meebyland

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston, Red White & Royal Blue (2023) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Drabble, Grief/Mourning, Grief manifests in strange ways Summary:

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"Dear girl, I do apologise," Blanc drawled as he strolled briskly down the cobblestone street. "I don't think I caught your name, Miss, er‐ ?"

"Foster," Nile supplied, desperately scanning the area for anything they'd missed. Booker still hadn't found his flask from the night before. "Neela, uh, Foster."

"Neela," Blanc said, rolling the syllables across his tongue. "Don't think I've ever met a Neela. You from the States, Miss Foster?"

"Yes," Nile said. "I'm - on vacation. With my family." Forever, she thought to herself, only a little hysterically.

"How nice. Bordeaux is truly a jewel to behold in the summer," Blanc said, earnestly, and then dropped parallel to the floor to inspect a wine-dark stain.

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While Blanc was suitably distracted by the unusual scoring of sword marks on the building walls, Nile stole into the alleyway. Joe was grinning at her from the shade with hands in his pockets, a pair of large sunglasses perched on his nose.

"What are you doing?" Nile hissed. "You're supposed to be back at the main crime scene!"

Joe shrugged one shoulder. "We got bored."

"Blanc is right here."

"Relax, Nicky's running interference."

"Interference?" Nile repeated incredulously, and heard a yelp from around the bend. She looked over her shoulder, then up, up, up towards the second storey window of the opposite building. Her eyes narrowed to see through the dimmed glass.

"Nico found an old slingshot of his lying around. Still shoots pretty well, doesn't it?"

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"Benoit Blanc," Joe said warmly, reaching over to shake his hand as they settled in the living room. "A pleasure! Can I just say, the stories about you - I'm a little starstruck." He mimed swooning with a hand on his forehead, then winked. Nile couldn't help but stare in horror.

Blanc smiled. "To be sure, the articles about me are too fond of sensationalizing," he demurred. "You must tell me, er, Mr Al-Kaysani-"

"Joe."

"Joe." Blanc pointed up above Joe's head. "However did you come across such a fine collection of blades? That broadsword in particular - its well-used."

"Oh, that? Think it's a family heirloom. But we wouldn't know what to do with a weapon," Joe said reassuringly, as behind him Nicky dumped an impressive assortment of kitchen knives out on the dining table. He sat down and began, meticulously, to sharpen them.

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"Please tell me," Nile said, in a dangerous whisper. "That you, the dead body they are looking for, did not leave the safehouse to try and find your whiskey flask at an active crime scene."

Booker looked down. "I thought I remembered where it was this time," he mumbled.

Andy inspected her nails. "I just wanted some fresh air."

"Miss Foster, keep up now!"

The Order of The Avengers (Part 2) - (2021)

A couple of months ago, I asked my followers what kind of Avengers fan art they wanted to see from me and they voted at 81% for the “Medieval / Heroic Fantasy AU” option. Here’s the result, I hope you’ll enjoy it! A big thank you to @vegetamochi​ who came up with the title. (Nb: this is an art project, there’s no fic to go with it)

The Order of The Avengers (Part 1) - (2021)

A couple of months ago, I asked my followers what kind of Avengers fan art they wanted to see from me and they voted at 81% for the “Medieval / Heroic Fantasy AU” option. Here’s the result, I hope you’ll enjoy it! ♥ A big thank you to @vegetamochi who came up with the title. (Nb: this is an art project, there’s no fic to go with it)

humidity

oh alas, you say. oh papa, whatever shall i do, it is ever so hotte and drye in california. the very air hath been sucked of all its moisturey droplets and whatnot.* one hundredy and tennith desiccated degrees!

*(yo, drought is serious. i am pretty obviously not making fun of that.)

alright. let’s check it out. here’s a random california city, right about now:

thirty-two percent. and here’s a random mid-atlantic city located somewhere in the wet fleshy crease behind a demon’s knee*:

*(confession: i do not live in dc, but several years ago i spent three weeks steaming like a tinned ham in arlington in august. none of the pants i took with me could ever keep a crease again.)

huh! funny thing! “see, dc’s actually seven degrees COOLER,” you say, because you’ve obviously never gone outside and taken a deep lungful of wet sock trash air in your life. and now for added bliss, here’s what early wednesday morning’s gonna be like for these poor clowns:

that’s right! eighty-two percent humidity! the point at which showers no longer matter, because you’re all caught in God’s grease trap! just stressed human eels miserably slip slidin’ their way through a damp melty bathwater-flavored hellscape that feels like it’s actively sous viding their top layer of skin! a hundred thousand people packed into public transit breathing air that feels like deepthroating swamp thing! and you wanna talk to me about fuckin california!

[cue science voice]: human bodies cool through evaporation, a process by which the body sweats and sweet invisible angels towel us off, whisking away our unwanted moisture into the air and literally chilling us out. (it’s also why air conditioned air feels so fucking deliciously refreshing: it’s not just being cooled, it’s being conditioned, aka, dehumidified. it’s cool dry air.) but. if the air is already made out of fucking chowder and can’t absorb shit then guess what the fuck our bodies can’t do.