#wait is it serra or sera

[lightprkdraws]

He's being a tease

[nadiasna7]

Yes, I think sleeping on somebody's shoulder is the most intimate thing ever, don't look at me like this...

I drew this to get back into the habit of well... Drawing. I think 85% of their time together Leon spends being fondly exasperated, skjdks.

[wisecrackingeric-2]

From Transsexual Transylvania!!

((Click for better quality!)) HAPPY DAY BEFORE SEPERATE WAYS RELEASE DAY!!!!! This is your sign to go draw your favourite characters as visibly and unapologetically Trans!!!!!!!!!!!! Luis Serra is actually Trans he told me so himself!!

(Song- ‘Sweet Transvestite’ from Rocky Horror Picture Show!!)

[geddy-leesbian]

Can any part of life — be larger than life? Even love must be limited by time. And those who push us down that they might climb —

[redfieldkennedy]

leon dating luis and ada dating luis and luis desperately trying to get them to play nice (it doesn't work)

[zkretchy]

Just some post Re4 Remake down time

[meri-meri-mwah]

A playstation showcase is happening this week and if Separate Ways isn't announced, I'M GOING TO SOB CAUSE I NEED TO SEE CUNTS (coughs Ada and Luis coughs) SERVING !!

[moderninfatuation]

I am totally interested in seeing how you write Leon Kennedy and Luis Serra (my two favorite male characters of the RE universe), but I don't think I can provide any interesting prompts. The most I can think of, right now, is either of those characters and how they would survive the apocalypse with the reader. But, that's a bit vague. Uhm, is Leon Kennedy meeting up with a scientist reader who's dedicated to finding a cure an interesting prompt? (Probably not, huh?) Or Luis Serra surviving with a reader who's holding him captive for some reason (like a reader that gives Ada wong vibes?)?

note: hello :) I do find your prompts interesting, but now I need to make sure I do your favorites justice >< let me know what you think! I definitely think I could describe the actual interaction between you and the characters more, but it always takes me so long to get to, so i might make just have to make a second part

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Scientist!Reader with Leon and Agent!Reader with Luis

characters: Leon S. Kennedy and Luis Sera, seperate

tags: sfw, agent!reader, scientist!reader, gn!reader, kidnapping, references to drugging

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Leon & Scientist!Reader

Finding a cure for anything within current times is hard, of course. If anyone is intelligent enough to realize that, it’s probably you. Once a junior scientist held in high esteem by one of the bigger pharmaceutical companies in the area, you’re now forced to dig through the rubble of what was once lined up office spaces and laboratories, the logo of the company you worked for looming over you from what is left of the buildings as if it were threatening to crash down on you one day. That doesn’t stop you from trying, however, much to the dismay of most of the people who used to be your higher ups. You feel like there is constantly someone on your back, just waiting for you to be careless so they can strike down your attempts to help - that is all you wanted to do, but it seems as if right now, helping earns you more enemies than it does allies.

Leon is among the very few individuals you trust enough to tag along. He found you, crawling through what was once a cooling room, the glass of what used to be syringes and test tubes crackling below your weight as you scour for anything that could be of use later. The place was positively trashed as the scene was fled just a few months ago during the initial outbreak, but you decided to come back anyway, always on the lookout for anything that moves and anything that breathes. You nearly passed out from the shock when suddenly, Leon stood behind you, telling you to raise your hands while you could only hear his heavy boots on the tiled floor and the click of his safety catch. It made the hairs on your nape stand.

It used to be a little hard to get a proper read on Leon. He was quiet at first, too busy keeping an eye on your surroundings as well as you while he was escorting you out of the building. What if you were infected after all? What if it is just an elaborate trap to get him out of the picture? There was always a shadow of suspicion following him around. However, you get it. They’re out to get you once you’ve seen too much, and you and Leon perfectly fit the picture. It gets easier to spend time around each other once the both of you let the realization sink in.

Ever since, you’re a duo like no other. If it weren’t for the fact that he’s a grown ass man, you’d say he’s attached to your hip; like a gun ready to be pulled when you’re in a tight spot. That is most he does when he follows you, actually: showing off his combat skills when it gets dicey. You’re thankful, of course, but you also managed to do it just fine on your own… or at least, that’s what you’d like to say. Truth is, you almost got your head crushed one or two times in the past because you were too focused on a gleam coming from a crack too tiny to put your arm in than on the dangerously tipped storage cabinet barely supported by said crack. Leon is just the guy for the job: holding up furniture, fighting off the infected, hell, ever since he’s warmed up to you, he even likes to joke around, hoping to get a laugh from you despite the differences in humor.

Leon can be stern with you, too. It doesn’t feel right to call it scolding, but he will furrow his brows and tell you to be more careful at even the slightest injury. He also insists on bandaging you up if things get bloody, not letting you do it yourself. If you push and complain hard enough, all he’ll do is raise his eyebrows in surprise, hold up his hands defensively and take a few steps back to let you do your thing - and to partially to keep himself from raising his voice. He would usually follow it up with a little quip too, just to defuse the tension, but also to see your reaction. His smug expression betrays him right before he drops the dreaded “Right, you’re the doctor-” before you have to remind him for what feels like the hundredth time that you’re not a doctor, as if the lack of a doctorate still matters now.

While he doesn’t know much about “science-stuff”, as he calls it, Leon knows enough to join the conversation. He likes to join you at your desk, asking questions and pointing at your equipment in the dark of the night, only illuminated by the wiry desk lamp and occasionally his flashlight when he gets bored. There have been times he fell asleep right next to you, too, snoring softly with his head hanging low and his lips slightly parted. He smiles gently and congratulates you with friendly shoulder bumps and pats on your back whenever you’ve made a new breakthrough or discovery in your research. His support is the most valuable you could get right now, especially since he’s competent enough to go out and get more supplies for you without, well, dying along the way. You have found your own kind of normalcy as the city around you gets rebuilt over time, a cure closer than it seems thanks to your sleepless nights and Leon’s eagerness to help. 

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Luis & Agent!Reader

You decided to take the harder path in life, it seems, but it was never really a decision, per se. You’re merely a product of your surroundings and circumstances… but it certainly was a decision when you took on your very first job to steal. It could just be a one time thing, right? A swipe of your hand when nobody seemed to look in exchange for cash that’s worth twice the amount of whatever you have to take. Your career took a dark turn once you realized that there is no coming back from the downward spiral that becomes clearer as your jobs go from theft to smuggling to assassination. So, the only solution is to keep going, to keep your head up high and to not look back. Let the paycheck distract you.

A new job you had the pleasure of coming across is significantly more risqué, but also rewarding like no other. Your enigmatic new ‘employer’, if you could even call it that, sends you out to kidnap someone in exchange for protection. Not a first, exactly, but something tells you this is much more serious than your previous jobs. Now here you are, brushing the dust from the abandoned factory building’s roof off of your shoulder as ex-Umbrella scientist Luis Sera sits in front of you, struggling against the bindings supposed to keep him still while the empty potato sack obscuring his vision muffles his grunts. Not his first kidnapping, judging by the way he doesn’t even try to call and scream for help.

Luis groans in confusion as his brain slowly recovers from the Rohypnol you used to make him pliant and easy to carry. His eyes get adjusted to the spotlight shining directly at him, and for a second, the both of you make eye contact. You step out of the way before the laptop you set up takes a picture of your newest (and only) captive, ready to send it to your boss. “Mierda…” is all you hear from Luis for a long time, slurred as he immediately looks around for any means of escape. Yes, this guy definitely has experience. But why him? Upon first look, he just looks like any other biologist you had to sneak past. Lab coat, eye rings, the stubble that comes once self care becomes luxury in the face of deadlines.

You’re quick to find out that Luis is talkative, effectively destroying one of the very few scientist stereotypes you were aware of. Some people talk just to calm their nerves, but if he does it for that reason, he’s very skilled at keeping up the facade of extroversion. Some attempts of “Care to tell me where we are?” followed by a quiet “Eh, not the talking type, I see…” before he goes silent again for… what, 5 minutes? You almost regret pulling the potato sack from his head. He even asks for a cigarette at some point, to which you scoff in reply.

Hours pass as you realize that you’re not here to scare him or to “get him out of the picture”, so to speak - you’re on a mission to hide him. You aren’t given more details by your boss, except that you should probably keep Luis tied up. You’re more open to conversation now that you know you’re stuck with him for… unspecified time. Once you give him some input on the current situation, leaning onto the shoddy table behind you to get comfortable, you see him relax visibly. “Ahh, so you can talk! Was getting afraid we didn’t speak the same language.” he teases, a smug expression decorating his face now. He seems like an entirely different person now. And the worst part? He sees right through you, despite your attempts to remain calm and quiet. “I’m starting to feel like I know more about this situation than you do…” The hint is all he needs to earn himself a glare over your shoulder as you hope for further instructions appearing on the screen in front of you.

Your hands are less than gentle after an hour of convincing that he won’t run off leads to you cutting open his bindings. “Thank you.” Is all he mumbles before standing up, idly wiping his thighs and stretching his legs. It isn’t exactly professional to deny the orders given to you, but he doesn’t seem like the type of guy to initiate fist fights. He runs circles in the small room, patting his jacket for a lighter and his pants for the cigarettes to match before lighting himself one, exhaling smoke into the cold air surrounding you. The evening continues like that. You can’t help but be… charmed by him and the way he hums to himself as well as by his useless attempts at conversation with you. He occasionally looks over your shoulder, nagging you with a “There’s a far more efficient way to use-” as he reaches out for your keyboard while you can only watch and rest. It’s not like he’s checking your messages or anything, right? Occasionally he wanders off too far, followed by the noise of metal on metal and the shuffling of feet as he explores the building, only to find his way back to you.

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[svturn-exe]

luis lives au - polar

contains references to canon-typical violence & some very mild reference to a headcanon (leon being referred to with both he/him and she/her)

From so far away, the explosives she’d spent so long lacing the island with sound almost like fireworks. Her body is sore, and she’s definitely got a few bruises underneath her clothing, but watching the island crumble under the force of the heavy duty explosives, Ada finds that the effort was worth it. All things considered… it could’ve been a lot worse. She’ll have to remember to send Leon a fruit basket. Something for her trouble.

A quiet groan pulls Ada from her musing, turning her head to look towards the back of the helicopter. Luis Sera is right where she left him, slumped in the seat Ada manhandled him into. His shirt is open, revealing the bandages wound around his chest, his ornate leather jacket draped over his shoulders. The sight sparks something in Ada’s chest, almost approaching nostalgia. She remembers it fondly - bright-eyed, baby-faced, painfully earnest rookie Leon. So naive and trusting, hanging on her every word, taking a bullet for a woman she didn’t even know. Ada could have left him there to die. She could have let pain and exhaustion catch up to Leon - let him pass out and bleed her life out onto the ground. Ada is a spy, though, not an ingrate. So she had dressed the wound and called them even.

The reason Luis is alive, however, has nothing to do with gratitude. Has little to do with Ada at all, if she’s being honest. Rather, Luis is alive because Ada had been ordered to get him out of there. For reasons Ada can’t even begin to guess at. Albert Wesker, Ada has learned over the years, is made up of contradictions. For all intents and purposes, Luis had failed to uphold his end of the bargain - had been unable to retrieve the Amber, instead taking a ten inch knife to the lung while running around with Leon. Therefore, the deal was off. Yet, when Ada had reported Luis’ mortal injury back to Wesker… Ada remembers falling to what would have certainly been her death, only to have her life mercifully spared, despite not being able to complete her mission - the G-virus sample lost to the yawning depths below. Maybe, she supposes, Wesker is just softer than he looks. Or, maybe, he has some other hidden motive. Whatever it is, she’ll find out eventually.

She looks away from Luis, moving away from the helicopter’s door and settling into an empty seat. The amber nestles into the cushioned case she’d been provided nicely, and she clicks it shut with an air of finality. Ada puts on the headset, leisurely leaning back in her seat. “Patch me through,” she says, and waits until the pilot gives her the thumbs-up. “I’ve obtained the Amber,” she speaks into the mic, gaze drifting to the outside, setting sun glinting off the water. “Serra, as well.” “Excellent,” comes Wesker’s reply, ostensibly pleased with her performance, but there is something in the man’s tone Ada can’t quite place. Albert Wesker is made up of contradictions. “Just one question.” A question Ada had been wanting to ask since she took the job, to be frank. “What do you plan to do with this?” “I do not pay you to ask questions.” Really, Ada should have expected that, but Wesker continues on anyway, as if he hadn’t just rebuked her for prying. “All you need to know, is a new dawn is breaking.”

The words, however ominous, sound oddly rehearsed. Almost imperceptibly stilted in a way few would be able to catch. Ada purses her lips, glancing down at the case, the Amber nestled safely inside. “A hundred will give their lives so that just one may live.” A brief pause. “I am expediting that change.” Wesker rarely gets things like sarcasm - if you want to get anywhere with him, you need to be blunt. “So,” Ada takes a moment to pick her next words. “We’re talking millions of casualties.” She can’t say the idea sits well with her, regardless of her chosen profession. “Billions,” Wesker asserts, an odd thing to emphasize. Wesker rarely gets sarcasm. He also just as rarely ever says what he really means.

There is little to no reason, logically, for Wesker to be telling her this - not if he believes in what he’s saying. He could have simply rejected her attempt to pry, and let Ada believe he simply wants to research the Amber for his own personal gain. Ada has a choice to make. “How ambitious,” she replies, standing before removing the headset and placing it down on her seat. There is only one choice to make, really.

She points a gun at the pilot’s head, finger off the trigger but the threat is clear. “We’re changing course. Now.” The pilot turns their head just enough to see the weapon in Ada’s hand, and obeys without question, the helicopter tilting as they turn to face back the way they’d come. Ada peers down, out the window. Far below, in the water, Ada sees the speedboat, and by extension, Leon. The girl he’d been sent to rescue - Ashley, that’s her name - clings to Leon’s back. A weight Ada didn’t know she’d been carrying lifts off her shoulders. They made it out okay. Leon had saved Ada’s ass again. Her ankles still feel rubbed raw from being strung up, and her shoulder aches from where it hit the ground, but she could be a lot worse off. Watching Leon and Ashley speed off in the boat Ada had given them the keys for… she’ll just call them even again.

Another groan, louder this time, pulls Ada’s attention away from the speedboat, and she glances back towards Luis. He’s moving, struggling to push himself upright, bleary eyes taking in his surroundings. “You’re awake,” Ada greets, and Luis startles, wide eyes flicking up to meet her own. He tries to say something, but a cough stops him, wracking his weakened body. Ada takes a moment to look back outside. They’re approaching the island again, still being ravaged by explosions. Maybe it was a bit overkill, but it’s coming in handy now. Ada slinks back over to the case, popping it open and removing the Amber. Walking over to the door, resting her free hand on the wall, she holds it in her hand, head tilted, studying the small object. To think that something so innocuous has true world-ending potential. She waits until they’re about over the center of the island before tossing it down, leaving the Amber to be buried along with the rest of the accursed cult.

Turning back, Ada sees that Luis has caught his breath, and is looking at her with confusion and incredulity. “So, eh-,” Luis wets his lips, glancing down at where Ada had thrown the Amber. “I am… not ungrateful, señorita, but… why am I here?” Ada understands his confusion. She’d been pretty confused too, when Wesker had decided to save her, despite the mission failure. “Points for effort,” she drawls sarcastically, letting the sardonic statement conceal the fact that she doesn’t know, either. “Consider your life from this point on your consolation prize.” Luis blinks at her, stunned, but relaxes back into the leather seat with a pained grunt. “We were just taking a quick detour,” Ada changes the conversation, raising her voice so the pilot can hear her over the whirring helicopter blades. “We’ll be heading back now.” The helicopter tilts as they about-face once more, setting them on course to their destination. To Wesker.

The rest of the ride passes in relative quiet, save for the occasional noise of pain or discomfort from Luis. For a man who was stabbed in the lung, though, he’s taking it remarkably well. Credit where credit is due. The sun has long since set, the stars a thick blanket over the night sky and the wind a bitter chill, by the time they touch down. Ada is a capable woman, but her strengths definitely lie in speed and discretion. Half-hauling a grown man around with his arm over her shoulders is not something Ada typically does, and she feels a brief flash of annoyance at Krauser for going and dying on her. If nothing else, she could’ve used his muscles right about now. Wesker cuts an imposing silhouette, as always, backlit by a large screen displaying more information than Ada cares to try to glean at the moment. “Lay him down,” Wesker gestures to a gurney, strangely out of place in this room. It takes a bit of effort to get Luis up onto the thing, but he settles down with a groan. Then, Wesker turns his gaze to Ada. As usual, his face gives nothing away, mouth set in a thin line and eyes hidden behind dark lenses. He’s waiting for something. She meets his gaze, unflinching. “I suppose you have made your decision.” Wesker is the first to break the silence of their stare-off. There isn’t any need to elaborate. The fact that Ada came back with Luis and not the Amber says enough. Another beat of silence, and for a moment, Ada worries if she somehow misread. If Wesker is now going to kill her as retribution for failing him once more. He simply turns away, back to his monitor. “Was it the right one?” he muses, gazing up at some graph displaying data Ada has no context for. “There was only one real choice,” Ada asserts, letting the confidence in her voice wash away the moment of unease. Wesker pauses, humming. “I will hold you to that.”

[4dmc]

Wait so is it Luis SeRa

Or

Luis SeRRa

??

[omgmykpopfictionsandstuff]

One cloudy day..

Une main sur la hanche, l'autre dans la sienne et le plongée en arrière. Voilà une heure que Berwald servait de mannequin à Miyuki et Elisa, il servait de mannequin avec Lily qui avait très gentiment accepter se se joindre eux pour cette petite séance de peinture dans l'une de salle de danse au fond nuages de la SM un de ces salles mythiques mais oubliées. Il pencha Lily en arrière et la française lui offrit un grand sourire. Miyuki termina son dessin et se leva très heureux du rendu, Elisa posa son pinceau et c'est ce moment que choisit Sören pour entrer, Lucie à son bras, Ten à l'autre. Lily sourit et relâcha doucement Berwald et s'inclina devant sa sœur et fixa Sören puis Ten. Sören s'écarta de son compagnon et tendit la main a Lily.

« Shall we ? » demanda-t-il calmement

« Do not force yourself » dit Lily en riant

« Won't happen. » dit Sören avec un semblant de sourire

Lily l'emmena alors dans une petite danse de simple, une valse qui jurait avec leurs tenues, car Lily portait un simple Jeans, un débardeur noir et des talons multicolore, et Sören lui portait un vieux t-shirt gris chiné avec l'inscription ' Royal Stockholm High School Hockey Team' et dans son dos 'S. Ekstrøm ' ainsi qu'un vieux jeans déchiré et des simple tennis blanches. La danse était légère et quand la jolie blonde, s'arrêta posant une main sur l'épaule de Sören, Ten serra les dents.

« Hands off he's mine. » grogna-t-il

Lily se recula légèrement surprise et leva la tête vers Sören, qui lui cachait très très mal sa satisfaction. Lily roula des yeux et Lucie secoua la tête en prenant la main de Ten.

« Ecoute, mon chéri... » fit Lucie en douceur « Sören est gay. Très gay. Lily est hétéro. Enfin aux dernières nouvelles.. » Elle fixa sa sœur qui confirma

« Je ne suis pas une menace. » dit Lily en souriant « Sören est juste mon ami. »

« Et c'est mon meilleur ami. » fit une voix velouté.

Elle entra dans la salle, portant une chemise blanche d'homme pas grande, des bas retenus par des porte jarretelles clairement visible sous la chemise et concrètement on voyait tout à travers sa chemise. Elle était petite, pourtant trônait sur des escarpins terriblement haut, ses longues mèches noires tombant de manière naturelle sur ses épaules et on pouvait aisément voire la fatigue dans ses yeux vert intense. Elle avança et soupira en se reposant contre l'épaule de Sören.

« It freaking hurts ... » soupira-t-elle

« I know. » dit-il

« I'm not only fucking meat for fucks sake. I'm not like... » Elle s'arrêta quand NCT entra par l'autre porte et la fixaient  « Holy fuck. »   Sören enleva son pull et le donna a Morganna qui l'enfila rapidement et fixa Lily qui enleva sa ceinture et la lui tendait. En deux secondes Morganna c'était faite une robe d'un pull beaucoup trop grand pour elle. Grâce à Sören et Lily. Ten l'observa et arqua un sourcil.

« Je vous ai déjà vu quelque part non ? » demanda-t-il

« Je suis Mona. » dit-elle doucement en souriant à Ten

« Holy shit. » couina Mark 

« Dude ?! » s'étonna Johnny

« I... oh waw... she's.. really... » Mark était rouge.

Morganna secoua un peu la tête quand Elrick entra, la mine noire, les yeux sombres. Il prit la main de Morganna qui secoua la tête.

« No please no.. » murmura-t-elle

« She's gone... Jolene and Malia said I had to get you. » dit-il

« I.. yes.. » Morganna s'éloigna et sortit en courant chercher quelqu'un.

« She's not Ian. » dit-il a Sören qui se massa les tempes.

« Qu'est-ce qu'il y a Sören ? » Ten prit doucement sa main

« Une amie de Morganna est malheureusement décédé dans l'exercice de ses fonctions. » dit Elrick

« Elle disait qu'elle avait de l'espoir la dernière fois d'arriver au bout de son service... ... » murmura Lily

« Malheureusement tout le monde n'est pas Ian... » soupira Lucie  

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Voilà quelques jours bien sombres mais la vie continuait... enfin pas tout à fait. Morganna regardait l'homme assis sur la terrasse une cigarette entre les doigts, le regard dans le vide. Elle soupira et vint prendre la cigarette pour l'écraser.

« ça va pas? » grogna-t-il

« J'ai déjà perdue une amie. Tu ne seras pas le suivant sur la liste. » Elle était assez froide et soupira « Que va-t-il advenir de son fils ? » demanda-t-elle

« Je vais devoir ... m'en occuper. » nota-t-il « C'est moi son père. » il prit sa tête entre les mains

« Je sais. En attendant il vit avec Jolene. » nota Morganna en se levant « c'est sa Marraine après tout. » -

Jolene portait le petit garçon, puis s'installa dans le canapé. Le petit garçon aux yeux typé coréen mais d'une jolie couleur verte sombre. Il avait 3 ans et comprenait ce qu'il c'était passer et quand Jolene dessina un avion pour lui... il posa ses mains sur le papier.

« Mama... » dit-il doucement

« Yes Mama.. » Jolene caressa ses cheveux. « She won't comeback you know that right my love ? »

« I know. Uncle Ian... said... she .. » il chercha ses mots « Uncle Ian said... elle est ... partie dans les nuages. »

« C'est ça... » dit Jolene en passant en coréen caressant ses petites joues humide de larmes

« I miss mama... » dit-il en se lovant dans les bras de Jolene

« I miss her too. » dit-elle en le serrant contre elle.

Jaehyun entra dans le salon, cachant très mal un grand ourson en peluche dans son dos et Jolene leva la tête du petit garçon qui offrit un petit sourire fatigué a Jaehyun avant de descendre du canapé et de tendre les bras. Jaehyun posa l'ourse en peluche et souleva le petit dans ses bras.

« Hey big boy. » dit-il en souriant

« Hey uncle Jaee » Il souriait un peu fatigué

« Ohh someone wants a nap. » dit Jaehyun en souriant

« Nappy ! » il souriait un peu plus en se frottant les yeux

« Want Jaejae to put you in bed love ? » demanda Jolene

« want both... want my song... » murmura-t-il fatigué

« All right. » Jolene se leva et ramassa le gros ourse en peluche.

Le couple emmena le petit garçon dans la chambre ou résidait Jolene et le mirent au lit. C'est avec une douce chanson Jolene chantant et Jaehyun à la guitare, un peu hésitant. Une version country de 'Baby Mine' emmena le petit bout dans un sommeil profond et le couple éteignit la lumière et sortit de la chambre. Jaehyun rit un peu et Jolene l'embrassa tendrement avant de rejoindre le reste du groupe dans la salle à manger.

« He's so precious. » nota Johnny

« He is. » Jolene sourit

« Are you... like... gonna adopt him ? » demanda Mark

« He has a father you know. » dit Jolene « I'm just waiting for him to get better. » dit-elle

« we're gonna miss the little guy... » dit Mark

« Is his father gonna be okay ? » demanda Johnny 

« I'm counting on Morganna to not let him down. » dit Jolene

Puis on sonna à la porte et Jolene se leva pour aller ouvrir. Dans l'entrée se trouvait Morganna, avec à son bras un homme un peu morne.

« Hey... » dit Jolene doucement en emmenant le jeune homme avec elle

« Comment va-t-il ? » demanda-t-il la voix brisé

« C'est un grand garçon. Il comprends... » Jolene frotta doucement son dos « Et il attend son papa. Mais il dort là... » dit-elle doucement

« Je peux le voir ? » demanda-t-il doucement

« Viens. » Elle prit sa main et l'emmena doucement vers la chambre ou le petit dormait à poing fermé.

« Si seulement je pouvais dormir aussi insouciant que lui. » dit-il

« Une chanson et une guitare c'est tout ce qu'il demande. » Jolene rit en refermant la porte « Essaie une infusion de camomille et de valériane. Ça peut aider avec du miel. »

« Merci Jolene. Merci pour tout ce que tu fais... » Il soupira

« De rien Kyungsoo... Hilary aurait voulut qu'on se serre les coudes. » Elle l'emmena dans la salle commune et lui servit un thé

« Il lui restait que deux semaines... » soupira-t-il « Deux semaines et elle avait finit avec l'armée. »

« Le sort à été une pute. » grogna Morganna

« Langage. » soupira Jolene

« Tout le monde n'a pas la chance d'Ian. » dit Kyungsoo fatigué

« Appa ? » couina une petite voix endormie

« Douglas... » Il se tourna et s'accroupit « Viens-là »

Le petit bonhomme décida de piquer un sprint un peu bancale mais déterminé vers son père qui le prit dans ses bras. Jolene posa sa tête sur l'épaule de Jaehyun et sourit en voyant le père et le fils réuni.

« Tu as les yeux de ta maman tu sais ? » dit Kyungsoo en souriant

« Tata Jojo dis ça aussi... »  le petit regarda Jolene « ça veut dire... i can go with papa now ? »

« You're going home with papa yes love. » Jolene sourit

« But Uncle Ian and Uncle Jae and you, you have to come to my birthday hein oui papa ils doivent venir ? » le petit Douglas sourit

« Oui on organisera une fête. » dit Kyungsoo un peu dépassé mais souriant

« Bon courage. » dit Jaehyun doucement

« Merci. » Kyungsoo caressa les cheveux de Douglas « On va prendre tes affaires. Ton oncle Ian nous attend. » dit-il en regardant son téléphone.

« Quoi le vieux est là ?! » dit Morganna en souriant

« Respecte ton père. » dit Jolene blasé

« Je l'appelle pour qu'il monte ! » fit Morganna  

« ça doit être un vieux monsieur ... » s'étonna Mark doucement

« Ahah. » Kyungsoo rit un peu posant son fils au sol pour qu'il embarque contre son gré, oncle Jaehyun l'aider a faire sa valise « Ian vieux. »

« Ian vieux... » Jolene secoua la tête en riant et alla ouvrir la porte.

Une homme assez grand entra. Il était battit comme un dieu ce qui se voyait à travers sa tenue, une chemise blanche serrant ses muscles, un veston noir et un pantalon de costume noir collant à ses jambes, lui offrant un galbe des fesses pour le moins sexy. A son cou pendait une cravate défaite et sa chemise déboutonné laissa entrevoir le haut d'une pièce d'échec tatoué sur sa clavicule, ses cheveux noirs tombaient brillant et d'une façon élégante autour de son visage, il avait ce genre de visage de jeune premier, et des yeux d'un vert intense. Il aurait pu clouer n'importe qui sur place avec un seul regard. Il glissa ses mains dans ses poches avant des les sortir pour soulever le petit Douglas lui fonçant dessus.

« Hi ye wee lad » fit-il avec un très gros accent irlandais

« Uncle Ian !!! » Douglas le serrait très fort dans ses bras

« Hi dad ! » fit Morganna en embrassant sa joue, alors qu'il se penchait

« Dad ?! » s'étrangla Johnny « But he's like 20 or so. »

« 40. But thanks wee lad. S'fine knowin am' still handsome. » fit l'homme aux yeux verts.

« Holy shit. » Mark avala de travers

« Dude really ? » Johnny fixa Ian qui haussa un sourcil

« J'ai 40 ans oui. » dit-il en posant Douglas à terre « on va à la maison ? » demanda-t-il à Kyungsoo

« La mienne ou la tienne ? » demanda Kyungsoo

« La mienne. Je suis équipé pour des bambins. » dit-il

« Comment va mon petit frère ?  Et ma petite sœur ? » demanda Morganna

« Leur père me rend dingue mais sinon, ils vont bien. » dit Ian en soupirant « Ton beau-père est casse couille. »

« Tu l'as épousé pour ça Papa. » nota Morganna amusée

« Ouais. » il souleva les 3 grosses valises du petit sans problèmes « Tu diras a Sören que son frère est chez moi, et qu'il va falloir son expertise et celle de Berwald chez Kyungsoo ? »

« Oui papa. » Morganna sourit « Tino est là aussi ? »

« Tino arrive demain. » dit Ian en sortant « Oublie pas Berwald et Sören. »

« J'oublierais pas. » elle sourit un peu

« Au revoir tout le mooonde !!! » fit Douglas en prenant la main de Kyungsoo « Viens appa ! »

« J'arrive... » Kyungsoo salua tout le monde avant de sortir.

Puis tout NCT fixa Morganna qui ferma la porte. Elle se tourna vers eux et haussa un sourcil.

« Quoi ? » elle arqua un sourcil

« Il a 40ans et à l'air plus jeune que moi... » marmonna Johnny

« Ian à la malédiction de l’éternel babyface. » dit Jolene en s'asseyant

« Mais il a dit son mari. » Mark fixa Morganna

« Oh oui, ma mère à disparue quand je suis née y a 24 ans laissant mon pauvre papa seul a 16 ans se démerder avec moi. » expliquait Morganna

« Il a élever Morganna à l'armée, plus tard Hillary a jointe l'alliance élevons Mona ... » Jolene sourit tristement

« Elle va me manquer. » soupira Morganna « Woody est partie trop tôt... »

« C'était son patronyme à l'armée, elle était pilote de chasse. Et c'était la très rousse maman de Douglas. » expliqua Mona « Elle a voler 8 ans avec mon père, et c'est grâce à lui qu'elle avait rencontrer Kyungsoo »

« Son mari était déjà son compagnon il y a 8 ans. » dit Jolene

« Ils sont ensemble depuis plus de v 10 ans. » nota Morganna en riant. « Et ils sont très bien ensemble. »

« Mais c'est qui ? » s'étonna Mark

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Arrivé à la maison, Ian installa Kyungsoo et Douglas dans l'appartement au dessus du garage. C'était un trois pièces simple mais tout à fait adapter pour un bambin de 3 ans. Dans l'entrée se trouvait Yoona un peu amusée en voyant Ian poser les valises et montrer la chambre à Douglas. Elle se revoyait, elle à la place de Kyungsoo, sauf qu'elle avait son mari avec elle. Elle souriait quand Kyungsoo s'assit en soupirant.

« Le coeur d'Ian explosera un jour avec sa bonté. » dit Kyungsoo

« C'est certain. » dit Yoona en s'asseyant sur le canapé « Mais Douglas aura des copains de son âge ici. »

« J'arrive pas à croire que ton fils à déjà 7 ans. » dit Kyungsoo amusé

« Moi non plus et ma fille qui a déjà 5 ans.. » Yoona secoua la tête

« Yoona-noona ? » fit une petite fille

« Oh Yuni ? » s'étonna Yoona en se redressant

« Y a votre fils qui est tombé dans le jardin. » dit-elle un peu gêné

« Il a encore voulut faire une prise de judo a ton frère ? » demanda-t-elle

« Oui Noona » dit-elle en baissant la tête

« Et ou est Sunhee ? » demanda-t-elle

« Elle prend le thé avec Tata Joy ! » dit-elle doucement

« Yuni ? » Ian s'avança

« Papa ! » La petite sauta dans ses bras.

« On va voir ce que Yunshi à fait comme bêtise ? » dit-il en la prenant dans ses bras

« Mais Yunshi a rien fait de mal c'est juste... Suncheol.. qui a essayer de le bloquer. » dit Yuni

« Un jour il apprendra. » Yoona se leva et sortit de l'appartement

« Vous avez pas réveiller Hyoji ? » soupira Ian

« Non elle fait toujours dodo ! » Yuni sourit

« Et appa ? » il descendit dans le grand salon trouvant son mari, bras croisé, et Sveinn, le mari de Yoona dans la même posture, fixant deux petits garçons.

« Je ne suis pas fier de toi. » souffla le mari de Yoona « Combien de fois devrais-je te dire que le Judo se fait au Dojo et pas à la maison dans le jardin ou c'est dangereux ? » sa voix atteignait un zéro absolu rappelant sa suède natale.

« Désolé... papa.. ; » couina le petit Suncheol.

« Tu as de la chance que Yunshi t'as soutenu tu aurais pu te faire très mal en tombant. » Dit Sveinn « Yunho vous a déjà puni pour ça. »

« Oui papa... » Suncheol baissa la tête

« Je ne suis pas content non plus Yunshi. » souffla Yunho exaspéré. « Je vais devoir le répété aussi ? Que jouer sur les dalles de l'étang est dangereux ? Ou dois-je laisser Papa mettre un requin dans l'étang pour que tu comprennes que c'est dangereux ? »

« C'est un plan ça. » dit Ian en posant Yuni au sol

« Ian... » soupira Yunho, Ian glissa sa main dans le dos de Yunho et fixa les deux « Je vais être gentil cette fois. Vous êtes tous les deux privé de tv pendant une semaine et vous allez aider votre oncle Matthias a ranger le jardin quand il sera là demain. Ai-je été compris ? » sa voix était froide et sévère.

« Yes sir. » firent les deux petits bonhommes

« Maintenant filer dans votre chambre » soupira Sveinn

« Yes sir. » et les deux petits bouts s'en allaient

Yuni alla rejoindre la petite Sunhee dans sa chambre pour prendre le thé avec Tata Joy. Yunho sourit un peu en embrassant la joue d'Ian. L'ancien militaire sourit et fixa Yoona enlacer Sveinn, puis Kyungsoo descendit de l'appartement, tous se séparaient. Kyungsoo secoua la tête amusé.

« On dirait Junmyeon et Lola. » il soupira amusé « ça va.. c'est pas parce qu'Hillary n'est plus là que vous devez faire ça. » il s'assit calmement « Je dirais même, profitez-en plus. »

« Peut-être que cela te changera les idées... » commença Sveinn « Mais Matthias arrive demain avec Tino. Il va s'occuper du jardin. »

« Matthias. » Kyungsoo hocha la tête « Il m'a manqué oui... je pense que je pourrais l'aider et Douglas adore le jardinage. »

« Et Matt est géniale avec les petits. » nota Yoona amusée

« C'est son métier Yoona. » Sveinn rit un peu « Il est professeur de maternel. »

« J'aurais pas imaginé un hockeyeur pro retraité, prof de maternel. » dit Yunho amusé

« C'est Donghae qui va être heureux aussi. » dit Joy en entrant « Parce que Tino a dit ... que Matthias à convaincu Thor de venir avec. »

« En effet Donghae va sauter au plafond. Il sait pas fermer sa gueule sur son pivot préféré... Le pauvre Berwald a été forcé de lui traduire tous les matchs... » dit Yoona en souriant « Il a du succès d'ailleurs Berwi... »

« Apparemment Jaemin et Jeno en ont après lui. » dit Kyungsoo calmement

« Aaah il est pas sortit de l'auberge mon pauvre frangin. » dit Sveinn amusé

« J'ai hâte de récupéré mon Tino.. » soupira Joy

« ça se comprend. » dit Yoona

« Oh... pardon Kyungsoo » Joy baissa la tête

« Y a pas besoin d'être désolé. » Il haussa les épaules.. « Elle me manque oui, mais elle n'est plus là. Ma vie continue malgré tout. »

Ian hocha la tête et servit un verre a Kyungsoo.

La vie continuait.

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“Oh! That reminds me. Your big brother told me to give you this.” Sera then digs into her purse. Almost missing the way Aléx snaps his head to look at her. Already his eyes are mystified in anticipation for whatever she is going to pull out.

She then finds the letter she had been looking for and hands it over to him. His shoulders slump in what she could only guess is disappointment. She idly wonders what the boy was hoping for.

“He told me that it is for your eyes only, and it would be best to wait and open it until you're alone.” She relays to him when suddenly an idea to cheer him up crosses her mind, and she smiles.

“Annnnnnnd~ He told me to give you another thing!” 

“Oh?” He sounds almost hopeful as he perks up once again. Head slightly tilted and deep purple irises so intense. Hopeful, she muses. 

She wished that he didn’t have to wear contacts. His orange eyes reminded her of a sunset. They were so beautiful. She cups his adorable face in her hands and places a kiss on his forehead. 

“He told me to give you that!” She lied in a cheerful tone. She’s sure when she tells Elliot what she’s done, he wouldn’t mind. After all, he missed them just as much if not more than he was missed. 

A nervous, almost shy giggle is his reaction to the kiss. It was adorable! She smiles to herself as she peppers his face with more kisses, whispering his other sisters names as excuses. Leaving traces of her lipstick behind. Finally, she’s named all 7 of his other sisters.

“And finally, this one is from me.” She then pecks his nose and finally gives him space.

His face is a cute cherry red, overwhelmed by the sudden, aggressive, and abundant affection. Ah, it was so cute! So, undeniably, overwhelming cute! She would kiss him again if she could but, sadly, she knows if she pushes him too far not only would he cry but, she would get quite the scolding from Elliot! 

Serra does her best to hold herself back and merely latches on to his arm. He’s only a couple inches shorter than her. After a while, he goes to hold her hand. 

“I love you, kiddo!” She then can’t help herself as she kisses his temple.

“I… I love you too. When you go and see everyone again, can you all give them a kiss from me? And Elly a hug?” Aléx has trouble meeting her eyes.

Meanwhile, she felt like she could die from the cuteness overload happening right in front of her! It was the first time her boyfriend’s little brother ever said ‘I love you’ to her. And he looked so adorably cute with how shy he was with his red face!

He must’ve wanted to return the affection she gave on behalf of all of them. How sweet.

She clings onto him a little tighter. “Of course!”

[sofya-fanfics]

Totalement Glee

Résumé : Crossover - Harry Potter et Glee. Un nouveau professeur arrive à Poudlard et ouvre un Glee Club. Ce nouveau cours intéresse fortement Hermione.

Disclaimer : Harry Potter appartient à J.K. Rowling et Glee est une série de Ryan Murphy.

Une nouvelle journée commença à l'école de sorcellerie de Poudlard. Hermione, Harry et Ron entrèrent dans la Grande Salle pour prendre leur petit déjeuner. Ils s'installèrent à leur place habituelle et les deux garçons discutèrent du prochain match de Quidditch, tandis que Hermione ouvrit un gros livre de métamorphose. À la table des professeurs, Dumbledore se leva et demanda le silence. Les élèves se turent, se demandant ce que leur directeur allait annoncer.

« Je voudrais vous annoncer qu'à partir de cette année un nouveau cours sera ouvert à tous. Je vous présente le professeur William Schuester qui dirigera le Glee Club. »

Le professeur Schuester se leva, se présenta aux élèves et expliqua le concept du Glee Club. L'idée de ce nouveau cours avait l'air d'emballer la plupart des élèves. Hermione aussi semblait intéressée par ce cours. Elle avait toujours aimé chanter et en plus chaque numéro rapportait des points aux maisons. Le professeur Schuester termina en disant qu'il afficherait une liste d'inscription au Glee Club. À la fin du petit déjeuner, Hermione inscrivit son nom sur la liste.

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La première séance du Glee Club avait eu lieu. Une vingtaine d'élèves s'étaient inscrits et toutes les maisons étaient présentes. Et parmi les Serpentards se trouvaient Drago Malefoy, Blaise Zabini et Pansy Parkinson. Hermione avait réussi à convaincre Harry et Ron à s'inscrire avec elle. L'idée de chanter et danser en public n'avait pas l'air d'avoir convaincu Ron au début, mais le professeur Schuester avait réussi à le faire changer d'avis. Il avertit également les élèves qu'un spectacle devait avoir lieu devant toute l'école. Et ce spectacle leur rapporterait une centaine de points.

~00~

Les jours passèrent et Hermione aimait de plus en plus participer au Glee Club. Elle avait l'impression d'avoir trouvé sa place. Elle n'était pas la seule à ressentir cela. Tous les membres du Glee Club prenaient de plus en plus confiance en eux. Harry et Ginny avait proposé un numéro vraiment fantastique avec la chanson Need You Now. Même Ron n'hésitait plus pour se proposer à chanter. Le plus surprenant pour Hermione, fut quand Pansy s'était mise à chanter Back to Black. Jamais elle n'aurait imaginé qu'elle puisse avoir une voix pareille.

Plus le temps passait et moins les élèves attendaient d'être au Glee Club pour chanter. Hermione surprit d'ailleurs Blaise chanter Last Friday Night avec d'autres élèves de Serpentards dans le hall d'entrée tandis que l'équipe de Quidditch des Serdaigles s'entrainait sur la chanson Single Ladies. Le professeur Schuester avait vraiment réussi à convertir tout le château à la musique. Mais le plus troublant pour Hermione fut probablement d'avoir entendu Rogue fredonner Silly Love Songs tandis qu'elle rendait son devoir de potion. Elle préféra faire comme si de rien n'était, de peur de se faire punir jusqu'à la fin de l'année par son professeur.

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Le jour du spectacle était enfin arrivé. Une scène avait été montée spécialement dans la grande salle. Hermione entrouvrit légèrement le rideau et vit les élèves et les professeur s'installer dans la salle. Pourquoi y avait-t-il autant de monde à Poudlard ? Harry arriva à côté d'elle.

« Ça va aller ? Lui demanda-t-il.

-Je crois que je vais être malade, répondit Hermione en refermant le rideau. »

Harry lui serra la main, lui disant que tout allait bien se passer et qu'elle devait profiter de ce moment. Le professeur Schuester demanda à tout le monde de le rejoindre et il leur donna un dernier encouragement. Tous se placèrent ensuite sur scène. Hermione entendit Dumbledore présenter le Glee Club. Lorsqu'il eût terminé, le rideau s'ouvrit et la jeune fille prit une profonde inspiration. Le groupe avait le dos tourné au public. La musique commença et chacun leur tour, ils se retournèrent, chantant les notes au début de la chanson. Harry s'avança sur le devant de la scène et commença à chanter.

Just a small town girl

Livin’ in a lonely world

She took the midnight train goin’ anywhere

Hermione avança également et rejoignit Harry sur le devant de la scène. Elle se mit à chanter. C'était son moment de briller.

Just a city boy

Born and raised in South Detroit

He took the midnight train goin’ anywhere

Drago s'avança, suivit de Pansy. Le jeune homme chanta la première phrase et Pansy la seconde.

A singer in a smokey room

The smell of wine and cheap perfume

Leur voix finirent par ce rejoindre.

For a smile they can share the night

It goes on and on and on and on

Tous les autres élèves les rejoignirent et le groupe se mit à chanter.

Strangers waiting

Up and down the boulevard

Their shadows searchin’ in the night

Streetlight, people

Livin’ just to find emotion

Hidin’ somewhere in the night

Ils enchainèrent une chorégraphie jusqu'à ce que Ginny et Blaise se mettent à chanter.

Workin’ hard to get my fill

Everybody wants a thrill

Payin’ anythin’ to roll the dice

Just one more time

Ron et Luna continuèrent le prochain couplet, alors que Ginny et Blaise rejoignirent le groupe pour poursuivre la chorégraphie.

Some will win, some will lose

Some are born to sing the blues

And now the movie never ends

It goes on and on and on and on

Tous avancèrent sur le devant de la scène et chantèrent en chœur.

Strangers waiting

Up and down the boulevard

Their shadows searchin’ in the night

Streetlight, people

Livin’ just to find emotion

Hidin’ somewhere in the night

Don’t stop believin’

Hold on to that feelin’

Streetlight, people

Don’t stop believin’

Hold on to that feelin’

Streetlight, people

Don’t stop !

Le tour de chant s'arrêta et tous les élèves se mirent à applaudir. Un immense sourire s'afficha sur le visage d'Hermione. Jamais elle n'aurait cru qu'elle aurait réussi à chanter devant des centaines d'élèves. Elle se tourna vers Harry et se jeta dans ses bras.

« On a réussi ! S'exclama-t-elle. »

Elle s'écarta de lui, mais ce n'était plus Harry qui se trouvait face à elle, mais Blaine Anderson. Qu'est-ce que ça voulait dire ? Elle regarda derrière elle et à la place de Pansy et Drago se trouvaient Rachel Berry et Finn Hudson. Et à la table des professeurs, Sue Sylvester se tenait à la place de Rogue. Hermione sentit quelqu'un lui secouer le bras. Il s'agissait du professeur Schuester.

« Hermione. »

C'est étrange, pensa la jeune fille, il a la même voix que Harry.

« Hermione, continua Schuester. Hermione, réveille-toi. »

Hermione ouvrit les yeux et vit Harry et Ron devant elle. Elle regarda autour d'elle. Elle était allongée dans le canapé de la salle commune des Gryffondors où elle s'était endormie. Le feu de cheminé crépitait et le livre de métamorphose qu'elle lisait était par terre. Elle avait dû le laisser tomber quand elle s'était endormie. Elle s'assit et se frotta les yeux, repensant à son rêve.

« Plus jamais je ne regarderais Glee, marmonna-t-elle. »

Harry et Ron s'échangèrent un regard.

« Glee ? Questionna Ron. »

Il se demandait bien ce que voulait dire ce drôle de mot. Harry haussa les épaules, ne comprenant pas pourquoi Hermione parlait d'une série moldue. La jeune fille leur fit signe d'oublier et se leva. Tous les trois sortirent de la salle commune et allèrent diner dans la Grande Salle.

Fin

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Happy Halloween!!! Have some Princess Bride themed Serennedy!!

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2021-09-28 “You worked hard today☺︎” Hayakawa Seira blog [ENG]

Everyone, hello!

I’m 21-year-old Hayakawa Seira from Osaka. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance☺︎

Recently it’s been chilly every day and so today I decided to eat hot pot.

 Last week I wanted to have hot pot and so I bought nappa cabbage but I was busy everyday and before I realized the cabbage went soft. Cry. ‘But it’ll all be the same when I eat it’ I thought and so I cooked it anyways!

 Last week we appeared on a lot of song programs.

 NHK-san’s ‘utakon’ TV Asahi-san’s ‘Music station’ Nippon TV san’s “Buzz Rhythm 02’

They were all really fun! Thank you very much.

 Everyone, did you watch them??

 Recently my hair has grown longer, I’ve been challenging a lot of different hair styles.

 Everyone, what hair style do you like?

If you want, you can let me know ^ ^

I love Rei-chan starting here solo concert backstage.

The promotion period for the 28th single will be starting soon! I need to focus during the time we have remaining and do my best. Please look after us!

 Next, on Monday, we had our first online meet and greet in a while. To everyone that came, thank you very much!

I’m so glad that I was able to see everyone’s face for the first time in a while.

There was some trouble, and I was late to some slots but I was able to have fun and talk with everyone until the very end!

Thank you very much to everyone that spent a long time waiting in line.

 This time I wore

 1st slot: Love is lacking t-shirt

2nd slot: big sister wearing a knit vest & glasses

3rd slot: big sister wearing a stripped shirt & Alice band

4th slot: white cardigan & ponytail

5th slot: an encore of the ‘love is lacking’ t-shirt

This time I got my revenge, and a lot of people were wearing my birthday t-shirt! I was really happy〜

Thank you ☺︎

Next, somehow, the national event participation limited tickets 1st round for ‘online meet and greet’ are until today, Tuesday September 28th, at 23:59!

The way to apply is through the inserted CD bonus and going to the site printed on the URL or QR code on the ‘National event participation ticket or special present recruitment ticket’. After that you need to input the serial code printed on the ticket to apply!

 I’m looking forward to talking with everyone! Recently I have been talking a lot about my recent activities, if you like, I’d love to talk and listen to everyone, so please tell me your hobbies 〜^ ^

Anyone can register for this event with ease! I’ll definitely be waiting〜

https://www.nogizaka46.com/smph/news/2021/09/post-210906103.php

↑Please check out the details here ☺︎

The other day, after the online meet and greet I appeared as the regular MC on ‘Radirer! Sunday’!

Did you listen to it??

 Recently I’ve been less nervous on the Radio, but this was my first time as MC so I was a little nervous. However, all the program’s staff Fujimori-san, Yoshimura-san, and all the listeners helped alleviate those nerves and it was able to be a very fun time.

I’m, glad I received a lot of mail!

From here on I’m going to borrow everyone’s strength and deliver to you a wonderful time, I’m going to do my best!

Please continue to look after me〜

The answer to the quiz, I wonder what it is? =(^.^)=

Everyone please try and get the right answer!

 Also, speaking of radio! Last week I appeared on ‘Cleanpa! Presents Sato Matsuharu’s do not disturb radio’

It’s the first time I talked with Satomitsu san since right after the 27th single senbatsu announcement, it’s really been a while.

 We talked about the 28th single, hobbies, music, and various other genres but stomitsu listened to everything I talked about and I was relaxed and was able to have fun talking ^ ^

It was a lovely time 〜!

To everyone that listened in, thank you so very much.

 After all, talking is a lot of fun.

 Which means, tomorrow, late night I’ll be appearing on ‘Nogizaka46’s all night nippon’ and so if you like please listen-in ^ ^

Also I’ll be appearing with Ayamen on ‘Nekojita SHOWROOM’! I’m excited.

 I’m going to do my best tomorrow!

Everyone let’s have fun together(*´-`)

☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎annaouncements☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎ ☀︎ Nogizaka46’s 28th single ‘Kimi ni Shikarareta’ is now on sale! It successfully released last week! Thank you for all the support

https://youtu.be/1_oWkusqP4Q

↑「Kimi ni Shikarareta」MV

https://youtu.be/rZiqc7OeKZg

↑「Moshimo Kokoro ga Toumei nara」MV

 -EVENT-

☀︎TOKYO IDOL FESTIVAL 2021 October 3rd. Sunday October 3rd ast 19:20-19:50, Zepp DiverCity (Tokyo) we’ll be appearing on the HOT STAGE! Let definitely have fun together ^ ^ Please look after us.

https://official.idolfes.com/s/tif2021/?ima=0559

↑details can be found here!

☀︎「J-WAVE INNOVATION WORLD FESTA 2021 supported by CHINTAI」Saturday October 9th and Sunday October 10th. I appear as a regular on the radio program, INNOVATION WORLD, and for the event I’ll be appearing as a general moderator! A lot of innovators and artists will be there so if you’re interested, please make sure to participate.

https://www.j-wave.co.jp/iwf2021/

↑please check out the details here!

Thank you very much.

 -TV-

☀︎Nogizaka Star Tanjou! 2nd season. Nippon TV Monday October 11th 25:29. It’s a tv show where the 4th generation members are challenged to sing hit songs from the Showa and Heisei era. The last broadcast was the final episode but the show will continue in the second season!

Thank you very much to everyone that watches. The second season will not only have the 4th generation members sing hit songs but the senior members will also be appearing I want to power up and do my best, please continue to look after me!

https://www.ntv.co.jp/nogistar/

↑details are here

 -Live Stream-

☀︎Nekojita SHOWROOM

Wednesday September 29th, 19:00, Tsutsui Ayame-chan and I will both be appearing! It’s been a while since I’ve done Nekojita SHOWROOM, and so I’m really looking forward to ti. Please check it out ☺︎ Thank you.

https://www.showroom-live.com/nekojita

Tomorrow ↑you can watch it here!

 -Radio-

☀︎The Hit Studio Every Wednesday at 24:00 on MBS Radio. Next time will be the last time. This program always had a warm atmosphere and I really loved it. I’ll be lonely but if you like I’d be glad if you listened until the very end. Recently our theme has been trending topics! Of course, the people in Kansai and in other regions can listen to it on ‘radiko’.

http://radiko.jp/share/?t=20210923000000&sid=MBS

↑If you like you can listen to last weeks broadcast here ^ ^

☀︎ Nogizaka46’s All Night Nippon, Nippon broadcast, Wednesday September 29th 25:00.

I haven’t been on since July! I’m looking forward to talking with Shinuchi-san ^ ^ Thank you very much.

https://radiko.jp/share/?sid=LFR&t=20210930010000

Tomorrow↑You can listen to it here.

 ☀︎INNOVATION WORLD (KYOCERA TECHNOLOGY COLLEGE) J-Wave, Every week on Fridays around 21:40. This time Tohoku University Vice President and Library director Noriko Osumi will be doing a lecture. The topic of this lecture will be on ‘the direction of neuroscience’. The amazing professor can picture all the students close together ^ ^ please make sure to listen.

http://radiko.jp/share/?t=20210924200000&sid=FMJ

↑Last week’s broadcast is here!

☀︎ Radirer! Sunday, NHK Radio 1, Sunday October 3rd 20:05. Next time the 3rd generation members Ito Riria-san and Yoda Yuuki-san will be appearing! It’ll be a continuation of last week’s, Thank you very much ^ ^

https://www.nhk.or.jp/radirer/

↑I’ll be waiting for your mail!

 -Magazine-

☀︎blt graph. On sale now

I was able to publish a solo gravure! Iwamoto Renka-san is on the cover. The photoshoot was really bright, I also had the opportunity to wear an outfit I don’t usually wear, a pink one-piece dress. It was a lot of fun!

 ☀︎ EX Taishu, on sale Friday October 15th.

The photoshoot this time, I was able to do a lot of my favorite things! Gardening and frying Takoyaki! It’s been a while since I’ve done a photoshoot for EX Taishu-san and so I was really glad to be doing one again ^ ^ please check it out when it goes on sale.

 !!!! The Unreliable Q&A!!!!

·         Seira-chan, recently, what is one of your favorite cosmetics?

→Recently I’ve been really liking CLINIQUE-san’s ‘clinique cheek pop flower pallet’ that I got form Mayu-tan as a birthday present ^ ^ Recently I’ve been mainly using it on the song programs! Thank you, Mayu-tan, love you

 Unreliable

·         What’s your favorite flower?

→Lisianthus

Unreliable

 ·         When watching foreign films are you a subtitle person or a dub person?

→Subtitles are the only way!

Unreliable

 ·         Tell my Sera’s Kichen’s number one recommendation!

→Omelet ^ ^

Unreliable

 ·         What should one do to become a sweet potato artisan?

→Potato digger! I want to go dig up potatoes!

Unreliable

 The end!

 As always thank you for all the comments. Doesn’t matter how small, feel free to comment whatever in the comments!

 Ah! I got the job of taking care of a new kokedama plant, I’m taking names ^ ^ If you’d like you can become a godfather! I’ll be waiting ^ ^

 Which means, thank you for reading until the very end!

Bye for now〜^ ^

 2021.9.28 Serra

 https://blog.nogizaka46.com/seira.hayakawa/2021/09/063258.php

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Dragon Age Snippit

“Who in the Makers name is that yelling?” Growled Hawke, breaking the trail of kisses she had been running down Ves’s shoulder.

Whoever it was they had been at it for several minutes now. The voice had already interrupted once then fallen away and now it was starting up again, it was way too early for that shit! Her hand had just began massaging Ves’s frankly, incredible breasts, while the other was running over her ridiculous abs, this had earned her the sexiest of moans from her lover. Whoever this loud asshole was, she was going to kill them.

“I’m sure they will stop in a minute,” said Ves, her breath coming out a bit heavy and still full of arousal.

The shouting did die down, so with a grin Hawke eagerly resumed her actions. Her fingers brushed over the amazingly defined stomach of her lover while her other hand gently squeezed her surprisingly large breasts. Ves let out a soft moan at the action, her ass grinding into Hawke’s hips. 

She trailed her fingers lower, teasing her by running them along her pelvis and just barely above her clit. She could feel Ves thrust her hips up ever so slightly to try and force the contact. She grinned before finally relenting and sliding her hand down to rub aginst her moist-

“I SAID DOUBLE TIME!” The voice boomed louder than ever before, up until now it had all been illegible.

“That’s it!” She shouted, quickly pulling her hands away she rolled off the bed, landing on her feet she scooped up her robe, putting it on as she stomped down the stairs, rage flooding through her. This asshole was interrupting morning sex! She was going to torch his ass!

“Marian, calm down!” Called Ves as she chased after her, frantically pulling on her heavy coat. Thanks to her long legs she caught up with Hawke by the time she had reached the bottom of the stairs.

“No! This bastard is interrupting my morning sex! He’s gonna die!” She stormed through the main hall, ignoring the looks of the rooms few occupants.

“That look means you are about to set someone on fire,” Said Varric, looking up from his chair. She didn’t respond but he quickly hopped up and followed, muttering “I have to see this.”

She threw open the main doors, stomping down the main steps, coming to a stop at the landing she looked down at the lower section of the courtyard where a large group of Grey Wardens, in full armor, were frantically shuffling into positions for what she assumed was some kind of military formation. 

At their head was a figure, about six feet tall, broad shouldered and heavily built by the looks of him. He was clad in what looked to be a well worn suit of Grey Warden plate armor, it was heavily scratched and the finish was wearing off in several places, the griffon emblazoned on the chest was a dull and dirty gold whereas it was probably once brilliantly gold. Draped around his shoulders and billowing in the faint breeze was a heavy and well worn dark blue cloak, the top of which was lined in white fur from some kind of animal. His face was set in a stony expression, he had very short brown hair, from this distance she couldn’t see his eye color.

As Ves came up beside her, Hawke noticed that there was actually a fairly large crowd watching the display, she noted that most, like her, looked rather annoyed. Although she was certain none were nearly as pissed as her.

“Oh shit, that’s-”

“THAT WAS COMPLETELY UNNACCEPTABLE! IF THIS WERE-”

“Oh shut up!” Shouted Hawke, as loud as she could, mustering all her anger and annoyance he project her voice as far as possible. She was certain it wasn’t as loud as this dicks, but it still caused him to stop and turn, along with everyone else.

“Hawke, you should really-”

“It’s too early to be shouting like a damn lunatic! You wanna scream then go somewhere else and do it!”

She was surprised when he didn’t yell back, or even respond at all. His expression had simply changed to a very confused and dumbfounded one, she may have actually found it kind of cute if she wasn’t so mad.

“By the Makers hairy balls, who do you think you are? You have woken up the whole damn castle!”

“Marian,” said Ves, her voice slightly muffled as she planted her palm directly over her face and shook her head. “That is The Hero of Ferelden.”

“I don’t care- wait, what?”

Ves sighed loudly before finally uncovering her face and looking back at the still staring crowd. “Okay, everyone get back to whatever you were doing. Nothing left to see.”

The crowd began to disperse at her words, although a large number lingered for another moment, still staring at them and Hawke knew exactly why. She would have grinned if she wasn’t so dumbstruck right now. This loud asshole who had interrupted her morning sex, was the Hero of Ferelden. Oh Maker. She was to embarrassed to even smack Varric as he burst into laughter.

“Sorry about that Aris. You can uh…get back to whatever it was you were doing.”

He gave her a nod, looking for another moment before returning his attention to his troops. Hawke felt Ves gently push her back into the keep.

“Balls,” She muttered as they got inside.

They quickly stopped as they were confronted by just about Ves’s entire group. They all stared intently at them, well rather, at Ves, a few even raising their eyebrows. It was Dorian who broke the silence.

“So, who is the rather charming addition to our little fort?”

“That’s the Hero of Ferelden, Aris Cousland.”

“Seriously?” Not even Dorian could hide his surprise.

“I don’t care who he is! Is he gonna yell like that every morning? Cause if he does I’m gonna put an arrow up his arse!” The annoyance in Sera’s voice, was as ever, very evident.

“I’ll have a talk with him.” Assured Ves.

“I think Hawke already took care of that,” Chuckled Bull.

“Yes, what a good way to introduce yourself.” Said Cassandra, the disapproval in her tone was very evident.

“Hey he interrupted morning se-”

“Please spare us the reason.”

“I wouldn’t mind hearing it,” Said Serra with a grin.

“I’ll second that,” Added Bull.

“Third,” Said Dorain his grin even cheekier than Sera’s

“Fourth, give me some great material.” Varric’s voice was full of humor, Hawke knew he was just loving this. She could see Ves’s cheeks becoming red with everyone that spoke. Luckily they were interrupted, although Hawke was a bit disappointed, she enjoyed seeing her lover get all embarrassed like that.

“Well Inquisitor, I hope you are happy.” Came a new voice, they all turned to see the witch, Morrigan, enter the hall, her hair was slightly disheveled and she had an annoyed look on her face, she was wearing a large coat, likely having been awoken by the loud asshole outside. “You asked for the Hero of Ferelden and now you have him. That includes his morning drills. Tis a most pleasant way to awaken, wouldn’t you agree?”

“But he was so…different yesterday in the war room.”

“Yes, tis an amazing thing to see really. Such a transformation he undergoes when shouldered with an official responsibility. He takes his duty very seriously. Give him a command and he will act like a commander. Ah, well I shall rest easy knowing you suffer with me.” With that she turned and stalked back from where she had come.

“If I kick him in the nuts will that shut him up?” Asked Sera

“I will talk with him.” Repeated Ves.

“Maker, even Cullen isn’t that loud.”

“Okay, everyone lets just get on with the day. I will talk with Aris.” At that the group began dispersing, not without everyone throwing at least one more glance at Ves.