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🌬Mother Earth’s Message for Children of the World ♦︎ Timeless Pick A Card

Astrologically speaking, beginning this year a number of generational planets were moving either into Aquarius or Pisces. You know that Aquarius represents the Divine Masculine in its best form and Pisces represents the Divine Feminine in its best form. Earth’s temperatures are changing especially with Pluto finally dipping its toe in Aquarius. All members of Humanity are being asked to elevate their intelligence—both spiritual and cognitive—and become keen on the patterns of lies and abuse in the world.

We as a collective are entering a new era of true abundance and joy. Sure enough, echoes of the terrible Reality of the past are still heard but they are echoes at best. If you notice everything around you crumbling to the ground, these are withdrawal symptoms; but if you look within yourself, you will find that you’ve grown stronger and surer of your place in this completely Brand-New World. As they put it, you are the Chosen Ones.

What the hell does it mean to be a Chosen One? Are there only 144,000 Chosen Ones within this Matrix? Of course not. We have collectives of 144,000 working towards the same goal. And those collectives really bleed into each other as we share knowledge and assist each other. So in essence, there are millions of us Chosen Ones working together holding the Frequencies of Light, assisting the birthing of a completely new paradigm of real Paradise.

Be excited, o Holy Ones~ Many of you have grown up without ever abandoning your pure inner essence as Holy Children and Stewards of Gaia. Your time to shine is NOW. Revive your memories, recall your power back to you, redefine what it means to be Human, and rediscover your true motivation for being alive on Gaia at this passage of time.

There is a dream, or two, you’ve always felt important since you were a child. You’re entering a brand-new chapter of being fully immersed in your Mission. The next 3 years on Earth are the final years of the CHANGEOVER—if you know what this means, you know who you are ;P The years after 2027 will be the years of your greatest achievements, abundance and blessings, but most importantly, a phase of intense clarity as to your purpose for being here on Earth at this time.

Keep the vision, Sisters and Brothers of the Light. All of us in our own unique ways are reclaiming Gaia as the Paradise Planet of Blue and Green Sheen. Namaste—I honour your Light, fellow Stewards of the Planet~

‘To have the feeling of wanting to care for someone. It’s simple, that’s all. I don’t mean that it’s insignificant. Just…you don’t need a reason.’ — Shiroma in Chocobo’s Dungeon 2 (1998)

BOOK: Totto-chan's Children: A Goodwill Journey to the Children of the World (1999) by Kuroyanagi Tetsuko

MOVIE: Tokyo Godfathers (2003)

SONG: Aishiteru by Nakashima Mika

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Pile 1 – Go Forth Towards All Your Spiritual Rewards!

Soul-deep motivation – VI The Lovers

You, for sure, came into this world with a BUNCH of Soul Family and Tribes. It’s a given; you’re meant to ‘open up shop’ together and be of such great service to Mankind. Some of you reading this probably already met some of your Soulmates from a young age and you will continue to meet more of them as you go along; but for the majority of you, this is a lifelong journey—a discovery—that could’ve left you feeling quite lonesome when you were much younger.

Well, it’s ironic, right? Now that connectivity is this easy. But for the most part, this ease in technology could feel more like a nuisance and a breach of privacy rather than an actual sense of belonging. If you’ve ever felt deeply lonely and divorced from the rest of Humanity, I’d like to assure you that such feelings naturally arise from your Soul knowing that you’re meant to have a beautiful relationship with like-minded, like-souled people. Because you’re eager to meet them you can feel quite impatient about it, and this causes anxiety and sadness to some degree XD

Truly, you possess a Soul-deep motivation to connect with people of similar values. Life is most beautiful when people of similar values and goals work together to create good things for the community. You ain’t talking about values in terms of how we identify with religions, races or political views though—you’re so much more transcendent than that! You’re so much purer than that~

your Co-Creational prowess – Ace of Wands Rx

You and your Soul Tribes definitely will come up with some crazy-ass creative solutions for many of the world’s problems. I really can’t imagine a person with your type of consciousness being confined to an office cubicle 9-5 hahah But since the workforce is changing rapidly, it doesn’t seem a problem in the near future. Still, I feel most likely you will jump into very unusual types of jobs like a forest ranger or something related to the healing and protection of wildlife XD

Perhaps some of you will want to be involved in politics or journalism or something on the periphery of those segments of society, because you’re seeking justice for those who don’t have the power to seek justice for themselves. Perhaps in a sense, you will create a true crime podcast revealing all the dark and corruption of some industries and stuff like that. Basically, what you and your Team Mates are meant to do is something that could be considered quite ‘scandalous’…to the establishment LOL

What you do may not be the most original thing in the world, but your Soul Mission ain’t about that; what you do and create will have a very refreshing impact on your audience nevertheless. You will become very popular with whatever endeavour or movement you will be championing with your Soul Tribes. I see that you could be involved in more than two projects that could be related to one another. When you’re fully immersed in your Soul Mission, I promise you Life is going to get exciting again and the greatest reward of all is the sense of positive Human connections you’re able to foster along the way.

turning wishes into Reality – 9 of Cups

Since you’re doing so much good on the Planet and the effects are positively felt by a large group of people, you bet the money is there as well. I imagine someone like Sadhguru for some reason? He does a very spiritual thing and his teachings have touched the lives of so many people, although in a sense what he does is ‘business’ so he’s smart enough to know how to expand his exposure, influence, and wealth. This isn’t evil, of course, and I think you know that already XD People are deserving of financial rewards for all the good they do for the world, right?

And if you’re still unsure, try to understand that getting the money for your spiritual work will allow you to continue to do more of that spiritual work, and that is ultimately what’s good for all of Mankind—if you believe in what you do. Right? Right. So, Mother Earth and the elements of nature want to shower you with a great abundance of material wealth that corresponds with the spiritual happiness you gain from making other people’s lives better.

If when you’re reading this you feel that you’re not fully immersed in your Spiritual Mission yet, it’s going to happen this year, babe, so get ready! For the majority of the peeps tuned into this Pile, it’s gonna start happening this summer, end of the year, up to mid 2025, or maximum the next couple of years for some, OMG!!! Are you ready?? Are you ready?!? Why am I more excited than you?!?!? XD

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YOUR WORLD – Priestess of Opulence

COSMIC ANCESTORS’ SUPPORT – Red Astrologer (William Lilly)

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Pile 2 – Your Duality that Resembles Mother Gaia Herself

Soul-deep motivation – Queen of Cups Rx

The spirit of service, of nurture, was something that was already embedded in you from a young age. Perhaps it was nature; perhaps it was nurture; either way, you’ve always wanted to be of some kind of help to the world at large. You’re someone who has a charitable Soul. You were the kind of kid who’d nurture a sick stray animal back to health; you were probably the weird kid who’d be so gentle to worms whereas other children would squish them to mush; you were also likely the kind of kid who weren’t afraid of getting dirty to help someone find something valuable that had gotten lost in a gutter or something.

You’re such a gentle Soul, but sometimes you do feel a little misunderstood or even underappreciated. In some manner, you could’ve gotten taken advantage of quite a bit for your generosity. You’ve felt like, when you extend some help, sometimes you notice how people take your help for granted as if they expect you to do whatever it is you’re helping them with naturally—as if, you’re a maid or a henchman or something—and they’re not even that appreciative in the end. Like it’s expected. Like your entire existence is just for serving them. Ugh, yuck.

That’s crazy and massively annoying because deep down you’re a super self-respecting person who can be a bit of a bitch when you let loose, but you make an effort to present your best face forward and be helpful always, so it’s only natural that you expect to be treated with appreciation and grace. That’s just basic. At the core of your being, you believe in a world where people show deep and genuine appreciation for what’s truly good in this world. Genuinely good and helpful people are rare in this world, you’d be a little happier if the world would show more respect and gratitude for rare qualities like these.

your Co-Creational prowess – Knight of Pentacles

Due to your charitable and generous nature, it is possible that this feeling of being treated like some kind of an underappreciated maid is a theme surrounding your childhood or young adult years. But as you grow up and grow into your power, sooner than later people will notice what a grandiose character you are. You’re just naturally gentle and sweet and helpful, but when you stand still you exude a strong charisma just from your regal quietude. Well, depending on many things in your birth chart, this charisma and quiet power could attract admirers or enemies. At the end of the day, you just need to know how to play your cards right XD

So you can see, you have a natural charm about you that can gather many enemies, all for your learning of how the Devil ticks. If this is the case, best believe when you’re older you’re going to swash so many narcs, bullies and unveil the tricks of the truly negative people in society. If your natural charm attracted many admirers since you were young, very likely when you’re grown up you’re going to continue to serve as a humanitarian or philanthropist or whatever it is that you do to help the less fortunate.

Your path is one that’s filled with learning, careful planning, baking ideas and experimenting with new ways of doing things. Perhaps that is why you’ve had to deal with difficult or annoying—even frustrating—human interactions from a young age. It seems like that whole ordeal was necessary for you to understand the variety of human psychology. This will serve you greatly when you’re on your Mission, gathering different types of people in a team, battling different types of losers and psychopaths on the way.

turning wishes into Reality – 4 of Cups

Hahah, before jumping into your main real Soul Mission, you could’ve felt that Life is so boring. No matter how glamorous it could look to outsiders, no matter the money you have, no matter how grateful you are that your everyday is fulfilled and you can eat whatever you want, you could still feel like nothing that you do is truly deeply importantly meaningful. In the years leading up to your spiritual breakthrough, you will be itching for something more. You may not necessarily understand what ‘more’ means but it’s just a nudging feeling that there should be…more to your whole existence.

At some point in your spiritual awakening phase, you will be tempted by the Universe to choose from amongst a few options or paths to take seriously for the continuation of your existence. Weirdly wildly enough, even if you can’t really explain why, you will choose one thing and one thing only: your Highest Intended Destiny. You may not necessarily know exactly what it means or how to get there, but you’ll choose wisely. This isn’t something you could mess up, trust that. If the Universe is tempting you, it is more for you to see for yourself just how badly you want this. And if you want it, you will have it~

By the time you’re reading this PAC, I think it’s obvious you’re mere months away from fully embracing your truest highest intended Soul Mission. Months…could mean up to 2 years or so hahaha But babe, Mother Gaia is saying, your Life is going to get even more abundant than now (if you’re already quite abundant) but more importantly, that extra abundance is going to come from endeavours that are truly exciting. Your Soul will sing again when it happens~! Since this is a general reading, I can’t pinpoint exactly what’s coming into your Life soon, but your intuition already knows this, right? Keep the vision! Expect the best! Because it’s really coming to hit you like a silly UFO!

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YOUR WORLD – Priestess of Beauty

COSMIC ANCESTORS’ SUPPORT – Silver Astronomer (Galileo Galilei)

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Pile 3 – You Have Everything in Your Power to Create Your Very Own Peace and Calm

Soul-deep motivation – 3 of Cups Rx

You’re somebody who has a tough outer appearance. It’s probably your optimism and confidence, but for some, it could also be your resting bitch face and aloofness. At any rate, most people would never guess how sensitive and fragile your heart really is. That at the core of your being you’re such a lovely person who would be extra gentle and friendly towards animals and children. It's probably some kind of a paradoxical existence that you can understand through the lens of astrology :D

You’re definitely an Old Soul who has experienced many past incarnations on Earth before, and thus you possess this level of complexity to both your psychology and worldview that most people can’t even grasp. I know that Human beings tire you for the most part if you’re honest about it. Though I sense, many of you tapping into this Pile are still such sweethearts that you still make an effort to be accommodating and understanding! What can you do? Humans are infants in the grander scheme of cosmic events XP

You came into this world carrying Soul-deep motivations to smoothen out friction in society, mitigate cultural conflicts, dissolve hatred born out of differences, etc etc… Isn’t it crazy that people can hate and even destroy each other due to ‘differences’ when at the core of everything, we’re all really just Humans riding on the same ship—Planet Earth?

You, are essentially an ambassador of Peace. If you’ve chosen this Pile as your main pile, know that you have a very important role to play on the world stage. This is defo my ‘celebrity pile’ hahah

your Co-Creational prowess – Knight of Cups Rx

The majority of you tuning into this reading probably have significant Pisces/12th House placements—followed to varying extents by Scorpio, Capricorn or Aquarius. In simple terms, I’d say you don’t immediately look like a ‘spiritual’ person and depending on what kind of industry you’re in, your true sense of OG spirituality could well be hidden, or that you could’ve needed to struggle quite a bit to let your more spiritual side shine. Due to this paradoxical background, when you speak on the world stage, you’re going to offer the world some of the most fascinating perspectives on what it means to be a spiritual being having a Human experience at this passage of time.

No, baby, you don’t understand; you’re going to be super fascinating! The elders who are currently doing their thing on the Internet can’t even keep up XD And of course, we’re not talking about being in a competition with our wise elders who are already doing their Lightwork. This is just acknowledging your brand-new highly elevated perspectives that could change the world for sure. And to be sure, we acknowledge that we’ve learnt a great deal from the elders, too, right?

In that sense, you could also be the type of person/persona that bring back knowledge or speeches from old—even ancient—esoteric texts. Whoa, those are some highly intelligent writing/speeches—kids of today can’t keep up what with their brains rotting every day from TikTok LMAO You have this power to glue together aspects of society, history, or Life itself, that don’t usually work on paper, but you can make it happen because you’re FUTURISTIC as fuck!

turning wishes into Reality – 4 of Wands Rx

It’s very clear to you that there’s no going back when it comes to the trajectory of what Humanity is becoming. The problem is, most Humans aren’t even aware of what they’re being herded towards becoming. And you want to be that force that halts this train to hell and inform the passengers of all the details of their journey as a collective. What you can do for yourself and Humanity is to enlighten with your words/speech—to wake the people up from their mass delusions.

Humanity has been living under a bad spell for far too long. I think you’re the type of person who understands that the first step in removing black magick is to first be aware of its existence. The power of black magick lies in deception and sneaky movements. As long as the mass can be aware of it, its effects weaken naturally; that’s the thing with black spells, you know that? And this is why your perspectives matter. When you speak the quiet part out loud and help the mass realise some kind of a blind spot.

Your words are very much needed by this world. You’re going to be some kind of a prototype that gets emulated by others in the decades to come. You’re going to be blessed by so much ease and abundance as you continue courageously to walk this path of a trailblazer. Your good karma, essentially, really comes from your walking this lonesome and challenging path of a spiritual rebel—a spiritual gangster, even LMAO

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YOUR WORLD – Priestess of Innocence

COSMIC ANCESTORS’ SUPPORT – Silver Magus (Merlin)

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Ballade of the Lost Child - Prologue

Characters: Niki, Yuzuru Proofreaders: Aru, Oli

Niki: Nomnom…♪

Kuu~u. This “hashimaki¹” is super yummy! Guess I was lucky there was a food stand here.   

It’s so delicious, why don’t more people know about this?

This world truly is weird~. Society should acknowledge “hashimaki” so much more.

It’s a flour-based food and it’s super easy to eat. You can even choose its flavour.

(In falsetto) Welcome ♪ Which flavour sauce would you like? Soy sauce flavour? Or how about cheese? –Hm~m, I just can’t choose!  

…Whoops. Woah, that was close. I almost passed that place by accident…!

Nahaha. I suddenly forgot why I’d come out here since I came across such delicious food~. 

Ooh, this line is huge!? Is this for those doughy churros that are trending at the moment!?

I thought I could avoid the crowds by coming earlier, but there are already so many people here.

I guess people gather at places with delicious food after all~.

In other words, it’s not an exaggeration to say that “delicious food creates world peace”...!

Right, this is no time to be messing around. I need to get in line before it gets too long.

<At the same time>

Yuzuru: Let’s see. I believe all the necessary purchases should be complete by now.

One, two, three… I bought this too, and that one just a moment ago. This one was sold out, so I shall have to come back at a later date.

… Hm, it appears all is in order. I don’t seem to have left any oversights.

Niki: I’m really looking forward to it~. Coming across new food is always so exciting. ♪

Yuzuru: Oh my, do I hear a familiar voice?

Ah, so it belongs to Shiina-sama. He seems to be at the end of a queue.

Season Avenue is always bustling. Hence it’s odd to see so many people lined up in a single queue.

They all seem to be queueing outside that stand. I wonder what exactly is being sold?

If Shiina-sama is lining up, it’s likely to be some type of food or drink.

… (Looking around)

… The people who’ve moved away from the stand all seem to have brightly-coloured sweets in their hands.

From their shape, I would guess they were donuts… No, perhaps churros?

Churros…? Come to think of it, I believe the Young Master mentioned those the other day…

Something about a speciality store selling cute churros on Season Avenue.

I see. He must’ve been referring to this stand.

……

Hm… He truly seemed to want to eat them, so perhaps I’ll buy them as a gift for the Young Master.

I wouldn’t usually let him eat this kind of thing, but…

Recently, he seems to be putting more and more effort into both his studies and work. Why not spoil him once in a while…♪

Shiina-sama.

Niki: Huh? Fushimi-kun?

How strange seeing you here~? Did you also come to try the churros? 

Yuzuru: I believe they would be a good gift for the Young Master. Would you mind if I accompanied you?

Niki: That’s fine by me~, let’s get these trending churros together! A journey is most fun with a companion after all²…♪

Yuzuru: It’s not a journey, we’re merely waiting together in line.

Niki: Nope nope. This line is the “Food Road”! In other words, it’s kind of like the Silk Road³, isn’t it?

Yuzuru: Well, um. Are you trying to compare this long queue to a road?

Niki: Yup! 

Yuzuru: sighs. Since the “Silk Road” isn’t about food, but rather silk, I feel like it’s a bit of a strange analogy in the first place. 

Niki: It’s instinct, Fushimi-kun. I thought I should express it to you in some way or another. Anyway, I don’t really care as long as we can get these churros. 

Yuzuru: Please stop talking based solely on reflex⁴. 

I don’t often find myself surrounded by your type, Shiina-sama. If I had to say, Hibiki-sama comes the closest.

Niki: Really?　

I don’t keep any company that’s like Fushimi-kun~. I only have irresponsible and weird people around me.

Oh well, thanks to that I can usually take it pretty easy, so that’s a plus.

Yuzuru: By the way, Shiina-sama. It seems that most people here are eating their churros as they leave, so do you know if I could order them to go? 

Since they’re not for me to eat and are instead a gift for the Young Master, I’d like to get them for takeout if possible. 

Niki: Hmm~? Is that so? I was also planning on eating while walking around here.

Truthfully, this kind of food is usually eaten on the spot or while walking, so I’m not sure if they’d be alright to take home.

Ah, Fushimi-kun. Take a look at that guy over there!

Yuzuru: Sure.

Niki: It looks like he only just bought some churros.

They’re wrapped in a paper bag from the stand too! I bet that means you can get them to go–

Man: Uwahh!?

Niki: Eh, what happened!? A fight!?

That guy was shoved over and knocked down by another man in black!?

Man: My bag! Wait, get back here! Bag thief!

Niki and Yuzuru: A bag thief!?

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¹ Hashimaki is Okonomiyaki wrapped around chopsticks

² Japanese proverb which means something alone the lines of “no road is long with good company”

³ The Silk Road was a series of trade routes connecting Europe and Asia spanning over 6,400km (4,000 mi) named for its primary use of trading silk. Niki is trying to liken the queue that they’re standing in to a long road where food will be traded at the end.

⁴The literal translation of what Yuzuru says is for Niki to stop talking based on “spinal reflexes”. These reflexes being involuntary and based on instinct without input from the brain. It’s effectively the same phrase as “knee-jerk reaction” in English.

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♪ — 𝗣𝗔𝗦𝗧 𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗦 max verstappen x fem! reader (fluff) “. . . time goes by. days come and go. but your love will always be there.”

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"I love her with my soul, in case my mind forgets or my heart stops."

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1456

"Do you believe we could ever find a way, Y/N?" Max inquired, his eyes filled with longing and uncertainty. In the grand estate of Duke Verstappen, your heart was entangled in a forbidden love with his son, Max Verstappen. As the sun set upon the lavish gardens, you found solace in the shadows, seeking stolen moments with Max.

You sighed softly, your fingers lightly touching his hand. "I cannot foresee the future, my lord. But as long as we remain devoted, we shall face it together."

Your love blossomed in fleeting glances shared during formal gatherings. One evening, during a summer ball, Max managed to escape the crowd and found you alone, tending to the garden. "May I have the honour of a dance?" he asked with a charming smile.

Your cheeks flushed, cautious of prying eyes. "But, my lord, we mustn't risk exposure."

Max drew you close, whispering gently, "Let them speculate, I care not for the judgment of others. My heart belongs to you, and I shall not allow convention to dictate my feelings."

As the seasons changed, rumours swirled, and the Duke's suspicions grew. One fateful night, you were summoned to the Duke's study, where he stood sternly before you. "What is the nature of your relationship with my son?" he demanded.

Your heart raced, knowing you could not deceive the Duke. "We love each other deeply, Your Grace. But our hearts know the divide of social standing." The Duke's eyes glinted with anger. "You dare defy the order of this household?" "I beg your pardon, Your Grace," you whispered, tears welling in your eyes.

The Duke's judgment was swift and unyielding. "You are dismissed from this estate. Leave at once, and never return."

As you departed, Max arrived, desperate to reach you, but it was too late. He fell to his knees, heartbroken and lost. "Y/N, forgive me," he cried out into the cold night.

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1915

"I'll come back to you, Y/N," he whispered, his voice filled with determination. "I promise, we'll be together again, no matter what."

You stood on the bustling platform of the train station, the soft rumble of the approaching train making your heart race. Your hands trembled as you clutched the letter Max had written to you, his words etched in ink and love.

Max, your beloved, was about to board the train to join the battlefront. His duty to his country weighed heavily on his shoulders, and though he tried to remain stoic, you could see the flicker of fear in his eyes. He held you close, his strong arms enveloping you in a warm embrace.

Your heart ached, the uncertainty of war gnawing at your soul. "Please, Max, be safe," you pleaded, your voice barely above a whisper.

He cupped your face gently, wiping away the tears that spilled from your eyes. "I'll carry you in my heart every step of the way," he said, his voice unwavering. "Just know that I love you, and nothing can change that."

As the train's whistle sounded, signalling its impending departure, Max leaned in and kissed you. The world around you blurred as tears streamed down your cheeks. "I love you, Y/N," he said softly before boarding the train.

You watched helplessly as the train pulled away, carrying your heart and soul with it. The ache in your chest intensified, and you knew that from this moment on, every day would be a battle of its own – a battle against distance, fear, and the uncertainty of war.

"Max!" You called running after the train. "Ik houd van je!" [i love you] You called reaching your hand to him. The blond held your hand tightly, leaning out and giving you one last kiss. "Ik houd van je." [i love you] You repeated, feeling his hands slip from yours as you watched him disappear.

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2023

"Did you see? Max's on pole again!" You heard distant chatter as you leaned against the moving trains window, dragging your pencil to create shapes in your sketch book. Looking out the window you sighed you saw another train on a parallel track go the opposite way.

As you continued to sketch the view in front of you, your eyes caught a certain blew ones. Holding deep eye contact, you felt familiar tug in your heart. Leaning your hand on the glass with furrowed eye brows, the man copied your actions, a hint of desperation on his face.

When you got the chance, you were bolting, running in your uncomfortable shoes to where the train the certain stranger would arrive at. Pulling yourself up the stairs, you looked around deck uncertain.

Why were you running? Why did your body move on it's own? Who was he? What is this feeling?

Your hopes died down once you realized the train had left before you arrived. A deep sigh emitting from your mouth as you felt your chest empty and ache. The loud noise of the opposite side train muffled your ears as you pulled out your sketch book, flipping to the page of where you'd seen the man before and etched the dream into your book.

"Back to the real world." You mumbled to yourself watching as the other train leave. What you did not expected was to see the ma you were searching for standing on the other side. Your breath stuck in your throat you looked at him, taking a step forward.

"What's your name?" You could hear him ask.

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Chapter Nine: Wouldn't It Be Nice

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Pairing: Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x Fem!Reader Summary: Tensions run high after the previous night's kiss and The Ghoul reveals a small part of his past. Tags: Slow burn (and I mean SLOWWW), angst, eventually more smut, language, canon-typical violence, chem/alcohol use, more tags will be added Posted on AO3: Smoothie and The Ghoul Word Count: 1.7k

The journey to the old associate is a lengthy one, likely spanning a few days at the very least. The landscape is mostly desolate, with sand dunes engulfing the remnants of old-world buildings. The memory of the previous night's kiss lingers heavily in your mind, leaving you curious about The Ghoul's thoughts on the matter. You resist the urge to ask. Instead you decide to keep your distance from him and look at your pip-boy to distract yourself. Focusing on the device, you navigate through its functions until you locate the radio feature, tuning in to some classic tunes from the past that fill the air.

As the familiar lyrics of “Orange Colored Sky” by Nat King Cole fill the air, you find yourself lost in the nostalgic melody. The rhythmic beat of the song creates a sense of comfort amidst the desolation. The radio crackles and the signal fades momentarily, but you manage to catch the few lines of the song before it returns to full clarity.

Slowing his stride, The Ghoul positions himself next to you. You sneak a glance in his direction, but his expression remains an enigma, offering no insight into his thoughts. However, he begins to hum along with the tune, his voice blending with yours in a harmonious duet. You can't help but wonder what would it be like to sway to the music in his arms. A faint smile tugs at your lips at the thought.

The two of you continue like this for some time, singing softly to the old tunes that fill the air. After a while, he extends a piece of jerky from his bag to you. Gratefully, you accept and savor a big bite. The flavor is unfamiliar, yet surprisingly delicious.

"What type of jerky is this?" you ask.

"Ass jerky.”

"Alright," you giggle, "The ass of what? I don't think I've had this kind before."

"Ghoul," he states plainly.

You burst out laughing at what you assume is a joke, only to realize it's not when he stares back at you blankly, munching on his own piece of jerky.

"...What."

Staring at The Ghoul in disbelief, the realization hits you like a ton of bricks. His stoic expression adds to the surreal nature of the moment, and as the truth sinks in, a wave of nausea washes over you. You start gagging uncontrollably, unable to contain your revulsion at the thought of consuming human flesh. His reaction surprises you as he bursts into laughter at your discomfort, his amusement contrasting sharply with your horror.

"Are you out of your fucking mind?!" you shout, your voice filled with disgust as you dry heave. "Oh my god. It was that dead ghoul I came across, wasn't it?"

"Soundin' like that vaultie," The Ghoul chuckles.

"Not all us vault dwellers come out that naive," you mutter quietly, the words barely audible to him.

"What'd you say?" he questions, eyeing you suspiciously.

"Hm? Nothing," you quickly reply, trying to brush off the tension. The Ghoul's skeptical gaze lingers on you, and without a second thought, you fling the remaining jerky at his face. The dried meat slaps against his cheek with a thud, slowly sliding down his face and plopping onto the dusty ground. The silence that follows is heavy as “Wouldn’t It Be Nice” by The Beach Boys suddenly starts blaring from your pip-boy.

♪ Wouldn't it be nice to live together in the kind of world where we belong? ♪

"Pick it up," he finally breaks the silence.

You raise an eyebrow, "Excuse me?"

"You heard me, Smoothie," he says, taking a step closer to you. "We ain't wastin’ good jerky just because you're too dainty. Pick… it… up."

Your eyes meet his in a fierce stare, both of you mirroring the intensity. Closing the distance between you, you stand almost nose to nose. As you gaze up at him, you notice the anger in his eyes, but you also catch a glimpse of Cooper Howard peeking through.

♪ After having spent the day together, hold each other close the whole night through ♪

"If you want to watch me bend over that badly, all you have to do is ask," you quip, a playful glint in your eye.

"Two choices, sweetheart,” The Ghoul's voice takes on a dark and gravelly tone. "Either you pick it up like a good girl, or I make you pick it up - and I won't be gentle."

Good girl. You muster all your strength to resist cracking under those words, a smug grin spreading across his face. In that moment, you can't help but wonder if he's being playful or if this is just his usual, asshole self shining through. After all, he has no shame when it comes to this shit.

♪ I wish that every kiss was never-ending ♪

Your mind races for a witty response, the lyrics of the song only adding to the awkward tension between you. His eyes bore into yours, a mix of challenge and arrogance that makes your skin crawl. With a defiant tilt of your chin, you sarcastically remark, "You better be prepared to catch me when I swoon from your overwhelming charm."

The Ghoul's smirk widens, a flash of malice glinting in his eyes as he replies, "Oh sweetie, I don't catch… I watch you fall.“

♪ You know it seems the more we talk about it, it only makes it worse to live without it ♪

As you crouch down to retrieve the jerky, a mix of resentment and anger swirls inside you. The act of picking up the tainted piece of meat feels like a bitter concession, a silent acknowledgment of the power play he has initiated. Standing back up, you hold out the jerky towards him, your gaze hardened with a mix of defiance and humiliation.

The Ghoul plucks the jerky from your hand with a satisfied smirk, relishing the control he holds over the situation. The tension between you crackles with unspoken words and unspoken desires, each gesture and exchange charged with a potent mix of attraction and power dynamics.

The tension between you lingers like a heavy fog as you trudge forward in uncomfortable silence, the music from your pip-boy serving as a strange soundtrack to the awkwardness that envelops you. With the sun sinking towards the horizon, long shadows stretching across the landscape, a sense of unease settles in your chest like a heavy weight.

As darkness descends, a canopy of stars twinkling overhead, The Ghoul's voice breaks the silence, his tone devoid of the earlier hostility. "We'll set camp here for the night. Keep watch while I get a fire going," he instructs, his words cutting through like a knife. You nod stiffly, grateful for the chance to have some space between you.

Sitting by the crackling fire, you wrap your arms around your knees, staring into the flames. The Ghoul settles across from you, his eyes fixed on the fire as well. After a moment of comfortable silence, you finally speak, your voice soft in the night air. "What did you mean the other day when you said you remembered Moldaver differently?"

His gaze shifts from the fire to meet yours, taking a moment to consider your question before answering, “I knew her as Miss Williams.”

“Miss Williams?” Curiosity fills you.

“I met her. Before the war,” he continues, “Which makes me curious as to how she’s still around.”

You ponder for a moment, lost in thought. "Seems like prewar folks are more common than I thought..."

"Oh yeah?" The Ghoul laughs. "You know a lot of 'em or somethin’?"

You chuckle softly at his question. "No, no," you reply, shaking your head slightly. "I just didn't think many people made it this far - ghoul or otherwise. Say... What's something you miss from before the Great War?"

“My daughter.” He answers immediately. His voice is soft, almost a whisper, filled with sadness and longing. The firelight dances across his face, casting shadows that seem to echo the weight of his words. You’re surprised he’s shared something so personal - he had a daughter?

"What is her name?" You ask gently, making sure to refer to her in the present tense, not wanting to add to the sting of her possible death.

He hesitates, his demeanor softening slightly as he considers your question. After a moment, he quietly responds, "Janey."

You rise from your spot and walk over to him, settling down next to him by the crackling fire. "Is that who Sorrel was referring to? Who you've been looking for?" you ask, your voice filled with genuine curiosity.

"Yes," he sighs, his voice heavy with weariness. Despite his usual guarded nature, there is a sense of trust that begins to form between you. "I've been lookin' for over 200 years and ain't found shit. No leads. Until now.”

"Moldaver," you whisper, your voice barely above a breath. "Do you think she knows something? Being prewar and all?"

He locks eyes with you, a subtle look of uncertainty in his eyes. "Thats what I aim to find out, Smoothie.”

"Well shit," you say, taking a deep breath before gently placing your hand on top of his. "We'll find your daughter. We'll find Janey, no matter what it takes."

He looks at you with soft eyes, as if no one ever truly wants to help him. Maybe it makes him question your intentions, wondering if you might be deceitful. After all, he knows nothing about you or your past. Will you ever tell him who you really are? Why do you even care so much about him? He flinches slightly at your touch and swats your hand away, a reflex you assume is born of decades upon decades of betrayal and disappointment.

“Sorry,” you mumble as you head back to your spot across from him. “I’m serious though. I will help you find her.”

The Ghoul grimaces and turns his back to you, his posture defensive and closed off. You sense a deep well of pain and longing within him, a father's desperate hope to be reunited with his daughter. Sitting in silence, you give him the space he seems to need to process your offer of help. After a few moments, he finally speaks, his voice rough with emotion.

"I appreciate the offer," he begins. "But this is somethin' I must do alone."

"We'll see about that," you respond, a steely determination in your voice. He gives you a look of annoyance, but you refuse to let him face this alone. This is no longer just a bounty to collect; it is so much more.

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the wretched and joyful [ 2 ] : ellie williams

ellie williams x female reader | eventual angst + slowburn

───⋆☆ But we don't have to talk about it, I can walk you home and practice method acting - I'll pretend being with you doesn't feel like drowning ♪

───⋆☆ I'm trying to be cool about it, Feelin' like an absolute fool about it Wishin' you were kind enough to be cruel about it - Tellin' myself I can always do without it, Knowin' that it probably isn't true ♪

| a/n - part two!! tags are at the bottom, let me know if u wanna be added! if you enjoyed reading, please considering reblogging/leaving a comment <3 thank you! | c/w - swearing, vague depictions of anxiety.. reader is in love with her best friend idk what to tell you!!

nearly everything that belonged to you used to belong to someone else. that's just the way things were.

you tried to find the thought comforting, but it really felt haunting.

when you moved into your house in jackson, it was like a still life museum. you couldn't help but try to imagine who lived there first, before the world went to shit. you tried to imagine what their daily life was like. how scared they must've been when...

it made you feel like you were living in a haunted house, and you were scared of ghosts.

maria was kind enough to set you up with some things that she thought you would like, but it still felt like you were living somewhere that you didn't belong.

the house felt like it was full of ghosts, so you rearranged and redecorated until it finally felt like your own.

years later, after a lot of trading and sorting through items ellie might find on patrol, you were actually pretty proud of the space that you presented for yourself. adeline once joked that you seemed to have a taste for "the frills," but you didn't mind.

you liked girly things, things that you could keep in secret and feel pretty without worrying about whether or not you seemed tough enough.

ellie had her comics, and you had your own things too.

your guilty pleasure was old magazines, filled with toxic drama, interior design tips, and how to's for all of your accessorizing needs. the pages were cheap and worn but good enough. the silly quizzes were the best part.

you liked pretending. pretending to live in that world instead of this one, wishing you could've been a girl picking out nail polish to match her outfits and deciding which color scheme suited her best. it flooded your senses with longing and never failed to give you a pit in your stomach.

it was like some kind of morbid obsession, wishing for better than what you had.

you didn't really talk about it, especially with ellie. you already knew how she felt about that sort of thing. besides, it made you feel weak. she just knew that you liked silly magazines, and would bring you them without a second thought if she had ever managed to find one.

jesse was actually the first to help you build your little collection. dina had found one on patrol, and brought it back so you could all laugh at the ridiculous headlines. when everything was winding down and you sheepishly asked if you could keep it, jesse seemed to take note.

besides ellie, jesse was one of your closest friends. he was a little more understanding to the sensitive side of you, which you appreciated. you hated feeling like you had to defend every little thought or feeling, to prove you weren't weak.

you'd been spending more time together as of late, especially since his patrol schedule was pretty much opposite of dina's.

you hated when they fought, always over something small and immature and it left you feeling like a child stuck in the middle. any group hangouts were typically reserved for when dina and jesse were on - so according to the news you had received from ellie, things were looking up.

when a knock at your door earned your attention, you jumped to answer it right away. you already knew who you were expecting.

"morning," you grinned as you held the door open. "are you coming in or am i coming out?" you wore shoes just in case, standing in the doorway.

"you're coming out," jesse replied, wearing a light jacket that he would most likely shed later. summer would be here soon, and the change in weather was certainly improving the mood of everyone in jackson.

you nodded once and tugged a sweater over your arms, closing the door behind you as you stepped outside. you loved mornings like this, warm and peaceful. it felt full of promise.

"where to?" you questioned, allowing jesse to take the lead. he grinned when he replied.

"the stables. hope you're not wearing your best clothes."

you scowled but only as a joke. you weren't wearing your "best" anything but even if you were, it wouldn't have mattered.

"you know i never mind," you chirped, bumping jesse's arm. "how come?"

"we're training more people for patrol so we might need more help in the stables for a bit. think you're willing to give an extra hand when you aren't wrangling the children?" jesse asked, raising an eyebrow as the corners of his lips turned upward.

there was somewhat of a school in jackson, and during the week you helped out with the younger kids. there weren't many, but enough so that they were glad to have your help.

"i would love to help," you said honestly, and jesse's smile turned sly.

"i know that," he replied. "that's why i already signed you up."

you snorted, rolling your eyes at his confident response. "whatever. i would've helped regardless, anytime."

"i know," jesse repeated. "thanks, kid."

this made you roll your eyes again, scoffing. there was barely even an age difference.

"you sound like joel." you wrinkled your nose, tilting your head. "all of you patrol people have such a complex," you grumbled, trying your very best not to smile.

"yeah, yeah." jesse slung an arm over your shoulders, causing you to gasp at the audacity. "you love us."

"us?" you questioned, falling into step with him.

jesse couldn't contain the shit-eating grin that plastered itself onto his face. "us. me, dina... ellie."

you laughed once, loud and embarrassed.

"you're so full of it," you replied, stepping out from under his arm.

"what? what did i say?"

"you're not funny. besides, i'm actually very upset with you," you confessed, staring down at your shoes while you walked.

your shift in tone was enough to concern jesse, and he almost seemed bewildered as he questioned you.

"what? why? what did i do?" he slowed his pace, waiting for you to respond.

you waited just a moment to linger it over his head before grabbing his arm, shaking it while you bounced on your feet like an excited child.

"for not telling me that you have a girlfriend!" you gushed, causing jesse to roll his eyes and quickly walk away from you.

"what's her name? what does she look like? is she gonna meet your family?" you continued on as jesse swatted at you. "you know i had to find out from ellie?"

"you're ridiculous," jesse grumbled.

"and you're keeping things from me?" you were really playing it up, finding satisfaction in the way he shook his head.

"you know, you're not funny," jesse mocked.

you laughed, catching back up with him. "really though, is everything all good?"

a small smile slipped in the place of jesse's scowl. "all good," he confirmed softly.

jesse seemed content so you let that be enough, finishing your walk to the stables in peaceful silence.

you didn't need much instruction since you were already quite familiar with the tasks. instead, it was mostly jesse explaining which horses would be in and out and when. you carried on with some light maintenance, chatting through each chore. jesse didn't really need to stay and help, but you appreciated the conversation.

"so," you started, placing a bucket of supplies on the ground. "what're we doing tonight?"

"huh?" jesse huffed, looking uncharacteristically caught off guard.

"the four of us," you clarified, brushing your palms on your pants. "i figured since things were cool again that we could finally hang out," you explained, though your use of finally might've been a bit overdramatic. jesse and dina were broken up for about a week, which meant a week of splitting your time between the two of them.

though lately you've been seeing less of dina, maybe because of her and ellie having plans or similar schedules.

"oh!" jesse exclaimed, the sudden loudness catching you off guard. "right. well, you know," jesse stammered.

you raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to put together a coherent sentence that wasn't just him shrugging his shoulders and shaking his head.

"you know," he repeated, even though you obviously didn't. "dina and i just thought that maybe... it would just be the two of us tonight. to um," jesse coughed. "catch up?"

you nodded silently, eyes wide with embarrassment. "of course!" you choked out, desperately wanting to save jesse from any more you know's and awkward stammering.

"hey, maybe tomorrow night," jesse offered, awkwardly clapping you on the shoulder. "you'll still hang with ellie, right?"

you nodded again, kicking your shoe against the ground.

you hoped that ellie would want to see you again, even though you just slept over. the matter wouldn't usually even be a factor, but you felt different lately. a little weird, like you were bothering her too much or something.

"for sure," you muttered, tossing a rag into the bucket with a clang.

jesse was quick to catch your change in tone.

"did something happen?" he questioned, leaning against a stable door.

his question felt like an assumption and you found yourself growing insecure as if everyone had noticed that something was different too.

you wanted to confide in him, you should've confided in him, about how ellie could be so hot and cold and was it normal to get stomach aches whenever you were around her?

instead, you forced out a short laugh and shook your head.

"'course not. she'll probably just sleep after she gets back."

jesse studied you briefly before kicking his weight off of the door, brushing his hands together.

"right. well, dina will probably be back soon so i should..."

"go on," you grinned, waving him away.

"you wanna come with?" jesse offered, knowing ellie would be returning as well.

"i actually think i'll stick around here. for... a little bit," you responded shyly, but jesse already knew why. "go on," you encouraged. "go!"

you watched as jesse walked away, casual at first but his stride turned into a sprint when he turned the corner, assuming he was out of view.

you laughed to yourself, standing awkwardly in the now empty stable. ellie would show up soon enough, which was good. you wanted a chance to talk to her. you were starting to feel pretty weird about how often you slept in her bed while she left for patrol in the morning.

you waited around a bit, standing awkwardly in the middle of the stables until you started to feel stupid and instead made yourself look busy. you rearranged some cleaning supplies in the buckets, and even wiped stall doors that you had already cleaned, just to look busy.

of course, ellie didn't appear until you were seemingly making small talk with a horse in the stable.

"-like it better when the weather is warm, right?"

ellie snorted, the sound cutting through the otherwise silent atmosphere that was only filled by your own chattering and the occasional horse sigh.

"who are you talking to?" ellie questioned, her tone lazy and amused.

ellie already knew, of course, but the startled look on your face was priceless.

"how was patrol?" you asked awkwardly. ellie led shimmer into the stables as you spoke.

"uneventful," ellie answered simply.

"that's good, right?" you asked, coming up to pet shimmer as she was being placed into her stall.

"uh, yeah, i guess," ellie shrugged, her tone sounding distant.

you deflated, just a little. maybe she needed some space.

"i'm gonna... get going," you announced, a little quieter than you intended but you had found your footing by the end of the sentence. finally, ellie turned and looked at you.

"what? you've been hanging around but now all of a sudden i'm here, and you're leaving?" ellie questioned, her eyebrows pinching together.

"just don't wanna be in the way," you replied, not knowing if you should take a step closer or a step further away.

"please," ellie huffed. you weren't sure if it was kind or insulting.

please like you're always in the way and don't seem to mind, or please like you're never in the way?

you opened your mouth, almost to ask for clarification, but the thought alone made your cheeks burn.

"i'm serious," you said instead, but didn't make any effort actually leave.

“of course you are,” ellie said, rolling her eyes. you caught the hint of a smile on her face though, just before she turned her back to you.

silent minutes ticked by while ellie was busy, and it was only awkward because you truly couldn't decide if you should just leave or stay. after the hesitation it seemed quite obvious that you would stay, but the dilemma made your face grow hot anyway. when did you start overthinking your interactions with ellie so much??

you really didn't want things with ellie to start being complicated, everything else was already complicated enough.

who was at fault, anyway? or was it simply nothing other than growing restless as the days grew longer?

your thoughts did a better job of occupying you than you had expected, because ellie blinked at you, unmoving.

"are you coming or what?" she asked, with that same unreadable tone that she seemed to love using lately.

you blinked. then nodded.

is this how things were going to be now? is this how they always were, you were only just now noticing?

you almost physically shook your head at the thought.

"coming where?" you asked instead.

ellie shrugged, something like a smile twitching at her lips.

you couldn't tell if she was trying to force a smile, or hide a real one and what the fuck, when did you start having so much trouble reading her?

"we could see joel," you suggested, trying to sound more upbeat than you had felt. you were in such a good mood yesterday, where did it go?

ellie raised her eyebrows at you.

"it's been a long time since we all had dinner together, just the three of us," you said nonchalantly, not wanting it to sound like a hint.

"yeah, well," ellie muttered, her gaze dropping to the ground. "a bit early for dinner, don't you think?"

"that's not really the point, but okay," you dismissed.

"what is the point then?" ellie asked, her voice suddenly more loud and pointed compared to just a few seconds ago.

the immediate switch in her demeanor caused your eyebrows to pinch together. "i thought you were.. doing better?"

the look on ellie's face was all of the confirmation that you had needed. it was the kind of expression that made you feel guilty for even bringing it up.

"sorry. i just thought.. you know, the boots," you practically stammered, not wanting ellie to be annoyed with you.

"'just being nice," ellie replied tightly, to which you nodded solemnly in return.

"forget it then. sorry. i shouldn't have mentioned it," you spoke, wiping your palms on your pants.

the fight, or, whatever it was that happened between ellie and joel was possibly the biggest and only secret that ellie had ever kept from you, to your knowledge. she was so frustratingly vague about it, skating around answers and reasons as to why joel didn't seem like her joel anymore.

they were friendlier now, more so than right after it had happened, but still it felt strained. it had practically happened overnight, much to the confusion of nearly everyone around the two, and things were still not back to the way in which they used to be.

you missed the dinners.

truthfully, you still had dinner with joel occasionally. you weren't sure if ellie knew, but you had never mentioned it to her.

considering, ellie wasn't the only one keeping secrets.

"forget it," ellie repeated quietly. for a moment, she looked kind of awkward, like she was trying to think of something else to say.

it actually sort of made you feel better.

the silence that followed lingered, but not too long, making it possible to recover from.

"let's just get out of here," ellie mumbled, so quietly that you nearly missed it. she began walking without even glancing back at you, surely assuming that you would just follow.

and you did.

you almost tripped over your own feet when you realized how seamlessly you would follow her without another word. it was dangerous, nearly.

"we could go to tipsy?" you suggested lightly, trying to catch up to ellie so it didn't seem as though you were trailing after her.

at your suggestion, ellie snorted.

"what, tough day or something? it's the afternoon," ellie denied, and you were simply grateful that the lighthearted teasing tone had returned to her voice.

"maybe another time. jesse and dina could come, we could make it a thing."

ellie raised an eyebrow, peering sideways at you as your lazy steps fell into sync.

"a thing," ellie repeated softly, shaking her head with a soft chuckle.

"is something wrong with that?" you questioned, squinting your eyes as the bright sun invaded your sightline.

"huh? no. just cute the way you always try to like... i don't know, make an event out of things," ellie explained.

your cheeks warmed, but the guise of the heat helped it to go unnoticed.

cute.

you didn't want ellie's words to linger, so you scrambled fast.

"hey, i still need to debut my new skirt, right?" you managed.

"that you do," ellie sighed. "or you could just- i don't know, hear me out.. just, put it on?"

you frowned at her teasing, even though it made your heart swell with affection. "that's boring, ellie. don't you know me at all?"

"best of all, actually," ellie retorted. you opened your mouth to fire back a reply, but nothing came.

ellie was right usually, always, when it came to you. she knew you better than anyone. in the world that you lived in, it was practically the best gift that you could give to someone that you cared for. vulnerability, loyalty. the ability to trust and be trusted. being known and feeling seen was like a reward.

sure, jackson was your home. but you weren't sure how much it truly would feel like home if ellie wasn't there.

it was funny, sometimes you had forgotten that you hadn't actually known ellie your whole life.

sometimes, you pathetically wondered what things might've been like if you had known ellie forever.

a few years ago, when ellie was prone to more laughter, she would tell fabricated stories about your friendship if you had met before. you would never forget the look on her face the first time that you had confided in her about the mistreatment from the QZ crowd.

"i would've fucked 'em up," ellie said solemnly, causing you to laugh in disbelief.

"what? ellie, i was... thirteen. you would've been too."

"yeah, and? i would've fucked them up. and then..-"

she would continue until you were in a fit of giggles, wheezing through laughter.

neither of you had much of a childhood, but ellie had some lucky moments. your time together though, it almost felt healing. despite everything.

"i know," you said finally, falling short of thinking up a witty response.

"you don't need to make any stops today, do you?" ellie questioned suddenly.

an evident look of confusion crossed your face as you answered. "hm? you mean addie? no, why?"

"just wondering," ellie grumbled, and your lips twisted into a teasing smile.

"why do you get so weird about her?" you questioned, closing your fingers around her wrist to keep her walking pace in tune with your own.

"i don't get weird," ellie disagreed, her tone bordering on childish. "i just feel like she's always judging me or something."

"judging you?" you laughed, the sudden loudness cutting through the hazy, quiet afternoon of jackson. "ellie, adeline does not judge you."

"she looks at me funny," ellie complained, wrinkling her nose.

"she does not!" you released your hold on ellie's wrist, limply wacking her arm instead. ellie only reacted by rolling her eyes.

"besides, if she looks at you funny, she probably has a reason for it," you contemplated with a click of your tongue.

"what? what did i do?" ellie questioned, her cheeks turning red.

you laughed again, loud, causing ellie to reach over and shove your side. you only momentarily stumbled, the clumsy reaction not halting your laughter.

"whatever. see you later," ellie grumbled, making no effort to walk ahead of you.

"okay, see you later," you chirped, settling your giggles but the aftermath still made your cheeks sting. ellie glanced at you quickly, and you could tell that she was wondering if you were actually going to leave.

your hand accidentally brushed against ellie's and you moved to put some distance between your bodies, ignoring the way that it sent jolts through your body.

"are you gonna stay again?" ellie asked, her tone sounding a little too forced to be nonchalant, but the attempt was there.

"at yours? sure. i feel like i haven't slept in my own bed in ages," you responded.

"you don't have to come," ellie said simply.

"no, it's not a bad thing," you clarified. really, it wasn't.

"i could come to yours?" ellie asked, a look crossing her face that you couldn't quite depict, almost like she had remembered something. maybe she didn't want to risk a run in with joel, as your dinner comment had unsettled her.

"only if you want," you shrugged.

"just let me grab some stuff first," ellie told you, to which you silently obliged with a nod of your head.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

"you're... okay, you're doing it wrong." ellie's snappy tone caused you to huff.

"i'm doing exactly what you said."

"no, you're not listening."

"you're not explaining!"

ellie rolled her eyes, moving to sit closer to you on the floor.

"your fingers are supposed to stay down, right here," ellie delicately pressed your fingers into place as you hold her guitar. you have to swallow hard, willing yourself not to react to her touch.

"one finger per fret, like this," ellie explains, her voice softer as she regained her patience.

"you know i'm never gonna be good at this," you complained, letting your fingers go limp under ellie's pressure.

"then why do you keep saying that you want to learn?" ellie questioned, sitting back and dropping her hands to her lap.

"because i want to be good at it," you sighed. you stretched your arms, handing the guitar to ellie. "it wouldn't be the same anyway. i just like when you play for me."

ellie's cheeks go crimson. "shut up."

she strummed anyway, showing you how the song that you were 'attempting' to learn was supposed to sound.

you leaned your back against the side of your bed, the wooden floor beneath you providing little comfort. ellie explained chords as the dreamlike sounds filled your bedroom. you listened intently, more focused on the sound of ellie's voice than the actual information that it was providing.

you spend a lot of nights like this, being the only two people in the world, the moon being your only light until you fall asleep.

your curtains, dingy and laced, were drawn back purposefully for that very reason, you had admired the late sunset as the moon finally began to peek its way into the night sky.

the moon, the sound of ellie's voice, the feeling of your surroundings seeming slightly fuzzy from how tired you were.. you wished you could bottle up these moments and keep them forever.

in these moments, when you watched her, your feelings seemed clear as day. ellie's eyebrows furrowed in concentration, the way her fingers seemed to strum effortlessly on the guitar, the little strands of hair that kept escaping her bun and falling into her face.

surely you loved her. there was simply no other way around it.

when it was dark, you could think it over and over.

i think i love her. i really think i might love her. it would make your pulse quicken and your insides explode, but the thought was fathomable. for some reason though, during the day, it couldn't even be a question. you would deny it. you wouldn't even allow the thought to slip into your mind as long as you could help it.

you really, truly weren't sure why it made such a big difference.

"i love it," you murmured, referring to the song that ellie was playing.

"i remember," ellie replied, feeling the need to whisper though she wasn't exactly sure why. "it's why i learned it, anyway."

ellie said it so simply, so casually, that you wouldn't have given it a second thought until you noticed the way that she refused to meet your gaze, even after she stopped playing.

"maybe i will be good at it one day," you hummed.

"maybe," ellie snorted. "if you ever get any patience."

"says you," you replied with a frown. "i'm super patient," you argued, but you had a hard time believing your own words. not that you were determined to change ellie's mind, anyway. your thoughts were elsewhere.

"maybe," ellie mumbled suddenly, catching you slightly off guard. you slip off into your own thoughts entirely too easily. "if you're always with those kids. i couldn't fucking stand it."

"i guess that's true. it just feels.. different? i don't know." your slight laugh turns into a yawn as you shake your head. "jesse told me you guys are trying to put more people on patrol?"

ellie nodded, rolling her eyes. "yeah. 'been a pain in the ass, that's for sure."

"that bad, huh?" you questioned, toying with the hem of your cardigan that you had thrown over your pajamas.

"i'm just.. i don't like the teaching stuff. i just want to get it done, you know?"

you nodded, and wondered if that's why ellie has seemed more exhausted than usual. "i get it. you can't blame maria for pairing people with you, though."

"i wish she wouldn't."

"yeah, but ellie, you're one of the best. you know that."

ellie shook her head, causing more strands of hair to frame her face. you could've laughed at her dedication to leaving the few strands still pulled back in a bun, instead of just taking it out entirely.

"maybe i should sign up," you said, partly joking. "finally give patrol a real try.

"no," ellie responded firmly, a little too quickly. you had only been kidding, you knew you would be no good, but regardless her reaction was a little much.

"why not?"

"because you can't.. you're not.. it's just, not your thing, alright?" ellie huffed.

you crossed your arms and wanted to be offended but ellie was right. you were no good for it. still, you rolled your eyes and refused to make eye contact until your name slipped from ellie's lips like an apology.

"just forget it, alright?" ellie pleaded, her voice regaining its softness.

you looked at her, the lighting was dim but your eyes were adjusted to the dark that had fallen over the room. she felt the most familiar like this, like your ellie.

ellie was softer in the moonlight. maybe she felt more like herself in it, too. the way she looked now - messy hair, pink cheeks, almost gave you a dreamlike feeling as if you could spill your guts to her and everything would be fine.

"alright," you murmured, allowing your eyes to lock with ellie's green ones. the darkness was safe, you wouldn't shy under her gaze. you were brave. "i was only kidding anyway. and i know that you only said no because you know that i would be the best at patrol and steal your crown."

"okay, you need to go to sleep," ellie replied simply. she stood from the floor, stretching and fidgeting with her hoodie.

"you hate when i have fun," you mumbled bitterly as ellie crossed to your window, closing the curtains. they didn't provide much coverage, but the room was suddenly consumed with less light than before.

"you hate when i'm right." ellie reached her hand down to you, and you allowed yourself to be pulled up from the floor. ellie pulled back the bedding as you discarded your cardigan onto the floor.

there was a couch in the living room. plenty of blankets and pillows for a comfortable enough spot on the floor. sharing the bed was never a discussion, you just did. you never really considered otherwise. it didn't really seem like ellie ever did either. if she did, she didn't show it.

you tried to swallow your feelings as you slid into bed next to ellie, wondering if it was normal to always share a bed like this. wondering if it was normal to always overthink it.

"if i threw my sweater on the ground like that, you would be pissed at me," ellie remarked. you could hear the smile in her tone.

you couldn't help but roll your eyes at her exaggeration, and you hoped that she could see it. "bullshit, i would not."

despite your tone, you wanted nothing more than to reach out and swipe away the strands of hair covering ellie's face.

you honestly could have. you knew ellie wouldn't have minded, not in the privacy of your dim room. you would have, but it felt wrong if your feelings weren't purely platonic. you couldn't live in denial forever, at least not when it came to your feelings for ellie.

"liar," ellie mumbled, leaning on her arm. the proximity was daunting.

you couldn't do anything but shake your head. you certainly liked to keep a tidy space, not much like ellie, but you didn't mind her stuff around your room one bit.

"huh, that's what i thought," ellie said with a satisfied huff, as if your silence could be taken as agreement.

your brows furrowed instantly. surely she could read your expression.

"quit it," you sighed. "you're making things up. and being difficult," you added.

ellie shook her head, the remnants of her bun bobbing around the back of her neck.

"don't know what to tell you babe," she replied, the sarcasm in her voice prompting an eye roll from you.

"shut up and go to sleep," you complained, picking up your pillow and tossing it over her face.

"ow, what the hell?" ellie whined. she was genuinely making a fuss and you laughed plainly at her. maybe she really hadn't changed that much over the years. at least not when it was just the two of you.

"don't say ow. pillows don't hurt," you said simply. your lack of concern made ellie's jaw drop as she leaned forward and twisted to the side, looking over you as you rested your back against the soft mattress.

ellie was practically looming over you. you stifled a nervous giggle but didn't bother tearing your eyes away from ellie's.

she stared at you for a moment, any hint of a joke on her face quickly leaving. ellie looked like she was going to say something at first, but maybe she had forgotten or changed her mind because she only remained silent as if she were studying you.

the steadiness of her gaze began to make you uncomfortable as nerves swirled around your stomach. ellie's eyes flickered over your face, and you would've done anything to read her mind. was she actually annoyed or was it something else? ellie's lips parted slightly and your breath hitched, guilty once again for the thoughts clouding your mind.

you sat up to break the tension, say a stupid joke maybe, but you moved too quickly and your face was too close to ellie's now. before you had a moment to feel embarrassed, ellie pressed a palm to your chest and promptly shoved you back down. you fell back against the bed with a huff.

the moment of whatever it was was quickly erased as ellie tore her gaze away from you and settled back into her spot.

you didn't speak again and neither did ellie. she simply handed you your pillow and turned on her side, putting her back to you. you remained still for too long, trying desperately to settle your breathing.

you held a heavy hand over your chest, pressing down firmly as you attempted to set your mind straight.

thoughts of just friends, don't fuck up- plagued your mind for only what you could've assumed to be hours on end.

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you left ellie alone in your bed that morning.

you tried not to wonder how it would make her feel as you pulled on your cardigan from the floor and tip toed out of the room.

she must've been exhausted.

the mornings were still cold before the sunshine had a chance to warm up the earth around you, so you walked quickly through the quiet streets of jackson.

there were some people, of course, out and about, but not quite as often as usual considering it was the weekend.

you were lucky.

you were lucky to know ellie and lucky to have ellie. that could be enough. you never wanted to lose her, so you could never do anything that would cause you to lose her. you were lucky, and you would be happy to swallow your feelings and keep a secret as long as it resulted in your friendship always remaining.

your hands balled into fists at your sides, mentally pushing away any stray, worrying thoughts.

"where are you goin' all dressed up this morning?"

you halted at the familiar voice, your cheeks sheepishly growing warm at the teasing. regardless, your smile was genuine.

"to dina's, i think," you replied, turning to meet tommy. you looked down at your pajama pants and top, realizing the cardigan didn't disguise it as much as you had hoped.

tommy had been the first person to ever give you a break. even though you were already a teenager when they brought you into jackson, tommy and joel practically raised you up more than anybody else ever had. with adeline hollis included, they were the closest thing to family you ever had.

"everything alright?" he questioned, frown lines deepening.

"of course, why?" you responded, squinting curiously at the older man.

"oh, nothin'. just, ellie isn't with you is all."

you swallowed hard, swatting at the air to distract from the fact that your smile had tightened. "she's sleeping!" then, for good measure, you changed the subject. "are you getting back from patrol?"

"yes ma'am," tommy replied in a way that drew a laugh out of you.

"you better go get some sleep too then," you warned, and he waved you away.

"go on, get outta here," tommy gruffed, sending you on your way.

your steps were more hurried now and you bounced nervously on your feet when you reached dina's front door.

you figured it was your best bet.

you knocked three times, and you only had to wait a few moments before the door creaked open an inch.

"hey honey, what's the matter?" dina inquired, eyebrows rising in concern as she looked at you.

you noticeably deflated. "what? why does everybody keep asking me that?" you laughed, and it sounded a little too forced. "i'm fine!"

dina scanned your features but visibly relaxed at your words, opening the door wider. "what's up then?"

"i was wondering if- hi jesse," you cut yourself off as his figure appeared in the doorway.

"is everything okay?" he asked, placing a gentle hand on dina's shoulder.

you groaned, causing a look of bewilderment to cross jesse's face.

"she's fine," dina murmured, offering you a small smile.

"i just wanted to ask if you guys wanted to go to the tipsy bison. with me. and ellie, probably." you offered, clasping your hands together in front of you.

"it's pretty early, i don't think seth would even- ow!"

dina cut jesse off with a jab. "when?" she asked, which pleased you very much.

"meet at sunset?" you suggested hopefully, eyes darting between the couple.

you were thrilled when they agreed. of course, they had said, and you left them to enjoy their morning.

on your walk back to your house, you forced yourself to breathe steady. ellie would probably be awake, and that was fine. you were friends, and that was fine. lucky. the best gift you could ask for.

you plastered a smile on your face, swallowing down every negative feeling and emotion.

you were in a good mood. you had to be.

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@dinoastronaut @skylerwhitwyo @muthafuckingstargirl @minustwofingers @mirrorballels @macaroni676

[imagine-horizons]

rewrite the stars (one shot)

portgas d. ace x f!reader warnings: suggestive sexual themes, but more fluff, spoilers, angst, minors DNI

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♪ Now Playing: Rewrite the Stars - Zac Effron & Zendaya♪

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Why did you have to fall for him?

"The name's Portgas D. Ace, nice to meet ya!"

You hated how fast your heart pounded when he said your name. You hated how your stomach filled with butterflies when he flashed you that signature grin.

But most importantly: You hated the way you became breathless when he held your face in his hands, and his kiss would steal every protest and doubt that would come up telling you that this was a bad idea.

How could the daughter of a renowned marine physician fall for the 2nd Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates?

Ace came and went as he pleased, but he would drop the cheesiest lines, telling you that the wind will always blow him back to you. When he came to see you, he was all yours. Whether it was just cooking together and watching him almost set your kitchen on fire with his Devil Fruit powers, or walking through the town together, you wished he could stay forever. On the nights where he could stay with you, he pulled you close and placed butterfly kisses against your eyelids, your nose, cheeks, and lips. His touch would make you gasp, your whines would bubble out of you, and he would relish in those beautiful noises he loved so much before silencing them with his passionate kisses. Your hands would cling to his biceps and travel to his back, where his muscles would ripple with each movement. “A-Ace,” you would stammer, as pleasure ripped through you as he kissed the column of your neck, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He would look at you through hooded eyes, like a predator who had just caught his prey and was now enjoying his prize, devouring and savoring each taste. When he slept, his body was slotted between your legs and his arms wrapped around your waist while using your stomach as his pillow. Soft snores would come out him, as you ran your fingers through his jet black hair, and the trailed down his back where the White Beard Jolly Roger was tattooed. It was a reminder that Ace did not truly belong to you , nor would he ever stay for you.

“One day - the day will come where we will be together,” Ace insisted, a gentle smile on his face.

“How? Ace - you’re a pirate and I’m the daughter of a marine. My hands are tied, and this is …” you bit back the rest of your words.

Fate. Destiny. It seemed like the stars did not have it in their cards to keep you and Ace together.

“This is not our fate,” Ace argued, as he grabbed her hands before he left. “I’ll make it happen.”

“How? Why are you so insistent -?” Your voice was raising and tears threatened to spill, and the next thing you knew, Ace had pulled you into your arms, holding you as tight as he possibly could.

“Because you are my destiny,” he said firmly. “Whether I’m a pirate, or a marine, or simply a man - I’ll rewrite the stars if I have to because you are mine.”

But that day never came, and you felt as if the world went dark, as his flame died. You watched as the last of the embers were carried off by the wind, as well as the shattered pieces of your heart.

[1004tyun-archive]

❥ territorial

✿ pairing: taehyun x noona!reader

✿ summary: someone from your past shows up when you least expect it and taehyun doesn't take too kindly to the way they talk to you, so he takes you home with the intention of showing both you and the world just who you belong to

» this is an informal sequel to late bloomer ♪

✿ genres: non-idol au, established relationship, smut

✿ warnings: possessive taehyun, soft dom! taehyun, daddy kink (NOT ddlg, don't get it twisted), dacryphilia, unprotected sex, squirting, overstimulation

✿ word count: 2.5k words

✿ a/n: hello everyone! ^_^ with how well late bloomer has been received, i figured i would make a nice little contained sequel-ish fic! i hope you enjoy~ ♡

It’s another romantic date weekend. This time you’re seated in one of the restaurants you’ve always wanted to go to, but could never afford. So of course, Taehyun decided to book a reservation as soon as he heard you mention it once in passing.

The dark ambiance is soothing and sensual, but as you and Taehyun play footsies underneath the table like lovesick teenagers and exchange playful glances, you want nothing more than to get the check and get him alone.

“Was it everything you expected?” Taehyun asks, taking another sip of wine.

“Everything and more,” you respond, chin resting on your palm. “I think I love it even more because you’re here.”

Taehyun smiles at you, shy and boyish and butterflies fill your stomach.

You can’t get out of this crowded, overpriced restaurant soon enough.

The moment you step outside, you’re greeted by the warm, summer evening air. You revel in the happiness you feel whenever you’re with Taehyun. All you’re doing is walking to your car while linking pinkies and yet, the butterflies won’t stop.

“Y/N?”

Your heart stops and those butterflies come to a screeching halt.

You know that grating voice anywhere and the last place you wanted to hear it was during a date. You can feel your mood quickly souring.

“Hi, Youngjae,” you say unenthusiastically.

“I hardly recognized you. You don’t usually look so… sexy.”

The older man looks you up and down and you can already see where this is going. You don’t hesitate to grab Taehyun’s hand and pull him toward the car.

“If I knew you had a body like that, I would’ve smashed a long time ago,” he yells after you.

Taehyun whips his head around, his grip on your hand loosening as he stomps towards the other man.

“Excuse me?” he says.

“Come on, let’s go,” you grab Taehyun’s hand and continue to the car. The air in the car is nothing short of tense and suffocating.

“Who was that?” Taehyun asks.

You sigh, “An old co-worker. We used to work the night shift together, and he’d always say the stupidest shit to get a rise out of me. Don’t bother getting angry about him, he’s just a weirdo.”

“He’s more than a weirdo,” Taehyun says tersely. “Did you hear the way he was talking about you?”

“Ignoring him is a lot easier than playing into whatever stupid jokes he’s telling.”

Taehyun looks doubtful, but you’re not sure how else to convince him.

“Tae, we don’t even work together anymore. The chances of me running into him again are slim to none.”

“That’s not the problem. It’s the fact that he thought that was okay to say to you in the first place. That guy has no concept of boundaries.”

The rest of the drive back to Taehyun’s place is silent. You’re definitely not going to hear the end of this when you get back.

An hour passes and you can just feel Taehyun stewing in his own irritation even as you sit on opposite sides of the couch together in your pajamas. He has the habit of sucking the air out of a room whenever something bothers him.

“Don’t tell me you’re still upset,” you sigh.

“How could I not be? You’re taking this a lot better than I am. How long has he been saying things like that to you? Can’t he take a hint?”

“Tae, just leave it. I don’t wanna think about that creep anymore. Let’s enjoy the rest of our night. Please?”

You jump on Taehyun’s lap and hug him and he wraps his arms around your waist. He starts to succumb to you, no puppy eyes required this time around.

“Fine,” he says, softness in his voice. “He was right about one thing, though. You do look sexy,” he says, hands traveling up your waist as he kisses you.

You sigh as you feel his tongue and his teeth graze your skin. He lightly bites your neck and leaves a few hickies in his wake.

You yelp when Taehyun suddenly gets you on your back and hovers over you. He pauses to look at you for a moment, taking in your form.

“He doesn’t get to see you like this,” he leans down to kiss your neck. “Or kiss you like this,” he kisses your inner thigh, trailing kisses all the way up to your panties. He hooks his fingers underneath the fabric, pulls your panties to the side, and licks a long strip against your folds. “Or taste you like this.”

You gasp as he lightly tugs at your lips with his teeth and kisses your pussy.

Your fingers thread through his hair as he continues to lick and kiss your folds.

“Tastes so good,” he moans and your heart skips a beat. You’ve been in this same position before, same location and everything, but something about him saying that makes your heart swell.

He hand slides under your slip dress and over your bare stomach to squeeze your breast and pinch your nipple between his fingers. You decide to play with the other breast, pinching your nipple and watching as Taehyun devours you. Your eyes squeeze shut and your hips buck upward when he sucks your pussy.

“Oh, fuck…!” you moan. You can feel Taehyun smirk against your skin. He must feel like he’s hit the jackpot because he continues to do it, sucking your folds and licking your core in long strokes.

He pulls away from your core and, for a moment, you think he’s done with you, but your eyes widen when you watch him spit on your pussy, the saliva leaving his lips in a thick string and falling right onto your already dripping core.

He returns to your pussy, the flat of his tongue gliding against your folds and flicking against your clit. You’re seeing stars and you can barely form words as he devours your pussy so sloppily, so noisily. The living room is full of the sounds of him licking and sucking your pussy, and the salacious moans and whimpers leaving your lips.

He moans against your skin like you’re the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted.

You feel your orgasm creeping up on you, pressure building in your hips to the point where it’s painful.

Before you can even warn him of your approaching orgasm, you come undone, back arching off of the couch and your grip on his hair tightening.

Taehyun is relentless on your pussy, flicking his tongue against your clit as you writhe through the waves of pleasure, unable to escape the bruising grip he has on your hips. He latches his lips to your clit and sucks on it as you cum, sending another successive orgasm ripping through you.

He takes his time lapping up every drop of your arousal as you come down from your high. He lifts his head up, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and licks his lips.

“Can you make it to the bed?” he asks. You’re a little jarred at him asking so soon, but you slowly stand up, wobbling as you do so.

“Sure. My legs feel like they’re made of jelly though,” you laugh, then scream when Taehyun suddenly scoops you up into a bridal carry.

“I got you,” he says with a confident smile. Your heart is hammering away in your chest as you cling to him.

You fall onto the bed and watch Taehyun peel his shirt off. By the time his shirt hits the floor, he’s on the bed and his lips are already on yours. He orders you to lift your hips up and you do exactly that, heat rising in your cheeks as he rolls your panties off of your body.

He’s quick to return to your lips, kissing you deeply. You’re squeezing your thighs together, desperate for any kind of friction. Taehyun takes notice of this and rubs his fingers against your core. You break from the kiss, panting as a string of saliva cascading from your lips.

“Taehyun,” you whine. “I-It’s not enough. I need more…”

“More? What do you mean?” Taehyun tilts his head and you feel yourself get embarrassed. He knows exactly what you mean, both you and him know this, but he loves to get you to say exactly what you want.

“I need you…”

“What do you need from me, princess?” he slides his fingers up and down against your folds, you jolt when the pads of his fingers graze past your swollen clit.

“I need your cock inside me,” you whine. “Please, baby.”

“So needy…” Taehyun says softly, suppressing a smile. He retracts his fingers from your core and you notice them glistening with your arousal. He licks his fingers clean and gets you on your back, surrounded by soft pillows and supported by the softness of his mattress.

Taehyun aligns the tip of his already leaking cock against your core and you suck in a breath. He isn’t even inside you yet but you feel like you’re finally being put out of your misery.

He slips the tip into you, and that’s enough to send chills down your spine. He pulls out and pushes the tip back in over and over, relishing in your wetness and the way your pussy clenches around him and sucks him in. You moan in frustration and he holds back a smile.

“Taehyun, please…” you whine.

“Hm, not yet,” he says. “I wanna play with you a little longer. You’re a big girl, Y/N. You can take it, can’t you?”

You nod, tears already brimming your eyes. You’re not sure you can take this teasing any longer, but the sooner you feel him inside you, the better.

He pushes a little further past his tip and you feel a familiar pressure in your hips.

You whimper, “P-Please, daddy!”

Taehyun sits back and suddenly, it’s like something in him changes. Like a fire has been ignited inside him.

“Oh, you want daddy’s cock?”

You nod, tears spilling from your eyes. Taehyun slides his cock against your folds, covering himself in your wetness. You throb as he grabs the backs of your thighs and pushes your knees to your chest.

“Good girl, so patient,” he coos, before finally pushing his entire length into you. You scramble for purchase, your nails digging into Taehyun’s strong forearms. Your body feels like it’s engulfed in burning white hot pleasure.

“Does daddy make you feel full?” he breathes.

“Mhm, d-daddy’s cock makes me feel so full,” you say and you feel Taehyun’s cock twitch hard inside you.

He pistons in and out of you, fingers pressing into the flesh of your hips.

“I’m the best you’ll ever have, aren’t I, princess?” he whispers as he pounds into you.

“M-Mhm, you’re… th-the best,” you babble.

“I’m the only one who can fuck you this good, aren’t I?”

You can barely form words, pleasure overtaking every cell in your body and turning your brain to mush.

“Poor baby can hardly speak,” he says in a such a sweet, yet mocking tone. “Is daddy making you feel that good?”

He thrusts faster and you can feel your orgasm coming at you like a speeding train. You dig your nails into Taehyun’s forearms, leaving crescent indents in his skin. A string of curse words spill from your lips as you come undone all over his cock.

You’re given but a moment’s reprieve before you’re suddenly shifted from your back to your side. Taehyun props your knee up on his shoulder. Your pussy clenches hard around his cock, and you bury your face in the nearest pillow.

You expect him to slow down for you, but you’re immediately proven wrong when he pushes into you and bottoms out. Tears sting the corners of your eyes as Taehyun starts to move, you feel that familiar coil tighten in the pit of your stomach.

“I-I can’t…!” you cry.

“You can do it. Come on, give it to me,” Taehyun pants and you squeak as his firm hand smacks your thigh. You flinch at the stinging impact of his hand on your flesh, but it only adds to the overwhelming, dizzying pleasure.

“Want me to cum inside?”

You frantically nod, it’s all you have the brain power to do at this point.

“Beg for it, then. Beg for me to paint your pretty walls with my cum, princess.”

“P-Please, daddy,” you sputter. “Please give me your cum, please fill me up, please! I need it!”

“Anything for you,” you can’t see him but you can hear the satisfaction in his voice. His tempo increases and you can feel his hips stutter against you.

“So damn pretty when you cry, baby,” he says with a moan. “You’re— mm, so cute. I want to see my pretty baby cry on my cock.”

You turn you head so that Taehyun can see your entire face, tears running down your face. You grip the sheets so tightly, crying as the pressure builds in your lower stomach. Your body stills as the last of your energy is sapped from you. In the dizziness of your orgasm, you feel Taehyun’s cum fill you up.

Despite being spent, you still feel a little sad when you feel Taehyun pull out.

“Princess, you got the bed all wet,” he admonishes you so softly. You know he doesn’t mean it by the way his eyes glitter.

“My messy princess…” he whispers, sliding his fingers against your wet folds. You shrink into yourself and shut your legs, completely embarrassed. Taehyun doesn’t let you shy away, opening your legs back up and playing with your pussy. You shudder under his touch and turn away.

“Don’t be shy, you know I like to look at you,” he says, which only serves to make you more flustered. “Do you have any idea how lucky I feel? I’m the only one who gets to see this.”

You can’t imagine you look super good right now with mascara running down your cheeks. But Taehyun leans down to kiss you on the cheek anyway and lovingly cups your face.

“You did so well,” he says. He falls beside you on the bed, immediately searching for your hand and holding it in his. “You’ve never called me daddy before. I think I like it.”

“I like it too,” you say with a sigh. “But you know what I like even more?”

“What?”

“Being able to feel my legs.”

Taehyun chuckles, “I went a little overboard, huh?”

“Eh, just a little,” you snuggle into Taehyun’s side and he pulls you closer.

“I’ll make it up to you,” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “How does a bath sound? We can have the plum liquor you brought last week too.”

“Sounds perfect… daddy.”

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[dailyhelldorm]

[TL] Eichi 3☆ Story - Together

Writer: Happy Elements, Inc (Happy Elements株式会社) Characters: Tori, Yuzuru, Eichi Season: Autumn

Eichi: Fumu. I don't mind. But I want to know your reason. Just why do you want to leave it for next time? Tori: Uhm, you see. If we are wishing for dreams, then they should be made by everyone in 'fine'… can the four of us do it together?

[Let's start ♪]

Location: Common Room

Tori: Ah~ah~ Even though today is 'Eichi Day', Hibiki-senpai suddenly has work to attend to. We even promised to visit the aquarium together too.

Eichi: Oh my, Tori. Having me here is not making up for your loneliness because of Wataru’s absence?

Tori: Eh? No way, there isn't such a thing, Eichi-sama! Being able to hang out with Eichi-sama, I'm already happy as it is ♪

It is just that, I was slightly looking forward to our four-people date to the aquarium, that's all...

Yuzuru: Well, this time it couldn't be helped, Bocchama. I heard that the theater group Hibiki-sama belongs to suddenly called him in, they needed an emergency substitute for their local play.

Tori: Oh well. I understand that he still needs to prioritize his work first and foremost.

Eichi: That's right. It's a shame that Wataru can't join us, but let's save the enthusiasm for the later day. Today will only have three of us enjoying our day off together.

Tori: Uhm. Just like what you said.

Ehehe~ Eichi-sama. Today I will escort you with all my might!

Eichi: Fufu. I am looking forward to it ♪

Yuzuru: Then, two young masters, where shall we visit today?

Tori: Eichi-sama, what do you want to do today?

Eichi: U~hm. Let's see...

Ah, I do. Actually, I want to come to this certain place—

Location: Shopping Mall 1F

Yuzuru: Uhm... This place is the shopping mall.

Tori: Eichi-sama. Is this the place you truly want to come?

Eichi: Yes. I was feeling like doing some shopping today.

Yuzuru: Shopping... In my opinion, you needlessly have to do the shopping by yourself, the Tenshouin Household opts to do it for you. May I know your reason?

Eichi: Well. Although all the goods here and there are brought into the salon gathering by the responsible parties, just gazing at those things... How it is, isn't that quite monotonous?

When I just graduated from Yumenosaki, I once excused myself and came to watch Hajime-kun and everyone doing a shopping mall live here...

After the live, we walked around and went shopping together, and it was a fantastic experience. So by all means, I wish to share that joy with Tori and Yuzuru.

Tori: Heh, did something like that happen? I am so happy that Eichi-sama wants me to experience the same interesting stuff that happened to you... ☆

Eichi: Fufu, if you are happy with it then I am pleased.

Yuzuru: I have understood Eichi-sama's reason for choosing this place. If that is the case then I will support you to the best of my ability.

Eichi: Yes. I am counting on you. Besides that, do you know recently that they have installed a transacting register system for consumers to scan their own purchases? If I'm not mistaken... I think they call it the self-checkout.

That sounds very intriguing. I want to try and meddle with that machine at least once... ♪

Tori: Eh, there is a thing like that!? I want to try it too!

Eichi: Then shall the two of us do it together?

Yuzuru: Uhm... From what I can see, it's quite a shame that all the stores around this place have yet to install self-checkout machines.

Location: Cafe Shop

Tori: Fufufu~ We have gone and bought a lot in our shopping! Eichi-sama has coordinated me today, so on our next 'Eichi Day', I will organize the date for him.

Eichi: I am looking forward to it, Tori.

Yuzuru: After we're done with our shopping, Eichi-sama strongly suggests that we come to this cafe and have our rest here… Do you have some intention in your mind?

Eichi: Yeah. Truthfully, I have wanted to eat 'this thing'.

Tori: Do Eichi-sama have something you want to eat? Let me see the menu too ♪ Let's see, let's see...

Eh!? Eichi-sama wants to eat this?

Eichi: Yes. This Dream Jumbo Parfait is becoming a hot topic on SNS, so I want to eat it once.

That said. As one might expect, it will be difficult for one person to finish the parfait due to its enormous size. So I want everyone to join in and we can eat it together.

For some reason, they say that if they finish eating this parfait, their 'wish' will come true. And it seems that there is someone out there who actually got an actual result.

Fufu. Even when I found the talk absurd, I also think this is quite a fun thing to do. Maybe we should ask for ‘fine'’s smooth advance and for our dreams to come true?... ♪

Yuzuru: This parfait seems four times bigger than a normal one... Just from viewing its picture, I already feel my stomach full...

Overeating is no good. Much less to say about Eichi-sama's body, in exchange for finishing the parfait, it might make your body go down for a while.

Eichi: Oh dear, Yuzuru's words are as harsh as always.

How about you Tori? You enjoy sweet things, right?

Tori: Uhm... About this... I...

Yuzuru: Oh my? What is with your stutter I may ask? I had expected that Bocchama would start whining just to eat the parfait... Is there something wrong?

Tori: You know, Eichi-sama. About this parfait, can we eat it the next time?

Eichi: Fumu. I don't mind. But I want to know your reason. Just why do you want to leave it for next time?

Tori: Uhm, you see. If we are wishing for dreams, then they should be made by everyone in 'fine'... can the four of us do it together?

Therefore, next time when Hibiki-senpai joins us, why won't we come again and eat it then?

Eichi: ...Ah, that's right. Just like what you said, Tori.

On our next 'Eichi Day' with Wataru too, let’s challenge the parfait when the four of us are together. ♪

[The end ☆]

[leaderoffestivals]

Mikejima Madara FS2 4*: On a Wintery Street Corner in Paris

Madara: PLEASE PARDON THE INTRUSIOOON ☆ Shu: GEH—? Mi—Mikejima… …!? What in the world are you doing here!?

Season: Winter Author: Yuumasu Characters: Mikejima Madara, Itsuki Shu

Shu: Nnngh… … Yawn~...

(Because of the consecutive all-nighters I’ve pulled—or perhaps due to the immense relief I felt at having delivered the final products—I ended up sleeping soundly until well past noon.

Umu. Fortunately, there’s plenty of lead time before the next job is due. I will need to prioritise a proper rest in order to achieve the perfect results. 

Perhaps, I could take a stroll and clear my head—)

Madara: PLEASE PARDON THE INTRUSIOOON ☆

Shu: GEH—? Mi—Mikejima… …!? What in the world are you doing here!?

Hmph! Cease this tomfoolery of yours, and get yourself gone this instant! The last thing I’d want is for a barbarian like you to be rampaging around my atelier!

Madara: Hahaha! What a nostalgic exchange of words!

I recall having a similar conversation with you back in the day when we were both in Yumenosaki Academy! It was about the Museum (1), if I remember correctly—

Shu: NON! I have no intention of reminiscing about Yumenosaki with you!

You came here for a reason, did you not? State your business quickly, and in as few words as possible. 

Madara: My business, huh~? What if I told you it's “Nothing at all”?

Shu: (glares) … … … …

Madara: Sorry, sorry! I was just kidding, alright? Please stop with the death glare already!

Actually, I’m here because Leo-san asked me for a favour. 

Shu: Hmm? Because of Tsukinaga… …?

Madara: Yes. Apparently, he’s been treating the pen case that Shu-san gave him like a precious treasure, however—

He was so focused on caring for the case, that he left all his writing stuff behind in this atelier. 

Shu: So that’s the reason he ended up taking just the pen case home with him? He’s quite the amazing fellow for doing that, honestly. 

And what about you? Did you really come all this way to Paris just for Tsukinaga’s forgotten items?

Madara: Nope. It just so happened I had some business in Europe, so I just dropped by. 

Shu: “Just dropped by”—you say? Even though “Europe” can be expressed as a single word, it’s still not a place you can travel about hither and yon on a whim and fancy. 

Anyway, Tsukinaga’s belongings aren’t here anymore. The other day, I happened to send some parcels to Seisoukan, so I slipped his forgotten items in as well. That’s where they are now. 

For heaven’s sake. Anyone and everyone seems to be carelessly leaving their things behind lately. They’re travelling abroad after all; I’d really wish they’d be more careful!

Madara: I agree. The language and culture are different here, so one shouldn’t assume that things will be the same as back home in Japan. It’s better to be more careful in the end.

However, I believe the reason people always leave their stuff behind in Shu’s atelier is because they feel so much at home here, you knowww ♪

Shu: Hmph. I’m not happy to hear that at all. This place isn’t a playground, you know. 

It looks like you've made a wasted trip. Will you be leaving Paris right away?

Madara: Nope. I’ve got some time before my flight, so I’ll relax and enjoy myself till then. 

… … Hmmm? Why are you all dressed up for?

Are you heading out? If so, I’d absolutely love to tag along ☆

Shu: Hmph. Forget it. Being with you, Mikejima, doesn’t exactly spell rest and relaxation for me. 

Madara: Haha! Oh, come on, don’t say that! As the saying goes, “No road is long in good company”, and two people will have more fun together than when they’re on their own, you knowww ♪

<An hour later.>

Shu: Umu. It seems there’s a flea market held here during the weekends. 

Madara: Oooh. What a classic Parisian scene~

You may already know this, but the origins of the flea market started right here in Paris. 

It is said that the name came from the fact that ‘antiques could be found in such sheer numbers, it was likened to a gathering of fleas’.

Shu: Urk. Please spare me your detailed description. I already knew about the name’s origins from long ago, and simply imagining it as you have described it makes my back itch. 

Besides, there are other theories about the origin of the name. 

Personally, I much prefer the idea that the name came about because of "the thrill which comes from the time and effort spent hunting for hidden treasures here, which are as elusive as fleas.”

Madara: The thrill of a long hunt, huh? Indeed, the accomplishment you feel when you locate a hidden treasure is reeeally something special!

Madara: … … Oh, what's this? It seems I have found something good right away!

Yes, yes! This piece of pottery will be perfect to display some plants ☆

Shu: Humu. Is gardening a hobby of yours? 

Madara: No, I wouldn’t exactlyyy call it a hobby, but—

I’m not sure who started it, but my dorm room is full~ of plants. I myself add in new ones occasionally too.  

Madara: [Excuse me, Shopkeeper! I’m interested in this piece of pottery here—]

Shu: (... … Hoho. His French seems pretty good, from all that time spent abroad. The best part of the flea market is the haggling over the price. It’s a battle of wits on how skilfully one can negotiate… …) <Ten minutes later.>

Madara: HEYYYY! I’m baaack, Shu-san!

I’m sooo sorry to have kept you waiting. Things got reeeally lively with the shopkeeper, and our conversation got carried away!

Shu: It’s alright, I don’t mind. I’m glad you got what seems to be a good deal. 

It’s really none of my business what happens to you, but witnessing someone I know get ripped off doesn’t sit right with me.

Madara: Ufufu. Have you been worried about me, Shu-san? You’re sooo kind… … ♪

Shu: Oh, for heaven’s sake. Stop jumping to weird conclusions. I simply did not wish to have an unpleasant experience. 

Madara: Hahaha! Even so, it made me reeeally happy ♪

And since I managed to score a good deal just now, I’ll give you a treat as a thank you for waiting!

Please recommend a local specialty, Shu-san!

Shu: Hmmm… … In that case, how about “Marron Chaud”—or roasted chestnuts?

It’s a winter specialty that’s sold all over town at this time of the year.

Madara: Hoho! That sounds great. It seems like it’ll warm the body up too!

There’s the scent of something reeeally fragrant coming from over there. Let’s go grab some right now… … ☆

Translator’s Notes: 1) (!) era story, Steampunk Museum.

[hisui-dreamer]

✧⁠ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕓𝕪𝕦𝕝✦

🌸→ headcanons

🌼→ fics

🪻→ blurbs

All ♦️♣️♥️♠️

《golden to the core》 — how does he treat his lover who's the embodiment of sunshine? 🌸

《slipped away》 — he took your affections for granted until you slipped away🪻

《definitely not prophetic!》— you keep having these incandescently happy dreams of him🪻

《once upon a dream...?》 — you've been having dreams with a faceless man that treats you like you're his world🪻

《he's home》 — he's finally home after being away for so, so long🪻

《we're here together》 — dating him at school 🌸

《forgive me, love?》 — he can't really stay mad at you at all🪻

《not so secret》 — receiving a bouquet dedicated to you from a secret admirer🪻

Riddle Rosehearts 🌹

❝The Queen of Hearts’ rules are absolute. If you ever were to break them… you already know what would happen, don’t you?❞

《may i have your attention?》 — how does he react when you tickle him? 🌸

《attention, please?》 — he tickles you back in revenge for not paying attention 🌸

《the warmth of your arms》 — what are his sleeping habits with you? 🌸

《serenade of serenity》 — he found a gentle and comforting love despite everything🌼

《love will find a way》 — you had to raise your child without him, but it is your child, who brings you back to him 🌸

《stolen hearts》 — oh dear, riddle rosehearts had broken a rule of the Queen of Hearts?!🌼

《a letter never meant to be delivered》 — you find a letter left on his desk and find his feelings for you have overflowed onto it🌼

《ode to the queen of hearts》 — others called him a tyrant, but he was your dearest lover 🌼

《a textbook guide to an amusement park date》 — taking your rule-abiding boyfriend to an amusement park is a surprisingly fun experience to say the least 🌸

《no hesitation》 — he didn't realise it, but there was no hesitating when it came to protecting you🪻

Ace Trappola ❤️

❝Stop daydreaming. Don’t you know you can get lost in the rose maze?❞

《promises of the future》 — studying on your own would be so much more efficient, but you always loved spending time with him🌼

《ode to the ace of hearts》 — there were more than enough people who wanted to punch him in the face, but you still adored that stupid grin 🌼

《cute and fluffy!》 — how the first years get along with your cute and fluffy dog familiar 🌸

《i'm a mastermind》 — what if he told you none of it was accidental🪻

《the heart's belonging》 — in which ace finds you far too beautiful and can't help getting jealous when others realise that too🌼

Deuce Spade ♠️

❝I’ll become a committed man, just like a card soldier. That’s what I made up my mind to do.❞

《his unconditional acceptance》 — you're insecure about how skinny you are, but he'll love you regardless 🌸

《cook your way to your man's heart!》 — the way to a man's heart is through his stomach! 🌸

《love will find a way》 — you had to raise your child without him, but it is your child, who brings you back to him 🌸

《ode to the two of spades》 — he had many flaws, but you loved all of them 🌼

《hearts amidst firelight》 — as you watched the fireflowers bloom across the night sky, you felt your feelings spill forth 🌼

《cute and fluffy!》 — how the first years get along with your cute and fluffy dog familiar 🌸

Trey Clover ♣️

❝Perfect timing! Would you mind helping me paint the roses red?❞

《won't you focus on me?》 — he tickles you back in revenge for not paying attention 🌸

《pay attention!》 — when they aren't paying attention to you, what better way to get their attention than a tickle attack? 🌸

《ode to the three of clubs》 —he appeared ordinary, but he was radiant in your eyes 🌼

《i'm a mastermind》 — what if he told you none of it was accidental🪻

《we are one》 — you had to raise your child without him, but it is your child, who brings you back to him 🌸

Cater Diamond ♦️

❝You have to have fun with croquet and Unbirthday parties ♪❞

《i'm a mastermind》 — what if he told you none of it was accidental🪻

《ode to the four of diamonds》 — your diamond was never dull, he was beyond radiant 🌼

[taiyaki-translations]

Mika Kagehira 4* Feature Scout: An Irreplaceable Place of Belonging

Season: Winter Characters: Mika, Yuzuru Translator: taiyaki-translations

Mika: (I remember the meetin’ place is in front of the bulletin board. I’m pretty sure there’s supposed t’ be others here waitin’ for me so we can clean the school grounds together…)

Yuzuru: Kagehira-sama, are you here to do a part-time job, by any chance?

Mika: Ah, it’s Yukkun ‘n Anzu-chan. Are the two of ya the ones workin’ together with me today?

Yuzuru: Yes. I was just talking about it with Anzu-san.

We were discussing the possibility that the last person joining us would be you, Kagehira-sama. 

Mika: Ya got that right~♪ Since both of ya do this kinda work often, I’m sure we’ll get this done real quick. 

Though, even though yer close t’ graduatin’, you guys are still doing part-time work, aren’tcha?

I know I’m one t’ talk, but ya sure have interestin’ tastes fer doin’ these jobs even though they barely pay much L$.

Yuzuru: In my case, it’s not an issue of making money, as this is mostly a hobby for me.

Lately, the young master has been preoccupied with the student council, so I have a lot of free time on my hands. 

Therefore, until I graduate, I intend to enjoy my hobby of cleaning to the fullest ♪

Mika: I thought that was the case fer ya, Yukkun. You did say you like cleanin’~

Is it the same for you too, Anzu-chan? I kinda doubt you are doin’ this ‘cause you got much free time, though… 

Hehe. Since yer graduatin’ soon, yer doin’ all these part-time jobs as a way to thank the school fer all the support ya got? 

Nnah~ Anzu-chan is a kind girl after all~ It’s true that the school’s been lookin’ after us from the moment we enrolled. 

Yuzuru: Even though Anzu-san and I are both transfer students, we share a similar sentiment. 

That’s enough to show that the days I spent at this school are some of the most profound moments of my life. 

Mika: I see... But, it’s a bit sad I’m gonna be sayin’ good bye t’ it soon~ 

Nnah~ When I think about it, it’s kinda lonely. What to do... 

Cleanin’ the school, washin’ those dishes, soon I won’t be able t’ do jobs like that anymore, right? 

Then, I wonder how I’m gonna spend the free time I’m goin’ have in the future? 

Yuzuru: A better way to think about it is that when you have more free time, you also have more opportunity to do the things that you want to do. 

In the case of Kagehira-sama, you can focus on your artistic pursuits.

Mika: That’s true, but… Nnah~ Without part-time work, it will still be kinda lonely. 

Yuzuru: Fufu, for Kagehira-sama, working part-time here has already become a part of your daily life.

Mika: Yeah. Fer me, they make up a lot of the memories I have of this school. 

I got to become friends with Anzu-chan ‘cause we were washin’ dishes together fer a job once.

And even though I’m pretty shy, part-time work gave me the opportunity to become friends with people from different units. 

In a way, workin’ at these jobs became a place of belongin’ for me in this school… 

Anzu-chan, ya understand what I’m sayin’? 

Yeah. Anzu-chan is someone I worked together a lot with, right?

Nnah~... If we don’t clean this mess up, can our part-time job last forever? 

Yuzuru: Kagehira-sama, Anzu-san, it’s best to not entertain such flights of fancy. 

Besides, that would defeat the purpose of you expressing your gratitude to the school that has looked after you. 

Mika: Yer right! Then we gotta scrap this plan~... 

Yuzuru: More importantly you two, if we don’t start working soon, we will get scolded. 

Instead of wallowing in our sadness, let’s get started on the job.

Mika: Ah, ‘m sorry, Yukkun. I’m sure ya want to get started on cleanin’ quickly. 

Yuzuru: No, no, it’s not a problem. I also feel a sense of loneliness that we will no longer be able to do part-time work together in the future. 

But keep in mind that we haven’t graduated yet. 

As Anzu-san said, out of gratitude to the school for everything that they have done for us, I will continue to do part-time jobs until I graduate. 

If parting is inevitable, I at least want to leave without any regrets. 

Mika: As the sayin’ goes, “A bird does not foul the nest it’s about t’ leave.” (1) Graduatin’ is inevitable, so I gotta prepare myself.

Well then, Yukkun, Anzu-chan. Let’s work together on these part-time jobs ‘til we graduate~♪

Translation Note: 1. Mika is referring to the saying 「立つ鳥、跡を濁さず」, which in this context means putting everything in good order before you leave, as a courtesy.

[inlovewithregencyera]

Elmsworth House, July 4th, 1818

After the proposal was made and the friends and family wished their congratulations to the new couple, the party migrated to the drawing room for some entertainment before the evening was concluded. Helena asked Aurelia to enchant their guests with her refined singing and musical talents. She was reluctant at first, mainly because she hadn't sung in front of Frederick in almost two years, but she did it anyway. As Aurelia's fingers gracefully danced on the harpsichord keys, the notes that escaped her lips left Frederick enchanted by the beauty of her angelic voice. It was like a melody had echoed through the chambers of his heart. All he could do was think of was their last summer spent together, as he tried to hold back tears from the bittersweet memories they shared.

♫♫♫!!!!

♪That now lie sleeping, softly, softly, now softly, softly lies sleeping♪

♪Sleep is a reconciling, a rest that peace begets♪

♪Doth not the sun rise smiling, when fair at evening he sets♪

♪Rest you then, rest, sad eyes♪

♪Melt not in weeping, while she lies sleeping♪

♪softly, softly, now softly, softly lies sleeping♪

*Loud applause*

Ashley: Lord Worthington?

Frederick: What, Mr. Ramsbury?

Ashley: I asked if you were alright-

Frederick: *sniffling* Why wouldn't I be?

Ashley: Well m'lord, it's just that your eyes are wateri-

Frederick: *wipes eyes* I have no idea what you were referring to Mr. Ramsbury.

Ashley: ....

Laurence: *whispering to himself* Dearest, sweetest angel, how come you've graced this earth with your talents along with my heart. For I know I can never have you-

As you belong to him.

Peregrine: Oh she's done excellent.

Helena: I know! Our dear niece has a voice that would make the angels in heaven weep.

Peregrine: And Lord Worthington...

Helena: *trying not to laugh* Oh hush old man!

Emma: Oh mama! How I wish I could sing like Lady Aurelia.

Elizabeth: You have other talents to make up for that my dear, do not fret. I'm sure your harp skills will have you married off by the end of May!

John: Don't say that.

Elizabeth: Oh John!

William: You should delight us next with your singing, my sweet Martha.

Martha: But I want to sit here and gaze at you and imagine our future together.

William: We'll have a nice little townhouse in the heart of Willowfax. But during the Summer, we shall move to a country house in Henford where our children can go and visit their grandparents every day.

Martha: Oh, how grand!

Patience: Grand indeed! *finishes wine glass in one gulp*

Ashley: My dear, that is your fifth glass! Shouldn't you retire the wine-

Patience: Only after I play my song!

Peregrine: Patience I'm not sure that is a good idea considering the state you're in. You can barely stand up straight.

Helena: Oh dear, please do listen to Mr. Ramsbury and your husband!

Patience: Oh but ma'am, my song will ease my nerves.

Ashley: Oh dear!

*Frederick starts rising from his seat*

Ashley: Oh dear cousin, please, take my seat. I believe I need to be up waiting for my poor wife in case she needs my assistance!

Frederick: *whispering* You sounded lovely.

Aurelia: *whispering* T-thank you.

Frederick: May I speak with you later tonight?

Aurelia: Yes, yes certainly.

Frederick: Meet me in the woods, behind the house once everyone is asleep. Bring Sarah, just in case someone sees us.

Aurelia: Alright.

This made Aurelia more anxious than usual as recurring memories came to her head once more. She and Frederick used to sneak out late during the Summer of 1816 when he was staying with their family at their summer home in Brindleton. They used to enjoy each other's company and stroll along the beach whilst holding hands. They of course could never be intimate or physical in public, as it was considered scandalous, so when they had time to themselves they would hold, and hug each other as long as they could. She had been craving his touch and embrace for the past two years, and truth be told, she still loved him. She never stopped loving him, and now that he was in her presence again she felt her love for him grow stronger than it had been once he was away.

♪♪♪

♪Did you not hear my lady, go down the garden singing♪

♪Blackbird and thrush were silent to hear the alleys ringing, oh saw YOU, not my lady, out in the garden there♪

♪Shaming the rose and lily, for she is twice as fair♪

William: Well she's slightly drunk, but this song is quite heartfelt! Her voice is exquisite, but nothing compared to your cousins.

Martha: Yes..indeed.

[rosesfox]

sweet nothing

(this is a +18 oneshot evajacks. there’s smut and a lot of curse words, so read with caution. evangeline is eighteen in this fanfic and everything is perfectly consented ☺️)

this fic takes place shortly after they find out that evangeline can kiss jacks, so she is comfortable with her wants and desires. i don't think she's too out of character as she looked pretty comfortable kissing apollo lol

___________________🔥____________________

They said the end is coming, everyone's up to something. I found myself around and into your sweet nothings  ♪

Evangeline's shoulders tensed and she placed her hands on Apollo's chest. She forced a smile as she pushed him away, and said:

“I'm not feeling very well tonight.’’ She forced a cough. “It must have been the rain I got in before I came here. Can we meet tomorrow morning?’’

Evangeline saw the impatience in Apollo's eyes, and for a moment she feared he was going to stay in the room against her will. But a smile crept onto his lips, and he gave her a chaste good night before leaving the room.

Evangeline sighed in relief before turning toward the closet.

“Have you lost your mind?’’

Jacks stepped out of the shadows with a grim expression. He had his hands in his pockets as he looked down at her.

“I needed to make sure you were safe.’’

“We've already talked about this.” She crossed her arms. “I'm perfectly safe, but that could change if Apollo finds you here and discovers our plans to defeat him.’’

"He was going to touch you." Jacks turned his head toward the door, an angry expression crossing his face as if Apollo was still there.

"He wasn’t..."

"He can't touch you, Evangeline." Suddenly, he was coming toward her. She took several steps back until she bumped against the dresser, her hands resting on his chest.

“He wasn't going to touch me.

“If he touches you, I'll break his arm." Jacks smiled then, one of those evil smiles that used to raise the hair on the back of her neck. "Do you want me to break his arm, Evangeline?"

She really hated the way her body reacted when he behaved like that.

Evangeline wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling his golden strands against her fingers.

“You should know by now that the only person I want touching me is you.’’

She saw his expression change, and smiled as his hands grabbed her waist. Her heart filled with happiness when he touched her without hesitation, glad that she didn't have to hold back all the affection she wanted to give him.

They had discovered in the sweetest way.

When Jacks found he could kiss her, he looked disconcerted, as if he'd been presented with the most wonderful of gifts. For a moment, he looked like he didn't know what to do with himself, suddenly being able to feel something for someone without taking any risks. Evangeline, in turn, just smiled, she smiled because she always knew she could, always knew that the love between them was greater than any curse. 

Then, he touched her as if she were made of glass; as if he were scared to break this precious gift. And when her lips touched his, it was as if she finally returned to the place to which she belonged.

Since then, they just didn't stop. At any time, Jacks clung her and stick his lips in hers as if he couldn't avoid, as if he couldn't be without her taste. And when there was no opportunity, he kissed her anyway. He stole kisses when she walked past him, when she was distracted, and when they were in the presence of Lala or Chaos, and especially Luc.

Sometimes things warmed. Evangeline wanted nothing more than submitting to that heat, but the moments weren't good. Once, she and Jacks had gotten to take some pieces from each other in one of Chaos's castle rooms, but his mother had come in and caught them in the act.

Now, on the other hand, they were free to give in to their wishes.

"You shouldn't say these things when we're so close to your bed." Jacks leaned down toward her, his lips incredibly close to hers as he brushed their noses together.

Evangeline felt her heart beat fast, as if she were dying, even though she knew she had never been more alive. Her cheeks were burning and her palms were sweating, but she didn't to hold back.

She had learned many things since arriving in the North. In a matter of months, her life had completely changed. Evangeline had fallen in love, had made friends and lived the most different experiences. She, too, had her heart broken, her memories erased, and she'd became a prisioner of mad prince who wanted to keep her and kill the one she loved. At that point, it didn't seem to make sense not to go all the way, not knowing when she would have another opportunity with Jacks. At that point, it didn't make sense to focus on all the things she still had to work out and all the stress she and her friends were going through. For the moment, she could just enjoy Jacks conveniently being in her room.

"You know that…" Evangeline paused, lifting her eyes to look directly at him. “If Apollo were still here, he wouldn't waste any time before pushing me onto the bed. Maybe I should call him again...

She started to walk away, but Jacks grabbed her body before pressing her against the dresser. She gasped as she felt all the hard parts of his body against the parts where she was soft.

"You know you shouldn't tease me, Little Fox." Jacks brushed his lips over hers again, before dragging them down to her ear. "Especially when your room is so close to your husband's room. You don't want him to hear you scream all night, do you?’’ And then, he bit her.

Evangeline moaned as she clung to his arm. In some surprising way, the idea of being so close to Jacks while Apollo was in the next room didn't bother her at all. If anything, it made her even more excited. After everything Apollo had put her through, including taking her away from Jacks for months, he deserved it. Evangeline might not be very good with revenge, but she would feel satisfied knowing that she did at least something that might make him upset.

"I thought it would be something you'd be excited to do, actually," she replied, leaning her body toward him. “After everything he's done, all the times he's kissed me and laid with me, I figured you'd love the retribution. In fact, knowing you can do even more than he ever did."

He smiled in the cruelest way possible before grabbing the back of her thighs and placing her on top of the dresser.

"With him, I'm going to be a little worse." Jacks moved closer, their bodies separated only by her thin nightgown. “I'm going to make him regret every time he's touched you, so breaking his arm would have seemed like a kindness.’’ His voice was filled with false gentleness as he caressed her, his hand roaming over her body as he looked deep into her eyes. “With you, making you scream will just be a bonus, because when I'm done you won't even remember his name.’’

Then, he took her lips. Evangeline could now attest with absolute certainty that a kiss from him would be worth dying for. It was the kind that made her forget everything, from her name to where they were. And when he parted her lips and deepened the kiss, she lost track of everything. There was nothing else but him and the way he kissed her, like a starving man presented with the richest of feasts.

She put her hands on the back of his neck, pulling him to her as she forced her hips against his in an almost desperate movement. Jacks moaned greedily before putting his hands on her waist, keeping her in place. He trailed his lips down her neck, one hand firmly on her waist while the other brushed the strands of her hair to the side so he could have as much access as he wanted. Then, Jacks spread kisses over her skin. Below her ear, in the center of her neck and above her breasts, interspersing them with small bites that made her moan and push her hips against his even with the strength of his hand.

"If you don't stop," he murmured against her neck, his hot breath against her skin. “If you don't stop, this will end sooner than it should.’’

Evangeline almost laughed, but then he brought his free hand up to one of her breasts and squeezed. She closed her eyes instantly, moaning against his lips and leaning her torso forward, wanting him to do more, wanting him to explore more. The hand that was on her waist reached for her other breast, and she whimpered once more, opening her eyes only to see him watching her with as much desire as anyone could ever have. As if he was delighted with her every reaction.

Without breaking eye contact, Evangeline lowered one of the straps of her nightgown, watching his eyes stray from hers to the swell of her breasts. He wasted no time. Jacks grabbed both straps and pulled them down, nearly tearing the fabric in the process.

Evangeline, of course, wore nothing underneath but her panties, and her cheeks flushed violently as Jacks stared down at her bare torso. He licked his bottom lip and caressed her waist before leaning down and taking one of her breasts in his mouth. Evangeline moaned, instantly grabbing his blond hair. Jacks sucked and licked as another hand moved up to her other breast, squeezing it and making Evangeline bite her lip hard to keep from crying out in pleasure.

Jacks repeated the process on the other breast before moving kisses up her collarbone, neck and lips. He placed small kisses on her mouth and cheeks, his hands roaming her thighs and hips before finding that sensitive spot between her legs.

Evangeline's lips parted involuntarily as he pressed a finger into her intimacy, her own fingers traveling from his neck to the muscles in his arm. She couldn't help but send her nails into his biceps as he explored that oh-so-sensitive part of her.

Jacks was watching her with interest, as if her every reaction was something very beautiful to watch, and Evangeline thought that she couldn't be any redder and more embarrassed than she was, but there was nothing she could do. She couldn't control her body's reaction to his touches, the way her voice escaped her lips.

He then traveled his fingers down to the inside of her panties. Evangeline clung to his shoulders as if he were her own lifeline, shocked by the depth of pleasure she felt. Jacks' fingers pressed down on her clit before moving down to her opening, stroking the entire length before thrusting a finger inside her.

She then really screamed.

Jacks chuckled against her neck before saying, in a husky voice:

"Shhh... You don't want your husband to walk through this door and find us here like this... Or do you?" He thrust in another finger, making her grip tighter against him. "Does the idea of your husband seeing me fuck you turn you on as much as it turns me on, Evangeline?"

Evangeline wanted to assert, but she thought it would inflate his ego too much. Besides, she was lost in the pressure building in her womb, that sensation she liked that threatened to shatter her.

But then, Jacks pulled away completely.

Evangeline looked at him as if he had committed the worst of sins, making him laugh. She tried to bring him closer to her again, but he held her thighs too tightly.

Jacks pulled the fabric of her panties down, ripping the material in the middle. Then he brought her close to him, pulling her up before tossing her onto the bed with little gentleness.

For a moment, all he did was watch her. From her hair down to her feet, he watched her with such lust that she thought she blushed even more. Being vulnerable to his eyes like that was embarrassing, but at the same time the way he was looking at her turned her on in an indescribable way. Then he loosened his belt and removed his shirt.

Evangeline bit her lip to manage an unchaste smile before taking in the perfect shape of his body, the ridges of his abdomen and the way his body tapered at the hips. He was so beautiful; especially like this, with his lips swollen from her kisses, his golden hair tousled by her hands, and the marks of her nails on his strong biceps.

She almost sighed as she dropped to her knees on the bed, her body exposed to his as he watched her. Evangeline tugged at the waistband of his pants, sliding the material down his thighs as he grinned.

Jacks finished stepping out of the material, and in a moment of pure adrenaline she pressed her hand into the bulge of his boxers. It was his turn to close his eyes, and Evangeline let herself smile as she explored that part of him and watched him react with such pleasure. She then put one of her hands inside his underwear and felt his entire bulge in her palm.

That's when Jacks pushed her back onto the bed, and Evangeline actually laughed at his impatience.

He took off his boxers and climbed on top of her, parting her knees roughly and hooking himself between them.

‘’Are you sure?’’ Jacks asked, brushing a few stray hairs off her forehead.

Evangeline felt her heart melt at that affection, at his words, and she smiled before tilting his face down. She pressed her lips to his as she wrapped her legs around his waist, touching their intimacy. They both moaned at the contact, and Jacks brought one of his hands to his cock to position himself.

He then entered her at once.

Jacks squeezed his eyes shut, and Evangeline whimpered some more at the pain she felt at the moment. She held on to him, taking deep breaths to try to ease the pain as he waited to be able to move.

She could feel by the tension in his muscles that this wasn't easy for him, but he kissed her neck and shoulders to try to relax her.

And when at last she felt ready, and slightly impatient that he still wasn't moving, she pushed her hips against his.

Jacks moaned once more, gripping the sheets beside her head and started to move. He started slow, hard, going to the base and then withdrawing all the way, gradually increasing the pace of his thrusts until there was no rhythm at all. There was only his losing control, the lifting of her hips, their moans, the bed creaking and banging against the wall that shared Evangeline's room with Apollo's.

“You feel so fucking good, Evangeline,” he growled against her ear, his voice husky as he pressed her against the bed, grinding his hips into hers too hard. They kissed again and again as their bodies merged, he kissed her neck and squeezed her breasts, walked his hand over her body until he placed it on her knee, tilting it up and thus increasing his access to her.

Evangeline would have loved to focus on the way he looked ruthless, a little desperate, clutching at her body as if he wanted more, even though she was already giving him all she has. But she was too lost in her own pleasure, trying to hold in her screams when he reached unbelievable places inside her, biting her lips or her hands.

She actually lost track of time, writhing beneath him and sighing her pent-up cries. Jacks bent down again, biting his lips, neck, every bit of skin he could find before bringing his cheek to hers.

Evangeline screamed in pleasure as she felt her orgasm reach, the walls of her pussy writhing around him as she bit down on his shoulder to try and muffle the sound of her moan. Jacks let out a husky moan as he felt her tighten against him, thrusting a few more times before she felt him swell, spilling inside her.

He rested his head against her shoulder as he caught his breath, and she stroked his spine as she grinned goofily at the ceiling.

Evangeline was so, so happy.

“If Apollo heard this bed hit the wall, I'll be forced to put some employee at risk and say they were using one of the royal bedrooms.’’ She said, eliciting a chuckle from him as he pulled out of her and laid down next to her.

She loved seeing him smile, loved the sound of his laughter.

"I'll just love having a reason to tell him what really happened, Little Fox. Don't worry’’ Jacks winked at her as he pulled her to him and covered them with the blanket, muffling the sound of her laughter.

They had also gotten used to sleeping together. Ever since Evangeline had remembered their night together in the Hollow, she just didn't want to sleep anywhere but in his arms. Although they didn't always have the opportunity, she always tried to sneak over to where he was sleeping to lift the covers and sleep beside him.

His arms were always around her, pulling her to him instantly, and she slept contentedly secure.

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Ougonten - Account of the Dragon's Ascension 1

Writer: Kanata Haruka

Season: Winter

(Location: Starmony Dorms Common Area)

Mika: Heave-ho…… Fuu…… Thanks a bunch, Shiratori-kun. Let’s take a break here fer now. 

Aira: We should. The unexpectedly large luggage wore me out.

Mika: Sorry fer draggin’ ya into this.

I was plannin’ on takin’ home some of my personal stuff from the handicraft club before I graduated, but it turned out to be more luggage than I expected.

Aira: No no, I had free time too. Actually, it was a feast for the eyes to see the treasured works of art belonging to Kagehira-senpai!

Also, while we were returning together, I got to hear a lot of behind the scenes stories about Machina.

As an idol otaku, it was a time of ultimate bliss♪ I’m super happy!

Mika: I appreciate ya sayin’ that. I feel bad that I can’t do anythin’ to thank ya fer yer help though……

Aira: Being able to talk about Machina with Kagehira-senpai is more than enough thanks!

Even thinking back on it now, I’m overwhelmed by that fantastic universe.

Mika: Ahaha, don’t praise me too much. Since it’s about me, I might get too excited over it.

Aira: That can’t be! From my point of view, I can’t say enough about it!

I got it! The Machina live show was good, but the show before that, “Test World,” was also amazing!

Mika: Eh!? Sh-Shiratori-kun, how do ya know about Test World!?

No one would know about that unless they were logged into that virtual world.

Aira: Ah, I didn’t see it directly! I saw the video.

Someone recorded a video of what happened in Test World and posted it on SNS.

I was so disappointed when I saw that video. I wondered why I couldn’t have gotten to see Valkyrie’s bravery with my own eyes.

Itsuki-senpai and Kagehira-senpai’s appearance at that time…… Even when I remember it, I can’t help but sigh as my tears fell.

The sight of you two looking down on everyone from above and bringing the end of the world was truly divine!

The highlight was the innocence of Kagehira-senpai, when you made money rain like hot water saying, “Art is an explosion~!”

MIka: I-It’s spread to that extent!?

Aira: Yep! I watched that scene so much I thought I was going to pierce a hole into my phone!

Mika: Don’t look at me like that! That’s where I think I got too carried away!

Uuu…… I guess I did too much by throwin’ away the money. That’s usually a punishment.

Aira: No no, I think it was a good thing!

I loved Kagehira-senpai in that scene so much that I couldn’t help but share my thoughts about it on SNS.

Kagehira-senpai’s appearance at that time, the sparkling money was like—

Mitsuru: (Whispering) Mika-ni~chan should have entered this room. I’ll sneak inside and investigate……

Mika: Ah, that’s Mitsuru-kun ain’t it. Welcome home~. What’s goin’ on, sneakin’ around like that?

Mitsuru: Uwah!? Mika-ni~chan was still in front of the door!?

Aira: Ah, sorry! Now that I think about it, we were standing in front of the door talking for a long while.

Mika: Ngah~ we’re gettin in the way of people comin’ in later. Sorry for scarin’ ya, Mitsuru-kun.

Mitsuru: I-it’s okay!! I’m going back to my room now, so Mika-ni~chan and the others can enjoy chatting~!

Mika: Eh, Mitsuru-kun!?

…… He left. Since he came into the room, I assume he had somethin’ to do but…

Did I say somethin’ to annoy Mitsuru-kun?

Aira: Hmm~mm…… Maybe he was just too surprised?

Anyway, it’s not a good idea to just stand around and talk like this. We shouldn’t surprise anyone coming in like Tenma-senpai again.

Mika: Alright. I don’t know if I can drag this luggage to my room.

Aira: That’s true…… But first, let’s have some tea and take a break. It’s never too late to carry your luggage.

Besides, I want to chat with Kagehira-senpai a bit more!

Mika: Haah. If you're serious about it, let’s make some hot tea first♪

(Location: Starmony Dorms Hallway (1F))

Mitsuru: Fuu…… That was dangerous. I almost got caught by Mika-ni~chan.

But with this I was able to learn more about Mika-ni~chan again! I’ll make a note of it right away.

“Mika-ni~chan was a good god who enjoyed standing and talking with his friends,” and…

Hmm…… It seems like this isn’t enough after all~!

A~lright, let’s find more and more divine aspects of Mika-ni~chan!

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Raison d’être - Epilogue 3

Author: Akira

Characters: Shu, Mika

Translator: Mika Enstars

"Just like how ya love me, right, Oshi-san?"

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Spring

Location: Apartment in France

Shu: Yes. It seems that Grandfather really wished to be buried with the woman he had separated from himself.

Embrace it as himself, without denying or forgetting her existence.

So that at least, he can spend eternity with her, the woman who was undoubtedly his “beloved lady”, in the afterlife.

Fufu. Although I’m sure when he does go to heaven, he’ll get a scolding from my even stricter grandmother. Seems my grandfather hid this fact from even her.

She’ll be wondering why she was never told something so important.

Because she would have loved my Grandfather with all her heart, including that “truth” of his.

Mika: Just like how ya love me, right, Oshi-san?

Shu: Don’t get any strange take-aways from this.

Mika: …But, there’s still some things I don’t understand.

Though most of the mysteries have been solved.

The diary was written as if “MADEMOISELLE”-san was real was jus’ a fantasy Grandfather dreamed up as “the way he wished it could have been”.

He truly wanted t’live in Paris with the non-existent “MADEMOISELLE”-san as a friend.

Shu: I’m sure you’re right. Those faint lies blended in with the reality in that personal novel were my grandfather’s desires.

There’s also much meaning to the title, “The Taming of the Shrew”. I presume it symbolizes my grandfather’s suppression of his youthful impulses within him.

Rather than the shrew being a real woman, it was a conflict that existed within my grandfather.

But aside from that, what is it that you don’t understand?

Mika: Right. So it’s about a “Mademoiselle”, but…

Shu: ? I told you, “MADEMOISELLE” is an imaginary friend brought forth from my grandfather’s youthful indiscretion, based upon himself in woman’s clothes—

It was likely hidden away by the landlady once he returned back to Japan, as there was no longer any use for it. Beside the cabin in the woods, a place of memories of where they had met.

As a side note, I do not think you will be accused of grave robbing just because you simply dug up a doll that was put away and buried in a coffin.

It appears the land in that area belongs to the landlady. As long as the landlady does not press charges you are acquitted, and she has told me she has no intention of doing so—

Mika: Not that. Um, I mean Mado-nee.

Shu: Ahh, you mean the Mademoiselle with us here. Having the same name makes this complicated.

Mika: How come “MADEMOISELLE”-san looks so much like Mado-nee?

Shu: Hmm…?

Mika: “MADEMOISELLE”-san was a stand-in for Grandfather from that time while he was in woman’s clothes, right?

Even though Grandfather was younger back then, doesn’t Mado-nee look too young to be him? It’s like she were “MADEMOISELLE”’s younger sister, or daughter.

Shu: ……

Mika: Hey, Oshi-san, maybe I’m jus’ talkin’ nonsense again, but…

It’s possible the landlady doesn’t think of Grandfather as just a friend.

I think she really loves him as a person of the opposite sex.

A-And thought of Mado-nee as the child of the both of them.

Shu: ……

Mika: Meanin’ the landlady gave Grandfather Mado-nee with such sentiments in mind.

But, even knowin’ her feelin’s, Grandfather didn’t respond. He had already gotten married to his fiancée.

Pretendin’ to pay it no mind, but unable to bear t’throw it away, he stored Mado-nee away in the cellar.

And that’s when ya discovered her as a child, Oshi-san—

Shu: …There’s no way to know for sure, and even if it was true, there still was no romantic affair between Grandfather and the landlady.

They parted and began their own families in their respective hometowns.

It is a story that has already ended—A comedy, and a tragedy.

All we can do now is pick up the wreckage of those stories left behind, and connect them together and fantasize about them.

And by doing that, you might as well have them be happy fantasies.

You’ve destroyed it, but there was another doll here in Paris that looked like Mademoiselle.

The real one was mistakenly shipped back to Japan—and remains to be safe and sound.

One was with my grandfather, and one was with the landlady.

Shu: They were a memento of the lie, the deception they both told the world back when they were young, weren’t they?

So that whenever they see it, they can laugh as they remember the joyful days of their youth.

The little Mademoiselle was nothing but a memory, a symbol of this happiness.

That’s how I choose to interpret it.

And now, the fragrance of happiness left behind by our predecessors remains fragrant even in our midst.

Like the aroma of a rose that remains forever.

Mademoiselle is not the crystallization of things such as sorrow and regret.

She is the crystallization of happiness that our predecessors have passed down to us—I still pale in comparison to them, but that’s how I’d like to interpret it.

~…♪

Shu: Ah, the city of beautiful flowers.

Hey, Kagehira, let’s weave happy stories here just as they did.

So we too can laugh. Let’s get along, for now and ever.

That would be the greatest offering we could give to those who have come before us, wouldn’t it?

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[Tsukino Picatrix] VAZZROCK + infinit0 Cast Introductions

Hello, hello~! I have some free time this month, so I'm slowly getting back into posting www I miss working through tweets, and I definitely have lots to catch up on orz

Anyway, AGF is soon, which means a new TsukiPro AGF theme! We have Tsukino Picatrix (TsukiPika) this year, and it's like TsukiPro meets Promise of Wizard! 😂 The cast of characters look really cute though, and the lore sounds interesting~! I can't wait to see more of the designs!

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O caelestes stellae, O venerati apostoli, quaeso, viam nostram in hoc itinere terreno ducite et illuminate # TsukiPika # Tsukiuta # AGF2023

Characters and quotes under the cut, enjoy~!

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[VAZZY] MAMIYA TAKAAKI "Welcome to Neptune's Headquarters where mysteries and secrets govern all. I guess you could call me the Mediator. (wry smile) … Stick close to the light and don't delve in too deep. Go back while you still can." #TsukiPika #VAZZROCK #AGF2023

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[VAZZY] KIRA OUKA "Neptune HQ is stationed on a hidden island accessible only through this ship. Your ticket to ride depends on whether you can defeat me first." #TsukiPika #VAZZROCK #AGF2023

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[VAZZY] KIDUKU ISSA "Man, what a pain in the ass. They'll tear pampered brats like you apart here, and I'd rather stay out of that mess." #TsukiPika #VAZZROCK  #AGF2023

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[VAZZY] KIDUKU FUTABA "Not all is gifted with the power to heal, but through my research, I hope to create a potion that can benefit everyone!" #TsukiPika #VAZZROCK #AGF2023

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[VAZZY] OYAMA NAOSUKE "HAHAHA! The renowned artefact hunter is up for hire! Oyama Naosuke is at your service, folks!!! You better remember that name!" #TsukiPika #VAZZROCK #AGF2023

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[VAZZY] SHIRASE YUMA "Wisdom, power, and even magic. I will use everything I can as I am destined to be King. You shall heed me from this day forward." #TsukiPika #VAZZROCK #AGF2023

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[ROCK DOWN] ONODA SHO “Despite appearances, I am one of the Seven Sages. I oversee a major Magical Union research lab, you know~❀ Amazing, aren’t I~?” #TsukiPika #VAZZROCK #AGF2023

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[ROCK DOWN] KUJIKAWA HARUTO “I’m “Open Sesame’s” supernova in the making. Jolting Bomber Kujikawa Haruto is ever at your service.” #TsukiPika #VAZZROCK #AGF2023

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[ROCK DOWN] AMAHA REIJI “Someone of my caliber definitely belongs to the Union. Alright, where’s my next assignment…? Oh-ho, a research lab, huh. Sounds fun~” #TsukiPika #VAZZROCK #AGF2023

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[ROCK DOWN] TACHIBANA AYUMU “I’m embarrassed to admit that I ended up here due to my poor communication skills. But it’s alright, I feel right at home here. People here aren’t keen on talking, so no superficial relationships either.” #TsukiPika #VAZZROCK #AGF2023

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[ROCK DOWN] OGURO GAKU “Heya! I’m a field mechanic in charge of lab inspection and repair~♪ You can catch me here, there, everywhere! Danger is part of the job, but who could say no to treasure waiting to be found!” #TsukiPika #VAZZROCK #AGF2023

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[ROCK DOWN] NADUMI RUKA “I’m in charge of developmental research in the lab! And nothing is impossible with me on the job!! Probably!!! I’ll work hard for the betterment of magical research and society!! ALRIGHT~~~!! I’ve got an idea~~~~!!!✨” #TsukiPika #VAZZROCK #AGF2023

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[infinit0] SUKIGAWA REI "Counting me, I believe that there are more Venusian guardians who work for Venus, a mutual-aid corporation, than for the Union." #TsukiPika #infinit0 #AGF2023

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[infinit0] MIKAZE ROA "It’s my dream to make Venus bigger together with Rei! No shade to the Union, but a biased single-minded organization will only lead to corruption and stagnation~♪" #TsukiPika #infinit0 #AGF2023