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psalm22-6 · 11 months ago

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June 1907 Century Magazine published a letter said to be addressed to an Italian Count Victor A. Pepe, written by Victor Hugo, and translated into Italian "probably" by Hugo's secretary. The Count's daughter, Countess Rozwadowska, came into possession of the letter, believed to be unpublished, and shared it with the Century Magazine. However, I haven't been able to find out any more about Pepe or Rozwadowska. You will probably recognize the letter in question (which I will put below the cut) as the one Hugo wrote to the publisher of the Italian translation of Les Miserables, M. Daelli of Milan. Perhaps it was first published in English in 1907 but it had definitely been published in French as early as 1890, at the end of the edition of Les Mis published by Émile Testard and I believe it was included in the original 1862/3 edition of the Italian translation, based on a google translate of this auction listing. The last mystery for me is the signature, which doesn't look to me like Victor Hugo's signature at all. The letter was apparently quite interesting to English-speaking readers and I found several newspaper articles discussing its publication. If you know anything else about this letter please share!! I'm sure I've read something else about it...somewhere....

HAUTEVILLE-HOUSE, October 18, 1862.

You are right, sir, when you tell me that Les Misérables is written for all nations. I do not know whether it will be read by all, but I wrote it for all. It is addressed to England as well as to Spain, to Italy as well as to France, to Germany as well as to Ireland, to Republics which have slaves as well as to Empires which have serfs. Social problems overstep frontiers. The sores of the human race, those great sores which cover the globe, do not halt at the red or blue lines traced upon the map. In every place where man is ignorant and despairing, in every place where woman is sold for bread, wherever the child suffers for lack of the book which should instruct him and of the hearth which should warm him, the book of Les Misérables knocks at the door and says: "Open to me, I come for you."

At the hour of civilization through which we are now passing, and which is still so sombre, the miserable's name is Man; he is agonizing in all climes, and he is groaning in all languages.

Your Italy is no more exempt from the evil than is our France. Your admirable Italy has all miseries on the face of it. Does not banditism, that raging form of pauperism, inhabit your mountains? Few nations are more deeply eaten by that ulcer of convents which I have endeavored to fathom. In spite of your possessing Rome, Milan, Naples, Palermo, Turin, Florence, Sienna, Pisa, Mantua, Bologna, Ferrara, Genoa, Venice, a heroic history, sublime ruins, magnificent ruins, and superb cities, you are, like ourselves, poor. You are covered with marvels and vermin. Assuredly, the sun of Italy is splendid, but, alas, azure in the sky does not prevent rags on man.

Like us, you have prejudices, superstitions, tyrannies, fanaticisms, blind laws lending assistance to ignorant customs. You taste nothing of the present nor of the future without a flavor of the past being mingled with it. You have a barbarian, the monk, and a savage, the lazzarone. The social question is the same for you as for us. There are a few less deaths from hunger with you, and a few more from fever; your social hygiene is not much better than ours; shadows, which are Protestant in England, are Catholic in Italy; but, under different names, the vescovo is identical with the bishop, and it always means night, and of pretty nearly the same quality. To explain the Bible badly amounts to the same thing as to understand the Gospel badly.

Is it necessary to emphasize this? Must this melancholy parallelism be yet more completely verified? Have you not indigent persons? Glance below. Have you not parasites? Glance up. Does not that hideous balance, whose two scales, pauperism and parasitism, so mournfully preserve their mutual equilibrium, oscillate before you as it does before us? Where is your army of schoolmasters, the only army which civilization acknowledges?

Where are your free and compulsory schools? Does every one know how to read in the land of Dante and of Michael Angelo? Have you made public schools of your barracks? Have you not, like ourselves, an opulent war-budget and a paltry budget of education? Have not you also that passive obedience which is so easily converted into soldierly obedience? military establishment which pushes the regulations to the extreme of firing upon Garibaldi; that is to say, upon the living honor of Italy? Let us subject your social order to examination, let us take it where it stands and as it stands, let us view its flagrant offences, show me the woman and the child. It is by the amount of protection with which these two feeble creatures are surrounded that the degree of civilization is to be measured. Is prostitution less heartrending in Naples than in Paris? What is the amount of truth that springs from your laws, and what amount of justice springs from your tribunals? Do you chance to be so fortunate as to be ignorant of the meaning of those gloomy words: public prosecution, legal infamy, prison, the scaffold, the executioner, the death penalty? Italians, with you as with us, Beccaria is dead and Farinace is alive. And then, let us scrutinize your state reasons. Have you a government which comprehends the identity of morality and politics? You have reached the point where you grant amnesty to heroes! Something very similar has been done in France. Stay, let us pass miseries in review, let each one contribute his pile, you are as rich as we. Have you not, like ourselves, two condemnations, religious condemnation pronounced by the priest, and social condemnation decreed by the judge? Oh, great nation of Italy, thou resemblest the great nation of France! Alas! our brothers, you are, like ourselves, Miserables.

From the depths of the gloom wherein you dwell, you do not see much more distinctly than we the radiant and distant portals of Eden. Only, the priests are mistaken. These holy portals are before and not behind us.

I resume. This book, Les Misérables, is no less your mirror than ours. Certain men, certain castes, rise in revolt against this book,—I understand that. Mirrors, those revealers of the truth, are hated; that does not prevent them from being of use.

As for myself, I have written for all, with a profound love for my own country, but without being engrossed by France more than by any other nation. In proportion as I advance in life, I grow more simple, and I become more and more patriotic for humanity.

This is, moreover, the tendency of our age, and the law of radiance of the French Revolution; books must cease to be exclusively French, Italian, German, Spanish, or English, and become European, I say more, human, if they are to correspond to the enlargement of civilization.

Hence a new logic of art, and of certain requirements of composition which modify everything, even the conditions, formerly narrow, of taste and language, which must grow broader like all the rest.

In France, certain critics have reproached me, to my great delight, with having transgressed the bounds of what they call "French taste"; I should be glad if this eulogium were merited.

In short, I am doing what I can, I suffer with the same universal suffering, and I try to assuage it, I possess only the puny forces of a man, and I cry to all: "Help me!"

This, sir, is what your letter prompts me to say; I say it for you and for your country. If I have insisted so strongly, it is because of one phrase in your letter. You write:—

"There are Italians, and they are numerous, who say: 'This book, Les Misérables, is a French book. It does not concern us. Let the French read it as a history, we read it as a romance.'"—Alas! I repeat, whether we be Italians or Frenchmen, misery concerns us all. Ever since history has been written, ever since philosophy has meditated, misery has been the garment of the human race; the moment has at length arrived for tearing off that rag, and for replacing, upon the naked limbs of the Man-People, the sinister fragment of the past with the grand purple robe of the dawn.

If this letter seems to you of service in enlightening some minds and in dissipating some prejudices, you are at liberty to publish it, sir. Accept, I pray you, a renewed assurance of my very distinguished sentiments.

VICTOR HUGO.

#les miserables #victor hugo #translation #speculation and mysteries

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jaysficarchive · 25 days ago

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Breakfast at Hecate's

Synopsis: Up and coming popstar Y/N is invited to the home of her idol Hecate Enjo for breakfast.

Inspired by Discord messages with @liyawritesss

If there was ever a time you felt like you were in a movie, it was when she stood in front of the high rise building. Azure Tower was one of the most expensive places to live in the city--and for good reason.

Celebrities, socialites, and many other residents of the Tops all lived here.

You got this, Y/N, you told yourself. You walked in and headed straight to the front desk. The lobby was spotless. Walls made of black marble and sitting areas filled with velvet chairs, state-of-the-art technology for the building's residents to entertain themselves with when lines were long, and gold elevators capable of taking you to the highest floor with no issue. This was the lifestyle of the rich and the famous.

"Good morning, ma'am. How may I help you?" The clerk typed on the computer.

"I'm here to visit someone. Her name is Hecate. You might know her," you reply. You notice some of the other staff looking you up and down out the corner of your eye.

My outfit can't be that bad, you think. And I know my hair looks fine too. Is it because I'm black?

"May I have your name and ID please?"

"L/N Y/N."

Another front desk worker scanned your ID while the clerk quickly typed on the computer. "Enjo Hecate, right?"

"Yes, sir! What floor does she live on?"

"She lives on the 10th floor. I'll let her know you're here." The clerk dialed Hecate's room number while picking up the landline phone. "Miss Enjo, you have a guest here. Would you like for me to send her up?"

Not a second passed when you were given the okay. The clerk gave you her room number before sending you on your way. During the elevator ride, your emotions mixed the more you realized you were about to have breakfast with your idol. Excitement, nervousness, second guessing. Hecate was the same woman whose songs you memorized by heart, whose posters hung in your dorm room, and bought as many magazines that featured her as possible.

Ever since she gave you the invitation after having the pleasure to open for her concert in Madison Square Garden, the day was all you could think about. You spent weeks in advance shopping for outfits, getting your hair done, searching the Internet for the perfect makeup looks.

Once you reached the tenth floor, you started taking deep breaths.

"It's just breakfast," you mumbled as you walked out. "She just invited you for breakfast. Calm down."

"Y/N?"

An embarrassingly loud scream at the sound of Hecate's voice came out your mouth. Not the best way to start this off.

She was dressed nicely when you turned around to look at her. Shiny, voluminous curls tied up and held by a pink ribbon.

"O-oh! Oh my god. I'm, uh, really sorry about that." You try to do damage control, unaware you look a nervous mess right now. "I was, uh, looking for you."

Hecate giggled while smiling. "Follow me."

You followed her towards the back of the hallway, near the end. You could feel your heart pounding the closer you got to her place.

Hecate placed a card onto the scanner. When the light turned green, she opened the door then motioned for you to come inside. Your mouth widened with awe as you stepped inside.

Her penthouse was the stuff of dreams. She was clearly a maximalist yet made it work. The furniture, all different shades of pink, looked like it belonged in Versailles. Chandeliers with real crystals hung from the ceiling. Two plaques, platinum and gold, hung on the walls.

"Woah..."

"We'll be eating on the balcony. Or do you want a quick tour?"

You gladly accepted a small tour of the place. First stop was obviously the living room. Aside from the plauqes, there were pictures of family and paintings surrounded by gold framing hanging on the walls.

"Those plaques are for The Life and Times of a Floridian Princess, right?"

"You are correct. It actually ended up going platinum three times." Hecate led you to the kitchen. Sure enough, it was like the rest of the penthouse.

The walls were painted a dusty pink. Your favorite parts were the painted ceiling and brass faucet with the handles shaped like rose buds.

The dining room was something out of a book.

The balcony not only offered a great view of the city, but overlooked downtown. However, it was the least exciting part. The breakfast in front of you made your mouth water. Homemade pancakes and waffles, three varieties of syrup, orange juice and tea, and more.

"This looks delicious. Give my compliments to the chef."

Hecate giggled, "I am the chef."

"Really? You don't have any help?"

"No. My dad wanted to send me some maids. I told him no."

Hecate poured herself a some tea, probably thinking about her family back in Florida. "I've grown up with them my whole life. I wanted to be able to cook for myself sometimes."

You nodded along while making your own plate. You decided to go with pancakes, hashbrowns, scrambled eggs, and two strips of bacon with a glass of orange juice for now. "Heard your dad's a huge construction guy."

"You heard right," Hecate responded. "He's built a lot of things. My childhood home, our entire neighborhood, buildings in Tampa after hurricanes. He even built this place."

You almost choked when you heard that. "He built Azure Tower?!"

Hecate cut her waffles. "Yeah. City officials paid him handsomely to come and help rebuild after the Zero Reverse. That money could've made him a billionaire if he were a heartless man. He isn't so he invested it back into his workers and company."

You learn something new everyday, you told yourself.

This particular breakfast was the most delicious one you've ever had. The pancakes were buttery with a hint of vanilla, the eggs didn't suddenly become disgusting after not eating them, and the bacon was a perfect combination of crispy and chewy.

"Oh wow. Oh wow."

Hecate smiled, eating her own breakfast.

As the morning progressed, you two discussed a wide range of topics from her personal life to yours to each other's hopes and dreams. The fact a legend asked you to have breakfast with her did not leave you; yet the way she spoke felt like an old friend catching up after a long time apart.

"I heard you write movies," you said, pouring more orange juice into the cup. "Got any you working on?"

Hecate grinned, raising her teacup to her lips. "Why, yes, and I think this is the perfect opportunity for you."

You watched her get up and leave the balcony. Millions of thoughts raced through your head. Hecate wrote scripts for both movies and TV shows in the past. Two of her most notable examples were the heist thrillers Heat and Slow. Which you had the pleasure of seeing during the press tours, in theaters, and at home.

Hecate walked back out with some papers in her hand.

You raised both eyebrows as she set a few pages of script in front of you. Carefully, you read each page, each line. By the time you finished, you were amazed.

This was already a blockbuster and it hadn't even made it to a screen yet.

"So what do you think? It's my newest project, called the Prince of Nightmares." Hecate asked.

"This looks great already. Where's the full script? What do you need me to do? Where do I sign up?" First you had breakfast, now you got to look at her work. Could this day get any better? "Hecate, this sounds amazing."

"Good because I want you on the team."

#;oneshot

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nautiscarader · 2 years ago

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Azure reunion - ch 2

(Ao3)

"We should set up a camp", Ash spoke, squeezing water out of his hat.

"Well, my half is done, let's go". Misty smiled and let him towards her fishing spot.

"So, what have you been up to?"

"There is a Pokémon fishing contest nearby, decided to try some of my lures.", Misty replied. "Of course the whole region around Lake of Rage got so popular ever since Lance caught that stupid red Gyarados of his…"

Misty scoffed, reaching for her backpack.

"Every trainer from the region thinks they will catch a golden Magikarp… But I've done my research and- AAGH!"

Misty shrieked as she turned around and her eyes laid on Ash, causing him to jump in place as well.

"What?!"

"Aargh! You're naked!", Misty screamed, averting her eyes from her disrobed friend.

"Well, you've said that I'm soaked!", he countered quickly, "Gotta dry them by the fire. I have been burned way too many times to use any of my fire Pokémon".

"And besides, I am not all naked", Ash grumbled, "You act like you haven't seen me in my boxers or my swimming trunks before."

Misty turned her head around, still dazed and baffled by the sudden naked figure of her friend. Yes, it was true, she has seen him half-naked dozens of times, but that was when he was ten-, or eleven-year-old boy…

The man she was throwing quick glances at certainly wasn't, unless one would judge him by the motif of his shorts, still dotted in zig-zags of Pikachu's tail. Although not all of those curves were caused by the printing design, Misty realised, causing her to look at the sun setting behind tree line.

"What were you talking about?", Ash's voice caused her to snap back to reality she has trailed off from, and was quite frankly glad to think about anything else.

"Oh, right", she cleared her throat. "While most Pokémon here are Magikarps, believe it or not, I am aiming for a Dratini!"

"Really?"

"Yes, that is because there is evidence that most reservoirs surrounding Blackthorn City are actually interconnected through underground tunnels. And one of those reservoirs is of course…"

"Dragon's Den!", Ash jumped to his feet, "That is where the entrance to Dragon Holy land is!"

"I know!", Misty exclaimed, but her excitement took a detour when her eyes laid upon Ash's naked chest, once more causing her to turn sideways. "Ekhm, I mean, I am glad you follow my reasoning."

Still looking at the lake, she sat on the ground, only occasionally throwing glances at her old friend. While she couldn't call him overly muscular, his chest showed visible traces of physical training, brought by years of travels, made only more pronounced by very few hair dotting his skin.

"If you catch one, it could befriend my Dragonite. And my Dracovish!"

"I am still not sure if that one was put together correctly…", Misty sighed.

"Oh, come on, he is doing his best. And he only nearly decapitated me once."

Misty laughed, her hand brushing with Ash's, promptly causing her to flinch. She hid her flustered face by turning away, wondering why on earth was she suddenly that nervous and easily startled, though deep down in her guts, she knew the answer very well…

"And have you seen any Dratini yet?", Ash continued, seemingly completely oblivious to the effect he was causing to her.

"Well, not yet, but I know they are here."

"How so?"

Misty cleared her throat and with some theatricality reached for her backpack, her lips curling into a triumphant smile as she took a thick magazine.

"It's all because of extensive hydrological studies we have done in the entire area over the course of last year or so."

She handed him the magazine, the type of which he'd often seen on shelves of the many professors and scientists he has befriended over the years. Misty opened it to a bookmarked page and pointed to her name amongst few others underneath a long article dotted with tables and graphs.

"Wow.", Ash gasped, unable to find the right words as his eyes scanned the page. "That looks like a lot of hard work"

"To be frank", she once again hid her flustered face, "I-I haven't done that much, I had just helped with gathering the data…"

"Never imagined you'd be doing Pokémon research…"

"Well, not all of us had time to travel around the world beating every trainer they meet, some of us decided to take care of their future!", she fumed, realising her tone immediately, as Ash's jokey smiley faded away.

"Sorry.", she apologised quickly,"I shouldn't have said that", she lowered her head, burying it against her knees.

"It's okay", Ash scooted next to her, making her look up at him, hearing his warm tone. "I was just a bit jealous, I guess. I am really proud of you! Maybe one day you will help professor Oak!"

"Thanks.",she replied softly, "But it really was just one-off thing, I don't see myself as one in the future…"

She met his apologetic, warm gaze, but immediately had to look down as he handed her the copy of her magazine.

"Oh!", she exclaimed as she packed it back, "Speaking of the future, have you heard about Brock and Olivia?"

"Have I?", Ash scoffed, "They've visited my mom personally to give the invitations."

"Can you believe it? Brock is getting married!", Misty clapped her hands, "After all these years and heartbreaks, he has finally found true love…" she spoke dreamily and swooned over to her side.

"Uh, Misty…"

"And they will have the wedding on the beach!", she continued, excitement in her voice only rising "This is so romantic… I cannot wait to go back to Alola…"

"M-Misty…"

"And he will be a dad too, can you imagine? Olivia must be so proud…"

"Misty!"

"What?"

She turned her head, only to find Ash's face mere inches away from hers, his shoulder being the sturdy thing she was leaning on this whole time. Misty was about to back away, but then she was hit with a new sensation, caused by an unfamiliar smell that made her feel hot, only urging her to breathe in more.

The musky, masculine fragrance that hit her nose intrigued her, as it wasn't just cologne - a fragrance she already did not expect - nor the smell of any Pokémon, but something new that stirred a part of her mind she didn't expect to be stirred at all…

She wanted to ask Ash about it, but fortunately, she couldn't, as her mouth was too busy kissing the lips of the boy she has so foolishly let go so many years ago…

Suddenly, with her eyes closing, that mysterious, intoxicating smell and taste overwhelmed her senses, dulling and muting every other sensations, perhaps aside from touch, when she moved from her safe spot next to him to a much more comfortable one, straddling his laps.

She opened her eyes wide at the same time as he did, never breaking the kiss that channelled their moans caused by Misty nesting herself against his crotch and what she was exerting more and more pressure on, feeling every twitch of his.

But at some point she had to break the long-overdue kiss, not only to breathe, but also to let her top slide over her head. And once it did, she was reconnected with an even more bewildered and wide-eyed expression, as Ash was mesmerised by her perky breast, jiggling softly just inches away from his lips.

"M-Misty…!", he raised his voice and met her eyes as the gym leader leaned forward, gently pushing him to his back.

"What?", she asked, unsure of his tone, "Wait, you're not going to tell me those are the first breasts the World Champion has ever seen?"

#pokeshipping #aaml #aamr #lemon #nautiscaraderfics #+

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badbishop999 · 4 months ago

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How Lake Naivasha Became a Tourist Hotspot

Nestled within Kenya's Great Rift Valley, Lake Naivasha has risen from a tranquil freshwater lake to a renowned tourist destination celebrated for its natural beauty, diverse wildlife, and cultural significance. But how did this picturesque gem achieve its fame? Let's delve into the factors that propelled Lake Naivasha into the spotlight:

1. Natural Beauty and Scenic Landscapes: From its crystal-clear waters reflecting the azure sky to the surrounding lush greenery and the backdrop of the Rift Valley escarpment, Lake Naivasha's natural beauty is simply breathtaking. The serene ambiance and picturesque landscapes have drawn artists, photographers, and nature enthusiasts seeking to capture its mesmerizing allure.

2. Rich Biodiversity and Wildlife: Lake Naivasha boasts a wealth of biodiversity, particularly its avian residents. With over 400 bird species, including iconic African fish eagles and vibrant flamingos, the lake has become a haven for birdwatchers from around the globe. Additionally, the presence of hippos, giraffes, zebras, and other wildlife adds to its allure, offering visitors unforgettable wildlife encounters.

3. Historical and Cultural Significance: Historically, Lake Naivasha has been inhabited by local communities such as the Maasai and Kikuyu tribes, whose cultural traditions and practices are intertwined with the lake's existence. These communities have preserved their cultural heritage, offering visitors insights into traditional lifestyles through cultural tours, handicrafts, and storytelling.

4. Adventurous Activities: The proximity of Lake Naivasha to Hell's Gate National Park enhances its appeal to adventure seekers. The park offers opportunities for hiking through scenic gorges, cycling amid volcanic landscapes, and rock climbing amidst towering cliffs. Boat safaris on the lake provide tranquil journeys to observe wildlife and explore its islands.

5. Geothermal Attractions: Nearby geothermal features, including hot springs at Olkaria Geothermal Spa, add another dimension to Lake Naivasha's appeal. These natural springs provide therapeutic bathing experiences amidst stunning vistas, attracting wellness seekers and those looking to rejuvenate in natural surroundings.

6. Flower Farming Industry: The fertile soils around Lake Naivasha have nurtured a thriving flower farming industry, producing a significant portion of Kenya's cut flowers for export. Visitors can tour these flower farms, marvel at fields of colorful blooms, and learn about sustainable agricultural practices.

7. Conservation Efforts: Lake Naivasha has benefited from conservation efforts aimed at preserving its natural ecosystem and wildlife habitats. Sustainable tourism initiatives promote responsible travel practices, ensuring that future generations can continue to enjoy the lake's beauty and biodiversity.

8. Accessibility and Tourism Infrastructure: Located within a few hours' drive from Nairobi, Kenya's capital city, Lake Naivasha is easily accessible to domestic and international tourists. The development of tourism infrastructure, including lodges, campsites, and guided tour services, has facilitated visitor experiences while supporting the local economy.

9. Cultural and Ecological Education: Educational institutions and research organizations have recognized Lake Naivasha as a valuable ecological and cultural resource. Studies and educational programs focused on its biodiversity, water quality, and socio-economic impacts contribute to its global recognition and conservation efforts.

10. Global Recognition: Over the years, Lake Naivasha's natural beauty, biodiversity, and cultural significance have been showcased in travel magazines, documentaries, and international media, further boosting its profile as a must-visit destination in Kenya's Rift Valley.

In conclusion, Lake Naivasha's journey to fame is rooted in its stunning natural landscapes, rich biodiversity, cultural heritage, and diverse array of activities that cater to all types of travelers. Whether you seek adventure, relaxation, or cultural immersion, Lake Naivasha invites you to explore its wonders and discover why it remains a cherished destination in East Africa's Great Rift Valley. Plan your visit and embark on an unforgettable journey to experience the magic of Lake Naivasha firsthand.

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qnewsau · 6 months ago

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Torremolinos: Spain's small city with a big LGBTQIA+ heart

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Torremolinos: Spain's small city with a big LGBTQIA+ heart

On the sun-drenched southern coast of Spain lies Torremolinos – a small city with a history of LGBTQIA+ liberation.

It has long been a haven for travellers seeking sun-soaked adventures and acceptance.

A long queer connection

The town went from a sleepy fishing village to an international destination in the 50s and attracted artists, musicians and of course, a healthy dose of queer visitors.

This saw the first gay bar Tony’s open in 1962. This happened while homosexuality was still a crime under Franco’s conservative regime. More venues popped up and the town developed its own gay village called La Nogalera.

It thrived until it was raided during Franco’s rule in Spain’s version of Stonewall. After disappearing for some years, it has again found its glory and is very much a top LGBTQIA+ destination.

Current day Torremolinos

But what exactly makes this coastal paradise of just 68,000 residents a must-visit destination?

For starters, Torremolinos boasts a calendar brimming with LGBTQIA+ events that cater to those particular into the hirsute.

There is Gay Pride in May, Torremolinos Bear Week in July and Mad Bear Beach Festival Torremolinos in August.

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But bear and pride events are just the tip of the iceberg in Torremolinos’ vibrant LGBTQIA+ scene.

The village plays host to a variety of drag shows, cabaret performances, and themed parties throughout the year, ensuring there’s never a dull moment for visitors looking to let their hair down and embrace their true selves.

What else is on offer?

Yet, amidst the glitter and glamour, Torremolinos remains grounded in its natural beauty, boasting pristine beaches, azure waters, and breathtaking vistas that provide the perfect backdrop for sun-soaked escapades.

Add in the Spanish food and wine plus a vibrant nightlife and this is a small place that covers everything you need for a holiday.

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In Torremolinos, diversity isn’t just tolerated; it’s celebrated with open arms. Whether you’re a burly bear, a fabulous queen or anything in between, you’ll find a home away from home in this coastal paradise.

So, pack your swim trunks, dust off your dancing shoes, and prepare for an unforgettable adventure in Torremolinos—a town where bravery acceptance, and bear hugs reign supreme.

2024 events

Torremolinos BearFest 17-21 July

MAD.BEAR Beach 9-19 August

Make 2024 your year to visit Spain! Visit spain.info to find out more, down the LGBTQIA+ brochure or speak to your travel agent.

Read next:

Spain: The top five LGBTQIA+ places to visit

The Spanish pride events not to miss in 2024

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d03 · 9 months ago

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Kion's Journey chapter 3

A wip sci-fi action story about chasing the truth. Read chapter 1 and 2 for full context. Any feedback is appreciated.

Chapter 1

https://www.tumblr.com/d03/722127513704333312/revised-thief-with-azure-skin-an-action-sci-fi?source=share

Chapter 2

https://www.tumblr.com/d03/742101666018492416/kions-journey-a-wip-sci-fi-action-story?source=share

Chapter 3

Kion packed his things. He bought himself a magazine and book to stave of boredom through his long journey. Kion didn’t care for reading, but a book had caught his attention, the self biography of General Zyre. A real war hero who had fought in every conflict that his fledgeling birth nation was involved in and had gotten popular while doing it.

Kion sped through the desert in his jeep. Psynov paid more than Disareta had promised, though the job had cost him something he could never buy back. However it did allow him to live comfortably for a couple of months. Beyond that he was glad to have the jeep through his desert journey, Psynov and his troupe had sold it to him since they were leaving the planet. In short Psynov wanted to know how “Babel” schematics had left his home planet. Kion for his part just wanted to interrogate the crooked man. Though first, he had to have a hazard suit, to protect him against the shredding winds of the hazard zone. His plan was simple, drive to the town of Aregai, buy a hazard suit, and then search for the research station. His plan would likely take several weeks to fulfil, but it was the best path foreward.

When Kion reached Aregai, he found the city silent. The modern, refined streets and buildings seemed to harbour no life. “where is everybody?” Wondered Kion as he drove through the desolate streets.

*Thud* A sudden noise that echoed through the empty streets, Kion looked at his back mirror and was met by the sight of a woman lying limp on the street. She wore a black crop-top and leather pants. Kion rushed out of his jeep. Her crimson skin marked with bruises and wounds. Kion kneeled down and lifted up her up. Her lithe body was modest in size, but you couldn’t mistake her for a young girl due to her defined muscles and battle scars. He placed her on a bench. Shortly after, Kion was horrified when he looked at his hand that had been on the back of her head. It was stained in her red blood.

“Doctor! Doctor! I NEED A DOCTOR” he screamed, his voice ringing through the desolate streets. Kion carried her to a convince store, hoping to find any medical supplies. Kion was shocked when he found every shelf was empty. To make matters worse, a siren blared, which was followed by the shrill voice of a woman delivered through speakers.

“Land-lovers, forfeit yer belongings t' the great pirate xaptain Red or face death!”

The voice blared through the city. Kion docked underneath the counter with the woman. His breathing became heavy with anxiety and his mind raced with questions: Who were these Pirates? Why we're there pirates in the middle of a desert? Why am I so unlucky? Kion’s face went pale, as he heard the automatic door slid open, and the sound of two pairs of clanking boots entered the building.

“I saw him come in here, I spotted him with the spyglass.”

“Yer eyes better nah 'ave betrayed ye. I don’t take kindly t' wastin' me time” It was the same female voice from before, though less distorted. Kion crept further into a corner, hoping against hope that he would disappear or become invisible. The sound of clicking boots came nearer and nearer, until the sight of two gruff looking boots met Kion. “peekaboo!” Said the pirate as he peered under the desk, though he didn’t manage to say much more, since kion punched him. The pirate was sent back, dropping his gun and curved sword. Kion leapt out from under the counter. He would escape! He would save this woman! All those hopeful thoughts disappeared as Kion heard a *click*, someone has turned their safety off.

“Give me one reason I shouldn’t blow your head off”, the voice was shrill, Kion assumed this was the Captain Red. Kion turned around, trying to not alarm the captain.

Catain Red lived up to her name, wearing a long gold lined maroon duster that reached her feet. Out of the jacket poked an imposing scabbard that held a large curved blade. On her head was a oversized tricorn hat, that casted a large shadow on her face, the only visible facial feature was her toothy grin.

“She needs a doctor.”

The pirate didn’t look impressed.

“Do ‘ya expect me to cry”

Her plasmator, an illegal and volatile handgun, was charging up. Kions mind flooded with ways to somehow escape. Tackle her? Run away?

“Iknowwherefloodexists” said Kion, the words leaving his mouth like a freight train. Those jumble of words seem to interest the captain. Captain Reds grin grew wider, she took the intercom fastened to her duster, the cabel hanging limp.

“Listen, scallywags, prepare fer flight. Ive found a clue t' the greatest loot o' all.”

He had been dragged to the pirates ship’s prison cell soon after, Kion was already regretting his confession.

He had recognised the ship from the book about General Zyre, it was a Throne-class air ship which had disappeared several years prior. How did a wannabe pirate manage to steal one of the planets most dangerous air ship?

The holding cell was dingy, it was clear that it wasn’t common for these pirates to take prisoners. Moreover Kion could see out of his bars that a man was entering the room, alongside the clacking of a cane. The man seemed old, his face covered in wrinkles.

“who are you?”

“Don’t worry I’m not some torturer, just an old guard.”

He threw Kions personal belongings into the cell, before slumping down on a chair.

Kion rummaged in the bag with his belongings, trying to find his lockbreaker.

“You won’t find that dohicky, in there, just your books and clothes”

“So how long until I walk the plank?”

“heh, heh, my captain wants to talk to you first, before she makes any fatal decisions. If it gives you any peace of mind, she quite liked the little scene you caused at Fran Arx’s place.”

Kion grabbed the General Zyre memoir, reading it to better his mood, though his mind still wandered about the fate of that women.

“I never caught your name, oldie”

“The name is Veha, I know surprising isn’t it?”

Those words made Kion curious.

“Were you a big-shot in your youth?”

“heh, heh ,you must be newcomer to this planet, heh, heh”

A familiar sound descended into the chamber, high-heeled boots sauntered down the stairs.

Captain Red bend down to be in eye level with Kion, who was sitting down on the cold hard floor. Her face was smeared in a smug, self-satisfied attitude.

““so ready t' tell me about flood or must I go through yer lady-friend?”

Those words sent a bolt through Kion, he sprang up, and gripped onto the metal bars. His face was mere inches from hers, the metal bars inhibiting his violent intent.

“What have you done with her?!”

“calm now, I’ve set her up in a nice galleon in the infirmary”

Kion calmed.

“I jus' needs t' tell me all ye know about flood or else shell stay thar”

“All I know is some cyberhole with a mask has the flood schematics. I also know that hes hiding in the quarantine zone, probably researching how he can recreate flood.”

Her smile broadens, revealing a row of sharp teeth.

“how fortuitous, we be already headin' towards the quarantine zone t' hide. Now jus' t' find that research base, that barnacle bastard be hidin' in. Those schematics will fetch a high price on the black market.”

She turned towards the exit, with an exaggerated swagger that sent her coat swooshing in the air.

“Oh, besides, second mate Vahe, set 'im free, hes part o' the crew now. If 'tis a trap, then he be gonna be trapped wit' us”

Kions eyes went wide, when did he say yes to being part of this madness. Vahe opened the cell door with no care in the world, and handed kion a bandana.

The red bandana had the white silhouette of a laying woman who was holding her head and crossing her legs (mimicking some saucy pose) emblazoned on it. By putting this bandanna he would join this misfit band of mischievous pirates.

“I’m not sure if I can wear something this dirty”

“What, don’t like the appearance of our dear captain?”

Kion blushed as he realised that the white in the silhouette was supposed to be the bare skin of his captor.

“You should worry more about preparing for the raid”

“I can hold my own, I’m a former bodyguard”

“Former?”

“My.. ugh.. client disappeared..”

“Sounds like she needed a better bodyguard, heh, heh, heh”

Vahe lifted himself out of the chair, his limbs creaking as he took off his large poncho. What seemed to be a large metal wristband was fastened on one of his arms. Vahe fingers traced its surface before finding his target, a button. A large serrated blade sprang forth from the wristband, the blade extending out from his arm.

“If you can make it past me, you’ll get a top spot in the cafeteria, where you’ll get all the prime bits. Got it?”

Kion was hesitant, he didn’t want to hurt this frail old man, but the rumbling of his stomach convinced him otherwise. Kion lunged forward, intending to tackle Vahe off his feet. Kion knew he was faster than any strike the geriatric could dish out, so it was all the more surprising when he saw the serrated blade mere inches from his eye.

Kion inched away from Vahe, wondering how this feeble old man had thrusted the blade so fast.

“Heh, heh, heh, still got it. Now I would hate to see your poor body get squashed, so why don’t we train a little?”

Kion nodded yes, still a bit embarrassed from his recent humbling.

“i’ll just get a extra arm-blade from my room, you just stay here”

Kion was left to his own devices, he flipped through a cheap celebrity gossip magazine to calm his nerves. While Kion had bought the magazine for the trip, he hadn’t touched it before now. Kion flipped through it, before reaching “the list of high class disappearances”. It included the usual suspects, but one picture caught Kions attention. She was number 6, the owner of MEK industries. MEK was one of the largest weapons manufacturing companies on the planet, well until she disappeared out of the blue. What intrigued Kion was not the story but picture accompanying it. There was something familiar about the young female CEO, a shocking realisation set in Kion.

“that would certainly explain how she get ahold of a throne-class ship.” Mumbled Kion to himself

Kion put the gossip mag away when he heard Vahe coming down the stairs.

“Well kiddo, are you ready for your training?”

Vahe tossed him a large clunky wrist guard. Though Kion found it primitive and rustic, he had learned from the old man not to judge from appearances. He would accept it, since it would carve his way towards Flood. Kions fingers hovered over the rough scrap metal surface, before finding the button. The wrist guard trembled, kion strikes it, in the hopes it would work faster. The blade sprang forth almost cutting Kions fingers off. Afterwards Kion ran his fingers down the blades surface, it was rough made more for function than form. Kion felt a little awkward since the wrist blade made his arms feel unbalanced. A satisfied smile broaden on Vahe’s face as Kion followed his instructions, moving into the required combat stance with slow precision.

“Ive want you to take a few swings, to get ya used to the weight”

“When are we gonna spare again?”

“Heh, heh, heh, the raid is gonna be your sparing session! So we better start training techniques”

Kion jabbed with the bladed weapon, feeling it cut through the air. Kions arm felt tired because of the burden of the bulky wristguard.

raised off the floor.

“Now kid we will train what I have dubbed the “Blade cyclone” “

Vahe went to the other end of the room, before jumping forward with surprising swiftness. He managed to spin around while in mid air. The tip of his blade made contact with the wall, drilling into the wall. Vahe came to a stop and landed on the ground, he looked up at the crater he had created on the wall.

“Now you try”

“O-okay”

Kion leaped foreward, before falling on his face. The dinner bell rang out in the lower halls before Captain Reds voice broke through the intercom, her voice was latent with false confidence.

“Me mates I can sadly nah join this feast. Plannin' the raid takes priority, but I allow ye t' start the feast without me”

Kion and Vahe made their way to the eating hall, a long table had a basket filled with bread and cutlets. The table was lined up with occupied chairs, though a seat at the end where left empty.

“Kiddo I’m gonna have to leave you to the riffraff since ya lost to me.”

Vahe shuffled to the long end, while Kion had to sit between two massive pirates where he was squished by their impressive bulk.

A large pot filled with soup was placed on the table. Vahe was granted the first pick dipping his ladle deep into the pot, fishing out plenty of meatballs and soup.

“hey! Shouldn’t you leave some for the rest of us?”

One of the large men turned his head towards Kion.

“Thats just how we do things around here, our captain says only the best get the best”

Kions eyes widened as he saw how the other pirates plundered the soup and basket until it was his turn. Nothing more than flavoured water could be found in the pot when it arrived to Kion. The baskets with cutlets and breads, had also been reduced to near nothing. What Kion could scrounge up almost didn’t fill his stomach. Kion left the table, intending to confront the Captain. The sounds of mirthful banter dissipated as Kion moved closer to the Captains quarters. A large plaque above a decorated door read “Great Captain Red!”, Kion had found his target. The door creaked open, Kion letting himself in.

“Knock! I’m only in my underwear!”

Kion covered his eyes, only to realise he didn’t see anything lascivious. What he saw was captain Red in bright red long johns. The captain looked quite different then Kion was used to, her hair had become wild with knots. Furthermore a pair of reading glasses had found themselves on the bridge of her nose. She was getting up from her seat, moving past her desk where the battle plan were strewn across.

“Talk about overreaction”

“Its just this damn raid” She said banging her fist against the hard wood table, making small figurines jump in the air. Kion noticed a half full bottle of liquor next to the desk. Another thing Kion noticed was that she had dropped her pirate accent, speaking now with a delicate dialect.

“Isn’t it simple? Just point the ships weapons at the base and make them give you the schematics”

“No, no, no. I know those bastards, they probably have dozens of escape routes. We gotta hit them hard and fast”. Kions interest was piqued, how did she mean by them? It was time to ask his question, the reason he came in here.

“What did you to the ceo of MEK industries and how do you know about Flood?”

Her hands moved to her waist, seeming to reach for her non existent weapons. Red sighed, looking up at Kion. She went back to her desk, settling in her chair.

“hihihi… I’m only gonna tell you because your already marked for death, since you know about Flood.”

“The ceo, her name Puroji, was once invited to a meeting with some other weapons manufacturing moguls. Thereafter two men came in, one with a crow mask the other with a blank mask. He spoke about creating the war and new war weapons to sell. Puroji couldn’t believe what she was hearing, and how many of her colleagues were agreeing with these mad men. Many were seduced by promises of money, not caring for the death toll, and others just saw it as speeding up the inevitable. Puroji was disgusted by the proposal and rushed out, but she knew they wouldn’t let her live with the knowledge of their plan. To stay safe she would need to disappear, but being powerless wasn’t her style. So she decided to steal one of the Throne-class ships her company was producing. It wasn’t hard t' find outcasts t' hire t' be in me pirate crew.”

“ ”Me”? ”

“excuse me fer spoilin' the twist. Me 'n Puroji are one 'n the same””, Reds grin grew wider.

“So theres no damsel to rescue, just a wannabe pirate. Do you really trust your pirates won’t steal Flood for themselves?”

“Thats where ye come in” said captain Red and fiddled with some of the figurines, so that a red and blue one where in a white circle, “While my crewmates plunder the base, my elite cadre will find the schematics and destroy them. The elite cadre will include those I’m sure wouldn’t steal the schematics for themselves”

“Your gonna do something to that woman, if I decline to be apart of your “elite Cadre” ?”

“HAR, you know it”

“Where might the plans be hidden? Beside what are you gonna do about the fact they can hide in walls?”

Red looked more nervous now and shifted around several figurines.

“well.. that part be still a work in progress”

“Good luck captain, I… trust you.”

“you can just call me Red.”

Kion went out.

Red looked up from her battle plan and figurines with a faint smile, making Kion stop at the doorframe.

“Also I expected you to be taller, even without the boots”

When Kion returned to his cell, he was met by Vahe.

“Took ya long enough, now we will practice blade cyclone again”

Kion went into the combat stance, his right hand lowered to his waist, while his left hand was level with his neck. Kion raised his leg, his toes touching the floor while his heel was raised from the floor. He crashed again, nevertheless He pulled himself back and leapt forwards once again, managing to spin around before crashing to the ground. This sequence repeated 5 five times, Kion only making incremental progress.

“Heh, buddy, Maybe its time to give it a rest?”

“No! If I can’t do this, then how will I save her?”

Kion stood upon shaky legs, Vahe looked solemn noting that this is sixth attempt at the “Blade Cyclone” Kion had made. Kion was bruised from the many falls. For a sixth time, Kion leapt and spun. To Vahe’s surprise Kions blade managed to make contact with the wall, making a small dent before he crashed to the floor. Kions legs had given out, unable to move even an inch. Vahe lifted him to his bed.

“Rest up, tomorrow is show time”

The next day was ushered in with Reds screeching voice echoing through the telecom system, instructing everyone to enter the dinning hall. The hall was filled with the entire crew of the ship.

“Listen up, wimps! We’ll be conductin' a lightin' raid on a base filled wit' eggheads. Our scouts 'ave confirmed camps around the research base, likely containin' some serious muscle. The ship will blast holes into the east, west wing 'n the main body o' the base. Ye will use sky skimmers t' enter inside the wings while me group enter the main body. When ye’ve boarded take any weapons research ye can find 'n get out handsomely.…”

A large hairy hand had raised in the crowd.

“Who will go with you?”

“ I was jus' about t' announce that. Me elite cadre will o' course include first mate Vahe, newly promoted third mate Maka, 'n the scallywag who tipped me off t' this booty Kion!”

Each name was met with roars.. well all except for Kions. Kion wondered who Maka was, he must have done something impressive to be promoted. Maka rose from the crowd, a large bandage stuck to his nose, he lifted his large curved sword. “ooohh, Maka was the guy I punched..that might cause trouble” Thought Kion. The pirates walked to their stations, some staying onboard the ship while others ran through crowded halls to reach their air-skimmer stations, anxious to take off. They all wore their protection suits, all fearing the coarse winds of the quarantine zone.

A tall man in heavy dark armour went to kion, placing his armoured glove on his shoulder. Kion turned around to face the stranger.

“Heh, heh. Don’t recognise your teacher?” Said Vahe

“What?! Why do you get to have super suit?”

“It helps my joints, you don’t need any mobility help”

Kion was led with Reds other companions to where their sky skimmers awaited for them. Kion had never seen a sky skimmer before. They were rudimentary built, there were straps for the riders feet and handle to steer the wiry vehicle. There was small thrusters situated under the glider wings.

“How do you control one of these things?” Asked Kion looking for any way to start the engine.

“Its jus' a bigger version o' the gliders ye played wit' as a sprog” said Red

“As a kid?”

“Yarr, yer nah from this planet. Well don’t worry, its so simple even sprogs can control 'em”

The sky skimmers were a solid metal grey, exempt for Captain Red which had gold handle bars and whose edges were gilded with gold. Kion couldn’t help, but take a quick look Mako’s nose, a feeling of regret welling in him. Makas nose had swelled, the bandage struggling contain his damage.

“Uhm… Sorry about that. No hard feelings?” Said Kion and extended his hand.

“If I hadn’t spotted you and gotten socked in the face, I wouldn’t have gotten this promotion. Heck, I should be thanking you!” Said Maka and shook Kions hand, encasing Kions hand with his own. Red settled into her sky skimmer, before reaching for her telecommunication device.

“Ready up proud beauties, we be descendin' in ten seconds!!!”

Kion rushed to strap himself on the glider, he traced his hands around the handle searching for a throttle.

“KION IF YOU WANT TO TURN IT ON YOU HAVE TO-“ Shouted Vahe before being drowned out by the sound of rushing wind, the hanger door having been opened. Kion fell, holding on to the handle for dear life, his knuckles turning white from the effort. Kion could feel the wind rushing past him as he saw missiles fly towards the research base making their entrance. He was hurtling at the research base in rapid speed, he needn’t to do something now! A panicked Kion pressed every surface on the handle looking for a way to run on the thrusters. The sky skimmer rolled in the air and soon out of control. The heavy winds pushing and shoving the small craft. Kion noticed that Red was leading the charge, right ahead of him. Kion shimmied his feet of the straps and let go of the handle, letting him free fall. Kion dove through the air towards Red like a meteor. Soon Kion crashed into Red’s back with a sudden *thud*. Afterwards Kions arms hooked under the surprised Reds arms, while clinging to her for dear life.

“Shiver me timbers- Someone likes thar cap'n” said Red with a slight blush, Kion for his part was more focused on not plummeting to his death. They landed in the research station, rubble and panicking scientists strewn about. Maka grabbed a scientist with his burly hand.

“Good done, third mate. Now t' begin questionin'.” Red unsheathed her curved blade, which cackled with charged electricity. She pointed the tip at the scientists throat, illuminating his masked face.

“Can ye help be wit' directions t' yer boss?” Asked Red in a sing-song tune

“He’s.. he’s down the stairs, to the left”

“Ya know wha'? Let’s jus' take ye wit' us” a mad grin spread across her face as her cadre of miscreants rushed through hallways and down the steps. The stairs led down to a clear hallway. Their feet tapping against the glass floor as they made their way to the other end. Outside they were met by the sight of what seemed to be a half constructed cannon. Kion thought it looked familiar.

“Sink me! They 'ave already begun construction! They must 'ave been hoardin' materials..”

“At least it can’t cause trouble if its underground.”

“Thats the trick! They’ve likely made a false openin' above ground, so Flood can be lifted or elevated to the outside.”

“Hay, this door won’t budge. It needs a keycard” Maka was banging the door at the end of the hallway. All the pirates turned their gaze towards their hostage.

“I.. I never had clearance, beyond here, I swear!”

“Well looks like I have to give this back.” Said Red and tossed Kion’s lock breaker to him. Kion looked it over, searching for any damage to the device.

“Stand back, I need space to work.”

Kion knelt down, the lock breaker sending radio signals meant to disrupt the doors locking system. What Kion hadn’t noticed was Maka was getting nervous and had decided that whatever Kion was gonna do was gonna taking too long.

“Move aside!” Screamed Maka, as he charged towards the door. Kion was knocked aside by Maka’s impressive bulk, which brought down the thick door. Inside they found an immaculate, clean office space. The crooked masked man was sitting at his desk, which was lined with rows of screens and processors. Thereafter Maka grabbed the crooked man and pinned him against the wall.

“Where is your boss!!” Roared Maka, though the crooked man seemed less than impressed by his attempt at intimidation. Red stepped beside Maka.

“I love your spirit, But let the professionals handle interrogations.” Red pulled out her plasmator, it was already humming with energy.

“Won’t you be nice, and give us the schematics?” She said with a wicked smile.

“Its in my right desk draw, lowest department” said the crooked man, his voice calm as a sea breeze. Kion moved to the desk and opened the drawer where he found a data stick. Anxiousness was seeping into Kion, all of this was too easy.

“Any copies?”

“The encryption prevented us, all we could do was move the digital schematics”

“Heh, we got lucky today.. Kion why are you sweating?”

Kion saw as a red figure crept out from above, sliding off a ceiling panel. Before any noise could escape Kion, a bullet flew out of the figures wrist. The bullet tore through Maka’s neck, his body slumping over, the crooked man slipping out of his now cold limp grip.

Everyone was stunned as two crimson figures crawled out of the ceiling. They were clad in form fitting crimson outfits, their faces obscured by green plexiglass, only the silhouette of their pitiless eyes were visible. The two crimson clad bodyguards jumped on the desk. Standing still, they could be identified as man and a woman and that metallic wings were attached to their backs. The remaining cadre was paralysed in fear.

“I remember MEK made those suits, but they be designed fer extraction nah combat”

A smug laugh left the crooked man.

“Puroji, My bodyguards requested some improvements”

Kion for his part could only stare at Maka’s corpse.

“Snap out of it! If We wanna make it out of here, you’ll have to see two more” snapped Vahe

Much to the surprise of everyone the body guards began to play rock-paper-scissors. The female bodyguard won with the decisive use of scissors.

“HAH I WON, now Angel provide support, while I slaughter them!”

Katars humming with electricity slid out of her wrists. Her metallic wings unfurled as she leapt towards Vahe, aided by the thrusters on her wings. The crimson bodyguard collided into Vahe, but managed only to move him an inch. Cold black steel met electrified blades in an intense struggle. Vahe’s blade sprang from his armoured arm, before he swung it at his opponent. The bodyguard jumped away, leaving with only a scratch on her reinforced chest plate.

“Its really you. The great Vahe, knight of valour, a founder of this very nation. Let it be known that Crimson Valkyrie ripped you into pieces!”

A flurry of blow bound towards Vahe, who deflected them with his arm blade. Each blow deflected heralded another viscous blow. Kion was overwhelmed by the speed of their attacks. Vahe was launched backwards by a burst of shots flying through his hip, launched from Angel. Red and Kion hauled Vahe into the corridor in a hasty retreat.

“Good done Angel, but I reserve the kill”

“Captain, let go of me, you have to escape!”

Kion stepped between the bodyguards and Vahe, his blade springing forth from his arm blade.

“You can kill this one, Angel”

Angel flew forth and launched a barrage of stabs, Kion unprepared to stop any of them. Each strike carved into Kion’s quarantine suit, before cutting away at his bare flesh. Nevertheless Kion’s mind was undeterred by the pain, focusing only on blocking and dodging of Angel’s assault, but many strikes slipped past his defence. Tired out, Angel stepped back, expecting Kion to keel over. On the contrary Kion stood, undaunted by his wounds, almost daring Angel to try again.

“You must admit… Blocking a quarter, ain’t bad for a first try”

“KION RUN NOW” Screamed Red as she chucked her plasmator, the humming sound indicating that it was charging. The sound of scurrying feet was drowned out by a booming explosion as the plasmator overcharged, exploding into pieces. They had only reached halfway up the stairwell before they heard the bodyguards approaching. Blood spilled on the stairs as Vahe stood up, ichor dripping from deep wounds. The once stalwart knight was now standing on shaking legs, fighting against his own weight.

“Heh, heh.. heh, your kindness is too great, but I’m slowing you down. My job is protecting the captain, not surviving.” There was no hint of sadness in his voice, he was unclouded by selfish needs. Red tipped her large pirate hat, her face taking an unusual solemn expression. Meanwhile tears flowed free down Kions face. Kion wanted to say something, anything that would make his teacher come with them, but no words were found. The building was crumbling into pieces, ravishing winds taking apart the sleek and modern architecture. However Kion and Red managed to reach her sky skimmer, KIon hanging on Red as they flew into the air. As Kion and Red flew towards the ship, they witnessed the sky populated with orange hues as missiles struck the airship. The shadowy forms of fighter planes whisked past them, too fast to comprehend.

“What are the military doing here, don’t they have a border to patrol?”

“Our radio scramblers should have cut off any calls of help. Unless this place was always under their protection.”

Kion was horrified when he saw behind himself, Angel and Valkyrie were right on their tails. The bodyguards looked ragged with chunks and pieces missing from their armour. Moreover Valkyrie was dripping with ichor, her katars coated in a thick layer of blood. Furthermore Valkyrie gaining on them. Valkyrie stretched out her hand and managed to dig into Kions helmet, a quick slash from Kion deterred her way, but left a large scar across his cheek. Blades clashed as they flew across tumultuous sky. Kion clung closer to Red as she dove the sky skimmer towards the ground.

“Captain were moving away from the ship!”

“It be suicide to try to fly back, with all those fighter crafts and these guys behind os. Vahe was right if we wish to live, then they have to die.”

Kion had tried to ignore the pain of the whipping winds, but the violent winds was tearing away at his exposed skin. The sky skimmer crashed, sand spraying from their crash site.

The winds were so thick here that it was only possible to see within arm reach.

Even so Kion could make out the silhouettes of Valkyrie and Angel, which were circling them. Before Kion could react, he was knocked away with a crushing drop kick from Angel. However there was still a tingle of strength left in Kions body and despite his body feeling him otherwise, he rose. A scream rung out, Red’s scream as Valkyrie and Angel turned their attention to her. Kion limped foreword on shaky feet, following the sound of battle. His limping turned to running. Kion could now see his targets, they were stomping on Red in a sadistic display of might. Rage welled in Kion, animating his body, letting him leap towards Valkyrie, his body spun with renewed energy. Valkyrie spotted Kions approach, but found herself unable to move, Red using the last of her will to cling to her leg. Then as a last resort Valkyrie pushed Angel into Kions path. Pain seared through Ange as Kions blade punctured Angel, drilling into the bodyguards stomach. Angel fell, life leaving his mangled body, But Kions course kept its speed as he sped towards Valkyrie. Again Kion drove his blade inside his target, dirtying the himself and the ground with her ichor, gore spraying forth. Kion slumped to the ground when he was finished, his eyes wide as he stared in horror at his bloody hands. Afterwards Kion threw away the bloodied arm blade. Kion had never felt so sick, his stomach turning into a swirl of disgust. Meanwhile the last of his energy was leaving him, his eyes felt weary. Red crawled towards him, slumping beside him.

“Why did it have to end this way?”

“Kion don’t regret what happened, its part of your role”

“My role?”

“Your the truth seeker, knew it the second you went to my quarters. You couldn’t help yourself, it was always going to be like this”

“Heh, so you like dying in the middle of nowhere?”

“I’ve taken the role of a pirate captain, I wouldn’t have chosen any other. My only regret is not going down with the ship.”

Kion thought of her words. he had the truth in his grasp and he could now protect those cared for, even if it was just for a moment. Another path wouldn’t have satisfied kion, that he was now sure of now. Though Kion was unsure how longer he could keep his eyes open.

“Don’t worry Kion, my coat has a tracking device, my crew just has to slip past those fighter crafts and retrieve us. They can even save Vahe. Theres no need to worry, really” Kion wasn’t sure if she was trying him or herself, though it also sounded like a plea to a higher power. Kions eyes shut, and he was unsure if it was for the last time.

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Capturing Love in Fort Lauderdale: The Role of Expert Wedding Videographers and Photographers

Nestled beautifully along Florida's southeastern coast, Fort Lauderdale is not just a city known for its stunning beaches, but it's also a haven for couples looking to say their "I dos" amidst natural beauty and charm. As these couples begin their lifelong journey of love and commitment, there's a silent yet significant partner in this journey: the wedding videographer Fort Lauderdale and the wedding photographer Fort Lauderdale. These professionals play an integral role in turning moments into memories.

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Every couple is different, and their wedding story is unique. A Fort Lauderdale-based videographer and photographer will spend time understanding your vision, ensuring the final product is a reflection of your love and personality.

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calatoreste · 1 year ago

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Descoperind Marsilia: Un City Break In Capitala Culturala a Frantei

Marsilia, situata pe coasta de sud a Frantei, este cel mai mare oras din regiunea Proventa-Alpi-Coasta de Azur si este cunoscuta drept "Poarta de Sud a Frantei". Acest oras vibrant si diversificat ofera o experienta captivanta pentru calatorii, imbinand o istorie bogata, o cultura efervescenta si un peisaj natural spectaculos. In acest articol, va vom prezenta ce puteti vizita in timpul unui city break in Marsilia, pentru a va bucura la maximum de aceasta destinatie incantatoare.

1. Vieux-Port (Portul Vechi)

Vieux-Port este inima istorica a Marsiliei si un loc perfect pentru a incepe explorarea orasului. Aici veti gasi numeroase restaurante, cafenele si taverne, unde puteti savura specialitati locale, precum bouillabaisse (un fel de mancare traditionala pe baza de peste) sau socca (o clatita de naut). Puteti admira si barcile de pescuit care aduc la mal zilnic captura proaspata.

2. Basilica Notre-Dame de la Garde

Aceasta basilica impunatoare este situata pe o colina cu vedere la oras si ofera cea mai buna panorama asupra Marsiliei. Aici puteti admira arhitectura neo-bizantina a bisericii si puteti urca pe terasa de observatie pentru a va bucura de privelistea spectaculoasa a orasului si a marii.

3. Muzeul Marii (MuCEM)

Muzeul Marii este un loc fascinant pentru a intelege relatia dintre Marsilia si Marea Mediterana. Acest muzeu modern gazduieste expozitii interactive care exploreaza istoria marina, comertul, culturile mediteraneene si impactul global al Marii Mediterane. Exteriorul sau este, de asemenea, impresionant, cu o structura arhitecturala unica.

4. Cartierul Le Panier

Le Panier este un cartier istoric pitoresc din Marsilia, cunoscut pentru strazile sale inguste, cladirile vechi si arta stradala. Aici puteti descoperi ateliere de artisti, magazine locale si cafenele cochete. De asemenea, puteti vizita Muzeul Muzeon, care gazduieste expozitii legate de istoria cartierului.

5. Fort Saint-Jean si Fort Saint-Nicolas

Aceste doua forturi medievale sunt situate la intrarea in Vieux-Port si au o istorie fascinanta. Puteti face o plimbare in jurul lor pentru a admira arhitectura defensiva si pentru a afla mai multe despre rolul lor in istoria orasului.

6. Plaja Catalans

Marsilia are si plaje frumoase pentru cei care doresc sa se relaxeze la soare si sa se racoreasca in apa marii. Plaja Catalans este una dintre cele mai populare si se afla la doar o scurta plimbare de Vieux-Port. Aici puteti inchiria sezlonguri si umbrele sau puteti practica sporturi nautice, cum ar fi windsurfing-ul.

7. Catedrala La Major

Catedrala Sainte-Marie-Majeure, cunoscuta si sub numele de La Major, este o catedrala impresionanta construita in stil romanic-bizantin. Interiorul sau impresionant si designul arhitectural fac din aceasta catedrala un loc de vizitat in Marsilia.

8. Muzeul de Istorie din Marsilia

Acest muzeu ofera o privire cuprinzatoare asupra istoriei orasului, incepand cu perioada antica si continuand pana in prezent. Cu exponate care includ artefacte, picturi si documente istorice, muzeul va va ajuta sa intelegeti evolutia Marsiliei de-a lungul timpului.

9. Insula If

Insula If este situata in largul coastei Marsiliei si este cunoscuta pentru fortul sau, Chateau d'If, care a fost redat faimos de romanul lui Alexandre Dumas, "Contele de Monte-Cristo". Puteti lua o scurta croaziera pana la insula si puteti explora fortul si peisajele spectaculoase de pe insula.

10. Parcul National Calanques

La doar o scurta plimbare cu masina sau cu transportul in comun de la centrul orasului, Parcul National Calanques ofera o oportunitate de a experimenta frumusetea naturala a regiunii. Aici puteti face drumetii, puteti admira peisajele stancoase si puteti face scufundari in apele cristaline ale Calanques.

Incheiere

Marsilia este o destinatie de city break captivanta, oferind o combinatie perfecta intre istorie, cultura, arta si natura. Cu atat de multe locuri de vizitat si activitati de facut, veti avea cu siguranta o experienta memorabila in acest oras efervescent din sudul Frantei.

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novuscaelum · 1 year ago

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"Wait. Dad doesn't know I'm out of the city? At all?" Not that the boy had a problem with it but his tutor might. Oh well. That was something that Novus could handle himself when he arrived back home. "That's okay. I'll just tell my tutor that I'm skipping class today. He won't mind I think since I'm doing something important." If push came to shove then he could have Noctis step in as well as Prompto to have them vouch for him.

Holding the bottom of the magazine of the pistol, Novus aimed it hoping it'd shoot after pulling the hammer. He'd never shot a real gun before in his entire life with the exception of video games and was unsure if he was doing it correctly at all. Afraid to look at the muzzle for an obvious fear of injury, the teen lowered the weapon.

The initial excitement was beginning to wane slightly.

"There aren't any animals or anything like that out here?" Novus was doubting himself a bit. Melee Swords didn't have so many parts to them and using them you just chop and slash in various directions. It was easy. Guns were entirely different and seemed to be a lot more involved.

Azure orbs momentarily locked on the weapon before Novus raised it again. "Okay. Let's do this." There was no time like the present. With the hammer pulled back and the barrel aimed at the cans, Novus pulled the trigger but missed since he'd squinted his eyes shut tight in the process while shooting.

"...Did I hit it?"

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Oh, wow! Oh, wow! Novus could barely contain his excitement nor a smile appearing as he heard Prompto explain the surprise in detail. “This is so cool! But…how come you gotta tell Dad though? I don’t get it. What’s wrong if I do?” Wouldn’t it be easier too? He could just explain it to him at dinner or wait a few days to tell him.

“Wait. I get to try one that you worked on?” he paused glancing over at the cans they were going to shoot at. “How come you keep working on different models of guns? I don’t think Uncle Ignis or Uncle Gladio change their models of weapons at all.” Then again he hadn’t really seen them up close like this before. “Think they would if I ask ‘em?” The boy raised a hand attempting to gauge just how far he’d have to shoot even though he was terrible at math.

“That’s gotta be…what? 50 feet? 100? Are the bullets really gonna go that far? And what if we run out of stuff to shoot? Not like cans and stuff like that can materialize like weapons can.”

That was the only thing that was making Prompto a little hesitant about his plan. He knew that Novus was going through some of the easier training with Gladio, but to be honest? He had never really asked Noctis what all he was training him in or showing him of what they could do. He didn’t think that Noct would have a problem, so that’s what he was acting on. “I just didn’t make sure he was okay with me taking you out of the city, but your dad trusts me, so I just want to tell him first in case he has a little Protective Dad moment, you know?”

With one more flourish of the gun around his finger, Prompto closed one eye, holding the gun out in front of him. It took one, two…. BAM! The first can, quickly followed by the second, flew into the air, nearly shredded to pieces as they flew. “Because with a sword, the most important thing is your strength and knowing how to use the sword. You can’t do much to improve a sword once you already have it filled with materia. Now guns?” He pointed at the shards of metal in the air. “Yeah, I have to be able to see and aim, that’s where I train, but my gun? That’s what I can improve. This gun used to only put small holes in the side of a can. Now?”

Alright, Maybe Prompto was a little too proud of what he had done, but come on. Novus deserved to see all sides of what they could do, not just the melee. “It’s about a hundred feet, but I have more cans in the car trunk. We’ll be fine. Now…” Using his free hand, he twisted his old gun out of the aether, feeling the metal cool in his hand. “This is the one you can shoot.”

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The Devil Tastes Like Scotch

Villain!Yagi Toshinori x F!Reader

Summary: You had a career primarily as an ethical hacker but there were times that just occasionally you would be hired by elected officials or people of the justice system for some “legal” vigilante work. Your quirk was supposed to make this go smoother, but you were in way over your head.

Rating: M (No smut)

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: Dubcon Kiss, Coercion, Kidnapping, Manipulation

Notes: Banner was edited by me on Canva. In a panic because I just barely made it by the skin of my teeth for The Underground Collab deadline. Photo is from unsplashed by this photographer. I also definitely have to say that @/stormcallart is probably single handedly responsible for never letting me forget how much I love the concept of a villain Toshinori. I’ll be doing great and then bOOM I see another badass art from her for him.

Tagging: @boosyboo9206 @king-bito @cherrycolabomb , @galair

Minors DNI

Everyone in the city knew who Toshinori Yagi was. One of the richest and most powerful men in the country, no one could really escape at least seeing his face splayed on some sort of magazine or news article. At first glance at any of these pictures or videos, few would suspect that he was a dangerous man with any sort of hand in unsavory circles. Tall and sturdy in stature with strong muscle twisting around his frame, he looked attractive but none of the pictures ever really showed him in an intimidating light.

But as Toshinori’s brilliant azure eyes swept over you from across his desk, you realized just how much of his presence that a camera couldn’t capture. Maybe it was how he looked you over, searching for any possible weakness and strengths you could be hiding beneath your button down blouse and pencil skirt. Maybe it was the fact that the door was closed and there was the lingering sense of being trapped in close quarters with a predator. Or maybe it was because being in the same room as him felt like you were standing in a spot where lightning would strike in a few moments, the air chokingly thick with the coming charged bolt.

Maybe this was a mistake.

You cleared your throat and smoothed your skirt in a weak attempt to ease the gnawing of anxiety in your gut. This was just temporary. You wouldn’t have to work here long, just enough to get the information you had been hired to obtain. After that was done you could quit and with the fee you were charging, you could relocate and start a life elsewhere. When the cut of his eyes changed from assessing to appraising of your figure, you cleared your throat and hastily set the folder of assorted documents that he had requested.

Yagi noticed your discomfort and smirked. The folder was carefully flicked open with two long fingers, revealing the crisp sheets of paper freshly printed with financial projections, goals and expenditures, all documents you had taken the chance to upload copies of onto a jump drive you kept with you. Analyzing the data would be time consuming and definitely not something you could manage without raising suspicion.

“Relax. I know you only just started but I don’t bite.”

Tundra blue eyes swept over you again paired with an almost flirty smirk on his lips. The lie caught between his teeth, like the smears of blood you could still see in the mouth of a wolf that was still consuming it’s fresh kill. Toshinori had a reputation in the city and pretty much everyone knew that he could do far more than bite. He sifted through each sheet of paper, drinking in the wall of numbers that lay before him but even with his attention directed to those documents, he was still watching you and your reactions out of the corner of his eye.

While you were standing stiff and choking on an awkward silence, he was relaxed, lounging in his office chair and finding himself increasingly curious about you. Most of his personal assistants would be all but fawning over him, trying to gain his favor. But you had kept yourself strictly professional and tried to maintain a distance from him. Keen eyes watched as you dropped your shoulders at his command but the tension lingered.

“Sorry.” You cleared your throat and glanced down at a notepad you had also been carrying, “You’ve had at least four different calls this morning to get an interview. Each one said that they just wanted to do a normal interview and insisted that it had nothing to do with the latest scandal. You probably should turn them down.”

“I have nothing to hide.” He said easily and confidently, “Make an appointment with whoever is easier to fit into my schedule.”

You blinked in bemusement for a moment before raising your brows in shock, “You sure? All of these journalists are pretty much your biggest critics. They’ll be out for blood.”

“Are you worried about me, gorgeous?” Toshinori chuckled, his voice a smooth baritone that flowed from his throat with ease, “That’s precious.” The laughter only swelled when you scrunched your face in a pout at him, “You shouldn’t look at me that way. You might get more than you bargained for if you do.”

Hastily you look away, dropping the frown almost immediately, “I just don’t think it’s a good idea to meet with them. Last time you interviewed with any one of them they grilled you.”

Yagi extended his arm and gestured to the empty chair that was seated across the desk from him, indicating for you to sit, “It may have looked that way to you but their questions were nothing. I couldn’t even make toast with that kind of heat.”

You settled down in the chair like he had instructed, “But an ex employee was making all kinds of accusations against you and now he’s vanished without a word. That’s going to look bad no matter what….”

“It looks worse to avoid all interviews on the subject. Refuse to answer any questions and it makes you look even more guilty.” Seated across from him, your boss looked even more intimidating, a powerful figure of equally powerful muscle and then the money and connections to stand on that made him a nearly impossible target for anyone to take down, “And speaking of questions…Why did you want this job?”

His glacier gaze pinned onto you, frost blooming to life along your veins, “What’d you mean?”

“No one applies for this position without wanting something.” An amused smile curled on his lips, “My last personal assistant had already tried to tease me with her ass at least four times by this point in her shift. That doesn’t seem to be your goal...”

Toshinori allowed his voice to trail off, leaving the question hanging in the air between the two of you. The chime of your soft laughter chased away the impending wave of silence that had been close to cresting over the office. Even the gingko trees swaying outside the window had started to fall still beneath the weight of his curiosity. That was how most people seemed to move around him. People waited with held breath, anticipating his next question or command, frozen into place by eyes so savage blue. With so many strings of the city wrapped around his fingers, it was only natural that the puppets on the other end would dance for him if he even twitched his fingers. And that dance from you came in the form of the gears of your own thoughts turning behind the glaze of your eyes.

“I didn’t realize…Did you want me to start swooning for you on command? Would that help?”

The question was delivered with humor but he’d dealt with enough people with ulterior motives to know when the first drops of blood spilled in the water. But he wouldn’t go in for the kill yet. This was a hunt he wanted to savor. So many fools would line up to try and gain advantages on him and he relished in crushing them beneath his heel. Slowly those eyes raked over your figure again, lapping up every curve, bend and inch that begged to be explored. Toshinori couldn’t help but think about how beautiful you would look broken for him. A hungry smile swept across his mouth as he leaned forward, bracing himself on his elbows so he was able to see your chest hitch with a breath you forgot to release for a moment. The aroma of your perfume was tantalizing, a sensuous mix of musky and sweet, but floating in a teasing cloud around you.

“I wouldn’t mind that. But not on command. Make it a surprise for me, princess.”

You gave him a sly smile, “I’ll get you when you least expect it.”

A faint chuckle quaked in his chest at your playful turn in attitude. It was adorable, the sight only magnified by the embrace of your soft lips parting to frame the line of your teeth, eyes almost twinkling in mischief. But there was still a little flicker of doubt, of nervousness, of fear in your eyes. This was a type of story he’d read on people’s faces time and time again, the chapters may vary some but the overall tone is the same and the message remains.

He could see the pages of your trepidation in the tight lines of your shoulders, the way you were subtly picking at your clothes unraveled a thread of hesitation for him to follow and it led him to your beautiful eyes that seemed to look anywhere but his own. If you had more experience with infiltration, then you might have stood a chance going unnoticed. But you were clearly too fresh in this kind of task and you never stood a chance. Sunlight pooled on the right side of his lean but muscled frame, swathing him in a warm glow. The CEO allowed his eyes to relax, a lazy half lidded gaze as he dismissed you from the office.

There was a flash of relief and you wasted no time in fleeing the room. Between the nervousness, the tempting column of your throat, delicious legs and the quiet way your breath hitched in your chest, Toshinori had to restrain himself from pursuing you. A good hunt always got his blood racing. Most had never seen him using his Quirk but he didn’t have to to still have an intimidating presence.

No, the form that got him the name ‘All Smite’ in the criminal underworld was one for smearing blood across his knuckles and breaking the ones who refused to submit. As he was, his size was still enough to keep him intimidating, his height alone still enough to rise enough that you would have to crane your neck to look up at him. His other persona was a behemoth of a man but even leaving it behind still couldn’t shake the lines of powerful muscle that he still worked to maintain. Muscles that could easily guide you to how he wanted you if he desired.

His long and deft fingers produced his cellphone from his pocket, thumbing through his contacts until he could open up the name he wanted. Toshinori found himself hoping that his theory that you were after something was right. He couldn’t deny that the thought of backing you into a corner, quaking as he decided just what he would do with you didn’t excite him. And such a pretty little thing, he was very tempted to have a taste of you. A wolf could devour many things but he could never pass up on the opportunity to sink his teeth into a poor little lamb that had walked into his den willingly. A smirk spread on his face as his fingers danced across the screen of his phone.

I need you to look into someone for me.

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The journalist that Toshinori had ended up meshing his schedule with the easiest was also one of his most vocal critics. But he didn't seem concerned at all and he made sure to keep every inch of his posture and expression showing that same relaxed confidence. The blonde was seated in the chair like he owned it, long legs crossed and his shoulders tipped back to further emphasize his own presence. Any room you had seen him in, his energy seemed to dominate every corner. Wherever he sat or lingered became his temporary kingdom and all people present his subjects under his kingly rule.

But Aizawa Shouta did not fold beneath that weight and sat across from your boss, cool black eyes boring into his face, and standing his own ground. This was his territory and it was very clear that he had no intentions of letting Toshinori take control or intimidate him. Your fingers flexed around the iphone clutched in your hands, your task being to sit and answer any calls or texts that came through for Toshinori. You had been handed the opportunity to obtain what you needed on a silver platter and yet you couldn’t look away from the two titans who were staring each other down.

Aizawa lifted up the recorder, “Anything to say before we start?”

A lazy smile curled on his mouth, “You’ve done quite well for yourself, Aizawa. I remember when you first broke into the business. Odd for a journalist since you don’t really like dealing with people. Guess it really helps to have such a close...friend who runs his own talk show to help you get attention.”

There was a viper curled beneath those words, a looming threat waiting to reveal itself at Yagi’s command and the dark-haired journalist picked right up on that. Raven black eyes narrowed into a glare before flicked his thumb over the record button, setting it down on the table between the two of them.

“Please say your name for the start of this interview.” was Aizawa’s rough command.

“Yagi Toshinori.”

“I’ll get to the point: You’ve had some serious allegations against you in the past but now an ex employee of yours has been talking about criminal rings working in your businesses. Drug distribution, arms deals, human trafficking and many others. What do you have to say about these accusations?”

A closed fist helped prop up his golden head, burning blue flicking over the man across from him, “They’re very serious accusations and unfounded. There is an investigation underway to discover the source of these rumors and to ensure that it’s not a disgruntled worker who was let go and now wants to take out their anger and frustrations.”

Smooth. Not even a twitch of his eyebrow appeared while he answered. But the journalist was not deterred by the answer.

“That’s an extreme measure to take against you and your businesses. What stops others from assuming that there’s some truth to those accusations?”

“I don’t blame the public for having doubts. But I’d like to remind the public that I have had an ex employee try to sabotage our reputation and has been convicted for defamation of my character. As of now, my people are looking into a possible connection between the two previous employees.”

A lump had formed in your throat. Human trafficking. The rumors surrounding “All Smite” and his criminal activities had been many but none went quite that far. A buzz of the phone you clutched startled you out of your thoughts. The display screen revealed a new text message had come in. It came as a welcome distraction from the very distressing thoughts your mind had flooded with.

“I did as you asked and you were right. Looks like your favorite DA has made his move to get the information he needs. My sources say he just reached out to someone, probably for a job. Don’t know who they are yet but I will soon.”

The blood drained from your face.

If you didn’t act fast, then you’d be caught. No one knows how the nickname slipped out into public knowledge but the criminal rings called him “All Smite” for a reason. No one went up against him and came away whole. You cast a furtive glance at Toshinori still seated in his chair for the interview, his visage one amicable and confident. But there was something dangerous beneath that persona and you’d be seeing it first hand if you didn’t get moving.

While the interview continued you discreetly pretended to answer a phone call, as was expected of you and you slipped out of the room. You’ll get a good look at some of your bosses habits and passwords with a little help from secret screen sharing you were establishing. After you got that information, finding what you needed would be right within reach. All you had to do was finish this job, get paid and then you could dip out of the city. Maybe get a beach house or something. Just a little bit longer…

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No matter how many times he tasted it, Toshinori could never get tired of the flavor of victory. It was never the same, each opponent bringing a new blend of flavor to his tongue. To see you seated in a chair across from his desk, wrists and ankles both zip tied to the legs and armrests of the chair was decadent. Your eyes were open but glazed over, your consciousness absent from your body. The sun had already slipped from the world, drawing away the melting fire and embers that saturated the evening sky. In its place was a pearlescent moon, a single silver coin against velvety black. The city lights had washed out the stars so there were only faint twinkles flecked across the night.

Toshinori poured himself a cup of amber brown scotch, oak aged to maximize the robust flavor but still a beverage that glided down his throat smoothly. Haunting azure dragged over your bound form, drinking in the slashes of pale moonlight that collected along the column of your neck. His office was dimly lit, only a few lamps to push back against the darkness, a warm gold to caress the ethereal silver that brushed you. A pleased hum caught in the back of his throat after he sipped at his expensive scotch. There were many things he wanted to do aside from look but he could be patient for a little longer.

“Welcome back, Gorgeous.” he purred with a smirk as your eyes flickered back into focus, “Did you have a good trip?”

Confusion was the first emotion that crossed your face, eyes darting wildly around to figure out where you were. It was immediately chased away by shock and horror when you realized you were tied down, your breath hitching in your chest when you locked eyes with him. Fine trembles erupted across your body, leaving you to quake helplessly in your bonds, a frightened rabbit quivering before the wolf that had cornered it.

“Wh-what’s going on? Why am I here?”

The quiver of your voice was delectable, a sweet sample that slid down with the next sip of scotch. Some victories were more substantial, like a proper meal that’s meant to power him forward but others-they were meant to be like this, one that wasn’t wholly necessary to maintain his position but was so sweet going down. Toshinori nearly groaned when you started squirming in your seat, fighting weakly against your bonds. He could see you trembling too, eyes darting everywhere as if you would find some avenue of escape.

“Hmmm, I think you already know the answer to that.” The office chair gave a faint creak as he leaned back, swirling the liquor slowly in his hand, “I did have bait left out for you and you took it almost immediately. I almost wish I had dragged things out a little more, you didn’t give me a good hunt.”

Your eyes rounded, “P-please I don’t know what you mean! Just let me-”

Toshinori clicked his tongue in disappointment, rising from his seat with the glass of scotch still in hand. Long legs carried him easily to settle right in front of you, the hard wood of his desk at his back. When you shrank back into your chair he felt a pang of delight resound in his chest. Hungry for more of your fear, he bent forward and took the curve of your jaw in his hand, tilting your face up to stare at him.

“I thought we had a better relationship than that, precious. Lying? I’m disappointed in you.” a thumb swept over your full lower lip, easily parting your mouth beneath his direction, “Now, I’m going to give you one more chance…lie again and I’ll have to stop being so nice. I don’t want to mark up your pretty skin so soon.”

The resulting whimper you gave was like a drug, surging bursts of pleasure and satisfaction in him. Toshinori felt hungry, starved for more little whimpers, cries and even moans. You could give him the most delightful terror if he wanted it from you. All Smite let his fingers trail down to your neck, skin rasping against yours until he could easily settle the large expanse of his hand around your throat. You gave another faint whimper when he gave you a warning squeeze.

“Go on now. Tell me all about what you were going to do with my information once you got it.” a wicked smirk spread on his mouth, “I know who hired you and I know all about your Quirk but I still don’t know just what you were going to do once you got what you were looking for.”

Your throat bobbed beneath his palm as you swallowed thickly. He could see the gears in your wide eyes turning as you contemplated your options. It didn’t take long for you to bite your lip and surrender to him. There was a familiar flicker of defeat in your eyes that he had seen on many other opponents he’s crushed. Poor thing. He’d done enough digging on you to know that this was a kind of job that was way out of your normal jobs.

“...I was paid to find incriminating evidence against you.” came your voice in a hoarse murmur.

“I figured as much, gorgeous but there’s got to be more. I could get that thrown out in court because it was acquired through illegal means. It would make it inadmissible. Don’t stop talking now.” Toshinori straightened, letting his fingers slide up your neck and to part from your chin, “What else?”

A shaky breath rattled its way down into your lungs, the only thing that helped give you any kind of resolve, “After I got what I needed…I was supposed to leak all information for the general public to see.”

“That way, it would just be a breach and considered the fault of my own company and security. And since it would be in the public access, it could be used against me. Smart.”

He had to admit had you succeeded with that job it would have put him in a very vulnerable position. Even if he had dodged any legal ramifications, the leak likely would have resulted in a PR disaster. Fortunately, you weren’t much of an infiltrator. But that didn’t mean you wouldn’t be plenty useful to him. Toshinori tilted his head to the side, staring down at you in thought.

“What are you going to do with me?”

Your voice was trembling, fear having sunk its fingers deep into your chest. Toshinori gave you an indulgent smile from over the rim of his glass. Smokey smooth scotch was guided past his lips, occupying the space where you had wanted answers to your fate. All Smite took his time savoring that mouthful and tense silence, taking in every note of oak and unspoken anxiety. The longer the silence stretched, the tighter your heart would squeeze in your chest.

“That IS the question, hm? There are a few possibilities…” Your captive let his words trail off, fingers curling beneath your chin to tilt your face up, “I’m sure I can come up with a few things…”

You shuddered, “Am I going to die?”

“Everyone does at some point, precious. The question you should be asking is if I’m going to be the one who makes it happen.”

“P-please...just let me go, I’ll quit the job, I won’t say anything…”

The pad of his thumb stroked gently along your jawline, almost tenderly, “Oh I can’t do that. Someone with your Quirk? Digital Conscious Projection and WITH data manipulation? I can’t just have you running around free. It was your choice to work with the DA this time but how long until some of my more dangerous enemies find out about you?” Toshinori smirked, “And killing you would be such a waste...No, you’ll stay working for me but I’ll be putting that gift of yours to use.”

Your mouth quivered as you stared up at him with horrified eyes, “But-”

“Of course you can say no.” he cut you off easily, withdrawing his hand, “I’d be very disappointed though and I’d have to try and make a repeat offer with different conditions.”

An icy cold spread like winter frost in your blood, your gut giving a wrench of fear.

“With this offer, you’ll still get paid. Much better than you could doing “legal” vigilante work. I would have to keep you under surveillance until you can be trusted but it won’t be so bad.” Toshinori brushed his fingertips across the bare skin of your arm, slipping the thin strap of your tank top back up onto your shoulder, “You’ll have much more space and luxury here.”

A shaky breath caught in the back of your throat, “I’d have to stay here?!”

“Mmm? If you don’t like this option I’m sure I can think of something else. There’s probably a warehouse and some guys I can hire to keep an eye on you though….” A long finger traced along the zip tie secured around your right wrist, “You might find yourself in a familiar position. Now, be a good girl and keep quiet. I still have more to explain and I may have to gag that pretty mouth if you can’t keep it shut.”

You clamped your mouth closed, nodding quickly and wide eyed up at him.

“That’s better. Now if you make it so I have to repeat my offer, the experience will be very different.” The smile Toshinori gave was cruel and predatory, “I’d have to check in on your friends and family. Sometimes it’s shocking how many bad things can happen within the same group of people, all because someone they knew just didn’t know what she was getting into. Poor thing would end up bound and helpless, and at whatever mercy her guard gave that day until she was needed.”

Tears collected at the corners of your eyes, catching in dewy drops on your lashes. Your heartbeat was the sound of war drums shaking in your chest but instead of it being your own march to battle, it was the coming pound of an invading enemy. All avenues for escape had been severed and you could only let the current of events carry you forward. Reality crashed down around your ears, leaving you to bow your head in defeat.

“You’ve made your point…” you murmured, choking back the grieved sob that threatened to rise in your throat, ‘I’ll...I’ll accept those conditions.”

“Good.” he purred, “We should drink on our new partnership.”

It hardly felt real when Toshinori took another long drink from his glass, etched ridges catching the dim light of the room. He drank his scotch neat. It was an odd detail to notice but once it had caught your attention you couldn’t wrench your gaze away. Rich and amber brown, it flowed into his wicked mouth, the pillar of his throat bobbing to work it down to his belly. That wasn’t just a liquor he had swallowed, it was also your freedom and it was long gone from your grasp.

“Oh...how insensitive of me...You don’t have a drink and you can’t have a sip of anything with your hands tied like that.”

Mockingly he soothed a hand over the side of your face in a fake comforting gesture before slipping his hand behind your head. A soft chuckle bubbled to the surface when he felt you tense beneath his touch. Toshinori pulled another mouthful of scotch past his lips before bending down while his hand fisted into your hair. A rough pull wrenched your head back where he took advantage of the shocked yelp you gave. Your lips were captured in a searing kiss that left you uttering little muffled whimpers for him.

The scotch was the most expensive you had ever tasted, still possessing a delightfully warm flavor and yet did not have the same burning intensity that it normally came with each mouthful. It was impossibly smooth though it still left a trail of heat all the way to your stomach. Even after you had choked down every drop, panting through your nose, he still didn’t pull away. A devious tongue plundered whatever sweetness was hiding inside of your mouth, his fingers tightening in your hair. You tried to focus your attention on the sting along your scalp but it wasn’t enough to help you. Toshinori was a really good kisser and he took his time with you until all resistance melted away.

“Good fucking girl.” he growled softly at your submission to him, “Behave like that and things will go well for you.”

‘Hope is the thing with feathers’ Emily Dickenson once wrote. But sometimes someone will show up just to clip its wings.

#BNHA fanfiction #all smite x reader #villain!all might #BNHA x Reader #mha x reader #toshinori yagi x reader #tw:dubcon kiss #belladonna brew #tonic of transformation #all smite x you #villain!all might x you #mha x you #BNHA x you

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cryxtal-moon · 3 years ago

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little cart of wonders | ksj - 02

Summary: Those born with the ability to use magic are rare. They hide in plain sight while helping people with an ordinary career path they have chosen. You’re no different, until you get caught by Seokjin in a desperate attempt to help his friend. Things get more complicated when people you know with magic begin disappearing one by one, and you two take it upon yourselves to find them… even if it means losing your ability forever.

Genre/warnings: investor!Seokjin, cart owner!reader, magic au, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, a teensy bit of angst, adventure, reader has magic, Seokjin is a little stern at the start, Seokjin is adorably bad at feelings and flirting but he gets better and that’s what matters hehe, some TXT members show up too yea

Word count: 3k

Pairing: Seokjin x reader

Author's note: part 2 here we go :)

In all the years of using magic to help people, you pride yourself in knowing how to keep it a secret, for the simple fact that you were one of the most at risk.

You didn’t hide within the walls of a skyscraper steel and glass building one floor away from disappearing into the azure sky completely or confine yourself to a large room with a charming view of the cityscape like your brother. Working in an office was, quite frankly, one of your worst fears. Nor did you have a private greenhouse laboratory where you could brew magic potions disguised as medicine from plants you nurtured like your mother. Your father didn’t have the ability – he was the only normal one entrusted with the secret, but went about imparting knowledge all the same to hundreds of students in literature classes.

You went with a more upfront approach, your love for helping people directly overruling the worry of your methods not being entirely conventional, though it had taken some convincing for your parents to agree. Lessons in business management throughout your time in high school were merely a safety net should you ever change your mind, even if they just taught you where to buy materials to make the trinkets displayed on the cart.

Three days have passed since your last encounter with Seokjin. You hadn’t dared to go anywhere near the college vicinity in fear of running into either of them again, not even with the notion of worrying over whether you had managed to help Jungkook. Everything had happened in a blur too quick for your mind to process, yet your concerns if you had used the right spell of inspiration were eased when you saw an envelope on the table, the usual magic cheque at the end of each month inside.

Hoseok, your high school best friend turned successful dance choreographer for an entertainment industry, probably gained another set of abdominal muscles from how much rambunctious laughter was still wracking his body. Recounting the entire tale to him was apparently much more effective than any gym workouts Jimin put him through.

“You just left him standing there?” He managed to get out between bouts of giggles you would have normally found infectious if it weren’t for how annoyed you were. “Oh my god, I would have killed to see the look on his face.”

The dancer was also one of the few friends you trusted implicitly to keep your family secret.

“Stop laughing!” Your harsh whack to his shoulder just made him double over. How he was able to properly walk down a bustling city street next to you was truly miraculous. “It’s not funny, okay? He knows my secret now. He’ll probably tell everyone else to stay away from me cause I’m a complete nut–“

“Okay, let me just stop you there,” a hand on your shoulder quite literally halted you in your tracks, unintentionally next to a convenience store’s outdoor shelf of magazines. “Who’s gonna believe him, hm? When you first told me, I thought you were crazy. I didn’t tell my friends cause they’d probably think the same.”

You bit your lip, still uncertain. “Really?”

“Without evidence, what’s he gonna say? Hey, I know this girl with powers. She stole my friend’s sketchbook and performed a magic trick right in front of me.”

A scoff of indignation and amusement huffed past your lips. “That’s ridiculous.”

“Exactly! See?” Hoseok winked with a giant grin, “You have nothing to worry about.”

It was then you turned to the right, sunlight glinting off a very uncomfortably familiar person on the cover of a random magazine catching your attention.

“Wait a second,” you pondered aloud, mostly to yourself, “is that…”

A few paces over and papers were fluttering in the slight breeze between your palms, Seokjin’s face staring back at you with a slight glare meant to intimidate, fierceness emphasised ten fold by the sharply-cut white shirt, black tie and slacks adorning his form where he perched on a high stool. Business Times in an equally razor-edged font was printed in black across the top though it didn’t take away from the undeniably handsome young man.

The magazine started to tremble a little in your grasp. “This…” your voice was barely above a frightened whisper, “this is him.”

Hoseok wasted no time in going over, curiously eyeing the cover. “Who?”

“The guy I revealed my powers to.”

“Seokjin?” He peered a little closer to the image. “Hey! That’s Kim Seokjin!”

“You know him?”

“We shared an elective in college for a year,” he shrugged as though it was the most casual piece of information he carried around with him, despite how it made you stare at him like he’d sprouted a second head. “He’s an investor? Amazing… his career must have really taken off.”

Curiosity had you flipping the pages to where the article about him was written and it wasn’t too far from the content page seeing as he was literally on the cover, A Companion To Start-Ups being the title they went with. A modern company logo of a white club symbol, the same one found on poker cards, stood inside overlapping green and blue squares impressed beside the name Kim Investments. More pictures of him in the same outfit except in different positions – standing by the window with both hands in his pockets, and sitting before a table they brought as a prop to pretend to work – were featured, all found next to a bunch of immaculate white text of transcribed interview questions and his answers.

“We always said he was handsome but wow,” rustling of fabric reached your ears as he removed his phone from one of his jean pockets, “I need this for blackmail. Don’t move.”

You could feel the familiar beginnings of another panic mode overtaking your mind, but it halted in its tracks in processing his words. “What blackmail? These pictures aren’t bad.”

“Ah, _____, you wouldn’t get it,” he shook his head with an air of resignation, “he used to call himself worldwide handsome like all the time. We teased him for being narcissistic, but he always got shy when others complimented him. Just wait till I send this to the group. Namjoon and Yoongi are gonna freak.”

“I don’t believe freaking out is even in Yoongi’s nature,” you clapped the magazine shut tightly, placing it back among its friends, “and did you not hear what I said? He knows my secret! And now I find out he’s some big shot investor? He could sell me out to the public and that’s it. My family wouldn’t be safe anymore.”

“_____. Calm. Down,” Hoseok’s lowered tenor indicated his seriousness, this time gripping both your shoulders and shaking them to knock some sense back into you. “I know Seokjin. He’s trustworthy. All you need to do is explain to him the same way you did me. I promise he’ll listen to you.”

You sighed, his words doing little to comfort you. “Yeah, but how? It’s not like I’ll ever see him again.”

“Uh, hello?” Two arms waved wildly around in the air like he was trying to imitate a bird flapping its wings. “I have his number. I mean, we haven’t talked in awhile, but he never turns down visits from old friends. It just so happens I know exactly where his company building is, and it’s his lunch break.”

“How do you know that?”

“Social media does wonders in helping you find out what people are doing,” a few more taps on his phone screen and he was shoving the device in your face, what you recognised to be a post on Instagram taking up half the page with an aesthetic image of noodles next to an array of side dishes. “Also, he has a food account. Now come on.”

You barely had time to ponder over the peculiarity of a high powered businessman owning a blog similar to most food enthusiasts, feet clumsily tripping over a crack in the sidewalk when he grabbed your hand and pulled you alongside him, heading in the direction of his parked Subaru. “We’re doing this now?”

Hoseok shot you another smile over his shoulder, big and blinding. “No time like the present, sunshine.”

Kim Investments turned out to be a carbon copy of the massive skyscraper publishing company your brother owned, literally positioned a couple of blocks down, so close you could walk and be there in less than ten minutes flat. Tinted glass panels you knew were extensive windows covered the outside of the building completely, shiny enough to reflect the azure expanse of sky and clouds but conserving privacy so people could only guess what went on in those office rooms.

They just had to construct the front door out of glass as well, taking the chance to show off the name plate etched in elegant gold cursive on the overhanging awning. Everything appeared to be accented in gold from the mug of complimentary black ballpoint pens on the counter, to the waterfall again detailing the company’s name against a stone wall, to the crystal chandelier secured in the middle of the ceiling, to the designer outfits and accessories hanging off the arms of employees lounging around the front desk or lift lobby.

You could literally feel the heat of their gazes searing through your jacket sleeves and self-consciousness had you doing a quick once over of your attire; verdant jacket, white shirt, light wash skinny jeans (that thankfully weren’t ripped for the sake of fashion, intact to provide absolute coverage), and black sneakers. It was sad how the only item in gold you had to match the atmosphere was a drop necklace, a singular vertical bar hanging off one end, but it was better than nothing. A black blazer Hoseok had shrugged on in his car was his saving grace, sufficiently business-like so he didn’t draw too much unwanted attention.

You continued to glare at the smooth swoosh of the sliding doors opening to welcome you and him in, a little too reminiscent of Cheol-su’s building and you briefly wondered if Seokjin used the same interior designer as him when he first started out. Flecks of gold were even moulded into the surface of a marble counter you approached upon arrival.

“Hello,” your friend said with a certain charm he used in formal situations to the receptionist, “we’re here to see Mr Kim Seokjin.”

Light clicking of a keyboard reached your ears and she was looking up again, “Mr Kim is currently on his lunch break. Do you have a scheduled appointment afterwards?”

“No, but I’m an old friend of his. My name is Jung Hoseok.”

This time there was the rustle of paper as she pulled a black clipboard out of a hidden drawer, one perfectly manicured blood red nail sliding down the first page, probably with a black table or list printed on it.

“Ah, yes. You’re on his personal guest list.”

You nearly choked on the perfumed oxygen in the room. His what?

You could barely contain the smile threatening to burst on your face, though it did fade slightly when he led you past the fancy gantry you swiped using guest passes you received and to four polished golden elevators, two on each side. Honestly, you shouldn’t have expected any less.

“Seriously?” A laugh bubbled past you in the silence of the lift, louder than classical music streaming from overhead speakers. “Why does he have a personal guest list?”

In spite of the nudge to your left arm, his smile gave away the shared amusement, “Just be grateful. We wouldn’t be here without it.”

The elevator doors mimicked the same swish as the glass entrance but your frown disappeared once you stepped out into a massive cafeteria two times the size of the one in your old high school and a thousand times fancier. Vases of white orchids with dots of violet in the center graced each hardwood table, equally spaced out among themselves for walking room, white cushioned chairs adorning both sides. Stalls of food somehow appeared pristine, a far cry from the ones you’d seen in outdoor food courts. A spiral staircase was built at the far corner leading up to the second floor – a space you gasped outrightly at – and had the same gold metal railing you saw lining the elevator walls.

Only the gentle pressure of Hoseok’s arm around your shoulder guiding you deeper into the room reminded you that this wasn’t some complex dream. The memory of how he accused you to be a thief, one you had ridiculously proven otherwise, slowed your footsteps down so you were trailing behind him as he approached a door attached to an adjacent hallway.

“Knock knock,” ring-clad knuckles rapped on a darker wood though didn’t wait for the typical come in that would come after, simply pushing the handle down to peek his head in, “is the worldwide handsome in here?”

“Hoseok?” Muffled scraping of a chair could be heard on the grey carpeted floor before your friend’s entire stature disappeared behind the frame, at least at your vantage point against the wall where you were temporarily hidden from him. “Hey, it’s really you. What brings you here?”

“Well, I heard–“ long fingers wrapped around your upper arm, pulling you into view and you visibly flinched under the shocked widen of his eyes “–you had a rather interesting encounter with my pal _____.”

Eyes flickering up, you only allowed yourself to meet his gaze for a second, mustering the friendliest smile you could but it was tinged with awkwardness, “H-hi. Nice to see you, again…”

You didn’t have to glance up again to know he was pointing at you. “_____? How do you know each other?”

“That’s simple. College friend,” he referred to Seokjin while thrusting you forward none-too-gently, “meet high school friend.”

Once all three of you had settled down around a circle table filled with the dishes you saw on his online post, and he promised Hoseok he wouldn’t call any authorities on you, anxious butterflies fluttered relentlessly in the pit of your stomach. Somewhere between fiddling your fingers, hoping your stare didn’t burn a hole through the table’s surface and listening to the piano music streaming from a radio on a nearby counter, you wondered whether the awkward silence that had settled was bothering him as much as it was you. There was an entire speech you planned encompassing how your family had the inborn ability to sense and help people in need, how you were part of it and how important it was to be kept secret, yet the first thing that left your mouth just to dispel the uncomfortable quietness was,

“Do you believe in magic?”

That was all it took for Hoseok to burst out laughing, jovial sounds piercing the balloon of tension in the room with a sharp needle. “You’re starting with that?”

You landed another punch to his shoulder. “Hey! You’re not helping.”

Seokjin, however, remained unaffected by his reaction. The only form of visible surprise you saw was the way his doe eyes widened because his tone was calm in his next sentence, “Not really, why do you ask?”

You could almost taste the metallic tang of blood with how hard your teeth were assaulting your lower lip, “You’re gonna have to.”

That was all it took for you to launch off into the five-minute (you had timed yourself) backstory, words like the rapid-fire of a machine gun spilling from your mouth and not quite giving him space to ask questions or room for yourself to breathe. Hoseok, much to your relief, found a cup of ramen in the cupboard to entertain himself with and hadn’t interrupted once, other than the occasional snicker at his friend’s different expressions of confusion and intense focus in trying to understand everything.

It was just the tip of the iceberg, but you had second thoughts he actually believed you the moment you revealed that there were other people around the country hiding in plain sight too.

Only upon breaching the subject of meeting Jungkook did he speak up. “So that’s why he’s been going to the park so much?”

You nodded, white knuckles regaining their colour as you loosened your grip on the hem of your shirt. At least he didn’t look one second away from grabbing his phone and calling a mental hospital.

“Magic has a way of drawing people who need help to me. To them, it’ll just seem like coincidence.”

Seokjin looked down at his noodles, colder in the time he spent listening to you. “How exactly do you help them?”

A deep breath gave you the strength to continue, “You know I asked if you needed luck? Or courage?”

“Yeah…?”

“That’s what the trinkets are for,” you could see how he was trying to remember what he saw that night in the clearing, so you supplied, “The ones on the cart. All of them are filled with magic, but each has a different purpose.”

“Filled with magic?” He frowned, trying to understand. “Like… what you did yesterday?”

“That’s how I instil it, yes,” this time, you tightened your fingers around your arms. “I gave Jungkook inspiration. The next time he uses his sketchbook, he’ll get ideas right away. Also,” you straightened your spine to its full height, “I didn’t mean to steal his stuff. I just wanted to visit him and see what I could do to help, honest.”

“Oh, come on,” Hoseok cut in, a mischievous glint in his irises, “what’s a better meet cute than someone thinking you’re a thief and chasing you down?”

Now it was your turn to be puzzled. “Meet cute?”

“I’m sorry about that, by the way,” it confused you more to see a light shade of red dusting the tips of Seokjin’s ears while he reached around to rub the back of his neck, “for thinking you’re a thief.”

The entire daunting businessman image he exuded seemed to crumble slightly, and you found yourself able to relax more, shoulder blades slumping into the cushy backrest. “It’s okay. So… are we cool now? You won’t tell anyone about this, right?”

“Tell who? No one will believe me.”

Hoseok reached out to plop his palm on your head and ruffle your hair affectionately, “Told you.”

“Oh shut up.”

The shake of the choreographer’s head coincided with Seokjin rising to his feet, sweeping invisible specks of dust off the front of his blazer. “If that’s all, I need to attend a meeting now.”

The return of that persona made your heart jolt and it translated to the stutter in your next words, “Y-yeah, of course.”

A curt nod was sent your way, and then he turned to his old classmate. “It was nice to see you again, Hobi.”

“You too,” both guys exchanged a quick hug, “I’ll treat you to lunch one of these days. You can’t stay cooped up in your stuffy office forever.”

He sighed with feigned disappointment, “You sound just like my mum.”

“She’s right, though.”

The butterflies you felt earlier created a destructive tornado battling the walls of your tummy as Seokjin’s gaze lingered on you before you parted ways at the lift lobby, the investor taking one up to his penthouse-like office and you returning to the lobby, but you just brushed it off as remaining fear of his reaction to your secret.

Besides, there was no way you’d ever see him again.

#bts #bts fluff #bts x reader #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts reactions #kim seokjin #kim seokjin imagine #kim seokjin x reader #seokjin fluff #seokjin imagine #seokjin x reader #seokjin scenarios #seokjin scenario #fic: little cart of wonders

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omiramotakiart · 3 years ago

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GUESS WHO WROTE A STUPID FLUFF FIC BASED ON STUPID LITTLE HEADCANONS

Diary of Mina Harker.

February 20th: I should be more careful about the documentation of these events, however I am writing frantically in a hurry not because of a less than pleasant situation but because of extreme joy that overwhelms me, so I shall recall the past few weeks now that I finally have the time to sit and write on my own diary now that everyone is asleep.

It was hard to go back to normal after the defeat of the count and the passing of our heroic Quincey, may he rest in peace, it feels like an impossible task and certainly an unforgettable one, I still wake up at nights shaking and hyperventilating as I cover my neck, Johnathan has to calm me down each time and reassure me we are safe, we have asked our friend Van Helsing to put garlic on each mayor entrance in the house and shall keep them until things calm down, my husband on his behalf still suffers from minor attacks when anything reminiscent of the count is brought up, it is a long healing process for all of us and I can safely say that our friends, Arthur and Seward are still dealing with the aftermath too, even the professor, but I am not here to talk about our burdens as the survivors of a tragedy most would take as fabricated.

I still remember the day, on the ship back to England, when my beloved Johnathan kneeled down once more and took my hand once we were alone on board under a peach sky and surrounded by an azure sea and the smell of salt, «Mina— (on this moment he corrected himself as he held my hand) Wilhelmina Harker, I have already had the honor to marry you and for that I cannot be more thankful, but I must ask you, once everything calms down and we are back home safe and sound, would you become my wife once again just like we originally planned?» and I swear on my name I must have teared up as he finished pronouncing those words, which will remain in my memory until my dying days. At that moment I held him in my arms as I repeated «Yes, yes, I would!» until our friends came to see us after hearing the commotion.

Even in our grief, we had something to celebrate and I must admit we all drank from the finests champagne available once we came back on land, whether one or more of us drank a tad bit more than the others I will not confirm but that is irrelevant.

It was a joyous day, the preparations, although a bit hectic as one would expect, were mostly done before this whole ordeal had happened, I already had a dress that was in ur original plan, with a beautiful lace collar that peaked from the neck and a pleated front, next to possessing a sufficient trail, despite being made out of a modest material, I have never been one to go into detail about clothing however I feel oddly excited about this dress even to this day, even if it is for sentimental reasons and my Johnathan, my lovely Johnathan dress all dashingly in his best clothes, all white hairs perfectly combed (though he’s been planning to dye it to its original color by following an old recipe from a magazine I bought a couple of years ago), words cannot express how much we smiled or the tears we shed when our dutch friend pronounced us husband and wife, even if it was the second time we had heard those words (as it turns out, our friend Van Helsing is a bit of a jack of all trades), while it isn’t (and can’t be) as we originally planned I will say that I strongly believe it was better than what we expected all those months ago.

The ceremony was held in Whitby on the same bench were Lucy and I used to watch over the city, no bad memories would ruin that day were we not only celebrated my beloved and I but also the good ones, it was at noon and we had a golden sunset upon us, not many guests as neither Johnathan or I had that many to invite, only our small Crew of Light, and oh my darling Lucy, we had her picture and Mrs. Westenra’s present, same for our dearest, recently deceased Quincey, we decided that at least in an spiritual manner of sorts, he was going to be the best man and Lucy my bridesmaid, we even manage to find an old photograph of Mr. Swales who I’m sure would have been pleased to attend our wedding.

I also will not deny how much I laughed at the startled faces of each passersby as they saw us pouring champagne and wine and dancing to an old song from Van Helsing’s youth (that we ended up hollering and butchering the lyrics as none of us spoke the language), I was ready to personally fight any police officer who could be sent to our direction, luckily none came near or we simply finished the ceremony before any unwelcome guest arrived.

The days after were of pure bliss and occasionally I would have the opportunity to go back to my fencing classes which I had not attended in over a year, I remember defeating Arthur the few times we had the time to practice and I’ve been training my aim with firearms, it is good to be doing a bit more exercise, I even had the bold choice (which still gives me a fair amount of nervousness which I am learning to overcome) of quitting my job as a teacher’s assistants and oh, dear reader (if anyone comes across this), do not judge me too harshly, I didn’t quit for nothing as this experience has open doors for me, and I have joined our friend’s line of work, I’ve been learning of all oddities of the paranormal, supernatural and esoteric, all sorts of terms included with Van Helsing as a temporary guide, I have done (if I say so myself) an exceptional job with the more academic side of the job and we had even opened a small business nearby in which people can ask for help, although mocked by some, others had found help in the services we provide and I am proud of it.

I wish to be on more field missions, I have for sure found a love for those, but I suppose they will be limited for me, recently I’ve found out Johnathan and I are expecting a child, today, just this day I told him the news and he held me as we both cried tears of joy, we already began preparing a room and all the things the baby would need and even have some names planned, all to honor our fallen friends, I still cry as I write this and I must hurry and end this entry here as I see Johnathan starting to be awoken by my laughter and I need some sleep, I am eager to document what the future hold for all of us.

I will tell our friends about the good news tomorrow. I’ll sleep now, Johnathan is worried, I find it sweet but he worries too much, but how can I not be drawn to sleep when he hugs me like that? This is the right amount of comfort for a peaceful rest . I’ll admit, I think this is the best outcome of all the things we have gone through, hopefully I’ll be able to write in here more often.

Note from Johnathan Harker.

Mina handed me her diary and asked me if I had something to add. She is now asleep next to me and as I write this small addition I can’t help but to look at her. When did I become so lucky to have her as my wife? She is the ls the light of my life and my only love, I’m still unable to believe we are about to become parents, I never imagined myself as a father and yet here I am eagerly waiting for the arrival of our little one, I love my wife and I love my child and I am thankful for the friends we have gotten in this short period of time, I will end this note here and go back to the arms of my beloved Mina, I cannot think of a better thing to do before sleep.

#dracula #dracula book #mina harker #mina murray #johnathan harker #19th century literature #gothic literature #victorian literature

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Gavin’s Mini House In Detail 🏡

During the Mini House special events, I obtained all the furnishing items and had already unlocked all the furniture in the home so I thought for Gavin’s Birthday Week, I would share all of the little secrets it contains!

Gavin has four sections of the house including-

Living Room

Loft

Courtyard

Basement

This post also includes MC’s commentary and quotes from special happenings associated with Gavin. Special furnishes will have the coziness points indicated next to its name.

Please enjoy!

Living Room

Soft Stool

The white soft stool next to the tea table.

This stool is a must when Gavin watches soccer games.

The leather surface is very soft, and its height is just right for watching TV on.

Want to know the trend of the soccer lottery recently? How about asking about it?

It seemed to have won all the recent games, and is both happy and lonely.

If his favourite team loses, Gavin will sit here alone. (#sad)

White Sofa

With so many pillows, you don’t have to worry about having no support behind you.

Is the white sofa difficult to clean?

The bolsters are very comfortable.

Curled up on the sofa with soft ginkgo aroma.

“Gavin, do you remember what you told me?”

“I just want to be with you, just like this...”

“You still remembered!”

“I won’t forget what I’ve told you.”

“Then... Do you have anything you want to tell me this time?”

Gavin kissed MC’s forehead gently.

- This special happening (Starry Sky) refers to the Furniture City Date!

White Table

“Gavin’s Pad is placed here too.”

(It has a photo of MC and she says she will change it into the both of them next time.)

“I can add a snack box, but Gavin doesn’t really eat snacks.”

Hallway Cabinet

“Gavin waters the plants regularly.”

“These are often loose change on the cabinet which we can take before going out.”

“The silver ornament is a souvenir I bought when we went to Disneyland.”

The “Wavy Thing”

“I noticed a little “go for it” written on the most recently scrawled page of the notebook.”

“I found a magazine that puts people to sleep in a second, which was necessary for insomniacs.”

Zoombot

The black Zoombot.

Today I’m again busy all over the place saving Zoombot.

It’s a bit stupid and often gets stuck after hitting the furniture.

Makes a buzzing sound when working.

You threaten it: If you hang again, I’ll replace you!

Music Stand

The music stand bought by Gavin.

On it are sheets of music scores printed by Gavin.

It will sometimes think that the small black table next to it is a bit short.

Sometimes Gavin uses in in the hanging chair to record melodies.

Gavin will print the music scores and put them on it to practice.

Flowers on the Wall

Each flower is carefully selected by Gavin.

The front wall stores a variety of flowers.

The flowers on the entire flower wall are all preserved fresh flowers.

Black Table and Seat

Looking at it closely, it is the song that Gavin played last time. (Music score sheet on table.)

It is also very comfortable with the little black seat cushion next to it.

The soft black cushion stuffed with cotton.

My exclusive seat for Gavin’s recital.

I bought it with Gavin when we were shopping at the furniture market.

Hanging Chair/Rose Hanging Chair (Coziness 88)

A great napping spot.

Here in the Leisure Time special happening, MC and Gavin talk about the swing they had in high school. MC is surprised that Gavin knew about the view of the sunset when being on it. He says he “passed by” sometimes. MC notes how the ginkgo leaves danced in the wind. He says, “they were gifts from another person”.

Heart-Shaped Chair (Coziness 28)

A cute small stool and a convenient storage box.

Gavin’s expression was a bit subtle while he sat on it first.

Alternating blue and pink hearts, as it’s a Valentine’s Day limited edition.

Surfboard Cabinet (Coziness 42)

It’s a new surfboard. Bring it next time we travel.

There are also other surfboards. Guess where they are?

It says fly on the surfboard, like I can leap through waves with it.

(THEIR CUTE SHOES ARE NEXT TO IT AHHH)

Blue Lamp

A lamp that always blows bubbles from the bottom to top.

It’s beautiful and dreamlike when switched on at night.

Black Table on the Left

“This looks like the score that Gavin played on the beach last time. I suddenly feel a bit nostalgic.” - This refers to the Slightly Drunken Date!

“I found a picture of an asleep Gavin. He was sleeping soundly.”

Claw Machine and Carpet

A dream-like claw machine. Gavin will add new dolls in it.

The inserted game coins can be taken out from the back of the machine and then reused.

A small black carpet in front of the claw machine.

I bought it together with the large carpet.

Red Bunny, White Bunny, Pink Bunny, Red Bunny, Grey Bunny.

Motorcycles

The blue motorcycle sometimes want to compete with the opposite motorcycle.

The colour of the motorcycle displayed is sky blue.

Maybe its name will be “Azure”? (because Gavin uses colours to individually name items.)

Spring Landscape Display

The landscape has been embedded into the window, like beautiful paintings.

Maybe there is a new world inside.

I can't help stopping to enjoy the view each time I pass.

Is designed for a wider view, improving your mood even when you're tired.

Winter Landscape Display (Coziness 61)

A corresponding landscape should be changed into winter.

Such heavy snow! Frozen river! Unfortunately, they are all fake.

You can enjoy the red maple leaves and snow even at home, isn’t it wonderful?

Loft

Painting

This is a word map that covers the entire wall.

Looking at it, Gavin and I have already been to so many places.

If you want to travel, you can find the destination on it in advance.

I'm willing to create memories with him in many more places.

Chandelier

The current iron style design is really cool.

Shines warm yellow when turned on, warming our hearts.

Display Cabinet

It should have been a wine cabinet, but Gavin doesn’t drink, so it became a display cabinet.

The ‘little things’ between me and Gavin are displayed inside.

It looks empty now, but it will slowly be filled up in the future.

Black Tea Table

A black low table in front of the sofa.

I occasionally work here.

The star and moon deco piece is very beautiful, I picked it with Gavin.

You can put fruits and snacks on it while reading.

The wood texture had a matted quality with the black coat of paint.

Art

Looks cold but is artistic.

Seems useless, but also seems cool.

Greenery

A corner with blooming flowers all seasons, is warm and restful to the eye.

Outside the window is a huge ginkgo tree, and the fallen leaves are like brocade.

I feel like it’s always spring with all these flowers around.

It compliments the scenery outside the window. (They have a ginkgo tree right outside their home!)

Cabinet

Photo framed have karmas from the Starry Date and the Romantic Date!

Decorative Cabinet/Snowman Closet (Coziness 49)

The two little snowmen stared at each other throughout the winter. (Cute little reference to the CN Recovery ASMR.)

It looks like a window at first glance, but it’s actually a cabinet if you look carefully.

And you could open it. Didn’t see that coming right?

Starry Sky Wall (Coziness 52)

Today’s wish… I hope that Gavin…

I will accompany you to see the meteor rain which falls on this Earth.

Every moment a wish is realised, there will be a meteor streaking across the sky.

Dandelion Lamp (Coziness 43)

The lamp looks exactly like the grapefruit during Mid-Autumn Festival.

Like a burning sparkler, shining brightly.

Six light sources, not too dazzling nor too dark.

Festive Decoration Table (Coziness 57)

Although there are two cups of drinks, we can still drink from the same cup.

The sofa in the corner always makes people feel safe.

Although we are only two people, I still chose two long couches.

The letter under the ginkgo biloba leaf, writes a love poem.

All the shopping bags represent his most flawless love.

The wide view allows you to see the scenery in the yard.

The soft white mat was added afterwards.

But it’s always hot under the sunlight, so the curtain is often pulled down.

Basement

Security Camera

You are in a monitored area, please mind your actions.

Bulletproof Glass

It’s not a normal screen, it’s bulletproof.

It's not often that one gets to see such a cool and HARD-CORE transparent screen.

Anyways, curious what’s in this wall.

Sci-fi glass wall in the movies.

The engraved badge is Gavin’s silent pride.

1-2-3... still shorter than it!

Gingko Tree

Seasons slip by soundlessly.

No matter how small their wishes are, they will become seeds and eventually bloom in gold.

All life’s little joys turned into gold.

It guards the serene life here quietly over in the corner.

(Gavin makes ginkgo bookmarks with them for MC. CRIES.)

Corner Resting Area

These action figures are actually pretty fun!

The puzzle is all grown up. It should be able to piece itself back together. (LOL)

(Puzzle) Maybe finish it while Gavin’s gone?

(Table) It sometimes thinks the table is a bit short.

(Chair) It looks hard but it’s actually comfortable to sit on.

Very spacious, but looks a bit empty.

Some decorations should be displayed here.

Sitting on a blanket is also very comfortable. You can also lean on the small pillow.

(Carpet) This is a carpet. You can’t tell, right?

The advanced smart carpet that is warm in winter and cool in summer is awesome.

(The book on the table is called ‘Kritik Der Urteilskraft’- The Critique of Judgement by famous German philosopher Immanuel Kant. It follows after the Critique of Pure Reason and the Critique of Practical Reason- the First and Second Critiques, respectively. The Critique of Judgment constitutes a discussion of the place of Judgment itself, which must overlap both the “understanding” and “reason”.)

“You need to take better care of your health.”

“Who was the one working overnight over the proposal the other day?”

“Alright, we’re birds of a feather, so... so both of us should look after ourselves for each other!”

“Rest assured, I will. After all, it’s different now. I have you by my side.” -Harmonous Compa Special Happening

Gavin’s Workspace

Accompany Gavin though every sleepless night.

This seems… No, I’m seeing things.

All folders are neatly organised and arranged.

A spacious table, with files and reports spread all over when busy.

I no need to worry about waking up from naps due to cold late at night.

I was reminded of some criminal investigation shows I have watched. Come on, Officer Gavin!

If this complicated case is made into a movie, it will be an exhilarating one.

(Computer) A customised large-screen UHD model customised for work purpose.

(Computer) Work exclusive computer, only connected to intranet.

(Computer) The three auxiliary monitors can help keep the data safe.

(Chair) If you want to protect your waist, you should first have a comfortable cushion.

(Chair) if you work long hours, be sure to work in a comfortable chair.

(Board Area) What does it say? Ermm… Cats have nine lives?

“Found a girl crookedly drawn next to a work record when he reached a bottleneck.”

Airplane

This airplane model was assembled by Gavin himself.

The computer says- Agent B-7

Team Operator S.T.R.I.K.E

Location Tracker

S.P.Y Camera

U4V Commando

Gunship Operation

Motorcycle Repair Area

Every vehicle is so cool in its own way!

Hello, you are... Little… Erm… Let me think…

With the strength to lift mountains and the spirit to take on the world! Ha!

The robot arm is actually a simple robot.

For your safety, please don’t linger below it

(Motorcycle) I would like to greet my seniors.

Electronic Control Pad

Responsible for controlling the rising, descending and switches of the entire area.

On Spring Festival, it will say: Happy New Year, Sir!”

Sooner or later, fully automated smart management will be achieved.

Radio Office��

It’s an important communication device, and the only disadvantage is that it’s a bit heavy.

It’s actually a satellite phone, and it can receive signals everywhere.

Looks like the palm phone in the 90s. Oh no, I’ve exposed myself.

It looks like an electrocardiogram.

Don’t know how to use this weird device.

A thick laptop that it’s properly shut when not in use.

A cool eagle logo is printed on it.

Gavin used it only for special tasks and it will not be brought out.

LMAO MC DOESN’T HAVE ACCESS-

Courtyard

Corner Seating Area

A courtyard in sunny or snowy days are interested in their own ways.

Sometimes the unfrequented bolsters will envy the knee pillow.

It's’ wonderful when two people are sitting here reading, even if they don’t talk.

Standing barefoot on the soft lawn is very comfortable.

There's nothing nicer than basking ourselves when its sunny.

Binoculars

The white binoculars which you can see things several miles away.

You can use it to watch the stars when it’s not too cloudy.

But star-watching is clearer mid-air.

Seems to be the same binoculars as those in the scenic area.

The binoculars in the scenic area require coins, but this one doesn't.

Outdoor Lounge Chairs

The new furniture I asked Gavin to buy.

Can enjoy the sunlight spa comfortably when relaxing.

Closing my eyes, I feel like I’m lying on a beach.

The soft breeze and warm sunshine. This is life.

Lying on it and looking at the blue sky and white clouds, your mind goes blank easily.

The blue and white clouds-

Leisure Table/Romantic Table (Coziness 52)

Lace tablecloth… I can’t imagine that it was chosen by Gavin.

The elaborately prepared dinner and roses, just for today.

A large sunshade on the balcony. (Black large umbrella.)

Bird Nest (Coziness 37)

Once it was a pair of binoculars, now it’s a bird’s nest.

I bought it just because it was cute, but I’ll consider having pets in the future.

Birds flying by can also have a free meal here.

#mlqc #Gavin's birthday #mlqc mini house #love and producer #mr love queen's choice #mlqc gavin #Gavin week #happy birthday Gavin

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