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❝ all that matters, j. burrow. ❞  ‎ ‎ ┉  

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀summary: joe burrow will always be a stubborn, ohio boy. even when his wife's brother is a 4-time nba champion for the cav's rival team.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀author's note: this was a cute request sent in by an anon. i had so much fun writing this one. might turn this into a cute little mini-series that i revisit every now and then, we'll see though.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀warnings: fluff, some language, joe wears cavs colors to a warriors home game.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀pairing: joe burrow x curry!reader.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀word count: 3k.

You leaned into the bathroom mirror, your hazel eyes scrutinizing the smudge of mascara you had just applied. It was a rare evening when you had the luxury to play around with your makeup products; the rigors of your soccer schedule usually had you rushing from the pitch to your London flat and back without much time to breathe. But tonight, you had promised Joe something special: a date night.

The youngest of the Curry siblings, you had grown up in the shadow of your older brother's fame, but now you were a star in your own right, a forward for Chelsea FC, making waves across the pond.

Your honey-blonde hair, the result of your most recent self-care Thursday, was pulled into a sleek ponytail, and you adjusted your custom Warriors letterman jacket with a smile. It was a nod to your brother and the Curry family's accomplishments, but more importantly, it was a declaration of where your allegiance lay tonight.

Joe emerged from the walk-in closet, grinning wide as his blue eyes crinkled, wearing a wine and gold vintage Cavs shirt underneath a black jacket. "Ready to rep the O-H-I-O?" he teased with a flex of his muscular arms.

You rolled your eyes, playfully swatting at him with a laugh. "You're insane for wearing that in the Chase Center, Joe. The Warriors' fans are going to eat you alive."

Joe shrugged, unbothered. "I'm not worried. Besides, it's just a game, right?" He winked, the singular dimple in his cheek deepening, and you couldn't help but smile back. Your fun rivalry was all part of your dynamic, a playful tug-of-war that had begun when you first started dating and had only intensified as your respective athletic careers had taken off.

"Steph's gonna kill you, babe." You laughed as Joe spun around, striking a pose in the middle of your luxurious hotel room.

Joe chuckled, pulling you closer. "Nah, he'll love it. Besides, I'm not scared of a little trash talk. I've faced down 300-pound linebackers, I can handle some rowdy Warriors fans." He kissed your forehead lightly, and you felt a flutter in your stomach. You had been married for a year now, but with the distance and your hectic schedules, moments like these felt like a first date all over again.

You stepped out of the hotel and into the brisk San Francisco night, the air buzzing with the electricity of game day. The lights of the Oracle arena shone like a beacon, a stark contrast to the darkness beyond. Fans were already streaming in, slightly tipsy, jerseys donned, and voices raised in chants. The air was thick with the smell of popcorn and pretzels, the sweet scent of victory and hope.

Your Uber pulled up, and Joe held the door open for you, flashing a grin. "Ladies first," he said with a dramatic bow, which earned him a coy eye roll in return. You climbed in, the leather seats cool against your skin, and headed towards the stadium.

"You know, if you keep that up, people might think you have a crush on me," you quipped, your eyes sparkling with mischief as you stuffed into the backseat of the sedan.

Joe leaned in, whispering, "But what if I do?" His breath tickled your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. You giggled, swatting him away, the warmth of his touch lingering.

As you approached the arena, the crowd grew denser, a sea of blue and yellow interspersed with a few brave souls in wine and gold. Joe pointed each group of Cavs fans out to you who simply rolled your eyes in return. You made your way to your courtside seats, the anticipation of the game mingling with the excitement of your date night. Ayesha and the kids sat upstairs in their family suite, recognizing that the excitement of the floor would be too much for little Caius. The arena was a cauldron of noise, fans stomping their feet, the echoes of their chants reverberating through the rafters.

Your heart swelled with pride as you caught sight of your brother, Steph, warming up on the court. His movements were fluid, a silent symphony of skill and athleticism. You knew Joe was watching him with a mix of admiration and competitive spirit. Despite being from different sports, they shared a deep respect for one another's talent.

As you settled into your seats, the Jumbotron blazed to life, displaying a montage of the players' faces. When Joe's filled the screen, the crowd booed playfully at the sight of his Cavaliers jersey, and Joe laughed amusedly, soaking in the attention. You elbowed him gently, whispering, "You're asking for it." He just grinned wider, his amusement more pronounced than ever.

Your face was displayed after his, and the stadium erupted in cheers, a wave of love that washed over you, making you feel both awe-struck and invincible. You smiled in acknowledgment, flashing a shy grin that could only be described as uniquely 'Curry'. The contrast between Joe's jeers and your cheers made you both laugh.

The game tipped off, and the atmosphere was electric. You were in your element, both of you were used to the roar of the crowd and the thrill of competition. The Warriors played with a finesse that was a testament to their unrivaled teamwork. Meanwhile, Joe remained unfazed by the glares of the die-hard fans around you, occasionally throwing a peace sign or a thumbs up, his charm doing wonders to lighten the tension.

You watched your brother closely, your heart racing every time he had the ball. Each shot he took was a masterclass in precision, and each pass was silent communication with his teammates that seemed almost telepathic. Despite the noise of the arena, you could hear the sweet symphony of sneakers squeaking against the gleaming hardwood, the swish of the net, and the thump of bodies colliding. It brought you back to your childhood, watching your father play in arenas just like this one, and then your brothers in their AAU leagues.

Joe's hand found yours, his thumb tracing circles on the back of your palm, grounding you in the present. He leaned in to whisper in your ear, "I know you're enjoying this, but don't forget we're still on a date."

You turned to look at him, your smile brightening slightly. "You're right," you conceded, tearing your eyes away from the mesmerizing dance of athletes on the court. You shared a kiss, quick and sweet, that seemed to echo in contrast to the pulse of the game around them.

The second half began, and the Warriors picked up the pace. Each basket scored brought the stadium to its feet, and the air was charged with excitement. The tension grew as the clock ticked down, the score neck and neck. Joe, despite his jovial exterior, couldn't hide the tension in his grip on your hand.

Your eyes remained glued to the game, your heart racing with every play. You felt a strange kinship with the players on the court, a shared understanding of the blood, sweat, and tears that went into every win and loss. Your mind drifted to your own training sessions, the countless hours spent perfecting your craft, and you couldn't help but feel a swell of pride for your brother's success.

The third quarter ended with a dramatic buzzer-beater, and the stadium went wild. The energy was intoxicating, a heady mix of adrenaline and anticipation. As the players took their seats, the kiss cam made its reappearance. Though the two of you had been lucky enough to evade the cameraman the first round, this time, it found you this time around. The crowd's cheers were mixed with good-natured jeers at Joe's persistent loyalty to his Ohio roots when he appeared on the Jumbotron again.

Joe leaned over, whispering, "I dare you," his eyes alight with challenge. Without missing a beat, you turned to him, your own eyes twinkling. The cameraman hovered above you, waiting. And just as the spotlight hit your faces, you leaned in for a kiss that was more passionate than any you had shared in public before. The crowd erupted into applause, and even the die-hard Warriors fans couldn't help but cheer for the star-studded couple.

Your kiss played out on the giant screen, and even Steph couldn't resist looking over from the bench, shaking his head in feigned disapproval. The sight of your brother's amusement only made your heart swell more. You were a family of champions, bound by love, competition, and a shared love for the sports that had defined your lives.

The final quarter was a battle royale, with each team fighting tooth and nail for every point. The tension in the arena was palpable, a living, breathing entity that seemed to pulse with every heartbeat. Joe was on the edge of his seat, his eyes never leaving the court, even as he held onto your hand tightly. You, too, were absorbed in the game, your nails biting into your palm as you willed the Warriors to victory.

As the last minutes ticked away, the score remained tight. The crowd was a blur of color and noise, a symphony of hope and nerves. Then, in a moment of pure magic, Steph took the ball, dribbled around two defenders, and launched a fadeaway three-pointer that swished through the net, giving the Warriors a lead that would ultimately seal the deal. The stadium exploded in a cacophony of cheers and high-fives, and you jumped to your feet, screaming with pure elation.

Joe leaned back, a look of mock defeat on his face. "Well, I guess the Currys wins again." He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, his smile unwavering.

You couldn't help but laugh, pushing your husband's shoulder playfully. "You say that like it's a surprise," you teased, nudging him with your shoulder. "You married into a family that doesn't like losing. Get used to it."

The final buzzer rang out, echoing through the arena, and the Warriors emerged victorious. The sea of fans around you surged to their feet, a wave of euphoria crashing over them. The Jumbotron played highlights from the game, and Joe couldn't resist pointing out every time the camera caught him looking less than thrilled. "Look at this face," he said with a chuckle, "It's like I'm at a funeral."

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't wipe the smug smile from your face. "You're just salty," you said, leaning into his side. "It's okay, you have to lose sometimes. It builds character."

Joe squeezed your hand, his competitive spirit not quite letting him admit defeat. "Yeah, yeah," he said, his voice thick with sarcasm. "I'll just have to beat you at something later to make up for it."

The stadium lights dimmed, and the players made their way to the locker rooms. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and victory, the cheers slowly morphing into a low murmur as fans made their way out. The arena staff began to clean up, and the reality of the night's end set in.

You and Joe waited patiently for the crowd to thin out before being escorted down the tunnel alongside a few other Warriors' family members. As you approached the waiting area, you spotted your sister-in-law Ayesha settling baby Caius in her arms. Your nieces Rylie and Ryan were engaged in a hand game with your nephew Canon, mysteriously all fully awake in anticipation of seeing their father and auntie.

"Is that the Currys?" You called out, your voice a mix of excitement and fatigue. You haven't had much time to spend with the kids since your move to London so any chance to see them was a blessing. Ayesha's face lit up as she saw the two of you approaching.

"Hey, Joe," she said with a knowing smile, eyeing his outfit. "You're a brave man."

Joe grinned back, his confidence unshaken as he leaned over to embrace her warmly. "I'm an Ohio boy, Ayesha. I wear my colors proudly."

You stepped forward, kissing Ayesha's cheek then Caius'. "How did the little ones survive the game?"

"They're all about the snacks, not the score," Ayesha said, her own eyes sparkling with mirth. She handed Caius to his aunt, and the baby's tiny hands reached for your letterman jacket. The sight of your brother's name and number on the back of his onesie made you chuckle.

"He looks just like Steph, square head and everything," you said, bouncing the baby in your arms. Caius gurgled happily, oblivious to the sports allegiances swirling around him. The three other children's laughter filled the otherwise empty tunnel, a reminder of the joy that these games brought to your lives, beyond the wins and losses.

"What's going on, champ?" Joe offered a fist bump to Canon as he knelt down to the kids' level, Rylie and Ryan flanking his sides with hugs of their own. Canon's eyes widened with excitement as he attempted to recount every thrilling play of the game in dramatic fashion, his enthusiasm bubbling over like a pot of boiling water.

You couldn't help but feel a tug at your heartstrings. Despite the chaos of your lives, these moments with your family grounded you. You looked over at your brother, who was signing autographs and taking selfies with fans. His eyes met yours, and you knew he felt the love too.

"You guys have fun?" Stephen asked, making his way over to the group of you with a bounce in his step. His oldest three children took off in his direction, their laughter bouncing off the walls of the tunnel like the echoes of the game.

"Always fun to watch you kick butt," Joe said, giving him a hug that was half squeeze, half pat on the back.

Steph grinned, his teeth gleaming against his tanned skin. "Thanks, man. Always a pleasure to send your sorry-ass fan club home where they belong." He clapped Joe on the back, the teasing glint in his eye never fading.

You hugged your brother tightly, feeling the warmth of his post-shower skin against your cheek. "Great game, Wardell," you murmured into his ear, the sound of his government name falling off your lips drawing a scowl from the basketball player.

"Don't start with that," he spoke back, his voice a mix of affection and annoyance. He took another moment to greet his wife and infant son before turning his attention back to Joe. "No seriously, how you gonna wear that in my house?" He nodded towards Joe's shirt, feigning disgust.

Joe just laughed, shaking his head. "I gotta represent, even if it's in enemy territory."

Steph rolled his eyes but couldn't hide his amusement. "As long as you keep that one in line," he nodded towards you who simply kissed your teeth, "I'll forgive you."

"I'll do my best," Joe replied, looping an arm around your waist. "She's quite the handful most days. But luckily for her, she's got good taste in quarterbacks," he added, planting a kiss on your cheek.

The adults shared a laugh, your bonds unbreakable despite your playful arguing. The night was still young, and the promise of more teasing and laughter lay ahead. The tension of the game had been a welcome distraction from your daily routines, but now, as you stepped into the cool San Francisco Bay breeze, the reality of your careers crashed back in.

You knew your time was limited; tomorrow, you'd be back in the grind, preparing for your upcoming training camp with the US Women's National Team. But for now, you cherished every second with Joe and your family, the joy of the victory still buzzing in your veins.

As you made your way out of the arena, the cool night air greeting you like a refreshing splash of water, you whispered into Joe's ear, "Thank you for flying out with me. It means a lot."

Joe looked down at you, his blue eyes warm with affection. "Anything for my favorite girl."

"You got more than one girl, Burrow?" You teased with a squint of your eyes, a smirk playing on your lips.

"Just you and the football, baby." He whispered back. You strolled down the crowded streets, the distant echo of the game still reverberating in your ears, mixing with the chatter of the fans leaving the arena.

"Unless you have something you wanna tell me?" He continued with his low whisper, his thumb brushing across your stomach as he held your waist delicately. The conspiratorial tone hinted at his most persistent wish in the last few months, one that had become a running joke between the two of you.

You playfully elbowed him. "Don't start with me, Joe. You haven't upgraded yourself to baby daddy yet." But the smile on your face gave away your secret longing. The thought of a baby had been a topic of gentle teasing and hopeful glances for a while now. It was a future you both craved, but one that had to wait until your schedules allowed.

You continued to walk in comfortable silence, the cacophony of the city blending into the background. The night was alive with the glow of streetlights reflecting off the pavement, the distant honks of cars, and the occasional cheer from a passing fan. As you approached your Uber, Joe paused, looking around at the bustling streets of San Francisco.

"You know, I could get used to this," he mused, his eyes taking in the scenery. "Maybe we should get a place out here."

You looked up at him, your smile growing. "You'd leave the Bengals for me?"

"Woah, I didn't say all that," Joe chuckled, shaking his head. "But maybe a second home wouldn't be the worst idea." His eyes searched yours, hopeful and playful all at once.

You felt the weight of his words, the hint of a future where your paths didn't have to be so separate. "We'll see," you said, your voice softer than you intended. The thought of having Joe all to yourself away from the bustle of his Cincinnati fame was tempting, but you knew your careers weren't going anywhere, not soon enough for the two of you to seriously consider a second home anyway.

You slid into the Uber, the cool leather a stark contrast to the warmth of Joe's hand in yours. You leaned your head against his shoulder, watching the city lights blur by, feeling the gentle rhythm of his breath against your hair.

[frenchkisstheabyss]

🖤 Yours Alone 🖤

🖤 Pairing: dom!boyfriend!hongjoong x sub!fem!reader

🖤 Genre: smut

🖤 Summary: Things get interesting when you visit your boyfriend while he's on a business trip in Greece.

🖤 Word Count: 1.1k-ish

🖤 Warnings: soft dom hongjoong, praise kink, masturbation (f), fingering, nicknames (daddy, baby, good girl), edging, the filthiest of language, and remind me if I missed anything

🖤 A/N: @sailork-pop I hope this insomnia fueled one shot satisfies your wishes to be a spoiled Joong babe who gets flown out to pretty places

Hongjoong spares no expense when it comes to you. Anything you’ve ever wanted, anything you might even think you want, is yours without question. Some might say he spoils you but why shouldn’t he when you’ve always been such a good girl? You’re his goddess. His muse. His addiction. If you want the moon he’ll pluck it from the night sky and every star with it. This time around you hadn’t quite asked for the moon. Actually, you hadn’t directly asked for anything.

You’d simply called to tell him how much you missed him while he was away on business in Greece, never expecting that he’d have you on a flight to the breathtaking island of Santorini mere hours later. With gorgeous homes carved into the towering cliffs of the island surrounded by a sea that reflects a vivid blue unlike any you’ve ever witnessed, it’s been the epitome of romance since you stepped off the plane. 

But none of that is why you’re here. You didn’t drop everything to come dine at expensive restaurants or brush elbows with his friends in the fashion industry. You came to be with him. To be seen by him. To be loved by him. To be draped across the bed in his luxury suite like the beautiful creature that you are, stroking your clit through the designer lingerie he had custom-made just for you.

Hongjoong stands at the end of the bed, still dressed in the suit he wore to dinner. The one that drove you mad all night, making it impossible to focus on much else but him. He looks so good that you can’t take your eyes off of him. A feeling that’s intensely mutual. Hongjoong’s eyes are glued to you, captivated by the sight of you playing with yourself precisely as he instructed.

You make the cutest pouty face, whimpering at how heavenly the expensive silk of your panties feels brushing against your stiff clit. Hongjoong takes a deep breath, rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt, “Aww, my girl has the prettiest little moans. Come here and let daddy see how wet you are.” “Yes, daddy” you mewl, inching closer to the foot of the bed and spreading your legs. Using two fingers he pulls your panties to the side, grinning at how drenched they are before he even gets a look at the arousal dripping from your warmth.

“I didn’t tell you to stop, did I?” he teases, his free hand reaching up to lovingly cup your cheek. Gripping your panties, he tucks them to the side, exposing every bit of your deliciously needy pussy to him. Your fingers are back at your clit, your head falling back at the jolt of pleasure you get from finally touching your bare clit. He groans, chewing at his bottom lip, his cock growing hard enough to make him regret these fitted pants.

Fuck, he wants you on his tongue so badly but that’s not a part of the plan. At least not for this round. For now, he needs you just like this, making delicate figure eights on your clit, your pussy so wet that your fingers keep slipping through your folds whenever your clit twitches from you hitting a particularly sensitive spot. “Daddy, am I doing okay?” you whine, a wave of heat washing over you. “Oh, baby,” he coos, dipping two fingers into the juices trickling from your slit, “You’re doing so well. Look at this.”

Hongjoong raises his fingers up to show how perfectly you glisten in the light. He pops them into his mouth, those few drops of you coating his tongue enough to chase off his craving. He doesn’t even try to hide how much he loves the taste of you, humming as he takes one last lick. Just knowing how hooked on your pussy he is has you teetering on the edge of your high. Your movements begin to get sloppy as your muscles weaken, your body tingling from head to toe.

Your breath hitches as your stomach winds itself into endless knots that threaten to snap without warning. “Stop” Hongjoong demands, grabbing you by the wrists and pinning your arms to your sides. You writhe beneath the pressure, slowly losing your grasp on an orgasm so close you could almost taste it. But you don’t want it, not really, unless Hongjoong says you’re allowed. 

“Are we forgetting to ask permission? We can’t have that can we?” he scolds, leaning forward to kiss your inner thighs, his lips barely skimming your clit as he moves from one thigh to the other. “I’m sorry, daddy. Can I cum? Pretty please? Can you…can you make me cum?” Hongjoong releases you, kissing his way down your leg as he rises back to his feet. “I don’t know. You were doing such a good job on your own. I don’t think you need me.”

Crawling onto your knees, you poke your bottom lip out, “But I do need you. I always need you.” Hongjoong pets your hair, contemplating his answer for what feels like a painfully long time. Without a word, he kisses you on the forehead and makes his way to the other end of the bed. When he shifts to the middle of the bed, his back to the headboard, you don’t even question that the answer’s yes.

You position yourself between his legs, leaning back so that your head rests on his chest, the scent of his cologne filling your lungs. Hongjoong wraps his arms around your waist, his embrace safe and comforting. You spread your legs, knees pressing into his, back arching as his fingers sink into your core. “Joongie, mmph” you squeak at the feeling of his other hand laying flat on your clit, rubbing back and forth at the same rapid pace of those fingers rhythmically thrusting into your pussy.

“You hear that baby?” he whispers into your ear, “Still so wet. You must really wanna make daddy happy.” “I do. Want you to be proud of me.” Hongjoong picks up his pace, moving faster and faster the tighter your walls clench around him. “What? Look at how well you take my fingers, swallowing them so fucking deep inside you. I’m always so, so proud of you, baby.”

And just like that you’re seeing stars, trembling in his arms as you gush all over the bed, his fingers tapping at your sweet spot until you can’t take it anymore. You collapse into him, whimpering even after his fingers have eased out of you. Lifting you up a bit, he grabs the blanket tousled about beneath you, bringing it up to cover you as you cuddle up together.

“Hey,” he says softly, kissing you on the cheek. You smile up at him, your eyes bright and loving, “Yeah?” “I really missed you too.”

[gamarancianne]

Azriel x reader - In Between part III

Part I, part II, part IV

Summary: after the disastrous family dinner, you started to get yourself up again by going on dates with a guy working in your coffee shop. But what happens when, by denying your irresponsible acts, you start to hurt your friend

Warning: angst, toxic guy, denial, so much denial, kinda rude Lucien, mean and rude reader, hurt, smut if you squint, and allusion to slut, anxiety, overthinking, regret, lots of regret. Not proofread, my English.

Note: sorryyyyyy for the angst babes but I promise the next part will be *chef kiss*. Love you all ! Thanks again for the love, the support and above all the understanding of my pause 💗💗💗

Also I wanted to say that i move when you react by reblogging or commenting it makes my days !!!

The ring of the coffee shop you worked in, pulled you out of your well deserved dream. Since you started working again, you sunk again in the meanness and the rudeness of the many customers that came in and almost insulted you ordering their coffee.

What you didn't expect was that it was Feyre, your High Lady who came in. You stilled, back high in your position, your eyes wide open. Her eyes scanned the small and cozy room and brightened when they found your frozen figure. She smiled brightly at you and you felt like you were looking at the sun. She approached the counter and said:

"Hello you !

-High Lady." You bowed your head. She pouted.

"I thought I already told you not to call me that. I'm Feyre to you.

-Right, sorry Hi-Feyre.

- Don't apologize". Her smile returned to her beautiful face. Awkward you asked her:

"So what do you want on the menu.. I have a few favorites if you want advice."

You wondered why did she come in your coffee shop where as there were many that were way more luxurious.

"Oh I didn't want anything, I wanted to see you.

-Me ? But-

- Yes you, I didn't particularly wanted to talk to the wall behind you".

You chuckled at your nervousness.

"I, again, apologize for the mean and completely undeserved behaviour of my sister a few days ago".

The sun of her face was instantly replaced by dense and grey clouds as remembering this bad memory.

"Don't worry really ! It's not your fault, you should not feel guilty about something you haven't done. You haven't been anything but nice and kind to me when I arrived at your private home, kinda inviting the space and the calm of your family.

-No no no ! I feel like you help Lucien a lot, and since he got here it was difficult to talk through what happened to us but I really care about him you know, so I feel delighted to know that someone else does too. And I liked you since I saw you so I wanted to know you!

-It means a lot to me Feyre, really, I liked you too, you're an incredible woman."

She put a hand on her heart, her sea eyes full of emotions and love.

"Well maybe I'll trust you and order something. Get me your favorite!"

You smiled at her and prepared her order, she paid you way more than needed and left after waving goodbye and promising to return to see you maybe with Nyx.

Even serving mean customers, your day had been way better since Feyre came in to say hello. As you were closing the shop, Aaron, the brown haired guy who worked with you was waiting for someone outside. You started walking on the street to your appartment he came to you blushing.

"Hey yn? He asked awkwardly.

-Yes ? You turned to him questioning.

-You know, from a very long time I think you're really kind, and smart and pretty. And I wanted to ask you three weeks ago but you stopped working so it's now or never. I'd really want to go to dinner with you if you'd like.

-Oh my gods that's really kind of you ! Why not ? When do you want to go ?

-Are you free tonight I know a nice restaurant down the street ? He asked relieved from your former response.

-Yes let's go ! I didn't know it before but it seems really nice."

Your walk to the dinner was filled with laughter et joy. It's atmosphere was warm and cozy, just what you needed. You both ate in a comforting silence and he walked you back home.

"I just want to make myself clear. He said hesitantly. Tonight was a date, for me, I like you a lot so..

-Don't worry, it was one for me as well, I've really enjoyed it, it was a nice evening thank you for paying by the way.

-No problem. Then, since we both agree on that, what would you say about another one in 2 or 3 days?

-Yes I would appreciate that ! We'll organise that tomorrow though because I'm really tired now and all I want is to jump under my covers.

-Yeah of course.. yeah see ya !" He kissed you on the corner of your lips and you saw him shrink as walked the down the fairy lit street of Velaris.

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The days at work were now so much more joyful and you appreciated it a lot. Your coffee guy and you had been on 4 dates lately and you had one again tonight at the same restaurant. You were disappointed in the fact that you both did exactly the same things as dates but he was nice so you brushed it off. You haven't told anything to Lucien yet, and you could bet that he had guessed because of the suspicious looks he gave you when you would go to work. The bell rang again and Feyre came in for third time in the week. She had been coming with Nyx lately, today was an exception, because he seemed to like you, even to be enamoured with you. That's what Feyre had said. You loved him too, he was so small and so cute with his cheeks burning red everytime you would come up to him and kiss him on the nose or the forehead. You brightly smiled at her but she seemed a bit off today. You frowned a little and when she arrived at the counter you took her and led her to a more private table. You could see she was thankful thanks to her beaming eyes.

"What's happening Fey?"

You had a thing with nicknames, it was your own love language. Everytime you would meet someone new, and that you liked them of course, they would end up with a nickname of yours, even your high lady.

"Well, Rhys and I are really really tired because of the parenthood and we haven't had time for ourselves, I mean our relationship lately. Plus with the tiredness, we argued this morning and said bad things that we didn't mean but nobody apologized for now. And I would've liked if Rhys and I could go to a 3 days maybe 2, vacation at the cabin to rest and enjoy eachother a little...

-Do you want me to babysit Nyx ? You cut her off and she seemed embarrassed to ask you that.

-Well, I know we've been friends just for a short period of time but Nyx only wants you to babysit him, we've tried everyone but he can't seem to stop crying or asking you if you aren't the one to keep an eye on him. I'm really sorry yn.

-Hey Fey, don't worry really. You brushed an arm on her shoulder to ease her tension. I asked because I wanted to offer my help, there's no need to be embarrassed, of course I will stay with this little demon. And you know, even if it's not since a long time, I value and cherish a lot our blooming friendship."

She hugged you tightly and you did as well.

"Also, enjoy Rhys and don't worry you can even go one week if you want. But do you mind if on the morning I come here with Nyx, unfortunately I can't stop work.

-Really ? Oh my gods you really are the bestest friend!! And yes he loves your coffee shop anyway. Are you free to start tonight ?"

You nodded and she hugged you goodbye and stormed off the shop surely to inform Rhys, a big smile on her beautiful face.

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The day at the shop had been quite calm and relaxing, on the contrary of usual. You had cancelled your date and he seemed a bit mad, but you understood so you brushed it off. You were walking to the townhouse now, listening to the lovely music of the talented artists of the rainbow. As you walked through the door, Rhys came at you, eyes thankful as ever, and hugged you saying that it meant a lot to him and that you were helping him with his relationship and he was so grateful for that. You reassured him and after discussing with Fey she led you to the little Lord of the night who was playing with a giant figure that seemed way too familiar to you to be at ease, before running into your arms and screaming your name. The figure flinched and stilled before beautiful Hazel eyes sunk into yours and you lost yourself in the beauty of the male sat before you. Azriel. He was there, playing with Nyx and his toys and you were hugging back Nyx, hung on your legs. Feyre quickly hugged you goodbye and vanished away when her and Rhys windowed straight to the cabin. You couldn't move, you were frozen on your feet but Nyx pulled you sat in front of Azriel.

"Let's play with my favorite aunt and uncle !"

He was so oblivious to what was going on between you and Azriel, so innocent. It was kinda cute but you couldn't think of that I that moment.

"He wanted me to stay but not without you, I'm sorry if I make you feel awkward. Azriel explained, eyes filled with genuine apologies.

-Dont worry, he's the little king after all, he gets to decide."

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On the contrary of what you had expected, Azriel, Nyx and you had had a very good week. Azriel and you were really organized: while you were working he would take Nyx out flying and is he had reports or little missions to do you would take the little Lord to the coffee shop and under the hard gaze of your coffee guy, Azriel would come pick you both up. The night you would both play, read and then put Nyx in bed with a kiss. After the conversation was not awkward at all, you discussed a little bit of everything in your life: Azriel had told you the story behind the siphons he had and the Carynthian trial, what a fool you were asking him the first time where you could buy them. And you told Azriel the story behind the library coffee shop you held, the fact that being a girl you weren't given the chance to read and always admired the beautiful books in a library or a bookshop, so you decided to allow people who couldn't afford books to read, especially if they loved it. You talked and talked and laughed, but never ever has the infamous subject been approached. But it was better this way, to move on and everything.

Tonight was the last night with Nyx and after a flying time, a picnic near the Sidra, and a 3 scoops ice scream on the way back home, Nyx was now in his pajamas and ready to go to sleep after a big day of activities. But he wouldn't manage sleeping if you weren't in bed with him pretending to sleep as well.

That's the reason why you found yourself tangled on the couch with Azriel, an almost sleeping Nyx on your lap while the former was reading him a story. Gods that voice of his ! It was so attractive.. how could you move on to that ?? You were almost eye fucking him at this point. But in effort to not make a fool of yourself, you closes your eyes and tried to relax a little. But what you didn't expect was to fall asleep with his voice, which he didn't expect too. He found himself with Nyx and the beautiful female he would like to call his asleep on him. Oh gods he was panicking. He didn't really realise you were asleep on him. YOU WERE SLEEPING ON HIM !!! Azriel was trying to catch his breath to no wake you up but it was difficult knowing that you laid on his chest, holding tightly his shirt, clearly a sleeping beauty. So he relaxed himself as well and fell asleep too.

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You felt sunlight peak through your eyes closed but they felt too heavy to open them and wake up. Plus you were so comfortable, it was warm and there was tight arms hugging your waist and chest.

But around 5 minutes later, your mind found consciousness again when you hear little giggles coming from above you. You opened your eyes and saw two pairs of icy and violet eyes looking straight at you, glistening with joy and mischief. You wondered why until yours went wide as you realised the arms and the warm wave from the one and unique Azriel. Rhys bursted out of laughter at your panicked face and Feyre poked and scolded him for wakening Azriel. Because yes, he did. And Nyx woke up too, jumping on his parents still laughing at now two panicked faces. After thanking both of you, Feyre and Rhys seemed to be having their own secret conversation because of the way their eyes went glassy in a matter of seconds. So you jumped on the opportunity to flee, to run away from this damn situation. What have you done ?!

Arriving at your appartment the door was open so you assumed Lucien had stayed in. Coming in you were met with him yelling at you.

"Have you lost your mind ?"

You had never seen him like that and you didn't understand why.

"What ? What's going on Lu?

-Don't Lu me right now, that's not the time ! I've learnt that you were having dates with a guy for 2 weeks now? And besides the fact that you haven't told me anything, which I'm upset for, that damn guy came today. He was fuckibg banging at the door, almost crashing it ! When I opened, we both explained our situation with you, he got mad, started yelling that you were going to fucking pay for the fact that you were avoiding him and seeing another male he saw you with !

-Dont worry Lu, I don't see anyone else, I was just babysittkng Nyx with Az, that's all.

-But I don't care about that! That's not the fucking problem! The damn thing is that this guy is a walking Red flag! He screams toxic a hundred miles away ! And seeing him yelling like a godsdamned animal earlier, it wouldn't surprise me for him to be an abuser! So stop seeing him please !

-What ? No ? You're emphasising Lu, he's not like that I promise, he's kind and nice to me!

-Please yn.. I've seen him.. I dont want you to get hurt."

The whole conversation was starting to upset you. You hadn't slept a lot, had woken up awkward as hell and you hadn't even put a feet in your own appartment that your best friend started screaming at you for a guy he didn't even know.

"Okay Lucien." He stilled, you never called him that usually.

"It's not because your own relationship didn't work that you have to have a word on mine or ruin it for me to still be the pitiful single not-even-bestfriend of yours."

He opened his mouth, ready to talk back but nothing came out of it. You saw the big pained look in his eye and immediately regretted your action.

"Oh my gods Lu, I'm so sorry I didn't me-

-As you said.. don't Lu me right now." He said cold voice starting to walk to the doors.

"NO PLEASE LU!" It was your turn to scream now.

He slammed the door shut, and you cried your whole heart out: you were such an ass. No wonder why Azriel, then Elain and now Lucien had walked away from you. You hurt everything and everyone you loved. Feyre might even be pretending to be your friend. You only felt just an ounce of relief when the cool breeze of a shadow caressed your the back of your neck.

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The shadow had stayed the day and helped you with everything. It was comforting really and you needed it. You blamed yourself for what happened with Lucien earlier, really you did and you only thought about that. But you still went to work and met your coffee guy who proposed a date the night for you to make it up for the lost time. That's what he had said with a wink. You had nodded but hadn't said anything, a little hurt by what he said. Maybe Lucien was right after all ? No that couldn't be possible. You couldn't possibly be terrible in every relationship choices you made ? So you agreed and back home before the date, you decided that you would indeed make up for the lost time. You dressed yourself in a long blue dress with your back naked, attached your hair in a stylised bun and put on mascara and red lips. You were really sexy and beautiful. For once you could admit it and call you that.

The dinner went well and on the door, he kissed fervently. At first you were shocked but still answered to the sloppy kiss. He pinned you on your door and after a pressing unlock, he slammed it and carried you to your bed for what you thought to be a sleepless night.

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It was a sleepless night indeed, but not like you thought it would be. He wasn't even food in bed and you had spent the entire night regretting it but fearing of just moving an inch. You had just been staring at the ceiling wondering what had you done again and thinking about the fact that you should have listened to Lucien. Panicking again, in a too short period of time, you sensed again the shadow curling against your neck, as if it was comforting you.

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[yujo-nishimura]

Whispers of the Desert Kingdom - Part 2

Warning: Sir Crocodile x fem reader, mention of masturbation, English is not my native language, not proof-read, age gap

words: 766

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9

You were always obedient to your father's requests, which is why Vivi had joined the pirates while you stayed in the country. However, you couldn't shake off the feeling of suspicion regarding this sudden order. 

"Has the king given any specific reason for me not to meet the visitor?" you inquire, sensing Pell's avoidance of eye contact and his hesitation, indicating that he was lying. 

"Well, for now, there hasn't been any reason given," Pell responds, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. 

"Very well, then. Please bring me some breakfast, and I will commence my studies," you say, releasing Pell from his uncomfortable position near the door, understanding the guilt he must feel for having to lie to you. 

He swiftly leaves your room, and you can hear the door being locked from the outside. It seemed like an unreasonable measure in your eyes, but you sigh and slump your shoulders. All this commotion and excitement surrounding a visitor you're not supposed to meet? What could this possibly be about?

As you walk towards your desk, your eyes catch sight of the books for today's study. Opening the drawer, you retrieve your feather, ink, and pen. However, out of the corner of your eye, you notice a sudden commotion outside. Curiosity piqued, you swiftly step towards the window, gently lifting the curtain to get a better look.

Before you, a group of finely dressed individuals arrive, and amidst them stands Chaka, the dark-haired second warrior of the palace, who has always been a true friend to you, much like Pell. He bows respectfully, and as your gaze scans the gathering, you spot a tall figure approaching. Your heart skips a beat as you recognize him. Towering in stature, with a muscular build, slicked-back purple hair, and a cigar clenched between his teeth, he exudes an aura of power. His extravagant attire fits his status - it is Sir Crocodile, the second richest man in the kingdom and one of the most influential figures in the town of Alubarna. You not only know him by his formidable reputation as a warlord of the sea, protected by the government, but also by personal acquaintance. Five years ago, when you were still young, you had the opportunity to meet him at a banquet attended by the kingdom's esteemed personalities and mayors, accompanying your father.

At the age of 17, your father introduced you to Sir Crocodile. He was much older than you and his imposing presence, coupled with his cold eyes, intimidated you. Throughout the banquet, you barely interacted with anyone else, instead focusing on discreetly observing Crocodile, captivated by his appearance.

This initial encounter sparked a mild obsession within you. After returning home, you found yourself frequently thinking about him. Over the following months and years, you would spend your weekend evenings sneaking into the local casino that he owned, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. However, encountering him there was a rare occurrence. He seldom mingled with his customers or the commoners, and most of the time, you left disappointed, unable to even lay eyes on him.

In the span of those five years, you were fortunate enough to see him on only three occasions. However, you lacked the courage to approach him, and Crocodile himself never recognized you or made any effort to engage with you. Your infatuation gradually transformed into a deep longing, causing many sleepless nights as you lay awake in bed, imagining his beautiful muscular chest beneath his luxurious attire. You fantasized about his golden hook gently caressing your skin, and the mere thought sent shivers down your spine, often leading you to touch yourself in desire and solitude.

As the princess of the kingdom, you were acutely aware of the need to maintain proper decency, and your infatuation with this man conflicted with those expectations.

Observing him as he made his way towards the palace, Chaka warmly welcoming him, it suddenly dawned on you that he was the highly anticipated and esteemed visitor everyone had been eagerly awaiting. Your heart raced, and a flush of excitement spread across your skin. Why had your father extended an invitation to the only man who held such immense significance in your world?

As you reluctantly tore your gaze away from the window, a sense of dizziness overwhelmed you. Just as you were about to step back, you gasped in sheer awe. Crocodile had lifted his eyes, meeting your gaze through the glass. Your lips parted gently, and disbelief washed over you. He smiled—an enchanting sight—his dark eyes gleaming through the wisps of smoke from his cigars.

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Diamond Of The First Water

In the aftermath of war, Paradis finds itself in need of powerful alliances. When Emperor Armand of Valoria offers his military aid in exchange for the hand of his daughter, Princess Solina, in marriage, Captain Levi Ackerman is thrust into an engagement that begins as a political strategy but soon becomes something much deeper.

Princess Solina, sheltered from the world and unaware of the realities of love and war, finds herself drawn to Levi—the man known as Humanity’s Strongest Soldier. As they navigate royal customs, public expectations, and the growing threat of Marley, the bond between them deepens into a genuine connection.

But neither Solina nor Levi are prepared for the challenges of a political marriage, the weight of intimacy, and the secrets that lie beneath the surface. As Solina enters a new life with Levi, her naivety is tested, and Levi faces a battle unlike any he’s fought before—the fight to protect his heart.

Can their love flourish in the midst of war, duty, and danger? Or will the forces conspiring against them tear them apart before they can find peace? (Levi x OC)

Chapter Two

Far across the sea, in the heart of Valoria, the Rose House stood resplendent amid the vast royal garden. The sun bathed the palace grounds in golden light, filtering through the leaves of towering trees and illuminating the delicate flowers that surrounded the estate. The scent of roses filled the air, mingling with the faint melody of a harp that drifted from the open gazebo at the edge of the estate.

Princess Solina sat within the gazebo, her frame poised gracefully over her harp. Her fiery red hair cascaded over her shoulders, catching the sunlight like flames. Her fingers danced over the strings, producing a soft, melancholic tune that resonated through the quiet garden. Her emerald-green eyes were focused, lost in the music as her thoughts drifted.

The Rose House, her home and sanctuary, had always been a place of peace and beauty. It was here, among the roses, that she and her siblings had grown up, sheltered from the outside world and the weight of their royal duties. Here, in this garden, she was not the "Diamond of the First Water" or a coveted royal prize; she was simply Solina, the daughter of Rose Consort Solana.

As her song reached its soft crescendo, the gentle rustling of footsteps approached. An attendant from the Rose House, dressed in the traditional red and gold garb of her house, stepped into the gazebo, bowing respectfully before speaking.

“Your Highness,” the attendant said softly, her voice tinged with urgency, “the emperor has summoned you to the main palace at once.”

Solina’s fingers stilled on the harp, her heart skipping a beat. It was rare for her father, Emperor Armand, to summon her like this. He typically visited the Rose House in the evenings, sharing dinner with her, her siblings, and her mother, Lady Solana. These were the quiet, cherished moments of her life, when her father’s powerful presence softened, and he became simply ‘father’ to her.

For him to summon her now, in the middle of the day, was unusual. It meant something important had happened.

Solina carefully placed her harp aside, smoothing down the fabric of her flowing gown as she rose from her seat. The tension in her chest was impossible to ignore, her mind already racing with possibilities. What could be so urgent?

“Thank you,” she said to the attendant, her voice calm despite the unease building within her. “I’ll go to him right away.”

The walk from the Rose House to the main palace felt longer than usual. The path wound through the immaculate gardens, a place of beauty and luxury where only the emperor and his immediate family could enter. No one else was allowed beyond the towering gates that separated the royal garden from the rest of Valoria, besides the staff of the respective houses. Here, amidst the flowers and statues, the emperor’s children and consorts lived in seclusion, their lives defined by privilege and duty.

As Solina neared the grand palace, the weight of her summons pressed down on her. She had always known that one day her father would arrange a marriage for her, as he had done with her elder brothers and sisters. It was inevitable. In Valoria, marriage was the most powerful tool in the emperor’s arsenal, a means of securing alliances and strengthening the empire’s influence across the world. She had been raised to understand this, to accept it without question.

Yet, despite knowing it was her fate, the idea of marriage had always felt distant, something that existed in the future—until now.

The guards at the palace entrance bowed as she passed, their armor gleaming in the sunlight. Solina ascended the grand staircase, her pulse quickening with every step. The closer she got to the throne room, the more her nervousness grew.

When she finally reached the doors, two attendants pushed them open with a smooth motion, revealing the vast throne room beyond. It was a place of opulence, with towering columns, marble floors, and intricate tapestries depicting the history of Valoria. At the far end of the room, seated on an ornate throne, was Emperor Armand Hein.

He was an imposing figure, even from a distance. His regal bearing, sharp eyes, and silvered hair gave him an air of wisdom and power that commanded respect. He wore the ceremonial robes of his station, their deep blue and gold fabric shimmering in the light.

“Father,” Solina said softly as she approached, bowing deeply before the emperor.

Emperor Armand regarded her with a calm, calculating gaze, his expression unreadable. He gestured for her to rise, his voice deep and steady as he spoke.

“Solina,” he began, his tone formal, “I have summoned you because a matter of great importance has arisen. One that concerns both Valoria and your future.”

Her heart raced, though she kept her composure. “What is it, Father?”

The emperor’s gaze sharpened slightly. “I have offered your hand in marriage to secure an alliance with the nation of Paradis.”

The words hit her like a physical blow. Solina’s eyes widened slightly, her mind struggling to catch up with what she had just heard. Paradis? The mysterious island nation that had been isolated from the rest of the world for so long? The place once ravaged by Titans?

She had heard the stories—how the people of Paradis had been trapped behind walls for generations, fighting for survival against the Titans that roamed their land. She had heard of their recent attack on Marley, the chaos that had followed, and the power of the Jaegerists, who now controlled the island.

And then there was Captain Levi Ackerman—Humanity’s Strongest Soldier. His name was whispered with awe and fear across the world. He was a legend, a warrior whose prowess on the battlefield was unmatched. But he was also a man of violence, hardened by war.

Her thoughts swirled in confusion. “Captain Levi… of Paradis?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “You want me to marry him?”

The emperor’s expression remained unmoved. “Yes. Captain Levi Ackerman is a key figure in Paradis. By offering your hand in marriage, we can secure an alliance that will benefit both our empire and Paradis. This marriage will ensure that Valoria has access to the ice burst stone, a resource that is essential to our future prosperity.”

Solina felt the weight of the words settle over her. She had known this day would come, but to be offered to someone like Captain Levi… It was almost too much to comprehend. She had imagined her future marriage to be a quiet affair, perhaps to a noble from another kingdom. But this? This was a union with a man whose life had been consumed by war, with a nation that had only recently emerged from the shadows of isolation.

Her father’s gaze softened, though his tone remained firm. “I know this is sudden, Solina, but you have always understood your duty. This marriage will bring great stability to both Valoria and Paradis.”

Solina swallowed, her hands trembling slightly as she clasped them together. “But… will they accept? Will Captain Levi agree to this?”

The emperor’s gaze turned calculating again. “That is for Paradis to decide. The proposal has been sent. It is now up to them to accept or decline.”

Solina lowered her gaze, her mind racing with thoughts of the unknown future. She had heard stories of Levi, of the unimaginable strength he wielded, but also of his cold, ruthless nature. And Paradis… It was a world so foreign to her, filled with scars from a violent past.

But she knew, deep down, that this was her fate. She had been raised for this—to be a symbol of Valoria’s power, to bind nations together through her marriage. Yet the thought of leaving everything she had ever known, of traveling to a place like Paradis, made her chest tighten with fear.

“I understand, Father,” Solina said quietly, though her heart pounded in her chest. “I will do what is required of me.”

Emperor Armand nodded, satisfied. “Good. Prepare yourself, Solina. Your future awaits.”

As Solina left the throne room, the weight of her duty pressing heavily on her, she couldn’t help but wonder what awaited her across the sea. Would Captain Levi—this hardened, legendary soldier—accept the marriage? And even if he did, could she truly fulfill her role in a place as dangerous and unpredictable as Paradis?

Only time would tell.

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The Rose House was quiet as the evening set in, the golden glow of the setting sun casting long shadows through the windows of the grand dining hall. The atmosphere was far from the usual warmth that accompanied family dinners in the Rose House. Tonight, tension hung thick in the air, unspoken but palpable, especially for Princess Solina. She sat at the long, ornate table, her hands resting gently in her lap, her gaze distant as she stared at the untouched plate before her.

The Emperor, dressed in his regal attire, sat at the head of the table, his presence as commanding as ever. Lady Solana, his Rose Consort, sat to his right, her fiery red hair tied elegantly, but her emerald-green eyes were clouded with unease. Beside her sat Solina’s siblings—Prince Soloman, the heir to the throne, and her younger siblings, Princess Soleil and the twins, Princess Solenne and Prince Solander. Each of them, like Solina, shared their mother’s striking red hair and vibrant green eyes, a feature that made the Rose House unmistakably distinct from the others.

But tonight, the beauty and elegance of the family seemed overshadowed by the grim news that loomed over them.

The Emperor cut into his meal with precision, as if unaware of the tension that clung to every corner of the room. Lady Solana, however, was less composed. Her hands, usually graceful and poised, were clasped tightly together on the table, her knuckles white from the pressure. She had said little since the Emperor arrived, but her disapproval was clear in the glances she occasionally cast toward him.

Solina couldn’t stop her mind from drifting back to the conversation in the throne room. The mention of Captain Levi Ackerman’s name still echoed in her head—Humanity’s Strongest Soldier, a man feared and respected across the world, known for his ruthless efficiency in battle. How could she, a sheltered princess who had spent her life in the seclusion of the Rose House, ever form a bond with a man like him?

She glanced across the table at her mother, who caught her eye with a soft, understanding look. Lady Solana had always been a figure of calm and grace in Solina’s life, but tonight, even she seemed unable to hide her concern.

The Emperor, finishing his bite, finally broke the silence, his voice deep and commanding. “Solina, I trust you understand the importance of what has been set in motion.”

The words felt like a lead weight, pressing down on her chest. Solina nodded slowly, though her voice was soft, almost hesitant. “I do, Father. But I cannot help but wonder… how will this marriage even work? Captain Levi… he is known for his strength in battle, but what of his heart? Will he—”

“Care for you?” The Emperor’s voice cut through her words, though not unkindly. “That is not what this marriage is about, Solina. It is about securing the future of Valoria and ensuring that Paradis becomes our ally. Emotions are secondary to duty.”

Lady Solana’s hands tightened further, her voice soft but firm. “But she is still your daughter, Armand. Shouldn’t her happiness matter as well?”

The Emperor’s expression remained unreadable, his eyes flicking to his consort. “Her happiness lies in the strength of Valoria. The world is not as kind as you may wish it to be, Solana. Solina’s duty to this family is clear.”

Solomon, who had been silently fuming beside Solina, finally spoke, his voice sharp with frustration. “Father, this isn’t just about politics. You’re sending Solina off to a place we know very little about, to marry a man we’ve only heard stories of. Stories that paint him as a killer, a man forged in blood and war. Is this truly the life you want for her?”

The Emperor’s gaze hardened, his voice cool. “Solomon, you are the heir to this throne. You, more than anyone, should understand the necessity of alliances. Paradis is no ordinary island. It is a nation that was once isolated and ravaged by Titans. They are a people hardened by centuries of conflict, much like Captain Levi. If we are to survive in this ever-changing world, we must secure this alliance.”

Solomon’s jaw clenched, his green eyes burning with defiance. “I understand duty, Father, but I won’t stand by while Solina is sent to a place like that, to marry a man who likely has no regard for her as a person.”

Solina flinched slightly at her brother’s words, though she couldn’t deny that the same fears had crossed her mind. What kind of life awaited her in Paradis? Would Captain Levi even care for her, or would she simply be another pawn in the grand game of politics? Would she ever experience love, or would she be bound to a man whose heart had long since been hardened by war?

Lady Solana reached over, gently placing a hand on Solina’s arm. “My daughter, it is natural to feel fear in the face of uncertainty. But know that no matter where you go, you carry the strength of this family with you.”

Solina looked down at her mother’s hand, the warmth of her touch bringing a brief moment of comfort. “I understand, Mother… I know this is my duty, but…” Her voice faltered, and she looked up at the Emperor, her green eyes filled with uncertainty. “Will I ever have a chance to know love? Will this Captain Levi… will he care for me as a person, or am I only a tool in this alliance?”

The Emperor’s expression softened, if only slightly. “Levi Ackerman is not a man of sentiment, that much is certain. But he is a man of honor. If he agrees to this marriage, you will be respected. That is all I can promise.”

Solina’s heart sank at his words. Respected. But was that enough? Would she be able to live a life devoid of affection, of warmth? The thought of spending her days with a man who saw her only as a political asset sent a chill down her spine.

The twins, Solenne and Solander, had been quiet for most of the meal, but Soleil, ever the perceptive one, spoke up, her voice gentle but filled with concern. “Sister, if this is your fate, then we will support you. But it is unfair for you to face this alone.”

Solina smiled weakly at her younger sister, appreciating her words but knowing that, in the end, she would be alone in this. She would be leaving everything behind—the familiar halls of the Rose House, the safety of the royal garden, the comfort of her family.

Prince Solander, who had been uncharacteristically quiet, finally looked up, his young face etched with concern. “Why does it have to be Solina? Can’t someone else go?”

The Emperor sighed, his patience thinning. “Because Solina is the one I have chosen. She is the Diamond of the First Water, the jewel of Valoria. Her influence, her grace, will secure this alliance in a way that no one else could.”

The words felt heavy, a reminder of the expectations that had been placed on her from birth. Solina had always known she would one day be used to secure a political alliance, but the reality of it was far more painful than she had anticipated.

As the dinner continued, Solina remained quiet, her thoughts swirling like the winds outside the palace. Her future was no longer her own. It belonged to Valoria, to her father’s ambitions, and now, perhaps, to a man she had never met—Captain Levi Ackerman.

And yet, deep down, a small part of her wondered… could there be more to him than the stories told? Could she find something beyond duty in this marriage, some flicker of connection in a world so dominated by war and politics?

…

As the evening wound down, the atmosphere in the Rose House remained thick with unspoken tension. After the grim dinner, the royal children began to retire to their respective quarters. Princess Solene and Prince Solander’s nanny appeared quietly at the entrance of the dining hall, bowing respectfully before stepping forward to escort the twins to bed. They left with only murmurs of goodnight, their young faces still etched with worry, especially for their elder sister.

Solomanr lingered a moment longer, his hand resting on the back of his chair as he cast one last glance at Solina. There was a silent promise in his eyes—he would not forget his disapproval of their father’s decision, nor would he stop fighting for his sister. But tonight, there was nothing more to say. With a stiff nod, he too left the room, his steps echoing down the grand hallway. Princess Soleil followed behind him after casting a sympathetic look to Solina.

Solina remained seated, staring after her siblings as they disappeared from sight. Her mind was still a tempest of thoughts, swirling around Captain Levi, the foreign land of Paradis, and her unknown future. It felt as though the weight of the empire had been placed on her shoulders, and though she knew her duty, the path ahead felt colder and more isolated than ever. She needed some time alone to process everything.

Lady Solana stood, the elegance of her movements betraying none of the turmoil she harbored. “Come, Armand,” she said softly to the emperor. “Let us retire for the night.”

Emperor Armand rose from his seat with his usual regal air, but there was a quietness in his demeanor now that the formal dinner had ended. He followed his Rose Consort toward her chambers, his expression thoughtful. They moved through the long, polished corridors in silence, the faint sound of rustling tapestries the only indication of movement in the palace. The quiet was comforting, but also foreboding.

When they reached Lady Solana’s chambers, the heavy wooden doors closed behind them, and the warmth of the room enveloped them. The grand chamber was adorned with the finest silks and luxurious furnishings, befitting the Rose Consort, but tonight, its opulence did little to comfort her. Once the doors clicked shut, the facade of formality melted away.

Lady Solana, her eyes filled with restrained frustration, turned to face the emperor. “Armand,” she began, her voice softer but no less firm, “I will speak plainly. I am not happy with your decision.”

The emperor didn’t immediately respond, instead taking a slow breath as he moved toward the window, his hands clasped behind his back. The light of the moon cast a pale glow over the room, illuminating the tension that hung between them.

“I knew you wouldn’t be,” he said quietly, his voice no longer carrying the authority of a ruler, but that of a man who shared a life with her. “But you must understand, Solana, that this is necessary.”

Lady Solana moved to stand beside him, her vibrant red hair cascading down her back, and for a moment, she simply looked at him. Her heart ached—not just for Solina, but for the impossible choices that came with ruling a nation like Valoria. “Necessary, yes. But you are sending our daughter to a man we know nothing about, in a land torn apart by war and Titans. This is not what I wanted for her.”

Armand’s gaze softened, just slightly, as he turned to face his consort. The weight of leadership had never been easy, but when it involved his children, it became even more difficult. Especially with Solina, his talented, quiet daughter who shared so much of his own heart.

“I understand your concern,” he said, his voice gentler now. “But Solina’s role, her duty, is no different from the one I have placed on all my other children. It is true that Captain Levi is not like the nobles we are accustomed to, but he is a man of honor and strength. In Paradis, his name carries more weight than any royal title.”

Lady Solana looked at him sharply. “And what of love, Armand? Will she be given the chance to know it, or will her life be spent in the shadow of this alliance? I’ve seen the way she looks when she thinks no one is watching—she fears this as much as she accepts it.”

The emperor’s face softened further. Despite his stoic exterior, Armand had always held a special place in his heart for Solina. Like him, she was a virtuoso, gifted in music, and they had bonded over countless evenings spent together playing instruments, lost in the solace of their shared art. Solina had always understood him in a way few others did.

“I hope,” he said softly, “that she will find happiness, even if her path begins with duty. Levi is not a man of sentiment, but he is not without honor. I would not send her to a man who would harm her, Solana. I know this is not easy for her—for either of us—but this is the role we must play.”

Lady Solana let out a quiet sigh, her frustration still present but tempered by her husband’s words. She knew Armand loved his children, especially Solina, but love did not change the harsh realities of their world. “And what of us?” she asked. “Do you believe this alliance will even hold? Do you think Paradis will accept the terms?”

Armand turned back toward the window, his gaze distant as he looked out over the sprawling garden below. His mind, ever calculating, was already several steps ahead. “I believe they will. Paradis is in no position to refuse an alliance that can give them the resources they need. And more than that, I believe that Solina’s presence will solidify that bond.”

He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly as his thoughts shifted to the larger picture. “The ice burst stone, Solana—it is the key to everything. With access to it, we can create weapons unlike anything the world has ever seen. Weapons that will ensure Valoria remains the strongest empire for generations to come. And if Paradis stands with us, we will be untouchable.”

Lady Solana’s lips pressed into a thin line. She had heard her husband speak of the ice burst stone many times before, his plans for its potential vast and ambitious. But tonight, it felt different. The stakes were higher, and the consequences, more dangerous.

“And what of Marley? Or our other allies?” she asked quietly. “Do you believe they will stand by while we ally ourselves with Paradis?”

The emperor’s expression darkened slightly. “No. They will not be pleased. Especially Marley. They have their own agenda, and they will not take kindly to our involvement with Paradis. But it won’t matter. Once we have the ice burst stone and Paradis’ loyalty, we will be unstoppable. With those two powers combined, even Marley will have to tread carefully.”

Lady Solana studied him for a moment, seeing the resolve in his eyes. He was a man who never made decisions lightly, always weighing every possible outcome before moving forward. And yet, despite his calculated approach, she couldn’t help but feel the weight of uncertainty. The world was shifting, and while Valoria had always stood strong, the tides of power were unpredictable.

“And what of Solina?” she whispered, her voice softer now. “Do you truly believe she will be able to navigate this world of politics and war, far from home, far from everything she knows?”

The emperor’s gaze softened once more, and he placed a hand gently on Lady Solana’s shoulder. “She is stronger than she knows, Solana. I have seen it in her music, in the way she carries herself. She will find her way. And I hope that, in time, she will find something more than just duty in Paradis.”

Lady Solana nodded, though her heart was still heavy. The future was uncertain, but there was little more to be said. Duty, as always, came first. But for now, in the quiet of their shared chambers, the emperor and his consort allowed themselves a moment of vulnerability, knowing that the choices they made now would shape the world for years to come.

And as the night wore on, the weight of the empire settled over them both, its demands as relentless as ever.

…

The early morning sun bathed the Rose House in a soft golden glow, casting long shadows across the pristine garden. Emperor Armand Hein, as was his custom, woke before dawn, his mind already turning to the day’s many responsibilities. He dressed quickly, preparing to make his usual rounds to the other houses—Lily, Dahlia, and Peony—to see his other consorts and children before returning to the main palace. But as he made his way toward the door, something caught his attention.

A discordant melody echoed through the halls, the sound of a piano played with forceful, uneven strokes. The emperor paused, recognizing the chaotic rhythm immediately—it was Solina. She had always been able to express her emotions through music more clearly than words, and now her turmoil was evident in the frantic, disjointed notes.

Concern flashed across his otherwise composed face. He stood for a moment, listening to the melody’s erratic nature. The dissonance was jarring, a clear reflection of the uncertainty and anxiety his daughter was feeling about the engagement to Captain Levi. Emperor Armand had always understood Solina better than anyone, but hearing her like this reminded him of how deeply this decision had affected her.

He turned away from the exit and instead made his way toward the music room, the sound growing louder with each step. When he entered the room, Solina was seated at the grand piano, her fingers moving quickly over the keys, producing a melody that was as stormy and chaotic as the thoughts likely racing through her mind.

Without a word, the emperor approached the piano and sat beside her on the bench. Solina did not stop playing, though she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. The emperor’s expression was soft, understanding. He placed his fingers on the keys and, with expert precision, began to play alongside her. His notes seamlessly blended into hers, taking the jagged, dissonant melody and slowly smoothing it out, guiding it into something more structured, more harmonious.

Solina didn’t speak, but she followed his lead, her melody adjusting to his. The chaos in her playing gradually shifted, and soon, their music intertwined, the notes dancing together in perfect synchrony. What had begun as a discordant expression of frustration and fear transformed into something beautiful, a rich, layered composition that filled the room with a sense of calm and connection.

They played together for several minutes, neither of them speaking. But they never needed words. The music was their shared language, a bond that transcended the weight of duty and expectation. Through the piano, they communicated all the things that had been left unsaid the night before—her fears, his reassurances, their unspoken love for one another.

As the final note faded into the air, the emperor turned to his daughter and gently pulled her into a hug. Solina hesitated for a moment, but then she leaned into the embrace, closing her eyes and allowing herself to feel the comfort her father offered.

“You are strong enough for this, Solina,” the emperor murmured, his voice soft but filled with conviction. “You’ve been preparing for this your whole life. And I believe Captain Levi will grow to care for you, perhaps even love you. How could he not? You are kind, talented, and passionate about everything you do. You are beautiful inside and out, my daughter. Truly, a Diamond in every way.”

Solina took a deep breath, her heart calming slightly at her father’s words. His confidence in her, in this situation, made her feel more at ease. Perhaps this marriage wouldn’t be the cold, loveless union she feared. Perhaps there was hope that she could find something meaningful in this new life awaiting her in Paradis.

Just as she was about to respond, the door to the music room creaked open, and one of the maids entered, her face pale with urgency. “Your Majesty,” the maid said, bowing deeply. “The royal secretary has just received a letter from Paradis.”

Solina’s stomach dropped, and her fingers trembled slightly as she pulled away from her father’s embrace. The emperor’s expression shifted to one of focus, the warmth fading as his mind immediately turned to the political implications of what this letter might contain.

“Fetch Lady Solana,” the emperor ordered the maid. “Tell her to meet us in the main palace at once.”

The maid bowed again and hurried off, leaving Solina and the emperor standing in the silence of the music room. Solina felt a lump forming in her throat. The moment she had been dreading was here. The letter would contain Paradis’ response. Would they accept her as Captain Levi’s bride? And if they did, what would her future look like?

“Come, Solina,” the emperor said gently, placing a hand on her shoulder. “We will face this together.”

Solina nodded, though her heart was racing. She followed her father out of the Rose House and through the sprawling palace grounds, her mind swirling with a thousand thoughts. The walk to the main palace felt long, each step heavier than the last. The emperor, as always, moved with purpose, his posture regal and commanding, but Solina could sense the tension in him. He, too, understood the gravity of the situation.

When they arrived at the main palace, the royal secretary was already waiting, standing in front of the grand doors to the emperor’s study. In his hands, he held a sealed letter bearing the crest of Paradis. Lady Solana arrived shortly after, her face calm but her eyes filled with worry. She moved to stand beside Solina, placing a comforting hand on her arm.

The emperor took the letter from the secretary with steady hands, his expression unreadable as he broke the seal and unfolded the parchment. The room fell into an almost unbearable silence as the emperor’s eyes scanned the contents of the letter. Solina could hardly breathe, her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for him to speak.

Finally, the emperor looked up, his face neutral but his voice carrying the weight of the moment. “Paradis has accepted the engagement of Captain Levi Ackerman and Princess Solina.”

Solina’s breath caught in her throat. It was happening. The marriage was confirmed. She would be leaving Valoria, leaving the life she had always known, to marry a man she had never met in a land so far from her own.

The emperor continued, his tone measured. “They have also requested a formal meeting between myself and Princess Solina. It seems they wish to solidify the details of the alliance in person.”

Lady Solana’s grip on Solina’s arm tightened slightly, her worry evident, but she said nothing. Solina felt her legs weaken for a moment, but she steadied herself, taking in the full scope of what was happening. A formal meeting with Paradis meant that everything was real now. She would soon face the people of Paradis—Eren Jaeger, the Survey Corps, and, of course, Captain Levi.

The emperor handed the letter to the royal secretary, his voice firm and commanding once again. “Prepare a response immediately. Inform Paradis that we welcome their representatives in Valoria and will make arrangements for their visit.”

The royal secretary bowed and quickly left the room to carry out the order, leaving the emperor, Lady Solana, and Solina standing in silence.

The emperor turned to Solina, his eyes softening once more. “This is the first step, my daughter. I know it is daunting, but you are ready for this. We will meet them here in Valoria, and you will show them the strength and grace that makes you who you are. Captain Levi will come to see what I see—that you are not just a symbol, but a person worthy of love and respect.”

Solina nodded, though her mind still raced with uncertainty. She knew her father believed in her, but the future seemed more unpredictable than ever. Yet, as she stood beside her parents, she felt a flicker of resolve deep within her. This was her duty, and she would face it with the same strength and dignity that had been instilled in her since birth.

She could only hope that Levi Ackerman, Humanity’s Strongest Soldier, would come to see her as more than just a pawn in this grand game of politics.

~

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The forgotten Villagers project: Update one! (3-1-2025)

Collecting cookies is my favourite part of the game. Seeing the animals interact with the furniture from dancing at a ball to bathing in a luxurious spa really makes the game so much fun. It made me actually sit down and realize how much animals weren’t given a cookie. So I made one for every animal that was missing one.

I can’t drawn, sadly, I have been told I can write, so I will describe the idea as best as possible and I hope it’s enough.

If you have a idea for a villager cookie, especially those I couldn’t think of, or have a better idea, or a addition to a idea, dont hesitate to comment! Thank you!

Hey hey welcome to the new list of animal crossing forgotten villagers cookies! We had already a lot of ideas from fellow fans and they are amazing. Why are they so amazing? Well, because you guys think differently then me. We are all different humans with different interests and that makes, the best cookies because that way villagers get cookies with themes I could never think of.  All humans are different, and so are the villagers! So, thank you, everyone that suggested a cookie theme! Your name will be written in the credits of said cookie with your idea. 

Changes made: Alice had already a cookie. Her idea has been given to Naomi. Ike now has a customized cookie. Typos of villager names are now changed. Curlos the sheep who was previously forgotten now not only makes the list but also has a customed cookie. Penelope has a customed cookie. Pietro has now a customed cookie. Edited some ideas to be more specific about cookies for example Tucker and changed Gonzo's idea entirely.

Admiral= Admiral. The only idea I had for admiral was going to be a old vintage wooden ship, and uhm a bit pirates of the caribbean like, but from the bad guys (so i guess the navy) p.o.v xD. There would be wigs and spy glasses you can hold in your hand and map rugs and villagers can spin the world globe…which wasnt invented yet but shhh. (that was around that time when folks realized, hold up, this thing is round not flat)

Agent S=Agent S is i think a perfect fit for undercover stuff. So think about gadgets. Villagers can fly with a jetpack, they can roll under lasers at the 5 star vault to break in so to speak, and there are some sleek outfits in this collection. Inspired by totally spies and action movies alike, this set is sure to blow your socks off. (not literally)

AI=Al’s binge cookie. Cuddle up with a cozy blanket, and expierence home comfort like never before with the Binge cookie. Watching series is what he does best, so expect comfortable new media inspired pyjamas (k.k slyder on the print, or the iconic animal crossing leaf pattern) a popcorn maker and a soda machine. There’s also a lounge couch where six villagers can sit on, so you can gather together to watch that one show with your favourite friends!

Alli=Alli is a fairytale cookie from the fairytale of the snow queen. Picture a new snowy dress, a snow castle made of ice and handheld items that let your villagers cast real ice magic. You can also imagine the colours blue, purple, and dark green to be used a lot.

Anabella=Anabella would like to open her own bed and breakfast! You can now collect parts of her cozy furniture and decorate your campsite to fit the theme. The furniture will mostly be british countryside based with mostly white and beige colours, new kitchenette items like cooking stoves but also fitting decorations to make that bed and breakfast look amazing. You can expect two new outfits for the owner and can give villagers now small suitcases or bags depending on your preference. 

Anchovy=Anchovy’s fishy cookie. It comes with fishing furniture. Based on fishes, so you can have a sea bass table and a octopus chair. The outfits are fish onesies you can wear and the 5 star item is this large, aquarium that stands on the floor and villagers can kinda, hang above it a bit, leaning, looking into the water and smile at the fishes.

Angus= Angus Beef. He should get a cookie that allows you to and I am sorry for all cow villagers, open up a beef restaurant. It would not come with anything bloody, but imagine lovely rustic chairs and tables, with plaid tablecloths and lovely little glasses. It would be very cute. The 5 star cookie reward would be a mechanical bull your villagers can ride.  

Anicotti=Anicotti’s fashion boutique. This set is more about making clothes, rather then selling them like Bree’s lovely cookie. You will see villagers sewing at the tables, size each other up with size measurement labels and can expect some true True Jackson shenigagns from this cookie xD. (man that show was so long ago but so good) 5 star cookie reward will be a office table where your villagers can have a meeting, imagine space for 8 villagers max and you as the boss will stand beside it. It will be great for mulitple story telling purposes. Fashion is not unimportant as the outfits will be Anicotti approved.

Ankha=Travel back to Ankha’s time with this unique cookie. Ankha has recently found a portal and has begun importing goods and clothing from her time. The villagers can be dressed in beautiful linen (common in that time) usually in white colours with bright gems and jewerly details (not so common, at least not for everyone) Imagine a sphinx statue that your villagers can talk to (it wont say much but sometimes they get a either ‘’blessed’’ or a ‘’cursed’’ face from it) The reward is a classical Feluccas. these beautiful boats have sailed the seas since the ancient times and can host up to 6 different villagers, all with different interactions. Someone will wave, another will raise a glass, and two are doing the famous titanic ‘’I am the king of the world’’ scene. xD  I have much love and appreciation for (Ancient) Egypt and I really tried to keep this respectful and accurate. I hope so, at least.  Except the titanic scene but thats just..that had to be there.xD

Annalise=Annelise’s cookie is going to be a hit for bridgerton fans. Shock, and delight, indeed my friends. The carriage is the 5 star reward that takes up around twenty space. ‘’WHAT SO MUCH?!’’ Yeah, because it drives around, in a small circle. The dresses are inspired by the netflix hit show but it wont be a official collab. I don’t know how the area is called but I do know its after Elizabeth I and before Elizabeth II XD. So, imagine ballgowns, uhm, dance floors in a more natural colour, high hats for gentlemen villagers, cakes that rotates and it opens and butterflies come out of it, as the villagers clap, and you have a podium where a villager can stand on, and up to six villagers can kneel around the stage, as if its a coronation. You can also change their emotions to make them look angry to make it look like a uprising xD. Just something I thought of. Yeah. Cute cookie:)

Antonio=Antonio’s run. Antonio’s cookie is going to be inspired by a pretty big sport events; Marathons. Imagine little fences, two kinds. You have one where two villagers can stand behind (imagine mom Annalisa and dad Julian cheering on their kid Filbert) ((ignore genetics, this is a example)) or one fence where one villager stands behind (awh, grandpa dobie came out to watch his grandson filbert! how cute!) the outfits will be two different sport outfits each with fitting numbers on the back like the person is actually participating in a marathon. You can also hold sports drinks. The special item is a ten spaces big running space where five villagers can run in, while three villagers cheer. It also comes with a villager with a camera doing a photo finish. ‘’...they use computers, nowadays…kath…’’ yeah, i know but imagine how cute it would be!! xD

Astrid=Astrid’s paparazzi office. Get ready for scandal and socialites! Astrid has recently opened her own magazine, and she needs your help. Paparazzi comes with starlight spots, where you can put two villagers who might be dating and sitting on a bench, holding paws, and then another villager lies on the ground, next to a bush, taking photos. xD. This is the five star item. There are star spotlight separate items for example, there is one of a villager angry stomping you can put that down, and place a standalone of a paparazzi hiding close to it. There’s also a open paparazzi one, in case you want to create a movie premiere. Now you can. xD

Avery= Sheriff Cookie= Avery wants a classical cowboy cookie! There’s a new sheriff in town. Yes. YOU! There will be hats, of course and a very vintage old western style of furniture. The biggest one and I am sorry for liking this idea but you can imprison villagers in this small cell. One cell holds one villager, and, a villager can also interact with the prisoner. xD its so silly. 

Bam=Bam’s fire…animal cookie. Bam’s cookie is all about fires. And putting them out. You can now dress your animals as if part of the fire brigade, but you can do more than that. There are different small fires that can be interacted with and placed, and villagers if they decide to go to that, will try to put the fires out. Fires cannot expand on their own, or with a villager, and will naturally re-start when you leave the campsite or cabin, or go upstairs or to your garden. The 5 star item is a firetruck where two villagers can sit in, with sirens on. A 3th villager can be seen clutching to the ladder on the roof, like some superhero xD (do not do this at home!)

Benedict: Benedict would like to open a diner. Not any diner. A chicken themed diner. So there’s a chicken mascot suit, chicken themed chairs, and chicken themed tables. For the 5 star item, there is this item that allows your villagers to fly up (wearing a chicken suit) and fly around a bit. It is quite the spectual. The design, …it’s gonna look red and black and white like a KFC. XD i am sorry.

Bertha=Bertha dreams of having her own library. You can expect small carts with books that can be pushed one block by a villager. There is also a interactive bookcase wall, where a villager can walk to and take out a book, for example. There is also another interactive one, where they will shelf the book. The 5 star item is a library café counter.

Big top=Big top offers a unique cookie in the way of racing. He likes racing and you can expect more cars, a 5 star bonus circuit where two villagers can race against each other, and other car related items in this cookie.

Bill= Bill’s cookie is about a extreme sport. Bungy jumping. You can now place special rocks in your campsite or your cabin, or special bridges and watch your villagers jump down the rocks and the bridges. The ropes will always be tied properly, and no animals were injured.

Billy= Billy wants to have a barber shop. It will be old fashioned, imagine 1920s ish with decoration, but also a mix with modern furniture. Animals can sit in front of the big mirror or chair or drink coffee on the couch, enjoy a magazine or a cookie. The 5 star item will be a hairsalon cap that can be placed over a villager’s head as in city …let’s go to the city. The animals hair won’t change, but sometimes they will get up happy and sometimes they will get up crying xD. 

Bitty= Bitty dreams of having a adorable hippo enclosure. Imagine a hippo suit. A hippo couch. A hippo bed. The 5 star item will be a hippo enclosure where a small hippo walks around, screaming angrily. (You know who this is) The vibes will be brown with pink. It will be den. Dare I say…Moo-deng?

Bones: He has a bone to pick with you (I’ve been waiting a hour for that one) Bones wants to find his favourite bone he buried in the garden and he needs your help. During digging, he found some…interesting things. Like a lovely skeleton that is armed with a sword, two skeletons that can stand as guards and a very mysterious casket that can open…on its own. The 5 star item will be a bone related item where the player can summon visions with the bones. Imagine a spooky, skeleton set for this cookie. Not too much like we had, like its a shade darker. Maybe too dark, but I’ll leave that up to you.

Boomer= Boomer’s cookie is about him running a modern pc store. He had it with these youngsters and their pear phones and their dumbwatches and their xswitches and nintenstations. He wants to know what the hype is about so he decided: Let me open my own store that way I’ll surely learn. Nope. xD. You can expect modern computers, laptops, desks, chairs, and a repair desk (premium 5 star item) to be added along with a uniform for the store. The repair desk will be two animals. One is the client, the other the worker. The worker will have the phone, and checks this. Sometimes the animal will smile, it is fixed. Sometimes, the animal will drop the phone on accident. whoops. and another time, the worker can’t figure out what’s wrong with it, so they smash it on the ground and jump on it. xD

Boone= Boone has a new hobby: Pottery! You can get messy floors or pottery stations where one villager can work at. The outfits will be aprons to avoid your clothes getting dirty and also there are several pottery art works, like Tom Nook or Isabelle in clay. You can also expect a bigger pottery station where two villagers can work together to create something beautiful.  

Boots= Boots has a beautiful store together with Kicks. Furniture items will be store related things, but also boot related things. Imagine a giant boot sign or a rack with shoes. Villagers can sit on special stools and will put on new shoes, trying them out. the 5 star premium item is a check-out counter where the villager is handed a boot-shaped bag with their purchase.

Boris= Boris’ cookie is going to be a very interesting one. You can now dress with cloaks, sharp teeth and sleep in a casket. Yes, vampire cookie is here. The cookie will have dark/red theme for the furniture. There won’t be blood in it, but there will be tomato juice packages so you can have that aesthetic, so to speak. Interactive objects: There is a casket that one villager can lay in, to sleep, and another villager can open it. The villager who is sleeping will scare the villager who woke them.

There is a dark, crimson red, glass dancing floor where the undead villagers can dance. Likely to be the 5th star premium item.

Boyd= Boyd’s cookie will be a cookie where you can get expierence with the archery set. Your villagers can carry around bows and shoot with arrows at practice targets. The premium item will be a rotating target that a villager can shoot at with the bow. Items will be looking scottish and brave-like.

Brofina=Broffina’s dream is to begin a Pharmacy. (Her name already sounds like a medicine) You can find store related items with shelfs filled with shampoo for example or bottles with vitamines. There are chairs your villagers can sit in, these are special chairs that make your villagers sniffle or look a bit ill. The special item is a counter where a sniffling villager can get medication in a cute bag.

Bruce=Bruce’s music cookie. Bruce dreams of making a rock band and he needs your help. More furniture in blue, dark colours and also electric guitars and now also a piano. You can line the stages up to create a band. It is very familiar to Cherry’s cookie, but this one is more blue themed. (if they can recycle concepts, so can i)

Buck=Buck’s horse ranch cookie. This cookie comes with ranch furniture and darker versions of that, alongside a horse onesie and a interactable carousel horse. 

Bud= Bud dreams of being a swimwear model. The idea of this cookie is to have items to create your perfect beach shoot. Camera’s, towels, and bikni’s, but also surfwear. You can see villagers pose with surfboards, lay on towels and even do tricks on the ‘’fake wave’’ a electronic wave creator where they can experience a moment of fame on their boards xD. 

Buzz= Buzz cookie is all about space. You can create a NASA office with this set. You have computers where villagers can be put behind, who look very seriously and there is also a big tv following the launch of the rocket. The set also has a monitor where two operators are sitting, who have contact with another villager. They will cheer.

Camofrog= It’s time to shape up and get up! Camofrog’s bootcamp is here. You can now climb, crawl, and experience the hardships of the camofrog bootcamp. There is this net villagers need to crawl under, wooden things they need to climb over, and a full training track. Your villagers will be in tip top shape! 

Candi= Candi dreams of opening her own candi shop. Cute and sweet mix in this store concept. You have big shelfs with candy pots and also a place where villagers can pick their own candy and put it in a bag. There is also a cute uniform and a adorable new window where villagers look from the outside, inside longingly at the sweets they see.

Carmen= The cookie for Carmen will be about diamond painting. You will see new decorated and paintings like classic rembrants now with diamonds. The diamond painting hobby can be popular under villagers. Your 5 star item will be a group table where four villagers can work at their diamond paintings (all different paintings) and theres also a three star variant with just one villager place. There is also a gigantic shimmering teddybear with diamonds. 

Caroline=Cozy sleepover. You can now sleepover in style. You will find sleeping wear and sleep bags as well as classical pyjama party items. The special item will be a couch where two villagers are pillow fighting. 

Cashmere= The cookie of Cashmere is one close to my heart. Everyone knows the story of the Wicked Mutton of the West. But do we know her story at all? This set will be green/pink items befitting any witchling or anyone looking to cry their hearts out after seeing a certain movie.

Cheplabot= The Unforgettable Findings of set (UFO) is the set inspired by Chep’s beautiful and questionable heritage. Where did he come from? Is he truly an alien? This set explores new space related items in the light of aliens. You can expect more rocket ship items, but also alien related things. ‘’Vague.’’ hmhm. You can for example, get a beam of light, you can place, like a spotlight. If your villager stands in it, they will float, as if being dragged to the sky, and a ufo will appear. xD. There is also a cow onesie. Cows and ufos go hand in hand. they know something.  

Chabwick= Canadian ice hockey set. Imagine like goals, and ice where villagers can play hockey on. There are uniforms and benches so other villagers can cheer the four playing villagers on. 

Chadder=Chadder has a strange cookie. Chadder is cheese as we all know so his cookie is just a cheese store. ‘’That’s not a real thing.’’ I assure you, it is-A dutch woman xD. So imagine furniture made of cheese and also store items. The 5 item special is a wheel of cheese as big as a villager, and a villager like rolls it around. xD

Charlise=Charlise’s therapeutic cookie. Charlise wants to help others with this cookie. This cookie offers a talking chair, a listening chair, different boxes of tissues and just warm hugs and vibes. (i went to therapy myself and i would never shame anyone for needing this. this is meant to be a reminder that you can and should always put yourself first and ask for help. you don’t need to prove to anyone or anything but yourself. this is not me mocking this, this is not me making jokes, this is just me hoping that if this is put in the game, people would open their options more. give it a chance, maybe. idk. If it can make a difference, its worth the try)

Claude= He just seems like the guy who would run his own newspaper company. Like imagine it a bit retro, big printing presses and there is this redaction with large trenchcoats and hats looking for scoops and news. I can imagine there would be a desk with a chair that a villager can type stories on, on the type writer and there is also a interview station where two villagers can sit, and one will take notes every now and then, nodding as the other talks. The premium item is a printing press where a villager is changing the ink.

Curlos=Poor curlos being skipped by me on accident. Thank you to the kind redditor who pointed out this oversight and mistake. You suggested that we take a page from the happy home room but you also said that you wanted something tropical. This redditor was Director Denial. Thank you, Director. I have made up two concepts for the Sheep and whatever you like best is what we do. If you have any adjustions or ideas let me know, and I'll happily change things. It was your idea, after all! I was thinking on doing something food related like the name Curlos reminded me of churros for some reason. This is according to Google a Spanish snack that can tie into the tropical theme you'd like to have. Maybe it can be part of a Spanish restaurant cookie or maybe a street vendor cookie with all sort of food stands set in a street or market. I was also thinking there could be special dance spots where villagers could dance the flamingo which is a Spanish dance and there could be Spanish handheld dishes. But this is just all if you want the Spanish theme, of course xD. If not, we'll look further for something else.

Claudia=She has her own bridal boutique cookie. You can pick out wedding dresses here. The items are in slight blush pink and very pale white. There is this pedestal where a villager will stand on and try on dresses. You can assign a crying couch to it (comes with the cookie) so that it looks like the villager’s entourage is so moved by their beautiful dress that they had to shed a tear..or just sob. xD

Clyde=Clyde has a fun idea for a cookie and its all about science. You can now put your animals in labcoats and put lab stations around your campsite, and watch your animals experiment. The premium item is a lab that shoots off fireworks.

Cobb= ‘’It’s alive!’’ Yes. That book. You can now play as the famous doctor who made frankenstein. You can assign bolts and creepy clothes to your animals, and the premium item will be this metal table where a villager is sleeping on. Another villager will be standing nearby, flipping a switch and the sleeping villager will wake up. The villager with the switch will laugh diabolically. The other items are very scientific creepy like jars with liquids and stuff. Perfect for halloween. Maybe not for all ages xD.

Coco=Coco’s dreamtravel. You can see coco’s adventures in this cookie. Your villagers can buy her furniture which allows them to visit a spooky crypt, dance in a palace or pay tribute to a temple. 

Cole= Cole’s cookie is all about mining for stones. You can expect mine carts, stones, gems and more in this set. there is a item where two villagers push a mine cart, and also there is a three tile big item that is a minecart where a villager sits in, enjoying themselves as they are rolling down xD.

Coustau= Cousteau will be a french inspired restaurant with luxury chandeliers gilded tablecloths. In the chandeliers, it is possible to hang one up where your villager can swing around in, like that scene in Dumbo’s live action movie.

Cube=Cube’s baywatch cookie. Cube is responsible for beach safety. Imagine red bathing suits, and also villagers running in slow motion. it is all possible now. There will be a rug that works as a interactable place where villagers will run into one direction, in slow motion. You can aim this at the beach to create dramatic scenes. The premium item will be a lifeguard jetski where the villager preforms a trick on.

Curly=Curly’s fairytale cottage. The cottage is inspired by the fairytale of the three pigs. You have cozy fairytale furniture and clothing. The 5 star object is a door that can be kicked down.

Curt= The best he can do is five tokens. Curt is a interesting bear. In his life, family comes first, money second…depending on who you ask. The thing he loves most about his job? He never knows what comes through that door. Pawn shop inspired cookie. You can display unique items and finds. Because a pawn shop oftenly has different finds, you won’t find much matching stuff. But you can find unique stuff. The interaction are for counters and the premium interaction is a villager inspecting a painting, and then the other villager is sweating xD.

Cyd= Fandom cookie. Cyd is all about that new band and loves writing fanfiction for it. Now your villagers can dress up in fandom gear and write fanfictions, and stare longingly at posters you display around your camp. There also could be a incident as two jealous villagers might fight in a small circle for who the better fan is. 

Cyrano= The world of westreling really interests Cyrano. His cookie comes with a wrestling spot so two of your villagers can clumsily battle it out. You can also expect decorations and furniture befitting this theme. No excessive violence will be used.

Deena=Deena’s cookie is all about red shoes. The red shoes are placeable and wearable, (two different pairs, but it will look the same pair) if villagers chooses to interact, they will dance with these shoes, and dance a long time. If your villagers wear them because you assigned them as outfits, they won’t. This is based on a fairytale, the red shoes.

Del=Del’s cookie is a interior store where villagers can buy cheap but good furniture for their homes. Expect uniforms, new swedish furniture options and villagers stocking shelfs with items. The premium item will be a villager pushing a shopping cart with another villager in it.

Deli=Deli’s cookie will be a nail studio. You can have your nails done her. Villagers can be seated and attended to, and there are also facial masks to enjoy. The premium item is a villager who is applying nails on another villager.

Derwin= Derwin’s cookie is a expetion cookie where there are tents and investigation stuff. There is also a lot of polar bears in the cookie. The main item is a plastic polar bear that villagers can mount.

Diva=Diva’s cookie is very chique, very gold and black and very 007. Expect that glamour and drama of a james bond film, complete with a explosive scene (premium item) and bond clothes. not a official collab.

Dora= Dora’s cookie is very vibrant and colorful. a hippie cookie with coloruful prints and a drivable van where two villagers will stick their heads out of (premium item)

Drago= Drago’s dragon cookie. You can expect fierce dragon items like wings, but also eggs to hold, dragon inspired crowns and gowns that wouldn’t misstand in that one new tv show. You can also expect a mechanical dragon to be added, so your villagers can fly. (premium)

Drake= Drake wants to start a repair store. The cookie will focus on repairing items and having them restored. There will be a table where two villagers can work on a plushie or a table where a villager can craft alone. The 5 star item will be a villager presenting the finished the product to another villager, who will cry of happiness.

Drift=Drift’s cookie is all about friendly competition. You can now enjoy four different boardgames with your animals, and place these around your camp for a fun night. The premium item will be a table where six villagers can sit and play at

Ed's horse lover cookie*= The items used in the cookie will be based on the show of Mr Ed. You can expect everything to make your own horse ranch here, together with new crops for your villagers to interact with, a special podium that offers a cowpow dance and of course plenty of hats and horse related items.

Elise=Elise has a optician store where she helps animals with their sight. You can pick new glasses here. The interaction items will be sitting space and counters and the premium item will be a villager who tries on glasses.

Elmer=Elmer’s cat and donkey cookie. Based on the fairytale. You can now find cat and donkey items in this cookie. The items vary from boots and hats and capes to a statue of a donkey that hicks up money.

Elvis=Inspired by the old castle time, reainsence items. You can expect royalty dresses and crowns as well as castle pieces and furniture. The premium item is a throne where villagers are kneeling in front of.

Eugene=Boyband cookie. Eugene’s cookie is about making a boyband. You can put stage pieces together again here once again, and have a boyband. There is a special new item in this cookie, where a villager can fake-faint if you would place it. ideal for the dramatic fananimal.

Faith=Faith’s tropical cruise. You can expect items worthy of the seven seas in this cookie. New loungewear as well as furniture and also a small bubblebath so your villagers can enjoy some bubbles.

Flip=Banana cookie. Everything is based on Bananas. The special item is a car painted as banana. The bananananan…BANANAMOBILE.

Flo=Winter’s resort. You can expect winter sport items like places where they can snowboard, skii, and also warm wood colours with the other items. The premium item is a hottub made of natural stones where animals can warm up in.

Frank=Frank’s bountiful celebration. Frank’s cookie is a special one. It is about celebrating festivals and events and dancing, music and having fun. You can expect dancing villagers spotlights (they dont take up much space as floors) and different stalls selling merch of the festival. The premium item is a animal singing and doing a dramatic pose.

Frett=Frett’s cookie is going to be a garden center cookie. You can buy plants and alike there. The items will be like the sweden furniture set, in way of working, but they will look different to fit other story telling purposes. The premium item will be a animal climbing on stairs to dress a holiday tree.

Freya: Freya has a own jewerly shop. You can expect a fancy lay-out for your shop and also other things. The interactions will be sitting and counter stuff. Premium interaction is that two villagers are standing near the counter as customers and the 3th villager stands across them, helping them pick out rings.

Friga: Friga will have a fridge related store where you can buy appliances. You can imagine that it would be very industrial and that you can also see villagers look at stoves/fridges here and that the premium item is a villager helping another villager pick out a fridge or something.

Frita: Frita’s cookie is about frita owning a restaurant, or a snackbar as we call it. There can be fries ordered here and there are deepfryers all around. The premium interaction is the animals waiting in line to be served. You can also have smaller animal interaction with a animal who for example, flips or shuffles the fries in the frying pan.

Frobert: Frobert’s fancy masqurade: Frobert is throwing a masquerade and you are invited. Features: masks, dresses and suits and also dance floors as well as a reskin darker of the sky lavish theme.

Gabi: Gabi’s mystery game. Gabi is hosting a real life murder mystery party! Items are based on the game cluedo. the premium item is a crime scene lay out where a villager is laying, who was the victim. Because this is a party, no one was actually hurt, and the villager can be seen to be breathing or even snoring.

Gaston: French provincial town set with a herd of sheep a villager can chase around. If you know, you know. Your premium item is a beautiful fountain of...Gaston?

Gonzo*=Gonzo’s cookie will include different kind of australian themed goodies and miniature buildings from that country. Imagine the opera house and maybe a kangaroo plushie. The premium item will be a green shaped hill where a kangeroo and a koala sit next together and they hold paws.

Goose=

Graham=

Grizzly=

Grouch=

Gruff=

Harry=

Hopper=

Hornsby=

Huck=

Ike= ''if i could suggest one, maybe for Ike, he could have a mechanic shop/garage cookie if one doesn't exist already :) his homes are usually garage themed, so it would make sense, some items could be tires, cars, and toolbeds and then the premium 5 star could be a car suspended in the air or something like that :)''-Darius's idea for Ike's cookie. Good idea, Darius! I'd like to go even further into your idea and add the following items and options. Maybe we can add a car that villagers can work on, as if its being repaired. The car you mentioned can indeed be the 5 star premium item and maybe an animal can lower it via the system and smile as if they just finished making the car. We can also add in clothing to fit the garage and maybe some oil stains from gasoline on the clothing to give it a truly unique vibe.

Jacob=

Jackues

Jeremiah

Jitters=

Katt=

Kevin=

Kid cat=

Klaus=

Knox=

Kyle=

Leonardo=

Limburg

Lionel=

Louie=

Marcel=

Marlo=*Mafia inspired set by the godfather. Imagine 1920's clothing like flapper dresses and suits and fedora hats. Villagers can interact with not so modern phones, write mischief letters and even lock other villagers in cages. The premium item is four villagers surrounding a grave being lowered into the ground. ''You'll be missed boss.'' But is the boss really dead? Well that's a story for another time.

Megan=

Merengue Strawberry Square*=Reworked: The set now includes small buildings for your animals made of strawberry related houses. Imagine houses made of strawberries decorated by delicious fruits and details. The villagers can interact with new strawberry plants, make strawberry jam at tables and even will be able to dance around a gigantic strawberry at the Strawberry Square. This set is a true dream come true for all sweet tooth with a love for the red fruit.

Mira=

Monique=

Murphy=

Naomi*= Naomi is going to be a creative one. It is going to relate to a modern art theme. You can watch villagers paint with the new furniture, watch them react to new statues and wear chique new modern clothing. New furniture is also going to be very modern pop-art like, so imagine bright colours and weird designs like a candypop shaped chair. 

Octavian=

Pango=

Paolo=

Pate=

Patty=

Peaches=

Peanut=

Peck

Peewee=

Penelope=  Redditor Soggyglump made a amazing idea for Penelope's cookie. They wrote. ''Penelope's beautiful bow cookie. Just pink. And ribbons. Everywhere. The 5 star item is a big. ass. bow.'' Thank you for your comment, Soggyglump! I like this idea because like the other suggestions you paid attention to what Penelope really likes and is about and the bow is a big part of her identiy. I like to add two themes for the cookies with your preference deciding what cookie theme is the best and if they're not your vibe what we could change. The first cookie idea I had was 17th century French ballroom. Very gilded with tons of bows on the dresses and bows everywhere on the furniture. The premium item would be a big bow which also would serve as a throne. The other idea is more modern and would feature modern but cute like pink coloured furniture with bows on them. It would fit well into modern homes alike. The big bow in this case can be a fishtank or a slide for villagers to use or maybe a tv. Let me know what you like best or if you have any other ideas yourself!

Pierce=

Pietro=Pietro's cookie. Redditor sehotonin wrote: '' I just need a clown/mime cookie! Not necessarily circus, but clown as in balloon things, a pie in the hand to throw, clown or mime makeup, cool clown statues/dolls. Could also be slightly spooky!'' The cookie idea is very good as I like that the idea of the circus is taking a slight step back and we focus truly on what Pietro is about. He's a clown sheep. I love the cake throwing idea, and the make-up ideas. This cookie will be amazing. I was thinking we can add the cake throwing in a two villager interactions where two villagers stand and one throws the cake and the other is the victim xD. I was also thinking a balloon making interaction could be used by villagers where they briefly make a balloon animal and than they put it away. A lovely idea for a lovely sheep!

Plucky

Prince=Princess and the frog cookie. Comes with cooking stuff, a romantic lake where villagers can dance and a dinner seat.

Puck=

Pudge=

Raddle=

Rasher=

Ribbot=

Rio

Rizzo

Rocket

Rodeo=

Rolf=

Rooney=

Roscoe=

Roswell=

Rowan=

Samson=

Sandy=

Savannah=

Scoot=

Shep=

Simon=

Sparro

Spike

Sprocket=

Static=

Sterling=

Stu=

T-Bone=

Tabby=

Tad=

Tammy

Tangy

Tank

Teddy

Tex

Tiansheng

Tom

Truffles

Tucker: Dinosaur cookie with dinosaur items and a triceratops onesie and a t-rex villagers can climb on. Change:  Travel back in time to the stone age with the dinosaur cookie. Your villagers can dress now as cave animals and become one with the great dinosaurs that roamed the earth so many years ago. Inspired by the most popular dinosaur breeds you can decorate your camp. The premium item will be a robotic t-rex where villagers can ride on. There also will be digging sites possible so they can find their own dinosaur fossils. 

Tutu

Tybalt

Vic

Vivian

Walker

Wade

Weber

Zoe=Zodiac cookie. Comes with a constellation device where villagers can read the stars. There is also going to be a telescope they can interact with, and two floating stars where they can sit on. They can also choose to read their horoscope in a special new 5 star tent.

Thank you all so much for your help and as always plenty of villagers are looking for your help and inspiration! I hope this made you smile and remember to claim your login reward. But also remember, if you don't have time today, the world won't end and your animals will be there for you whenever you decide to return!

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Spencer-Kim-Lewis Gallery information below cut.

Vivian, 71, Retail Employee / customer support Eric, 35, Detective / chief Dennis, 76, Fisherman / deep sea fishing master Alice, 33, Education / department head Leslie, 13, Crawdad High Student / cheerleading teammate Olivia, 9, Crawdad Elementary Student Eric Junior, 3 Squee, 3, West Highland White Terrier

Okay, here’s the breakdown: Dennis Kim and Lydia Spencer had a daughter named Alice Spencer-Kim, then divorced. Alice married Eric Lewis and had her own little girl, Leslie Kim-Lewis, followed by Olivia and Eric Junior. They live with Alice’s dad (Dennis, remember?) and Eric’s mom, Vivian Lewis. Hey, no one ever said family was easy!

Original creator: SimHhayley Household size: 7 sims Edited? Yes, Alice was edited and Squee was adopted via gameplay. Packs used: Cottage Living, Snowy Escape, Eco Lifestyle, Discover University, Island Living, Get Famous, Seasons, City Living, Get Together, Get to Work, My Wedding Stories, Dream Home Decorator, Parenthood, Vampires, Dine Out, Spa Day, Outdoor Retreat, Paranormal, Nifty Knitting, Tiny Living, Laundry Day, Toddler, Vintage Glamour, Backyard, Movie Hangout, Perfect Patio, Luxury Party, Incheon Arrivals, Throwback Fit.

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Ch. I - August 1975 - Italy - Tunisia – Algeria – Morocco – Spain – France – Italy.

BENALMADENA COSTA - SPAIN Luxurious residence, swimming pool right in front of the entrance to the apartment, we were already looking forward to the two weeks of complete relaxation after so much travelling. We were close to the fence, it was very early, and my friend uncle's family were certainly still sleeping.

''Let's try to guess who owns the clothes hanging out to dry, right in front of the apartment windows'' I told Gianluigi. . Then suddenly something unexpected happens: the door of the apartment opens and an elderly lady comes out, dressed with a nightgown: she didn't look like Mrs. Proserpio at all! We look at each other bewildered:

''Maybe the apartment booked was not available, and the management assigned another one?'' It was my friend guess.....

''Well .......it happens sometimes...'' I reply. At this point we went to Residence reception in order to ask where the Proserpio family is staying. The kind receptionist consults a list and than, with a smile says:

''Disculpa, but Senora Proserpio called me' and canceled the apartment reservation'' -WHAAAAT??

Yes, asi es…….disculpa Senor…. Disconcertion - great - mine and Gianluigi's……….also because August 15th in the Costa del Sol - as in many other parts of Europe is the peak of the summer season. ''Do you have a free apartment for the next 15 days''? We ask hopefully. ''Forgive me, but the residence is complete''.

And this was the phrase we heard repeated from the ''1267 hotels'' where we asked for a room for the whole holiday, along the coast from Benalmadena to Torremolinos and surrounding areas. Desperate, but not defeated, we resorted to ''Plan B'': the tent! We had brought, just in case, the tent purchased a year earlier from Bertoni Camping for the holiday in Riccione '68. And now it was good to have it! We found a campsite but? Worn out! And what do we do? We installed our tent just beside the campsite entrance, so we could use the campsite services without paying a pesetas! In short, a reckless life, just a week, to allow the mid-August crowd to leave and vacate some apartments. We found an apartment just a week later in Benalmadena: a decent residence, but at this point we certainly couldn't be picky. Having found a roof for the day (we used to spent the night somewhere else) we only had to find a place to refresh ourselves in the evening, and once again our lucky stars met us: we discovered el ''Restaurante de Raoul! ''. He was an Argentinian by origin, married to an Italian woman, and domiciled in Biella, Italy. For the summer of 1975 he had rented a small restaurant on the road between Benalmadena and Torremolinos, and delighted the customers in a mix of Argentine, Spanish and Italian cuisine. The female cook was Spanish, and Roul had brought his twelve-year-old son from Italy, but not his wife, since she was managing a Bed & Breakfast in Biella. It was our luck: not only did the cook prepare us timbales of macaroni, delicious fish baked in foil, but we had become friends with Roul: so off to the aperitifs and sangria that flowed like rivers! And at the end of dinners Raoul was always asking us:

What do you want to pay??!!

In short, it was a lucky step from the unfortunate surprise of the Mr. Proserpio's non-arrival and we had few ''dias feliz''. By the way, we learned more about the reasons for Mr. Proserpio's giving up, once we returned home. They had arrived - it seems - all the way to Alicante, where they had had mechanical problems with the Opel Rekord they were traveling with. Hence the (absurd) decision to turn around, return to Italy, and cancel the reservation of the apartment in Benalmadena (did we recover the deposit? No, that was lost too…) Until the end of August nothing special to report, just a quiet life, sea-pool-sleepless nights, big moguls in the evening and revelry chez Roul. Then, inevitably, the day of returning to Italy arrived, and a request from Raoul literally left us speechless: - Guys, you know that I trust you, right? - Yes Raoul… - Well I ask you a favor: my son has to start school again soon, and I instead will have to stay here at least until the end of September - So? - If you agree, could you take him with you to Italy? The car is big, and there are only two of you…. - Well…yes……why not? This will only make us take a detour towards Biella, but in a journey of over 2,000 km it's a small thing in the end…… In truth we had decided to accept, given that, as it was the end of the holiday, money was scarce. So we were counting on the help that would certainly come from Raoul, since he would surely provide his son with a sum of money for a trip of at least 3 days……. (or not?). The moment we start our journey back to Italy, it always brings mixed feeling: returning home, seeing relatives and friends..... but also sadness for the end of the holidays, and the awareness that the easy life of the Saniard's was over. And we'll have to wait a whole year to the next holiday…. We left Benalmadena in the morning (not early because Gianluigi let's say he wasn't an ''early bird' guy) and the first stop was Valencia, some 800 km away, where we arrived in the evening. A drab city then, later the European Community funds and investments for the America's Cup sailing will transform it into a more pleasant place. That evening we choose a typical Valencian restaurant, because it is true that the city was not so nice like other Spain's cities, but the Valencian cuisine is excellent, starting with the famous ''Paella a la Valenciana''. The restaurant is called El Pederniz, typical local cuisine. Great feast of seafood appetizers, cold and hot, then paella para todos, and finally ''Arnadi'', a typical Valencian postre, a mixture of pumpkin and sugar, cooked in the oven and subsequently decorated with almonds and pine nuts. All washed down with excellent Blanco Bodega Reto.

We pay, but we were certain that Paolino (Raoul's son) will have enough money in store to guarantee us a night in a hotel nearby, but..... INSTEAD NO!!! After leaving the restaurant and returning to the car, while we were discussing which hotel to choose for the night, Gianluigi asked the fateful question that we should have asked BEFORE departure: - Paolino how much money did your dad give you? - Nothing…….. - ……….Silence……. - How….nothing? - Yes, says Paolino after a hesitation, Dad said that you would take care of everything…….'' - Machecazzzzzz……………..(Italian bad word) And now we were in the sh*****… if we had known we wouldn't have spent all those pesetas in the best restaurant of Valencia. But than it was like that.... cursing Raoul and sending him all the insults in Spanish we know, I started the car and go out of Valencia, took the motorway again, and then stopped at the first service area and slept in the car. Lucky for us, the Citroen DS19 has a paddle shift and front-wheel drive, so it was equipped with seats which, when lowered, form a comfortable bed. And this is how we slept, and how we would sleep next night too. After a trip in which we spoke little, we then took Paolino to Biella - his mother was very happy to see him again after more than two months of absence. The kind Lady also hosted us for lunch (goodness of her…) after which we set off for the last stage, towards our hometown. (sigh)

Benalmadena - Spain

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 The Best Event Venues in Mumbai: Elevate Your Celebration to New Heights

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 1. Luxurious Hotels with Grand Ballrooms

   - The Taj Mahal Palace, Colaba: A symbol of luxury and heritage, The Taj Mahal Palace is one of Mumbai’s most iconic venues. Located in the heart of the city, this hotel offers several grand ballrooms and elegant spaces that are perfect for high-profile events. Whether it's a wedding, corporate function, or gala dinner, the Taj Mahal Palace ensures an experience of grandeur and impeccable service.

   - The St. Regis Mumbai, Lower Parel: Known for its opulence and sophistication, The St. Regis Mumbai offers versatile event spaces, including grand ballrooms, terraces, and private dining rooms. The hotel’s event planning team specializes in creating bespoke experiences, making it an ideal choice for weddings, social gatherings, and corporate events. With stunning views of the city and top-notch amenities, this venue is a favorite among Mumbai’s elite.

 2. Boutique Venues with Unique Character

   - The Royal Opera House, Girgaon: For those seeking a venue with historical charm and architectural beauty, The Royal Opera House is a magnificent choice. This restored heritage building, with its stunning interiors and grand stage, is perfect for cultural events, weddings, and exclusive gatherings. The venue's regal ambiance adds a touch of old-world charm to any celebration.

   - The Great Eastern Home, Byculla: Housed in a former industrial warehouse, The Great Eastern Home is a unique venue that combines vintage elegance with modern amenities. The space features a mix of antique furnishings, art, and contemporary décor, making it an ideal setting for creative and artistic events. Whether it’s a wedding, product launch, or fashion show, this venue offers a distinctive and memorable backdrop.

 3. Open-Air and Scenic Venues

   - Dome at NSCI, Worli: Overlooking the Arabian Sea, Dome at NSCI is one of Mumbai’s most sought-after open-air venues. With its retractable roof and panoramic views, this venue is perfect for large-scale events such as concerts, weddings, and corporate parties. The versatile space can be customized to suit different themes and requirements, ensuring a spectacular event experience.

   - Marine Drive Promenade: For a truly iconic Mumbai experience, the Marine Drive Promenade offers a breathtaking setting for outdoor events. With the sea on one side and the city skyline on the other, this venue is ideal for intimate gatherings, photo shoots, and cultural events. The natural beauty and vibrant atmosphere of Marine Drive make it a popular choice for those looking to create unforgettable memories.

 4. Versatile Banquet Halls and Convention Centers

   - Nehru Centre, Worli: A versatile venue that can accommodate a wide range of events, Nehru Centre is known for its state-of-the-art facilities and convenient location. The venue offers several halls and auditoriums, making it suitable for conferences, exhibitions, weddings, and social events. With ample parking and professional event management services, Nehru Centre is a reliable choice for large gatherings.

   - Bombay Exhibition Centre, Goregaon: As one of India’s largest exhibition centers, the Bombay Exhibition Centre offers vast spaces that can be tailored for various events, from trade shows and exhibitions to large corporate events and concerts. The venue’s expansive halls and modern infrastructure make it a go-to destination for hosting large-scale events in Mumbai.

 5. Cultural and Artistic Spaces

   - Prithvi Theatre, Juhu: Known for its intimate setting and artistic vibe, Prithvi Theatre is a beloved venue for cultural and artistic events. While primarily a theatre space, Prithvi also hosts weddings, private parties, and corporate events that seek a creative and unconventional atmosphere. The venue’s café and garden add to its charm, making it a unique choice for those looking to infuse their event with a touch of culture.

   - Mehboob Studios, Bandra: A historic film studio with a legacy of Bollywood magic, Mehboob Studios offers a creative and versatile space for events. The studio’s large sound stages and outdoor areas can be transformed into stunning venues for weddings, product launches, fashion shows, and more. With its rich cinematic history and spacious environment, Mehboob Studios is a favorite for those looking to create a cinematic experience.

 Conclusion

Mumbai’s diverse event venues offer something for every occasion, whether you’re planning a grand celebration or an intimate gathering. From luxurious hotels and open-air spaces to cultural landmarks and creative studios, the city has it all. By choosing one of these top venues, you can ensure that your event in Mumbai is not only successful but also unforgettable.

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‪Medusa Ex Makina‬

‪Chapter 4: Not an Instructor‬

‪Rated: M for Mature ‬

‪Warnings: None‬

‪Author’s Note: Ohoho, now we’re getting into some crazy shenanigans! The first arc is slowly coming to a close but the curtains rise on something bigger going on in the background.‬

From the morning she woke up on her new high end mattress, to eating the most extravagant breakfast, and to even getting ready in her very own private luxury bathroom, Makina felt like a fairytale princess. A very brutal, fairytale princess. She still couldn’t believe that she went from the world’s shittiest apartment, to living in a ginormous castle that was also home to the world’s most famous metal band in the universe! It was a dream come true for the rookie metal singer, and she didn’t want to wake up. It had been a whole week since she began living in Mordhaus and the first thing she wanted to do today was to check out that state of the art music room she was shown on the house tour. Makina remembered that the music room was close to one of the recording studios. The room itself had a satin red velvet carpet with the signature medieval theming on one of the walls, there was another vampiric looking sofa and sawblade coffee table near the back end of the room. There were various different instruments placed around, from hanging on display to larger instruments that took up more space. This room oozed with creativity that got the gears in her brain turning as inspiration struck. The one thing that caught Makina’s eye was the bright sunburst orange, limited edition, Gibson “Les Paul” piano. A beautiful Baldwin 243, aka a classically shaped upright piano. Pressing a G note, it showed that the piano was perfectly tuned and maintained. Makina giddily sat down and began to play a favorite song of hers. As she played, she began to sing along with her own accompaniment.

She hummed along to the instrumentals and lost herself to the melody and rhythm of the song. She was completely engulfed in her own fantasy of being on a large stage, the thousands of imaginary people watching and raising their phones’ flashlights to the sky like a sea of twinkling stars. A set of tiptoeing footsteps came way towards Makina as she began to sing the next part of the song. Makina’s eyes still shut, imagining the crowd cheering for her. Her piano playing became more intricate and elaborate as the mystery viewer gingerly opened the music room door wider. The onlooker watched on as she played with frantic precision and grace, slowly coming back down to the simple melody she was playing at the start. The figure walked closer to her, ever so slightly leaning against the piano’s body. Gently coming back down, playing the last few notes until she accidentally missed. Makina opened her eyes at the sour note and then was taken aback by the reveal of her secret spectator. “Nots bads fors a pianos players.” Skwisgaar smirked, “It ams nots the sames as playings guitars, but it ams stills verys talenteds-ka.” Makina’s face began to burn up. She didn’t know what to say to the suave swede, it was as if words of gratitude had completely been erased from her vocabulary and instead replaced with stuttering nonsense.

Deep down in the pits of her soul, Makina would have screamed like the rabid fangirl she was. To her this was cloud 9, the highest praise she was ever going to get for a long time. Skwisgaar was always her favorite member of Dethklok; not for his looks, his foreign european charm, or his supposed “raw sex appeal” that made everyone drool over him. No, she admired him for his passionate love for music. The way he talked about building custom guitars, his avid knowledge about song composition in interviews. Makina had always admired him for the skills that he possessed. And now he was complimenting her piano playing! Makina’s expression became dopey as she was completely deaf to the criticism coming from the slim man’s lips; she was far too distracted by his fervor to even care. “Ams yous listenings or watchings fairies dancings?” Makina was shaken back to reality by Skwisgaar’s annoyance. “S-sorry, I didn’t catch that last bit. Can you please repeat that?” Makina asked dumbfoundedly. Skwisgaar exasperatedly sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Oks, Ams goings to puts its in babies termkanologists. Yous gots a vibratos problems whens you do thems melotics singings. Thats ams whens yous makes yours voices sounds like you ams in an earths shakers. You ams puts too much ofs its ams in the last notes ins everys verses. You ams gots a goods voices buts stills lots of needings improverments.” And there it was, Makina finally got her wake up call.

She had a vibrato problem?! She supposed a death growling vocal set could only take her so far. ‘Wait, how come no one told me about my vibrato!?’ “Oh… damn…” those were the only words she managed to say before slouching further into her seat. Makina closed the piano, ashamed to even play anymore and leaned onto her elbows on the hard wooden cover. She was forever grateful that a musical genius like Skwisgaar would catch such an obvious problem. But boy, he placed a real shiner on her ego. “How do you suppose I fix it?” Makina questioned with dullness in her voice. “Simples fix, practice lots. Haves yous evers taken proper vocals lessons?” Makina tried to recall a time in her life where she had any form of formal training, then it dawned on her. “Well, I was in a children’s choir from pre-k to eighth grade. But that’s ‘cause I went to an all girls church school.”

“And there ams the trunks ofs thems problem. Choirs does nots shows your fullest range ofs singings, you ams playing matchings with others harmonies. Plus thems operatics mess with yous as a solo singers. So, you ams gots to retrains yous voices.” Makina’s eyes filled with a sudden burst of pluck, “If that’s what it takes, then I’ll do it!” she exclaimed with a fiery passion. Skwisgaar was taken aback by Makina’s sudden enthusiasm, he had never seen anyone determined after being harshly reprimanded. Makina was truly something else. “Skwisgaar, you should give me more pointers!”

”What, nos! That jobs shoulds bes for someones like maybes Pickle or more importantlys Nathans. Am’st he not yours mentors?” Skwisgaar questioned. “Yeah, but it’s good to get other people’s perspectives. Besides, Nathan keeps pushing back my apprenticeship.” Skwisgaar raised an eyebrow of concern at Makina’s nonchalant attitude. Back when he was mentoring Toki, there was a sense of urgency to advance his training. But since Makina wasn’t a part of Dethklok, he supposed that the circumstances were entirely different. Even still, the guitarist couldn’t stand to see Makina flounder without a sense of direction.

XxxX

Meanwhile in Nathan’s bedroom, the hulking vocalist was hunched over at his desk scribbling away in a notebook. He was discussing with Pickles more ideas for a new record. “What if you added that idea you had when we were in Costa Rica. You know, the one about underbites hooking onto flesh.” Pickles suggested as he laid on the singer’s bed. “Uh… oh the anglerfish thing! We did that already.”

”Oh fuck. Guess you’re really losing your touch.” Nathan placed his pen down and put his hand on his forehead. “Don’t say that, it’s just been a bit more… I don’t know. Is stressed the right word?” He said with frustration. Pickles sat up from the bed and crossed his legs, “Stressed? About what, the record?” Nathan shook his head, he didn’t have the right words to describe what was bothering him. Before he could give his drummer a response, Skwisgaar opened his door with Makina tucked away behind him. The slender musician roughly tugged Makina’s arm, dragging her into Nathan’s room and leading her towards the singer’s desk. Pickles turned to see the younger vocalist with an apprehensive look on their face. “Medusas, tells Nathan’s whats yous needs.” Skwisgaar pulled Makina’s arm a bit more. He gestured her to speak, she sighed. “Mr. Explosion, I… I need you to… I need you to give me proper vocal lessons during my apprenticeship. Um… now would be nice.” Makina sheepishly stated, she looked away with embarrassment. The bruise on her ego made itself known as she fiddled with the zipper on her hoodie, hiding her hands in the sleeves. Nathan looked up at Pickles and pointed at Makina. “This, this is my answer.” Nathan said with a drop of frustration in his tone. Pickles scratched his beard with a wide eyed expression, he somewhat comprehended Nathan’s emotions. The ginger dreaded man hopped off of Nathan’s bed and walked closer towards Makina and Skwisgaar. “You know what kiddo, how about I take over for Nathan as your mentor for today. Is that fine?” Pickles asked warmly, Makina hummed in agreement and Pickles led the raven haired lady out of the room with Skwisgaar following suit. She took a quick glance to see Nathan with a disappointed look on his face.

XxxX

“Alright so let me get this straight, you have a vibrato problem?” Makina silently nodded, “How is that possible? When you covered ‘Hatredcopter’ at Doom-opolis, I couldn’t hear any issues.”

”That’s because the song had more growling and it wasn’t as melotic. I want to be able to sing properly without having to overuse my voice with only death screams.” Pickles leaned into the music room’s couch arm and placed his hand over his mouth. “Whys don’ts yous shows Pickle.” Skwisgaar said as he leaned a bit into the piano, Makina gulped nervously and looked down at the ebony and ivory shine of the keys. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and began playing the same song as before. Taking into consideration that Pickles and Skwisgaar were watching, her concentration began to falter a bit. Missing a few notes here and there and then finally before the end of the second verse, her voice cracked. Makina stopped playing and began to cough up the saliva that was caught in her windpipe. “Geez, You got more than a vibrato issue there.”

”Ja, you soundeds worsers that times.” Skwisgaar cringed. “I don’t know about that I mean, it was more… pitchy.” Pickles said as he walked towards the piano. “Sorry, just nerves. I can try again.” Makina began playing from the second verse onward, her heart felt as if it was twisting in knots as every beat made her chest tighter. Her hands shook as Makina attempted to calm down, and once more she missed another note. “I’m sorry… I just don’t think I can do this.”

”Oh come on Makina, you got this. Here, maybe just try another song?” Makina put her hands back in the sleeves of her hoodie, Skwisgaar noticed this and realized something. “Medusas, take offs yours jackets and toss it overs theres.” Skwisgaar commanded, he pointed back to the sofa. Without hesitation, Makina did as she was told and threw her hoodie to the side. The air in the music room was much colder than she had expected, shivers went down her spine as the crisp air conditioned room touched her skin. “Skwisgaar, how the hell is that going to help?”

“Justs watchs. Ok now, sings.” Makina closed her eyes, and began to play a different song.

As she sang, something strange began to happen. The lighting in the room began to darken, with her concentration deepened Makina’s voice began to echo. Her vocals became louder and louder, the melody of the piano began to swell. But somehow, they could hear more than just a piano playing. It was as if there was a whole orchestra accompanying Makina’s song. And it was here Pickles and Skwisgaar had seen something unreal, a greenish glow began to surround Makina. They could see a faint string of lights begin to form some sort of image, but it was far too blurry for them to comprehend. Skwisgaar’s eyes widened at the display he so inevitably caused. Meanwhile Pickles was far too stunned to utter a word. He just knew something about this felt so wrong and yet, this sight felt so oddly comforting to him. As if right on cue, Nathan walked in to see the familiar display of lights. Makina began to softly sing and the green aura began to die down a bit. But then with a burst of fortissimo, the aura became clear to them. Green floating metal chains began surrounding Makina as if she was in a tangled bird cage.

The music began to die down as she was playing the last few notes of the song. She didn’t even miss one and her singing was once again, in perfect pitch. “What the actual hell was that?!” Pickles shouted. “I don’t know what you’re talking about?” Makina replied. “Oks so it ams nots a fluke, yous cans sings nots likes shits!”

”Forget about that Skwisgaar, did you hear the background music or those chains?! Makina what was that?!” Pickles exasperated, Nathan walked closer and placed a hand on the shorter man’s shoulders to calm him down. He then quietly looked at Makina, who was confused by the whole ordeal. “Makina, care to explain yourself?” Nathan questioned, Makina shook her head. “I honestly have no clue what you're all on about. I’m sorry.” Pickles and Nathan’s faces were painted with disappointment, leaving them with more questions than answers. “Medusas, I thinks yous needs more praticings stills. Don’ts overdos its.” Skwisgaar commented calmly. Nathan looked to the side in shame, he didn’t know how or what to say to his protege. He was just as completely lost as Makina was, she gave him a look of dread.

XxxX

That night, Nathan restlessly stared at the ceiling. He was the one to vouch for Makina to be her mentor, he was the one who took interest in her singing abilities, so why was it that now he couldn’t speak with her about starting her training? ‘Mentor’, a word he was sort of familiar with. While the concept was easy to grasp, the idea of what a mentor was supposed to do was incomprehensible to the death metal vocalist. Nathan remembered the look on Makina’s face earlier that day; an expression of confusion and anxiety. He felt as frozen as the day he first saw her perform. Nathan desperately tried to wrap his head around how to fill that mentor role. Only problem was that he really didn’t have a mentor when he was starting out, Nathan had no one to go off of. The long haired singer shifted his weight, laying down on the side of his left arm. His mind began to wander off as he finally drifted to sleep.

XxxX

Within the dream, Nathan was partially nude with only his underpants deep underwater. He was all too familiar with this setting, but something about it felt off. The whale prophet was nowhere to be seen and the oceanic waters seemed shallower than usual. The only logical explanation would be to swim upward to see what he could find. Upon swimming further up, he could clearly see a shoreline. It was unusual for him to be near the surface of the water, but then he saw her. The whale prophet breached the water and was floating next to him. Nathan swam closer to the whale and gently petted her, she clicked with affection. “It is good to see you daughter, I see you have found the egg.” The prophet whispered. “What do I do?” Nathan asked. The whale whistled and nudged the singer to the shore. “Find her before he does.” She said as a large wave washed Nathan closer to the shore. Landing on the hot warm sand, he could see in the distance Makina walking closer and closer to a cave. He wanted to get up and run to her, but was paralyzed on the beach like a fish flopping about. Nathan tried to call out to her, but his voice was suffocated by hoarse coughing. It was as if Nathan couldn’t breathe and desperately tried to reach out to her. But then…

XxxX

BANG! Nathan awoke to something very loud, large beads of sweat came pouring out of him like a waterfall. He hadn’t had a dream that visceral since the eve of the Metalocalypse. Nathan rolled out of bed to see what disturbed him from his slumber, he opened the door. “Who the fuck did that!?” Nathan shouted down the hall. No answer, then a few seconds later the sound of whimpers. He rubbed his eyes, grabbed a pair of slippers, and a flashlight. ‘Probably just Toki.’ Nathan thought to himself as he followed the sound to a few doors down the hallway. Instead of Toki’s room, the sound came from Makina’s. Nathan sighed and opened her room door to find her life sized coffin shelf toppled on top of her. Makina looked up with tears in her eyes, pouting as to not make it look like she was in pain. “S-sorry for waking you. I… I fell. Clumsy me.” Makina did her best to try and make herself smile but Nathan could see right through her pained expression. The vocalist quickly stood the shelf back up and offered a hand to his raven haired student. Makina grabbed it and pulled herself up, seeing the mess around her. Nathan quickly scanned Makina to see if she was bleeding, thankfully it was only one small thin cut under the bottom of her left jaw. Nathan put his hand on her face to inspect it further, “I’m fine, really.” Makina protested, she sniffled a little bit to hide her obvious crying. “We can get a klokateer to help clean this up.” Nathan suggested, “No no, I got it. Besides, most of this stuff is very valuable.” Makina replied as she wiped away some of her tears, she knelt down and began picking up some of her belongings.

Upon moving some books around, Nathan spotted a very familiar snow globe. He knelt down to examine it further. It was a miniature Mordhaus snowglobe; the same kind of snow globe they sold at concerts, the same kind of snow globe he had given to Toki when he left for Rock-a-Rooni Fantasy Camp, and now it was shattered on the ground with the glass and water scattered on the floor. “When did you get this?” Nathan asked as Makina grabbed some tissues from her personal bathroom. “Ah, uh… well, my friend Gerard got it for me. He wasn’t able to go to the concert that year but he did buy it from the online shop. It’s too bad that I gotta toss it.” Makina said wistfully. She knelt down and began wiping the water off of the brick tile floor. Gingerly she began sweeping the glass into hand and placing it into the wastebasket by her computer desk. Nathan watched on as Makina sniffled again, tears began to flow out from her eyes. “Why were you up?” Nathan attempted to ask softly, he did his best to not push too many questions on the poor vocalist. Makina stopped dead in her tracks. “I… uh, it’s stupid and embarrassing.” The singer looked to the side sheepishly, her tears kept drizzling out from her face. “I was, I was…” Makina looked back up at Nathan and saw how concerned he looked, Makina took a breath and then spoke. “I was trying to open the coffin cabinet but it got stuck. Then everything was about to fall so I went under to try and stop it but, I got noodles for arms, and I just ended up becoming a pillow for the shelf’s fall.”

‘She was right, it was stupid.’ Nathan thought to himself as he tried to keep his composure. “Why did you want to open the coffin?” Makina looked to her right and saw the thing she was looking for. She pointed to it and Nathan picked it up, it was a crimson stained leather bound journal. Curiously, Nathan opened it up. Makina’s face flushed bright pink. Inside there were scribbles about song ideas and little doodles too. He flipped through the pages and saw a note written in red ink.

“If only Dad, Rats, and that rockstar guy could see me now. I’m sure they’d be proud.

Note to self: fix vibrato. Do it for Nathan, make him not regret choosing me!”

Nathan’s heart sank, he realized Makina was pushing herself to the max in order to impress him. But when he read over the first part again, the word ‘Dad’ echoed in his mind. Maybe Makina was homesick. “You know, you could alway call your dad.” Nathan offered, gently handing back the journal to her. Makina limply grabbed it and let it fall to the floor, “My dad’s dead Mr. Explosion, he’s been dead since I was 10.”

”You could drop the formalities Medusa.” Nathan said bluntly, “No offense, I get that you’re wanting to give me respect and all, but it’s kind of fucking weird.” Makina couldn’t hold back anymore, she couldn’t compose herself any longer and began to sob. “I’m sorry I’m not as good or as brutal as you are. I’m trying really hard to live up to your standard and I fucked up again. Please don’t kick me out!” Nathan couldn’t believe what he was hearing, her anxieties were being poured out in front of him just like back at Doom-opolis. This time he knew what he needed to do. Nathan swiftly wrapped his arms around the crying singer, her muffled screams into his shoulder now wet with her salty tears. He rubbed her back, in an attempt to finally give the singer some form of comfort. Makina’s sobs were now nothing but hushed whimpers as Nathan kept holding her. Out of instinct, Makina hugged her mentor back gripping his pajama shirt by the waist. “Makina,” Nathan said in a fatherly tone, “You’re doing a good job. Stop beating yourself up over the small shit. And you will do better, I know it. I will start your training properly tomorrow, I promise. Ok?” Makina gave a small ‘Mmm-hmm.’ And with that Nathan released Makina from the hug. He ruffled her hair a bit before helping her clean a bit of the remaining mess. Makina crawled back into her bed, “Good night Mr- I mean, Nathan.” The singer gave a small smile back and bidded his pupil good night.

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had a crash nap with very vivid dream that introduced me to a new ship dynamic: they AREN'T fucking or together, but the chemistry is so intense that no one would be surprised if they ended up together, including them.

whole dream was like running a dead-slow luxury restaurant in a post apocalypse bunker, which is less fallout-y than you'd think, but the real meat of it was my interaction with this handsome older fella who was some kind of manager. i was a personal assistant to an engineer and i was always hanging around, friends with all the kitchen staff, they'd make food for everyone and we'd stand around and bullshit and make bets.

got to a point that i replaced the janky copper solitaire ring i wore on my left ring finger with a slightly fancier ring, and a regular customer (who was kind of a skeez and not the intended clientele, was always trying to bum free food and hit on me, etc) saw that my ring changed and he looked at the older fella all wide-eyed and asked if he finally replaced that old piece of shit he saddled me with initially.

no hesitation, my not husband shrugged and said yeah, and i agreed, and the bum just scuttled off. not sure why that would put an end to him pursuing me, but maybe he realized i had standards, dunno. but that became a like big callback moment.

so my not man was leaning in the doorway to the kitchen while someone was making pasta courses and one of our cooks had a panic attack on the kitchen floor about her college wrk/existential crises about end of world, and another tried to get her to chill and go home. i couldn't stay, so i like practically pressed myself against my not man and we kind of waltz turned out the swinging door while i held onto his fingertips with my left hand fingertips, and we were talking shit. i wiggled the ring on my finger and brought that previous story up, and we didnt let go of the other's fingers.

i dont know what happened next bc my sister woke me up with dinner, but there was this massive feeling of being so chill and in sync with each other, and this like palpable knowledge that both of us would be fine making it more, and more than that very happy and excited to. anyway YEP. fun dream.

there was a lot more detail about tunnel structural engineering than i let on, and a subplot about building the bunker with the entrance facing a parking garage and leaving the structure exposed bc the raining of bombs would collapse the topsoil gathered on top of the bunker and just fill the whole thing in. and a random black and white ocean sequence where the terrors of the sea needed to be avoided but like. sure. yknow. the ocean and the terrors.

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Day 1, Saturday May 27: Ladysmith, Vancouver Island to Victoria BC by land, to Port Angeles, Washington by sea, to Discovery Bay, Olympia and Tacoma, Washington by land again, 314 km.

This will be a busy first day. Early Saturday morning, Janis packs her bags for her flight to Vancouver, and I pack the bike to begin my motorcycle ride to Victoria and the Blackball Ferry docks.

We leave the hotel together for the airport where we say our goodbyes, and she heads for her departure gate and I to Trans Canada Highway 1A to start my ride to Duncan, Cowichan, Malahat and Victoria.

It's a 100 km ride, and I make it in plenty of time. I'm the first motorcycle in line, and I readily clear customs to enter the US. With time on my hands, I retire to a nearby restaurant to have lunch and watch the waterfront. It's a beautiful day, and the harbour is alive with walkers, diners, boats of all shapes and sizes, and sea planes.

I rode this ferry last year, so when they summon us to board, I know the drill - drive to the motorcycle area, strap down the bike, and clear the vehicle deck.

I find a favourable vantage point on the rear passenger deck and as we pull away and Canada starts to fade into the distance, it hits home - all the planning, all the anticipation, all the excitement, it's here, it's now, this is really happening.

It's a beautiful, uneventful 42 km, 90 minute ride across to Port Angeles. Last year, my brother and I got lost and separated, so this year I'm prepared and know exactly where to go when we dock.

I head SE on East 1st Street towards State 101 and the scenic route down alongside Olympic National Park towards Discovery Bay and Olympia.

Past Olympia, headed NE at Lacey on Interstate 5, across Puget Sound to Tacoma

Checked into my luxury room with my own personal bottle opener

Ooops, forgot this one