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queengiuliettafirstlady · 3 months ago

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Lovely perfumes and naughty deeds in the villa

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Napoleon x MO (Lesser vampire)

Part of : Sexy Ikemen Summer hosted by @xxsycamore

Prompt : 1. Your rich friend's summer villa

Tag: Established relationship PIV Creampie Scent kink Biting kink Smut Minors DNI!!

Word Count : 3.733

Author’s Note: A vacation on an island is the right occasion to turn a simple holiday in so much more, deepening the bond of the two lovebirds as they give in to their love. 🥰

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Summer has arrived at least stronger than ever, the heat wave a mighty lion engulfing the country in an indolent lifestyle that, though relaxed, not everyone in the mansion appreciated.

Napoleon was one of them, running around the halls ordering things he only saw to be messy, while his little students enjoyed a well deserved vacation from their studies.

“It reached my ear that this summer was indeed being too hot for you to bear, is it ?”

As he spoke, Comte sent a glance to Julia who sat slumped on Jean’s chest on a sofa hidden under the tree’s thick foliage, he smiled at the sight of her nephew’s chartreuse eyes glimmering with happiness at the news she foresaw coming from him.

“But I have an idea.”

The spark in his amber gaze didn’t go unnoticed to the residents gathered in the garden, shocking even the usually stoic Sebastian who was holding a parasol over their head.

“I think we all could enjoy a vacation on our own. I will cover all the expenses you just have to pick a destination of your choice and let your fate in my hands.”

Needless to say no one thought twice about his offer, and so baggages in hand everyone adventured themselves in their own journey.

“I am so excited we have picked the same palace to go on vacation in.”

Julia’s shrill voice seemed to shake the whole train wagon awake as she looked at her friend, whose hazelnut eyes glimmered in the dimlit out wagon with a smile that didn't fail to outshone the sun itself since they found each other at the train station barely a few hours ago.

“I am too. I can’t wait to see all Corsica has to offer and let’s say I adore the idea of staying at your uncle’s villa.”

“I bet he has mansions all around the world.”

“Well he seem he come up with a good idea for once.”

Jean’s voice made her laugh softly as she playfully slapped his chest looking up at him as he stroked fondly her cheek with his thumb.

“Come on, you know he wouldn’t let an occasion to spoil us pass him by.”

“To spoil you.”

“And you too.”

Playfully she brushed her nose against his, oblivious to the curious glances of the train’s passengers … and even those of their friends sat in front of them.

Napoleon’s cough did nothing to separate them and so he resumed his chat with his lover, whose chocolate locks fall like a voluptuous cascade around her shoulder in the noon’s sun shining through the windows.

“I am really happy you have picked this destination. It is a lot to me.”

“I know, that’s why I picked it.”

Between carefree laughs and idle chats the travel went on, it was long but no one of them mind given the pleasant company and even the beautiful scenery of the countries the train passed through.

At least they landed in the isle of Corsica.

It was a sight to behold, mountains, valley and cascades all took her attention in turn as the seagulls shrieked fling high above the water from where they came from, accompanying the boat in its travel as the peculiar group decided to retire for the night in the mediterranean style villa secluded in an hidden corner of the isle surrounded by a luscious greenery to grant as much privacy as possible from the outside world.

Napoleon remembered that island well, memories of distant past overlapping with most recent ones, but along lights there came shadows, demons swirled in his mind immediately brushed away from the warmth of her hand taking his.

They were two against the world and he had all the intention to make her the happiest girl on earth as she made him.

Every season had his peculiar scents, and sights worth of painting he never got tired to admire yet nothing could compare to his lover’s beauty.

She was really a sight to behold, he never could get tired to admire in all her glory every time of the day, smiling at the sight of her chocolaty irises flashing scarlet with lust when they were in bed, cherishing any moment and giving himself over to her, revelling in the little prickle of her fangs scraped on his skin, quenching her thirst with him while groans of pleasure fled from his lips.

He enjoyed even submission taking pleasure as she rode him out all through the night, using him for her own pleasure, letting him lead only at the break of dawn for an intense session that would have made her sore the next day but she didn’t mind, not at all.

Her voice, a melody to his ear, hearty laugh or easy talks it was a song he never got tired to listen to, like the sensation of her hand engulfed in his, as they strolled side by side through Paris, making shopping or sightseeing the stores’ windows basking in the busy atmosphere of the city, it felt natural as a second nature like the love he hold for her has become to him.

To think of the day he would have been this happy, sharing that simple life he always yearned for, was a gift he couldn't believe to be so lucky to have, loving her like he had never loved before, thinking that maybe his arrival at the mansion had a purpose after all, to meet and feel in love with that peculiar girl who had enough courage to stick up to him, becoming a vampire just to be at his side.

His heart swelled with affection at her thoughtful act, ready to support and love her so much she wouldn’t have been able to regret her choice because he wouldn’t have given her any reason for it.

The sun was shining high, bathing everything in sight in its tepid warmth, the laundry billowing in the wind seemed to dance for an imaginary audience following the chirping melody of the birds hidden among the foliage of the trees.

It was such a nice day she spent all morning running out and about in the villa’s gardens going to the extra miles to spend as much time as possible basking in the tepid air of the summer ocasinaly refreshed by the salty breeze brushing in the garden, whispering about adventures the island had to offer, with prompt she collected fruits from the trees thinking already of the delicious meal she would have prepared, picturing the smiling on his lover face enough to make her heart race furiously in her chest, a rosy blush arised to her cheeks hidden by the huge stack of laundry neatly folded in the basket she was taking inside.

The moment his loverp stepped in the hall he senses her presence, it wasn't just the habit of her soft voice singing to herself that awoke him rather it was something else he couldn’t point out, and then just when he was to give up, mindlessly walking down the staircase to greet her suddenly it invaded his nostrils.

The sweet aroma of peach melted with the fresh scent of bergamot, harmoniously mixed with jasmine and sandalwood, her perfume the same he would have recognized among thousands exactly like standing out like a colorful flower in the dull monotony his life had been up until their meeting.

She placed the basket in the little storehouse before walking toward the kitchen, he followed his movements stealthy in a way he hoped she couldn't hear him, proud of himself for his idea, he followed his plan smirking at the little yelp escaping her rosy lips as he hugged her from behind.

“Leone!”

“You didn’t expect me, mia piccola principessa ?”

“You can say. I thought you were sparring with Jean.”

“I was but then his wife came in and … well he remembered he had to help her with reordering their luggages.”

“Do you really think Julia needed his help for that ?”

“Not at all.”

“Why do I have the sensation there is something naughty going on ?”

“Because you have a good instinct. They were only walking hand in hand through the corridor but it was clear as the day how much they loved one another, trust me with the accomplice's glances they shared I am more than sure you are right as ever.”

He nuzzled in her neck, letting her sweet scent invade his nostrils, driving him mad a sensation he experienced only with bloodlust but totally different, here he felt the need to lick and suck on her skin not to draw blood but to sign her fair skin with rosy love bites, visible proof of his unyielding affection.

“Ahhh … Leone, what are you doing ? It’s still morning.”

“I know.”

His voice huskier than what he normally was as he tightened his arms around her, pushing his body against her betraying a need that wasn’t there before.

A desire he wishes to satisfy only with her alone.

That thought put disarray in her as she yielded, as she always did, to that uncontainable passion that linked their hearts together.

“I love your perfume.”

His lips nibbled on the soft skin of her shoulder, before trailing the tip of his tongue from her neck to her earlobe, brushing an earring of hers with his nose.

It was a gift of his for their anniversary and the idea she wore it ever since, thinking each day of him, never failed to make his heart beat a little faster in his chest, filled with a warm love he never believed he could have experienced,

“You naughty boy, we aren't alone in the house, you know ?”

“If you can still think of something else then I am not doing a good job.”

He scraped his fangs on the side of her neck, taking her flesh between his teeth sucking on it, careful to not pierce her skin.

“Ahhhh Leone … please-”

“Please what, my little ?”

“Please … ahhh … don’t tease me like that.”

“I am not teasing you at all … mia piccola principessa.”

He murmured sultrily in her ear taking in the view of the blissful smile curling her lips while a dreamy sigh escaped her lips.

“You seem to be so clingy today Mon Roi.”

He chuckled at the title, while his arms tightened around her torso.

“I can’t help it. I like way too much keeping you close Ma Reine. You're so warm.”

He nuzzled his nose in the crook of her neck, revelling in the little yelp of surprises tumbling out her soft lips.

“Your perfume is amazing I think I am going crazy for you all over again

She arched her neck offering it to him moaning as his fangs pierced her skin, a wave of pleasure ran straight down her core, the way she rolled her butt against his, brushing over his crotch, driving him mad, robbing a groan from his throat.

As payback he pushed back earning a sinfully moan form her luscious lips as his hands begin to roam on her body, his fingers doing a quick job of her dress’s buttons sliding it off her shoulder enough to cup her breast from above her chemise, groaning as he rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger hardening under him as he generously gifted her other nipple alike, while the warm touch of his fingers crawling under her light undergarment leave a trail of fire in his caress.

Slowly he pulled away licking her wound clean before offering his arm up to her, her bright rose eyes flashing red with lust as she grabbed his hand with trembling fingers leaning her warm lips on his skin sucking his blood, pure erotism he couldn’t take his eyes away from, groaning at her soft tongue lapping the wound sucking it.

An act of nourishment they both used to their own advantages for naughty sessions of love making ever since she was turned into a lesser vampire, all for him.

“Napo … leone.”

His name enveloped in her melodic voice while his hands palmed down her tights, raising the fabric of her drawers in his trail, trickling his fingers over her supple skin, bending over to him, mewling at his fingers sliding off her drawers enough to give his fingers space to work his magic on her taking his time caressing her labia tickling the soft sensitive skin around her clit before brushing over it. fleeting touch but that was enough to make her yearn for more.

The soft pad of his digit probed at her entrance dwelling a bit longer in the warm space between her folds.

“Leone please.”

A whiny whimper fled from her lips as she desperately pushed her hips against his hand hoping to be enough to make him do something, anything but that slow tease tantalizing her arouse with all the intention to satisfy it … only not any time soon.

“I see my little is impatient today.”

He caressed her butt cheeks playfully slapping it, her core glistened with her wetness seeping onto his fingers, making him even more aroused as the painfully hardened bulge in his pants begged for a release.

Gently he leaned over her, his hand already gripping her hip, up and ready for him as he whispered sultrily brushing his lips on her earlobe.

“Are you ready ?”

“Yes please.”

He lined his cock with her entrance, dipping its tip in her juices, barely resisting the urge to sink in a single thirst and forget the rest for how delicious wet and tight she was.

“Are you sure baby ?”

“Just got at it already Napoleone.”

“It seems I am getting myself in quite a mess aren't I ?”

“You sure would be if you don’t move Napoleone Buonaparte”

A hearty laugh escaped his lips at hearing his full name pronounced by her lips, surely she has gotten bold since they started dating but he was happy to see her so straightforward with her desire, exactly like she has taught him to be.

“Get at it or Ahhhh.”

Her moans coupled with a low guttural grunt as he sheathed fully into her, his fingers tightened on her hips, as he stood still to give her time to adjust to his size.

“Or mia piccola principessa.”

“Or I would anf think of ahhh a revenge.”

“It seems my lover has such a temper.”

“You already know, don't go around ahhh acting all surprised now.”

“I never dream of doing it, piccola mia.”

It was only when she pushed her back against his pelvis eliciting him to move that he did, setting a slow pace, rolling back and forth like a wave of pleasure he yearned to ride alongside her.

The only sound in the cozy kitchen was the melody of moans and grunts filling the air making it even hotter than what already was, refreshed partially from the light breeze coming from outside caring with it the salty scent of sea and the screeching of seagulls chatting freely with the chirping birds flying round the garden in a cascade of colors falling from the luscious greenery.

“You are so good mia dea so ngghh tight and wet all for me.”

“Only for you. Ahhh always for you, Leone.”

Her pink nails clawed helplessly the table doing her best to steady herself amidst the waves of pleasure wrecking over her body, mewling at the way his fingers grip on her waist tightened like the knot in her belly as the light massage of his skilled thumb on her sensitive clit increased speed, helped by her soaked cunt sucking in every so sinfully good his aching cock, mercilessly diving deeper into her at each thrust robbing a wanton moan form her lips as his tip kissed the base of her cervix making her see stars.

His ever skillful fingers though tired to grip her hips begin to roam upward, sliding under her blouse tickling her sensitive skin in their travel.

“Ahhh Napo you are not nghh fair.”

Her words mixed up with her moans turned him on more than he could say, excitement he showed pulling down and then sinking back in a single thrust robbing a wanton moan from her soft lips.

“Who said I ever was nunuche ?”

She scoffed but he knew she wasn’t really mad, but still to make up for his pettiness he nuzzled softly in her neck nibbling on the tender flesh on the crook of her shoulder, erasing any animosity she may have had, and he knew that the payback for that would have been merciless, be it teasing him to the point of madness for a whole day in which she would have then denied him any pleasure.

“I know you love this about me.”

“As this is the only thing I love, mio principe.”

Her tender words taking him off guard, making him falter for a second, moment she took advantage of to push her butt back to him, turning as she could toward him to leave a gentle kiss on his cheek, making him yearn for more he didn’t shied back to take grabbing her face in his hand, freed from her blouse, and smacking his lips on hers, his tongue probing inside ravaging her mouth only to entwine at least with her own.

A kiss they reluctantly broke off a tiny string of saliva still connecting their lips as she crashed her lips on his once more, sweeping him in a passionate tango of pleasure that never failed to fill his heart with love, so bright to outshine even the brightest star and warmer than a thousand suns.

He broke off the kiss leaning his forehead on her back as he regained his breath, feeling her doing the same, pressing his hand gently on her bosom to keep her upper half from slumping once more on the table, sliding off only when her breath returned steady, his naughty fingers taking advantage of her surprise to slide the buttons of her shirt off one by one, feeling her eagerness in the way she arched her back taking his hand in hers only to palace it flat on her bosom eliciting him to play her magic on her once more as he always did never failing to make her feel loved and cherished like only he could.

His digits ever naughty tugged the ribbon of her corset making it come undone enough for him to cup her breast in his capable hand out of her light chemise, pulled downward giving her an air of blissful decadence that fitted the naughty squeaking noise of their coupling as his hips continued to pound into her over and over again, bringing her to the edge with the help of his left thumb mercilessly stroking her sensitive bud only to withdraw as she least expect it, leaving her unsatisfied and eager for more, she didn't shied away from taking it herself covering his hand with her own stoking her clit along his forefinger bringing her to a climax long yearned for.

She slumped on the table curling blissfully on his arm, wrapped around her torso all the while his right fingers went on the prowl on her body, rolling her peaked nippled between his thumb and forefingers smirking as it hardened under his touch, thrusting in and out of her at a light pace enough to make her regain enough energy to give in his ministrations to the fullest.

Ever the tease he decided to mould her other breasts a bit longer than its counterpart, caressing her areola robbing wanton moans from her lips, sending a pang of arousal in his already aching cock stills sheathed in her cunt, the same he yearned to fill with him, signing him with his cum, with his scent, even though he knew that so much jealousy wasn’t necessary now that they were alone on the island he couldn't help himself.

He wanted to sign her for everyone to see and wear the lovebites she gave him with pride, a seal he was hers, signed by the one and only he loved, the same he would have done anything to see smile.

Gently his left forefingers begin to rub circles on her clit, earning a soft mewl as he set a fast pace, all the while his right hand continued to knead at her breasts only to slide down to caress her hips, holding her close all through their copulation, tightening his fingers as he felt her walls close around his shaft in a vice like grip, groaning into her ear as he felt her came all over his dick, coated with her juice as he spilled his cum deeper into her in a single trust, painting her inside white as he rolled back and forth riding through their orgasms.

Bliss washed over her features as she slumped on the table, letting him holding her close to his chest with his right arm, bathing in the light whimper of dissatisfaction as he pulled away, with practised movements he lifted her in his arms, smiling as she nuzzled her head in his shoulder.

“Where are you going Napoleon, it's still morning ?”

“I know but I don’t think I can wait to ravage you, even more because I am sure Jean and Julia are pretty busy already and they sure won’t mind if the meal is ready or not.”

He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, tightening his grip as he started to wander around the immense villa, slowing down his pace only when inside their room.

“So now what do you say to let me continue to enjoy ourselves to our heart’s content?”

“I would say it is a wonderful idea.”

She slumped on the soft sheets of the bed welcoming him with open arms as he hugged her to his chest, looking fondly at her, his eyes full of promise as he stroked the back of his fingers on her cheek, his voice a tender confession warming her whole heart bursting with love.

“I love you so much Mia Regina.”

“I love you too Mio Re.”

Wasting no moment they give in to the temptation, ready to show off their love to one another with only the stars as audience of that peculiar spectacle, affection swimming on their warm gaze, curling their lips in happy, bright smiles.

#sexy ikemen summer #sexy ikemen summer cc #ikemen vampire #orignal character #ikemen vampire napoleon #ikevamp napoleon #ikevamp #my writing

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thiefbird · 7 months ago

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Despite all my better judgement, I appear to be into Boat Media. Having thoroughly enjoyed Temeraire and Aubrey-Maturin, I am now looking to broaden my horizons. Do have any recommendations for further reading?

I do!

I don't think CS Forester has quite the same voice as an author as Patrick O'Brian, but the Hornblower series holds a fond place in my heart - I actually recommend the TV series with Ioan Gruffudd, Jamie Bamber, Richard Lindsey, and Paul McGann before the books, if you like the Aubreyad, which I rarely do; it has a bit more of the feel of daily life added to it than the books originally did, which may well have been the influence of O'Brian's writing, and it is an affectionate adaptation.

I have not read this yet, but @gabrielnovakgoestomyschool has been badgering me to read a Boat Media, the name of which escapes me, so I will have them give propaganda for it in the notes.

I do not know if this is based on a book, but the miniseries To The Ends of the Earth was very good!

Similarly, I have not read The Terror, and I have heard that the show is better than the book, but I really enjoyed the first two episodes of The Terror! Unfortunately it is a show that requires me to actually pay attention, so it is taking a long time for me to watch it because I don't often have the spoons+time I don't want to be writing rn, but I have heard many good things and few bad.

I haven't read Treasure Island, Robinson Crusoe, or Moby Dick since high school(and I'm not certain I finished Moby Dick as that was right when my very severe adhd/autistic burnout started) but I very much enjoyed them then!

My last, but certainly not least, recommendation is Gone To Weather, an absolutely stunning webcomic by @focsle (beg pardon for the tag!)!

(And finally, watch this space - I'm working on an original Napoleonic War Boat Media novel, and I hope to have a finished first draft by the end of the year!)

#age of sail #hornblower #the terror #thiefbird speaks #going to weather webcomic #sorry my dear i forgot your boat girl book <3

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ikesenwritings · 1 year ago

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The Seasons and Love Languages

[Isaac x fem!Reader] + mansion residents

<< Winter + Words of Affirmation >>

“I would rather spend my evening with you,” Isaac pouted. And only you, he would’ve added.

“Oh, Isaac. Don’t be like that! It’s the last hours of Christmas,” she exclaimed. “The last hours of your birthday!”

“I don’t see the purpose of this. We’ve never celebrated before.”

The pair stopped short of exiting the mansion. Loud, jovial voices were just beyond the grand double doors—the alcohol, no doubt, having already made its way through some of the residents’ systems, birthing a lively atmosphere.

“Why have we stopped?”

She dropped Isaac’s hand and grabbed the beanie that hung out of his shallow coat pocket. A handmade gift—it was maroon and a bit horribly made, his favorite color and the level of craftsmanship to be expected from a novice knitter.

Her fingers ran through his strawberry brown hair with a smile so soft, so forgiving. If Isaac had started his day moping in past mistakes and current worries, it would have all been okay because of that smile. It deepened along with her admiration when she pulled the beanie over his head.

“By all means, it’s a terrible hat, but you look cute anyway,” she beamed. Isaac sighed, his cheeks now flushed. “Sorry. Handsome.”

“It’s making me itch,” the vampire grumbled.

She laughed and rubbed vigorously at his wool-covered forehead, earning a grunt of dismay from her lover.

“C’mon,” she urged, once more holding onto Isaac’s gloved hand. “Everyone wants to see the birthday boy!”

“The whole lot saw me at breakfast and din—”

They stepped through the doors. A cacophony of greetings rang in the late night air.

“Newt, ol’ boy!”

“Isaac, you made it!”

“Isaac, I got these graphite pens for your research. They’re high quality.”

“Do you and hondje care for eggnog?”

“We’ve been waiting for you, Isaac!”

“Were you and Toshiko-san having fun in the foyer?”

“O-Of course not!” Isaac cried, the tips of his ears having already turned red. “We were having— we were just—”

“No teasing tonight, Dazai,” Napoleon interjected. Talking. We were just talking. The former emperor laid a heavy hand on the author’s shoulder and directed a tender smile at the physicist.

“I know we’ve all said it today, but happy birthday, Isaac. We’re all glad to have met a man like you.”

“Really…” Isaac grumbled. A cherry blossom hue dusted his cheeks, his gaze fixed to the paved ground littered in snowy footprints. “There’s no need to say that, Napoleon.” But no one could have dismissed the smallest, shyest of smiles Isaac reserved for these kinds of gentle words.

Comte held his cup of eggnog high. Affection—the deep golden color of his eyes. He looked to the physicist. “A cheers to our dear brother and friend.” The others followed suit.

Soon, previous conversations resumed, Isaac being pulled every which way into discussions he would find himself very immersed in or wishing to be anywhere else. Either way, he was left only with a sense of belonging and a gratefulness for what was now his daily life.

Because he was looking at her. As Arthur prattled on about wagers and games of chess and little birds he’d met at the bar, Isaac was looking at her and she was looking at him, like two people at opposite ends of the room. And she was beautiful.

He watched as she apologized to Napoleon, dismissing herself from the conversation. She latched her arms around Isaac’s waist from behind and began to clumsily pull him away from the old Scot. She laughed as she struggled to walk backwards with Isaac’s taller frame.

“We’ll fall at this rate. And I’ll crush you,” he warned, eliciting a giggle from his love.

“And I’m fine with—” She let out a small shriek as she began to fall. In his own supernatural speed, Isaac managed to turn halfway before hitting the ground. One hand cradled her head, the other firmly planted on the ground, holding his top half up.

A third round of laughter erupted from her as Isaac’s frantic eyes scanned for any possible injury or sprain. He came to when he felt her arms gingerly wrap around his neck.

“I love you,” she said.

“Where is this coming from?”

He couldn’t help but ask.

“From me.”

Simple. Simple and so freely given.

‘I love you.’

“I love you, too,” Isaac replied. “With everything I am, everything I wish to be.”

And in that moment, with his family telling grand stories of the lives they once lived and the crackle of the fire pit and the flurry of snow that stuck to her hair and eyelashes and the red noses and the bated breaths, he felt complete, happily destined to this new, little life of his.

A/N

The original plan was to write one for each season of the year with a different suitor but who knows if that’ll happen 😅😅 either way, I’m happy that I got to finish this piece. I’m glad to be back and I’m sure I have much reading to catch up on!!! Both on this app and in the games!!

#hi hi hi #this is my first piece of writing in many months !!#I started this back in April 💀 and it’s finally complete #just in time for Isaac’s birthday whoop whoop #I’ve been wanting to write something for Isaac’s bday for two years now #i hope y’all like it #because I love this little man and his little life and his little friends !#cybird ikemen #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp isaac #ikevamp fanfic

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patbworship · 4 months ago

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Mod Introduction #1 (Welcome to the Blog! Narf!)

Hellooooooooo Tumblr!!! If you are seeing this, you have stumbled across the newest Pinky and The Brain exclusive blog (as hinted by the title of course!) that will be dedicated to celebrating the legacy, brilliance, and gayness of the PaTB franchise! I am Mod Pinky (my other half will be making an intro very soon) and many of you may know me from my main blog @theonethatyaks93 where I post Animaniacs and PaTB content for a living. I am really glad to share this fun new project with my bestest partner and we are both excited to be sharing our love for the mice with all of you! Now I am aware that the fandom is not as active as it once was, and many blogs like this one have been abandoned. Still, we are excited to be keeping the fandom alive and we are looking forward to helping cement this show into public conscious for a while longer. But enough about that; we'll be making another post to describe the blog in more depth at a later time. Let's get to the fun, actual introduction part of the post:

Name: Please call me Pinky or Mod Pinky if you'd like

Pronouns: She/They

Basic Interests: Writing, Singing, Acting, Animation, Drawing,

Dream Job(s): Voice Actor, Author, Writer on a PaTB Reboot

OTP: Brinky

My History in the Fandom: Surprisingly, I've been involved in the Animaniacs fandom since 2020 and the PaTB fandom since 2021. I got into the show thanks to the trailer for the Animaniacs reboot and I instantly fell in love. I was actually more into the Warner Siblings when I first watched the original series and I spend the first months in the fandom obsessing over them. However in 2021, I got really, REALLY into Pinky and The Brain. I believe it was because I saw people talking about them everywhere. And I started shipping Brinky as well. The mice just appealed to me specifically, and as I was going through the worst time in my life, they were there to help me out. Since then, nearly three years later, I've become an expert in all things PaTB. Pinky and The Brain has actually gotten me interested in other things shockingly, including neurological science and even rodent care, believe it or not. These mice have a death grip on my life and I am looking forward to growing my love for the series even more.

Favorite Episodes of PaTB (All episodes that I've seen so far) (In no particular order):

A Pinky and The Brain Christmas

This Old Mouse

A Pinky and The Brain Halloween

Broadway Malady

Brinky

Brain's Way

Talladega Mice

Narf Over Troubled Water

Of Mouse and Man

That Smarts

Megalomaniacs Anonymous

Snowball

Welcome to the Jungle

Future Brain

How The Brain Thieved Christmas

Groundmouse Day

Pinky Suavo (Yeessssss)

Plight of Hand

Brainie the Poo

Brain's Night Off

Happy Narfday

Mouse Madness

Royal Flush

Mouse Congeniality

How To: Brain Takes Over the World

Spell-Bound

Yes, Always

Brain Meets Brawn

Bubba Bo Bob Brain

Inherit the Wheeze

Where Rodents Dare

Pinky POV

Favorite Moments from PaTB: You guys are going to have to wait for the blog. I wanna make posts about them and talk about why I love them so much. But one of my favorite moments, of course, is the ending of the Christmas episode because it makes me sob every time I watch it

Most Underrated Episodes (Again, in no particular order):

Brain's Song

Pinky's Dream House

Anything from the Animaniacs Reboot

Melancholy Brain

The Pinky and The Brain Reunion Special

But That's Not All Folks!

Dangerous Brains

Beach Blanket Brain

Pinky at the Bat

You Said a Mouseful

Brain Drained

Hoop Schemes

Napoleon Brainaparte

Battle for the Planet

Win Big

When Mice Ruled the Earth

Favorite Songs:

Just Say Narf!

Brainstem

Pinky's Memories

Cheese Roll Call

The Really Great Dictator

A Meticulous Analysis of History

I Ate a Rock

Pinky's Dream House (Song)

Brain Doggie Mambo

International Mouse of Mystery (For the vocal performance alone)

Most Interesting Opinions on the Show:

I really like Snowball. He's my favorite side character from any iteration

Julia (from the reboot) is AMAZING in her second and third appearances. Not in her first

I prefer the fan versions of Billie to her canon character

I do not like Phar Fignewton very much. She isn't a very interesting character

I think Pinky and The Brain thrived in the late 90's while Animaniacs faltered a bit. Seasons 3-5 of Animaniacs had some good episodes but quite a few duds while PaTB had an incredible third and fourth season

To me Brinky is canonized in the reboot. Not in the traditional sense but it's pretty obvious

The reboot PaTB episodes are really good

I am not a big fan of the episode Brainania. It's not bad but I find it a bit slow in the pacing department

Mousechurian Candidate (from the reboot) is the worst episode of PaTB ever made

Pinky, Elmyra, and The Brain is not as bad as people think and there are some good jokes. But it is nowhere near the quality of the rest of the franchise

Pinky is the best character ever created (not biased)

My favorite episodes of the show are usually the ones that focus more on character dynamics and emotion

The animation of the show is very inconsistent. My favorite studios are TMS and Rough Draft since I think they capture how they characters look the best. Wang could be pretty good too but in other episodes they made the mice look strange. Akom did some weird lighting techniques but they did great on the episode Snowball, and the less said about Startoons the better.

I like Pinky and Brain's reboot designs a lot. And I think there are some improvements (i.e. Brain's more expressive face, the details in the designs, Pinky's more angular body, Pinky's tail, their cute little fangs). But I like them in the original series for the softer edges and more classic feel

What am I Going to Do on this Blog: One of my biggest ideas (along with getting to share my love of the mice with everyone and my partner-in-crime) is maybe to do a weekly thing, where I analyze an episode or moment from the show. I also want to review fanfictions and post random funny mouse things. Maybe I can show you guys the comics I have or my ever-growing merchandise collection. I will be opening the ask-box to suggestions at some point so if you want me or my partner to look at a specific moment, feel free to ask. I might even make some Tumblr-exclusive fanfics to post on here too. This is mainly just a fun place for us to express our love for Pinky and The Brain so it might seem random at times. But I can assure you all that I want to do some fun stuff to build up excitement. These are all things I wanted to do on my main blog but I think it will be better to do it here.

Once again, I would like to say that I am really excited for all that we have planned! This is a project I have been secretly wanting to do for a long time, and now I have someone to do it with. My Brain is perfect and I know that we're going to do so many amazing things with this blog! She's the greatest. Stay tuned for another intro coming soon and be prepared for more regular posts to come out in the following days.

The Revolution for Gay Mice Supremacy begins!

Mod Pinky over and out! Narf!

(this is not an elaborate plan to take over the world I promise you)

#pinky and the brain #patb #fan blog #mod intro #patbworship #be prepared for the chaos

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The difficulty of disliking Les Misérables when the year is 1862 and all your friends are fans

In this post, I want to explore a particular dimension to the politics involved in reviewing Les Misérables in 1862, through the writings of Horace de Lagardie. “Horace de Lagardie,” according to the 1884 book Les Pseudonymes du jour, was the pen name of one Madame de Peyronnet. Although there is some confusion over her identity (see here), I am fairly certain that the woman in question is Georgina Frances de Peyronnet (née Whitfield), a British journalist who lived and worked in France. Her father owned a slave plantation in the West Indies and she married a French count of little importance (it is believed that she was the author of the translations published under his name). She wrote a column called the Revue du Mois in Charpentier’s Revue nationale et étrangère. She also published a collection of those articles under the title Causeries parisiennes (Parisienne chit-chat). Lagardie disliked Les Misérables for a number of stylistic and ideological reasons that I won’t get into here (believe me, it would be a long list) but her articles also offer commentary on the constraints she felt on her ability to voice that dislike. In her first article about Fantine, she writes:

The arrival of the two volumes forming the first part of Victor Hugo’s novel, Les Misérables, has proved a useful diversion. All other subjects of conversation pale before this work, around which a unanimous chorus of praise is raised. Today he who would permit himself to utter the most minor discordant note would be very poorly received and the voice of criticism, even in the most respectful form, is rarely heard. To tell the truth, the passionate admiration that is being produced is a bit astounding to the observer who only sees this book as a literary work. It is difficult to understand how people who didn’t admire Notre Dame de Paris or le Dernier Jour d'un Condamné are so enthusiastic about a work that is similar to them in so many ways, both in its beauty and its faults. This cannot be explained either by admiration for its author or by sympathy for his social theories and it is evident that one must take into account the pedestal of exile from which Victor Hugo has not yet descended.

There’s so much to talk about in just that paragraph! First, there’s her assertation that there was a “unanimous chorus of praise” surrounding Les Mis. Despite the fact that there were negative reviews within three days of the publication of Les Misérables, Hugo’s (successful) advertising strategy (which consisted of asking friendly papers to publish praise alongside excerpts of the book) led to the accusation/impression that there was only praise for the book and that those papers were promoting Les Misérables not in support of the book (as a literary or philosophical work) but in opposition to Napoleon III. (This claim had some merit but the full extent to which it is true is not the subject of this post.) The reference to Hugo’s exile was another common talking point in the same vein. The reason one might praise Les Mis to express one's dislike of Napoleon III is simply because it was not permitted to criticize Napoleon III in a newspaper. To evade censorship, praising Hugo would signal one’s political sympathies. Lagardie notes how adept journalists had become in this form of evasion:

It is certain that the art of saying without speaking and the use of innuendo have made great progress in France, and it is no longer with clarity that the French mind shines today.

Besides those who wrote disingenuous positive reviews of Les Misérables, there was a sizeable contingent of people who opted to say nothing at all rather than criticize Hugo. But only a few journalists who (ostensibly) shared (some) of Hugo's political views, Lagardie among them, opted to criticize his newest work. Lagardie observed that:

As soon as the work was published, and following the publishers' preliminary advertisements, we saw first articles by friends who praised universally and en bloc; then came the real critics, then finally the detractors, personal enemies or intolerant adversaries.

But Lagardie positions herself as none of the above, stating: “I think the time has come to state my opinion [on the first volume]. I think it's essentially the opinion of many people who are not as well placed as I am to express it frankly.” Although I agree with basically nothing she has to say about the contents of the book, it is interesting to note that she was one of the few women positioned to have her opinion published. Maybe her relative anonymity is what gave her the freedom to express her dissent? (Side note: it’s possible that Hugo read Lagardie’s review of Fantine. Lacroix definitely did and mentions it to Hugo among a list of negative reviews. “So much the better!” he wrote. “A controversy around Les Misérables is excellent. It's the consecration of success and proof of the work's strength.”) In Lagardie’s review of Cosette and Marius (released simultaneously a month after Fantine), she wonders whether she should continue to publish her negative review since there are so many positive reviews from the journalists in her sphere:

I am beset by doubt over my own competence. Can I be correct, opposed as I am to so many people, especially journalists, and to the author himself; and will I be permitted to judge by the ordinary rules of good taste and good sense a work which, according to general consensus, should be placed above common law? Evidently, I have a different tuning fork than the other critics–at least different than the one they use to tune their writing.

Lagardie asserts that there is a gap between what critics are writing and what they are saying privately (which we know to be true to an extent).

When the public isn't there and the doors are closed, more than a few change their tune, and are more in unison than you might think with "the one who writes these lines," to borrow a favorite expression of the author of Les Misérables.

I've noticed this somewhat contradictory claim in quite a few reviews: that Hugo was buoyed by misguided supporters who made dissenters afraid to voice their opinions, but also that Hugo actually had no supporters at all. Lagardie notes Hugo’s strategy of courting positive reviews. He wrote letters of thanks to the authors of almost all the positive reviews (and this wasn’t new. There were already jokes about how he did this before the publication of Les Misérables). Specifically, she criticizes how in these letters of thanks Hugo encourages the recipients to support political reform. She cites this letter from Hugo to the publisher of Le Théâtre, Anatole Cerfberr:

With auxiliaries such as yourself, the work I have undertaken will succeed: the recasting of the old world in the mold of the new; the purification of the reality in the crucible of the ideal.

(Note: I assume that Cerfberr, one of Hugo's most enthusiastic supporters, published this letter in Le Théâtre but there is no online archive of that paper, much to my disappointment so I can’t verify this. However, Hugo did use the phrase “with auxiliaries such as yourself” and expressed similar sentiments in several of these letters of thanks.) Lagardie wonders how Les Misérables could achieve the goal outlined in that letter:

As a plan, that’s not so bad; but as a call to action? Here is what I found by randomly opening the latest volumes: “This book is a drama whose main character is the Infinite. Man is the second.” How is it that I didn’t understand all that? Must I accept the explanation I received the other day from a devotee? “You don't understand it,” he told me, “because you don’t like it.”

In the case of Lagardie, based on her reviews, I think she probably did understand the book, it was just more radical than she would agree with. To this point, we can look at her commentary on the banquet held in Bruxelles in September 1862 to celebrate the success of Les Misérables. About 80 journalists (not all of them French) traveled to Belgium for the occasion.

Without a doubt many people will agree with me that the success of Les Misérable is no reason for Europe to rejoice; but we understand that, in spite of Les Misérables, they wanted to pay homage to a writer who has engaged two generations of enthusiastic readers, and we are saddened by the thought that they had to cross the border in order to do so. [emphasis original]

Ouch. At the banquet, Hugo gave a speech in which he claimed that it was the role of the free press to bring down the old society and remake it. Lagardie argues that there are things worth preserving in society, essentially showing that despite their shared dislike of Napoleon III, she had more conservative aims. But in summary, I think this series of reviews is interesting for the insight it gives us into the different political strategies that informed people's decision to review or not review Les Misérables. In another post, I will explore the review by Edmond Schérer, who had a similar approach to Lagardie. Thanks for reading!

Sources: Revue nationale et étrangère Causeries parisiennes Lacroix to Hugo, 4 May 1862 My research into the ID for H. de Lagardie

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klutzyroses · 7 months ago

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Sorry to bother I adored your panuck attack headcanons and was wondering plesse van you do it for the other suitor as well ? 🙏 Thank you Have a wonderful day 😍

I wasn't entirely sure which suitors you wanted in particular so I picked 4. Have a wonderful day~

IkeVamp HCs: Panic Attack pt.2

Suitors: Arthur, Isaac, Comte, Vlad

Arthur

As frivolous as one may have the impression he is, when the time really calls for it, he will step up.

When the woman started to get anxious, he picked up on it immediately. Being as observant as he was, he noticed the telltale signs.

Jittery movements, agitated breathing, flushed face, all the signs of an incoming breakdown. The mystery author has had anxious patients before, it was nothing all that foreign to him.

Stopping a panic attack as it begins is no easy feat, so he knows its better to either prevent it, or do damage control.

He would gently guide her away and sit her on his lap, rubbing her arms as he whispered soothingly to her.

"Let's breathe luv. Deep breaths, there you go, my darling..."

He cupped her face and encouraged her to focus on him. When she calmed, he praised her and made sure she was alright, having her drink something warm and keeping an eye on her mood afterwards.

He would basically be the best comfort.

Isaac

Okay...he is a bit hopeless here at first...

He genuinely felt at a loss when she started to hyperventilate and quivering, behaving like a cornered animal ready to attack and defend herself.

To be honest, he had half the mind to find Napoleon, he always knew what to do but...

He couldn't allow another man to take care of his woman.

So, to the best of his ability, he tried to handle the situation himself. He took her to his room and sat alone with her, holding her hand. He hoped the quiet place would sooth her frayed nerves, drawing circles on the back of her hand with his thumb.

He kept this up until her hand tightened around his, indicating she was regaining her control.

"Are you...okay now?"

He hesitated to tell her that seeing her like that had been scary, he had thought for a moment she was having a heart attack.

From then on, he would be just a tad more wary about things that could frighten or unsettle her.

Comte

He had seen so many tragedies, disasters, horrors that had jaded him to that sort of anxiety, to the point he nearly forgets that his cherie was not quite of the same metal.

When she started to fall apart, he reacted immediately, taking her in his arms when her legs gave out, shielding her in his embrace.

He had her listen to his calming voice, tenderly brushing her hair from her face as he pressed his forehead to hers, bring one of her hands to his lips.

His eyes never left her teary, wide ones as his presence started to ease her anxiety. Her vulnerability both hurt and touched him at once, feeling a surge of protectiveness.

"Mon diamant, your tears make my heart ache, tell me what can I do for you?"

Once he had her breathing calmly, he asked her if she wanted to leave, quick to comply when she says she does, cradling her to him as he wrapped her in his coat. As soon as they were at home, he has Sebastian make her a relaxing tea.

He would not leave her side until he knew she was completely at ease again.

Vlad

If he were to be honest, he himself was no longer familiar with the concept of panic and anxiety. Perhaps, after living so long, through the things he had, he was numb to that sort of thing.

That didn't mean that he wasn't quick to react when his love started to succumb to fear.

Trembling, whimpering, labored breathing, erratic movement.

Behavior that reminded him that his beloved was just a human being. She seemed to fragile and breakable.

Leaning down to her, he brushes her forehead, using his abilities to fill her mind with pleasant sceneries, flowery meadows and mesmerizing lakes, anywhere to take her mind away from what so frayed her nerves.

When she was calmer, he pressed his lips on her forehead.

"I am here, my flower, don't be afraid."

He would shower her with love long after the attack passed, simply because he felt she needed that extra bit of doting.

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empirearchives · 1 year ago

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Eugène Delacroix speaks with Menneval about the abdication of Napoleon. Marshal Ney conspires to kill Napoleon.

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Baron de Menneval (1778-1850), the former secretary of Napoleon who had accompanied him in the retreat from Russia; author of a book of memories of the Empire.

Baron Fain (1778-1837), one of the secretaries of the Emperor, published historical memories of the Empire.

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From Delacroix’s journal. Monday, 23 July 1849:

In the evening M. Menneval told me of the frightful conduct of the generals and marshals toward the Emperor, at Arcis-sur-Seine or sur-Aube. M. Fain, lodging in another house than that of the Emperor, and crossing a square in order to join his master, came on a group of generals, among them Marshal Ney, who were deliberating among themselves as to whether they should not mete out to their benefactor the fate of Romulus: to kill him and to bury him there seemed to them as good a means as any other of getting rid of him and of getting back to their hotel, where they could enjoy themselves; he was, so they said, the scourge of France, etc. The Emperor, to whom M. Fain related the affair with emotion that will be imagined, contented himself with saying that they were mad.

Marshal Ney’s greatest impropriety toward him occurred after the battle of the Moscova, when he complained that by sparing the guard, the Emperor had deprived him of the fruits of a more complete victory. Marshal Ney was the cruelest at Fontainebleau; he went to the point of threatening him with physical injury if he did not abdicate.

In the course of the Russian campaign, Berthier did not fear to tell him how terrible it was to see oneself endlessly dragged into new enterprises: “What good does it do,” said he, “to have wealth, houses, and lands, if one has to go to war eternally and compromise everything?”

To their reproaches, which often were odious, Napoleon’s only answer was patience; despite their ingratitude, he loved them as old comrades.

Before the last years, M. Menneval told me no one had dared to permit himself an observation when he gave an order. Confidence had partially abandoned him, but the sureness and firmness of his genius not at all, as the French campaign so well proved. If, at Waterloo, at the end of the battle, there had been at his disposal that reserve of the guard which he refused to engage at the Moscova, he would still have won the battle, despite the arrival of the Prussians.

I asked M. Menneval whether he had not been completely indisposed at the Moscova, according to generally accredited opinion. This is correct: he was sick, and attacked with a loss of voice, especially after the battle, so that it was impossible for him to give a spoken order.

He was obliged to scribble his orders on bits of paper. Notwithstanding, he was completely master of his ideas. But after the battle of Dresden, the sudden indisposition with which he was seized paralyzed all the operations, carried with it the defeat of Vandamme, etc.

During the Consulate, he was very sick with malignant mange. which he had contracted at the siege of Toulon. He would lean against his table, pressing his side with his hand during crises of violent suffering. His paleness and his thinness, at this period, are explained by this sickly condition. Corvisart got him rid of his disease, at least in appearance; but it is probable that the disease of which he died had its original cause in this cruel malady.

Source: The Journal of Eugène Delacroix

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samanthahirr · 1 year ago

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

Off the Books (Skyfall AU, 00Q, Explicit, 83k WIP). By far my most ambitious project to date! The James Bond I’m writing as the narrative POV here feels like why I’ve loved James Bond for decades; the stoic spy, the broken man, the hopeful lover, the inveterate manipulator, the skilled fighter, the loyal subject, the shameless hedonist. And on top of all of that, the claustrophobic complexity of an unreliable narrator too busy ignoring his own traumas to see his world clearly. I’m really looking forward to writing the finale of this epic romance-and-revenge tale this Fall!

Please Ask (for Help) (James Bond, 00Q, Teen+, 29k). I think this has been my favorite fic to write. I wrote it based on a super-sweet art prompt of James Bond taking care of injured Q, and that sweetness gave me the excuse to fully indulge in all my favorite tropes: hurt/comfort, pining, and James Bond in love. Is it self-indulgent? Yes. Do I feel a bit exposed by all of the yearning in this fic? Yes. But every inch of this fic feels written ‘for me,’ which I suppose is why I loved every moment of the writing process.

Roman Holiday (Spectre AU, 00Q, Teen+, 2k). This canon-divergence prompt, randomly assigned as part of Festive Fanwork Fiesta, turned out to be the perfect prompt for me. I saw the whole scene instantly and wrote it in a rush of excitement. I’m really proud of the structure and pacing and dialogue and feelings packed into this short scene, not to mention the world of possibilities it opens up for what comes next. In a way I can’t put into words, this one feels like a quintessentially me fic, a perfect exemplar of my style.

Aftershave (The Man from UNCLE, Illya/Napoleon/Gaby, Explicit, 4k). I’m thrilled with how the characterizations and voices turned out in this fic; they feel like they’re straight out of the 2015 movie! For all that it’s an OT3 established relationship, I loved putting Illya into a situation where he has to confront his remaining reservations about Napoleon—the American’s incessant needling, the way his smirks always feel like an insult. And what better time to confront your trust issues (and your partner’s latent trust kink) than when he’s holding a knife to your throat…

A $500 Bottle of Bordeaux (Glam RPF, Adam/Kris, Teen+, 8k). This one’s a real throwback! The first fandom I ever wrote for was American Idol RPF, and even though I haven’t read or written RPF in several years, I have such a soft spot for this particular fic. What starts as a classic meet-cute between a fan and his Broadway-star crush becomes wildly complicated over the course of an intimate dinner party. I love how the four characters all have their own motivations and histories, and none of them are ‘bad’ people, despite the ways they hurt one another; there’s a lot of forgiveness and heart in this fic. The goodnight kiss at the end is some of my most romantic writing, and overall it’s a really hopeful, romantic story that always feels comforting to revisit.

Tag, you're it! @aprettyspy @spiritofcamelot @anyawen @hammerbacks @stinastar @dhampir72 @theserpentgirl

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Pirate Month III: The Pirates! In an Adventure With Whaling! (Comission by WeirdKev27)

Ahoy all you happy people and welcome back to Pirate Month! As we wind it down, it's time once again for our yearly look at Gideon Defoe's pirates series. We started with Aardman's fantastic adaptation of his work, went on to the first book and now where we are at The Pirates! An Adventure with Whaling... or Ahab if your in the US like me... or Moby Dick for the reprint for the 2012 uk reprint.

For those just joining in pirates is a series of comedy novels by british author Gideon Dafoe. The first book, and parts of this one and possibly others but we'll get to that, was adapted into a movie by Aardman Animation. I'd seen that film but now kev has me reading the books as he's a fan too.

Last year I read the pirates first adventure, adventure with scientests where our heroes casued a lot of black comedy deaths, halfheartedly helped Charles Darwin on his adventures, wore dinosaur masks, picked up a new crew member in Jennifer, met a humanpanzie and other nonsense i've likely forgot. I also found out the film was a great adaptation as while it didn't follow the book to the letter it captured the spirit of these books fantastically.

I did have one worrying question in the back of my mind going into the second one: Would the books keep up the momentum or lapse into the formula of "the crew meets and teams up with a historical figure, wackiness ensues" i'm delighted that while that's technically true, Adventures With Whaling ups the ante, tightens the plot and is still gut busting all the while. It's a nice evolution of the series that makes me excited to keep sailing with the other three books eventually. To see what I mean join me under the cut for whale puppetry, mobs of cowboys in las vegas, and severe crippling debt.

So to start us off Adventures with Whaling has a tighter plot. Like Scientists, the plot is largely a loose frame to work jokes in but unlike Scientests, where the pirates really barely cared about Charles Darwin's plight and only needed his money, here the stakes are a lot more personal and are the reason for all the wacky nonsense we know and love.

This time Pirate Captain makes a mistake i'm sure many has and overspends. With the pirate's unamed boat falling to bits their fearless leader Pirate Captain takes the crew to Nantucket, insert your own dirty limerick here, intending to get the boat fixed by Cutlass Liz

Yup to my plesant suprise Cutlass Liz was also in the books, having a bigger role that likely could've come up , and still could come up, in any sequels. I'm seriously hoping now Aardman is on steady ground with netflix we get a sequel. And reading through the jackets of the future books it seems like the pirate of the year compettion is directly taken from Adventures with Napoleon. The Aardman Film simply took a bunch of neat bits and pieces and the basic characters and reconfigured them into it's own mostly original plot about charles darwin badly wanting to get laid. Not something i'm against mind as it worked well and like i've said it gets the spirit of the books down perfectly.

Here instead of just another rival pirate and the object of Pirate Captain's affections for one fantasy sequence, Cutlass Liz is an infamous pirate who runs a boat yard and enters the book killing a pirate who couldn't pay her while terrifying the crew. So naturally.. the Pirate Captain gets into massive debt with her due to a combination of trying to impress her and his oldest foe, Black Belamy.

Yes to my delight Black Belamy is back, having set off the previous book by setting our heroes on Charles Darwin. He's also not voiced by jeremy piven, another well worn plus. He has a bigger role this time out, not only setting off the plot AGAIN, but also coming back twice to bedevil our heroes. He's also one of the few things the film didn't do better as rather than just a broish bully he's the kind of bully who pretneds to be your friend while mocking you and is far more cunning. While he generally just meant to insult pirate captain here, his later two schemes show a nicely petty and manipulative streak.

To start he just mocks the boat Pirate Captain was going to buy and Pirate Captain's own ego does the rest, instead buying the biggest boat possible. Thankfully Bellamy leaves before he gives a bs excuse about his treasure he bragged about to impress Liz but still for some reason agrees to still buy it.

Liz is at least.. sorta forgiving and agrees to give him a few weeks to pay it off .. or else. SO our heroes with low suplies, less money and a threat to cut off the captain's luxioruus beard set off.

This elevates the book as rather than the adventures mostly being disconnected, with the very loose goal of we need money , we have a firmer goal: We need money or we're all gonna die horribly.

It's not the only connecting bit too as while Liz is the looming threat that sets the plot off, well that and Pirate Captains fragile ego but that's the kind of threat you can nevery truly beat, there's another figure we see throughout the first half. While the Pirate Captain is having some drinks he runs into Moby Dick's Captain Ahab. I haven't read moby dick but thankfully this book just really requires you to know he's a grim old man whose leg got bitten by a whale and he's been trying to murder it ever since. Ahab pops up once or twice before becoming the center of the last act. It's small stuff sure but it helps make the silly story feel all the more impactful by the end: tying together these loose bits into one uprorarus set piece

Before we get there we have some smaller set pieces: the pirate captain's old mentor mails him a treasure map... that turns out to be a child's smile.. which they try to grin and bear but throw into the ocean because what the fuck man. I mean.. it's not a bad lesson but come on.

Since that fails the next one and one that made the book jacket is VEGAS BABY. Which I was so excited for and it did not disapoint. It's filled with kitchy landmarks, gambling and naturally our heroes loosing what little money they had left gambling. For once it's not even pirate captain's fault as he warned the crew. He runs into Ahab again who was told the whale was in the casino. And now I just want a version of Ocean's eleven where Ahab is one of danny's crew. I mean.. we're getting Godzilla vs the Great Gatsby and the rest of western literature this year, it's no longer impossible.

The Pirate Captain's real plan and reason for going is simple: Showbusiness! Vegas is all about those big flashy shows and this series has no concept for time or accurate history so the Pirate captain puts ona bit peformance. Antecdotes! Knife Throwing! An Albino Pirate! all the usual stuff.

To my shock given the title isn't adventures in vegas though given my love for vegas set stories I badly wish it was, it works. THey get a decent if not nearly enough pile of money scare a child who dosen't know the albino isn't a ghost, and have the child fead the albino merunge to show he's not threatning. All sentences I just got paid for recapping, all so over the top as not to be offensive

Sadly this dosen't pan out as Black Belamy, the bastard swoops in with a better show and the pirate captain's attempts to have a lymicrk battle with him result in him insulting an audience of cowboys and having to run for their life. A once an adventure staple, but not exactly good.

Our heroes seem to be at a dead end, depressed about their possible death and lack of success on the stage. I love how pettily angry the pirate captain is about how little they appricated his work. Such a good character. He stays largely the same this time, a bit of an ass (the bit about him trying to go into the showers while jennifer there has aged like fine mlik on a sidewalk but thankfully he clearly never got away with anything), an egotistic and a layabout, but a guy who genuinely loves his crew.

Well.. MOST of them. There's one exception introduced this book and he is a delight, the only pirate beyond Captain's #2 pirate with a scarf, the albino pirate and jennifer to really get much of a personality: The Pirate in Red. The Pirate in Red is a sarcastic bastard who freqnuently makes jabs at the Pirate Captain's expense, only stopping when the captain gestures to his cutlass. He's the only one besides pirate with a scarf who seems to have an idea what he's doing and unlike Scarf Pirate, will actually point this out.

While Pirate Captain DEFINTELY wants to kill him he either defintly knows...

Or more likely it's a sign of a change between books: Scientests relied HEAVILY on black comedy, lots of casual murder and death. This is still present in Whaling, Liz's plans ot kill our heroes are repsented by a threatning greeting card reminder and several people still do die, but it's tone down a bit, more in line with the eventual movie. There's still racy jokes, some that work like PIrate Captain not wanting his beard to get hurt as it'll hurt their gay following as he's known as a bit of a bear, and some age like fine milk left inside a monster truck in a hurricane, like the mention of thiland's "Ladyboys". Bleh. But most of the humor has held up perfectly and it's leaning a bit more into the nonsense, while keeping some casual deaths and murder for funsies. IT's a better ballance. I also got a rather large chuckle out of both times the inventory included the acordian pirate who died last book still stuffed and and mounted after his death.

So while Pirate Captain is loathe to agree with Pirate in Red, he finds his suggestion to... do some fucking pirating for a change actually has merrit. We get them boarding a leper boat an da school trip, both jokes that would be used in the movie. Both are pretty funny with the lepers giving them used bits and with the kids after getting what little money they had they just.. hang out. They build frankestines out of the leper parts, which is fucked up but man if I didn't giggle and Pirate Captain dosen't take them with him as they have moms to think about. Awww

Eventually though they find a whaling vessle and Ahab. Once again the rest of the plot is kicked off by a bad bit of piracy.. but it works largely because rather than someone they barely know.. it's a casual aquantince and it's hilariously awkward, with PC having run through his first mate and Ahab being angry as hell. I just love how it comes off as if you ran into a friend while doing something embarassing and having to make that awkward small talk. And invite him to dinner which is also awkard.

It does provide our heroes an out though: Ahab blows up at the pirate captain making a whale with his mashed potatoes, but admits it's more because he's just fucking tired. So he offers bounty: the same 6000 dubloons our heroes need.

So the rest of the book, the bulk of it really is truly an adventure with whaling as our heroes have no clue HOW to actually do this. The schemes are fast, furious, and stupid with having a bunch of pirates pretend to be krill, dangling various pirates off the bow, and naturally loosing a bunch more to sharks, and the Pirate Captain reading his secret romance novel loudly, which the crew naturalyl enjoys but dosen't do anything.

Eventually in a turn I find neat that REALLY ups the stake the Captain gets obsseed: he works everyone harder, then does the unthinkable: his prized ham, which gets mentiond quite a bit gets nailed to the door for the winner.

I like how this emphasises how the crew works; Sure pirate captain's killed a few dozen of them, and is incompitent as hell.. but he makes the ship fun, gives them adventure and does love his crew. He's not a great leader but he's THEIR captain and him taking all that fun away makes them deseprate

So ... because rule of threes.. the turn to the devil himself: Yes Jennifer suggests the impossible: A few of them including her sneak out and ask Black Belamy. I'ts a genius turn I did'nt see coming: we've seen how clever he can be, and it's the exact worst thing.. but our heroes are short on time and actual ideas.

Belamy being his bastardly self is actually.. helpful, wooing jennifer with a dinner and to his credit not being a dick: he clearly IS trying to win her into bed with his fancy dinner, flirting and what not, btu when she just calls him friend and dosen't quite catch onto his intrest, he dosen't force it. It's a bare minimum but Bellamy is such a scoundrel it's neat to find out he has standards. And he agrees to help. Granted it's of course another scheme on his old school chum and arch enemy, but it's more of a solution than our heroes have

I love how Pirate Captain reacts too: he's mildly livid for a second.. but upon it being explained they were all worried about him, he's genuinely touched by their gesture and belamy giving them what seems to be THE whale in 20 minutes.

As I said though it' sonce again another classic Black Belamy prank. Honestly i'll be dispaointed if adventurees with communist doesn't have him pull some half assed con on our heroes at this point that only works because our heroes are a few barnacles short of a hive minded barnacle monster.

He painted a whale from the zoo white... and our heroes just run with it. Yeah for once his half assed scheme actually helps as they had no other plan so "Hope he buys it" is all they got. Pirate Captain naturally has to take it one step further and stupider: have someone puppet the whale from the inside and apologize. On his last fucking nerve with the guy, PC assigns pirate in red for the job.

So our gang plans to have the whale apologize and arrives to a sketpical ahab and cutlas liz for a GLORIOUS climax. I mean it this finale is just so damn good. It starts with Pirate in Red going off script to insult pirate captain who can't just point to his sword as he can't see him, one of my faviorite gags of the book. Lucky for them before Cutlass Liz can understandably kill them, Moby Dick himself shows up and starts destroying their boat thinking i'ts a lady whale. This is also a great callback as that was thier first scheme. So the book climaxes in pirate captain hanging on for dear life as the whale bats him around and destroys his nice new ship while everyone thinks he's a total badass, cumilating in him and his prized ham, which he ran back for while everyone else jumped ship, ending up in the whales blowhole.

With the newfound respect of their creditors and thier debts paid Liz gives the pirates thir old boat back and we get a pretty sweet ending as they all watch clouds as they did at the start of the book.. they didn't really gain MUCh from this adventure.. btu they learned something: don't get into debt to impress women. Also maybe whaling's not for them.

Adventures in Whaling is a perfect sequel: it ups the stakes, ties the plot together way better, ups the jokes nad in general is just a delight. I dont' knokw if I can wait a year for the next one, this one was pretty damn fantastic. Thanks for reading

#the pirates #the pirates!#the pirates! in an adventure with scientists #the pirates! band of misfits #moby dick #captain ahab #pirate month

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dolphin1812 · 2 years ago

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I love that Hugo excuses this digression-within-a-digression as a “story-teller’s right;” he’s at least aware enough of how far from the main narrative he is that he’s explaining it.

(The digressions are fun to read, but they’re also fun to mock)

For all that Hugo claims he won’t “pretend” to write a history of the Battle of Waterloo, pleading ignorance to military strategy, he does speak of it a great deal. On the one hand, he says he does not write as a historian because it’s unnecessary; Napoleon himself, along with various historians, has already given excellent accounts of the battle. On the other, he specifies the framework through which he’s approaching the battle:

“As for us, we leave the historians at loggerheads; we are but a distant witness, a passer-by on the plain, a seeker bending over that soil all made of human flesh, taking appearances for realities, perchance; we have no right to oppose, in the name of science, a collection of facts which contain illusions, no doubt; we possess neither military practice nor strategic ability which authorize a system; in our opinion, a chain of accidents dominated the two leaders at Waterloo; and when it becomes a question of destiny, that mysterious culprit, we judge like that ingenious judge, the populace.”

Here, Hugo presents himself as two voices: his own (as a passerby) and the voice of the “populace.” In both cases, he emphasizes the people. As a “passer-by”, he sees the soil as being “made of human flesh,” prioritizing the ordinary soldiers (and civilians, as seen in the last chapter) who died at Waterloo over the famed generals who fought there. He also presents his perspective as being akin to that of the “populace” rather than the professionals (Napoleon, as a general, historians) who narrate the battle, asserting that the people are an “ingenious judge” and, consequently, are the ones who truly evaluate these sorts of events. Perhaps those historians and military figures are better qualified to describe the military and strategic aspects of Waterloo, but Hugo isn’t primarily focused on that; he’s interested in its impact, which is felt by the people who were there and the people who lived after it.

This return to the people is also contrasted with how he describes Napoleon as a “great man,” dedicating a full paragraph to questioning his stature before declaring that he deserved his fame as a general. While this does, in part, lend credence to his claim that Waterloo was lost for environmental (the rain) rather than strategic reasons, it also juxtaposes this “titanic charioteer of destiny” with those who live with the consequences of that “destiny,” whatever it may be. Hugo’s not exactly attacking the obsession with these “great men” here, as he praises the works dealing with them, but he is distancing himself from that kind of writing. Still, he also makes certain that his praise of Napoleon as a general is very clear, softening the prioritization of the people over him.

#les mis letters #lm 1.2.3 #I had to include titanic charioteer of destiny #it was too funny not to #the over-the-top descriptions of people never fail to make me laugh #waterloo #napoleon

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misshoneyimhomeagain · 6 months ago

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Chapter 14 - Part II

Summary: William and Julia, after months of nurturing a deep bond and close friendship, finally reignite their physical intimacy, sealing their renewed connection with a passionate encounter;

Tags; William NylanderxOfc; “We never go out of style”

Warnings; 18+ content; Oral sex (f and m reciveing); unprotected sex (p in v);

Author's Note: Although this chapter mostly contains smut, it marks the conclusion of the series; However, there might be additional follow-ups planned, delving into the aftermath, as I do have some ideas for what comes next; nontheless, as always, please enjoy ;)

Word count: 4.3K

"The road that was broken, brought us together"

It was nothing short of perfection.

The ambiance. The companionship. Everything.

Fireworks were loud outside, while inside Julia and William found themselves in a tender moment, sharing romantic closeness after their very first New Year's kiss.

It embodied everything they'd built up for months; and finally, they were here - wholeheartedly cherishing each other and acknowledging what had been simmering beneath the surface.

However, despite the tender and affectionate moment, the New Year's party continued, and naturally, there was only one sure fire way this group knew how to celebrate best.

"Alright! Who's ready for some karaoke?" Mitch exclaimed, obviously eliciting enthusiastic applause from the team and their partners.

It had been one of the minor requests the girls had made when coordinating the event with the banquet team – a small stage for karaoke.

And amidst the buzzing excitement in the venue, Mitch was the first to take the stage. A lively rendition of ‘Wonderwall’ filled the air from the speakers, and the crowd eagerly joined in singing along – perhaps mostly to drown out Mitch's somewhat brassy voice. Nevertheless, it infused a great deal of joy and a festive atmosphere.

Shortly after, Auston made his entrance, passionately belting out his persistant favourite Queen song, swiftly followed by the duo's performance of "Living On a Prayer" by John Bon Jovi.

Amid chuckles and hearty laughter, Julia couldn't resist leaning into Charlie.

"I swear, there might be a murder tonight if they butcher any more iconic songs," she joked, trying to make herself heard over the loud music.

"Don't worry, I have a way to silence him," Charlie offered a playful wink, sporting a huge smirk, which made Julia burst into laughter.

"Charlie! Get down girl,” she teased her friend. “But shit, I hope the walls here are soundproofed, because this hotel is going to be echoing with a lot of sex tonight."

"Count yourself lucky that you and Willy have your own suite."

"Oh, I definitely am."

And just as the girls had recovered from their laughter and banter, their names were announced for the next song.

"What?" They both exclaimed in surprise.

"Come on, you didn't think you could escape without showcasing another one of your ABBA performances?" Auston cheekily shouted across the room.

The girls simply shook their heads, grinning, and made their way to the small stage.

Naturally, they had to put on a show. And as the music began and the lyrics flashed on the screen, there was no holding back.

My, my At Waterloo, Napoleon did surrender Oh, yeah And I have met my destiny in quite a similar way The history book on the shelf Is always repeating itself

The crowd erupted in cheers and joined in singing along enthusiastically.

Waterloo I was defeated, you won the war Waterloo Promise to love you forevermore Waterloo Couldn't escape if I wanted to Waterloo Knowing my fate is to be with you Wa-Wa-Wa-Wa-Waterloo Finally facing my Waterloo

William couldn’t help but smile as he watched his newfound love confidently singing her heart out alongside her friend in front of his team and closest friends.

The way she shone and sparkled like a star mesmerised him, reinforcing his belief that she could potentially be the one for him. Which was a feeling he never imagined he'd experience quite like this.

My, my I tried to hold you back, but you were stronger Oh, yeah And now it seems my only chance is giving up the fight And how could I ever refuse I feel like I win when I lose

Nobody had ever evoked the emotions she did in him; that was one thing he was certain of. He wasn't just deeply in love with her; she had also become his closest friend over time, which made her someone he could confide in, relax with, and be completely himself around. With Julia, he didn’t need to pretend or put on any facades, ever.

Waterloo I was defeated, you won the war Waterloo Promise to love you for ever more Waterloo Couldn't escape if I wanted to Waterloo Knowing my fate is to be with you Wa-Wa-Wa-Wa-Waterloo Finally facing my Waterloo

Applause filled the room as the girls stood proudly in their New Year's attire, delivering the final lyrics in perfect harmony. Nothing could have been more fitting to conclude the evening than a hearty song among friends.

And as Julia descended from the stage, she was greeted with a smug William on the other side of the room. However, just as she was about to wrap her arms around him, another Swedish voice interrupted.

"Wow, JJ – you're getting quite good at that, huh?" Rasmus chimed in as he came to join them.

Julia couldn’t help but smile. "Well, I've been practising, just to impress you, Sandin," she chuckled in response, followed by teasing remarks from the rest of the Swedes.

"It’s good to see that you’re already embracing the Swedish culture," Calle added with a smile. “It might just be your near future.”

"Easy lads, let’s just slow it down a tad,” she laughed. "I mean, I'm Danish, so I can't just go against my roots, right?" She flashed them all a sweet smile and a playful wink, earning great chuckles from them all.

And amidst the friendly banter, William couldn’t help but add in his own remark.

“Don’t’ worry guys, I think there's plenty of time to change her mind.”

The banter carried on for a little longer while more players took turns on the stage, belting out their best renditions of classic karaoke hits.

However, as the room gradually began to clear out, William held onto Julia tightly, leaning in to softly whisper into her ear.

"So, want to get out of here?" he said in a rather seductive tone of voice, sending a shiver down her spine.

His warm breath against her delicate earlobe and his hand resting on her waist stirred a sense of eagerness within her, making her curious to discover what he had in mind. Lightly biting her lower lip, she glanced up at him and nodded gently.

"I've got a room," she smirked, satisfaction evident in her expression, and with that cue, he grabbed her hand tightly, swiftly leading her out of the hotel venue and towards the lift across the lobby.

As they pressed the round button, illuminating it, both waited with anticipation for the bell to ring. And William, gripping Julia's waist firmly, couldn't contain his excitement.

However, just as they stepped into the lift, about to embrace each other in another passionate kiss, more people entered, joining them for the upward journey. And Julia couldn't help but chuckle at the slight disappointment on William's face.

"Don't worry, just a few more minutes, love," she whispered as she nestled closer to him.

And with a smirk appearing on his lips, he leaned down to her ear once again.

"Baby, I've been waiting for four months already - can’t do much more.”

Another shiver coursed down Julia’s spine as impatience also began to build within her. It had been far too long since she'd been intimate with a man, but what made it better was that she was now with someone she truly desired.

Feeling a bit playful, she subtly slid her hand to lightly brush against the crotch of William’s dress trousers, only to be surprised by the larger bulge she encountered compared to how his suit typically fit in that area.

"So, I can tell," she whispered seductively.

By the third ring of the bell, both of them released deep sighs as they promptly exited the lift and hurried down the hall towards Julia’s room. And with a click following the key card swipe, they entered the room and were immediately ensnared in a passionate kiss, shedding William’s blazer.

Yet, in that brief moment, Julia sensed a hint of nervousness. For months, she and William had exchanged banter, jokes, flirtatious moments, and shared both soft and vulnerable times. And now here they were, back where it all began, engaged in an intimate kiss, on the verge of undressing each other and sharing their most private and intimate selves.

Sensing Julia’s slight hesitance, William tenderly ended the kiss and cradled her face in his hands, resting his forehead against hers.

"You alright?" he whispered, and she simply nodded.

Because there was really no doubt in her mind that this was what she desired. What she yearned for.

Breaking away for a brief moment, William gently took her hand and led her to stand in front of the bed.

In the soft glow of the dimmed room, he carefully gathered all her hair to one side before planting delicate kisses along the exposed skin of her neck. His soft, pouty lips against her, trailing over her neck, and further over her shoulder, where he with one finger, gently removed the fabric of her dress.

Julia couldn't help but release soft moans, surrendering herself to his touch.

Mirroring his actions on the other side, he used his other hand to remove her dress from her remaining shoulder, still continuing to place delicate kisses as he let the black fabric cascade down and settle on her hips.

Then returning his lips to hers, he passionately engaged in a deep kiss, intertwining their tongues, sharing their breath. Meanwhile, his gentle fingers made their way to her back, swiftly unfastening the clasp of her strapless bra. And as the undergarment fell to the ground, exposing her bare breasts, his hands tenderly cupped them, offering a gentle massage while he continued to kiss her fervently.

Breaking the kiss, both panting for air, William couldn’t help but offer a faint smile as he softly whispered, “So fucking stunning.”

With a smile of her own, Julia released a light breath as he continued to massage her breasts, delicately pinching her nipple.

William’s lips departed from her neck, embarking on a journey downward. He traced a trail from her neck to her collarbone, gradually moving southwards to focus first on one breast and nipple, then bestowing gentle attention on the other.

Ensuring equal devotion to each, he then slowly traced his path down her body while kneeling, planting kisses along the way. His lips descended to her belly button, halting just before the fabric of her dress.

Sinking to his knees, he gazed up at her with a smug expression, while she bit her lip in anticipation.

Simultaneously, he delicately hooked his fingers on her dress, gradually pulling it down until it gathered by her heels, revealing her black, alluring thong. And after a brief pause, during which they shared an intimate moment, he tenderly kissed the thin fabric covering her heat, prompting a soft moan to escape her lips as her hands found their way into his hair.

Very gently he bit his teeth through the fabric, before his fingers once again found a hem, and pulling down her last piece of clothing, leaving her completely bare in front of him. While holding his hands onto her hips, William’s mouth found its way back to her core, and paid attention to her soft folds, licking her up between the lips before he began to gently suck on her pulsating clit.

“Fuck, Willy,” Julia moaned, as the man kneeled in front of her, passionately sucked and licked her needy cunt. She couldn’t help but lean a little forward as deep breaths came from her mouth, her head completely hazed by pleasure.

With a smirk William hummed into her core, earning yet another moan, as he could tell she’d shut her eyes closed, and her legs starting to tremble in his palms. Her grip on his hair signalled that she was getting close, and he had every intention of pushing her over the edge.

And he didn’t need to do all that much.

“Willy I-“ she could barely finish the sentence, as the work of William’s mouth, finally send those intense vibrations through body, causing her muscles to tightened and her legs to lightly squirm under his touch, as she arched her body, threw her head back, and reached an intense orgasm.

Offering a few gentle licks, he helped Julia through her rush.

And after placing a final delicate kiss on her centre, William, with a contented grin, stood up from his position and positioned himself in front of her. "You taste so good, baby," he murmured softly, before drawing her closer with a hand on her head, indulging her in a kiss that allowed her to taste her own juices.

As they parted from the kiss, Julia couldn't help but smile.

"It's not fair; I'm the only one undressed here," she whispered affectionately.

And with a smile appearing on his lips, William took a small step back and began to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt. Simultaneously, Julia skilfully undid his belt and unzipped his trousers. She then delicately caressed his hard member through the fabric of his boxers, prompting a slight moan to escape from his lips.

Left only in his boxers, she fixed him with a penetrating gaze, casting a glance at his noticeable bulge before meeting his eyes again, sensually running her tongue over her lips. However, William simply shook his head faintly.

"I want to feel you around me," he murmured, running his fingers through her blonde hair, lightly caressing her soft cheek.

And with a gentle smile on her face, she opted instead to gracefully position herself on the bed, lying on her back while maintaining eye contact with William. Still wearing a smirk, he then knelt between her legs, delicately cradling one of her feet in his hands, skilfully removing her stiletto, and tenderly kissing her ankle before gently placing it down on the mattress. He then repeated the same gesture with her other foot and ankle.

His hands glided smoothly up her legs, past her thighs, with one hand gently caressing her tattoo, before, he positioned himself over her, assuming the missionary position. Leaning in for a kiss, he used his right hand to guide the tip of his throbbing cock to her entrance, initiating a gentle push into her warm, deep core. And as her walls enveloped his full length, both of them couldn't help but emit loud moans of pleasure.

And when he was balls deep inside her heat, William let out a light breath.

"Fuck... I forgot how tight you feel," he murmured softly, relishing the tightness around his cock.

Julia tenderly cupped his face, her fingers once again entwined in his hair, drawing him down for a passionate kiss.

William then slowly pulled out and pushed back in, gently rocking his hips to find a satisfying rhythm. Sensing him deeply within her, Julia raised her legs slightly, experiencing the tip of his member stimulating that highly sensitive spot, as her heels lightly pressing into his lower back.

The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, a mix of romance and sensuality.

It was like all the memories of their first night came flooding back, however, this time, it was much better. This time, it wasn’t just about the satisfaction of sex. This time, it was also about that intimate, vulnerable and shared connection they’d found between each other.

With every thrust, every deep breath, every moan, and every kiss, it was sharing the deep feelings they both held inside of them. The love and care they had for each other, and the desire to be together for the future.

William maintained a steady rhythm with his hips, that had them both feel the build up to their climaxes. His cock began to twitch within her, sensing her gentle clenching as she started to experience the familiar wave of pleasure building in her lower abdomen.

"Harder, Willy," Julia moaned, her fingers gripping his hair tighter, urging him on. Responding to her plea, William intensified his movements, strengthening every muscle in his arms, the pendant around his neck swinging against his chest. His thrusts grew more forceful, the sound of their skin meeting echoed in the room, accompanied by louder moans that filled the air, both hoping that there was no one in the neighbouring room. Because they were not holding back.

Then with his right hand, he moved it to rub her sensitive bud of nerves, helping her to reach that much needed climax, as he could feel himself coming closer to his own.

Sweat glistering from his skin, as he increased his speed once more, and Julia’s hands moved to the back of his shoulders, uncontrollably digging her nails into his skin in mere pleasure.

“Yes, I’m gonna,” she moaned out louder than before, feeling the sense of rush flooding through her veins. “Willy, I’m gonna come.”

“Fuck, baby come for me…” his hips slammed harder into her, passionately and roughly fucking her through her orgasm, as she tightly clenched his twitching cock. “Fuck baby! Yes!” William groaned as he withdrew his hand away from her clit, and grabbed onto the headboard of the bed, as he forcefully thrusted a few more times; and with loud grunt, he reached his orgasm, intensely releasing himself into her core, painting her walls white with his liquids.

While panting, and trying their best to catch their breaths, they both slowly came down from their highs, and out of euphoria. Still remaining in the position, they shared smiles and light kisses, as they gathered strength to gently untangle from each other. With care, William pulled himself out of Julia, and came to rest next to her, propping an arm behind his head as he lay on his back.

Their faces lit up with smiles as they gazed into the empty space of the room, then turned to each other, sharing light chuckles. Not because it was funny, but rather the sheer joy of having finally surrendered to their mutual desires and long-craved intimacy.

"Four months, huh... worth the wait," Julia quipped, breaking the silence, eliciting another chuckle from William.

"Maybe, but let's not wait that long for the next round," he remarked, his racing heartbeat gradually calming as his breathing returned to a steady rhythm.

"Agreed," Julia replied with a simple smile. She then shifted onto her side, resting her head on her arm and leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on William's lips.

Once again, they shared a tender moment, with William delicately caressing Julia's cheek while locking eyes with her.

The room was enveloped in silence, filled with the lingering scent of passionate lovemaking and sweaty bodies. Only the faint sounds from the hallway penetrated the air, as they both lay there, gazing intensely at each other. Several minutes passed before William then broke the comfortable silence.

“Why did we wait so long?” he timidly asked, prompting Julia to take in a deep breath before speaking softly.

“Because we weren’t ready,” she offered him a sweet smile. “You weren’t considering a relationship, and I… was just a mess.”

William nodded gently feeling satisfied with her heartfelt, honest response, before he spoke again.

"Want to join me for a shower?" he inquired with a faint smirk, and Julia merely responded with a sweet smile and a nod.

“You just go ahead, I’ll join you in a minute,” she spoke with a timid voice, and after he placed a gentle kiss on her lips, William got up from the bed and made his way to the bathroom, while Julia lay still for a short moment, as she felt like she had to collect her thoughts. It had been much like their first night together, but just way better.

They’d shared their mutual feelings, a New Year’s kiss, followed by a heated round of passionate sex filled with genuine intimacy and a deep connection.

Letting out a satisfied sigh, she then rose from the sheets and walked to join William who was already enjoying the warmth if the water.

Julia stood still for a moment, just taking in the man before her. His gorgeous muscular body, the hair covering his chest, as the water cascaded down his almost, slightly tanned skin.

“Are you joining me, or just enjoying the view?” he chuckled as he saw Julia’s intense stare, prompting her to shake her head.

“What wrong with enjoying the view?” she chuckled as she stepped in to join him under the warm water, standing closely to his body, as he wrapped his hands around her waist, and she rested hers on his chest.

“There’s nothing wrong with it, but you’ll have plenty of chances to see this handsome body and face,” William smirked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Is that so?" Julia chuckled in response. "Well, I do have four months of catching up to do."

She embraced his neck, leaning up on her toes to share another kiss before returning to her heels.

“Hm, that’s not entirely true - I believe I saw you ogling me a few times,” William teased.

“Perhaps, but you did the same with me.”

“Oh, I definitely did.”

As the morning light filtered in, Julia stirred awake to the persistent ringing of her alarm. Suspecting William might forget to set his, she had set it herself before the champagne and countdown last night.

And after taking a few moments to admire the naked figure beside her, she then quietly slipped out of bed and made her way to the bathroom for a quick refresh.

Knowing they had to check out of the hotel soon, most of the ladies were planning to have breakfast together – provided they could coax their partners out of bed.

However, like the ever-sleepy Swede he was, William seemed firmly lost in dreamland, and Julia couldn't help but stifle a light chuckle upon returning to the room. William lay half-covered by the sheets, with half of his bum peeking out, and so, she paused for a moment, taking in how the sport he played definitely helped sculpturing his physique.

"That ass," she thought, appreciating the view before gently made her way to the bed.

Seated beside him, she gently caressed the side of his face, eliciting a loud grunt as he shifted in his sleep, rolling onto his back, revealing a noticeable morning wood.

Julia couldn't help but let out a chuckle at the sight before her. Lightly biting her lip, she mused on the thoughts that often come to mind when one sees their attractive partner in such a state.

And so, she decided to give into temptations.

Placing herself with a knee on each side on his leg, she started to kiss up his inner thigh very gently stroking his member with her hand. Carefully, she then began to place small kiss on his swollen testicles offering firmer strokes.

William started to shift in his sleep, small grunting noises escaping his lips, and Julia couldn’t help but smirk into his skin, as his leg started lightly trembling underneath her.

With confident, she then slowly made her way further up, starting ti gently lick the tip of his cock prompting him to moan a little in his sleep. Yet, she could sense that he was slowly come awake by her touch, only urging her to continue.

Gently, she wrapped her lips around his throbbing cock, and slowly she began to take him further in and down her throat, coating his length with saliva, as she moved her head up and down.

William felt a deep sense of pleasure, as he slowly drifted out if his deep sleep, and arousal was filling his body, prompting him to open his eyes, blinking a few times.

Looking slightly down his body, he saw the beautiful woman he’d fallen asleep next to during the night, seductively taking his cock into her mouth, while looking lustfully up at him.

With a smirk adorning her face, Julia kept bopping her head, swallowing William’s length as much as she could while working the rest with her hand. The moans that escaped his sweet, pink lips, only urged her to keep going and speed up.

“Yes, baby, keep going,” he managed to speak in between moans as he could feel a climax building up.

Julia understood the message and increased the intensity of her work. Feeling his thigh muscles twitching, she knew it wouldn’t take much longer, and so she eagerly strived to give him what she thought he deserved the most right now, his release.

Bopping her head, a little more, feeling her saliva drooling down his length, she could feel his hips lightly moving along to her rhythm. And with heavy breaths coming from the man above her, she tasted the sweet pre-cum before his moans became louder, forming into deep grunts, as came to his climax and spilled his seed deep down a throat.

“Fuck….” William groaned, as he once again had reached a high accompanied by Julia and her skilfully mouth. “Shit, baby, that was amazing,” he breathed out, as Julia seductively licked her lips and came to rest on his chest, a satisfied smile creeping on to her lips.

“You enjoyed that?”

“Enjoyed it?” William chuckled. “I could fucking get used to being woken up like this.”

The two of them shared a hearty moment of laughter, as William slowly came down from his high, and looked a Julia with lovingly eyes.

“Let’s just agree that it’s for special occasions,” she smiled, leaning up to place a gentle kiss on his lips, locking their eyes, as they melted into another soft moment of intimacy.

“I’ll look forward to it,” he chuckled lightly.

A few seconds passed as they lay there feeling the rush of lust for each other, embracing the love between them, and sharing every intimate part of themselves.

“Godt nytår, Willy.” (Happy New Year, Willy) Julia spoke in a soft tone of voice.

“Gott nytt år, JJ.” (Happy New Year, JJ)

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