dylan was able to finally drag me away from the site, I immediately locked myself in my room refusing to see anyone else.

Hastily wiping my sleeve over my eyes, ensuring that all remains of tears, dried and wet, were removed from my face. Fang had left us and my baby, gone. I didn't know what was real, what was sure anymore. I needed something I was sure of, and that is flying.

  There’s nothing more beautiful than flying in the middle of night, amongst the stars and dark sky. It always reminded me of back in the E-Shaped house, when Fang and I used to sneak out in the middle of the night and just fly for hours a little away from the house. When we were both sure that Jeb was asleep in his room, Fang would sneak into my room and then we’d climb out of my window. When we were younger we’d play tag, and when Jeb disappeared, we’d just fly for the sake of it. Then we’d spend hours on the roof, lying together and looking up at the stars, making up stories of the constellations Jeb had taught us.

Fang.

He was my best friend, second-in-command and my soul mate. And even after all these years growing up beside him, I still hadn’t figured him out. And just when I finally trusted myself enough to let someone in, he leaves. Just like that.

And then all of a sudden he’s back, nineteen years too early, but he’s got a girlfriend who looks exactly like me. And all of a sudden I’ve got a boyfriend, made especially for me. And despite how many times whitecoats and scientists and Dr.Han tell me that Dylan is meant for me, I know that what The Voice told me was true. Fang was my soulmate. Regardless of whether everyone else believed it or not.

Eventually when my wings felt tired, I found a large branch and sat, resting my wings out behind me, half folded. I breathed in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Flying was always a good way of forgetting the world and just being able to think without being judged.

I was immediately aware of the presence of someone else beside me. I felt that familiar prickle at the back of my neck. But that couldn’t have been possible, because he had already left with his gang just moments earlier.

Just as I was about to call his name he materialised beside me on the branch. “Hey.”

 “Hey.” He shuffled closer so that we were pressed together side by side. Even after all these years and these months apart, I still could feel a slight tingle whenever I was around him.

“I thought you left already?”

He shrugged. Fang was always a man of many words. Not. “We didn’t go far.”

I looked ahead, my feet swinging beneath me. I felt an eerie sense of déjà vu when I felt the heat his wing against mine, just like the time Fang had kissed me for the second time at the dock. “What are you doing here?”

And just like at the dock he took his hand in mine and entwined his hand through mine, this thumb stroking my hand, making me soften at his touch. 

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Hey guys, this is a little idea I've had in my head since Nevermore came out. I was thinking of writing my own version of Nevermore, but I don't have the time to sit down and really think about what I want to write. I know that if I do end up writing it, I'll probably want to finish the entire story first, and then post it. It'll be a more mature (therefore rated M) kind of story, less light than my usual stuff, more angsty and heavy. But please enjoy a little excerpt of what I've written so far!

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The night was eerily still and silent, as Fang quietly climbed out of the window of the motel room they had booked for that night before they left to move on. The silence was almost as if the higher powers above knew that something tragic had taken place, like they were paying respects for Angel's...disappearance. There was still a part of Fang that wouldn't believe that she was truly gone forever. Wouldn't he have felt something? Angel was almost like his own daughter; wasn't their bond strong enough that he would feel a missing part of him? But if she wasn't dead, the only other alternative was that she was captured. Again. And he wasn't sure which of the two he would rather.

He flew aimlessly around in circles for a few moments, just trying to forget Angel for a moment. He didn't even want to begin to think what would be going through Max's mind and heart. Angel was her baby - The Flock's baby - and he knew they were having just as hard of a time to believe it. She was a strong girl, stronger than them at times, it couldn't be that...easy for her to be gone. 

Eventually, Fang's wings were gliding easily through the dead air, heading in no particular direction. He followed where his heart was pulling him to go, just relying on pure instinct. Turns out instinct wanted him to land at a cave. He sat on the ledge, just staring at the dark curtain of the night sky and its beautiful stars. The moon was full and high above him, contrasting against the dark sky. Movement behind him caused him to jump up, ready to fight. But he wasn't prepared for the sight in front of him.

"Fang?"

Max was standing before him, tear stained cheeks, red puffy eyes and had a look that made Fang feel like his heart was ripped out of his chest and thrown into a shredder. Max looked so broken, it scared him. He'd seen her cry before, more times than she would have admitted, but not like this.

"Max," he breathed. It seemed that this was where his heart wanted him.

They stared at each for a moment, not quite believing that they happened to choose the same place to break down away from their respective groups. Then in perfect sync, they were closing the short distance between them, throwing their arms around each other. Their grips were so tight, almost as if holding the other would help ease the pain, fill the empty holes in each of their hearts. 

It seemed to work, the constant fast beat of Fang's heart against where she lay her head, was comforting and let her forget all the heartbreak and pain. Fang buried his face deep into Max's head, breathing in her scent like it was the only thing keeping him alive.

Eventually standing became too much effort, and they slowly sank down onto their knees, leaning against the cave wall. Fang's hand idly stroked Max's tangled mane, the gentle rhythm soothing her and keeping the tears at bay. Her throat was dry and it hurt from all the screaming she had done just moments before Fang arrived. She noticed dried up blood on his knuckles and ripped skin, and she gently ran her fingertips over them, a small frown on her face.

Fang was usually good at keeping his temper, but when he did lose it, it was scary. There was nothing more dangerous than Fang's temper.

He answered her question before she could ask. "I didn't stop searching for her. I got frustrated."

Max quickly understood that that meant he then spent hours repeatedly punching, probably concrete, over and over again, until he felt numb.

They were silent then, just holding each other, tightly pressed against each other's side. There was no longer tension between them, no anger, only pain and denial. 

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