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Painted Smile

Painted Smile XXXI

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Summary: You couldn't wait to meet new friends. What you didn't expect was this smiling little boy, only one year older than you, that would take such a big place in your life.

Notes: Aah… Those chapters are getting more and more enjoyable for me to write. I hope you will enjoy this once as well. Please, do give me your thoughts. Oh, also, congratulation.

Alice…

You woke up with a gasp, soaked in sweat. You sat up, hiding your face in your hand, trying to calm your breathing. Once again, you had that dream… You looked at the afternoon’s sunlight shining through your window.

It’s been a few months since Alice’s passing. Her funeral was beautiful but so.. heartbreaking. You could still hear her father’s sobbing as he did his speech, talking about his daughter like she was still a little girl. When you walked toward her coffin to see her one last time, you tried so hard not to break down, not when Trey was sitting not too far away from the scene.

Thank God Alastor stayed with you. He gave a speech that made you smile a little. He talked about Alice, saying she was like an annoying little sister he wished she could keep on annoying him.

Then of course, came Alyzée. You didn’t tell her that Trey was the one who took Alice from her. You couldn’t. Not yet. She looked at Alice before turning her head toward the rest of the people, smiling even if tears were streaming down her face. She only said one sentence.

“ Alice won’t let her killer rest, she will make his life a living hell.”

She then stared at you and you could almost hear her, pleading for you to do justice. You knew Alice never told a soul about your killing’s hobbit, you knew that, she would never. But at that moment, you felt like you were alone with Alyzée, and Alice’s spirit, smiling at the both of you, like she was asking you to help each other to take revenge on her killer.

You hugged Alyzée as they lowered Alice in the ground, you shall never see her face again but in the picture you have taken. She was sobbing against your chest but you were looking at Trey that was wiping his tears. That bastard was crying, he was crying even though he was the one who created this moment. He worked for it since you were a teenager, since you were fifteen years old

You felt Alastor’s hand on your eyes, whispering in your ears.

“ Don’t show darling. Not yet.” You nodded at his words, knowing your eyes were burning red. If you could, you would scream at everyone the murderer was crying on the grave he dug for his wife.

John gave a speech too. He seemed really sincere but you couldn’t trust your instinct right now. You never felt like Trey was a bad person, a monster. How could you trust your instincts now?

After the funeral, Alastor drove you home and your usual three spirits were waiting for you.

“ Little lady… I’m really sorry.” uttered Papa Legba, his usual warm smile no longer on his face. Your eyes welled up again but you just nodded toward him. Legba tried to help you against Trey, you were thankful for that. You looked at your shadow and Alastor’s as they were looking at you, clearly worried about you.

“ Were you… the one making me.. levitating?” you asked, as Alastor made you sit on the sofa and went to make you a hot chocolate while listening to the conversation.

“ As Alastor is getting stronger, your power also goes up. Not as powerful as Alstor, but still impressive for you. Levitation is a new skill of yours. I did help you. I didn’t want you to use too much energy and pass out with this new power of yours.”

Alastor sat next to you, placing his hand on your knees, his eyes never leaving your form. You could hear him talking in your mind but you couldn’t understand anything he was saying. You just wanted to close your eyes and sleep.

But for Alice, you would stay strong, she was killed alone, scared, you couldn’t be this weak right now. You concentrated on Alastor’s voice in your mind.

‘Please, look at me…’

You turned your face toward your husband whose body relaxed when he saw your eyes on him. You knew Alastor was worrying about you and that made you feel bad. You smiled at him, it wasn’t your usual beaming smile but this smile was meant to say you were doing… okay.

“ That was impressive, little missy. I thought you were going to kill this man.” laughed Kalfu, sitting on one of your chairs.

You clenched your fist when you heard Kalfu’s voice. You wondered if he knew that it was going to happen..? You looked at Baron Samedi who was staying strangely quiet since you came back home.

“ Did you know..? Did you know about Trey?”

“ No.”

“ Would you have told me if you did?”

“ You aren’t my protégée…” said the spirit.

You nodded. You should feel angry but in a way… You could understand. you looked at Legba, already ready to ask the same question.

“ I didn’t know. My priority is your safety. When I’m in the spirit realm, I don’t care about what is going on, on earth.”

You nodded and then looked at Kalfu who was smirking at you, waiting for you to ask the question.

“ I know you wouldn’t have said anything.” you spat at him, Alastor squeezing your knees, making you calm down after your words.

“ I wouldn’t have even breathed a word, little missy.”

You leaned against Alastor, stroking both his shadow and yours. You could see they were worried and … sad? You looked as your shadow touched your belly with a worried frown. You gasped before holding your belly, making every head turn your way.

“ My… My baby..?”

“ It is safe.” Baron Samedi said, confident with a small smile. “ I healed it.”

Both you and Alastor looked at Baron Samedi, surprised. Well, you were surprised while you could see Alastor smirking like he knew it was going to happen, he seemed satisfied. Well, you weren’t surprised, Alastor always knew things before you even saw it.

You made a deal with Baron Samedi for his powers, but unlike Papa Legba, you didn’t really have a close relationship… So why? Why did he save your baby? Did he want something in return?

“ I told you, didn’t I? I don’t like children dying. They should live for as long as they can. I won’t ask anything in return, it was a selfish wish.”

“ And Alice’s baby..?”

Baron Samedi sat on the floor, smoking his cigar. You knew you were looking at him like it was his fault, and you knew that he knew what you were thinking. He was the spirit that was handling the dead, he was the one saying that this person could die, or this person should stay on earth. So why? Why did Alice and her baby have to die?

“ Because her soul wasn’t mine to collect.” Baron Samedi sighed. “ The baby and.. Alice’s soul has been used for a ritual. That’s what I felt. Trey earned more power by this kill… Even if I think he only wished for the child’s death.”

“ And you can’t do anything about it?” Asked Alastor.

“ I could. We all can. But this is a silent law, if a soul is spoken for, you don’t touch it. The soul has to reach for you for us to be able to do something.” Baron Samedi sighed. “ I don’t even think Samael knows he has souls that are spoken on his name…”

You frowned, did that mean Alice belonged to the devil? How terrified she must feel !

“ Can we save her soul?” you asked, a new fire burning inside of you.

“ Haha! Go to hell, little missy. Maybe you will be able to do something against Lucifer.” Kalfu laughed mockingly. You wondered how you didn’t jump at the spirit to strangle him… Maybe because Alastor's hand was still stroking your leg, keeping you attached to him.

“ But…”

“ I’m sorry, little lady. Alice’s life was meant to end sooner than she expected. She lived well,even if her love for this dame, Alyzée, was just like a spring flower, attached to the ground, who wished to love a leaf attached to a tree’s branches. They both loved each other unconditionally, but winter came. The flower died, but the leaf still weakly attached to the tree shall stay strong before meeting the flower in death.”

You didn’t realize you were crying until Legba’s gentle hand stroked your cheek. His warm smile was once more on his lips.

“ You don’t have to feel guilty. Alice was a beautiful flower.”

You cried in Legba’s arms, and you were quite surprised that Alastor didn’t stop Legba from touching you. But then, Papa Legba’s had always been like a grandfather to you, he helped you, even when you didn’t ask for it,he listened to your worries and protected you…Hearing his gentle words about your friend healed something inside you.

He then took a step back and you watched as the three spirits were standing in front of you and Alastor, they seemed powerful, menacing for some, welcome for others.

“ No matter what way you are choosing, we shall help you.”

When they vanished, Alastor and you took a warm bath. Alastor asked you if you wanted him to stay with you, if he should take a break from work but you kissed him, saying you shouldn’t show any kind of weakness about Trey. He stared at you before smiling at you.

“ Let me handle it. At least, let me do my hunt alone.” He whispered against your naked skin. You closed your eyes before nodding, you knew he would find any information about Trey before coming to you with a plan to dispose of him.

And this is where you were now, months after this nightmare. Your belly had grown bigger, and you felt your baby move inside of you. The first time it happened, you screamed so loudly that Alastor almost tripped as he ran toward you. His shadow was already at your side, snarling at everything and anything.

His eyes were burning red as he entered your room and you gestured him to come closer, placing his hand on your belly. He seemed confused, still smiling, but when he felt your baby kick, he gasped, taking back his hand. His shadow, though, was eagerly touching your stomach, with childish curiosity.

Alastor’s eyes were wide, his stare not leaving your belly. You giggled as he touched your belly once more. He seemed so lost, like he was finally understanding that he was going to be a father, that you both created something that was living.

Baron Samedi stayed with you a lot during your pregnancy, when you asked him why, he would always tell you he loved seeing pregnant women. For him, it was the most beautiful faith in humanity: Creating life.

You kept Eamon by your side, always hugging it against your chest. It would help with your emotional burst sometimes. Alastor had to go to work of course, and you enjoyed listening to his voice through the radio.

Alyzée would come, in the beginning you were both seeing each other to grieve Alice, now, even if Alice’s death was looming above your head, you were able to talk about simple things without bursting into tears.

You left the bed, taking Eamon with you and smiled as your shadow followed you quickly, looking at your belly. You walked down the stairs, Alastor’s shadow touching you to stop you if you were to fall. Because yes, Alastor said he would keep working but his shadow shall stay with you until your pregnancy was over.

You thanked it before walking into the living room. Your back was hurting, so you laid down on the couch. You couldn’t wait for Alastor to come back home and massage your legs, your back and your feet. You closed your eyes, ready to sleep some more before you heard someone knocking. You opened one eye, was Alyzée already there?

You stood up and walked toward the door and opened it before slamming it closed.

John.

John was here.

Should you kill him?

“ Please… I.. I want to ask you questions about my cousin.”

You peeked at your shadow and Alastor’s which were ready to throw themselves to the man but you stopped them with your hand. You closed your eyes before opening the door once again. You knew John would never hurt you, so you shall fetch some information.

“ Come in.” You said, holding Eamon against you before walking into the living room. you wouldn’t give him coffee or things to eat, he could chock, you didn’t care.

“ I see you still have that plushie… It still looks great.” John said, trying to look calm but you could almost smell how nervous he was. You sat on your rocking chair, staring at him as he stayed standing in the middle of the living room. “ I.. I.. Can I sit?”

You scoffed before gesturing to him to sit on the sofa. You would have to clean it as soon as he left.

“How is your pregnancy going? From what your father said, it's almost time…” He observed, smiling at you even if you could see it was a little strained. You rolled your eyes at him.

“ Talk, what are you here for?”

“ I.. Okay. As you know, I have taken Alice’s case,” you flinched when you heard his voice saying your friend’s name, “ but.. I have nothing. It’s like the killer walked into the place, like they owned it, killed Alice and then left.” You looked at him like he was the dirt under your heels. “ I know, you must think: Ask her husband. But… He can’t have done that–”

“ If you don’t believe me, then leave.”

“ Please, wait! It’s just… My cousin– Trey Felleur was seen in Terrytown with his coworkers. He has an alibi. So… After looking for any other suspects… it leaves me with.. you.” He winced when he saw your expression turn from confused to angry. Wait, wait… Trey was seen somewhere else the night of the murder..? Wait, did John just said–

“ Are you telling me you are suspecting me… to have killed Alice?” You asked, as calmly as you could.

“ You knew the house like it was yours! You were at the murder scene before my cousin according to what he said. And I’m sure Alice knew that Alastor was a murderer.” John spat staring at you.

You stayed composed. You didn't know if John had real clues against Alastor or it was his obsession with you and your husband that drove him to this conclusion.

“ Clue, John. Give me clues and Maybe I shall listen to your nonsense.”

“ I went to his old house in the forest. I dig once more where you stopped me once. Under the deer bones, there were human’s bones. I’m sure it’s his fathers. He killed him and then buried him, here!” He said with a big smile, like this would make you believe him.

“ Why didn’t you go to the police then?” You asked before smirking when you saw him looking away. “ Because you knew you trespassed again. You knew no one would listen to you.”

“ But you… You want to know the truth, right…?” He stared at you. “ So you will help me. We will make it seem like you found the corpse and you came to me because we used to be friends and then we can lock down Alastor for good.”

You tried to keep yourself from laughing. It was almost cute…

“ What if I don’t?”

“ Then, I’ll think you killed Alice with Alastor and you tried to protect him.” He spat. You frowned, you didn’t know if John could have you arrested because of that… Would he? You bit your lips, damn it! How were you supposed to play?

“What do you say, Mrs Sanglar?” he asked.

“ I say you should leave my dear daughter in law alone.”

You both turned your head toward Marie who was standing near the door of the living room, looking at John with a frown.

“ Mister John Felleur, was it ? I think this is not the first time I hear you trespassing on my property. I shall ask my dear daughter's father for help.”

You smiled at Marie as John’s face fell. He grimaced before standing for the sofa, took his hat before leaving, saying his offer was still opened for you. Marie stared at him until he closed the door and went quickly toward you as you sighed.

“Are you okay, sweetie?”

“ I’m okay Marie, he just… upset me.”

“ Well, I can understand. From what I hear, he was quite an impolite man!” She said, frowning. You smiled at her, you were thankful for Marie. She and your mother always came to check on you when you didn’t feel like leaving your house. Marie talked with you, and even told you she began to work with spirit since you told her Trey was the killer. She said you needed protection so she asked the spirit to protect you if you were to be in danger in the forest. That warmed your heart.

You both talked, sitting under the porch, until you saw Alastor’s car coming. You sighed in relief as your husband stopped the car and walked toward you. He hugged his mother before kissing your forehead. Marie didn’t stay for dinner, she already agreed to dine with your mother. She kissed your cheeks, like she used to do when you were just a child before Alastor drove her toward her destination.

You walked inside your home and decided to do something light for dinner. You stroke your belly with a small smile.

“ What should we prepare for Daddy, huh?”

You felt your baby kick you and you laughed, caressing the spot where you felt its foot. Maybe you should do a salade de fruit. It would be fresh and you had enough ingredients to make a lot of it. And you craved it so bad you might eat it all, then cry and Alastor would have to comfort you, saying he didn’t want a Salade de fruit so you could eat his part.

Hum…

You began to cut the fruit, Alastor’s shadow helping you while your shadow was caressing your baby, trying to smooth it. You didn’t know why but it seemed like your child was reckless today.

You lifted your head when you heard Alastor coming home. He walked toward you and hugged you from behind, kissing your neck before lifting slightly your belly. You moaned when you felt the weight being taken away from you. You almost cry because of the sensation. Where did Alastor learn that..?

You turned your head toward him to ask him but he kissed you. A kiss so gentle you felt like you were walking on clouds. You turned around and crapped your arms around his shoulder, kissing him back with the same gentleness he was giving you. You almost whined when you felt him step back.

“ Mhn?” He looked at his shadow. “ John was here?”

“ Oh, yes… Let me tell you.”

You both sat on the sofa in the living room, eating your salade de fruit, Alastor already giving up his bowl to you as you already finished your second bowl while telling him what happened. You smiled as he made a face so fakely shocked that you couldn’t help but laugh.

“ He didn’t. How could he think I did this all alone? I was helped by an angel.” He said, smiling as he kissed the back of your hand. You giggled as he began to talk about you like you were the strongest person that managed to take down all of your foes.

“ An angel, huh?” you smirked as you ate from Alastor’s bowl.

“ A fallen angel then. I saw you flying high in the sky… you seemed so out of reach, you seemed to enjoy yourself..” you looked at him as he seemed lost in his own thoughts. “ So of course, I had to drag you down to me so I could admire you closer.” He smirked down at you. “ You didn't really try to run away, dearest…”

“ Well, maybe it was because I saw you down there. I was curious, you looked almost as proud as if you could fly yourself. So when you decided to take me, I accepted because I didn’t want to fly in a sky where you weren’t.” You smiled at him.

You saw his pupils dilate before he squeezed you in his arms, being mindful of your belly. You laughed as he bit your shoulder and your neck. You knew he liked to do that when you overwhelmed him with your words or your actions.

“ Alastor… How is our child going to be? I wondered…” You looked at the ceiling as you felt your husband’s hand on your belly.

“ Mhn… Let's say. for their own good, they should have your innocent face so they can easily trick people. They should have my way with words. Darling, you are too emotional sometimes, so they should have my patience…” He mused as he looked at you.

“ Mhn… Are we going to show them Voodoo..?”

Alastor stayed silent for some minutes, which gave you time to nuzzle against him, waiting for his answer. You wished for your child to know about Voodoo, it was Alastor’s culture and… You would be kind of sad if your baby couldn’t interact with Papa Legba or your shadow…

“ Mhn… I… Would you?” He asked you, his voice a soft whisper. You smiled, you didn't know Alastor was still unsure about how you would perceive him depending on his answers…

“I would.”

“ Well, that’s perfect! Because I think they should work with Kalfu because–”

“ No way Alastor, our baby isn’t going to work with Kalfu.” you said, looking at him in the eyes. He almost pouted which almost mad you grin.

“ But, they would work with a powerful spirit,” he mumbled. “ don’t you think? For their security?”

“ They could work with Papa Legba.” You said, with a happy grin. Alastor rolled his eyes at you, making you laugh. You kissed his cheek and you both kept talking about your child’s future until it was time to go to bed. You took Eamon with you and walked toward your bedroom.

You changed into your nightclothes and then you went under the cover, laying on your back. You couldn’t wait to lay on your belly once again… You turned your head toward Alastor who laid next to you with a book in his hand, reading. You closed your eyes and fell asleep with a little smile.

You woke up with a gasp, soaked in sweat. You sat up as you groaned in pain. Damn it, maybe eating so much fruit was a mistake…

“ Darling?”

You looked next to you and find Alastor, still reading his book. How much did you sleep? You groaned as you felt pain in your stomach once more. You took the blanket off you, you needed to go to the bathroom.

“ Fuck…”

You looked at Alastor, surprised. He wasn’t the man to use bad words like this. You almost laughed but you were soaking wet, you needed a shower… and the bathroom. But as you tried to stand up you froze when you saw the mess between your legs.

It felt like time froze, nor you or Alastor was moving, you could only hear the noise from the clock.

Tic-tac tic-tac…

“ Water, my Alastor broke!” you screamed, completely scared out of your mind. You didn’t know what to do, how to do it ? You heard Alastor stumbling out of bed before ordering his shadow to take your things as he kneeled next to you.

“ Alright darling, breathe with me okay? You are okay, you are splendid.”

“ Alastor!” You screamed in pain.

“ Of course.” He stood up and carried you in his arms, running toward his car, being mindful of your shaking form. You could see his shadow moving around the wall and taking everything it deemed necessary for you. Did it just take a candle--?

You screamed in pain once more. Damn it, being almost slashed was less painful ! Alastor placed you in the car and drove to the nearest hospital while trying to calm you. You looked at his shadow which gave you Eamon as you screamed in the car. The shadow looked so scared, it was cute. You wanted to smile at him as you took Eamon but another contraction made you scream.

Damn it!

You tried to breathe like Alastor was telling you but then you didn’t know why you felt panic. Where was your shadow? You haven't seen it since the pain began? Where was it ?

“ Where is it?” you shouted.

“ What? What is where?” asked Alastor as he kept a hand on your knee and the other one on the steering wheel.

“ My shadow !” You cried, squeezing Eamon against you so hard you were almost afraid to hurt it.

“ It’s not important right now, darling.” said Alastor, his smile strained.

“ I want my shadow!” You hollered not even caring that you were making a tantrum about your shadow while your baby was literally on its way.

Alastor stopped in front of the hospital, left the car before taking you in his arms and running inside the building. You didn’t really know what happened, you could hear shouts and sweet words as you were being taken into a room too white for its own good. You could feel people spreading your legs, touching you, what was going on? Where was Alastor ?

“ Where is my husband?” You yelled. A nurse told you they made him wait in the corridor. “ Bring him here!” you grabbed her collar before letting her go look for your husband. You cried as your head hit the pillow , when were you put into a bed? You wanted this pain to end.

You then felt a hand on your skin and you knew who it belonged to. You opened your eyes and smiled weakly at Alastor, he was smiling but it seemed like it was taking everything out of him to keep this facade.

“ Alastor..!” You cried as he kissed you multiple times before kissing your hand.

“ Darling, no matter what happened… Stay here for me.” He pleaded with his eyes and then you realize… Alastor was scared that you wouldn’t make it. That you would die during childbirth. You grabbed his hand with your, smiling at him with a new fire burning inside of you.

“ I will stay…” You choked out those words.” I won’t leave you..” You screamed as pain was too intolerable. You heard a nurse ordering you to push but damn it you couldn’t even feel your legs…!

You would stay..

‘ You will be by my side.’

I will stay, nothing will separate us.

You pushed each time the nurses were telling you to do it. But it was getting harder and harder and you were getting more tired as time was passing.. You felt like you weren’t in your body anymore… You felt so tired…

“ She is bleeding too much, call the doctors!”

‘ Nothing can tear us apart. I dragged you on earth with me. You are my only light. You are my sanity.’

“ Miss, please just a little more! Don’t give up!”

I joined you… Because I wanted to live this life with you… And the next one too…

‘ Darling..?’

Alastor…

Cries.

You could hear cries.

You turned your head weakly toward Alastor that was grabbing your hand so hard it was shaking. His head was down, his forehead against yours hands. He didn’t seem to be the one crying…

“ Congratulations, Mrs and Mr Sanglar! You are the parent to a healthy and lovely girl!”

A girl..?

You turned your head toward the nurse that was cradling something in her arms..

A girl..

Your eyes widened sighly.

Your baby girl.

You took your baby that was crying against your chest and you couldn’t help but cry too. You did it… You made it.. You looked at Alastor who hadn't moved one bit. You couldn’t talk, you were crying but you were too tired to make any other noises.

Alastor… We have a girl…

Alastor’s head jerked up and he stared at you with his eyes wide open. He stared at you and only you. You smiled at him as you closed one eye, trying to reassure him. You were not gone. You saw his body relaxed and he kissed your forehead, pushing his lips hard against your skin.

You looked at your baby girl who stopped crying. You looked at her with so much pride. She opened her eyes, and you saw her beautiful eyes.

“ She has my eyes…” Alastor whispered, astonished. You looked at him, tears in your eyes.

“ You seem surprised…” you whispered, your voice hoarse from your screaming.

“ No… it’s just…I mean.. The way they shine… It’s definitely from you. “ You watched as your husband looked at your daughter. She was looking at you both, recognizing your voices. You kissed your baby with a shaking sigh. She was here… Finally…

You looked around as the nurses were busy with you didn’t know what. You smiled a little as you saw Papa Legba, on the corner of the room, looking at you with pride. You watched as Baron Samedi smiled widely at you, giving you a nod of appreciation. Kalfu smirked and winked at you, making you chuckle. They vanished when the nurse came to you.

“ She is beautiful, how should you name her?”

You looked at Alastor who was staring at you. You both have talked about multiple names depending on the gender of your baby. And now, as your baby was looking at you and Alastor, you were sure of yourself.

“ Yes… she shall be named…

Alice.”

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MONKEY BITE. floyd leech

SWEET CREAM, WET DREAM. floyd leech

DEJA VU. floyd leech

MONKEY BITE. floyd leech

requested by: anon / cake details: cheesecake (arranged marriage AU) with fresh fruit compute (hurt/comfort)

“Hey, why the long face?” You pass him one of the two — a new matching couple set — wine glasses that you received from the bridal registry. “C’mon, you knew it wasn’t going to be you.”

Floyd stays numbly silent. His suit is in disarray as usual. Tie like a boa around his neck and nostril blood speckled on his cuffs like sequins. Though, he does take the wine glass full of whiskey from you, so you suppose that is a small victory in the war that just happened in the reception hall. Making yourself comfortable, you sit down next to him, cupping your dress backside as you go down.

“Aah,” you sigh, relieved to stop carrying your weight on taut, squeezing heels. Chin up, you observe the open ocean stretched out before the two of you.

Floyd simply slumps deeper into the palm he is resting his cheek on. He is all languid tonight. His human limbs are loose like his skin has been stretched like baking dough. Acting like collapsing, dead weight, he simply tilts his wine glass more towards himself because he had accidentally let it drip on the cobblestone in his weak hold. All his fight is extinguished just like that? It’s only appropriate, you suppose.

Sipping your whiskey, you congratulate yourself on how well versed you’ve become in human limbs. A month ago, you would have broken an ankle in heels — honestly, more like stilettos! — like these.

But, watching the unfurling waves that bounce back and forth under a pitch black sky, you think you would have preferred a childhood-dreamed wedding, with all your traditions, the pearl necklaces and the safety blanket of home. That one was probably one of the easiest sacrifices of a hundred that you have made in just one itty bitty month. A wave hits the sand hard and you take another gulp of whiskey.

“He doesn’t love you.”

Aren’t you at least going to look at me while talking? Turning back to the ocean, which Floyd is intently staring at, you reply, “Don’t be ridiculous. He has no obligation to love me.”

“‘To love and to cherish’. It’s right there in the vows.”

“You know those are nothing more than words to the both of us. Something that could happen, probably never will.” Still not looking at you, jeez. He had no problem staring at during the entire ordeal and now he wants to avoid eye contact. “Besides, what good is love?”

Love has yet to do you any favors. For infinity, it has been a leash on your person, and now after tying the compressive knot of a loveless marriage, you can be free of the loathsome tick of love. At that moment, you clink your wedding ring against your glass and gulp down a sphere of whiskey.

“What about the love between us? Wasn’t that good?”

There it is; the pith of this. The central essence of why Floyd crawled over your husband’s stunned body like a starved predator and used his hand like a mechanical piston to hit, hit, hit until your husband’s nose bent into a curved sausage of red. He acted so raptorial when tearing apart your groom because there was love between the two of you.

“No.” You finish the remaining whiskey quickly. With your thumb, you cover up the golden swirls that write out an eyesore word, Mrs., on your cup. “It was just teen romance. Fun but nothing of substance.”

Floyd throws his wine glass on the cobblestone. It is reminiscent of how violently he attacked early; his languid arm zaps into life and suddenly there are shards of glass spreading like an arching rainbow in front of your and Floyd’s expensive footwear. The gold, swirling Mr. is ineligible in the shining shambles. Back to silent it seems; he covers his mouth with both his hands and leans low into his hunch, groaning deeply like you shot him.

Waste of good moonshine. Fast-acting alcohol puppets your tongue. “Face it, Floyd. It was never going to work between us. I’m sophisticated, Floyd. You’re nothing but a brute. You eat fish raw off the bone; I dined on cooked surface food. I’m refined and you’re a slob. I live life in first class. You’re riding the coach. We weren’t gonna last.”

Dating an eel-mer as a mermaid had to be one love’s tightest leash on you. It was never going to work. Differences between the two of you were too stark to ever blend together. When you intertwined hands, you could feel the corporal proof of how incompatible both of you were — the softness of neatly trimmed nails and delicate fingers held in the callousness of talons and dense, compact flesh.

It had been a quaint experience but nothing of substance.

Basking in the aftermath of your lies, you smile happily of how self-assured your speech sounded and how it sure swayed Floyd’s opinion. Positive that you had painted a convincing picture, you turn to find Floyd’s eyes on you.

(It’s so unusual to see him with peach-toned skin. It will help that this will be the last face of his you will see; it would hurt more to depart viewing his original face.)

“Then why ya cryin’?”

“Crying?” That must be some human expression that you are not yet familiarized with. “I don’t think I’m doing that.”

He points to his own — there are little snakes of red in the whites of his — and declares, “you’re cryin’ and leakin’ up a rainstorm.” You touch your dry face. “Hah, made you check.”

You huff, humorless. Typical Floyd. He used to pull a trick similar to that when both of you were growing toddlers. That’s all over now. You swirl an empty glass and watch one droplet spin at the bottom.

“You’re gonna be miserable.”

“Yeah, I am.” Smiling, you raise your Mrs. — absent and incomplete with it’s broken Mr. — and say, “That’s why I got this sweetheart. I’ll be less miserable with her.”

You two sit in silence after that declaration. Reality sets in like a bruise. The fast-paced alcoholic talks are done and the fast-paced sober fights are finished. Simultaneously, the both of you look at your childhood home extended out in cobalt pulses. What a beauty the ocean is from the surface; a blue, shriveled heart that bleeds and bleeds.

“Your … that guy, knows nothin’ about merfolk tradition.” You turn, intrigued, but Floyd is still watching the waves of childhood. “He didn’t get you a single courtin’ gift, so I can tell he’s dumb as a stone boat. Ya don’t got a single necklace on you. Your parents know nothing about the surface. Not zilch. They rarely travel up here, so …”

So? You wait as Floyd turns towards you. “So, we can make an excuse for this. Say ya got bit by some other animal.” Your blue heart beats like a blitzkrieg bongo as Floyd trails a finger diagonally along your neck before grasping the middle between your left cleavage and left shoulder. He lingers there, warmth shared by your combined flesh.

When he leans in, palm pressing in the white petals of your bridal dress, you figure out his intent quite quickly. A good girl would protest. I’m married! I just got married today, for Seven sake! You don’t think those thoughts as you lean, exposing more of your neck to Floyd. As his breath warms your shoulder, you put in one last joke for old time sake, “The mosquitos are huge this time of year.”

“Haven’t ya heard? The zoo let some rabid monkeys out and they’re on the loose.”

You giggle, for the first time in twenty-four hours, and look towards the ocean as Floyd bites in, scarring you with love, in the form of two puncture holes in your neck.

SWEET CREAM AND WET DREAM. floyd leech

requested by: anon / cake details: marble cake (NRC) with citrus glaze (smut) and edible flowers (fluff)

You are sitting on your boyfriend’s lap, staring down an erect penis. Salivating.

This has to be the beginning of a work by Shakespeare. Written in his own blood – something primitively disgusting and erotic. Yet, it is a labor of the body which is why the pen is inked with genuine, honest sanguine. Taken from a wrist or a chest.

Or, you could just be very pulled by hunger. Your first sight of a penis makes your stomach rumble, starved.

Go with the more artistic one, you decide just as large hands rest upon your hips, pulling you backwards.

But, Shakespeare interrupts, this did not start with you sitting nude on your boyfriend’s stomach, sizing up the dimensions and shape of what you desired more than anything to put in your mouth. It started with –

Turn off the stove. I haven’t seen ya all summer, Shrimpyyy.

From Ramschakle’s renovated cooking station, courtesy of long hours at Mostro Lounge, you glance away from the stove. The aroma is magnetizing and thick. Sizzling pops are musical like siren calls. You cannot comprehend why he wants you to turn it off. Before your eyes, Floyd leans against the countertop, chin set on top of crossed arms. Boyish and in love with you, he stares back with half-lidded, amorous intent.

The toothpick in your mouth makes a question quirk up because – why would I turn off the stove when dinner isn't close to being ready?

Haven’t got to taste ya all summer long either.

Something moves within your viscera like a giant, slithering tapeworm. It is a scarlet warmth.

It is a quick melange of sounds that add together like ingredients. Faint click of the stove, switched off. Harsh hit of hip-bone on countertop. Rustling thump as a freshly untied apron collides with ground. It is all overwhelmed by the groan Floyd lets out as you two collide at the kitchen island. Your toothpick is still in your mouth, held messily on the junction of your mouth’s right side, pressing and hurting the skin.

You cannot kiss with your tongue around the pick. So, Floyd takes the outward point in his fingers and draws it through your lips like unlocking a zipper. Obedient, your mouth falls open with his ministrations.

He places the toothpick on the bed of your tobacco-flavored tongue. His golden eye stares at your dangling uvula.

Say aaaah.

His intentions are: silly.

Aaaah.

Your intentions are: serious.

Fluid and lubricious as cooking oil, you two kiss. Floyd throws the toothpick away, not caring where it ends up in your house. Then, after shedding more of your clothes, you two end up here on the plate of your mattress.

It is a really pretty cock.

Standing before you in full attention, the weight of it in your curious hand sends a small shiver down your spine … and sends a large shiver down Floyd’s as you watch the muscle in his thighs tighten up. There is a slight right taper to it. Holding it at the base, you stare down at the bulbous head that almost arrows itself up towards your mouth. The anticipation and speculation of your boyfriend’s cock’s flavor profile leaves a sweet metaphorical taste of your tongue. Guessing is as fun as knowing.

Thrill numbs out a majority of your nerves. You feel like one, big, blue-white neuron. Though you can section out the feeling of your abdomen clenching hard when you feel Floyd move your knees so they are settled by his head rather than below his armpits.

Salvia is so thick in your mouth it feels like a second tongue. At least you know you will have enough natural lubricant.

Just as you open your mouth, lips glistening from previous kisses, a tongue oscillates down the center of your sex. And, deterring from your original goal, caught off guard, you moan brokenly with a sharp gasp. That’s what a tongue feels like? Oh OH — you are going to devour Floyd whole.

Two hands curl up around your hips, fingers digging on the bottom hook of each designated asscheek, palms squeezing flesh. Just as his tongue departs from the midline’s end at your anus, Floyd dives just back into your wet center and attempts to suction up all your slick like his tongue is a napkin.

You would almost feel bad about your knee-jerk reaction if it didn’t immediately speed up Floyd’s tongue. Caught off guard, still in the middle of your sharp gasp, your body unconsciously pushes itself back as far as it can, suffocating Floyd. Chasing indulgence and never pulling away from it. You pin him firm between the mattress and your pussy.

Quickly, you go to lift up. That motion is snuffed when Floyd’s fingers tighten on your ass and pulls you down harshly. “Flo- ah — Floyd, you don't have to. Mmh … Oh my god … !!”

Biting your own lip, you think you feel the letters of stay grumbled into your lower lips.

Even though it sends an earthquake through the miles of your intestines, it does not distract you from your intent. You are not the only one starving. Teeth from a wrist bracelet made long ago, ivory-speckled-brown like elephant tusks, jingle as you grip onto the shaft of his cock. Your own teeth part as you slowly slide Floyd up on the mattress of your tongue.

In the neurological wave, your heart stops … then jackrabbits in doubletime.

It tastes like running your tongue over a block of salt. Tentatively, you spiral your tongue around in short swings, lapping up the precum already coating him. The musky scent of sex wafts up from him like perfume. Right away, you are smitten with the taste and aroma that has greeted you.

Because it is the taste of Floyd, and you love Floyd dearly to the point of devouring.

It is an ouroboros of pleasure — a never-ending circular connection of moans and licks on each other’s hot, dripping genitals — that goes round and round. When a moan vibrates on Floyd’s dick, it sends an eruption of a heated gasp across your folds. When a thick groan hums onto your clit, you are left moaning whorish around the cock in your mouth. Back and forth with a heartbeat of cannibalism between the both of you. Devouring the most sacred parts within your mouths.

Floyd spits and giggles. He brings up little beads of salvia from his throat before smoothing them out over the folds of your labia. His affection towards you leaves him pressing fat kisses on your clit and sharp thrusts with his tongue up in your vagina.

It’s vulgar. Primitive. As you said before, something written in the blood of poets. Something smeared with jam-like red. A fun and lovey-dovey brutality.

Eventually, those tentative licks evolve into more. A mixture of precum and saliva follows your brief pop-off Floyd’s dick before you go down messily — the sounds are squelching like stepping in a pool of wet, glistening organs, the loud hollow muffle of your moan creaking — until it hits that fated uvula. Floyd’s spine arches like a girl’s, like he is your bitch, when you suck hard.

Then, you start bobbing. It is almost instinctual as a symphony of moans and licks play itself against your slick which dribbles, dribbles, and dribbles across Floyd’s face. A warmth spreads through your neuron-body as a large palm reaches down to rub at your shoulder, not even pushing or pulling, just a light massage to feel the heat of your body. The gesture makes you feel dizzy with love.

I love you I love you I love you — right there right there rightthererightthere! Your body jumps like it was shot as Floyd sucks roughly on your clit like it’s hard candy.

It is evolving more and more into vigorous fucking. The poem is losing its stanzas and the order of words has become jumbled. Your sexual ouroboros is burning a hot white hue as the sounds in the room grow grosser and grosser.

You damn near choke yourself on him as you fiercely rub up and down the length you cannot fit in your mouth, the side of your hand repeatedly hitting and splashing the wet puddle on his ballsack, filling yourself up to your heart’s content. “Shrim— Shrimpy — I’m gonna ! Mmh mmh mhh! I’m —!” God or Sevens or whoever, you cannot wait until he explodes in your mouth.

Me too Me too Don’t stop Don’t stop! You think in response to Floyd’s brief … well, he probably meant it as a warning but you take it as a blessing, knowing you get to swallow his cum soon. An involuntary moan from just the mere thought bristles around Floyd’s dick. Bobbing eagerly, you suck harder and harder with each passing second, feeling the heartbeat in his dick pulsing.

There is a smidgen of lightheadedness seeping in, fracturing your body into pieces. You are doing a poor job on remembering to keep your breathing even. That dizziness makes you feel like a stretched plain of cotton until you congeal together, hard and fast, rushing into an orgasm when Floyd zig-zags his tongue roughly on your clit.

It is almost poetic how you both cum at the same second. Because as soon as you realize that feeling of snapping in your viscera, a tidal wave bursts up into your mouth.

You gasp and cough around his cockhead, relishing the warm liquid in your mouth. Almost completely off his shaft, you take the head in your mouth and lap up everything he is giving you. It comes in forceful squirts and you have to hold down Floyd’s bucking hips to savor the moment.

You swallow all of it, gorging yourself on your boyfriend’s salty-sweet tang essence. Even then it is not enough for your appetite; thus, you begin to lap at his shaft, making sure you clean up everything.

So enamored with the taste of him, you do not even realize what is happening behind and beneath you until you hear a choked out “To - uuk — Too sensitiveeee!” Floyd groans, his hands squeezing and lifting up your ass as you nurse at his cock. You almost get a knee to the forehead when one of his legs involuntarily pulls up in pain with the overstimulation.

You keep eating until you’ve had your fill.

DEJA VU. floyd leech

requested by: anon / cake details: genoise sponge (specific to requester: time loop AU) with fresh fruit compote (hurt/comfort) and sprinkles (specific to requester)

Unusually, Floyd Leech took a shine to you right away – and with no difficulty either.

It almost seems like he has been waiting a long time to become friends with you. The nickname Shrimpy! slides out his mouth easily. His dominant left hand repeatedly finds your shoulder as if the two pieces of flesh were magnetized together. He shows up when you need help most, as if your body pulses out distress signals directly to him.

You didn’t know what to make of this at first. To you, the dimensions of Floyd Leech are off kilter like puzzle pieces of a picture forced into wrong spots. When you squint at him, an innate stomach-ache makes you feel something is off with how he presents himself.

It is the oddest and strongest sensation of déjà vu.

His face will shift and morph into some expression — laughing, scowling, craving — and you can swear you’ve seen him make that exact face before. It is like seeing copies upon copies of his face, stretching into nebulous creams and teals, yet never being able to identify where you first saw him make such a face before.

A melting, water paint portrait of creams and teals is what greets you again because you’re crying hard enough to distort your vision and you can’t make the expression on Floyd’s face. You’re sure it is one you’ve seen before.

“It’s just so sad!” You bawl out. The small paperback in your hand is squeezed tight enough to crinkle the pages. “I’m never gonna read another book again!” On the verge of hysteria, you slam your borrowed library book on Floyd’s desk.

In response to your despair, Floyd offers nothing more than a musical, high-falsetto laugh that winds itself around the dormitory like one, long note. He is rather unsympathetic to your plight. Though, he does wish to reach out to scoop up the tears on your cheek and taste them on his tongue. He won’t … yet.

“Ya such a crybaby, Shrimpy. It ain’t nothing but a story.”

The hacky sack hits his palm, emitting a sharp crunch of beads. Floyd throws it up to the ceiling, emitting a sharp thunk of wood. In the underbelly of this repetitive sound is you sniffing to yourself. You are trying to be as silent as possible, but the tears keep coming steady and hard.

“To just keep forgetting like that,” you hiccup into your uniform sleeve. “I wouldn’t wish that upon anybody. It’s just too sad.”

“You’re really moved by this, aren’t ya, Shrimpy?”

“Mmm.”

The book you rented from the library – because you were almost always in the library, nose in books, mostly ranging from teleportation spells to opening gates of the Underworld to anything resembling interdimensional travel – was five short chapters. Something about a pair of sappy lovers. Something about one of them being immortal and the other reincarnating in a cycle. Something about memories. Floyd can’t remember it fully; it wasn’t interesting enough for him.

His gaze simply had skimmed over the summary when you handed it to him. It’s not like Floyd was going to read a book like that. Action novels reeled in his interest, not romance. His heterochromic eyes glide over the arch of his pillowcase to view your meek visage.

It feels like some kind of cavernous hunger of Floyd’s is fed watching you cry. Slow droplets thread down your face like molasses out of a bottle’s mouth. Back arched like a shrimp’s, you cry in his desk chair yet don’t rub away those tasty tears. Mournful of something you never experienced – weird.

Floyd catches his hacky sack without checking its angle of descent and comments, “Humans are always forgetful. Half of the Lounge’s lost and found goes to me and Jade because no one remembers anything anymore.” Even his new hacky sack is from those pyramiding stacks of boxes of forgotten objects.

You sniffle, nose scrunching like a snout. Hands are folded stiffly on your lap, cold and dry, cracked like crocodile skin. “What? So you’re some kind of perfect being?”

“Yep. Couldn’t get more better than me, hehe.”

“More better?”

“I’m better than better.”

That at least makes you crack a tiny smile, wobbly as it may be. The bottom of your eyes are still puffy and those snail trails of slow saltwater have yet to stop. Flimsy eyes glance away from Floyd’s gaze to the swirling, tentacle pattern on the dorm floor. “It’s just so sad … and odd. That sensation of being in a room and being able to swear that you’ve been there before. Even the conversations … seem identical to another time.”

“And the people?”

“Yes, the people too.” Tearful eyes search the violet tentacle as if you expect it to unravel and reveal something.

Suddenly, you spring forward on Floyd’s desk chair, as if in revelation. The back legs lift slightly off the ground as you lean in close. Still untouched, the warm trails are visible on your face. “And, isn’t that so odd!

“I just can’t wrap my head around it. You spend time creating memories. You spend time having conversations and creating relationships. You spend time being. And, all that time just, what? Goes and slithers down a drain, and you don’t get it back?”

Floyd blinks at you. Spots of flushed skin rest in the center of your temple and on each cheek. Your skin glistens in hot hues. “Eh, some things are just more important to others.” Floyd untucks his arm from behind his head, reaches out with his index, and wipes under your right eye.

He licks up the saltwater on his finger’s side like licking residue off a fork as you say, “I could never forgive myself if I did something like that to someone.”

The hunger to recapture past moments. It is quite an intense craving. Floyd takes his thumb and smears a crescent smile in the water under your left eye.

“C’mon, Shrimpy.” He licks his thumb. “You’re just the type of person that would do that to someone.”

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader #twst floyd

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Aah I got so much love today over Lunar Boy's book birthday!! Lots of friends getting their copies in the mail or finding my book in stores! A book birthday is like a birthday, I get people congratulating me and celebrating. But instead of me getting presents, it's everyone else who gets a gift (that I made!). So really, it's better than a birthday haha.

#ramblings #booklr #lgbt books #queer #trans #graphic novel #lunar boy #my art #qpoc #got tagged a bunch today on the gram! my boy really is out there!!#what do u mean I have a book in the Giovanni's Room?? huh?? and got a lil curated staff recommendation in a Barnes & Noble?? unreal

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[IDOLiSH7] [Part 6] Chapter 13: Towards the Promised Hour

6.13.1. - Those days passed by

Takanashi Tsumugi: And thus the day of “Black or White Live Showdown” has come.

Takanashi Tsumugi: Good morning, everyone.

Nanase Riku: Good morning, manager.

Yotsuba Tamaki: Morning!

Rokuya Nagi: Good morning! It’s finally the long-awaited morning, isn’t it?

Takanashi Tsumugi: Yes! Today, it will finally be time for “Black or White Live Showdown”.

Nikaidou Yamato: Yeah.

Izumi Mitsuki: That’s true.

Takanashi Tsumugi: Ever since I learnt about “New Black or White” until now…

Takanashi Tsumugi: There was no time when I didn’t think about this day.

Takanashi Tsumugi: I was wondering if everyone else actually felt like that, too. How is it for you?

Ousaka Sougo: That’s true… For me, it was especially about the new song. In the back of my mind, I was always thinking about it.

Izumi Mitsuki: Aah, I get that. Even while going about my life, I’d be like, “Aah, that idea just now might be nice”.

Izumi Mitsuki: I was thinking “I might be able to use that in the live” a lot.

Nanase Riku: I was imagining it before I went to sleep, too! In my head, I’ve done this year’s Black or White about seven times already!

Rokuya Nagi: Me, too! We won and everyone congratulated us!

Yotsuba Tamaki: Me, too, me, too! Sometimes, the setlist changes too.

Izumi Iori: Please don’t change it for no reason.

Nikaidou Yamato: You’re worried because the time where you can’t change it anymore has come. Like “Is this setlist fine…?”

Ousaka Sougo: I get that. I changed up the order in my head and did some trial and error…

Izumi Iori: It’s a perfect setlist. It’ll be fine.

Takanashi Tsumugi: Riku-san, Tamaki-san, please try to recall the stage the two of you imagined.

Nanase Riku: Uhm…

Yotsuba Tamaki: Like this?

Takanashi Tsumugi: Tonight, IDOLiSH7 will be on a stage that’s even more wonderful than that one.

Nanase Riku: Manager…

Takanashi Tsumugi: That special stage performance that everyone took their time to create…

Takanashi Tsumugi: I’m sure it will be a live that reaches the fans’ hearts!

Takanashi Tsumugi: To everyone who’s been attending our lives with so much love and enthusiasm…

Takanashi Tsumugi: I am so grateful!

Takanashi Tsumugi: The real event is today, but the days leading up to it were a very precious time to me, like an irreplaceable treasure.

Takanashi Tsumugi: I learned a lot from being able to create a live from scratch together with everyone.

Takanashi Tsumugi: More than anything, it was really fun and I’m so happy we were able to do this!

Rokuya Nagi: OH… Me, too. I am very, very happy.

Nikaidou Yamato: Me, too. Coming up with everything from the theme of the live to the setlist together was fun.

Nikaidou Yamato: It might be an exaggeration since the competition hasn’t been decided yet, but I have the feeling that we are creating the culmination of who we are.

Takanashi Tsumugi: Yamato-san…

Nikaidou Yamato: I remember how we got started.

Nikaidou Yamato: When I heard it was gonna be an audition, I was planning to walk out that door.

Izumi Mitsuki: That’s right… You tried to leave as if you were just letting us pass.

Nikaidou Yamato: I didn’t want to become an idol… But it’s different now.

Nikaidou Yamato: Thanks for stopping me, manager.

Nikaidou Yamato: I should be thanking you, but…

Nikaidou Yamato: Tonight, I’ll make these guys win.

Takanashi Tsumugi: …Yamato-san…

Nanase Riku＆Yotsuba Tamaki: Waaah…！

Rokuya Nagi: Oh my god…

Ousaka Sougo: Wow, Yamato-san’s cool…!

Nikaidou Yamato: Now, now, don’t get too excited.

Izumi Mitsuki: This old man finally said it.

Izumi Iori: Seems like he is finally realizing his role as the leader.

Nikaidou Yamato: Please be a bit nicer, Izumi brothers. Well then, getting back to the point…

Nikaidou Yamato: I’ll show you how the idols you, as our manager, named IDOLiSH7 become the number one in Japan.

Nikaidou Yamato: Thank you for putting all your effort into planning and preparing for the live despite being so busy.

Nikaidou Yamato: Once we go on stage, it’s our job. Leave it to onii-san.

Takanashi Tsumugi: …Yes…!

Takanashi Tsumugi: From the bottom of my heart, I am proud to celebrate this day together with everyone!

Nanase Riku: Manager! Give us your support until the end!

Nanase Riku: The one who first told us to do our best was our manager, right?

Nanase Riku: Please cheer us on like you did back then!

Takanashi Tsumugi: Yes… I will!

Takanashi Tsumugi: Iori-san!

Izumi Iori: Yes.

Takanashi Tsumugi: Yamato-san!

Nikaidou Yamato: Yeah.

Takanashi Tsumugi: Mitsuki-san!

Izumi Mitsuki: Yeah!

Takanashi Tsumugi: Tamaki-san!

Yotsuba Tamaki: Yo!

Takanashi Tsumugi: Sougo-san!

Ousaka Sougo: Yes!

Takanashi Tsumugi: Nagi-san!

Rokuya Nagi: Yes!

Takanashi Tsumugi: Nanase-san!

Nanase Riku: Yeah!

Takanashi Tsumugi: I love IDOLiSH7 more than anything in the world! Please do your best…!

IDOLiSH7: Yeah…!!

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Woman: Waa… So many people…! Aah…. So that’s what it feels like at a live?…

Woman: This is not the time to be impressed! I wonder if I can still get live goods…

Woman: Ah, that person might be a fan of Riku-kun. And that one seems to be a ŹOOḼ fan!

Woman: Everyone is smiling… Everyone looks really happy! …I’m getting excited as well!

Woman: I decided on it on a whim, but I’m glad I applied for tickets and got to come here…

Passerby A: I’m glad I could come today~! I’m looking forward to it so much I could die!

Passerby B: I’ve kinda been too nervous to sleep for a week!

Passerby A: Ahaha! For a week!

Woman: Fufu… Everyone’s saying the same thing. I’m kind of relieved.

Woman: We like the same things and we’re looking forward to the same thing; it’s like everyone here is friends.

Woman: Alright! Let’s have lots of fun! I hope everyone else does, too…!

Woman: So that everyone here moves toward the most happy new year!

Mage Takara: Haa… I couldn’t sleep…

Mage Takara: Thinking that TRIGGER is going to sing the song I wrote today…

Mage Takara: Oh my god… I said it… Even though it’s top secret information…! I gotta stop breathing!!

Mage Takara: …Waah… I almost died…. Kujou Tenn…

Mage Takara: Yaotome Gaku… Tsunashi Ryuunosuke… Okay, I calmed down…

Mage Takara: When I’m nervous, saying TRIGGER’s names is the best… Oh my god… I might die…

Older Sister: Oh my god, I might die… Do you think ŹOOḼ will win today!? Torao-kun is so cool!

Girl: Are you okay, onee-chan!? The one who will win is IDOLiSH7! I’m glad I get to see Riku-kun…!

Mage Takara: …Those sisters are amazing… They’re able to hold a conversation on the edge of that line…

Nervous Man: I feel kind of bad… Even though you invited me…

Sunohara Ruri: You’re fine, you’re fine! Please support your future brother-in-law! I want to introduce you later.

Nervous Man: W-we can do it another time. Since it’ll be right after a big job.

Sunohara Ruri: But Yuki-san wanted to meet you as well.

Nervous Man: I’m a stranger to Yuki-san, so why…

Sunohara Ruri: I’m looking forward to Re:vale-san’s live! I hope they can stay Japan’s number one!

Mage Takara: …They have matching rings… I’m a fan of Re:vale as a couple…

Mage Takara: It would’ve been nice if I could’ve brought my girlfriend. I don’t have one, though.

Mage Takara: Ah… a beautiful blonde IDOLiSH7 fan. Maybe a RabbiTuber…

Thorvald: ＜Well then, Prince Seto. Until I enter the venue, I will continue to provide live coverage.＞

Seto Ranvalt von Northmeir: ＜Yeah. I’ll leave it to you.＞

Thorvald: ＜This is the venue where today’s “New Black or White” will be held. There’s a takoyaki shop over there.＞

Seto Ranvalt von Northmeir: ＜Oh. Is there a any connection between lives and takoyaki?＞

Thorvald: ＜There isn’t- This is the live t-shirt. Later on, I’ll show you how it looks when it’s worn.＞

Seto Ranvalt von Northmeir: ＜This is a beautiful design. I appreciate it.＞

Thorvald: ＜Thank you very much. On behalf of the merchandise production team, I would like to express my gratitude.＞

Seto Ranvalt von Northmeir: ＜Yes.＞

Thorvald: ＜This an item used to cheer people on. It lights up when you bend it, but I will not do that yet. ＞

Seto Ranvalt von Northmeir: ＜I know that one. It’s because the light slowly starts to fade, right?＞

Thorvald: ＜That is correct. By the way, Prince Nagi’s color is yellow.＞

Seto Ranvalt von Northmeir: ＜I know that, too. For his next birthday, I’m planning to give him a yellow sports car.＞

Thorvald: ＜That’s wonderful. I’m sure His Highness Nagi will be very pleased as well. The next thing I’d like to introduce to you is an uchiwa fan…＞

Mage Takara: He’s showcasing the live goods… What a way to spread word about IDOLiSH7 to the world!

Passerby C: Aah, my heart’s pounding! Since I have a great seat today, maybe ŹOOḼ will notice me!?

Passerby D: They’ll notice you for sure! I mean, you talked to them before, right?

Passerby C: Yeah! I even gave them a letter directly…!

Mage Takara: …Directly!? That’s amazing. But to take it properly from them, ŹOOḼ must be surprisingly serious…

Mage Takara: Ah… I wonder if the tough-looking old men over there are idol fans, too…?

Passerby E: But it’s surprising~! Didn’t expect big bro Kuma to be interested in idols!

Passerby F: Yeah! My oshi is the reason why I rediscovered myself as an illustrator!

Mage Takara: Ah, an illustrator, huh? You shouldn’t judge people by their appearance.

Mage Takara: A lot of people are here. Ah, oh my god, my heart is pounding… My song will be sung in front of everyone…

Mage Takara: What do I do… If Kujou Tenn suddenly said that he will dedicate this song to Magechon…

Mage Takara: …No, I offered it. Calm down, come to your senses… Aah, I can’t stop imagining stuff like that…

Mage Takara: Start quickly!

Mage Takara: No! Don’t start yet!

Mage Takara: Even though it feels like the best right now, even better things are still coming up…!

Mage Takara: It’s the last day of December, but it’s not cold at all!

Mage Takara: “New Black or White” is the best…!!

~ to be continued ~

6.13.2. - To that place we longed for

Isumi Haruka: Haa…

Isumi Haruka: Finally, it’s time for “New Black or White”...

Inumaru Touma: Don’t be nervous, don’t be nervous!

Natsume Minami: You’re the one who’s too tense, Inumaru-san, your shoulders are too stiff.

Midou Torao: Even Minami is blinking a lot.

Isumi Haruka: And Torao is looking at the clock too much.

Utsugi Shirou: It’ll be fine. Everyone, please relax.

Isumi Haruka: What will be fine?

Midou Torao: How can you know that?

Inumaru Touma: Relax…

Natsume Minami: I would if it was that easy.

Utsugi Shirou: It is difficult, isn’t it… First, let’s go with a smile. Try smiling, please. 3, 2, 1…

ŹOOḼ: …Haha…

Utsugi Shirou: …That’s fine! Okay, this is the waiting room.

Isumi Haruka: Wah… look at all those flowers!

Natsume Minami: There’s enough to fill the room…!

Inumaru Touma: We also received some from the “BLAST” team and music programs, but most of the flowers in this dressing room are…

Midou Torao: They’re from Moonlight Ichirou…

Inumaru Touma & Natsume Minami & Isumi Haruka: …

Isumi Haruka: …Ahaha! Ryou-san, you’re overdoing it!

Natsume Minami: All the flowers look expensive. It seems like a thing Ryou-san would do.

Inumaru Touma: Ahaha! That sure is a surprise, but they’re pretty. What’s up with this Moonlight guy…

Inumaru Touma: …A lot of things happened, but if that guy hadn’t been there, we wouldn’t be here right now.

Inumaru Touma: I hope he’s watching us from somewhere tonight.

Isumi Haruka: I’m sure he’s watching. He’s calling our names.

Natsume Minami: That’s true… Let’s deliver our victory all the long way to that person.

Natsume Minami: We had enough defeats. We won’t lose again.

Midou Torao: Yeah. …That’s true. Should we at least take a photo and send it to Ryou-san? Utsugi-san, will you do it?

Utsugi Shirou: Of course. Everyone, please gather around here.

Isumi Haruka: Got it. How do we do it? Do we glare at the camera?

Inumaru Touma: No, it’s not a work shoot, isn’t it fine if we smile?

Midou Torao: That’s true. Since we only might be smiling for now…

Natsume Minami: Please stop. With the negative talk, I mean. We will be smiling in the new year, too.

Midou Torao: Surely. There’s no way I’d lose, after all.

Isumi Haruka: We will win for sure! Yay!

Inumaru Touma: Oh, that’s nice! Ryou-san, we will win!

Utsugi Shirou: Let’s go, one, two…

(click)

Utsugi Shirou: I think I got a good shot.

Natsume Minami: Thank you very much.

Utsugi Shirou: Even though he couldn’t come here, Ryou-kun did a good job. He made everyone smile.

Isumi Haruka: Haha… That’s right.

Isumi Haruka: When we stand on stage, we have to make the fans waiting in the audience seats smile, too.

Isumi Haruka: We will give ourselves our own applause and flower bouquets. We’ll swallow both wins and losses alone. I am prepared for that. But…

Isumi Haruka: When we stand on stage, I want to see dazzling smiles and cheers.

Inumaru Touma: Haha… You’ve changed. The old Haru never cared about the fans…

Isumi Haruka: I wanted to be acknowledged by Kujou. I wanted him to praise me, I wanted to be told I was amazing.

Isumi Haruka: After my affection for him ran out, I was singing to stick it to Kujou Tenn. But since both of those things are gone now...

Isumi Haruka: The ones in front of me as I sang were our fans.

Isumi Haruka: Even though I don’t like it all, and I don’t care. Obsessively calling my name…

Isumi Haruka: You’d fall in love with that, right? Saying thank you, thank you, you’d want to reward that, right?

Inumaru Touma: …That’s true…

Inumaru Touma: I was happy that they smiled in front of me… That’s why, when they turned their backs, I was anxious and sad, and I couldn’t do it.

Inumaru Touma: I was scared of being abandoned. But… That is a small matter.

Inumaru Touma: It’s not about me being thrown away. Rather, I won’t abandon anyone. Not you guys, not the fans, not this dream.

Inumaru Touma: I will love everyone who loved me, even if it was just for a moment. Even if it’s unrequited love, I won’t throw it away.

Natsume Minami: Easy for you to say, ‘unrequited love’. Aren’t you the one who made us feel that, Inumaru-san?

Inumaru Touma: Uhm, when?

Natsume Minami: Are you saying you don’t know?

Utsugi Shirou: Can he be that dense…

Midou Torao: See, that’s the kind of guy you are. Even though you didn’t notice, there might have been people who had feelings for you.

Midou Torao: Even when NO_MAD ended, there may have been fans who would continue to always think of you.

Midou Torao: Maybe even now.

Inumaru Touma: That’s crazy… That’s almost an eternity already. Even if I lost my form, they still love me.

Natsume Minami: Even if we lose our form, the feelings remain forever. As long as this unforgettable scenery remains in our hearts, we will not lose anything.

Natsume Minami: Sakura-san was who I admired. Even when I couldn’t meet him, even when were far apart, I thought about him and admired him.

Natsume Minami: And if that’s the case, isn’t it the same now? Even if he was in North Meir, even if he’s in heaven…

Natsume Minami: A slightly wicked old man I admire, I support, and don’t see very often.

Natsume Minami: It’s because I was able to meet Sakura-san, that I am here tonight.

Natsume Minami: Hey, I… This year, I want the Black or White trophy.

Midou Torao: I’ll listen to your request. We’ll take it away and make it ŹOOḼ’s.

Inumaru Touma: That’s right! This time, it’s our turn to win!

Isumi Haruka: We’ll win for sure! That’s what we came this far for! Let’s do this!

Midou Torao & Inumaru Touma＆ Natsume Minami: Yeah!

Utsugi Shirou: You can definitely win. Here’s one last thing before the big showdown: let’s do image training.

Isumi Haruka: Image training?

Utsugi Shirou: Yes.

Utsugi Shirou: ŹOOḼ, congratulations for winning today’s “Black or White Showdown”!

Inumaru Touma: Image training for winning!? Even though we just arrived at the venue!?

Utsugi Shirou: Although it’s presumptuous, I’ll lead with three cheers for you. ŹOOḼ, hurray!

Midou Torao: We’re doing this to the point of the cheer!?

Natsume Minami: If someone hears us from outside, won’t people think it's a provocation!?

Utsugi Shirou: Of course it’s a provocation. Let’s go to the point of no return.

Utsugi Shirou: Because it was our company that was at fault, over the past year, I was busy bowing my head to the other agencies to apologize.

Utsugi Shirou: I think it’s natural, I feel how big of a responsibility that is. However…

Utsugi Shirou: On the last day of the year, with your victory, please let me feel some relief.

ŹOOḼ: …

ŹOOḼ: Hurray!

Utsugi Shirou: Hurray!

Everyone: ŹOOĻ, hurray!

Okazaki Rintarou: They’re doing three cheers for ŹOOḼ… They’re really provoking us, huh?

Yuki: We won’t lose to something like provocation, though? Should we do something, too, Momo?

Momo: …

Okazaki Rintarou: What’s wrong? Are you scared, maybe?

Okazaki Rinto: Hey, president…! Momo-kun can be quite delicate to the point of losing his voice, okay!

Okazaki Rintarou: That’s not it! He won’t provoke them! I just thought it was rare.

Yuki: Momo, are you okay?

Momo: I’m okay…

Momo: I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m okay. I’m okay, I’m okay. Invincible, invincible, invincible, invincible, invincible.

Yuki: …Are you really okay?

Momo: Yeah. No, aah… Ha—...

Momo: This is bad, I’m so nervous. What should I do? Aah, I shouldn’t think that. I shouldn’t, I shouldn’t…

Yuki: It’s not bad. I’m here. I’ll make you relax.

Momo: How… how will you?

Yuki: An old story.

Yuki: Actually, there was a time I thought about quitting music and no longer going on stage.

Momo: …That’s about Ban-san, isn’t it?

Yuki: Wrong. It’s like… When things didn’t go well…

Yuki: I was anxious and wondering if my music is really reaching anyone.

Momo: Something like that happened to Yuki…

Yuki: But during that time, I received a certain letter and got back on my feet.

Momo: A certain letter? What kind of letter…?

Yuki: That’s right…

Yuki: It’s embarrassing, so I won’t tell after all…

Momo: Eeeeeh!? Now that I’ve heard this much, I wanna know…!! What is that certain letter!?

Yuki: Next time.

Momo: Haaaa!? I feel jealous when I hear such a special story, though!?

Okazaki Rinto: Ah, Momo-san started to feel better.

Yuki: I’m glad.

Okazaki Rintarou: The letter that brought Yuki back to his feet. Maybe it has something to do with me?

Yuki: It doesn’t.

Okazaki Rintarou: Actually, I wrote it. I’m the type of person who writes well.

Yuki: Don’t think so.

Momo: I’m super curious…!! Yuki, if we win, tell me! Who the letter was from!

Yuki: …

Yuki: Haa… Fine…

Momo: Why are you so shy!? Aah, this is definitely Ban-san’s! Momo-chan’s jealousy is erupting!!

Yuki: Momo erupting from jealousy, that’s cute.

Momo: It’s not cute! Sorry, IDOLiSH7!! I’ll definitely beat you!!

Yuki: Nice. With that momentum, we’ll beat TRIGGER and ŹOOḼ as well.

Momo: Of course! Re:vale are the eternal champions!!

Okazaki Rinto: Haha, that’s reassuring!

Okazaki Rintarou: Losing is fine, too. As long as you show us your stage, that is enough.

Re:vale: We’re saying we'll win!

Okazaki Rintarou: I get it, I get it. I said it to relax you.

Okazaki Rinto: Yuki-kun, Momo-kun. Re:vale continuing to win until now wasn’t a coincidence.

Okazaki Rinto: Because it was the two of you, you were able to keep winning. Re:vale is the best duo. In the past, present and forever in the future.

Momo: Okarin…

Okazaki Rinto: IDOLiSH7, TRIGGER and ŹOOḼ are aiming to defeat Re:vale…

Okazaki Rinto: Doesn’t that sound king-like? Please be prepared to make a stand.

Okazaki Rinto: Only you two know the pain of constant victory.

Okazaki Rinto: The confusion of your adored kouhai becoming formidable rivals, too.

Okazaki Rinto: However, you are being attacked by tremendous obstacles, rivals and pressure…

Okazaki Rinto: And re:vale will definitely enjoy it and overcome it.

Re:vale: …

Okazaki Rinto: Leave the role of taking stomach medicine to me.

Okazaki Rinto: Enjoy what lies beyond that stage, whether it’s heaven or hell.

Okazaki Rinto: Please show me your coolest Re:vale.

Yuki: Haha… Because Okarin likes us being cool.

Momo: Then… Let’s show you our cool parts, shall we.

Momo: Thank you, Okarin.

Okazaki Rinto: No, right back at you.

(knock knock)

Okazaki Rinto: Ah… Seems like someone came to check on us. I’ll go and check.

Okazaki Rinto: Ah…You are…

Yuki: Ah…

~ to be continued ~

6.13.3. - With each step closer

Anesagi Kaoru: Well then, you guys! The long-awaited “New Black or White” is here!

Anesagi Kaoru: Don’t get too nervous, but do give us your best performance! I know you three can do it!

Anesagi Kaoru: After all, you came all the way back here using your own strength,

Kujou Tenn: Anesagi-san…

Anesagi Kaoru: I know you were told this before… That we’re in uncertain times right now, so people choose safe things to love.

Anesagi Kaoru: That they don’t even look at those who are hurt. That they are scared of getting hurt themselves, so they let go of them.

Anesagi Kaoru: But that is wrong.

Anesagi Kaoru: There was an incredible number of people who never let go of you and kept cheering you on.

Anesagi Kaoru: It’s because you guys were the real deal. Even the people who were shaken by doubts and anxiety believed in TRIGGER and came back.

Anesagi Kaoru: You were born in the light, then swallowed by the darkness… And once again, you have obtained the light.

Anesagi Kaoru: You are the only idols like that.

Anesagi Kaoru: Ryuunosuke.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Yes.

Anesagi Kaoru: On that stage at the Tokyo International Music Festival, you didn’t run away and sang by yourself.

Anesagi Kaoru: Because you sang there, TRIGGER exists as it is today.

Anesagi Kaoru: Everyone’s hearts were moved by your courage and resolve then, by you saying that you wouldn’t ever let this go to waste.

Anesagi Kaoru: They felt like as you connected from there to the future, there was nothing to be afraid of.

Anesagi Kaoru: It was an amazing performance. You did a good job.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: …Thank you so much.

Anesagi Kaoru: Tenn.

Kujou Tenn: Yes.

Anesagi Kaoru: Even now, I clearly remember the street performance on that rainy day. I was crying out of frustration.

Anesagi Kaoru: But as you sung in that hell-like rain, you smiled and told your fans this:

Anesagi Kaoru: “I’m glad I sang this song.” I still remember your face, your voice that day.

Kujou Tenn: …This is embarrassing.

Anesagi Kaoru: There's nothing to be embarrassed about. At that time, I was thinking I will definitely take you back to that dazzling stage again.

Anesagi Kaoru: An idol who says he’s glad he sang, even while singing in hell.

Anesagi Kaoru: It felt so wrong that a kid like that couldn’t stand on stage in this world.

Anesagi Kaoru: It was like your crying face lit a fire within my and the fans’ hearts. We decided to start a revolution.

Anesagi Kaoru: It’s like the tears of that day are connected to the present.

Kujou Tenn: Thank you very much. Anesagi-san…

Anesagi Kaoru: Gaku. You did a good job on both “Crescent Wolf” and “Zero”.

Anesagi Kaoru: Regarding what happened to you guys, you must have been the one who was the most frustrated and hurt.

Anesagi Kaoru: You’re straightforward, you have a lot of pride, and get agitated easily, after all.

Anesagi Kaoru: Even though you were the one who was against Yaotome Productions’ aggressive sales tactics the most, you became a victim of that promotion.

Anesagi Kaoru: We made you go through a hard time.

Yaotome Gaku: That goes for you as well. You must’ve had a hard time, too, Anesagi.

Yaotome Gaku: But no matter what, there was no giving up.

Anesagi Kaoru: That’s true. You never gave up. Even though you were hurt head-on, you didn’t avert your eyes; you just kept looking straight ahead.

Anesagi Kaoru: Whether in an agency or independently, your strong pride and your competitive spirit never changed.

Anesagi Kaoru: You’ve always been the real thing. Even when you were hurt and beaten down, there was never a moment of misery.

Anesagi Kaoru: Seeing you unchanged, everyone started believing in TRIGGER once more. It was what made them want to come back.

Anesagi Kaoru: Tonight… Lead TRIGGER to victory. You’re the leader.

Yaotome Gaku: Of course. Together with these guys, I’ll definitely win!

Yaotome Gaku: I’ll hold up a huge trophy and show it to the fans who came with us…!

Anesagi Kaoru: That’s the spirit! This era belongs to TRIGGER!

Anesagi Kaoru: Idols who know both the top and the depths of hell. That’s you guys!

Anesagi Kaoru: Before long, people will start saying that idols who only know what’s in the light are outdated.

Anesagi Kaoru: TRIGGER can reach for glory already! Go ahead and do it to your heart’s content…!

Kujou Tenn: Yes!

Yaotome Gaku: Yeah!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: I’ll sing as best as I can!

(door opens)

Yaotome Sousuke: How are you guys doing?

Anesagi Kaoru: My, it’s the President!

Yaotome Gaku: Dad…

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: President, you came!

Yaotome Sousuke: TRIGGER will be joining the battle for the top spot, after all.

Yaotome Sousuke: I’ve never seen Black or White at the venue, but I felt like I wanted to be there today and cheer you on.

Yaotome Sousuke: I will witness the moment history changes in person.

Yaotome Gaku: Yeah, leave it to me!

Yaotome Sousuke: And also…

(door opens)

Kujou Takamasa: Hey.

Kujou Tenn: Kujou-san…

Kujou Takamasa: I’m looking forward to seeing you guys on stage. Do your best.

Yaotome Sousuke: Originally, Kujou-san was supposed to be the head judge. But he declined.

Yaotome Gaku: So that’s why the special judging system was removed.

Kujou Tenn: Why did you refuse?

Kujou Takamasa: Because I am biased and I would end up voting for TRIGGER.

Kujou Tenn: …

Yaotome Gaku: Seriously? Even though you called us second-rate.

Kujou Takamasa: That was my mistake. I apologize. I am very sorry. I just didn’t want to lose Tenn.

Kujou Takamasa: You’re all first-rate idols. You sincerely love your fans, never stopping to improve yourselves, and you sincerely believe in both yourself and your teammates.

Kujou Takamasa: You’re a great team. To the point where I am jealous.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: …Thank you very much. Hearing that the creator of the Zero era is jealous is the greatest compliment.

Kujou Takamasa: Likewise. Since I am a TRIGGER fan, too.

Kujou Takamasa: More than anything I am just happy to see your new live tonight. I’m looking forward to it.

Kujou Takamasa: May you three be left with no regrets. Winning or losing can come after. Do your best.

Kujou Tenn: Yes… Thank you very much. I’m glad you came to show your face.

Kujou Takamasa: Yaotome-kun invited me. I assume it was difficult for him to come to the dressing room by himself.

Yaotome Sousuke: Wha—… That is not true. It is because you said you had free time during the New Year holidays.

Kujou Takamasa: You invited me.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: It’s heartwarming to see how well the old guys get along.

Kujou Tenn: Do they?

Yaotome Gaku: Really?

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: You don’t think so…?

Anesagi Kaoru: Anyway! The president and Kujou-san both came to cheer you on!

Anesagi Kaoru: Give it your all in your own way and enjoy yourself to the fullest!

TRIGGER: Yes…

Nanase Riku: Ha…

Izumi Iori: Are you okay, Nanase-san?

Nanase Riku: I’m fine. I ended up being really nervous, after all…

Izumi Iori: You probably didn’t get much sleep, did you? You woke up several times last night.

Nanase Riku: If you know that, Iori, that means you couldn’t sleep either.

Izumi Iori: Well…

Nikaidou Yamato: I always end up wide awake before a live. Especially since it’s “New Black or White”...

Izumi Mitsuki: Don’t worry, don’t worry! Let’s overcome this with enthusiasm!

Rokuya Nagi: Are you ready!?

IDOLiSH7: Yay!!

Yotsuba Tamaki: King!

IDOLiSH7: Pudding!

Izumi Mitsuki: We can do this, we can do this, we can do this!

Ousaka Sougo: Forget about the sleep deprivation and pretend you’re in your best condition!

Izumi Iori: I assume the other groups are similar to this, too. ŹOOḼ in particular are the type who can’t sleep in this kind of situation.

Ousaka Sougo: TRIGGER seem to be the type who sleep properly. The kind who gets up early so they can sleep well.

Nikaidou Yamato: Re:vale are probably used to this kind of thing, after all.

Izumi Iori: Speaking of which, Momo-san seems to be really motivated this year.

Nanase Riku: A Momo-san who’s this motivated seems like trouble! Aah, stop scaring me!

Izumi Iori: No. Change your way of thinking.

Izumi Iori: There is no doubt Momo-san is a formidable opponent, but it is because he felt we were formidable opponents that he was fired up and took lessons.

Rokuya Nagi＆Izumi Mitsuki＆Nanase Riku＆Nikaidou Yamato＆Ousaka Sougo＆Yotsuba

Tamaki: …

Izumi Iori: We are the ones scaring Re:vale.

Yotsuba Tamaki: …A-Aren’t we kinda cool…!?

Nanase Riku: We are!! They think we’re tough!

Izumi Mitsuki: Alright! We can do this, we can do this, we can do this!

Rokuya Nagi: Burning! Our fighting spirits are burning!

Ousaka Sougo: I think I’m feeling more confident!

Izumi Iori: Nikaidou-san, please tie things up cleanly as our leader.

Nikaidou Yamato: R-Right… Alright!

Nikaidou Yamato: Listen, you guys!

Rokuya Nagi＆Izumi Mitsuki＆Izumi Iori＆Nanase Riku＆Ousaka Sougo＆Yotsuba Tamaki: Yeah…!

(door opens)

Yuki: Yamato-kun. I brought Shizuo-san…

Nikaidou Yamato: Let’s beat Re:vale and have IDOLiSH7 take over the world!

Rokuya Nagi＆Izumi Mitsuki＆Izumi Iori＆Nanase Riku＆Ousaka Sougo＆Yotsuba Tamaki: Yeah…

Izumi Mitsuki: Ah, Yamato-san, behind you…

Nikaidou Yamato: Your voice is too quiet!

Izumi Mitsuki: Sorry.

Nikaidou Yamato: Are you listening!? We’ll crush Re:vale and get the whole world to call for IDOLiSH7…!

Rokuya Nagi＆Izumi Mitsuki＆Izumi Iori＆Nanase Riku＆Ousaka Sougo＆Yotsuba Tamaki: Yeah…

Nikaidou Yamato: What’s that “Yeah…”? Put your energy into it like last time and say, “Yeaaah!”...

Yuki: Yamato-kun.

Nikaidou Yamato: Whaaaaat!?

Chiba Shizuo: That you, Yamato, would want the world to call IDOLiSH7’s name…

Nikaidou Yamato: Whaaaaat!? What are you doing here!?

Rokuya Nagi: OH! Chiba Shizuo!!

Izumi Mitsuki: Hey, hey, hey! You��re Chiba-san, right?! H-hello.

Chiba Shizuo: Nice to meet you. I am Chiba Shizuo.

Izumi Iori: I am Izumi Iori.

Izumi Mitsuki: I’m his older brother, Mitsuki.

Yotsuba Tamaki: I’m Yotsuba Tamaki.

Ousaka Sougo: I am Ousaka Sougo.

Rokuya Nagi: My name is Rokuya Nagi! I am your fan! Nice to meet you!

Nanase Riku: I’m Nanase Riku! Yamato-san is a great leader to us!

Chiba Shizuo: Likewise, you have also been a great help to Yamato. I’m sorry for how sudden this is. Yuki-kun brought me here…

Yuki: Look at you talk. Wasn’t that your intention?

Yuki: You came to Re:vale’s dressing room, so we brought you here. Come on, Yamato-kun.

Nikaidou Yamato: What…

Yuki: He’s your dad.

Nikaidou Yamato: I know…

Chiba Shizuo: No, I’m sorry for bothering you before such an important event. I think it’s time for the older people to leave.

Nikaidou Yamato: Ah, sorry. It’s just… It’s not that I don’t like that you came. I was just surprised, so…

Chiba Shizuo: I know. Yamato…

Nikaidou Yamato: …

Chiba Shizuo: Please take over the world with IDOLiSH7. And make them call your name.

Nikaidou Yamato: Please forget that I said that.

Yuki: I’m glad I didn’t bring Momo. You said you were going to crush Re:vale.

Izumi Iori: But that is certainly not a lie, because we will do it for sure.

Yuki: You just declared war politely, huh.

Yuki: We won’t lose, either. Since Momo would be sad if we lost. And I don’t want to make Momo sad.

Nanase Riku: We won’t lose, either! So we can become the greatest IDOLiSH7!

Nanase Riku: Isn’t that right, Yamato-san!

Nikaidou Yamato: Ye… Yeah!

Rokuya Nagi & Izumi Mitsuki & Izumi Iori & Nanase Riku & Ousaka Sougo & Yotsuba Tamaki: Yeah…!

Nikaidou Yamato: We are the ones who will stand at the top!

Rokuya Nagi & Izumi Mitsuki & Izumi Iori & Nanase Riku & Ousaka Sougo & Yotsuba Tamaki: Yeah…!

Yotsuba Tamaki: Yama-san, you’re so cool!!

Rokuya Nagi: Yamato! You’re the hottest!

Yuki: Oh? I’ll be sure to remember that.

Chiba Shizuo: You’ve become an adult… Win or lose, you’ve grown up splendidly.

Yuki: Shizuo-san. Please cheer me on as well. We’re friends, right?

Chiba Shizuo: Of course, I want both of you to win. Yuki-kun, do your best. Yamato, do your best.

Rokuya Nagi: Good ahead and enjoy it! Here’s a penlight with Yamato’s color.

Chiba Shizuo: Thank you. Looks like I could use that to strike someone down.

Nikaidou Yamato: Stop making that kind of joke!

Nanase Riku: Ahaha! Chiba-san is funny as well!

Nanase Riku: It’s 12 o’clock… The venue opens in seven hours, huh…

Nanase Riku: A new music festival, “Black or White Live Show Down”, begins!

Nanase Riku: Please make it so we can put on a performance we won’t have regr… (coughs)

Nanase Riku: We won’t have regrets with!

Rokuya Nagi & Izumi Mitsuki & Izumi Iori & Nikaidou Yamato & Ousaka Sougo & Yotsuba Tamaki: Yeaaah…!

Izumi Iori: …

~ to be continued ~

6.13.4. - With our unwavering hearts

Mr. Shimooka: “Backyard MAGIC”.

Mr. Shimooka: I had to do the title call by myself because Mitsuki-kun isn’t here, how lonely~!

Mr. Shimooka: Now, time to pull myself together… Everyone! There’s only a little time left this year!

Mr. Shimooka: Everyone knows the reason why Mitsuki-kun isn’t here, right?

Mr. Shimooka: The long-awaited “Black or White Live Showdown”. The male idol division finals!! It starts in one hour!!

Mr. Shimooka: In this program, we will be showing you the real faces of the idols who will be competing!

Mr. Shimooka: Everyone, thank you!

(clapping)

Mr. Shimooka: Wow, this is so exciting. Re:vale, TRIGGER, IDOLiSH7, ŹOOḼ are all really fired up.

Mr. Shimooka: Mitsuki-kun should be at the venue right now, too. Good luck, everyone~! Then again, they probably don’t have the time to watch this?

Mr. Shimooka: Well then! In this program, we would like to give you some advance information so that you can “Black or White” to the fullest!

Mr. Shimooka: Here's the one who will give the explanation!

Mr. Shimooka: It’s Producer Matsunaga, the producer of this show and the person who started "New Black or White"!

Producer Matsunaga: Thank you for having me.

Mr. Shimooka: Well then, let's get started! Can you tell us about the rest of today's schedule?

Producer Matsunaga: Yes. Since you will be the host, Mr. Shimooka-san, I'm sure you already know…

Producer Matsunaga: The show and streaming will begin at 7 P.M.. The opening ceremony for "Black or White Live Showdown" will then begin.

Mr. Shimooka: The opening ceremony! I'm looking forward to it! It looks like it's going to be very exciting!

Producer Matsunaga: Yes! Please be sure to check out the idols' performances as well.

Producer Matsunaga: And then the mini lives begin. The mini lives consist of four songs. Please pay attention to the stage set and costumes.

Mr. Shimooka: The set list is still a secret, but the order in which each group will sing…

Producer Matsunaga: Has already been decided. It was decided by drawing lots the other day. There is also a video of that.

Mr. Shimooka: Ooh, let's take a look!

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Staff: Inside are sticks with numbers from 1 to 4 written on them, please draw one.

Kujou Tenn: Understood.

Nikaidou Yamato: Who’s going to represent us?

Nanase Riku: Someone who’s lucky should go! Someone who drew a great fortune this year!*

Nikaidou Yamato: Eeh!? I don't remember anything about the beginning of the year, though.

Izumi Mitsuki: Leader, leader, go!

Nikaidou Yamato: No, at times like this, I end up being the last one to perform…

Rokuya Nagi: Tamaki, you had great luck in the gacha the other day!

Yotsuba Tamaki: Right! I did a 10-pull and got 3 SSRs! Isn’t that amazing!?

Ousaka Sougo: How amazing is that?

Yotsuba Tamaki: It’s an amazing probability! Almost as amazing as winning the lottery!

Izumi Iori: I wish I would win the lottery…

Rokuya Nagi: Tamaki, you're my angel!

Ousaka Sougo: Riku-kun, didn't you win the convenience store lottery?

Nanase Riku: I did! I won an Usamimi Friends pencil case!

Nikaidou Yamato: So it's Riku or Tama. You’ll play rock-paper-scissors and whoever wins can go.

Nanase Riku＆Yotsuba Tamaki: Rock, paper, scissors!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Which one of us is going?

Kujou Tenn: Isn’t Gaku fine for that? He seems like an auspicious guy.

Yaotome Gaku: Alright. Leave it to me.

Kujou Tenn: You didn’t ask "Why?" or anything.

Yaotome Gaku: I also think I'm an auspicious guy.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: You’re so dependable! Let’s put our hands together.

Yaotome Gaku: Hahaha. Looks like a jizo!*

Yuki: Momo, you can be the one to draw the straw.

Momo: U-Understood. Yuki, which one do you like best?

Yuki: The final act.

IDOLiSH7＆TRIGGER＆ŹOOĻ＆Momo: Ooooh…

Yuki: I don't like being first because I don't think I'll be mentally prepared in time.

Isumi Haruka: I don’t wanna be the first either… I’ll definitely be nervous…

Inumaru Touma: Let’s aim for anything other than going first! Who’s going?

Natsume Minami: Wouldn't Midou-san be a good choice?

Midou Torao: Why?

Natsume Minami: Somehow, I sensed an aura similar to that of an animal mascot beloved by the New Year deity once every 12 years from Midou-san ...

Natsume Minami: I think it might be Midou-san this year.

Midou Torao: I’m not sure, but if Minami who’s into fortune telling says it, I’ll draw the straw.

Staff: Then, please.

Nanase Riku: Here I go! Then, this one!

Yaotome Gaku: I’ll take this one.

Momo: That one!

Midou Torao: That one! Please!　

Staff: We’ll pull after I say “go”. Ready… go.

Nanase Riku: …Second…！

Yaotome Gaku: Third!

Momo: Whoaaaaa! We’re the final act!　

Midou Torao: Whoaaaaa! We’re first!　

Isumi Haruka: That makes us the opening act…!

Yuki: Good job, Momo.

Nanase Riku: Second! Second is just right!!!

Izumi Mitsuki: Just right, just right!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Isn't being third nice! We're three, after all!

Izumi Iori: Ah… It's in order of who debuted last, from the newest, ŹOOĻ-san, up to Re:vale-san.

Ousaka Sougo: That might be true… It's like the idol eras are going backwards.

Natsume Minami: That might be interesting, it's like following the feeling of history.

Isumi Haruka: But we're first…

Inumaru Touma: Don't worry! It’s when the audience is the most pumped up! And you can just go out with a bang!

Nanase Riku: I'm sure the audience will be all warmed up after ŹOOḼ, so things will be easy, thank you!

Inumaru Touma: Y-Yeah.

Yaotome Gaku: Perfect, we're in the right distance to pull the trigger on the champions. This year, we'll take the win.

Yuki: Fufu. We won't let you have it.

Momo: We definitely won't lose!!

Yotsuba Tamaki: We won't lose, either!!

Producer Matsunaga: …That's the result of it.

Mr. Shimooka: Oooh! I see!

Mr. Shimooka: There will be mini-lives with four songs each in the order of ŹOOḼ, IDOLiSH7, TRIGGER and then Re:vale; it'll be the best singing contest of all time!

Mr. Shimooka: Isn't that right, Matsunaga-san?!

Producer Matsunaga: Indeed. For the specific times, please look at this.

Mr. Shimooka: From 7 p.m., the opening ceremony begins. ŹOOḼ’s live is at 8 p.m.. IDOLiSH7’s live is at 9 p.m…

Mr. Shimooka: TRIGGER’s live is at 10 p.m... Re:vale’s live is at 11 p.m…. And at 11:45 p.m., results will be announced!

Mr. Shimooka: It seems like it will become an unforgettable New Year's Eve!

Producer Matsunaga: Before the lives, there will be a video message from each group.

Producer Matsunaga: Everyone at the venue, everyone in front of their TV, everyone watching this show; please feel free to listen to the idols’ enthusiasm!

Mr. Shimooka: This is the first time and all, but seriously, I really cannot imagine which group will win!

Producer Matsunaga: That's true. Every group has the skills deserving of winning.

Mr. Shimooka: I will explain how the winner is decided once more!

Mr. Shimooka: There are three ways to vote! You can use the special “New Black or White” app to vote! You can vote via your TV menu!

Mr. Shimooka: And you can vote by dialing our dedicated phone line!

Mr. Shimooka: From now on, there will be no special votes by the judges, right?

Producer Matsunaga: That's true.

Producer Matsunaga: I considered having them, but the person I was considering for the position of head judge rejected, and….

Producer Matsunaga: He said that if we are judging the live itself, all people who have seen the live should have an equal right to do so.

Producer Matsunaga: It is as he said. They came this far because they treasured the perspective of the viewers; the perspective of the audience the most.

Mr. Shimooka: A new era of Black or White… It's a very “Black or White Live Showdown”-like initiative!

Mr. Shimooka: Well then, before we show you the messages from the idols…

Mr. Shimooka: We are showing you a message from the people involved in the lives!

Mr. Shimooka: Behind the beautiful stage, there are many people, many talents sparkling just as much as the idols!

Mr. Shimooka: Built up by many people, today we finally have this stage!

Mr. Shimooka: So that even more people will love this stage!

Mr. Shimooka: Let's take a look at the backyard of “Black or White”! There you go!

Concert Promoter: Congratulations on the "Black or White Live Showdown"!

Concert Promoter: The idols on stage, the audience at the venue, and everyone watching via live stream…

Concert Promoter: From the bottom of their hearts, all of our staff will work together to do our best to provide you with the best possible experience!

Concert Promoter: So many talented people have come together with the honest aim of making someone happy and inspire them.

Concert Promoter: It will be the best New Year ever. You definitely won't regret it! Look forward to it!

Re:vale Costume Designer: Congratulations to everyone on the "Black or White Live Showdown.”

Re:vale Costume Designer: I am really happy to have the opportunity to be involved in this huge festival as Re:vale's costume designer.

Re:vale Costume Designer: I'm a bit worried about whether I did a perfect job, but they really liked my costumes…

Re:vale Costume Designer: How can I put it.... I think Re:vale wearing my costumes is the coolest thing in the world.

Re:vale Costume Designer: Ah, I'm getting too cocky. Fufu…

Re:vale Costume Designer: We've been making adjustments to match the atmosphere of the song and the choreography, so please look forward to it.

Momo: Please look forward to it!

Re:vale Costume Designer: Ah, Momo-san.

Momo: Ahaha! Sorry, I was listening there!

Re:vale Costume Designer: It's super embarrassing….

Momo: Not at all! You're so handsome! Ah, after Yuki, that is!

Re:vale Costume Designer: Fufu, I know.

TRIGGER Stage Designer: Well… Congratulations on the "Black or White Live Showdown.”

TRIGGER Stage Designer: Looking at the set design, the set design... What can I say in one word? I shouldn't give away any spoilers, right?

TRIGGER Stage Designer: ...That's difficult…

TRIGGER Stage Designer: This time there are four songs… That is less than 30 minutes long. And what's more, they have to perform within that short time.

TRIGGER Stage Designer: So I tried to create a sense of immersion and a worldview that was on par with what you'd get from watching a two-hour movie or a three-hour play.

TRIGGER Stage Designer: I think we were able to create a stage worthy of TRIGGER. Please look forward to it.

TRIGGER Stage Designer: ...Hmm? Who will I root for? TRIGGER, of course.

TRIGGER Stage Designer: Ahahaha!

ŹOOḼ choreographer: Congratulations on the "Black or White Live Showdown”—!

ŹOOḼ choreographer: Wow, it's quite exciting... I want ŹOOḼ to win, but even just entering the competition is impressive.

ŹOOḼ choreographer: That alone is enough… No, I really want them to win after all!

ŹOOḼ choreographer: Everyone at ŹOOḼ has strong fundamental skills, is clever and highly technical... And what's more, they're not afraid of challenges.

ŹOOḼ choreographer: It's an honor to work with them! I'm sure tonight will be another great night!

ŹOOḼ choreographer: ŹOOḼ! Do your best！

Inumaru Touma: Wah, what are you doing？

ŹOOḼ choreographer: Touma-san！

Inumaru Touma: I just heard you tell me to do my best.

ŹOOḼ choreographer: The interview! The BackMagic one!

Inumaru Touma: Ah! Thanks for your work.

ŹOOḼ choreographer: Do your best at winning Black or White! ŹOOḼ! Do your best!

Inumaru Touma: Yeah. I'll do my best.

IDOLiSH7 producer: Congratulations on the "Black or White Live Showdown”!

IDOLiSH7 producer: I'm very happy to be able to take part in this wonderful stage with lots of tradition.

IDOLiSH7 producer: And the members of IDOLiSH7, whose stage production our team was able to support…

IDOLiSH7 producer: As well as TRIGGER, Re:vale, and ŹOOḼ are all truly wonderful people who love and are loved by so many people.

IDOLiSH7 producer: Tonight, I believe that the greatest stars will bring their best smiles and their best sparkle to see your smiling faces.

IDOLiSH7 producer: Let's keep this miracle-like sparkle in this world just a little longer, stronger…

IDOLiSH7 producer: I will do my best to make sure that many people can see it and that these wonderful people receive more love.

IDOLiSH7 producer: Please, please, look forward to it…!

Oogami Banri: The opening ceremony is about to start in 30 minutes. Is everyone ready?

IDOLiSH7: Yes!

Takanashi Tsumugi: Do your best!

Takanashi Otoharu: Everyone, do your best!

Izumi Mitsuki: Yes! Everyone, we’ll do it!　

Yotsuba Tamaki: Whoaa！Let's do this!

Rokuya Nagi: Let's enjoy the best New Year's party!

Nikaidou Yamato: That's right! Let's forget about winning or losing for a moment and let's entertain the people watching!

Nanase Riku: Yes! I'll do my best…!

Ousaka Sougo: …

Izumi Iori: Ousaka-san, what's wrong?

Ousaka Sougo: Ah, no…

Oogami Banri: Sougo-kun, can I talk to you for a second?

Ousaka Sougo: Yes…

Oogami Banri: I just checked the seats, and there's no one there in the ones reserved for your parents.

Ousaka Sougo: …Is that so…

Oogami Banri: I thought it would be bad if you got upset when you get on stage. If anything changes, I'll let you know.

Ousaka Sougo: No, it's okay… I don't think they'll come.

Oogami Banri: Sougo-kun…

Ousaka Sougo: It's better this way. Thank you for letting me know. Thanks to that, I feel better now.

Yotsuba Tamaki: Sou-chan, are you alright?

Ousaka Sougo: Yeah. Let's do our best, everyone!

IDOLiSH7: Yeah…！

~ to be continued ~

6.13.5. - Up on that stage

Woman: …It's about to start…

Takara Mage: …My heart is pounding…

Kujou Takamasa: …

Kujou Aya: …Kujou-san…

Kujou Takamasa: Aya… I thought you wouldn't come.

Kujou Aya: I was hesitant, but… It's my big brothers' big day.

Kujou Takamasa: That's right. It would be a shame to miss it.

Kujou Takamasa: We are witnessing the beginning of a new tradition, after all.

Audience: Kyaaaaah...

Mr. Shimooka: Welcome to “Black or White Live Showdown”...!!

Audience: Kyaaaaah...

Mr. Shimooka: The renewed monster show has powered up and descended upon the country tonight!!

Mr. Shimooka: I'm your host, Mr. Shimooka! I’ll be in your care!

Audience: Kyaaaaah...

Mr. Shimooka: As you all probably know, this is the venue where the top male idols will compete!

Mr. Shimooka: It's up to you all to decide who will be the winner...! Please cheer as much as you can so that there will be no regrets!

Audience: Kyaaaaah...

Mr. Shimooka: Are you ready!?

Audience: Kyaaaaah...…

Mr. Shimooka: Ready!?

Audience: Kyaaaaaaah...

Mr. Shimooka: So, let's invite them in! The four groups aiming for the throne! First off...

Mr. Shimooka: ŹOOḼ……！！

Audience: Kyaaaaaaah...

Mr. Shimooka: Here they are, ŹOOḼ! They're appearing in the costumes they wore for "Poisonous Gangster," their stunning debut song!

Isumi Haruka:: …

Audience: Haruka! I love you…!

Inumaru Touma: …

Audience: Touma! I'll always cheer you on!

Natsume Minami: …

Audience: Minami-kun, you look cool...!

Midou Torao: …

Audience: Torao-kun, you're the best...!

Mr. Shimooka: The event started with some intense music! The opening dance performance!

Mr. Shimooka: Perhaps with their debut song in mind, they've done some intense dancing with a gangster-like story! Cool, isn’t it...!

Audience: Kyaaaaaaah...

Audience B: ŹOOḼ's dance is so cool...! I wonder if we'll be able to see all the other groups too!?

Audience A: Oh my god!　I’m about to cry…！

Audience A: Everyone at ŹOOḼ… Even though you're surrounded by amazing idols, don't be intimidated, just do your best in your own way...!

Audience A: So cool and gangster...! ŹOOḼ, I love you...!

Inumaru Touma: …Ha…

Inumaru Touma: ŹOOḼ！We’re in your care!

Audience: Kyaaaaaaah...

Mr. Shimooka: Thank you to everyone at ŹOOḼ! The next group to appear is...

Mr. Shimooka: IDOLiSH7！

Audience: Kyaaaaaaah...

Mr. Shimooka: IDOLiSH7 appear in the costumes, which they wore when they won in their first Black or White competition as challengers singing “MEMORiES MELODiES”!

Nanase Riku: …

Audience: Riku-kun…！Riku-kun, I love you…!

Izumi Iori: …

Audience: Iori~! Do your best~!

Nikaidou Yamato: …

Audience: Yamato-san...! He’s cool...!

Izumi Mitsuki: …

Audience: Mitsuki~！　I love you…！

Yotsuba Tamaki: …

Audience: Tamaki...!! He’s the best...!

Ousaka Sougo: …

Audience: Sougo-san...! I love you...!

Rokuya Nagi: …

Audience: Nagi-kun! I love you...!

Audience: Kyaaaaaaah...

Mr. Shimooka: A dance performance by IDOLiSH7!

Mr. Shimooka: A refreshingly prince-like, poppy, light-hearted dance to go with the aristocrat-like costumes!

Woman: ...It’s R-Riku-kun.... I finally got to meet the real Riku-kun...

Woman: ...That's amazing, so amazing.... We're in the same space right now... I was so happy that tears came to my eyes...

Woman: I'm glad I got to know Riku-kun. I'm glad I could come here today.... I'm glad I did my best up until today...!

Woman: I was anxious and confused, but all that was blown away! I made a decision and it was great!

Woman: I love Riku and everyone else...! I love everything I can see right now...

Nikaidou Yamato: …Ha…

Nikaidou Yamato: We’re IDOLiSH7! We’re in your care…!

Audience: Kyaaaaaaah...

Audience: Yamato...! I love you...!

Audience: Nagi-kun! I love you...!

Mr. Shimooka: Wow, the cheers show no signs of dying down! Thank you to everyone in IDOLiSH7...!

Mr. Shimooka: Now, next up is this group!

Mr. Shimooka: TRIGGER！

Audience: Kyaaaaaaah...

Mr. Shimooka: TRIGGER will be appearing in the costumes from their shocking debut song "DIAMOND FUSION" that shook all of Japan!

Yaotome Gaku: …

Audience: Gaku-kun…! You’re the best…!!

Kujou Tenn: …

Audience: Tenn-kun！I came to see you...!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: …

Audience: Tsunashi-san！I will always, unchangingly love you...!

Audience: Kyaaaaaaah…

Mr. Shimooka: A dance performance by TRIGGER!

Mr. Shimooka: TRIGGER's sexy and mysterious dance feels like an invitation to a secret evening party!

Takara Mage: Whoaaa……！TRIGGER is so cool...!!

Takara Mage: I think I just made eye contact with Ryuunosuke...!

Nearby Woman: Oh my god! I think I just made eye contact with Ryuunosuke-san...!

Takara Mage: …

Nearby Woman: …

Takara Mage: Whoooooa…!

Nearby Woman: Kyaaaaah…!

Yaotome Gaku: …Ha…

Yaotome Gaku: We’re TRIGGER! Let's enjoy the last hours of the year!

Audience: Kyaaaaaaah...

Mr. Shimooka: A thunderous cheer...! Thank you to everyone at TRIGGER...!

Mr. Shimooka: Next up is this group!

Mr. Shimooka: Re:vale！

Audience: Kyaaaaaaah...

Mr. Shimooka: Re:vale are dressed in costumes from “SILVER SKY,” an anniversary song released on the 5th anniversary of their debut!

Momo: …

Audience: Momo-chan, do your best...!

Yuki: …

Audience: Yuki-san, you're the best!

Audience: Kyaaaaaaah...

Mr. Shimooka: Re:vale's dance performance!

Mr. Shimooka: From stillness to motion, these are stunning entertainers! After a stunning debut, they quickly rose to the throne, showing off his charisma!

Sunohara Ruri: Kyah…！Momo! Do your best...!

Sunohara Ruri: Yuki-kun, do your best, too! Re:vale will definitely win again this year...!

Man: Do your best, please—...!

Momo: …Ha…

Momo: We’re Re:vale! Everyone, we’re in your care~!

Audience: Kyaaaah…!

Mr. Shimooka: Thank you to the two of you from Re:vale!

Mr. Shimooka: Now, at last, all the young people competing for the crown are gathered! Who will the goddess of victory smile upon?

Mr. Shimooka: Is it ŹOOḼ!?

Audience: Kyaaaaaaah...

Mr. Shimooka: IDOLiSH7!?

Audience: Kyaaaaaaah...

Mr. Shimooka: TRIGGER!?

Audience: Kyaaaaaaah...

Mr. Shimooka: Or Re:vale!?

Audience: Kyaaaaaaah…

Mr. Shimooka: We'll find out the answer tonight!

Mr. Shimooka: "Black or White Live Showdown", Male Idol Division, Opening!

Audience: Kyaaaaaaah...

Mr. Shimooka: The first act begins at 8 p.m., which is when ŹOOḼ's live will start!

Mr. Shimooka: While we set up the stage, please enjoy a video message from ŹOOḼ!

Mr. Shimooka: Well then, everyone! Let's enjoy the hottest New Year's Eve in the world!

Audience: Kyaaaaaaah...

~ to be continued ~

TL notes:

* Riku is talking about getting “great fortune” in the omikuji you got during hatsumoude * This is a jizo, a common statue. Hello, it's mod Riku again!

This was a long one... and the next one will be even longer (6 sub-chapters), so don't expect it for a while, haha. On the plus side, it is the last one, and we will finish this year unless I literally get hit by a bus! ᴴᵃʳᵘᵏᵃ⁻ᵏᵘⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵒᵗᵗᵃ ᶠⁱⁿⁱˢʰ ⁱᵗ ⁱᶠ ᴵ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵇʸ ᵃ ᵇᵘˢ ˢᵒʳʳʸ

First TL note courtesy of Haruka-kun btw, thanks for that!

#idolish7 #idolish7 part 6 #idolish7 spoilers #idolish7 translations #idolish7 translation #i7 translation

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heyy-dont-mind-me · 6 months ago

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IM SO SORRY I WASNT THERE BUT CONGRATS TO YOU GUYSSSSS

Hello everyone

I wanna thank you for being here for my wedding with @nao-walks-into-poles

Nao, I wanna thank you for being such an amazing person, bringing a smile to my face whenever I see you being online. I vow to be forever faithful to you, reblog your posts, spam you with asks and care about your every new hyperfixation till divorce do us part, because even death can only keep us apart for so long.

Let's be demolition lovers till the end of all

#congratulations #AAH HAPPY WEDDINGS #newlyweds #IM SORRY I WAS SLEEPING

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jestinjoculators · 1 year ago

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Here's a doodle of all the horror movies I watched for the first time during October !

Couldn't do every single day of October and missed out on a lot of films i planned to watch due to work and such, most were watched with friends, some (like the obvious scream-binge I had) were by myself! I plan to continue this chart for every Horror movie I watch after this post!

AWARDS:

I got an A in film studies so my opinion is obviously fact

WORST/LEAST SPOOKY:

Obviously Jennifer's Body got the worst points, but I didn't even choose that one so Jennifer gets a mere participation award, I'm not even going to talk about that one.

Besides her, the winner is the Exorcist! Congratulations????

I'm sorry, I do not care for exorcism horror, I think religious horror is badass, and posession/exorcism should be too, but it's lame. This just felt like my priest was wiggling his fingers at me with a flashlight under his chin. HOWEVER - I CAN appreciate the impact it had on horror and pop culture, and its theme is awesome.

BEST/MOST SPOOKY:

oh oops it's a top 3 lol...well anyway,

*opens the palm of my hand*

I liek these ones..... :) they scare me

okay well Sadako not as much, she's too cute to spook me, as well as the film being mostly buildup and story than spooks. The well scene though? EOUGH. It's like touching wet food while washing dishes but x10 worse. I love Ringu and dear little Sadako very much!

Texas Chainsaw Massacre was slightly horrifying, everytime Bubba showed up I went AAH even if it wasn't a jumpscare, maybe I'm just afraid of hillbillies? Lmao. Everything about Bubba's house just creeps me out, especially that red room with all the animal heads, why did any of the victims willingly go in there???

The spook factor went down pretty hard when I saw Bubba interacting with his family though, but that's not a bad thing for the film itself. I just couldn't be scared with how much I sympathised with Bubba, the 6"5 stroganoff of a man turned into a confused child in front of my very eyes. I love TCM a whole lot, my only complaint is that it was too short, I wanted it to be LONGER.

So My Bloody Valentine gets the TRUE Spook Award, and I thought Harry Warden was pretty adorable to look at, but no, he's beastly. I was creeped out almost the entire film. The gore was scarily creative and brutal, even if I didn't go AAH as much as something like TCM, I was cold when things got tense.

But eh...thanks for reading....here's a bonus award *opens my other palm*

The Autism Award

It is literally his fault I'm talking to you right now. All of this. Everything that's ever happened. It's his fault.

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cheollipop · 1 year ago

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Ohhh!! Congratulations on reaching the 2k milestone!! So so proud of you and happy for you!! With your writing and ideas you deserve so many more followers!! Here’s to hoping you gain more in the time you stay here!!

also don’t think about being squished between wooyoung, seonghwa and san as they congratulate you for all your hard work by ruining you on their cocks and smothering you in kisses and praises 💕😘

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aah;; thank you so much roo!! I appreciate you soso much, seriously. tysm for all your support!! <3<3 how dare you add a kiss emoji after that sentence istg I'm gonna kiss fight you 🫵 made me short-circuit or whatever >_< the visual though.....yummy. this is a little short bc writing four people is kinda difficult shfhjd happy reading!~

pairing: jung wooyoung x choi san x fem!reader x park seonghwa

w.c.: 0.5k

tags: smut, cockwarming, oral (f), fluffy, praise, a sprinkle of mxm

nsfw under cut—minors dni!

Leaning back into Seonghwa’s chest, the sweat on your back binding with that covering his skin and spreading heat through the new point of contact, his arms encircling your waist to push you further into his lap. Plush lips pressed against your temple, and his thumb rubbed soothing lines over your side while he rutted up into you, his cock encased within your throbbing heat, still while the other two ravished you.

San’s mouth left trails of spit over down your body, his tongue catching the alkaline taste of your sweat as it moved back up to your neck, his lips brushing over Seonghwa’s before returning to sucking bruises into your delicate skin. Soft groans sounded in your ears, San’s in the left and Seonghwa’s in the right, the squelch of your pussy taking his cock harmonizing with that of the veiny hand pumping San’s pulsing length.

Wooyoung’s tongue wrapped around your clit, his body laid fat between your legs as he rutted into the mattress, sucking on your stretched entrance to catch the slick gushing out. One hand rested on your inner thigh, lax as you spread yourself out without his intervention, the other worked over San’s cock, feeling it twitch as he squeezed out an endless stream of precum from the angry cockhead.

Seonghwa’s voice—rumbly with lust—flowed into your ear, “our good girl, is she enjoying her little party?”

You nodded, rolling your head back to rest on his shoulder while restlessly fidgeting on his cock. San, with your nipple trapped between his teeth, chuckled.

“She’s getting needy,” he flicked the perked-up bud with his pointer, leaning back to take you in properly, a sigh leaving his lips when Wooyoung squeezed around his base. “Oh darling, but we’ve only just begun.”

“Stop teasing our precious angel,” with an irritated huff, Wooyoung gave your clit a harsh suck before pulling away, looking up at the older man with impatience painting his features. “Hyung, fuck her properly or I will.”

Seonghwa rolled his eyes, yet pushed Wooyoung out the way and bent his body forward, gently placing you down on your stomach with his cock still stuffed inside you. He watched how it sunk into your tight hole, how your inner thighs were coated with your arousal, throbbing inside you at the visual. Rutting his hips at a languid pace, all three men silently watched how Seonghwa buried himself in your heat, the veiny shaft disappearing behind your ass with every thrust. Wooyoung’s sudden “hurry” dragged him out of his thoughts, and he knew he had to get on with it if the others wanted to have a turn as well. Though with Wooyoung wrapped around San’s broader figure, his hand reaching forward to once again wrap around his cock while San fucked up and into his fist, it seemed as though they might not need to ravish you after all.

Seonghwa pressed himself to your back, your chests rising and falling in unison and his hot breath fanning over your cheek, a soft whisper against your heated skin igniting a million fires within you,

“Let me show our pretty baby just how proud she’s made us.”

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yurayura-kurage · 23 days ago

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A3! Troupe Event: MY WORST WEDDING | Event Story Translation (10/11)

Neither Japanese nor English is my first language so please forgive me if I made mistake. However, feel free to point me out, I’d love to hear your feedbacks on the translation ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

I recommend reading along in-game for this chapter to get a better visual for what's happening in the play!!

Translation under the cut

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Andrew: “I never thought James-san would get married.”

James: “I was also going to be unmarried, but I’m worried about what people would say then.”

Grayson: “What kind of person is your partner?”

Andrew: “The three of us took a picture the other day. Here you go.”

James: “She’s younger than me but she’s a sharp person. Perfect suit for a business partner.”

Andrew: “That sounds so businesslike. But it’s not bad to have someone waiting for you at home, isn’t it.”

Grayson: “I have no idea about how people would feel when they get married. Aside from being on duty, being with someone all the time is like hell.”

James: “That’s Grayson for you.”

*shifts to Ethan’s table*

Ethan: “She is my fated partner. I was sitting next to her at the cafe, and ever since our eyes met, I knew it was what was called love at first sight.”

Noah: “She looks just like an anime character, doesn’t she.”

Ethan: “Do you want to see the picture?”

Lucas: “Ah… But that’s why you’re getting married though. The genius graduating at the top of his class despite skipping grades is still in his teens, huh.”

Ethan: “N-not only that. She also has a nice personality, and we’re even on the same wavelength!”

Noah: “Even so, I thought the president’s son should be able to charter this whole cruise ship, shouldn’t you?”

Ethan: “This time, Olivia has arranged everything for me.”

Ethan: “I told her I wasn’t too interested in helding a bachelorette party, but she said I should definitely do it. She’s such a modest person.”

Noah: “I don’t think a modest partner would book a whole floor which costs this much though.”

Lucas: Well, isn’t that great to do this once in a while? Ethan, you didn’t come out and play much when we were students.

Ethan: “It’s because studying is fun.”

Noah: “By the way, who is the SP today?” (*)

Ethan: “There’s no way I’d bring any of them on a day like this.”

Noah: “Is that so.”

Izumi: (Azami-kun’s Ethan, I can feel like he’s really in love with Olivia. It’s completely different from when we started practicing.)

Andrew: “It seems that those guys over there also came to this bachelorette party like us.”

Grayson: “They look surprisingly young though.”

James: “That boy is…”

Ethan: “Cheers.”

James: “That sounds great, Bocchan. Congratulations on your wedding engagement.”

Ethan: “?”

James: “I just happened to hear your story.”

Ethan: “Aah. Thank you.”

James: “I guess there haven’t been any articles yet about the president’s son getting engaged?”

Andrew: “Yeah, if it happened to be seen somewhere,...”

Ethan: “My father is the only one who is well-known.”

Grayson: “There even seems to be some rumours about how much of a rare genius you are that you’ll be the next president?”

James: “I’m James, the secretary for congressman Brown.”

Ethan: “Nice to meet you.”

Noah: “Could it be that you guys are also enjoying the night before the wedding?”

James: “Aah. Such a coincidence.”

Lucas: “How old are you now, James-san?”

James: “I’m 32.”

Lucas: “Normally people are getting married at around that age. Ethan’s case is too early.”

Andrew: “Well, I also got married when I was 26.”

Ethan: “Because I will never find anyone who looks like Misaki and matches my personality like this in the future!”

James: “Misaki?”

Ethan: “Do you know the Japanese anime “One Hundred Poems, One People Each Reincarnated in a Different World”? (**). Misaki is a character in that series. Do you know it?”

James: “Hm–, I think I may have heard that name.”

Ethan: “Here, you can look at this photo of her! You will see they really look alike!”

James: “Heh… I’m not sure, but are they that similar?”

James: “Hm…? You said her name was?”

Ethan: “She is Olivia.”

James: “...”

Andrew: “James-san.”

Ethan: “Is there something wrong?”

James: “No, nothing. Please enjoy the party then—”

Grayson: “This woman named Olivia, doesn’t her name and face look just like James-san’s fiancée Olivia?”

Ethan: “Eh? That’s an odd coincidence—”

James: “Maybe it’s just a random resemblance to someone.”

Grayson: “No, it’s just the hairstyle and hair color that are different, but they’re the same person. You can put it into the analysis software.”

James: “...”

Noah: “So, what does that mean?”

Lucas: “Hm—, in other words, Olivia is gonna get married with two of you at the same time?”

Ethan: “N-No way! There’s no way that Olivia would marry such an old uncle. She said she likes men younger than her.”

James: “If you say that, then my fiancée also said the same thing. She said she has no interest in someone younger.”

James: “There is no way that she would make a mistake as marrying such a child.”

Ethan: “With all due respect, I am an independent person. Isn’t it too much to say “such a child”?

Andrew: “Anyway, why don’t you two ask your fiancée directly to confirm? Maybe they are twins who live away from others.”

Grayson: “Isn’t this a marriage fraud?”

Lucas: “I thought so too.”

Ethan: “That can’t be true!”

James: “We will know right after confirming with her.”

Ethan: “That’s right. Let me make a call to Olivia—”

Ethan: “What? There is no signal.”

Noah: “We could use wireless LANs though.”

James: “This is strange…”

Andrew: “My phone can’t connect either.”

Lucas: “It was connected until a while ago.”

Grayson: “James-san, the state at the floor is nowー”

James: “Get down!”

*The power suddenly went out*

Ethan: “ーー”

Noah: “Eh!? W-What!?”

Lucas: “A power outage!?”

*Grayson and Andrew put their guns out*

*Shifts to the ship’s hold*

Andrew: “Maybe that’s a hijacking.”

James: “There are too many enemies for a normal hijacking.”

Andrew: “This is strange. There wasn’t a single customer there a while ago.”

Greyson: “Right before the power outage, customers began to move all at once. This is no doubt a corporation.”

James: “I can’t say for sure yet, but it might be better to think that everyone except us is the enemy.”

Ethan: “W-What does that mean? What are they aiming for?”

James: “We still have no idea about it. Anyway, we should think about a way to escape this ship safely for now.”

James: “I will go first. Grayson will be behind me, and Andrew will be in defence of these three.”

Grayson: “Yes sir.”

Andrew: “Yes sir.”

Lucas: “You guys all have experience in the army by any chance…?”

James: “Aah. We’re friends in the same unit.”

Noah: “How reliable!”

Ethan: “W-wait a minute. In the first place, we don’t know if those guys are on the same boat with us or not.”

Lucas: “Now is not the time to say that.”

Ethan: “Like, even Olivia’s case is not still clear yet.”

Ethan: “I can’t trust someone suddenly saying that my fiancée, who is going to get married to me tomorrow, is the same person as his fiancée.”

James: “That’s the same for me too. I don’t mind if you don’t want to follow us.”

Ethan: “ーーW-Wait a minute!”

Andrew: “Isn’t it too bad to leave the president’s son behind?”

Grayson: “Our career advancement opportunities are gonna be out of reach.”

James: “...Tsk.”

Ethan: “For now, I’ll put Olivia’s case on hold. But that doesn’t mean I completely trust you.”

James: “This is why Bocchan is so troublesome.”

Ethan: “What?”

James: “No, nothing.”

Noah: “Uhmー, by the way, can I go back to my room?”

James: “We don’t have time to break now.”

Noah: “Ah, actually I’ve brought a drone here since I was thinking of using it for some photoshoot.”

Noah: “Even if the drone can’t connect through wireless communication now, it can communicate through infrared, and it has a camera too so wouldn’t it still be useful?”

Andrew: “It may be useful to watch the enemy’s movements.”

James: “There is a possibility that the cabin is now surrounded.”

Grayson: “Then I’ll be going.”

James: “If it’s impossible after checking the situation, give up and come back here.”

Grayson: “Yes sir.”

Izumi: (As expected of the ex-militaries. Thanks to the hair makeup, they look dignified and powerful.)

*Short timeskip*

James: “How is it? Do you find something?”

Lucas: “From the time being, the information recorded on the terminal can be easily obtained though…”

Lucas: “It’s gonna take a lil’ bit of time to get the information that requires access to the headquarters' database.”

Lucas: “Anyway, I’ll share this ship’s map that is quite useful.”

Noah: “Uhmー, I’m currently looking around the ship, but it seems like it’s gradually getting farther away from the port.”

Ethan: “It was supposed to return to the port overnight as planned.”

Andrew: “Where on earth is it heading to…”

Grayson: “I’m sure it’s not a good destination.”

James: “First thing first, let’s find a lifeboat to escape from this ship.”

Ethan: “In addition, in order to communicate with others outside this ship, we should look for the signal jammers.”

Ethan: “That’s no doubt the reason why the radio waves suddenly stopped connecting.”

James: “Then, let’s split into 2 groups. Grayson, preparing for the field. Lucas, please continue to analyze here.”

James: “And Noah, lend me the drone.”

Noah: “Ahー, the operation is quite complicated so only me can handle it.”

Noah: “Since the radio waves are blocked, you can’t control it unless you’re close to the infrared.”

James: “Then you go with Andrew and secure the lifeboat.”

Noah: “It’ll be like that after all…?”

Andrew: “I will guarantee your safety as much as possible.”

Noah: “I’m looking forward to working with you…”

James: “I will go find the signal jammers.”

Ethan: “What should I do then?”

James: “Bocchan should have some tea here.”

Ethan: “ーーI’ll go with you, James-san. I’ve learned self-defense and gun shooting, so we’ll work in pairs.”

James: “Do as you wish.”

Izumi: (Their blatant hostility towards others is perfect. It’s the kind of relationship that only works because it's Azami-kun and Sakyo-san.)

*Shifts to the cabin*

James: “Stop!”

Ethan: “ーーTsk.”

James: “If you didn’t come here to be a handicap, then at least don’t get in my way.”

Ethan: “...Depending on the function of the signal jammers, there are several patterns of placement to cover the vast interior of the ship."

*James & Ethans run*

Ethan: “However, no matter which pattern is, there should always be one placed around here. It’s not that way.”

James: “Does that mean you've simulated all the patterns?”

Ethan: “It’s not that I’ve simulated all of it before. You can get it right away once you look at the map.”

James: “I see. Seems like “genius Bocchan”' isn't just for show."

Ethan: “Can you stop calling me Bocchan.”

*Short timeskips*

James: “ーーApparently, your reading is correct. It’s a bingo.”

Ethan: “Once we stop this jammer, we can at least call the police from here. Nowーー”

James: “Wait. It comes with a bonus.”

Ethan: “?”

James: “A bomb. If you touch this carelessly, the bomb will explode.”

Ethan: “If that happens, its effect on the ship willーー Don’t tell me, the other jammers also have a bomb with it?”

James: “The possibility is high. Maybe they’re planning to sink this ship.”

Ethan: “That’sーー”

James: “We will go back for now. I’m also curious about Andrew’s report.”

*Back to the ship’s hold*

Ethan: “All the lifeboats are gone?”

Lucas: “Then how are we gonna escape from this ship.”

Grayson: “That means the bombs are all bluff?”

James: “No, they didn’t look fake at all.”

Ethan: “Unless they are planning to go down with the ship, their comrades are probably supposed to come pick them up.”

Ethan: “Once they accomplish their goal, won't they contact their comrades and sink the ship to destroy all the evidence?”

Noah: “What do you mean by their goal…?”

James: “Their goal is undoubtedly one of us, or even all of us. There were no corpses around this ship, and no one was running away except us.”

Noah: “What should we do then if there is no way to escape or contact the outside?”

Lucas: “It’s an escape game for real.”

Ethan: “Not something we can joke about.”

James: “For the time being, if we can clean up all the enemies, we can spare some time until the bombs explode.”

Ethan: “Please don’t say that easily.”

James: “If Bocchan doesn’t get in the way, we can do it.”

Ethan: “If that’s the case, let me tell you thisーー I think taking control over the cockpit and heading to the port would be faster than dealing with all the enemies.”

Ethan: “Calling for backup and escaping would take time, but if we get closer to the port, we might be able to escape.”

James: “Well, it’s worth a try. Then, are you going to tag along with me again?”

Ethan: “Yes, of course. I haven’t completely believed in you yet.”

James: “Andrew, follow me. Grayson, continue to take care of this place.”

Andrew: “Yes sir.”

Grayson: “Yes sir.”

Izumi: (Noah, the robot enthusiast, and Lucas, who’s into hacking, make a great brainy team. Compared to the former militaries team, it gives a really interesting feeling.)

*Shifts to the cabin*

SP: “Ethan! Where are you! I have been hiding due to the president’s request! Are you alright!?”

Ethan: “That isーー An SP. I’ve seen his face before. What a relief, we are saved! I’m right here!”

James: “Waitーー!”

SP: “I’m glad you’re safe… Finally caught you.”

Ethan: “?”

Andrew: “ーー”

James: “Wait. Now is not the time to show your face.”

Ethan: “Let go of me! What are you going to do!?”

SP: “If you value your life, be quiet and behave.”

Ethan: “You tricked me!”

Andrew: “...” James: “It’s okay. He didn’t shoot Ethan.”

Andrew: “Their purpose is kidnapping, isn’t it.”

James: “In that case, there is no need to involve us in this.”

Andrew: “There seems to be no doubt that Olivia is also involved.”

James: “...Leave questioning for later.”

*Shifts to the main hall*

SP: “...Contact headquarters.”

Terrorist A: “It took an unexpected effort.”

Ethan: “...”

*The phone rings*

Ethan: “!?”

SP: “Answer it.”

Ethan: “Eh? Can I?”

SP: “If you say anything thoughtless, I’ll kill you right away.”

Ethan: “...Understood.”

Ethan: “Oliviaーー Are you there?”

Olivia: “Yes. I’m sorry.”

Olivia: “I didn't intend to disturb you today, but I have something that needs to be checked about tomorrow’s wedding arrangements.”

Ethan: “That’s not the point! Nowーー”

*Sounds of bullet being loaded*

SP: “...” Olivia: “What happens?”

Ethan: “N-No, nothing.”

Olivia: “Is that so? By the way, I just got a call from the venue, and it seems the flowers we ordered won't be arriving.”

Olivia: “White is okay, but if there has to be some mix, which one would be better, pink or red? Considering Misaki's image, maybe purple?”

Ethan: “Ah, that’s right…”

Olivia: “Ethan also thinks so? What a relief! Then, I’ll contact the staff right away.”

Ethan: “Rather than that, I want to ask you something.”

Ethan: “Do you know James? He is the secretary for congressman Brown, and he is going to have a wedding with you tomorrow…”

Olivia: “With me? Who?”

Ethan: “It’s James.”

Olivia: “What are you talking about? You’re the guy who will have a wedding with me tomorrow, Ethan. Could it be that you're starting to regret your last single night?”

Ethan: “You really don’t know him?”

Olivia: “I don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re drunk, aren’t you.”

Olivia: “Show your face properly tomorrow, okay? I'd never want to stand alone at the venue just by myself.”

Ethan: “Y-Yeah. I already know it.”

Olivia: “Then. Good night. I love you.”

Ethan: “ーー”

SP: “That’s fine. If you obediently listen to what I say, I won't’ take your and your friends’ lives.”

Ethan: “Really?”

SP: “However, there is 1 condition. Bring James and others to the cockpit.”

Ethan: “Eh?”

SP: “You were aiming to take control over the cockpit, weren’t you? Unfortunately, this ship is controlled from the outside.”

SP: “If you try to touch the equipment, it’ll explode.”

Ethan: “No way…”

SP: “I’ll release you, so bring James and others. If you do that, I’ll save your and your friends’ lives.”

SP: “You know the location of the cockpit right?”

Ethan: “...I know it.”

*Sounds of shooting gun”

James: “Ethan!”

*Sounds of loading bullet and shooting gun*

SP: “ーーTsk.”

*They starts to shoot guns towards others*

James: “Come here!”

Ethan: “ーー”

*Shifts to the cabin*

James: “Any injuries?”

Ethan: “I’m fine… But why…”

James: “I can’t leave the president’s son alone.”

Ethan: “...”

James: “What’s wrong?”

Ethan: Oliviaーー No, there’s nothing.”

James: “There is no doubt that woman is involved in this incident. I understand you have lingering feelings, but you need to let her go. Their goal is to kidnap you."

James: "Most likely, they plan to use this as leverage to negotiate with the president. Once they're done, they might sink this ship along with everything."

Ethan: “...”

*Shifts to the ship’s hold*

Lucas: “Welcome back. I was finally able to break into the headquarters’ database.”

Lucas: “For the time being, what seems to be useful in the current situation is the number of enemies and the wiring diagram. And here is the list of enemiesーー”

Ethan: “Thisーー”

James: “As expected, Olivia is one of them. She must have gotten close to us to gather information.”

Ethan: “That’sーー”

Noah: “W-Well, at least you found out before getting married.”

Lucas: “You may be killed the moment you know it.”

James: “What should we do now? Shall we aim for the cockpit again?”

Ethan: “The cockpit on this ship cannot be used. They said that the control is completely left to the outside.”

Ethan: “In other words, it’s impossible for the terrorists to escape unless they are picked up by their comrades. There is no point in annihilating the cockpit.”

James: “...And?”

Ethan: “They promised me to save our lives on the condition that James-san and others were handed over.”

Ethan: “If their goal is to kidnap me and leave the ship, then I'll let them achieve their goal and make the call for the pickup.”

Ethan: “ After that, we'll hijack the rescue ship. That’s the only way.”

James: “That’s fine. It’s a great strategy for Bocchan.”

*Shifts to the cockpit*

James: “? What does this mean? There is no one hereーー”

Terrorist B: “Don’t you dare to move.”

Andrew: “ーー”

James: “We are surrounded.”

SP: “Thank you, Ethan. You saved us.”

Ethan: “...”

James: “Ethan?”

Andrew: “Did you betray us?”

SP: “There are 3 people here. What about your other friend?”

Lucas: “We disagreed on betraying James-san and the others this time. We had a falling out.”

SP: “Well that’s fine. 1 student doesn't make much of a difference. Let's quickly take care of the three of them."

James: “...Didn't you notice that one of the bombs you carefully planted all over the ship is missing? If you shoot now, we will die together.”

Terrorist B: “There’s no wayーー”

Terrorist C: “That’s fine. Leaving you here would lead to the same result anyway. Contact headquarters. We're withdrawing."

SP: “Originally, we were supposed to let the son go down with the ship as well.”

SP: “Negotiations are gonna take time, so you'll be coming with us. Consider yourself lucky.”

Ethan: “In other words, James-san and others' terms didn't matter at all?”

SP: “You made things easier for us. But honestly, you were more persistent than we expected and it was troublesome.”

Announcer: “10 seconds left until the explosion.”

Terrorist B: “!?”

SP: “What the heck is this drone? Something like this wasn't part of the planー”

Terrorist C: “More than that, what on earth is the “10 seconds left until the explosion”ーー”

SP: “Don’t panic! Shoot it down!”

Ethan: “That Noah guy, even if you said you’re going to use it to get their attention, this is…”

James: “That’s enough.”

*They start shooting guns towards others*

Terrorist B: “Urgh!”

SP: “Youーー!?”

James: “You two, lie down!”

Ethan: “Y-Yes!”

Lucas: “How many times do I have to come close to dying in just one night…!”

*Shifts to the cabin*

Noah: “There are several small boats moored side by side. Only the driver is on board.”

James: “Well, they will have to carry lots of people. Alright, let’s go.”

Ethan: “What do you mean by going, how do weーー”

James: “Jump!”

Ethan: “Eh!?”

Andrew: “Hurry up!”

Noah: “Hehhhhh!”

Lucas: “How many times do I have to come close to dying in just…!”

*Shifts to the lifeboat*

James: “Who's in charge of the steering?”

Ethan: “I have the license.”

James: “Then, I’ll leave it to Bocchan.”

Andrew: “Haa… It was a hard bachelorette party.”

Grayson: “If it's a training, you should have told me earlier.”

*The bomb explodes*

Noah: “Uwah, it really exploded.”

Ethan: “That was a close call.”

Lucas: “I wonder how many times I’ve come close to dying in just one night. Please give me a break from this real life escape game.”

James: “We’re escaping right at dawn.”

Ethan: “What are you going to do with today’s ceremony?”

James: “Bocchan, what is your plan?”

Ethan: “I’m going.”

James: “I’m also going as planned.”

Lucas: “Are you out of mind?”

Noah: “You must be kidding!”

James: “Please take good care of me, groomsmen.”

Andrew: “I thought you would say that.”

Grayson: “It can’t be helped.”

Noah: “I don’t know what happens anymore!”

Lucas: “I don’t wanna die yet…”

*The phone rings*

Izumi: (From now, during an audio-only call, Ethan and James will have a quick change)

Ethan: “Are you there, Olivia?”

Olivia: “Ethan? Where areーー”

Ethan: “We’re almost at the port. The ship was delayed a bit, but it's okay. There's nothing to worry about.”

Olivia: “...Is that so?”

Ethan: “Because I’ll be on time for the ceremony.”

Olivia: “E-Ehh. Wait for me a minute.”

*Arriving at the port*

Lucas: “Why do we need to bother dressing up formal when it's just going to get dirty anyway...”

Grayson: “It seems difficult to move.”

James: “You can't show up at a sunny wedding in a wrinkled suit.”

Ethan: “It might feel better if you get it completely dirty later.”

Andrew: “You two are really a good match.”

Audiences: “!!”

Izumi: (Alright, these two’s quick change is a success! The audiences were surprised. The rest is…)

Noah: “We just need to stall until the police arrive, right?”

Noah: “I brought as many drones and robots as I could, but they're not really meant for combat against people to begin with.”

James: “That’s enough to create distraction.”

Ethan: “Sorry for making you both come all the way here.”

Noah: “It can’t be helped, right. If I’m the only one not here, they'll probably get suspicious, and if I end up being alone, that could be dangerous too."

Lucas: “So I’ll hide with Noah and support him.”

Grayson: “Let’s finish all these things soon.”

Andrew: “I’m sleep-deprived after all.”

James: “Ethan, have you prepared your vows yet?”

Ethans: “It’s all in my head.”

James: “Very good. Let’s go.”

Izumi: (Now Noah and Lucas will step back, and Taichi's quick change and makeup... We've practiced so many times, so it should be fine.)

*Shifts to the ceremony hall*

Terrorist D: “They came!”

Terrorist E: “Kill all of them except the president’s son!”

Andrew: “We've got some dangerous guests gathered here.”

Grayson: ”You should be more careful choosing who you date.”

James: “That’s painfully true.”

Terrorist D: “You’re causing us trouble!”

Ethan: “That’s my line!”

Noah: “Ready?”

Lucas: “GO!”

*The robots start intruding*

Terrorist E: “!? W-What the heck are these!?”

Terrorist D: “Damn it, I can’t see anything!”

Andrew: “It's rude to cause violence in a church.”

Terrorist E: “Urgh”

Grayson: “Guess it's perfect for a confession.”

Terrorist D: “Ughh”

Ethan: “It was supposed to be the best day of my life!”

Terrorist F: “ーーUgh”

James: “And now it has become the worst day of my life.”

Terrorist G: “Urrghーー”

Olivia: “You really came. I’ve been waiting for you.”

Ethan: “Olivia!”

Audiences: “!?!?”

Izumi: (Okay, a success! I can tell that the audiences are now gasping)

Olivia: “I love you, Ethan.”

Ethan: “Olivia, Iーー”

Olivia: “That’s why behave yourself.”

*Olivia loads the bullet*

James: “Ellude, Ethan!”

Ethan: “ーー”

Olivia: “ーー”

Olivia: “Tsk. You're really tight-lipped and overly cautious, such a boring man, James!”

James: “Who was the one saying she liked that about me.”

Ethan: “Olivia, these are all lies after allーー”

*Ethan fights against Olivia*

Olivia: “ーーUgh”

Olivia: “I didn’t know you could do something this rough, Ethan. You’re much more charming now.”

Ethan: “You’re terrible! It was! Supposed to be! My first love!”

*They start to fight against others*

Olivia: “Tch, stop shouting! This is why I can't stand kids!”

Ethan: “ーー”

James: “Well, there was at least one truth in what you said. Goodbye now.”

*James shoots Olivia*

Olivia: “ーーUrgh”

*Olivia passes out*

Ethan: “Olivia!”

James: “She hasn’t dead yet. It’s a tranquilizer gun. I guess she was trying to shoot you with that.”

Ethan: “...”

James: “Ethan, how about the vows?”

Ethan: “In sickness and in healthーー”

James: “To honor and cherish each othersーー”

Ethan: “And be faithful to others as long as we both shall liveーー”

Ethan: “There’s no way I could swear that!”

James: “Bastard.”

*They both throw away the rings*

*Shifts to the port*

James: “After all, marriage doesn’t work like business.”

Andrew: “Obviously.”

Grayson: “But I thought marriage might not be that bad.”

James: “Where in all of this can you think that way?”

Ethan: “Haa… I even thought that was my soulmate…Next time, I'll take more time to understand the person before getting married.”

*Noah and Lucas appears through video call*

Lucas: “Please do so.”

Noah: “I’ll tell you this, I’ll never go to the bachelorette party again.”

James: “Well, you should work on improving your judgment of people, Bocchan.”

Ethan: “The same to you.”

*Shifts to Mankai Stage*

Audience A: Azami-kun and Sakyo-san being buddy were so cool!

Audience B: Isn’t it!? I even did a triple take because these two are both blonde!!

Audience C: Taichi-kun’s dual role really surprised me!

Audience A: The quick change and makeup were really amazing~!

Audience B: Speaking of which, the ex-militaries team is insane. They’re so cool.

Audience C: The Ethan team gave the greatest nobility!

Azami: Thank you for coming this timeーー Thank you so much!

Sakyo: Thank you!

Sakyo’s mother: …

Miyako: Onii-chan, you were so cool~!

Sakyo: ーー.

Sakyo’s mother: Azami-kun too!

Azami: Thanks…

Azami: (To be honest, I didn’t understand what is love or true love but…) (***)

Azami: (Perhaps living with this kind of compassion and supporting each other... is what true love is)

Azami: (This, what am I thinking…)

Sakyo: Why are you giving me that look? Let’s go all out with fanservice!

Azami: Annoyingー.

Azami: (Well, it’s okay once in a while. Only once in a while)

Translator’s notes:

(*) SP stands for Security Police.

(**) I think this is a reference to the Ogura Hyakunin Isshu (百人一首) - a classical Japanese anthology of 100 Japanese waka by 100 poets.

(***) Love is for 恋 (Koi) and 愛 (Ai) is True love.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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dark-frosted-heart · 10 months ago

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Crown's S Class Mission - Roger Barel (Part 1)

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this. Roger using keigo feels weird

It happened while I accompanied Jude and Ellis on their mission.

Kate: Jude, the enemy’s behind us.

Jude: …!

Ellis: Kate, look out!

Roger: Alright, done patching you up. Luckily it was just a scratch.

Kate: Thanks, Roger. Sorry for the trouble.

(In the end, I ended up becoming the target when I tried to protect Jude)

I only ended up with a scratch because Ellis saved me, but I shuddered at the thought of what would’ve happened if he didn’t.

Roger: Hey, lil’ lady. Do you feel the need to be responsible for what happened?

Kate: Huh?

Roger: As a fairy tale keeper, you’re supposed to record our evil deeds, right? Then you should at least be able to defend yourself. That pointless sense of justice is gonna get you killed.

Kate: Well…you’re right, Roger. I’m a fairy tale keeper. But I’m selfish…And I want to protect those important to me when I can. So to do that, I need to get stronger.

Roger: It’s so like you to bark in frustration than be dejected.

I looked up and saw Roger smiling at me.

(Was he…trying to motivate me?)

(It’s annoying how well he can read my mind…)

Kate: Feeling down will get me nowhere, so I need to focus on being positive!

Roger: Well then I have some good news, lil’ lady.. Victor’s got an S class mission for you.

Victor: Everyone’s here! Now then, I’ll be announcing the S class mission. A “Beauty Muscle Club” will be gathering at a noble’s estate. BMC for short! Yaaaaay!

Alfons: That name sounds utterly absurd.

Victor: Now, now, hear me out. As the name suggests, it’s a place for people who believe that women should also be strong gather and work out together.

William: Given how only the wealthy and military personnel have access to proper training facilities, there is certainly a demand.

(Women being strong too, hun? Yeah, that sounds like a wonderful idea)

Victor: However, here’s what’s strange. For whatever reason, the women who go to work out are getting hospitalized one after another. Furthermore, their symptoms include convulsions, paralysis, and poisoning.

Roger: Sounds like they could be getting drugged. The hell is going on there?

Harrison: And what’s with the S class? The mission doesn’t sound more dangerous than the usual.

Victor: I’m glad you asked! The club’s security’s been on high alert and it’s been extremely difficult to get in contact. But because I’m so talented, I came up with a great idea.

The Beauty Muscle Club has “instructors” that do coaching. And so I sent in applications for you all for the instructor position.

Harrison: There he goes doing as he pleases again…

Liam: And, what were the results?

Victor: I’ll announce it now. *drum roll* dokodokodokodokodoko…

Liam and Ellis: So exciting.

Victor: Roger’s the only one with muscular beauty and so was immediately hired! Yay, congratulations!

Alfons: Aah, how envious. I wanted to infiltrate the Beauty Muscle Club!

Roger: You’re all smirking. Whatever, I’ll do it.

(I think Roger’ perfect for the instructor role!)

Victor: In addition, Kate, I also sent a resume for you as Viscount Morris’ daughter.

Kate: Huh.

Victor: Kate, you’ve been accepted into the Beauty Muscle Club!

And so it was decided that we’d go undercover, with Roger as an instructor and me as a student.

With his role as an instructor, Roger went in first to take a training course.

Kate: I’ll be following after you soon, Roger, so hang in there.

Roger: Yeah. The next time we see each other, we’ll be “instructor and student”. It’s a mission, but let’s have some fun, alright?

(Fun, huh? It means doing our best together)

(Also, this mission’s perfect for getting stronger!)

Some time later when I infiltrated the Beauty Muscle Club, what awaited me was a shocking sight.

When I entered the noble’s estate, I immediately changed into light clothing before heading to the hall where training took place.

Kate: T-this is…

Muscular instructor: Pain is temporary, glory is eternal! If you want to be strong, let’s muscle again!

Beautiful lady: Yes, I’ll do my best! Muscle, muscle!

Muscular instructors were doing some extreme training with women.

This scene was as severe as the army—I was taken aback considerably.

(...)

(No, no, I can’t give up yet!)

Instructor Oliver: Oh, you must be our new student Kate. I’m instructor Oliver.

Kate: Ah, yes. Please be gentle with me…

Instructor Oliver: Haha, you’re strangely reserved. Women should be strong and bold. Muscle, muscle!

Kate: Muscle, muscle…

(Somehow…I feel like I’m the one from a different planet here)

I know it’s a mission, but my spirit’s already starting to break.

Instructor Oliver: You came just in time because a new instructor will be joining us today. Everyone, we will be pausing training. Attention! Roger, come in!

(Ah, it’s Roger!)

Roger: How’s everyone doing? I’ll be joining as the newest instructor. My name’s Roger!* I’m a sadistic instructor with the motto “carrot and stick”. Good girls who do their best get a reward while bad girls get punished. Let’s get stronger together.

As he said that, Roger showed off his biceps.

(Roger, you’re more pumped than I expected!)

As proof, the women present were getting excited too.

Instructor Oliver: Basically, we have one instructor per student. Kate’s instructor will be—

Roger: Here! Can you leave her to me, Instructor Oliver?

I believe we’ll get along as newcomers. Moreover… The fire in her eyes caught my attention. She wants to get stronger. Isn’t that right, Miss Kate?

I must’ve been the only one who noticed the twinkle in Roger’s eyes.

Kate: R-right… Of course!

Instructor Oliver: Outstanding! Then I’ll leave Kate to you, Roger.

Roger: I’ll do my best. Kate, let’s get along.

Roger’s smile caused the room to erupt in squeals.

Kate: Let’s get along, Ro…Instructor Roger.

Roger: Alright. Roger’s boot camp begins.

And that was the start of hell.

*Roger uses politer speech while acting as an instructor.

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[Bitter Sweet Sixteen] 002-B01 - The Hateful Five

Female Student A: Oh, ufufufu! Just what I'd expect from you, Yumenosuke-san! Sharp, smart, athletic, and funny to boot.

Female Student B: I'm so happy we can spend time together in mahorova like this.

Yumenosuke: I'm also honoured to be able to talk with delightful ladies such as yourselves. It's a shame that, due to me being at my villa in Switzerland, the metaverse is our only way to meet, but… well, there's only about half of Summer Vacation left.

Next on the agenda is how to make the best use of the remaining time—let's have an open discussion about it!

Female Student A: Sounds good to me! By the way, what are your plans?

Yumenosuke: I completed all my assignments in the first week, so in the remaining time, I think I'll put all my efforts towards ensuring the success of the open days we'll be holding at the end of the month.

Female Student B: Oh my! That's wonderful! We should learn from you.

Female Student A: We should. I've just been obsessed with the "LashColle" releases lately…

Yumenosuke: LashColle… "Eyelash Collection", you mean? Unfortunately, I'm rather unfamiliar with the eyelash world, so I appear to be falling behind.

However, I believe the top LashColle award from the other day was acquired by my Uncle, with an overwhelming point difference, yes?

Gannosuke: Indeed, along with one of the audience awards.

A pleasure to meet you, lovely young ladies. I am Yumenosuke's Uncle, Kuraku Gannosuke.

Female Student B: I was wondering who the mysterious gentleman next to Yumenosuke-san was… so you're that renowned eyelash artist?

Female Student A: Congratulations on your winnings! Your work was the boldest, most radiantly decadent one of them all…!

Female Student B: So true. On top of that… it felt a little different to your usual style!

Yumenosuke: Huh… has there been a change in your mental state or something?

Gannosuke: Well, the other day I had a once in a lifetime encounter on the island. There's no doubt that he sparked a flame in my imagination.

Yumenosuke: Oh! That's wonderful to hear. I wonder, just what kind of encounter was it—

Student Council Member: President Kuraku!

Yumenosuke: What is it? Quiet down.

Student Council PR: It's serious! Please look at this news!

Yumenosuke: …!? "Active High Schoolers Recruited as Tourism Ward Mayors"…!?

Student Council PR: What's more, while this hasn't been announced yet, my mother who works with the news says the ones nominated are—…

Female Student A: Of all people, it's those lowly Rank One students who may have blown up the old school building…!? Aah, I'm getting dizzy…!

Female Student B: A-are you alright, Yumenosuke-san? You've gone pale…

Yumenosuke: …Kh!

(Ward Mayors have a lot of influence over the political world, and despite knowing that, the Ward 0 Mayor chose THEM? In the first place, it's clear this personnel decision was enforced without proper consideration… an unacceptable folly!)

(What's more, being a Ward Mayor…! It's the position that I should have been inaugurated into in "Kuraku Yumenosuke's Life Plan Chapter 3 ~Tourism Ward Mayor Edition~"…!)

(Surely those savages responsible for the bombing incident took the positions with no great effort involved—absolutely unforgivable! How dare they do this to my perfect life plan… how dare they…-)

Gannosuke: Are you alright, Yumenosuke-kun?

Yumenosuke: … Excuse me. I have some business to attend to, so I shall take my leave now!

Gannosuke: …

Momiji: Everyooone! The press release is ouuut!

Akuta: Ooh! For real!? Can I see~~~?

Nanaki: Oi, Akuta. Sit properly while you eat.

Ushio: Hmm… this celebration* soba is pretty good.

Muneuji: Indeed. I'm sure even my mother, who's very particular about Japanese food, would choose to eat this 100% buckwheat soba.

*slurping*

Kiroku: … Slurp…

Akuta: Uuum, "Actibb high shkoowers~"…

Yachiyo: Ah, should I read it out? Since everyone's busy eating…

Renga: That's thoughtful of you. —Hey, you guys, hand it over.

Momiji: Sorry, Yachiyo-kun. Please go ahead!

Yachiyo: "Active High Schoolers Unexpectedly Chosen for Wards 5-9 in the Hama Special Tourism Ward"

Liguang: … …

Yachiyo: "Aiming to incorporate a new sense of values into Hama's tourism based on the younger generation, who bear the burden of the future—"

"We are pleased to announce that active high schoolers have been inaugurated into the position of Tourism Ward Mayors for Wards 5-9 under the orders of Ward 0 Mayor and Hama Tours President, Oguro Kafka."

Yukikaze: …

Yachiyo: "As with the tour held by R1ze—the Mayors of Wards 0-4—which concluded to high acclaim the other day, their upcoming first tour will include a Hospitality Live."

"And this time, there'll also be an inauguration ceremony held on the first day, making this a tour packed with events."

"Furthermore, it will be held at their school building, one of the symbols of Hama—"

Ten: This soba's good.

Yachiyo: "Hama Asunaro High School, in collaboration with the open days being held."

"It will be a tour that can be enjoyed by not only the prospective students and their guardians, but the general public as well, so please rouse yourselves to take part, everyone."

—Done!

Momiji: The press release really does make it hit home and get you motivated.

Akuta: A Hospitality Live for the tour…! Just hearing that gets me going all of a sudden~~~!

Liguang: Don't shake the table, boy.

Nanaki: Ah, sorry, I'll scold him later.

Renga: But you know, feeling excited for it is… well, I understand it. But what will you do about the contents? Your concept is important.

Kiroku: …The… concept… …

Ushio: Our dear Idiotake-san, how's that coming along?

Akuta: Nghe?

Muneuji: Thinking up the concept is the leader's role. Do you have anything in mind?

Renga: W-wait! Students. —I appreciate that you guys don't know up from down when it comes to making plans.

If you're struggling, I could deign to lend a hand—

Akuta: Ac-tua-lly, I DO have a proper plan!

Renga: Wh—

Liguang: Patronising them is futile.

Ten: Isn't it nice that they won't be taking up any of your time, Renga-san?

Renga: …- Y-yeah, right.

Momiji: —Alright, if we're finished with the soba, let's get on with the rest of the moving process!

All Five: Got it.

Nanaki: So the room arrangements have me, Akuta, and Kiroku rooming together.

Akuta: The room's called "Coil" huh. We should think up a coiled pose later.

Kiroku: … Hm…

Momiji: Are you fine with this room arrangement, Ushio-kun?

Ushio: Can't complain about rooming with Muneuji. The name, on the other hand…

Muneuji: "Whinny Clan" is an interesting one. Shall we devise a Whinny Clan pose later?

Momiji: (The former inn does have weird room names…)

Nanaki: We should finish carrying in our luggage now. Let's go Akuta, Kiroku.

Kiroku: Mhm…

Ushio: … …

Yukikaze: Why are you scowling at your phone? Have you finished putting away your luggage?

Ushio: Elevator's full so I'm waiting for it to be empty. Gotta use that spare time to ego-search that news from earlier.

Yep, there's the slander. Reported.

Yukikaze: …

Ushio: …You think what I'm doing is pointless, don't you? So do I. It doesn't really matter.

Yukikaze: No, it's not pointless. I'll help.

Ushio: … Idle curiosity, huh.

Momiji: (It's not out of curiosity, it's out of kindness. Ushio-kun…)

Muneuji: Uuchan, step aside a bit. I want to put this there.

Momiji: Woah! That bag looks super heavy…!

Yukikaze: How grand. …It doesn't look like a piece of furniture.

Kafka: Amazing, right? It's full of congratulatory gifts sent by Muneuji's family.

Momiji: Wow~! It's got everything from high class sweets to electric appliances!

Kafka: Looks like we won't need to worry about equipment for a while. There's even tea cakes for tea time with Chief-chan.

Akuta: Lured by the presence of food, I have arrived from the second floor!

Ushio: Are you a dog…?

Akuta: Can I have this gold leaf castella? Ah, if I gather up the gold leaves, will I become rich?

Momiji: Ahaha, I wonder.

Ten: What's your home like, Akuta? Your family must be happy to hear you're a Ward Mayor.

Akuta: Nyah, my uncle's holed up at work so we've not had a proper talk yet. Nom nom…

Momiji: Your uncle?

Akuta: He's an animation director, Isotake Taiji. He's been looking after me.

Momiji: Is that so…

Ten: Isotake Taiji's a pretty famous animator. And even if he wasn't, people working in animation have it hard.

Momiji: (There goes Ten-kun…! Splendidly moving past the complicated circumstances and continuing the conversation…!)

(Come to think of it, the family member who signed the letter of consent for the trip was his uncle, wasn't it.)

(I wasn't going to touch on it, but—I see, that was why.)

Renga: Oh, Akuta! You're here! I was looking for you!

Akuta: Mgh?

Renga: A-about your concept! Earlier, I wondered if you were bluffing in front of everyone… I understand that too, or like…

A concept isn't something you can put together so easily! So I, the leader of the Morning Team, shall-

Akuta: Nah, I'm good. But thanks for the thought, Renga-san.

! Nanaki and Kiroku have come back at just the right time.

Hey, gentlemen of Asu-High! Attentiii~~~~on! Please gather here tomorrow!

Renga: …Uu.

Akuta: I'll be announcing the best, most powerful concept to render the guys who treated us like idiots speechless!

Renga: I-I… can lend… my knowledge…

Momiji: (I'll console him later…)

*"引っ越しそば" (hikkoshi soba) is soba eaten to celebrate a successful move. It's traditionally given by neighbours, but in recent years has become something eaten regardless

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#18trip #18tlip #18trip translation #main story: bitter sweet sixteen #akuta isotake #kiroku kinugawa #nanaki nanamegi #muneuji kaguya #ushio kurama #renga nishizono #kafka oguro #ten murakumo #yukikaze kamina #lu liguang #momiji hamasaki #yachiyo fuefuki #yumenosuke kuraku #gannosuke kuraku

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lyranova · 10 months ago

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Omg so excited for you!! Congratulations on your milestone!

Fuegoleon x reader for a god au plsssssssss. Where Fuegoleon is the god of flames or something and reader is a mortal?

Hiya anon! Thank you so much 🥰, and of course you can! I didn’t really mention what kind of god Fue was in this since it wasn’t really relevant to the idea I had, but I did kind of try to hint at it towards the end. But I hope you enjoy 🥰!

Taglist: @thoughtfullyrainynightmare

Word Count: 1,127

Warnings: None

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Fuegoleon watched as the people of Clover began to find places to sit or stand along the riverbank, each one excited for the upcoming meteor shower that was to take place.

“ The Star god must be in a very festive mood today! They say this is going to be the biggest star shower yet!” One woman said excitedly as she sat down on a blanket, the man who sat beside her nodded in agreement.

“ He must’ve really enjoyed the offerings we gave him this week if he decided to do this for us!” The man said excitedly.

“ Oooh look it’s starting!”

Everyone's gaze drifted up to the starry night sky, and they watched as one by one the stars began to fall in rapid succession.

The humans ‘oohed’ and ‘aahed’, but Fuegoleon felt a pang of sadness in his chest as he stared up at the sky. If only the humans knew the real reason as to why the stars were falling…

“ A glass of wine for your thoughts?” A soft voice suddenly asked from beside him, he quickly turned and his heart stalled in his chest.

It was her, the mortal who had stolen his heart. His gaze traveled from her eyes to her outstretched hand which held a glass of wine out towards him.

“ Are you trying to bribe a god right now?” He asked with a slightly raised brow, and the woman shook her head.

“ Of course not, it just looked like you needed a drink,” She told him as she grabbed his hand and placed the glass in it.

Fuegoleon stared at the dark liquid that swirled in the glass and smiled a bit, of course she would notice when something was on his mind. It was like her sixth sense.

She sat down next to him with her own glass of wine in her hand and stared up at the sky.

“ Do you want to talk about what has you looking so sad?” She asked as she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.

Fuegoleon swirled the liquid in his glass as his eyes got lost in thought.

“ It…isn’t really my place to discuss it,” He admitted after a moment, and the lady nodded.

“ I see; so, your sad thoughts have to do with a friend of yours,” She deduced, and Fuegoleon hummed.

“ I wouldn’t say he’s a friend, he’s more like a junior colleague,” He replied slowly, his brows furrowing slightly in thought.

He and Yuno weren’t really friends like he and Nozel or Yuno and Asta were, but the two were friendly and would occasionally work with one another so…a senior-junior relationship would describe it well right?

His frown deepened a bit; did Gods really have such roles and titles though? They usually saw each other as equals…

“ I assume this junior colleague is a doctor as well?” She asked, and Fuegoleon had to suppress a wince.

He had nearly forgotten he had lied and told her that he was a doctor instead of a God…

“ He is, yes,” He confirmed with a nod before sipping his wine, and the woman hummed.

“ I see; is he perhaps struggling with something that happened at work?” She asked casually, and Fuegoleon shook his head.

“ No. It’s something more…personal,” He admitted after taking another sip of his wine.

“ Personal…” She trailed off as her gaze moved from him to her own glass of wine, her eyes staring into its depths as though it were a crystal ball that would tell her what to say next.

Fuegoleon glanced over at her and his heart filled with regret; even though she was trying to hide it, he could see that she really wanted to help in some way. Whether that was giving advice or just lending an ear to his troubles, she wanted to be helpful.

So, he decided he would let her be helpful, at least a bit.

“ My colleague’s struggling with his…conflicted feelings at the moment,” Fuegoleon admitted softly as he looked back up at the shooting stars.

“ Conflicted feelings?” She repeated with a frown as she looked towards the vermillion haired man, and he nodded in confirmation.

“ He’s…fallen in love with someone, but at the same time he’s still in love with his former lover,” He began slowly, trying his best not to divulge too much.

“ I see, that is quite the conundrum,” She agreed softly, nodding her head slowly as she listened. “ Well, does he want to move on from his former lover?”

Fuegoleon hummed in thought.

“ I think he does, and yet at the same time…I don’t think he does,” He muttered softly as his gaze moved back to his wine glass. “ All he’s ever known is the love and embrace of his former lover, so that’s where he’s most comfortable. But…” He trailed off, trying to find the proper words.

“ But?” The woman beside him encouraged softly as she turned to fully face him.

“ But he wants to leave his comfort zone and take the risk. He wants to explore this new love he’s found, he wants to see where it leads him and how it all plays out.” He told her softly as he looked up and over at her.

“ As his friend, what do you think he should do?” She asked curiously as she leaned in close, and that’s when Fuegoleon realized there was a misunderstanding between them.

He was talking about Yuno and his relationship troubles, but she was talking about him!

Fuegoleon opened his mouth to correct the mistake, but hesitated.

Maybe…maybe he wasn’t only talking about Yuno; perhaps, in a way, he was also talking about himself and his own complicated feelings…

Gods and mortals were forbidden to be together; if they were caught then it could spell a lot of trouble for both the god and the mortal. The god could lose everything and be thrown in jail or worse killed, while the mortal would either lose all of their precious memories or worse…

All Fuegoleon knew was Elysia and his life as a god, it was where he was safe and happiest. But after meeting her…he realized he wanted something else, something more, something…exciting.

She had reignited the once extinguished flame in his heart.

“ I think…he should take the risk,” Fuegoleon said quietly as he leaned in close to her as well.

The two leaned in closer…and closer…and closer until finally their lips met in a deliriously sweet kiss that was better than either one could have imagined!

Fuegoleon didn’t know what tomorrow held for them, and at the moment he didn’t care, because no matter what it was; whether it was the Gods of Elysia, or a meddlesome patient, the two would face it together as a couple.

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Thank you all so much for reading, and I hope you all have a good day~!

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sweet-creature101 · 2 years ago

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Kiwi

Summary: Harry and y/n meet after a long time. Harry sees that y/n’s the same yet also very different from the girl he first set eyes on.

famous!harry ; part one

warnings: mention of alcohol, substances, abuse, sex

Harry felt his heart rip to shreds and break apart as he saw he you leave. Albeit he wasted no time in reminding himself that he shouldn’t feel this way. He kept on chanting things like I don’t like her, I don’t like being around her, she’s obnoxious, her head’s too far up her ass.

The real tragedy was that Harry had dated the most affluent of all women, beautiful models and actresses yet he found himself peering at Sarah’s phone everytime it rang, hoping it would be you.

He would dream of you, consciously and subconsciously. It were as if every fibre in Harry’s body told him that he missed you and how your skin felt next to his, and Harry being as arrogant as possible only brushed off the feeling.

Harry wondered about you, where you were and what your were doing at times. He knew you were touring with 5 Seconds Of Summer. He knew you had helped them write their album, Youngblood. Harry had played that album out of curiosity and immediately recognised your work which consisted of youngblood, want you back and empty wallets.

He had fallen into a new and mudane routine, one of checking everyone’s stories and posts on Instagram. Harry happened to check Luke Hemming’s private account, and he saw Polaroid’s of you.

In one, you were naked lying on your stomach as a white blanket only covered you up to the curve your spine, little modesty but enough to cover your ass. In another, Luke had an arm snaked around your waist with a smile etched on his face as you laughed with a hand covering your face. And in the last polariod, your back was against Luke’s chest, his hands around your waist as you lean towards him. It seemed as if your were about to kiss him.

Harry couldn’t sleep that night.

And that’s how the intial steps of engineering Fine Line took place, with sleepless nights and daydreams of you.

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Fine Line in a single word was an absolute and utter success. Harry felt as if he had been catapulted straight into intense limelight and scrutiny. Everything he did was placed under a microscope, although he was used to it by now.

Harry hummed the melody of She, one of his favourite songs in the album. The muse, undoubtedly being you. The pencil in his hand bounced up and down. He was going through some last minute tour arrangements. He was excited to say the least, Love On Tour was coming together and that exhilarated him.

“Be quiet I’m calling y/n.” Sarah told him. Harry hadn’t heard from you in a long time. You had phoned him a few months ago, to congratulate him.

“Hello?” Harry spoke into the speaker of his phone.

“Hi Harry.” You spoke. Harry felt his heartbeat go haywire at the sound of your voice.

“Aah, to what do I owe this pleasure y/n?” He tried his best to sound calm and collected, afraid his voice might betray him.

“Just wanted to congratulate you. You’ve done some great work on the album Harry.” You said, your voice soft and sweet.

“Thank you Love. How’s everything going with you?” He needed an excuse to hear your voice.

“Same old stuff. Play this show, play that show, write this song and write that song y’know. Really need a break.” You muttered, huffing out a breath in annoyance.

“How’s everything with you?” You added.

“Good. Even better now actually that I don’t have someone like you up my ass the whole time. Songwriting without you is less stressful.” Harry said chuckling.

You feigned shock, a very dramatic gasp leaving your lips. “And here I was thinking we’ve begun to tolerate each other.”

“I know; I know. You could be a bit more subtle when it comes to telling me how much you like me y/n.”

“Like you?! Seriously Harry?! I can barely even look at you without hurling my guts out.”

“Why are you calling y/n?” Harry asked Sarah.

“Because Mitch and I want her at the party Haz.” Sarah said rolling her eyes.

Every year, Sarah and Mitch host a Halloween party. The kind of party that never goes the way it’s supposed to go. It ends up with at least one person missing for a few days. The last time it happened to be Harry, who found himself in a motel, five hours away from their place after he sobered up. Funky times, he called it.

“Quiet as a mouse.” He said, pretending to zip his lips.

“Y/n! Lovie how are you?” Sarah spoke, her voice warm and a lovely smile on her face as she heard you speak. “That’s great! Are you free this Saturday?” Sarah spoke. Harry wish the phone were on speaker, he wanted to hear your voice again. “Yes…. No! Yes, it’s a Halloween party; well the Halloween party.” Sarah was quiet for a moment, her eyebrows sinched in understanding. Sarah went quiet for a moment, whispering a “I know it’s hard.” Harry wondered what bothered you. “You can’t wear jeans! Well not unless they’re a part of your costume.” Sarah said rolling her eyes. “Listen listen, slow down! You can stay at my place yeah?”

“Oh my god I love you I love you I love you. See you. Mwah.” Sarah squealed after the phone call ended.

“So?” Harry asked her, a smile of anticipation on his face as he looked at Sarah.

“Oh wipe off that smile off your face. You’re insufferable.” Sarah said rolling her eyes.

“M’not!”

“We all know you like her. So you can stop with this charade.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m talking about that look.” Sarah said raising her eyebrows at Harry who looked at her with wide eyes at her statement. “There is no look.” He huffed.

“No there is. It’s a ‘i miss y/n but I don’t like her’ look”

“No there’s not.”

“There is.”

“She’s rude, obnoxious and an unpleasant person.” Harry said crossing his arms.

“Sure sure, that’s why you wrote a whole album about her.”

“It was only a few songs!”

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The music was blaring and loud. You stood outside Mitch and Sarah’s house, contemplating if you should leave or stay. Truth be told, you were exhausted. You didn’t want to party today, not even in the slightest. You wanted to cocoon yourself and stay away from everyone tonight but Sarah convinced you to come. Even dressing up seemed like a hefty chore.

You got out of the car, muttering a thank you to the driver as you handed him his money. You ran your hands over your dress, a sigh leaving your lips. You had dressed up as a pirate, although it was Vanessa, a good friend of yours who had forced you. You intially planned on dressing up in jeans and a tee shirt.

You push through the crowd, searching for Sarah. You find her near the kitchen island with Mitch and Harry behind her. You feel your heart burn when you set your eyes on Harry. Harry was dressed up as a cowboy clad in hot pink. His arms were bare and he was wearing an open waistcoat, showing off his muscled chest. Sarah spots you and waves you.

“You dressed up!” Sarah says, encasing you in a hug. You hug her back. “Sure did.” You said smiling. Mitch huged you tight and you smile a bit at the gesture.

“That’s the finest pirate booty I’ve laid me eyes on.” Harry said, mimicking a pirate accent. You roll your eyes with a small smile as you hug him. “How’ve you been?” You ask Harry. “Tour is kicking my ass. Excited yet scared y’know.”

“Don’t worry about it you’ll do well.” You said, squeezing his hand lightly as you left the trio to themselves.

Harry noticed something was off. You would’ve retorted back to him. Hell, you would’ve done anything but roll your eyes lazily. He noticed your smile didn’t reach your eyes. You seemed sad and exhausted.

After an hour of talking and drinking Harry decided to look for you. He searched the whole house, up and down and couldn’t find you. He was worried to say the least.

He entered sarahs room, scanned it thoroughly and was about to leave but when he saw you, he felt a tug at his heart. You were in balcony, leaning against the railing with your face in your hands as your body racked with sobs. Harry didn’t know what to do.

“Y/n?” Harry whispered as he entered the balcony. He noticed that you had washed your face bare. There was nothing lining your eyes, only your bare heavy red eyes.

You look at Harry with panic ridden eyes, and immdiately begin to rub away the tears. Harry walks upto you and gently holds your hands in his.

“Hey hey it’s okay.” He shushed you.

“I don’t know why I’m crying. I’m not weak I swear.” You said, your voice heavy and hoarse.

“Never said you were.” Harry replied, holding you in his arms. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I feel like, I don’t deserve this life. I shouldn’t be here, in the place I am today.” You said. You began to cry once more, feeling your chest become heavy.

Once that first tear broke free, the rest followed in an unbroken stream. You bent forward where you stood on the floor, leaning against the balcony and pressing your palms to your face, as you began to cry with the force of a person vomiting on all fours.

Harry felt his heart break even more at your condition. He wanted to soothe you and would even kiss your tears away if that were the price to see you smile again.

“Why do you feel this way Love?” He asked you, tightening his arms around you.

“Because I’ve left behind people.” You said. You couldn’t control your tears.

“I’ve had to do the same y/n. It’s a part of life.” Harry said, your neck buried in chest. You could heart his heart beat through his care chest.

“No no not like that. I gave up on my mom and dad.” You said, squeezing your eyes shut hard. “I left them Harry. I saw them ruin themselves because of drugs and I left them.”

Harry was unsure of what to say. He never expected to hear such a confession from you and in all honesty, you had no clue as to why you were discussing this with Harry. But it felt right to talk to someone about it, especially if that someone was him

“We can go to my place. It’s much more quiet.”

“Okay.”

You sat down in the passenger seat of Harry’s car, looking outside. You were oddly silent. Harry started humming a song to get your attention. You still said nothing. Harry started to sing now. You still said nothing. Harry began to change songs on the radio quickly, one after the other. You still said nothing.

“You look pretty tonight.” Harry said. You only looked at him and nodded. “But the boots y/n, hideous.” He dramatically sighed. “You’ll cause a hole in the windscreen if you keep staring this hard.”

It were as if Harry was desperatly trying to say play with me. You were silent and that’s when Harry decided to pull out the big guns.

“How’s everything with that guy.. Luke Hemmings right?” Harry tried to act clueless. You only rolled your eyes at him.

“What? Broke up with him because he fucked you missionary style?” Harry said, snickering as he remebered your drunken confession.

“Your ass must be jealous of all the shit that comes out of your mouth.” You grumbled. Harry heard the smile in your voice.

“There’s the y/n I adore.” He said, a smile cracking his face.

“Shut up. You’re making too much noise. I can’t even hear myself losing the will to live.” You said as you closed your eyes and laid your head against the back of the seat.

“Great because we’re home.” Harry said as he got out and opened the car door for you. “M’lady.” He said, extending a hand towards you which you took as he led you up the elevator.

You entered the flat and realised it’s still the same. It still smelt of candles and honey. The yellow bean bags lay mushed in the same way and the coffee tables were still dusty. You look around and remembered all the fights, laughter, song writing and mini concerts that took place here. Nostalgia wasn’t very nice to you tonight.

“It’s still the same.” You said, looking around as you stood in the middle. Harry smiled at you. “Never had the time to change it up.” He walked into his room, bringing with him a tee shirt and a pair of boxers. “Thought you might want to change in something more comfortable.”

“Thank you.” You said as you walked into the washroom. You looked at your reflection and reminded yourself to get your act together. You washed your face and tied your hair up in a ponytail and slipped on the tee shirt not bothering to wear the boxers because the tee shirt was good enough at protecting your modesty.

You step outside to see Harry brewing a cup of coffee. He was dressed in a loose tee shirt and a pair of sweatpants. He smiled at you and handed you the cup.

“I’d much rather have whiskey.” You said. Harry raised his eyebrows in amusement.

“Your wish is my command.” Harry said and went to fetch you a glass. “So…” he trailed off as he brought you the glass and drank some from his.

“It was a moment of weakness. Nothing more nothinh less.” You said as you drank.

One glass multiplied to two, two multiplied to four and four came kept on multiplying until Harry had to literally pry out the glass from your hand.

“You’ll have a headache tomorrow y/n.” He said, keeping the glasses away.

“Good thing I know how to handle handle my liquor then.” You said smiling, your cheeks flush and hinted with pink. You lay down on the sofa with a thud and sigh as you stretch your legs.

“You know, I never told you this but Ive always liked coming here.”

“Really?” Harry asked you, his smile gentle and surprised. “Yeah. It’s a good reminder.”

“A reminder of what?” Harry asked you out of curiosity. “That a place away from home can feel like it.”

“This place feels like home?” He asked you, his eyes gentle and warm. “Yeah. I mean, might be the whiskey talking at this point.” You chuckled as you set the glass down.

“I think you’ve had enough.” Harry said.

“Is that a tattoo gun?” You ask, getting up and fetching the tattoo gun. A mischievous smile on your face. “Yes.” Harry said, his eyes wide in uncertainty. “Give me your hand.” You said, as you plugged in the gun into a power outlet. “I don’t think this is a good idea,”

“Shh Harry I know what I’m doing.”

You didn’t know what you were doing.

“Okay.”

You grab the gun and sit across him, thighs touching. You hold his right hand in yours and begin to tattoo half a heart on the outer part of his little finger. Harry watched you intently, brows sinched, your lower lip encased in your teeth as you carefully drew the heart.

“There.” You said once it was completed. Harry looked at you with an incredulous look, “half a heart?”

“Wait a second fuckface.” You said snorting as you the other half of the heart on your left little finger. “Give me your hand.” You said to him. Harry brought his hand next to yours and there it was, a full heart.

“We have matching tattoos.” You said, “wait, we have matching tattoos.” You repeated with a grievous tone. “HARRY WE HAVE MATCHING TATTOOS!” You exclaimed for the third time, bringing your hands to your face.

“You shouldn’t have let me use the gun.”

“You would’ve done it anyways idiot.” Harry mumbled rolling his eyes. “Besides, they’re not that bad if you look at it from a distance.” He said.

“I am pretty good at this though.” You said smugly, a smirk on your face.

“Yeah yeah wipe the smile off your face.” Harry said makinh a face at you that only made you smile wider.

You raise your hand to flick his nose but he catches your wrist in his hand. The smirk on your face faded and Harry looked at you with raised eyebrows as his hand slowly travelled to your elbow, tugging you close to him until you were almost but not fully in his lap.

“Want to try that again sweetheart?”

Everything happened far too quickly. You had lost the ability to comprehend the fact that you had reached such a juncture. You lean in, brushing your lips against his but not kissing. The fingers of your free hand trail the curve of his jaw and settle down at the base of his neck.

Harry chuckled and said “are you holding back Love?”

You look at him with glassy eyes as you remove his tee shirt. Your hands shaking and fumbling with every move. Harry removes your tee shirt hastily as if he were a hungry man begging on all fours for food. He wraps your legs around his torso and dips your backwards until the springs in the sofa begin to squeak. He cups your face in his hand, his thumbs encasing your face carefully. He kisses you. He kisses you until time topples over and you are sweeped by heavy oblivion.

“If you plan on fucking me, do it right now or else get out so I can make myself come.” You said. Harry smirked.

And then, he fucked you. He fucked you hard against the sofa, claiming you as his his. He buried himself in you again and again. Glorifying in the feel of you, your smell, your taste. He fisted his hand in your hand in your hair, holding you in place. Your legs were wrapped around his waist as sinful noises escaped your lips.

Your hands were wrapped around his hair, tugging harshly as you both felt your core muscles tighten. “Oh shit.” You whisper in his ear as you felt yourself uncoil slowly. Harry lolled his head back in his ecstasy as he reached his climax.

“Fuck, you make missionary feel good.” You said completely breathless. “That’s how you deserve to be fucked.” He said kissing you.

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“Oh my God you were fucking amazing!” Sarah said squealing as she hugged Harry.

Harry started touring again and this time, the whole world was familiar with him and his work. He was proud, he was proud of himself and his whole team but he couldn’t help missing you.

Harry and you had a certain arrangement for a while but both of you broke it off perhaps three months ago.

“Harry?” you called his name. Harry looked up at you, his eyes laden with a sheen of lust as he looked at you. “Yeah?” He asked you.

“I think we should stop.”

“Stop?”

“Hooking up i mean.” You muttered as you fiddled with the hem of Harry’s tee shirt you wore. Harry raised his eyebrows at your eyebrows at your words and rubbed his eyes.

“Why do you want to stop? I thought things were good.” Harry said, evidently confused with your behaviour. You had always been bold when it came to telling how you felt and what you wanted so seeing you like this, timid and quiet was a surprise to say the least.

“Look at us. Im wearing your tee shirt to bed, we talk all day, we’re always around each other and what not.”

“Are you afraid you’re going to catch feelings?”

“Yes.”

“That’s ridiculous. You know that i’d never do anything to hurt you.”

“Harry. We’re different people. I don’t want to tie myself down to someone. You have your career ahead of you and I have mine.” You reasoned. Truth be told, you had predicted this conversation months ago.

“I think theres something more to this y/n. Talk to me.”

“There’s nothing beyond what I said.”

“There is.”

“No there’s not.”

“Is it Luke?”

“No.”

“Stop with the curt answers and spit it out.”

“Oh fuck you Harry. I can’t deal with this right now.” You spat at him, visibly frustrated.

“It’s Luke isn’t it?”

“No it’s not. We hooked up a few times and that’s it and you shouldn’t even care. Why don’t you go and kiss Kendall’s ass like you always do.”

“What are you even trying to say? It’s impossible to have a conversation with you, Jesus.”

“You want a girlfriend. I can’t be one. You want someone who’ll kiss you out of the blue and cuddle you. I can’t be that person for you Harry so stop wasting your time with me.”

“Y/n listen to me-”

“Goodbye Harry.”

That was the last conversation he shared with you. He felt his heart clench at remembering the conversation that had taken between you two.

Harry saw Sarah rush to the door with a bright smile on her face. She was about to open the door but turned towards Harry after mumbling “oh shit.” under her breath.

“Harry.” She called out his name, drawing it out. “Yeah?”

“Y/n wants to talk to you.”

“Okay.” Harry felt his heart burn and his palms turn clammy.

“She’s outside.”

“What?” He exclaimed.

“Okay bye.” Sarah said rushing out the door.

Harry saw you stand outside the door, you hair loose and falling into straight waves with your eyes lined with your signature liner. You wore a short black dress that was sinched at your waist and fell losely at your hips with a pair or red cowboy boots.

“Hi Harry.” You said, your voice unwavering as you stood in the doorway.

“Y/n, i didn’t expect to hear from you.”

“Before you say anything, I’m sorry. I was afraid and this is all so new to me. I fucked up i know. I was too caught up on being tough and not letting you in and what not…”

“Y/n it’s fine listen,”

“No shut up and listen to me first. I’m sorry and I like you, fuck I think it’s more than that and it’s important I get this off my chest. Okay you can speak now.”

“Fuck, get over here so I can kiss you.”

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The Fisherwoman Pt 3

Call of duty pirate au outline part 3 (links: part 1, part 2, part 4)

Pirate captain Soap x Former navy officer now pirate first mate Ghost x fisherwoman reader

Welcome to my most recent brainworm :D Enjoy!

Warnings: kidnapping, getting flogged, sleazy guy, death of sleazy guy

You throw yourself fully into work, life exactly as it had been for the past ten years, and yet suddenly so much more empty. You take your mind off it by keeping busy, fishing, knitting, humming and singing when you’re alone to ward off the sickening silence.

One day you’re minding your business at the marketplace, selling your fish, when you see someone that looks like they belonged with the late Shadow crew. You subtly keep your eye on him, and whaddaya know, overhear him grumbling to his partner that “none of this would have happened if Graves had listened to me and not taken the deal with General Shepherd…”

General Shepherd! Good grief that sounds like a big wig name. You file it away for later.

“At least that damn Cap’n Soap and that Ghost of his are right on track to the trap.” His companion mumbles. Your ears perk up even more at that, heart racing and mind going off at speeds unimaginable.

“Damn right. Seems they fell for it hook line and skinker. I just wish we hadn’t lost the whole damn crew for it.” the man scoffs, “Y’think if I complain about it to Shepherd when we report in, he’ll compensate us?”

“Unlikely.”

Well. Now you’ve got a million and one thoughts occupying your mind. After a night of pondering what to do with this information, you decide it’s about time for a long overdue visit to your dear cousin

So you sell your stock, let the neighborhood know you’ll be out, leave a note on the tabe describing your whereabouts in case the two did come home before you did, put on your pretty new boots, holster the new flintlock pistol Simon got you, and hitch a ride with the traveling merchant to the big city a day’s trip out

Your cousin is a captain of his own little passenger ship, ferrying folks between France and England. He also had quite a way with words: where you were a fisherwoman by trade, he knew how to fish for information.

He eagerly welcomed you into his home, and listened intently as you explained the situation. He oohed and aahed at your ring, congratulated you, and got serious as you explained the more delicate details.

“You know what? I betcha Ms. Laswell would know more about that. Why don’t we find her at this event, I’ll introduce you to her, we’ll see what we can learn, and then we’ll go from there?”

“That sounds fantastic, thank you Leo, I knew I could count on you!”

So you go to the event, a little out of sorts but confident for the sake of your husbands. Leo introduces you to a whole selection of people, young and old, man and woman, some in military uniform, others in nobles attire. He lead you to a distinguished woman in a crisp military uniform, her stature sharp and poised.

“Ms. Laswell! How are you this fine evening? Let me introduce you to my cousin,” and so Leo goes on and on, and somehow turns the conversation toward pirates, and from there to the infamous Captain Soap

You learn a lot you hadn’t known that surely must have been known by the wider public and likely wouldnt have been news had you not been from a small town

“Mr. Connell,” Laswell narrows her eyes at Leo, “I know you well enough… what is it you’re fishing for this time?”

“Who, me? Don’t be silly,it’s my cousin who’s the fisherwoman.”

“Yes, well, it was nice to meet you, ma’am, and always good to see you Mr. Connell, but I really ought to get going.”

The event had certainly been a learning experience, as you’d learned a lot about the many different pirate crews on the seas, but most important was learning who General Shepherd was. You’d been able to catch a glimpse of him surrounded by a group of others, and even caught some of the conversation. The man was in charge of putting a stop to piracy, and hated Captain Soap specifically with a passion. He very assuredly stated that soon those pirates shall be no more

None of that helped you figure out how to help your loverboys, but it did give you a starting point on what exactly could be going on out there and the nature of the trap.

Leo suggested you tag along for his trip to France and back, see the sights, relax a little, possibly hear some gossip that might further paint the picture of what’s going on out there. You readily agree.

And as a matter of fact he turns out to be right. General Shepherd’s wife just so happened to be on board. She openly complained about how the man was married to his job and how even with her all he’d talk about was how much he hated those pirates. “But he promises soon they will be no more. He’s going to have them killed at the Cape of Good Hope, you see! Oh, it certainly gives me good hope to finally be rid of those pesky pirates.”

You feel sick to your stomach all of the sudden, and excuse yourself from the conversation by virtue of sea sickness. You don’t get far though

It turns out that being on a ship with a big wig is a horrible idea. Pirates strike at that moment, tearing through the ship, looking for one Mrs. Shepherd. You glance back at the noble and jump to cath her as she faints from the stress of the situation.

Which is how the pirates find you, cradling the limp body of their target. What looks to be their captain haughtily strides in, glares down his nose at you tow, then tells his crew, with a strange accent you don’t recognize “An attendant? Take them both.”

As you’re being taken away, you notice the pirates setting up some sort of charges all over the ship, connected by a wire. Your cousin is slumped against the mast cradling a bloody wound in his abdomen, eyes angry but body unresponsive. A pirate hands a little block to Makarov, the last pirate on the boardwalk. With a press of the button, he returns to his ship, and just as the pirate ship gets some distance from the passenger ship, a quick chain of explosions demolishes the ship and all who were left on it

Which is how you end up on a certain Captain Makarov’s ship, confined to a fairly spacious quarters above deck, but prisoners all the same. You do your best to comfort the hysterical Mrs. Shepherd, even as your own heart is aching with the loss of your cousin and the barely suppressed panic at the entire situation. To those pirates, you are no one. Mrs. Shepherd at least had a chance by virtue of being an important hostage, but you? You’re thought of as nothing more than the lady’s servant. Easily dispensable.

None of the crew care enough to pay much attention to you two though, and that is a small relief. They feed their hostages the bare minimum, then lock the door on their way out.

Well. All but one. One man keeps sending you sleazy glances, but thankfullyhe hasn’t tried anything. Yet. His gaze makes you lad the pirates hadn’t bothered patting you down for weapons. Your pistol was still in its holster, hidden under your skirts.

You and the missus play memory games to pass the time and make the fear feel less overbearing. Sometimes you sing a song to stabilize yourself. Mrs. Shepherd greatly appreciates the sound, though she comments it’s not quite in tune as this one singer she met. Mrs. Shepherd loves to talk and she easily fills the silences with tales of great shows and places she’s seen. You believe a week or so passes in this way.

You have a nightmare, once, waking with a gasp. When the sight that greets your eyes does nothing to alleviate your stress, you close your eyes, curling up with the blanket wrapped tightly around your shoulders. You imagine being within Simon and Johnny’s embrace.

The days become oddly routine.

Until one evening, about an hour after you got your usual dinner, a crewman returns to the quarters. He points a stubby finger at you.

“You. Up. Let’s go.”

Stiffening, you rise and follow the man out. He grabs your upper arm to steer you where he needs you to go. A careful survey of the situation reveals that it seems the ship is partying. Half the men are drunk and the others are either on their way there or busy playing cards, chatting with each other in a foreign language, laughing rambunctiously.

The man leading you guides you right to Captain Makarov himself

“Servant girl.” The captain greets. “My crew tell me your siren song has them enchanted. You must understand, they have not been in a woman’s company in much too long, so the bar truly is very low, but they claim that you have the best singing voice they had ever heard. Sing us a song, servant girl.”

You stiffen, suddenly aware of the many eyes on you. You want to be defiant, to spit in his face and tell him you’re not a servant, least of all to him, but. But you must be cautious. You must be careful. You are dispensable here.

So you sing a song, and then another when asked, and another. Some of the pirates take out instruments and start playing along, the drunk ones warble along with you, and it seems to be quite the jolly experience for the whole crew. But you couldn’t force yourself to relax in this company even if you’d tried. You stand off to the side once no one asks for more songs, quiet as a mouse, as they continue their merry making. You don’t dare move from your spot until the captain give you a little clap, says “Very good.” like you’re a trick dog that deserves a treat, and then a crewman take you back to your prison.

Mrs. Shepherd, of course, wants to know everything that happened. After hearing the retelling, she for some reason gets it into her head that the Captain ust have liked her, and oh how scandalous! But perhaps you could use this to your advantage! And-

You listen to her prattle on late into the night, until she finally falls asleep. You can’t help but wonder if you’re even going to survive this whole ordeal. How stupid of you to have gone on this whole trip. Had you really thought you’d be able to do anything to help your lovers? Where were your boys now? Halfway to their destination? Likely within each other’s arms, Johnny’s deep voice lulling them to sleep. How you wished to have just one more night within their embrace. Would they ever know what happened to you if you died out here?

Cut to Johnny and Simon on the Stalker, yelling at their crew as they fight an oncoming storm. The ship tips dangerously to the right, the crew holding on for dear life to not topple into the waters, and then it rights itself. Waves slosh over the sides of the ship, and bucketfuls of rain hit hard, making everything slick and wet. Simon just barely saves a crewman from falling over the side of the ship, then holds on himself for dear life as the ship tilts again. A ray of moonlight breaks through the clouds. Just a little longer, Johnny thinks as he ties a rope. Knocked off his footing by a sudden wave, Simon starts sliding across the deck. Johnny catches him just in time and pushes both of them into the railing as a barrier between them and the ocean. Just a little longer.

The rain eases up and the waves settle slowly, and suddenly it is like there was no storm at all. A cheer raises up from the crew, the moonlight a gentle reminder that most folks are asleep at this hour. Soon, after checking everything over, everyone settles down for the night.

Simon drags Johnny into bed, both of them exhausted but glad that the worst of the trip is over with. They’re halfway there, and then they could make the trip back home, back into your arms.

“What d’yoo think she’s doin right noow?” Johnny asks tiredly, his eyes half closed in an attempt to stay awake.

“Probably got her guitar out. Singing a song ‘fore bed.” Simon murmurs, eyes already closed.

“Ah miss ‘er”.

“Me too.” Simon sighs, “Soon. We’ll be home soon.”

Soon.

Cut back to Makarov’s ship. The following morning is awfully quiet on deck, but the prisoners’ breakfast is served as usual. Unfortunately, it is served by the sleazy man, who has a disgusting grin on his face. He drops the breakfast off on a table and closes the door behind him as he steps closer. A pit of dread fills your stomach.

“You put on quite the show last night, little girl. Were you showing off just for me?” He closes in on you, cornering you with a hungry gaze. Mrs. Shepherd, who watches this all unfold wide eyed from her seat, starts shouting and screeching for help.

You try to unexpectedly make a run for it, but he is faster, coils an arm around your waist and throws you down onto the floor. Your ears ring for a moment, and he’s already on top of you, his hands scrambling to push you skirt up. You kick him inthe face, your own hands racing up your thigh and taking out your pistol

He only has time to widen his eyes before BANG… and he’s lying on the ground in a puddle of blood

Many feet come racing to the door, and a group of pirates stumble through the doorway, shouting, enraged when they see their fallen comrade. You hardly pay them any mind, trying hard to take deep breaths and not throw up, but your eyes are glued to the now dead man.

In walks the captain, and with one look at the scene, the trembling woman with her skirts hiked up, the gun held loosely in her hand resting on the floor, the dead man- he snarls a command, and his crew dutifully follow it.

The gun is pocketed, the dead man dragged away, and you are forced to your feet and marched out to the deck.

You’re pushed to your knees in the middle of the deck, which is unusually quiet -most men likely hungover and still asleep after the wild night they had. The few men that were up and about had all turned their attention to the current situation. The captain drags your head up by fisting a hand in your hair to meet his gaze.

“Now. I commend you for fighting back. For that, you have my respect.” The captain concedes. The men around boo and holler about injustice. The captain raises his voice. “All of my crew know that what he was trying to do contradicted with a direct order.”

The crew fell silent.

“However.” He lets your hair go. “You killed one of my men, and for that, you must be punished.” With an imperious glance, and a tilt of his head, he shrugs. “Twenty lashes.”

Your breath picks up, but you grit your teeth. You would live through twenty lashes. It would be horrible, and painful, and leave you even more scarred than you already were, but you would live.

They tie your hands to a post in front of you and tear the clothing off your back. You hold up what’s left of it against your chest, to preserve whatever little dignity you have left. You count in your mind in time with the crew.

One.

Pain, bright blinding pain as you’d never known before.

Two.

You lean forward, press your forehead against the post, gasping as the lash tears through your skin, through your muscle.

Three.

A cry of agony is ripped from your trembling form. Your whole body shakes. You would live. You would live. You would live. You repeat it like a mantra.

Four. Five. Six.

Only six! How cruel. How unimaginable. It feels like your back is torn to shreds, like all that remains is your spine and ribbons of what once was skin.

Seven. Eight. Nine.

…would you live? It feels as though there’s nothing left of your back. Nothing more to flay, and yet the lash kept coming, making you sob with each hit.

Ten.

Halfway there. Only halfway. You would not survive it, your jumbled mind pushes. It feels as though by the time they get to twenty lashes they will have carved all the way through you and have left you with a hole in place of a chest.

Eleven.

A pause. A whistle in the air. A crash as a cannonball collides with the deck, carving its way into the wood.

You can do nothing but lay there, curled up in a ball as the pirates on deck abandon you and rush to their defenses, shouting and yelling and feet pounding over the deck. They are not fast enough. Three more cannonballs have burst through the ship by the time the crew have even a semblance of defense up.

The other ship is already boarding, men dressed in Royal Navy uniforms breaching the ship. Bullets whiz by, wood splinters, the shouting continues. You watch with bleary eyes, then curl up once more, trying to even out your breaths, to sweep away the fuzziness that has overtaken your brain from the pain.

You black out.

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