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queen-rogah · 5 years ago

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Trapped in Montreux (Roger Taylor x Reader) - Part Three

Summary: You got a job as a bartender in a yacht somewhere in Switzerland, and you didn't know that the yacht was rented by a famous band for the whole weekend...

Warnings: none :) just some strong languages

Word Count: 3.6k+ words

Note: We will be having the boat party scene in this part now yay! Enjoy reading!

MASTERLIST

PART ONE | PART TWO

Tomorrow will be the first shift of your bartending job in the yacht with Gerda. You're now living here in Montreux for a week and it's also been two days since Roger signed your skin, the signature faded now but the feeling is still there. You can remember how his hands; that are callused from his drumming in the band, held your hands as he softly write on your skin. Nobody who is famous like him did that to you, out of all meet-and-greets with some famous people with Gerda, that is just the first time. You're still planning on wanting to leave Montreux to live in Milan. This breakfast, you have talked to Gerda about it again.

"So, my plan in Milan?..." You added the topic again, watching Gerda eat on her cereal bowl then looked up to you.

"What about it? You seem like you're loving Montreux ever since Roger noticed you." Gerda teases as she smirks at you.

"No I'm not!--"

"--yes you are Y/N. It's obvious." She rolls her eyes, continuing on eating her breakfast.

You ignored her, "I don't care, I'm still gonna leave this place if I will save up more money to go to Milan, whether you like it or not." You said, taking your empty plate and washed it yourself.

Gerda knew that you're pissed. She knew she crossed your line.

So your best friend approaches you, setting her bowl on the counter and then hugged you from the back, saying her sorry that she made you angry, "Hey, I'm sorry Y/N...I know I'm being so annoying and selfish about staying here in Montreux but..I really like it here..." She frowns.

You turn around to face her, "Yes, you like it here but I don't. If you want to live here then do it by yourself while I'm gonna save up for Milan. Okay Gerda?." You interject then turn your back from her again.

"I know Milan means so much to you Y/N, but we are now living here in Montreux for a week now and we're still arguing about this?." Gerda complained and that made you suck in a breath.

"I...I'm sorry Gerda." You stammer, facing her again. "This place means to much to you also and I'm happy that nothing is going wrong to us." You grinned.

"So, you're saying about staying here in Montreux?." She asks with a smile on her face again.

You still gave her an I don't know look but had a reassuring smile, "Maybe or maybe not. Let's just see if Montreux will change my mind for Milan." You smirked.

"Guess you're stuck with me loser." She teases. You pinched her side as she squeals, moving away from you.

"Guess I am," You responded, "I'm trapped here in Montreux with you."

...

Miami is now contacting Fionn about the party, he had his friends called too and more people with come who is in touch with Freddie. People that are like him, free, flamboyant and fun. Brian had his family over but Chrissie said to him that they'll also leave because she doesn't know what will happen in that party that his kids won't pleasantly see, John was beside Freddie who is talking on the phone with Mary, asking if she wants to come but she can't, but didn't have any excuses. Roger is also on the phone with his girl, hearing his children in the background.

"How are you and the kids?." Roger asked. His back leaning over the wall as he stare at the ground.

"Felix is taking care of Rory, he really loves her sister so much. I wish you're back home with us Rog." Dominique replied with a sad tone in her voice. Roger again felt bad but he promised that after this weekend, he will go straight home and be with his little family.

"I promise I'll be there after the party that Freddie have for us. Okay, Dom?." Roger said and his girl felt the warm feeling in her heart. Brian came inside the room with Chrissie and his kids as he suddenly handed a letter to Roger, he took it from him and open it to see a polaroid picture of Dominique holding Rory, and that made him smile.

"You didn't tell me you sent a picture." Roger said to the phone and that made Dominique chuckle on the other line.

"It's a surprise Rog. Rory looked very beautiful there, very damn beautiful that I want to take a picture of her. And I did, we took a whole lot of pictures but this one is my favorite. And I'm giving it to you." She said. Roger is still staring at the picture, looking at his daughter and the person he loves. He did pictured a future with Dominique and he thinks he's finally ready for marriage with her.

He kept thinking about proposing to her, planning on getting a ring, planning on going on one knee for her as he asks her if she wants to marry him. Roger was scared to commit himself to a person he truly knows and loved, but with Dominique inside his mind and his heart, his scared self fades away. He's now sharing two healthy and happy children with her, all that is missing with her getting his last name.

"You both looked perfect babe." Roger said, then put the picture inside his bag where it is secured.

"I miss you Roger." She sighed.

"I miss you too Dom, see you soon. I promise. I love you. Tell the kids that I love them too." Roger replied and she hum in response.

"We love you Roger, you know that. Take care always." Dominique ended the call as Roger put the phone down. His eyes trailed up to the three boys in front of him doing their own business.

"I want to marry Dominique." Roger seriously said, making the boys stop on what they are doing and stare up at him. Also Chrissie who is beside Brian had her jaw dropped open, but their kids kept playing in peace.

"Is that a good thing...or a bad thing?." Brian asks and Roger rolled his eyes.

"Of course it's a good thing Brian! Are you damn stupid?." Roger deadpans.

"I don't know, the way you just said it was a different kind of way in saying that you want to marry Dominique." Brian replied.

"But if you want to marry her, then marry her. We loved her with you and Dominique is a lovely lady." Deaky added also.

"We can help you find a perfect ring by the time we go back in London. Then I'll throw a party where you will go down on one knee as you ask her to marry you." Freddie intervene, giving Roger a genuine smile on his face.

"You mean that Fred?." Roger made sure and the lead singer nods his head.

"Of course darling. I will do that for you and for Dominique. Also to my niece and nephew." Freddie grinned. Roger replied with an ok as he thought about scenarios in his mind about the proposal.

...

You and Gerda are finding some white button up shirt and some black slacks for the uniform in the yacht by tonight already. You've been searching for different racks of clothes in boutiques around Montreux and when you both found the outfit in a local store, you both can't wait to do the job already. Gerda have mentioned that those yachts are party yachts where the people can rent it and use it all night long for themselves. Fionn's father actually owns five large boats that can fit hundreds of people on deck.

You also tested your skills on knowing how to mix the drinks, Gerda gives you a drink while you say the contents of it and how strong it is. You and Gerda take turns on the questions.

"Okay there a different types of Martini, name those and tell the contents. Let's take turns, you first." Gerda asks and you thought quickly. Remembering each drinks.

"The classic gin martini, and it should have a dry vermouth, angostura bitters, lemon twists and most importantly, the gin." You expertly said. Martini is one of your best mixes, one of the best sellers in the bar you've worked on before.

Gerda smirks, taking her turn, "The dry martini, and it can either have cranberry, pineapple, and grapefruit juice and should be mixed with a club soda and simple syrup." Gerda also expertly answered.

"My personal favorite, the Hawaiian martini, it should have...pineapple juice, coconut rum, triple sec and then vodka. That drink will never ever go away in my senses when I will have a lot of drinks with it." You licked your lips.

Gerda was about to speak but she was beat to it with the phone ringing, she picked it up and heard it's Fionn talking on the other line, "Gerda? Are you there?." He asks.

"Yeah. Gerda here." She replied, you stood beside her also.

"Are you and your friend ready for your shift tonight? Because the boat that you both will be in is going to have lots and lots of people. Maybe I'll call the other bartenders too to help you guys out. Good luck later." He said.

"Wait--wait, lots and lots of people? What's happening? A graduation? A rich men yacht party with supermodels walking around or--?."

"--what if I say it's a celebration of the biggest rock band today? It's like their success party for their latest record." Fionn interjects and that made Gerda stop in her tracks.

"Don't tell me it's Queen you're talking about." Gerda said in a serious tone and when you heard that band name, your head also turn to Gerda who is panicking on the inside.

"What if I tell you that it's actually Queen who rented the boat and will be using it by the whole weekend. Tonight will be the success party for the album and the following day will be just a huge boat party hosted by the one and only Freddie Mercury." He said. Gerda tries to contain herself from what she is hearing, but she dropped the phone and screamed like the happiest kid who got the biggest prize on a game.

"Holy fuck! Holy fuck?! HOLY FUCK!." Gerda shouted around the living room while you hear her say those words from the kitchen. You walk in the room to see her standing at the corner looking shocked.

"Who called?." You asked. She ignored you as she came back to the phone again.

"Are you fucking sure Fionn?." Gerda asked to Fionn on the phone, only to hearing him chuckle.

"Did I ever lie to you?." Fionn said and it made Gerda smile so hard again.

"See you tonight Fionn." She squeals and ended the call, facing towards you again with the biggest smile she has. Even bigger than the one where she met the Queen members.

"So? I guess that's Fionn, what did he say? Is it about the boat? Is he making us quit? Is he--"

Gerda gripped your shoulders as you stopped rambling words, "The yacht where we will be mixing drinks will be rented by them."

You furrowed your brows, "Who's them?."

"Queen! It will be used by Queen! They are hosting a success party for their new album! You're gonna see Roger Taylor again!." Gerda squeals in happiness as she jumps up and down.

But you just stood there, feeling so numb that you will see Roger again. You can probably see yourself being so anxious in the yacht, trying to hide yourself from him.

"Holy fuck it is." You mumbled and sat down on the couch, thinking what would happen in that party tonight.

...

You looked at yourself in the mirror, wearing the clothes that you and Gerda bought for bartending. Tonight is the night and you don't know what to do. What if you'll forget the drinks? What if you'll fail in doing the job? What if you'll pour a drink over someone because you're distracted. You're overthinking what would happened tonight, but thank god Gerda is with you. Probably going to guide you but also can tease you when Roger is definitely around.

You look over to Gerda beside you who's fixing her makeup and then her hair. You sighed and finally took the bag of her makeup since she's been bugging you to wear some. So when your hand reaches over to the lipstick, her head whips to you with that familiar smirk.

"Fucking finally." Gerda laughs as she continues on applying her blush on and pursed her lips with the lipstick on. She looked good actually.

"You're just gonna mix some drinks in a corner while you look like that. Makeup is just a waste of time for this event." You complained while putting lipstick on your lips and now you're done.

"Well at least we look presentable to the other people. I'm not just gonna impress Queen--"

"--specifically Brian May..." You interject as you roll your eyes.

Gerda glares at you as you snort a small laugh, "But still, I'm gonna be lookinh ravishing than the other woman there." She sassed.

"Oh wow, your confidence already ate mine." You laughed, "Just remember that supermodels come and go in a Queen party. I mean you're pretty, Gerda but they are way more prettier."

"Oh shut up, my own kind of beauty can shut their supermodel assess off." Gerda smirks again and noticed that she's already done.

"I wish I have that kind of confidence you had." You chuckled and took your wallet, putting it inside your pocket and now you're ready to go. Gerda is the one that's holding a bag.

"I'm taking these," Gerda said, reaching over the box of Marlboro laying on the kitchen counter, "And use this while on our breaks."

"Perfect." You said and now you're both ready to go. You left the flat and took a cab to where Fionn's father's boat are. You did look around the city of Montreux, it's beautiful but you just remembered that you wanted to escape here for Milan. With Gerda, you think everything will be alright in your stay.

"I can't believe we're going on a Queen party." Gerda excitedly said and you look over to her, seeing her hands slowly shaking in fear or in excitement.

"Not kidding but, upon seeing some videos of Queen parties, I think they look good. Maybe a lot of sex and drugs." You said.

"Sex, drugs and rock and roll baby. That's what they do since the 70s."

Minutes later, the cab finally stopped to see the dock at the lake. You can literally see many people around, going out of their luxurious cars. You didn't know that there are a lot of people here and that made your anxiety eat you up. Gerda was the first one to leave the cab while you paid the driver, smile at him, before leaving the vehicle too. Your heart dropped on the sight of the large boat floating on the lake, it already has a lot of people inside, hearing the loud blaring music and lights are around.

You gulped, "Holy fuck, this is huge." You mumbled, standing beside Gerda who is also astonished on a Queen party right in front of her.

You can see the sign on the boat saying, Welcome Queen! And the people laughing as they already had drinks in their hands. Just plain old champagne and ice cold pint of lagers.

"Gerda!."

You turn your head to your right to see Fionn wearing a black suit and tie, had the biggest smile on his face as he shared a hug with Gerda. In the back of your mind, you see Gerda and Fionn look good together, that's why you're smirking at your best friend who is literally enjoying the hug of this man.

"Hi Fionn." Gerda greeted as they move away from each other. "I guess you knew Y/N right here."

"Oh yes! Good evening Y/N," He said, reaching to your hand to shake it. "Hope you two have the energy to do the drinks, because Queen parties actually will die when a small peck of sunlight will come up."

Okay, so this party will last until tomorrow.

"Did the Queen boys already came?." Gerda excitedly asked.

"They are already on their way. Maybe--"

You suddenly heard some noises behind you to see the paparazzi's already flashing their cameras, it means that they have arrived. Your eyes have found Freddie Mercury in the crowd, wearing that brown leather jacket, then Brian was with his wife and his kids, which is weird because the party is filled with adults, and then you see John and Roger stopped in front of the paparazzi so they can get a clear picture.

"Is the press relevant in this party?." You asked Fionn.

"Freddie said it so. The press can actually go inside to take several pictures and videos of the party." Fionn said.

"Freddie really love to show it off." Gerda said. Fionn soon guide you both inside the party, your eyes looking at the random people having fun.

"Brandon, Arvin and Frida are already at the bar. There they are." Fionn pointed to the direction towards the bar to see the three bartenders already mixing drinks. You said your goodbyes to Fionn and made your way to the bar.

"Hi, I'm Y/N...this is Gerda." You introduced yourself to the others. Frida is the only one who waved her hand while the others gave you a small smile, too busy to greet tonight.

"Hello! I'm Frida!." Her Swiss accent came in and actually hugged us both right here. "And that's Arvin," She pointed at the blonde guy working on some margaritas, "And that's Brandon." Pointing at the brunette working on a classid daiquiri.

"Brandon is attractive though." Gerda whispered in your ear as she smirks again. You think she noticed how you just stare at Brandon making drinks.

"Oh fuck off Gerda, you're doing that again to me."

After introducing them to you and Gerda, you both took the black aprons and tie it around your waists. More guests came in and the crowd at the center where the music is loud became huge. Then one of the songs you loved to dance to suddenly came on, also the other people dances happily to it. It's Bon Jovi's, Livin' on a prayer. A hit.

When you just poured the drink on the glass to whom it will, you slightly sway your hips with the beat and start to lipsync the lyrics. Gerda is also feeling the beat as she looked over to you, giving you a wink before mixing some drinks again.

"You're quite a dancer huh."

You turn your head to see Brandon enthusiastically looking at you and your swaying hips. Your cheeks turn red when he said that and let out a shaky laugh.

"It's nothing. I just love that song." You mumbled and exhaled to stop yourself from blushing in front of him. It would be embarassing for you.

"Jovi. Love him also, such a huge hit this year." He chuckles, wiping his hand on the towel below the counter.

You and Brandon fell in awkward silence since you really don't know to get a conversation going, "I...I actually didn't introduce myself earlier since you're too busy. Hi, I'm Y/N."

"Y/N, nice to finally meet you." He smiles, holding your hand as you smiled also. His brown eyes resting to yours, already feeling the warmth of his touch.

...

Freddie, Brian, John and Roger came in the party to hear the people praise them. Congratulating them from side to side, offering them a drink as they pat their shoulders. Freddie was soom swarmed by press while talking to others. John found some friends as they are now dancing to the beat, Brian left the scene to guide his family on the top deck where Miami and others are.

Roger is now standing in the corner talking to some of his friends he called, but he kept thinking about the marriage with Dominique. He drank on the cocktail drink that they have offered him.

"Such a delicious drink, what's this?." Roger asks.

"Fuzzy Navel, got it on the bar." The girl beside him said. Roger drank the rest of the drink. He excused himself from the group to order the same drink but his steps stopped when he see the familiar girl in the meet-and-greet.

He see you laughing along with Brandon, and when someone orders a drink you both do it expertly. Roger gulped to see you here since he never had this kind of feeling towards a girl like you, only a girl that has a friend who is a Queen fan.

And the fact that Roger was attracted by you, which is the worst thing. He just kept thinking about Dominique earlier and when he sees you there, everything just fades away. He mentally cursed himself in what's happening. He shouldn't be doing this. He shouldn't be staring at you while talking to the guy you're trying to show yourself off.

"Bloody hell..." Roger groaned and inhaled before going to the bar.

Montreux stays in Montreux right?

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holmes-nii-chan · 6 years ago

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SDB Black+ - Intervista con Aoyama - Traduzione ITA delle Domande fatte dai Fan

Ecco la traduzione completa di tutte le 132 domande poste dai fan tramite l’apposito modulo online a Gosho Aoyama, relative all’organizzazione.

Posterò eventualmente altri recap sull’SDB Black+.

ATTENZIONE SPOILER!

D1: L’Organizzazione recluta nuovi membri? A: “Beh...”

D2: Quando si entra a far parte dell’Organizzazione, bisogna fare dei test di capacità pratiche, degli esami scritti o delle interrogazioni orali? A: B-Beh, ecco...

D3: I diplomati quindi possono entrare più facilmente nell'organizzazione? A: Non saprei proprio, ahah!

D4: Ci sono belle ragazze nell'organizzazione? A: Beh, c'era Haibara, no...?

D5: Qual è l'età minima per entrare nell'organizzazione? A: Tutta qui [la domanda]? Ahahah!

D6: Mia madre dice che se entrassi nell'organizzazione il mio nome in codice sarebbe "imojouchuu*". Posso entrare ora? A: [Meglio di] no. (*T/N Imojouchuu = liquore distillato dolce prodotto da un tipo di patata giapponese)

D7: Vorrei sapere qual è il salario medio dei membri dell'organizzazione. Provengo anche io da un "black business", quindi la cosa mi incuriosisce... A: Me lo chiedo anch'io, ahahah!

D8: A proposito di paghe, se dico alla persona che si occupa dei conti "oggi ho ucciso X persone", lo calcoleranno? A: Non penso...?

D9: Nell'organizzazione si tengono meeting o festini alcolici? A: Non penso...?

D10: Pensa che nell'Organizzazione ci siano bambini? A: Beh, potrebbero essercene, ahahah...

D11: L'organizzazione mi dà l'impressione che sia ricca. I loro soldi provengono dalle vendite di pozioni come l'Apoptoxin? A: No, sbagliato! (sbagliatissimo...)

D12: Qual è il gusto di onigiri* preferito dei membri [dell'organizzazione]? A: Non lo so... (non lo so proprio!) (T/N: Onigiri = polpettine di riso riempite di varie spezie e salse)

D13: E' okay il fatto che ci siano così tanti NOC* nell'Organizzazione? A: Certo che è okay. (T/N: NOC = infiltrati)

D14: Cosa fanno Gin e gli altri [dell'organizzazione] durante il tempo libero? A: Credo che non abbiano tempo libero...

D15: C'è qualcuno nell'organizzazione a cui piacciono manga e anime? A: Non credo...?

D16: I nomi in codice dell'Organizzazione sono relativi all'alcol, ma il Capo li assegna [ai membri] in base all'impressione che gli danno? Per esempio, Gin ha dato una certa impressione al capo, e pertanto ha deciso di chiamarlo Gin... Funziona così? A: Beh, me lo chiedo anch'io...

D17: Dopo che sono morti Tequila, Pisco e Calvados, altri membri hanno ereditato i loro nomi in codice? Come il numero delle uniformi, i nomi in codice sono propri di ciascun membro separato? A: Non posso dirtelo.

D18: Se ci sono bambini che hanno le capacità, potrebbero ottenere anche loro un nome in codice? A: Beh, guarda Haibara, era minorenne... Ahahah!

D19: Perché i nomi in codice sono relativi all'alcol? Non potevano essere [, per esempio,] nomi di razze di gatti [eccetera...]? A: Perché [l'alcol] era[no] più fighi.

D20: C'è un "Cognac"? A: [Beh,] potrebbe esserci.

D21: C'è qualcuno col nome in codice "Birra"? A: Non ci ho mai pensato...

D22: La vera identità di Karasuma Renya è quella di Matsumoto? A: Credo proprio di no, ahahah!

D23: Anokata [quella persona], pratica il Karate? A: Sì*? (T/N: in questo caso "sì" non è un'affermazione, ma una specie di "cosa???")

D24: Vado dritto al punto: Karasuma Renya è Toiichi Kuroba, giusto? Ha detto che era ancora vivo... A: Ah ah ah... No, sbagliato!

D25: Io penso che "quella persona" abbia bevuto l'APTX 4869 ed è diventato un giovane poliziotto, lei che ne dice? A: Ooh...[?]

D26: Nel caso di Itakura... E' stato detto che "stiamo cercando di resuscitare i morti". Ma quando Gin ha ucciso Pisco, ha detto di "aver ricevuto un ordine direttamente da 'quella persona'"... Ma Karasuma, il capo, ha già fatto una scomparsa misteriosa. Perciò, magari il cadavere di Karasuma è stato distrutto ma [solo] il suo cervello è ancora in vita. Magari ora è un'AI*? A: Ooh, gran bella pensata, ma non è questo il caso, ahah! (T/N: AI = Intelligenza Artificiale, inteso come umanoide)

D27: Tra Karasuma Renya, il Gruppo Suzuki e la Famiglia Ooka, chi è il più ricco? A: Karasuma. Karasuma è il più ricco!

D28: Qual è il cibo preferito del boss? A: Perché lo vuoi sapere?

D29: A quanto ammonta il salario annuale del capo degli Uomini in Nero? A: Aah, ma perché lo volete sapere?

D30: Il progetto segreto che l'organizzazione ha portato avanti da 50 anni è collegato a Karasuma Renya? A: Ovviamente.

D31: Karasuma Renya ha fondato il Gruppo Karasuma? A: E' naturale!

D32: Il boss, sta ancora a Tottori? A: Perché [proprio a] Tottori? Ahahah!

D33: Pisco ha detto che ha servito Quella Persona per molto tempo, significa che Karasuma è ancora vivo? A: Eeh, dici? Ahahah!

D34: Karasuma Renya è uno sherlockiano*? A: Eeh?! Dici?! (T/N: Non ne ho idea, in giapponese diceva proprio così XD Penso sia inteso come fan accanito di Sherlock Holmes)

D35: Voglio sapere [qual è] la relazione tra il Boss e Vermouth! A: Eeeh? Seriamente?! ...Perché sembra proprio così... Ahahah (T/N: Si riferisce alla domanda, sta fingendo di non aver capito bene quello che gli è stato chiesto)

D36: Karasuma e la vecchietta Senma, si sono mai incontrati? A: No.

D37: Gin è russo? E Vodka, è tedesco? A: P-Perché [mai dovrebbero]?!

D38: Nella parte finale, Gin morirà? Sopravviverà? O magari... magari avrà un'amnesia* e continuerà a vivere [come se nulla fosse]? A: Ah ah ah... Perché [dovrebbe]? (T/N: Amnesia = perdita della memoria)

D39: Se incontro Gin in centro città, [dice che] sarà OK se gli parlo? A: Se vuoi morire, parlagli pure... (T/N: Qui nel libricino hanno usato un carattere tipografico più spettrale XD)

D40: Gin è veramente un cattivo? A: Sì (certamente, ahahah!).

D41: Gin si è mai innamorato? A: Eeeh?!

D42: Gin è una specie di vice manager nell'organizzazione? A: Penso che [il suo livello] sia molto più alto.

D43: Dato che Vodka chiama Gin "aniki", c'è qualcun altro nell'organizzazione che chiama un altro membro "oyaji" o "aneki"?* A: Beh, i fan chiamano Vermouth Ver-nee, no? Ahahah! (T/N: Aniki = fratello maggiore, inteso come capo; Oyaji = vecchietto, ma inteso come capo; Aneki = sorella maggiore, inteso come capo(a). Il suffisso -nee significa sorellona.)

D44: Gin è popolare [tra le donne]? A: Sì, lo è...

D45: Gin è bravo negli sport di combattimento di gruppo? Se sì, qual è la sua specialità? (Per esempio, karate, la boxe e così via...) A: Non ne ho idea, ma credo che sia molto forte.

D46: Gin e Vodka sono amici da sempre? A: Non credo che questo sia il caso?

D47: Gin ha detto "non me ne importa niente del lavoro mandato all'aria da Rum"... Non è che Gin detesta Rum? A: Potrebbe darsi.

D48: Gin ha l'abitudine di dimenticarsi i nomi delle sue vittime, ma non si è dimenticato quello di Akemi[, vero]? A: Non l'ha dimenticato [neanch'esso], no?

D49: L'altro giorno, ho sognato che Gin, con una faccia piena di schizzi di sangue, un coltello appoggiato a terra, leggermente piegato e con la mano destra sul petto, con un sorriso sadico ha sparato a Furuya, [che] indossava un giubbetto [anti proiettile], e si trovava a poca distanza [da Gin]. Era certo che Furuya fosse una spia. Questo mio sogno si avvererà? A: Niente affatto. Rimarrà solo un incubo.

D50: Quanto si sa sui ranghi [dei membri] dell'organizzazione? In quale posizione è Gin, contando dal Capo [in giù]? A: Me lo vuoi chiedere [seriamente]?

D51: Gin è proprio il mio tipo, ma a lui quale tipo di donne piace? A: Beh, le donne cosiddette "stinco di santo", no? Ahahahah!

D52: Un collegamento con un demone dell'oscurità... Gin e Mary hanno un qualche collegamento tra loro? A: Beh, potrebbero.

D53: Se avessi un appuntamento con Gin, dove [pensa che] mi porterebbe? A: Al cimitero? (T/N: Qui la risposta sul librettino originale è scritta in un font più cupo, ahahahah!)

D54: Gin ha una fidanzata? A: Non credo che ne abbia, ora...

D55: Voglio sposare Gin! A: Non te lo consiglio!

D56: E' vero che è stata Vermouth a crescere Gin? A: No, non è vero.

D57: L'età di Gin è di circa 32 anni? A: Dici che ne dimostra [32]?

D58: Quando Gin parla ai superiori, come il Boss, usa un linguaggio formale? A: Può essere. (T/N: Per linguaggio formale intende il keigo, il registro abbastanza formale giapponese, poco meno che dare del lei in italiano)

D59: Gin saluta educatamente dicendo "Buon giorno"? A: Non credo proprio.

D60: Quando Gin va a prendere le sigarette al conbini, ci va vestito in quel modo? A: Credo che ci mandi qualcun altro a comprarle, no? (T/N: Conbini = specie di convenience store giapponesi)

D61: Fin da bambino ho sempre desiderato sapere come ha fatto Vodka ad ottenere la fiducia di Gin, a tal punto che [Gin] gli lascia guidare la sua auto. A: Penso che semplicemente [a Gin] non gli vada di guidarla.

D62: Vodka ha una ragazza? Perché se non è così, mi piacerebbe annunciare che mi candido io! A: Fai pure.

D63: Mi piace tantissimo Vodka! Mi dica uno dei suoi segreti, la prego! A: In verità... All'inizio della serializzazione, i miei assistenti lo chiamavano Sub-chan! (Sub come "sub character". Gin era "noppo".) (T/N: "Sub character" = personaggio secondario. "Noppo" = alto e snello. Queste note tra parentesi alla fine della domanda sono state aggiunte per volere di Aoyama in persona.)

D64: Vorrei chiederle come mai Vodka è un membro dell'organizzazione. A: Non sarebbe meglio non saperlo?

D65: [Le lenti de]Gli occhiali da sole di Vodka, sono graduati? A: Direi di no.

D66: Mi domando perché Gin non pianti [molli] Vodka, con tutti gli errori che fa... A: Certo che te lo domandi! Ahahah!

D67: Come ha fatto Vodka ad ottenere un nome in codice? Ha una qualche qualità speciale che batte tutti gli altri membri, nonostante la sua faccia da tonto? A: Beh, nonostante il sua aspetto ha molte qualità! Ahahah!

D68: Vodka ha una macchina [sua]? A: [Sì,] è apparsa nel volume 37. Ahahah!

D69: Vodka è molto in forma perché in passato ha praticato un qualche tipo di sport? A: Può darsi.

D70: Vodka è lento a correre? A: Beh, potrebbe invece correre molto velocemente, direi!

D71: Perché Vodka chiama Gin "aniki" [capo]? A: Già, perché?

D72: Il piatto preferito di Vodka è il pudding giapponese? A: Non penso proprio, no?

D73: Vodka ha un modello ispiratore? A: [Sì,] un tipo nel film "Diva". Aveva dei gran bei muscoli.

D74: Dato che all'interno della Polizia Metropolitana c'è un gruppo di Fan di Sato, c'è un gruppo di fan di Vermouth, nell'organizzazione? A: No, non c'è.

D75: Che ne dice di Vermouth-nee-sama*?! Lei è la mia vita!!! Sopravviverà, vero?! Aaaaaaaaaaah!!! A: Beh, me lo domando anche io. (T/N: In questo caso, chi ha posto la domanda intende che per lei Vermouth è come una sorellona, ma ha comunque rispetto per lei. Ah, comunque, queste "aaaah" isteriche c'erano veramente!)

D76: Quanto Vermouth e Bourbon vanno a cena insieme, offre Vermouth o lasciano tutto tra le spese dell'Organizzazione? A: No, nessuna spesa.

Q77: Quante lingue sa parlare Vermouth? A: Moltissime. Tutte quante.

Q78: E' stata Vermouth ad uccidere Elena Miyano? A: Hm? Come dici?

D79: In che modo Bourbon è entrato nell'Organizzazione? A: Beh, penso l'abbia fatto in modo molto talentuoso.

D80: Sembra che Akemi Miyano sapesse di Bourbon, ma sapeva che era il ragazzino della sua infanzia? A: Penso che non se ne sia mai accorta.

D81: What is Amuro’s blood group? [Qual è il gruppo sanguigno di Amuro?] A: Gruppo sanguigno? Per questa volta passo, ahahah! (T/N: La domanda è in inglese anche nell'originale, segno che qualcuno gliel'ha inviata in inglese da internet!)

D82: Come ha fatto Bourbon a scoprire il grande segreto di Vermouth? E quel segreto, è relativo al fatto che Vermouth non sia invecchiata fisicamente dopo 20 anni? A: Dato che lui è "Zero", credo che abbia investigato accuratamente.

D83: Bourbon ha ucciso qualcuno? A: Sembra proprio [l'intercalare di] Kazami! Ahahah!

D84: Bourbon sapeva che la ragazza di Rye era la figlia di Elena? A: Penso proprio di no.

D85: Bourbon non morirà, vero? A: Eh? E perché [mai]? Ahahah!

D86: Scotch ha un nome fittizio come Amuro Tooru o Dai Moroboshi? A: Penso di sì.

D87: A Scotch piacciono i Bonsai, ossia piantine come i cactus? A: Perché dovrebbe?

D88: E' possibile che Scotch sia vivo? A: No.

D89: Perché Mary è stata rimpicciolita? A: Vuoi chiedermelo [seriamente]?

D90: Torneremo al punto di partenza e risulterà che Kan-chan* è Rum? Lol. A: No, no. (T/N: Kan-chan: Kansuke Yamato)

D91: Quanti anni ha Rum? A: Non posso dirtelo.

D92: Rum è veramente uno dei tre sospettati, Kuroda, Wakasa e Wakita? A: Esattamente!

D93: Il "lavoro mandato all'aria" di Rum nel caso di Koji Haneda, si è trattato di un grave errore[, no]? Se fosse così, perché Rum non è stato [punito e] ucciso? A: Perché lui/lei è il No. 2

D94: Koji Haneda è Rum, giusto? A: Sbagliato.

D95: Perché Rum chiede ad Amuro di dargli informazioni su Shinichi tutto d'un tratto? Ha un qualche obiettivo? A: Beh, deve averlo per forza.

D96: La Maestra Wakasa è molto sospetta, [mi] fa paura. E' membro degli uomini in nero oppure no? A: Bella domanda, temetela [= abbiatene paura], ahahah!

D97: Il nome della Maestra Rumi Wakasa [若狭留美], mi sembra sempre 若さ [wakasa, giovinezza], 留める [todomeru, fermarsi/fermare] e 美しさ [utsukushisa, bellezza]. E' collegato all'immortalità di Vermouth? A: Sei fantastico! Ahahahah!

D98: Wakasa Rumi e Haneda Koji erano fidanzati? A: Eh?

D99: Nell'episodio della tenda bruciata, Wakasa Rumi stringeva qualcosa simile ad un pezzo del gioco dello shogi, nei suoi pantaloni. Lei è collegata al caso di Koji Haneda? E poi, stava guardando la lista delle vittime a cui è stato somministrato l'APTX... Ecco perché l'ho pensato. A: Oooh[, capisco]...

D100: Scotch si è travestito da Wakita? A: Sbagliato.

D101: Perché Akai portava i capelli lunghi quando era nell'organizzazione? A: Eh già, bella domanda.

D102: Yamamura c'entra qualcosa con l'organizzazione? A: No.

D103: Akemi Miyano e Azusa Enomoto non sono molto simili? Sono imparentate? A: [No, perché] Akemi non ha gli occhi rivolti verso al basso.

D104: Akemi Miyano è ancora in vita? La prego, risponda alla mia domanda ([Da un fan] Dall'Arabia Saudita) A: Non credo proprio che sia viva.

D105: Elena Miyano è diventata così silenziosa e spettrale dopo essere entrata nell'organizzazione? A: No, no. Non è mai stata una gran chiacchierona.

D106: Perché l'immagine [=impressione] di Elena era diversa prima rispetto a dopo l'entrata nell'organizzazione? A: Perché aveva quell'aria secondo suo marito ed Amuro, ma è sempre stata così [timida e silenziosa].

D107: Cosa sta facendo Kir in questo momento? Io adoro Kir. Aspetto con trepidazione la sua ricomparsa! A: Tieni duro nell'attesa!

D108: Mi dispiace per Kir, per com'è stata manipolata dall'FBI. Troverà mai la felicità? A: Eh, già, poveretta... Ahah!

D109: Perché Kir lavorava come giornalista? A: Aveva scoperto di avere talento in quel settore.

D110: Chianti indossa un vestito a pezzo unico? A: Beh, ne indosserà se ne ha voglia.

D111: Il disegno sull'occhio sinistro di Chianti è un tatuaggio? A: Sì, lo è.

D112: Chianti è in grado di parlare in modo formale? A: Non credo...

D113: Chianti e Korn escono insieme? A: Niente affatto.

D114: A Korn piace Chianti? A: Aah, fa questo effetto?

D115: Korn e Chianti si sposeranno? A: Non penso...?

D116: Ai sa del vero nome dell'organizzazione? A: Per forza che lo sa!

D117: Vorrei diventare come Ai! Cosa devo fare? A: Studiare [molto]...

D118: Cosa succederà ad Ai Haibara dopo lo scontro con l'organizzazione? A: Aspettate [questo sviluppo della trama] con trepidazione.

D119: Haibara conosce il nome dell'organizzazione e l'identità del capo? A: Certo che lo conosce. (T/N: E' appositamente ambiguo su quale dei due o se entrambi.)

D120: Sherry usciva con Gin quando stava nell'organizzazione? A: Credo che [Gin] non sia il suo tipo, ahahah!

D121: Quanti anni ha Tequila? A: Lasciamo che rimanga un mistero?

D122: Tequila è da compatire, vero? A: Eh? Ah sì?

D123: E' possibile che Tequila sia vivo? A: No. E' saltato per aria ed è stato fatto a pezzettini.

D124: La "donna autoritaria" apparsa nella conversazione al telefono con Itakura era Vermouth? A: Esatto. E' stato confermato nell'episodio del Bell Tree Express.

D125: Se Kyogoku combattesse contro l'organizzazione, potrebbe batterli, vero? A: E' il più forte, nel mondo di Conan[, perciò]...

D126: Per quanto riguarda i cecchini dell'Organizzazione che sono comparsi nella serie (Rye, Chianti, Korn, Kalvados e Scotch), mi piacerebbe sapere il loro livello basato sulle capacità. A: Rye è il migliore, il Numero 1.

D127: Perché Kuroda ha chiamato Furuya "Bourbon"? A: Perché? Beh, perché... Ahahah!

D128: Mi piace moltissimo Curaçao! C'è la possibilità che appaia nel manga, magari in un flashback? A: E' probabile che non appaia... Vuoi che lo faccia?

D129: Riguardo i Servizi Segreti della Polizia Metropolitana (specialmente Kazami)... Quanto sanno dell'organizzazione? A: Beh, tutto ciò che gli ha detto Furuya, no?

D130: La prego, mi dica qual è il membro dell'organizzazione che preferisce, Aoyama-sensei. A: Mi piacciono tutti.

D131: Più che una domanda è un mio desiderio, ma personalmente mi piacerebbe uno spinoff come Zero no Tea Time chiamato "Soshiki no Tea Time"! Lol! A: Beh, allora il titolo sarebbe Black Cocktail Time, no? Ahahah! (T/N: Soshiki no Tea Time sarebbe letteralmente "Il Tea Time dell'Organizzazione. "Black Cocktail Time" era scritto in inglese anche nell'originale, e indica "Il [Tea] Time dei Cocktail Oscuri"! XD)

D132: Vorrei tanto che l'Organizzazione venga sconfitta e la verità venga a galla... ma poi Detective Conan finirebbe, e proprio non voglio! E' un[a specie di] 50/50. Che farò? A: Non temere... Ahahah!

E' tutto, fiùùù! Spero di aver tradotto il più chiaramente possibile: tenete presente che le note tra parentesi quadre [] sono chiarimenti miei. Porteremo a breve aggiornamenti sul contenuto del resto del libretto.

Buon proseguimento, H.

#detective conan #gosho aoyama #meitantei conan #sdb plus #uomini in nero #kurozukume no otokotachi #intervista

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chrisboobgrabevans · 7 years ago

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Pairing: Steve x Tony

Word Count: 1,327

The sun played on the backs of his eyelids and he grunted, legs caught between unfamiliar sheets. He smelled eggs and bacon and the strong scent of freshly brewed coffee. And something else underneath…something earthy, something like — “Good morning Starshine, the Earth says…” The voice only a few feet away startled him, and his eyes flew open as he scrambled to the edge of the bed and huddled there, frozen. There was a rustling as Tony laid the magazine he’d been reading on his lap, a puzzled expression on his face. “What does the Earth say? She’s never said hello to me, that I can tell you…frigid bitch.” A pause, as Tony finally looked at Steve. And gave him the smile that normally made his heart melt, but now just made him feel like fainting. “Vision’s downstairs making breakfast. Figured you’d be hungry.” Steve’s breath caught in his throat. The giant floor-to-ceiling windows let the light in in a way that made his head hurt. The sun shone across the smooth marble floor, shattered over the rumpled silk sheets where Tony’s left leg was only a few centimeters from his right. So close he could feel the warmth of it. He was in Anthony Stark’s bed under Anthony Stark’s covers with Anthony Stark sitting next to him reading the latest edition of Engineers Monthly like this was the most normal thing in the world. A word slipped from Steve’s lips that he never would have uttered had he had all his faculties about him. “Mr. Rogers,” Tony tutted, mock-affronted. “Language.” They really would never let him live that down. “Tony…what…how…I mean…” Steve was shirtless, but he could feel that he still had a pair of lounge pants on at least. Tony had one of his black tank tops on, but the serum unfortunately hadn’t blessed Steve with X-ray vision and he couldn’t see what kind of bottoms he was wearing. If he was wearing any at all. “Use your words, junior.” Tony was obviously amused, but Steve felt far from laughter. “I…last night.” Steve ran a hand through his hair and Tony followed the movement with dark eyes.

He found that the events of last night were a blur, some parts actually altogether missing. Blank space. The last thing he remembered was laughing on the couch with Thor and feeling…very happy. Tony leaned in, quickly, startling him. He was studying Steve’s face. “Last night, buttercup?” His voice was low and smooth like the soft sheets they were laying on, and Steve’s blood had begun to feel very hot. Steve shook his head, trying to shake some memories free. Nothing doing. He cleared his throat. “Last night,” he said, very deliberately. “We didn’t…” There was a flicker of Tony’s tongue past his lips, which got Steve to feeling very uncomfortable not being able to remember the events of the previous night and had him falling backwards off the bed, landing with a thud on the hard floor. Another rustling and Tony got to his feet just as Steve did, flung the magazine aside and sniffed as he sauntered to the long dresser against the opposite wall. “FRIDAY, dim windows to 40%.” Immediately there was less sunlight in the room and Steve could think a little more clearly. He let his hand rest against the nearest night stand and closed his eyes. He saw that Tony was at least wearing boxers, which made him feel a little better. Even if they did have tiny pink hearts all over them. “No, we didn’t, Steve.” Tony’s voice hurt his head, as did the clinking that came after. He opened his eyes to see that Tony was hitting a mini-bar he evidently kept in a hidden compartment inside the dresser. It couldn’t have been later than 10 in the morning, but Steve kept his mouth shut as Tony poured what looked like half a bottle of Vermouth into a tall glass. “But it’s nice to know how repulsive you think the idea is. Noted.” “What?” Steve looked at Tony like he had three heads. Which wasn’t too far off — his vision had started to blur and his head began to pound even harder than before. “I don’t think it’s re—" “You got drunk, Steve.” Steve started to shake his head, but stopped. Now he really was in pain. It felt like someone was drilling a hole between his eyes. “That’s not possible.” “Apparently it is when you down six pints of Thor’s specialty Asgard mead.” He had to sit down, which he wound up doing on the edge of Tony’s bed, facing away from the other man. “God.” “So,” Tony went on, ignoring him in between swigs of his drink. Steve could hear him pacing on the other side of the room and the sound alone made him nauseous. “You nearly passed out and what was I supposed to do? Let Captain America sleep on my couch? I’m not a complete douche…don’t say a word.” “God,” Steve repeated, this time because he felt he might actually vomit. The soft padding of feet traversed the bed and stopped in front of him. “Here.” Steve was just able to look up from where his head was pillowed in one hand to see Tony extending the drink toward him. “It’s like a Bloody Mary, just…more hardcore.” Steve could only stare. Tony rolled his eyes. “It’ll make you feel better.” “In that case…” Steve took the glass, fingers brushing Tony’s. He tried to keep himself from blushing as he downed the whole thing in one go, grimacing and swiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. “Jesus.” Tony was still standing in front of him, just watching. “Y’know…” Steve sniffled, leaned over to set the empty glass on the night stand. “I was telling the truth. I don’t find the idea of…that…with you...repulsive.” “FRIDAY, dim the windows to 20%.” Finally Steve could look Tony directly in the eye without his head feeling ready to explode. “Then why all the fuss?” Tony asked with a shrug. “I really thought you were about to yak there for a second. All over my expensive bedspread, too.” “I was,” Steve laughed, and felt another bout of nausea hit him. He grimaced, threw an arm over his middle and doubled over. Tony’s hand came to brace itself on his shoulder, and a warmth shot through him as they touched. He continued, “Just because I drank too much. Not because…of that.” Tony said nothing, either because he didn’t know what to say — which was unlikely; Tony Stark always knew exactly what to say — or because he wanted Steve to go on. So he did. “I just…I’ve never been this sick, I don’t think. I mean, other than when I was a kid. I was sick all the time, then. I also…I was scared. That we’d done something…special.” His face was so red right now, he just knew it. “And that I wouldn’t remember it.” “...so what you’re saying is, you’d fuck me.” Steve gagged and Tony laughed as he tried to keep the contents of his stomach down. “Jesus, Tony.” Steve could hardly keep eye contact with the guy, though he tried as hard as he could. “Yeah, I’d…I’d fuck you.” The word felt sloppy and heavy in his mouth. Tony didn’t seem to mind. “Right now?” He asked, and pushed Steve back a little with the hand still on his shoulder, made to climb over him in a kind of straddle until Steve pushed back with his palms awkward on Tony’s bare thighs. “Uh…” Now his face felt like it was on fire. “I…no? I mean, yeah! Yes. But no. Not now. If I so much as breathe right now I’m gonna throw up.” Almost right on cue, Vision called up the stairs, “Breakfast is ready, Mr. Stark.” “So…” Tony made no move to leave the compromising position he was in. “After breakfast?” “We’ll see.”

#this has been in my mind forever so i wanted to write it #mostly to showcase my writing on this blog #marvel #stony #stevextony #tony x steve #steve rogers #tony stark #avengers #iron man #captain america

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wormwoodwine · 1 year ago

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Fanfiction prompt: Vermouth being Shuichi Akai’s stepmom.

After the collapse of the organization, Vermouth marries Mary and becomes Shuichi Akai’s stepmother.

I would love to see how the reunion dinner goes. Please comment if you do write. I’ve run out of fanfics to read.

Vermouth: You know your son broke my ribs.

Mary: You deserved it.

Vermouth: I’ll play nice with the kids.

Mary: On your best behavior.

Vermouth smirked: Yes, ma’am.

#vermouth #mary sera #fanfic prompt #mary sera x vermouth #vermouth x mary #mary/vermouth #dcmk fanfic #post canon #meitantei conan #detective conan #dcmk

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barinacraft · 4 years ago

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Cocktail & Drink Names That Start With ‘Q’

Index of Drinks by starting letter → A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P ��Q R S T U V W X Y Z

Alphabetical List of Drinks Beginning with Letter ‘Q’

- Q -

Quaker's Cocktail

brandy, rum, lemon juice, raspberry syrup

Quarantine

light rum, dry gin, French vermouth, orange juice, lemon juice, simple syrup, egg white

Quarterback

green chartreuse, orange liqueur, milk or half & half, orange twist

Quarterback Sack Shot

gin, vodka, orange liqueur, bloody mary mix, tonic water

Quatre Pavés Special

gin, Grand Marnier Cordon Rouge orange-flavored liqueur, lemon juice, OJ

Queen's Cousin

vodka, Cognac liqueur, lime juice, triple sec orange liqueur, Champagne or sparkling wine, aromatic bitters

Quelle Vie

brandy, kümmel

Quencher Drink

Cognac, lemon juice, bar sugar, whole egg, ginger ale

Quintet Punch

brandy, dark rum, white wine, lemon juice, orange juice

Note: This compilation is a continuously updated list of mostly mixed drinks and cocktails that begin with the letter 'q' plus their recipe ingredients. However, this directory, in general, also includes a range of other beverages as well. Quagmire is the color of the alphabet used in the capital letter of the illuminated initial ‘Q’ for this drinks index subcategory header image shown above.

#Cocktails #drinks #Punch #Shots #mocktail

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purplehairedhero · 7 years ago

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A Fen/Femhawke Baby Fic List

A Fenris/FemHawke family/pregnancy/baby fic lists. Still a WIP. Only criteria is that it is FemHawke/Fenris, and it can’t be sad/depressing (I’m looking at you “Here Lies the Abyss” fics). Send me recs! Edit: 10/19/17 New stories added, Natural by Cannibal Kats and several at the bottom.

“Hiding, Not Quite Hidden” by Brosca-Pride. Hawke and Fenris, together forever, even if it means hiding themselves and children from everything.

“Was it Worth it:?” by CannibalKats. Just a short piece about Fenris and Dahl Hawke during Inquisition. Bonus Papa Fenris.

“Take Care of Her” by CannibalKats. Anders, Hawke, and Fenris are the only members of the Kirkwall crew still on the run. Fenris catches Anders leaving in the middle of the night and promises not to let Hawke follow.

“Natural” by CannibalKats. A short bit of fluff. The birth of Fenris and Dahl's first child. While not graphic childbirth is described from Fenris' pov.

“Wander Wild and Far.” by Spirrum. After Adamant Hawke leaves for Weisshaupt as planned, but finds instead an entirely different adventure, a stray Fereldan Queen, a dragon, and that being pregnant wile the world is ending is not all that it’s cracked up to be.

“So Much Hinges on a Maybe.” by Spirrum. Hawke and Fenris, and trying to get pregnant.

“Frostling” by Spirrum.You can grow to love a great many things.

“Smaller Flames.” by Spirrum. Their youngest discovers her magic, in true Hawke fashion. With an explosion

Broody Porcupine Snapshot Series by TheFlamingNymph. An AO3 collection.

“Little Monster” by TheFlamingNymph. Hawke just wants a nap. Just one.

Fenris and Hawke’s Family Series by SassyOrlesian. An AO3 collection.

“What I was made for” by MiaCousland. Hawke and Fenris’ child is brought into the world.

“Steal and Shadow” by MiaCousland. Hawke has to find her way throught the Frostback Mountains to answer a letter that has been sent by an old friend from Kirkwall. Note: Haven’t read this one personally yet.

“The Elf and the Babe” by Gaqalesqua. Fenris, romanced by a female Hawke, turns up at Skyhold wearing a baby sling with a baby in it. Trevelyan investigates.

“The Life We’ve Wrought” by ClockWorkSymmetry. Hawke x Fenris is adorable.

Wil and Cro Hawke Series by NovemberOcean (TwilightHawke). An AO3 collection.

“A Change in Principles” by K4t3yk4t. He hadn’t expected things to end up like this. Of course, there had been signs, and of course, they’d planned for it, but he had never expected anything like this to happen. Not to him. He feels rooted; an immobilization worse than any command had ever caused, worse than seeing Hawke nearly die, worse, so much worse. And yet...

“Ardently” by Uniqueinalltheworld.When Marian Hawke decided to leave her children with responsible adults before helping the inquisition, she had counted on being able to find one somewhere. Unfortunately, it seems like Anders and Fenris will have to do.

“Dawn” by Alistairweekend. “Mm...your kid before five in the morning.”

“Hawkquisition Series & other Stories” by Rannadylin. Most of her work has a baby or pregnancy existing somewhere. Special mention goes to Sapling.

Misadventures of Mari Hawke Series by Wintryone. An AO3 collection.

“A Different Kind of Magic” by sevanderslice. Fenris’s thoughts after the birth of his children.

“Finally together, Birds of a Feather, part 1″ by Hatsepsut. Fenris and Hawke are together after three years, and their relationship evolves. Moving in together, falling even deeper in love, going through the paces that are life, having a family, while the world crashes around their ears.

“Come Back to Me.” by Hatsepsut. Fenris leaves he City of Chains after the night he spends with Hawke; heavy words had been exchanged and everything between them looked hopeless. Eleven months later, he is back, determined to win the affection of the woman he can't forget again. But she seems to have a secret...

“On Waking” by loquaciousquark. Years after the events of Act III, Hawke and Fenris’s six-year-old daughter tries to figure out her mother’s past, her place in the tiny town of Wilhaven, and why her father never wakes up. AUTHORS SEAL OF APPROVAL.

“No Labor Like Love” by loquaciousquark. Hawke is pregnant. Fenris copes as best he can; everyone else laughs from a distance. A series of unconnected vignettes spanning the pregnancy of a Champion. AUTHORS SEAL OF APPROVAL. The quintessential pregnancy/family fic.

“Given Respite” by loquaciousquark. Dorian meets Fenris. An interlude set after “Here Lies The Abyss.” Same universe as On Waking? AUTHORS SEAL OF APPROVAL. Honestly anything written by loquacious is amazing but this is a BABY fic list but seriously do yourself a favor and devour their work. Has a “sequel” written by Jade_Sabre called “Memorare” but not very related to this list either.

“A Deafening Sound” by loquaciousquark. Fenris and his newborn daughter.

“Whats that Holiday fic” by loquaciousquark. Carver meets his newborn nephew. This. THIS. This is the story I started this list looking for. I knew I wasn’t crazy! But on tumblr of all places???

“More Beach fic” by loquaciousquark. The fam is at the beach.

“I Mourn your Absence.” by loquaciousquark. Fenris and Leda go after Hawke.

“In Retrospect, a chicken was a bad choice.” by jadesabre301. The title says it all. Features laquaciousquark’s Leda Hawke.

“Always Safe with Us.” by Tadeusz. Hawke thought raising a baby with a trio of parents would be easier than with just two. That’s hilarious, Hawke. Totally cute that you think that. All it does is create more confusion about who has to get up when that baby cries at night.

“Hands and Feet” by Toffle. The revelation does not come in ice, or fire. It comes only with a gentle touch.

“Celebration” by Scurvaliciousbay. Fenris wakes up to Katra making a cake for their daughter’s first birthday. “Three Words” is a sequel. Fenris is putting his daughter to bed when she says something unexpected.

“New Beginnings” by onemooncircles. Heading home after concluding his business with the Inquisition, Varric pays a visit to some friends he has lied through his teeth to protect.

“The Wolf Within” by Ivy_Adair. Five years after Fenris left Marian Hawke behind in Kirkwall, he returns to discover that some things never change but others, like the addition of a little girl with black hair and green eyes, change completely. He mush come full circle to realize that he isn’t his past and that the wolf within him won’t be his future. A modern!AU.

“Medela” by mahuika. It surprises him, as it always has, how resilient a heart can be when he’s so used to seeing them ripped out and half-beating in his hand. Or, Varania is invited to meet her niece. AUTHORS SEAL OF APPROVAL.

“Exhale” by Chalahandra. Rhonwen gurgles, pushing herself up from the quilt. It’s a sunny day, with birds chirping and people talking quietly - and for the first time in a very long time, Fenris lets himself smile.

“A Cold Winter Day.” by Pinkwebby. Hawke has been pregnant for nine months, and she is ready to give birth to this child. Is she really ready to have a kid though?

“Playing in the Rain” by servantofclio. Hawke watches her partner and children in the rain. Has sequal “A Reunion and a Reckoning.” Fenris catches up to Hawke at Skyhold.

Dragon Age: Generations Series by DancingMantis. Roots and Wings more relevant to list.

“She Came Back.” by LittleWritings. Fenris finds Hawke at Weishaupt. Its a little rough but different than most.

While you were Sleeping Series by hollandmarie. VERY CUTE.

“The Hawke Child.” by CaptainStornChaser. "Am I the father?" He asked her, standing from where he had been waiting for her inside the entrance hall of her estate, reminiscent of the night the child may very well have been conceived.Marian merely stared at him evenly for a few moments. "You should go home, Fenris."

“What If.” by RaddishRodya. Hawke and Fenris have a discussion about what would happen if they had children. Also, Fenris learns how to play dictionary tag.

“Hesitations” by wiltedartist. Dehlian Hawke knows one thing and thing only: She has no idea as to how she will inform Fenris he will be a father. Sequel “The Empty Thirst.” How strange, he realized to himself, that he never knew just how much he needed one thing. Control. Fenris!F!Hawke, pregnant sex and dominant Fenris

“Mama Bird” by sparkyarcher. Elia comes home to a suspiciously quiet estate. Adorableness ensues.

“Another Heart” by aryadeschain.One sleepless night turned out to present Fenris a pleasant surprise.

“For What it’s Worth” by Nyessa. Years after Isabela runs away from Kirkwall with the Tome of Koslun, Imogen Hawke catches up to her in Denerim to settle some unfinished business.

“Dragon Age Prompts” by Jawbones. Chap. 4 “Lullaby” "The way you said 'I love you': Not said to me" Might be more in series.

“A Hawkling Tale.” by Sportsoma. Hawke surely does, and there's a little memento in case she wants to forget. However, being a mage and fearing the Chantry will take her expected bundle of joy, Hawke flees Kirkwall. Also a series sharing same name.

“Under the Skin.” by Lavender_Seaglass. After all that she's been through, Hawke doesn't plan on going anywhere else, let alone leaving him behind. This is, however, not something she's sure how to face. Doing things is easy; it's the regrets that kill you.

“Unplanned Consequences.” by Dragondreads. When Hawke finds herself in the awkward position of being pregnant after the only night of passion she found with Fenris, she turns to her friend Varric for help

“Sweet Vermouth” by AngelicSentinel. Fenris would do anything for Hawke—Even conquer the Fade itself.

“I remain at your side.” by Lourdes23. When Kirkwall fell so did its Champion. Changed by betrayal, hunted and outcast, Hawke must find the strength to rise up once more in defense of a world gone mad. Yet humans can only withstand so much before desperation drives them beyond reason. When she's at her breaking point, and the weight of her duties seems too much to bear, who will stand with her and share the burden?Who will champion the Champion?

“New Beginnings.” by Jessica Pendragon. He has dealt in death for so long and now only wants to hold life in his hands.

“Find Your Own Way Back Home.” by locketofyourhair. These books are slim, without names on the covers, and when he opens one, he can see that some of the pages are blank. Others are covered with small handwriting that he knows well, and it feels like a blow to see it again. They are journals; they are Hawke’s journals.He reads them as he finds himself adrift without her.

“Of Sausages and Surprises.” by RedIn. It was one of those evenings when her mother tried to make a noble fragile flower of her. She invited Comtesse Berauear and her two cocky daughters; Lizzeta and Pavetta. It was meant to be a boring, annoying evening or so Hawke thought.Sandal was the last person who she thought would interrupt the boredom of their well-mannered Hightown style party.

“Foxes on the Run” by ms45. Hawke gives birth whilst on the run from the Chantry.

“Milk” by Persephone. Hawke/LI - Lactating. Smut.

“Only You.” by kellbelle. This is a story of Hawke fleeing Kirkwall alone, having never romanced anyone and believing the man she loves could never love her back.

“Isabela and the Dread Pirate Captain Hook” by Dakoyone. Isabela tells a story from her grand pirating adventure days to the littlest Hawkes. No actual mention of Fenris but all her other stories are Fenhawke and there is a father so...

“That Which is Lost” by Niamh_St_George. A decade after the events in Kirkwall, Amelle Hawke and Fenris have made a quiet life for themselves. But when their idyll is shattered, Fenris discovers that while men are dealt with easily enough, it is once again magic standing poised to take everything away.

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Arplis - News: 2020-04-26

As we all watch this incredible scenario play out, it’s safe to say that no one can really believe the far-reaching effects of this pandemic. Loss of life and livelihood are everywhere. It’s up to all of us to help stop the spread of Covid-19. People like those in the healthcare industry are doing an incredible job, putting themselves in harm’s way to help others. My sister is one of those. She is an endoscopy specialist in London usually away from the main part of the hospital. But she is now working as a general nurse with people suffering with Covid-19. Her courage – and the courage of others like her – deserves all of our respect… and whatever we can all do to help control the spread of this disease honours their bravery. For us, Christina and I have decided to self-isolate. We have elderly and at-risk friends and family, and the thought of passing this terrible illness on to them horrifies us. Remaining isolated and continuing to tell stories and (hopefully) entertain is what we can do to help the situation. So here’s what we’ve been up to in our isolation. And if you’re also on lock-down, we’ve got some tips on how to make the most of your isolation. Stay safe, keep dreaming of distant lands… and keep washing your hands! Cheers – Jim & Christina x The hardest thing about isolating is staying indoors a lot, especially when the day’s as pretty as this. But isolation doesn’t mean you have to live like a hermit. As long as you’re careful, avoid any close contact and choose places that aren’t busy when you go out, you should be ok. The worst part of this virus isn’t that you might catch it; it’s that you might pass it on without knowing. That’s the part that scares us. Christina and I are lucky that we have this beautiful garden at our disposal. After a long day of being cooped up inside, we’re enjoying a delicious glass of vino and a few games of backgammon. If you have a favourite board game (not Monopoly), now’s the chance to bring it out. It looks like Christina and I won’t be travelling again any time soon, so we’re doing some of the things that we’ve wanted to do but haven’t been home long enough to finish. My chilli plants have started pumping out crops and crops of fruit, so I’m drying them to make chilli oil. It’s very easy – find a sunny window and just hang the chillies up by their stems. I’ve used a length of picture wire. They take between three days to a week to dry completely. Then you chop them up and put them in a jar of oil. After a week or so, you should have a tasty spicy dressing. Tonight, I’ve cooked up an Indian curry for dinner. Just melting a blob of butter into the saag tarka dhal with my blowtorch. Nothing like a bit of food theatre! One thing we’ve changed that’s made a big difference to our days in isolation is we’re eating up to the dinner table more. Rather than eating on the sofa in front of the TV, this change of scenery helps with the tedium of being stuck at home. We’ve also started a new thing where we put on music that represents the food of the country. Spotify has playlists specifically for international food! Tonight is obviously Indian music, but other nights we’ve played Italian classics (That’s Amore!) for our risotto and French cafe style tunes to go with our cheese plates. It’s fun and a way to travel without leaving the house. I love getting into the kitchen and this isolation is creating the perfect opportunity. Christina’s about to tuck into one of my signature sausage rolls for lunch. These are super easy by the way. Frozen pre-rolled puff pastry sheets and sausages with the skins removed. Lay the sausage meat on the pastry, roll it up and seal it and whack it in the oven (180ºC for about 15 minutes). Before you cook them, these freeze really well too by the way. Cook them from frozen at 160°C for about 25 minutes or until the pastry is golden brown. It’s important to keep doing the things you normally do – especially those that make you happy. Thankfully we have plenty of gin, dry vermouth and olives in the house at the moment for martini o’ clock! Back in the kitchen, I’m baking my weekly loaf of bread. You can use regular flour but strong bread flour is better. Then you can add all the seeds and things in as you go. If you’re interested, I’ll be sharing my recipe and method for baking bread later this week – though if you’re thinking of baking your own, best start hunting for baker’s yeast now – there seems to be a shortage for some weird reason. If there’s one thing I am genuinely happy about it’s my wine club subscription to Cupitt Estate. These guys – with their beautiful cellar door in Ulladulla, NSW – make superb wine and are still sending out their top picks. This is a great way to keep your wine stash topped up and also to help local producers. If you have a favourite winery, why not look into whether they have a club you can join or if they’re still delivering? Tonight, we’re enjoying a bit of cheese with one of our new wines from Cupitt’s – the Slaughterhouse Red – a Shiraz Cabernet blend – while we finish this surreal miniseries on Netflix. If you’re looking for a really weird show to watch, check out the Tiger King. Travel tips for self-isolation So much of travel and our motivation to see the world is based on creating memories, so why not tap into those memories you’ve already made and revisit some of the incredible places you’ve been to? Whether that’s just looking through old travel photos – or even making them into an album you can have pop up on your TV when it goes on standby, or making a dish that you ate while you we were away (like the taralli from Puglia we made at home) or music that reminds of that time you were away. Here are some other clever ways we’ve found to travel without leaving your house. Visit virtual Chicago Our friends from Choose Chicago tourism board sent an amazing list of things you can see and do just with the aid of wifi. Click here to download the pdf and sit back to explore the Windy City! You can take an architectural tour of Frank Lloyd Wright’s home, visit the beautiful Art Institute of Chicago, go into the Adler Planetarium, peer into the wildlife of the city’s zoos and aquariums, learn recipes from Chicago’s finest chefs, and even hook into the world-renown music scene here all through the click of a hyperlink. Cook along with Thai chefs and eat like you’re back in Chiang Mai The Thai tourism board – Hug Thailand – is working with Chat Thai, an excellent Thai restaurant in Sydney running live-stream cooking classes on Facebook! Every Friday at 4pm, check out what the kitchen is cooking. This really reminds me of when we had a cooking lesson in Bangkok recently – the most fun we’ve had on the road! You also get the recipe and can watch the lesson in your own time! Get help with that novel you’ve been thinking about They say there’s a book in everyone, the only problem is never having the time to get it started. Well, you’re at home now, so why not try your hand? If you’re not sure about where to start, how to get the middle going or what you do to finish, you should check out the online lessons from the Australian Writers’ Centre. I did a course for feature writers years ago with these guys and it was brilliant. I’m sure their fiction-writing course is just as good. If you can’t go to the places of your dreams, perhaps you can create them. The AWC also does a course on content creation, which is just about the smoothest segway to my last idea… Start your own blog! One of the main reasons we started Mr & Mrs was so that we could google our own lives! Having a searchable resource online of what you’ve done stops the frustration of trying to remember what you did at Christmas last year. It also started out as a creative outlet for me and a place for Christina to put her beautiful photos. From that, I’ve turned this into my full-time job and Christina – as well as Hair Romance now runs Photography Romance with her sister Mary. There are so many more reasons to start your own blog too, and if that’s something that interests you, check out our post on how to start your own blog here. It explains the basics of starting up and has advice about hosting (use our special link to BlueHost here), platforms and domains and platforms. We hope you’ve enjoyed this Weekly Edition and that you’re safe and well. Keep your chin up and let’s hope we’ll all be free again soon! Cheers – Jim & Christina xx The post Travel without moving – an isolated lifestyle appeared first on Mr and Mrs Romance. #WeeklyEdition #Isolation #Lifestyle #Travel #InstagramDiary

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Don’t Restock Your Liquor Cabinet Right Now — Drink It Down

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The time for that “special occasion“ whiskey is now

This post originally appeared in the April 13, 2020 edition of The Move, a place for Eater’s editors to reveal their recommendations and pro dining tips — sometimes thoughtful, sometimes weird, but always someone’s go-to move. Subscribe now.

We’re out of rye. We’re out of bourbon. We’re out of rum. Red wine supplies are dipping dangerously low, not to mention vermouths. And I’m pretty sure the only beer we have in the house is left over from my husband’s last beer-league hockey game. But I’m not leaving the house to go to the liquor store anytime soon. It’s time to do something about that overstocked liquor cabinet my husband and I have been haphazardly contributing to over the past decade or so.

You know the bottles I’m talking about. The ones you bought for overly ambitious cocktails that you’ve made a total of twice. Green chartreuse. Yellow chartreuse. Luxardo maraschino liqueur. Benedictine. There are also the liquors that were trendy several years ago but have since settled toward the back of the cabinet. Domaine de Canton. St. Germain. X-Rated liqueur from a late-aughts bachelorette party. The bottles that were souvenirs or gifts: that ouzo your sister bought back from Greece; that Thai whiskey your friend brought back from Nepal (okay, maybe that one’s just me).

During quarantine, my move has been to embrace these bottles. Drinking through these more unusual spirits, instead of leaning toward your default classic cocktails or highballs, can take creativity; or, alternately, an appreciation for something a little simpler. If you decide to take this route, you can turn it into an opportunity to build community while everyone’s physically apart. I asked for suggestions in a cocktail-related Facebook group for yellow chartreuse applications, and it was fun to hear what others had in mind: I ended up making the Naked and Famous one night, and am eying the Laphroaig Project for another (I don’t own peach bitters, so I’ll have to improvise there). A group of friends and I plan to do a Zoom happy hour with the theme of “Liquor Cabinet Cobwebs” — people who attend are encouraged to bring a cocktail or cordial made with those underused ingredients.

I get a certain sense of resourcefulness, a pride in lack of wastefulness, from this approach. Without the ingredients for margaritas on hand, I can usually muster a riff on a Paloma with one of the mezcals I brought back from Oaxaca a couple of years ago, plus some leftover grapefruit soda from a party. We’ve thrown fancy amaro or Applejack into Manhattans instead of rye or vermouth. We’ve made a lot of basic sours and Scotch and sodas with the more unusual whiskeys in our cabinet. And I’ve been spiking my seltzer water with any random bottle of bitters I’ve come across (tip: grapefruit’s better than black walnut here).

I’m thinking of all this as a festive way to Marie Kondo our liquor cabinet. If there are bottles that remain untouched after this period of isolation, maybe it’s time to say goodbye to them for good. I’m hoping we’ll emerge from these next few months with not only a pared-down liquor cabinet, but many opportunities to revisit the memories that led to this collection of bottles. We may not be able to travel to Scotland right now, but we can at least reflect on the days we spent touring Islay when we dip into that whisky. I can think fondly of my in-laws as I sip the fancy Scotch they bought us for Christmas a few years back, or reminisce about my many trips to Pittsburgh with my sister as we break into our several bottles of Wigle products, from barrel-aged gin to rye finished in mezcal casks.

Do you have a bottle that you’ve been saving for a special occasion, whether it be a particularly old Scotch or a pricier-than-it-needs-to-be Japanese whisky? I’d say that being stuck inside for months probably qualifies as a special occasion. Drink it now, before it starts gathering (even more) dust.

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