Two days later, I finally succeeded in getting everyone's approval-or denial--of Phantom getting on the team. He was also recovering quite nicely from the wound I'd bandaged up for him.
I knocked on the door of the room we insisted he stay in, and opened it after a few seconds. "Are you feeling any better, Phantom?" I accidentally had walked into his room while he was dressing. Because of this, I felt my entire face become incredibly hot--one could possibly melt dragonsmetal on it--and I shut the door, stammering apologies.
(A/N: Hey! So, I'm going to publish now so I can get this note up here--but I'm going to be redoing this profile, so I'll reupload this when that whole mess is fixed. :) I promise there will be more added to it, too as an apology gift.)
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Phantom in Memory
Fanfiction***MAPLESTORY FEM!FREUDxPHANTOM FANFIC FAIR WARNING*** Freud gets an odd visitor whom insists on joining the Heroes, and he's more than qualified and has a good reason to boot; the problem is, he's hiding more than she knows. Over the course of tim...
