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[count-on-mi]

Mommy's little Boy Part 2 (Tzuyu)

My body has recently entered puberty, my hormones are surging, and I have strong sexual urges every day. As the only woman in the family, My mum, Tzuyu naturally became the object of my desire. Although our mother-son relationship is close, I still feel a little embarrassed to ask my mother to take care of my physical needs.

But every time I have an erection, Tzuyu will still considerately help me solve the problem. She would gently hold my penis with her soft hands and move it up and down slowly and rhythmically until I ejaculated on her hand. Tzuyu's technique is very skillful and she can give me the ultimate pleasure every time.

"Mom, I'm hard again..." I called softly in the room. Soon, the door opened and Tzuyu walked in with a glass of hot milk.

She sat next to me gently, stretched out her little hand and groped in my crotch for a while, and found the erect bulge without any error. I immediately felt a numbing current spread from my lower body to my whole body, and I almost screamed with pleasure.

"It's so good, Mom, you really know how to play..." I moaned, enjoying the pleasure brought by Tzuyu's nimble fingers.

A shy blush appeared on Tzuyu's face, but she still served me wholeheartedly. Soon, I sprayed a large stream of thick white turbidity into her delicate palm, letting out a low growl of satisfaction.

Tzuyu took out a few tissues to wipe the liquid on her hands, with a doting smile on her face: "If you need it in the future, remember to tell mom~"

Since I got Tzuyu's "help", I have become more and more eager for her body, and the frequency of erections is as high as several times a day. Although Tzuyu was initially worried about whether my body could handle it, she could not refuse my requests.

Gradually, Tzuyu completely let go of her bottom line at my request. At first she would serve me in her underwear, but soon she couldn't resist my begging. She stripped naked and knelt in front of me, using her naked breasts and thighs to rub me to orgasm one after another.

Tzuyu's soft skin slid across my crotch, arousing waves of pleasure. I couldn't help but knead her round and erect nipples. Tzuyu groaned, but she focused more on swallowing my cock. Soon I reached climax with a long cry, and poured all the white fluid into Tzuyu's little mouth.

"Mom, you are so powerful...I will not be willing to cum until I cum in your mouth..." I gasped, watching the way Tzuyu's throat squirmed.

Tzuyu wiped away the spilled residue from the corner of her mouth and gently stroked my chest: "Good boy, of course mommy will give you the best things~ Just tell me where you want to ejaculate in the future."

"Hmm... I want to cum underneath you..." I couldn't help but fantasize, looking at Tzuyu's pink petals glowing with water, just waiting for me to come.

Tzuyu was shocked after hearing this, and then blushed: "How is this possible! We are mother and son..."

"But mom, you can even let me penetrate your mouth..." I said aggrievedly, and inserted my fingers into Tzuyu's vagina, feeling the moisture and tightness inside.

Tzuyu bit her lip, obviously there was a war in her heart.

Tzuyu was silent for a moment, and finally made up her mind: "Baby, I know you are in full swing right now, but I really can't accept letting you go in there... That's mommy's final bottom line."

I was eclipsed, but Tzuyu immediately added: "But apart from there, mom can let you play anywhere else... just like now..."

After saying that, Tzuyu moved her body and opened her two plump thighs in an M shape, with the pink petals clearly visible. My eyes lit up, and I immediately leaned down and hugged Tzuyu's thigh and started sucking hard.

Tzuyu screamed, her slender fingers embedded deeply into the sheets, letting me use the tip of my tongue to wreak havoc on her sensitive clitoris. Soon, the sparkling love juice flowed out from Tzuyu's lower body and wet my lips and tongue.

"Ahhh... good son... you lick mommy so well... go a little deeper... yes... right there..." Tzuyu kept moaning, my lips and tongue were in her private parts Lingering, bringing wave after wave of climax.

When Tzuyu's screams gradually subsided, I raised my head and saw that Tzuyu's pussy was already covered in mud. I eagerly held my cock and pressed it between Tzuyu's thighs.

Tzuyu seemed to understand my intention and hurriedly stopped me: "Wait...you can’t put it in!"

"Don't worry, I'll only fuck your thighs." I replied with a smirk, then straightened my waist and pushed my penis deep into Tzuyu's soft thigh flesh.

"Oh——" I gasped, this feeling was more refreshing than I imagined. Tzuyu's thighs are white and tender, with a delicate and smooth skin surface, but the inner muscles are elastic, wrapping my body tightly. With every thrust, Tzuyu would moan softly, the sound that sounded like pain but not painful was sultry.

"Baby...slow down...mom's leg is going to be broken..." Tzuyu begged, but I didn't care, and speeded up my movements, only focusing on my own pleasure.

Seeing that the she could not stop me, Tzuyu simply gave up resistance and concentrated on clamping the roots of her thighs. I immediately felt an unprecedented sense of oppression. Tzuyu 's thigh flesh was like a living thing, tightly wrapping my penis in it. With every thrust, I screamed out in pleasure and almost burst out between Tzuyu's thighs.

At the same time, my glans was rubbing against Tzuyu's labia again and again. The two petals were already wet with my semen, and now they were like two thick flesh lips adsorbed on my front, making me even more excited.

"Ah - Mom, you are really good at playing..." I yelled in a daze, while Tzuyu was trembling with my impact. More honey flowed out of her vagina and wetted our intercourse parts.

The feeling of being wrapped in her clit made me crazy. I grabbed Tzuyu's ankles and pulled her legs further apart. Tzuyu understood, she let out a sweet cry and clamped her thighs tightly, trapping my whole body inside. All my weight was focusing on the clone. I was so happy that I raised my head and let out a long sigh.

Tzuyu's thighs were like a tight paradise, tightly wrapping my penis, and every inch of the texture was rubbing against the most sensitive parts. The position of my glans was just stuck between Tzuyu's slightly open petals. Every time I straightened my waist, it rubbed against her most private entrance.

"Mom, you are really good at playing... If you keep going like this, I will cum all over your legs..." I tried my best to hold myself up so as not to be squeezed too tightly by Tzuyu's thighs and cause me to climax directly.

But Tzuyu smiled proudly as if she had been praised: "Isn't that exactly what you want? Good boy, keep fucking mom's thighs..."

After saying that, Tzuyu tightened her thighs again, and my penis was trapped in them and there was no way to escape. Tzuyu's petals kept squeezing my glans, and my tips soon secreted precum, which mixed with Tzuyu's honey, making our intercourse smoother.

"Oh - I'm going to die... Mom, your clit sucks me so much... deeper... I want to fuck them all in..." I thrust wildly, attacking again and again. The whole tips was swallowed by Tzuyu 's clit.

Tzuyu also followed my movements and swung her waist, cooperating with me to fuck her thighs. Her juice flowed non-stop, soaking the sheets.

I was so stimulated by Tzuyu's soft thighs that I lost my mind. I raised my waist and pushed deeper again and again. My glans kept rubbing against Tzuyu's clitoris and sex center, eliciting sweet moans from her.

Tzuyu's thighs seemed to have a life of their own, tightly clinging to my body. Whenever I pulled out, Tzuyu would relax a little, and then she would tighten when I thrust in. The contrast brought me so much pleasure that I was soon on the verge of ejaculation.

"Mom... I'm about to cum... loosen up a little..." I gasped and begged for mercy, but Tzuyu smiled coquettishly and squeezed her thighs tighter: "Cum... cum all over Mom. On the legs..."

I fucked Tzuyu's thighs like crazy. Every time my glans connected with Tzuyu's petals, a deadly wave of pleasure swept through my body. I don't even need to actually penetrate Tzuyu's pussy, just relying on this position can give me supreme pleasure.

Tzuyu felt the cock between her thighs begin to twitch, and she immediately understood that I was about to cum. Instead of relaxing, she clamped her thighs tighter, vowing to squeeze me dry until every drop was left.

"Baby son... don't mommy's thighs feel so good... you are just a little bit close to being able to penetrate mommy's real hole... Do you want to try it?" Tzuyu teased me wildly, then such obscene language directly pushed me to bliss.

My sanity finally completely collapsed at this moment. I grabbed Tzuyu's buttocks and thrust hard. Every time I thrust in, My tips was fully swallowed by her clit. Tzuyu 's labia were stretched to the maximum by my penis, and the pink petals almost turned white under the rapid friction.

"Ah... I'm going to cum... Mom, you're so good at sucking... I'm going to... Oh - I'm going to cum... Mommy, I'm going to cum -" I stiffened and yelled At the climax, Tzuyu's thighs clamped down on me, and my penis exploded in her thighs. White hot water spurted out from the eyes, all of which ejaculated on Tzuyu's body.

"Mommy...I cum for you..." I was exhausted and fell on Tzuyu's body. Tzuyu felt my orgasm and tightened her grip even more, making my ejaculation last longer. She stroked my sweaty back, and at the same time teased me verbally: "Baby... you fuck me so much that I'm so satisfied... cum more... fill mommy's legs..."

These words directly hit my vitality. I was so happy that my whole body was shaking, and the amount of ejaculation was far greater than usual. Tzuyu 's thighs were soon covered with my semen, and some even seeped into her petals.

Tzuyu laughed and let me cum all over her thighs and belly. She wiped some of the white turbidity with her fingers and put it in her mouth, savoring my taste.

"Baby son, mommy drank your milk, it's so delicious~" Tzuyu said, looking at me with seductive eyes. My penis that had not yet faded became hard again under her sight. It seemed that there were more good shows to be performed tonight...

I looked at Tzuyu, her expression was both intoxicated and proud, as if everything that just happened was just a trivial game. A ridiculous idea came to my mind, so I raised my penis again and pressed it against Tzuyu's thigh.

Tzuyu's eyes widened in surprise, and I couldn't wait to start thrusting. The penis I had just ejaculated was still very sensitive, and Tzuyu's thighs were so beautiful, I was quickly aroused again.

"Baby...you still want to come?" Tzuyu was a little flattered, and then she smiled very charmingly: "Then mom will play with you to the end..."

Tzuyu tightened her thighs again, and we seemed to be in an endless obscene game.

I grabbed Tzuyu's waist and thrust hard, as if I wanted to crush her under my penis. Tzuyu was knocked forward and backward by my offensive, and her breasts kept shaking in front of her chest. Her clit was also crushed by me again and again, causing more honey to flow out.

"Ah...baby...you are too cruel...Mom can't bear it anymore..." Tzuyu gasped and grabbed my arms with both hands for support. However, her legs tightened tighter and tighter, as if she wanted to completely confine my penis between her legs.

My scalp was numb from the stimulation of Tzuyu's tight legs, and a trace of precum leaked out of my tips again. I knew I was on the verge of losing control and could only sprint harder to reach climax as quickly as possible.

"Mommy, I'm almost there... Your legs squeeze me so much..." I groaned, my waist twitched a few times for the last time, and then my penis twitched, and I ejaculated a thick white fluid.

Tzuyu felt my ejaculation and actually increased the strength of her legs, as if she wanted to squeeze out the last drop of my essence. I roared, reaching an unprecedented peak of bliss, and my whole body went limp, except for my clone, which was still as hard as iron and embedded between Tzuyu's legs.

We stayed in this position, Tzuyu gently stroking my hair with a doting smile on her lips. Her legs were already covered with my bodily fluids, and the white turbidity mixed with her own vaginal fluids formed an extremely lustful picture.

Tzuyu held my face and kissed my lips. The tip of her tongue slipped into my mouth and swam around like a little snake. "Good baby... Mom is very satisfied... Your performance is even better than before..." Tzuyu licked the saliva from the corner of my mouth, her tone full of doting.

I kissed Tzuyu back and wrapped my arms around her neck. My fingers searched her back and soon found her anus. I pressed it as if to be a prank, causing Tzuyu to exclaim.

"You bad boy! Don't touch there..." Tzuyu was ashamed and angry, but the next second she was blocked by another passionate kiss from me.

I grabbed Tzuyu's hips and turned her over to face me. Tzuyu lay down knowingly and opened her legs wide, revealing the petals inside that were red from my fucking. There was a hunger in her eyes, expecting me to take her again. She seems forget about she is not allowing me to enter her.

I held my penis and pressed it against Tzuyu's entrance. Under Tzuyu 's gaze, he slowly pushed in, feeling the tightness and moisture in her cavity. It’s the first time I entered my mum, and the heat and tight nearly get me cum instantly.

"Hmm...slow down...it's too thick..." Tzuyu bit her lip and moaned, looking at me with surrender written all over her eyes.

I leaned down and kissed Tzuyu, my penis going deeper into her body. It wasn't until I was completely submerged that I raised my head and saw that Tzuyu had closed her eyes in confusion.

"Baby... move..." Tzuyu invited enthusiastically. I couldn't bear it anymore and immediately started to play with her pussy aggressively.

My penis quickly shuttled in and out of Tzuyu 's honey hole, reaching the deepest point every time. Tzuyu 's whole body trembled due to my impact, and her heart kept secreting new nectar.

"Hmm... baby... go deeper... I'm going to be penetrated by you..." Tzuyu moaned wildly, hooking her legs around my waist and rocking her hips back and forth in line with my progress.

I was so aroused by Tzuyu's wild performance that I lost my mind and fucked her pussy even harder. Tzuyu 's body was warm and wet, tightly wrapping around my body. A large amount of clear mucus leaked from the place where our genitals met, soaking the sheets underneath her.

"Mom...you know how to suck...I'm going to cum..." I gasped and growled. After hearing this, Tzuyu accelerated her hips, and her pussy kept squirming, as if she wants to squeeze me dry.

"Then cum... cum all for mommy..." Tzuyu 's eyes were confused, and her lips were soaked with her own body fluids. I couldn't bear it anymore, so I suddenly increased my speed, and with one final hard blow, my penis was buried deeply inside Tzuyu, and at the same time, white turbidity surged out, completely filling her cervix.

Tzuyu felt my ejaculation, her whole body stiffened, and then she shuddered like a spasm. She screamed loudly, reaching the highest peak of lust. The two of us climbed to the top together, the aftermath of our climax lingering for a long time.

After the climax, I held Tzuyu in my arms and lay on the bed with her. Tzuyu 's fingers still stayed on my back garden, as if exploring some novel territory.

"Baby... you are such a genius... you bring mommy unexpected surprises every time..." Tzuyu whispered in my ear, and I felt a sense of pride well up after hearing it.

I kissed Tzuyu's neck and stretched my hands to her breasts. Soon, Tzuyu's nipples stood erect in the palm of my hand. My fingers twisted the two sensitive protrusions from time to time, causing Tzuyu to gasp softly.

"Baby... don't... Mom was about to die just now... Let mom take a rest now..." Tzuyu begged, but I knew she was not satisfied yet.

I turned over and pressed on Tzuyu, with my once more erect penis pressed against her entrance. Tzuyu was taken aback, but quickly faced me resignedly.

"Then let mommy see... what else my little boy is capable of..." Tzuyu smiled seductively. I couldn't hold it in any longer and penetrated her hard.

We started another round of passionate sex and fell asleep late at night.

Since that affair with Tzuyu at home, the erotic relationship between us has become increasingly widespread. Whenever my father was not at home, Tzuyu would always find various excuses to pull me to her room, and then she could not wait to unbutton my pants, and use her charming little mouth and hands to push me to the peak of bliss.

Even when my father was at home, Tzuyu would take the opportunity to tease me, such as secretly touching my inner thighs with her hands, or blowing and whispering in my ear to make me hard. Whenever this happens, I can't help but push Tzuyu down on the bed and cum everything for her.

Gradually, I found that my body was increasingly unable to bear Tzuyu's enthusiasm. I often felt pain in my back and lacked physical strength.

Tzuyu didn't seem to be aware of my physical troubles. Whenever she had a chance, she would grab me and ask me to help her reach climax. Several times I woke up in the middle of the night and found myself covered in Tzuyu's bodily fluids, and the sheets were in a mess.

But every time I face Tzuyu's temptation, I can't refuse her, because her body is the strongest aphrodisiac to me. A look from her could turn me on, a whisper from her could arouse my lust. I fell deeply into this twisted lust. I knew it was an immoral relationship, but I couldn't extricate myself, and I can give everything for her.

"Baby... Mommy wants you again... Come and help mommy vent her lust..." Tzuyu's voice was charming and sweet, and my penis instantly became engorged with blood and stood straight up.

"Mom...I've ejaculated several times today...my body just can't take it anymore..." I begged with a wry smile, but my hands began to caress Tzuyu's breasts involuntarily.

"Then let mom see how powerful my little baby is..." Tzuyu smiled and opened her legs, revealing her already wet private parts.

My reason completely collapsed at this moment, and only animal desires dominated all my actions. I rushed forward and got entangled with Tzuyu,

"Baby...come on...Mom is about to climax again..." Tzuyu twisted her waist, kneading her breasts with one hand, and thrusting into my backcourt with the other.

"Mom...wait a minute...I just cum..." I gasped and begged, but Tzuyu ignored my pleas and just urged me to penetrate her pussy again.

I could only reluctantly follow the instructions and enter Tzuyu's body again. The two of us are entangled together, as if there is only each other left in the world, and everything else has nothing to do with us.

[jymwahuwu]

I wish to bite down on Sunday's wings. Not eat but just take a little nibble. Is he like a plushie? I want to find out without any malicious intent, simply just curiosity. But I know he will not accept unprovoked biting. A muzzle comes around in turn. Mission is not successful, he may be sensitive in regards to his wings and will not accept it. Maybe.

Would Jing Yuan accept unprovoked biting or will there also be a muzzle in turn? Would it even hurt him? Just a little nibble? He has tough skin due to his years of sword fighting so surely he can stand it, right? Will he compare you to a kitten if you bite? An animal who's just testing out the waters. Imagine him giving you a chew toy if you bite too much or if he is busy. Will biting his chess pieces be good? Maybe as long as you don't swallow them.

-Anon who just accidentally bit their tongue to the point of bleeding because their canines are too sharp 😔

Nonny, your teeth are so sharp!! I hope you are fine and not in much pain Q-Q

As for your question, I think Sunday will think it's you challenging him, while Jing Yuan will think you're cute >//<

"Awwo!" You bit the wing behind Sunday's ear. A throbbing and excitement flowed through his skin, and his wings were a little itchy even with the gentle breeze caressing them, let alone your bite?

Ignoring some aroused desire, Sunday frowned, grabbing your cheeks with his hands and moving you out from behind his ears. He used some strength, your cheeks were squeezed, your mouth opened, and your watery eyes looked at him aggrievedly, as if you were innocent.

"What's wrong? Why did you bite me suddenly?"

"I just-just wanted to try it out…I didn't use any force…" You explained carefully.

He narrowed his eyes and placed his fingers on the tip of your tongue. Those fingers thrust in and out of your mouth, abusing your mouth for "no reason" for several minutes before using the thumbs of both hands to expand the sides of your mouth. You whimpered and squirmed uncomfortably.

"Is this fun?" he asked again.

"N-no…" Your tongue and mouth are still under control, and you can only produce some simple responses.

"I'll give you a gag and you'll have to wear it for the next half day. I'll use your reaction to evaluate the next steps."

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"Awwo!" You bit the general on the shoulder, then bit his cheek, arm, etc… Jing Yuan was amused by you and blocked it with one hand. His hand pressed against your forehead. "Um, what's wrong with you? What happened?" "No, I just want to bite you!" You avoided his hand and instead drilled on his broad chest.

"No, not there." His voice was deeper and hoarse.

You whined in frustration, Jing Yuan lifted your chin and kissed your lips, "Cute, like a kitten." Your eyes lit up…

"…But still No. No. I still have things to do." He glanced at the official documents on the table. You pouted, laying your upper body on his desk and sighing.

Jing Yuan reviewed the documents for a few minutes, then glanced at you from the corner of his eye, and took out a toy from the drawer for you to bite and grind your teeth on. His hand gently patted your back.

[lexsssu]

Same (Grima!Robin)

TAGS: Grima(M)!Robin/Dragoness!reader, enemies to lovers, heats/ruts, dirty talk, smut, oneshot Ao3 ver.

“Am I really so interesting you must pester me?”

That was the first sentence Grima had ever directed at you, which you replied to by narrowing your eyes at him as shining gold clashed with blazing red. You’d think that seeing as you both were Fell Dragons there would be a certain kinship between you despite coming from completely different worlds.

Sadly, you didn’t expect how surly and simply aggravating he was to be with when you only wanted to form a friendship with him. 

With a huff, your great wings appeared from your back and flew you away from the irritable god, intending to play with the dragon children instead or even enjoy a cup of tea with Corrin & Kamui.

Grima’s crimson eyes glowed in the dark as he stared at your receding back, a faint tugging sensation in his chest making itself known the moment you were a fair distance away from him.

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“You are a curious one...You willingly come to chat with me? The fell dragon? Alone?”

“Listen here, mister. In case you haven’t noticed or gotten the memo yet...I’M A FELL DRAGON TOO!”

In your anger, you stepped right up to Grima until your face was but centimeters away from his, albeit you were a bit on the shorter side but your confidence and projection made you all the more taller.

The surly sorcerer surprisingly didn’t feel that your words or tone was disrespectful, nor did he feel irritated at how closely you stood before him as if you were equals. Rather, he felt quite...intrigued.

He normally had no qualms about sending anyone who irritated him a severe beatdown or even death if he was feeling merciful, but you? The silver-haired male couldn’t help but find your actions quite...endearing if he was being honest with himself. 

You bare your claws and fangs at him as if to intimidate him, but your actions proved otherwise. The fact that you always rebuked him for his “ mistakes ” only to still look back aggrievedly as if waiting for him to coax you always left him feeling VERY bemused.

Why, you were like fledgeling clumsily trying to attract a mate by acting coquettish without even knowing what your actions were suggesting!

“Be careful with your words and actions, girl. Lest someone take them as an invitation for something more.”

And he left just like that, leaving you utterly bewildered by his cryptic riddles.

“What is this man raving about again…”

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“Will you be my mate and bear my young or must you continue this game of chase with me? Bear in mind the fact that regardless of your answer...I will have you whimpering beneath me and crying for my seed in your womb,” the male dragon growled in your ear, a delighted shiver travelling down your spine as fluids shamefully collected at your untouched lower lips.

The both of you were away from Askr’s castle, in a secluded cave ways away from any hero, enemy, or even civilian who might stumble into it by chance. Piles of fur meticulously cleaned laid on the cold, hard ground and providing comfort and warmth from the abrasive floor. 

Yet, their warmth was nothing compared to the large, strong, and practically burning hot body that caged your own against the mass of furs. However, the hottest part was the groin that unashamedly rubbed and ground itself against your soft buttocks. Even within the confines of his trousers, Grima’s cock stood tall and proud as it tented against the fabric, caressing your cunt and further ruining the once pristine pair of panties you wore. The fabric had already turned transparent with how much juices leaked out of your lewd pussy, a fact that the damned god took great pleasure in.

“Look at how much slick you drip just from this alone and tell me...does it not please you to mate with the only male of our kind? I see how you care for the whelps within the Order and thought...would it not be better to have hatchlings of our own for you to mother?”

As you ponder dazedly over his words, he takes the time to lick and nibble at the junction between your neck and shoulder. Biting at the area teasingly as he continued his ministrations, letting you feel the sweltering heat of his hard cock as he humped your pussy from behind, ready to mount you at a moment’s notice but refraining from taking that final step.

“I’ll be good to you, on my honor as a Fell Dragon. I will provide and care for you as a mate should and that extends to all children that will be born from our union. Never shall I stray and forever we shall stay together.”

“...Grima, please…”

The sound of a dragon’s roar echoed through the cave and resounded through the kingdom, alerting both citizens and the Order alike, but no one could find the source.

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It was only until three days later that you and your new husband/mate reappeared before the shocked eyes of the heroes. A proud mark shone on your neck, looking less like a bite mark and more like a tattoo as it shone a bright red whereas Grima’s which shone like gold on his left collarbone above where his heart should be was hidden beneath his cloak.

No one made a comment about your abrupt disappearance and return together. Nor did they attempt to inquire about the slight roundness of your belly, too afraid to earn Grima’s ire which was all too easy to do and usually resulted into a none too pretty sight. 

Judging by the way the Fell Dragon menacingly hovered over you, it was within the best interests of everyone not to ask any questions.

[chicago-geniza]

Stefania is also interesting to me for the absolute ire she provokes in other people. Anna Zahorska is fucking languishing in Auschwitz, where she will shortly DIE, and she is STILL furious at Stefania about Korzenie (1937). Like how did Stef make people so mad they were still fuming aggrievedly about her novel in a concentration camp

[violetvelourr]

Illustration to chapter 2 of the fanfic “Outlander: Found on the Path of Life” 🤗

Working on filling in the missing illustrations.

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Recently I’ve been sorting through what I’d posted on Instagram in relation to this fanfic and realized that the only illustration I had for this chapter was too bad to post.

Like, chapter 3 illustration is also not really good enough (and I’ll be redoing it), but not as bad as the one for this chapter. Thus, I literally don’t have a post for chapter 2, and so I went and did a proper illustration, since posting for my current stories is temporarily on hold while I’m working on the text 🤭

Those who saw the initial illustration (it’s on Wattpad) will notice that I chose a different scene to illustrate - I wasn’t really in the mood to improve the initial sketch and I liked this scene better anyways, hence the choice 🤭

The scene is as follows:

«<…> the moment he began to carefully, trying to maintain decency, move the two parts of the cut dress fabric to the sides, the girl stirred, and then abruptly opened her eyes.

She jumped up as if stung, trying to hit Kakashi, who imperturbably evaded with an effortless movement, then crawled backwards until her back pressed against a tree. With a hunted look, she gazed around the place where she found herself, and suddenly snatched a kunai lying nearby, which had apparently slipped out of the open bag. With trembling hands, she pointed it at her saviour.

"Stay back!" She was on the verge of hysteria.

‘And this is what you get instead of gratitude’ — Kakashi thought aggrievedly and raised his hands in a conciliatory manner.

"I'm not going to harm you, girl. How about we put this toy aside before you injure yourself…" He had no idea how right he was. "… and just talk? <…>»

Full scene here:

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Hatake Kakashi © Kishimoto Masashi

P.s. no, you are not seeing things, I’ve updated it 🤭

[arytha]

Jesse Dylan’s blond hair was blown into a mess by the wind. He groaned aggrievedly, slowly chewing a small cake mixed with crushed tea leaves on horseback. Adrian followed him silently, looking at the border not far away. “This is abuse,” Jesse finished the cake and said angrily. “How nice it is in the kingdom. You can’t even catch a fat rabbit in this place. Adri, do you want cake? I especially left you the last piece.” “No.” The Knight Commander skillfully refused. “And you have said this sentence three times. We obviously have a very different definition of what the ‘last piece’ is.” “Oh, don’t do that. How could I have the heart to lie to you!” Jesse curled his lips. “It’s like this, every time I break off half of the remaining piece, there will always be a piece left, love. Why don’t you hurry up and just say yes?” “I don’t like cake crumbs,” Adrian said calmly.

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[blackjackkent]

Ran into an earthquake, proceeding south through Rivington.

Presumably this is the sort of quake we heard mentioned in that cutscene with Gortash - fallout from the elder brain straining against the Chosens' control. Feels like a bit of time pressure for sure.

But for right now Hector has no idea what it means, just that more trouble.

Shadowheart also commented, "If I was a Sharran lookout, this is the sort of place I'd wait around," which feels very ominous. Definitely feels like we're about to get jumped, but there's no one immediately obvious in the vicinity that is interactable, so possibly Shadowheart is just being paranoid.

Moving on, there's a fight going on between a dude and some squatters in his house.

"The place was empty! Keep those thugs away from my family."

"ZENOVIAAAAA! GET THESE SQUATTERS OUT OF MY HOUSE NOW."

This guy is comically upper-class - loud and dramatic and very upset with the situation. Hector does not have much familiarity with such people but he can sense that Karlach does; she lets out a soft snort behind him and rolls her eyes.

The merc at the man's side, on the other hand, is anything but humorous; she's carrying an extremely large and well-cared-for sword on her back and looks like she's fully ready to use it.

"Arfur, *sweetheart*, you paid me and my boys to be caravan guards, not cattle wrangles," she drawls, and gives the man in the house an unpleasant grin. "If you want us to get our hands dirty, it'd be our pleasure, but that'll be extra."

Hector doesn't fully understand what's happening here, but it's obvious there's the threat of violence, and so - almost without thinking about it, he steps in.

(One of the available options here is "Does no one we meet ever get along?" which is excellent. I don't think Hector would say it but he's definitely thinking it right now.)

"Calm down and tell me what's going on," he says, his tone automatically shifting into something placid and firm, a voice of authority - not the tadpole's sort, but that which the abbot would use to calm a disagreement of monks in the monastery.

"I just want to remove these unlawful interlopers from my property!" Arfur wails aggrievedly.

Hector raises an eyebrow at him. Given the state of things around here - and in particular, given the mass of bodies he just saw at the site of the battle outside the gates - he doesn't have particular interest in indulging this man's superiority complex, or being party to turning a family in need out on the street. But the mercenary with the sword is worrisome.

So he has to consider his approach. Something nonconfrontational but unambiguous. He summons the memory of the cleric who ran the services in the monastery's temple and puts on his most beatific smile. [CLERIC] "The gods study our deeds during crises," he points out. "Now is a bad time to be uncharitable."

"Excuse me?!" Arfur yelps. "I'm *exceedingly* charitable. Ask anyone in this wretched town! It's one thing to donate - extremely generously - to those less fortunate than oneself, and quite another to give away one's entire home!"

It seems to Hector there is likely a middle ground to be struck here - but something else sticks out to him as he listens to the man rant.

Narrator: [INSIGHT] This man's indignant demeanor barely masks a seething anxiety. There's more to this situation than he's letting on.

"I'm a very magnanimous individual, but this is my home," Arfur insists. "Either they leave or I'll make them."

"You seem to be a little on edge," Hector says carefully. "Are you all right?"

Arfur stiffens. "Well, wouldn't you be on edge if your beautiful home had been defiled by such brazen interlopers?"

(A/N: This conversation is fairly confusing/frustrating. Passing the above insight check and then following up on it gives us zero net new information to act on in the conversation, as shown above, and also cuts off an available [CLERIC][PERSUASION] check - which Hector would have been physically incapable of passing but was still more likely for him to say.

At this point in the conversation we have three options: a) completely back out of the situation, b) an option from Hector's rogue multiclass to do the job instead of the mercs for cheap (???), or c) intimidate - a check which Hector cannot pass either and leads to violence. Of these three options I guess we'll go C, and I don't mind it tremendously since (especially having seen some of Arfur's other dialogue) this guy seems like kind of an ass, but the conversational line feels weird.)

Hector sets his jaw. He has seen far too much suffering over the past few months to be able to easily stomach this man's dismissal of people in need. He can sense Karlach's agitation too; she wants to give the man a blow or two herself for how he's behaving. [INTIMIDATION] "How about you live and let live," he says coolly. "And I let *you* live in return."

It's an ill-advised comment, perhaps, given the merc with her sword standing directly nearby. And he regrets it almost as soon as he's said it; he doesn't want to encourage the threat of violence here. But damn it... this house has room for these people if Arfur would just open his ears, and Hector finds that he can't stay silent.

Arfur draws himself up to his full height and glares at Hector.

"Are you threatening me?" he snaps. "Zenovia - why are you just standing there? Do what I'm paying you for!"

The merc grins casually. "You paid us to protect you and your high-quality merchandise on the road - and we've since arrived at our destination. As I said - anything else is extra."

"Ughhh," Arfur groans. "This is the last time I hire someone from the Guild." Coin flashes across his palm as he tosses it towards Zenovia. "Fine. Here's the extra. Finish the job." He turns to look at Hector balefully. "Now please show this meddler some of that famous Rivington hospitality."

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"Nice one, Hec," Karlach says with a gleeful laugh as the mercs turn on them; she draws her sword and gives it a dramatic whirl. "Let's show 'em what we learned in the wilds!"

Shadowheart lets out a heavy sigh, already weaving a Shield of Faith between her fingers, ready to throw. "Are we to right every wrong in the city on our way to the gates?" she asks dryly. "Hector, I know you're compulsively charitable but this place has no shortage of wrongdoing."

"All the more reason to do what we can, where we can," Hector says firmly.

Jaheira just laughs softly. She remembers another man, much younger but with that same determination in his eyes - unwilling to see a wrong and look away from it if there was something he could do. "Like old times, indeed," she murmurs. "Do not worry, Shadowheart; we will find our way to where we need to be, one way or another."

[wedreamedlove]

[FIC] I Love You 115 (11/115)

Rating: T Characters: Osborn/Reader Word Count: 1451

Summary: Thank you for your love, thank you for your care, and thank you for treating me better than I treat myself.

Osborn was acting weird.

Or more like he had been acting weird for the past week. Admittedly, you hadn't noticed anything at first but as time passed there was just something about his actions that seemed off.

Case in point, when he put a plate of washed and cut fruits on the coffee table and sat down beside you on the couch to watch a movie together, there was a slight hesitation before he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into leaning against him when he would have normally pulled you straight into his lap.

Enough was enough. You decided to take a page out of Osborn's book and use direct action to solve this mystery, and so you turned over and threw a leg over his far thigh, bracketing his legs between your knees and straddling him.

"Alright, confess, who are you and what have you done with Osborn?" You plopped both of your hands on his shoulders for balance and to appear more threatening.

Your boyfriend blinked, the flicker of surprise across his eyes at your actions soon replaced with amusement.

"Who else would I be if not Osborn?"

"You tell me, you've been acting weird all week." You poked his cheek as you looked down at him.

He caught your mischief-making finger in one hand and rested his other hand loosely on your waist to support you just in case. "I haven't been acting weird."

"Uh-huh." You gave him a slow look of disbelief until he averted his eyes. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Of course not." His eyes snapped back to yours, earnest and sincere.

You racked your brain for any other reason, sitting down on his thighs in the meantime when your legs started to turn sore. His arms went around your waist automatically when you tipped back due to your shift in weight, but they maintained a polite position and his hands didn't caress your waist like they usually did whenever he had his arms around you. Osborn was an extremely tactile person, so for him to be so reserved meant something was definitely wrong.

A chill rose from the bottom of your heart as a thought flashed across your mind. You tried to tell yourself it was impossible, but the way Osborn acted this past week made it seem like he wasn't interested in you anymore. Was he trying to find the words to break up with you gently? But, given his personality, he would never beat around the bush.

"If you frown any harder, your face is going to get stuck like that," Osborn teased and rapped his knuckles lightly on your forehead.

You covered that spot with your hands and pouted aggrievedly, half joking and half serious. "That's because you won't tell me what's going on, so I have to do all the guessing by myself."

"Don't guess anymore, it's nothing to worry about."

So there is something though, you thought but, in the end, all you did was lean in and rest your head against his chest, letting the familiar scent of black cedarwood dam the catastrophic torrent of your far-fetched thoughts. You were also comforted by how he didn't reject your presence and even shifted his arm up to hold your shoulders.

"Whenever you want to talk, I'm willing to listen," you finally told him, knowing he was someone with his own thoughts who wouldn't appreciate being pushed into doing anything.

The two of you sat there in silence for a while but, just when you thought this topic had passed and you prepared to pull out of his arms to sit beside him and start up the movie, his arms suddenly tightened around you.

You felt the moment he folded, literally and metaphorically, as he dropped his head into the crook of your neck. The strands of his hair tickled your cheek and ear when he rubbed his head against you and spoke in a muffled voice, "Lil' Xiao Five knows she can say no to me, right?"

"Ah?"

Admittedly, that wasn't your brightest moment, but his sudden question caught you off guard. Osborn clearly didn't appreciate your non-answer either because he squeezed you tightly for a moment. "I'm serious. You can say no to me at any time, no matter what we're doing."

You replied to the best of your ability this time, even though your mind was filled with a giant question mark. "Of course I know that. What brought this on?"

Osborn pulled back and his tightly furrowed brows made you unable to help but tense. He moved his lips soundlessly, as if ruminating over what he wanted to say, before he simply just went for it. "I heard you talking on the phone last week..."

"O-oh?"

"You said that all men were beasts. That sometimes you hated them."

You knew immediately what call he was talking about; it was when you were comforting a friend who finally ended her relationship with her on and off boyfriend who she had caught cheating during the time they were back together. But all throughout the relationship, you had disapproved of the way this man would criticize your friend's appearance, regulate her hours outside, and even control who she could have as friends. Some of these actions were overt, but others were hidden in guilt trips and other manipulations.

"That was just a generalization and you know it doesn't include you, right?"

"I know," Osborn nodded, but the way some of the stiffness left his frame betrayed how, even if he knew this intellectually, there was still a worry that could only be reassured by your words. "But it had me reviewing the way I treat you and..."

His words trailed off like he was afraid of putting it down in words or like he couldn't think of a way to describe the way he treated you. To be honest, you didn't think he needed to do any self-reflection. Although he pulled you out of your comfort zone more often than not, he always took care to consider your feelings and experience, and any sort of grumbling and mumbling you did was—what you thought—play between lovers and you didn't truly mean them. But it was clear now that Osborn had gotten tangled up in this and was now in doubt.

You didn't know whether to be touched or offended and so you weren't able to hold back the challenge in your tone. "You don't think I'd say no if I don't like what you're doing?"

"I know you would, but I also believe that in most cases you wouldn't think it's that big of a deal, or you feel an obligation, or that it wouldn't be fair to me and other things like this."

"But—"

"Lil' Xiao Five," Osborn interrupted, his voice extremely serious, "I want you to consider yourself first in everything. Nothing is more important to me than you, including myself."

His ash-green eyes caught yours and silenced the protests that had reached your lips. You could tell he wouldn't budge on this. He was someone who gave others the impression of being unrestrained by anything in the world, but you knew intimately just how much of himself he gave to the people he chose to surround himself with.

Feeling your sentiments block up your heart without an outlet, you could only bury your head into his chest again. This time Osborn responded without restraint and crushed you to his chest with his arms, as if he had recovered something he nearly lost. You squeezed him back and mumbled, "Okay, but you have to believe that when I don't say anything it's because I really don't mind."

The two of you held each other like this until you shifted to find a more comfortable position and brushed against something in his lap. Osborn inhaled, short and sharp, and you froze.

"Osborn..."

"My girlfriend's in my arms, soft and sweet-smelling, it'd be impossible not to have a reaction," Osborn murmured, every word carried on a breath that stroked your ear. "Can I?"

You opened your mouth but before you could say anything, Osborn spoke again.

"The truth."

"... Can you hold me for a while longer?"

"Always." He moved an arm until he could pat your back softly.

Surrounded by his solid warmth and hearing the steady and powerful beat of his heart, you were overwhelmed once again with your fortune at meeting someone like him. Ironically, you had a feeling he would say the same about you.

"Osborn, thank you."

"Don't be so distant," you felt more than heard him chuckle, "Say you love me instead."

"I love you."

"I really, really love you too."

[marnz]

does anyone have that reaction pic of a little cartoon mouse (?) staring aggrievedly and in disbelief

[mxtxfanatic]

When they entered the new zone:

In order to compare the time flow, Song Qinglan had set a timer on the communicator before departing. He raised his wrist and checked, “It has been less than three minutes since we arrived here.

—Chapt. 30: Chaos

vs. when they returned:

“Wait a minute.” Song Qinglan poked his forehead with his index finger. His dark eyes were filled with distaste, “How long have you been here?” Li Chun cried aggrievedly, “It’s been six days! What the hell is going on with this mission this time?!”

[laxmiree]

[CN] MLQC Lucien’s Sleepless Night Date translation

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

This post contains a detailed spoiler for a date that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

Translation under the cut!

The afternoon sun passes through the gauze, softly covering the puppy's belly that rises and falls with its breathing, like a floating dandelion.

The “furball” nestled on the ground stretched out and rose to chase the flashing light beam.

Looking at its carefree back and thinking about my physical and mental exhaustion these days, I couldn't help but sigh.

Lucien : What's the matter? You seem to have something on your mind.

Lucien sat down beside me and handed me a cup of warm black tea.

MC : You may not believe it, but I recently encountered a bizarre thing.

MC : In the past two weeks, I often wake up to strange noises when I sleep, and lately, it has become more and more strange.

MC : I bought a bag of snacks yesterday morning, but the bag was empty when I woke up in the afternoon. I can't remember when I finished eating it!

Lucien : ...

Lucien put down the teacup thoughtfully.

Lucien : In this case, it may be due to continuous work that leads to neurological fatigue and memory fragmentation.

I shook my head firmly.

MC : Memory fragmentation is only a temporary phenomenon, but I get it every day...

Seemingly aware of the somewhat tense atmosphere, Furball stopped playing and obediently walked around at my feet.

Lucien reassuringly held my hand and looked down vigilantly.

Lucien : There's another possibility.

Lucien : I remember, two weeks ago happened to be the date you promised to help your colleague take care of it. Maybe it's secretly messing around?

Furball : barks

Probably understanding what Lucien said, Furball barked aggrievedly. I hurriedly turned around and held it in my arms.

MC : I have also considered this possibility, but I don't think it's Furball's fault.

MC : Furball has always been very well-behaved. He's not the kind of dog who loves to mess the house.

MC : And I put it in the cage every day before bed. It can't get out, so naturally, it can't cause a mess.

Lucien raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard the words and looked at me with interest.

Lucien : It seems that you have a guess.

I nodded and spoke hesitantly.

MC : I have checked a lot of information in the past few days, and now I have a bold guess...

MC : Lucien, I may have been sleepwalking.

Lucien : Sleepwalking?

Lucien was stunned for a moment, then tilted his head a little. His shoulders raised imperceptibly in the face of the question.

MC : ....is this inference funny?

In dissatisfaction, I gently pulled Lucien's face back towards me, and the corners of his mouth were still held up.

Lucien : I just thought of a previous discussion with you.

Lucien : Nowadays, many people's first reaction after feeling unwell is not to seek medical treatment but to self-diagnose after an online inquiry.

Lucien : A certain someone didn't understand it at the time, but I didn't expect her to “follow in footsteps” so quickly.

I sniffed and heaved a whine.

MC : I am different. Influenced by Professor Lucien, I conducted rigorous reasoning and checked a lot of literature!

As I said, I put the furball aside, found the screenshot of the paper saved on my mobile phone, and raised it in front of Lucien.

MC : Here, “Excessive intake of caffeine not only affects sleep quality but also stimulates the nerves and increases the chance of sleepwalking.”

MC : And I just happened to drink a lot of coffee because of overtime!

MC : Isn't this a perfect match with sleepwalking, from the cause to the phenomenon?

Furball barked in agreement. Lucien took it from my arms, gently raised its paws, and made a gesture of asking questions.

Lucien : In that case, I have three points for you to discuss with me.

Lucien : First, sleepwalking is associated with delayed cerebral cortex development. If there is no history of the disease in childhood, the possibility of sudden onset in adulthood is very little.

Lucien : Secondly, mainly sleepwalking occurs during deep sleep, which is not consistent with what you said.

Lucien : Finally, the most important point-

Lucien imitated my serious tone and slightly raised his eyes.

Lucien : Judging from my past experience of sleeping with you, you have no sign of sleepwalking.

MC : But...

For a moment, I couldn't think of anything to argue, and the tips of my ears slightly flushed. Lucien let go of Furball's claws in a good mood and changed the conservation.

Lucien: But in science, examples are far more powerful than theories.

Lucien : Maybe you're the one who suddenly sleepwalks as an adult.

Lucien : So, if I can observe your relevant behavior, my argument above will naturally no longer hold.

MC : So...if Lucien is not so busy at the institute tonight, just accompany me to sleep with Furball once.

MC : Just consider it an observation of my “pathological activity” ~ my passion for science, I really don't want to delay a moment!

Lucien arched his eyebrows and pulled the strands of my hair behind my ears.

Lucien : I certainly won't refuse to be so exploratory with you.

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In the soft light, the sound of the keyboard which had been going on for several hours finally stopped. I leaned back in my chair and suddenly heard the sound of Furball barking at my feet.

I looked down and saw that the furball was looking at me with the dog sausage.

MC : Do you want some?

I tore open the package and took one out to it. The Furball swallowed, and pushed the other sausage towards me.

I couldn't help laughing, put the rest of the sausage on the table and patted its head.

MC : It turned out to be for me, thank you little furball~ but I don't need this to cheer up.

After feeding the sausage to it, I turned around and sent a video invitation to Lucien.

After only waiting for a few seconds, Lucien's face appeared on the screen. I smiled and waved my hand.

MC : Good evening, Professor Lucien~ are you still busy?

MC : Furball, say hello with me!

Furball : bark

Furball raised its paws cooperatively.

The corners of Lucien's mouth showed a smile, and he rubbed his forehead relaxedly.

Lucien : Calling now, are you ready to rest?

MC : Of course not. It's just that I couldn't help being distracted when I thought of our “observation” agreement, so I wanted to call you earlier.

MC : However, I don't seem to be calling at the right time.

My eyes fell on the heavy document in his hand. Lucien looked in the direction of my line of sight, with a hint of clarity in his eyes.

Lucien : It's actually not as heavy as you might think-

MC : But it was late at night to get home.

I spoke tacitly, and shook my finger at Lucien.

MC : We'll talk about it when you get back, but for now, let's not talk too much. Let's count down to three seconds and we'll start concentrating on our work, shall we?

Lucien let out a smile, half leaning on the table, looking at me tenderly. My sight was held back, and the beat of my countdown slowed down a bit.

The words came out, and I finally looked away from the screen. Soon, the sound of tapping the keyboard came from the earphones.

Time passed quietly, only Furball was still giving away in my arms from time to time, looking curiously at Lucien in the screen, my gaze also subconsciously drifted over.

Lucien was pondering with his eyes down, the cold light showed light and dark on his profile.

I involuntarily showed a smile but was caught keenly.

Lucien : Did you find anything interesting?

Lucien stopped the movement of his hand and looked at me with interest.

MC : I just found that every time I video call with you, I feel that the work at hand doesn't seem to be so tiring.

MC : The effect is comparable to that of the ginseng soup served to the Emperor in the TV series.

MC : It seems that if I have important work in the future, I will have to work with you.

Lucien's smiling eyes flickered on my face for a moment before he closed the book's page.

Lucien : But my concentration is not as good as yours.

Lucien : Every time I see you, my eyes can't help but linger on the screen for a long time and get distracted.

Resisting the urge to make fun of him at the corner of my mouth, I made a soft “oh” sound and deliberately blocked the camera with my hand.

MC : If I just let you hear my voice, will you be able to concentrate?

Lucien shook his head, his voice slightly helpless.

Lucien : That's even worse.

Lucien : I will unconsciously wonder what you are doing at home and what kind of expression you have.

Lucien : Even the only remaining focus was gone.

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At dusk, the lights outside the window gradually lit up the night view of the city.

After hitting the enter key hard, I breathed a long sigh of relief, and finally put a stop to the planning that had been going on for days.

I searched for the position of the slippers with my toes and unexpectedly touched a piece of warmth. Looking down, Furball fell asleep at some point.

I gently carried it back to the cage with my hands and feet, and then put it back on the bed. I'm looking at Lucien lazily.

Perhaps there was a problem, Lucien lowered his eyes faintly, and gently pressed the pen cap with one hand.

I unconsciously softened my voice.

MC : Is there much more?

Lucien looked at me when he heard the words, his eyebrows softened a bit.

Lucien : Well, it's over now.

Lucien : Are you going to sleep now?

MC : Wait a minute. I'm not very sleepy yet, so I'll stay with you for a while.

MC : You focus on your work, don't talk to me! Hurry up, finish writing, and go home~

A faint chuckle came from the earphone, and Lucien turned his eyes to the side.

Perhaps it was because I felt reassured when I looked at this person, but hearing the rhythmic percussion of the keyboard, I gradually felt sleepy.

I yawned tiredly, put my fingers on his face, and slowly closed my eyes.

Looking at my phone, Lucien seems to have become a smaller, just by my hands around.

He was looking at me tenderly, every smile and every movement seemed to be slowed down and became incomparably clear.

I unconsciously clenched my fingers, whispering dreamily.

MC : Lucien, I'm a little sleepy... If I fall asleep later, remember to observe.

Lucien : Okay, I'll keep an eye out.

MC : ...you have to remember... come back early...

I slammed and closed my heavy eyes, letting the drowsiness like a flood slowly sweep me.

The world became soft and gentle, emitting a soft glow like a mist of moonlight. Lucien's face is also gradually faded.

After an unknown time, footsteps suddenly sounded in the depths of the fog.

I tried to sink my eyes, distinguishing the light and shadow of the eyes in front of me. After a while, I finally recognized that Lucien was slowly approaching me.

His slender figure gradually shrank as he walked, so small that he sat on my finger after stepping out of the screen, and looked up at me in a serious manner.

He seemed to want to tell me something.

I leaned in breathlessly, trying to discern what he was saying.

Crash!

The sound of shattering exploded coldly in my ears. I woke up suddenly from the dream and sat up from the bed panting.

The light is still warm, but the vase originally placed on the bedside table is broken on the ground.

The rest of the place was also a mess, with slippers and empty sausage bags scattered on the carpet.

I got used to it for a few seconds and quickly picked up the phone.

MC : Lucien, did you see what happened?

I lowered my voice, walked briskly to the cage to release Furball, and looked around cautiously.

MC : The doors and windows are well locked, so there shouldn't be a burglar, right? Lucien... Lucien?

The phone was silent and did not respond. In hindsight, I looked at the screen, only to realize that the window had turned gray.

But the increasing call duration proves that the video has not been interrupted. My heart skipped a beat, and I tried to ask again.

MC : Lucien, where are you? Can you hear me?

After a mottled noise, Lucien's voice finally sounded.

Lucien : I'm almost home, don't worry.

Lucien : I could hear everything. Probably there's a problem with the signal.

I rubbed my phone tightly and hesitantly asked him for confirmation.

MC : Just now-

Lucien : There are no thieves, and you are not sleepwalking.

As soon as I finished speaking, the familiar footsteps sounded outside the corridor. I opened the door, and Furball rushed out impatiently.

The puppy circled around Lucien's feet excitedly, barking loudly from time to time.

Lucien softly shushed, picked up the furball from the ground and raised it in front of me.

Lucien : This observation experiment has already reached a conclusion.

Lucien : The reason lies in this little guy.

My gaze turned around on Furball's face, and I looked at Lucien hesitatingly.

MC : Are you sure?

Furball : bark

The furball broke out of Lucien's hand aggrievedly, went into my side and whined.

It only showed its butt to face Lucien. Lucien patted it a few times but there was no response.

Lucien reluctantly retracted his hand, handed me the phone, and scooped up the furball.

Lucien : As I mentioned before, examples are far more powerful than theories.

Lucien : Before you feel sorry, would you like to see what I recorded first?

Lucien said, holding up Furball's neck and put him in front of the phone. I immediately clicked on the video.

The room was quiet and looked nothing unusual.

Until the sleeping furball in the cage moved his ears and tentatively pulled the cage door several times.

I stroked the furball's paw. Vaguely aware that something was wrong, the sound of its throat suddenly became lower.

In the picture, it sticks its small claws out of the gap and flicks it gently. With a sound, the cage door opened.

Then it went straight to the bedroom, rushed to the table, and ate all the sausages in the bag. It jumped on the bed and circled me twice before kissing my face.

When he looked up again, the oil on his mouth was gone.

MC : ...

When I thought of the wetness I felt when I woke up, I took a deep breath after realizing it.

MC : Fur-ball-

Furball, who had slipped a few steps quietly, shook his body, and I sneered and pinched his ears.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the furball struggled to escape from my hands, and tugged pitifully close to Lucien and curled up in a ball, not daring to come out.

Lucien made a gesture to shield it, his tone of voice is soft.

Lucien : Do you want to continue watching?

MC : Of course! This is all incriminating evidence!

I said looking at the screen, looking at the furball in the picture, shaking its head with my slippers. Without knowing that the vase behind him was shaking, he stepped back.

The vase shattered in the silence with a loud bang.

The furball jumped up in shock, and with a kick of his calf, he quickly got back into the cage, turned around a few times in a hurry, and bit the wire to restore the cage door to its original position.

Little paws lightly plucked, re-locked himself...

I narrowed my eyes and looked at the furball with only one pair of ears exposed, and my voice grew longer.

MC : You have two faces!

Furball : bark

Lucien patted Furball on the back with his hand, his voice softened.

Lucien : If you don't apologize, I can't help you this time.

Finally recognizing the current situation, Furball walked out from behind Lucien with a gift and handed it over to me as a tribute.

MC : Now that the truth is out, I want to deduct your canned food for the next three days. Do you have any objections?

Furball swallowed twice and gave himself up on the sofa. Lucien scratched its chin, and his eyes fell on me leisurely.

Lucien : In fact, in addition to furball's trouble-making process, there is another picture that is also very interesting.

MC : What is it?

Lucien raised his hand and dragged the progress bar. I leaned up curiously and saw my sleeping face.

MC : What's so interesting about this...

Lucien unhurriedly turned up the volume and motioned to me to listen carefully.

The next second, I saw myself in my sleep, opening my lips slightly and whispering.

MC on video : Lucien...

Lucien : Can you tell me what happened in the dream?

Lucien's tone was very sincere, but his eyes flashed with a little bit of cunningness.

Unable to resist his gaze, I recalled the dream for a moment and explained it truthfully.

MC : It's actually a very bizarre dream...you become the size of a palm and can fit in my pocket.

I raised my hand in front of Lucien for comparison and asked again.

MC : By the way, is there any scientific explanation for dreaming that the person you like becomes smaller?

Lucien thought for a moment and spoke.

Lucien : From the perspective of dreams, the interpretations vary.

Lucien : Maybe it's the images you see before you fall asleep that have some effect on your psyche.

Lucien : Or maybe a book has impressed you so much that you unconsciously recreate its plot in your dreams.

Lucien paused and suddenly chuckled.

Lucien : But from the analysis of your explanation just now, one thing can be determined.

MC :  What is it?

Lucien : MC should really want me to stay by her side all the time.

Facing the trace of Lucien's smile, my face became hot unconsciously, and I deliberately present him with a tough question.

MC : Now that Professor Lucien knows this, how do you plan to solve this problem?

Lucien : From a realistic point of view, it is indeed difficult to be inseparable.

Lucien : But cherishing every moment together may also be a way to improve the sense of companionship.

Lucien's final sound lifted slightly, and his slender fingers covered my palm at some point, interlocking with my fingers.

Furball : whimper

Furball, who had been left out for a long time, let out a low cry.

Struggling to jump out of our shrinking gap...

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𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 (𝐙𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢)

TAGS: Zhongli/F!Reader, parenthood, fluff, original child character

“...Yuyu? Might I ask why you’re rubbing your face so furiously? You’ll end up hurting yourself, sweetling.”

Zhongyu ceased his motions, hands dropping to his sides as he gazed up at his father with moist golden eyes and a weak, “Baba…”

“Dry your tears with this instead. Now, tell your father what’s gotten you so upset. Though I may not be as ‘ hip ’ or ‘ cool ’ as most fathers these days (considering that I’m more than old enough to be everyone’s father and well, ancestor if we’re being technical—) according to your mother, perhaps telling me of your plight can ease your burdens even a little”

With practiced ease, the funeral consultant lifted the little boy into his arms and produced a silk handkerchief from within his suit before dabbing the cloth gently upon the wetness that stained his golden-scaled cheeks. Zhongyu inherited his draconic traits from both his parents, but his coloring was more like his father’s: earthy and golden.

And therein lies the exact problem.

“Why didn’t I get mama’s pretty silver scales instead?”

His son’s question honestly caught Zhongli off guard, having not expected that to be the root cause of his apparent distress.

“Dima has his mama’s pretty white hair AND silver scales. So why couldn’t I have at least got my mama’s scales…?” Zhongyu looked dejected as he pouted aggrievedly, tightening his embrace on his father’s neck and burying his face into the crook to hide his puffy face.

Ahh, so he was jealous of his imaginary friend? Zhongli chuckled as he rubbed his son’s back tenderly, recalling Zhongyu’s outlandish story about meeting and talking with another child eerily similar to himself. While his son took his dark hair and scales, this ‘Dima’ sported white hair and scales similar to his wife: You. The ex-archon supposed that Yuyu was perhaps starting to get lonely and wanted a sibling, which is why he conjured up the image of another child, ‘Dima’ who seemed to be what Yuyu imagined his future brother would look like.

“You could have been born with your mother’s coloring, but you inherited mine instead and there’s nothing anyone could have done about it. Neither your mother and I could choose what you would look like, but we love you all the same for it. Regardless of the color of your skin, your scales, your hair, or even your eyes you will always be perfect to us. I hope you see the beauty we see in you as well, my son.”

“...Mama doesn’t mind that I look like Baba more?”

“Of course not. In fact, from the first moment she saw you your mother already loved you with all her heart,” and for the first time in his eons of existence did Zhongli feel a slight sense of jealousy when you spent all your time with your child, but that was quickly squashed by the knowledge that Zhongyu was also HIS offspring. Morax & Rex Lapis within was comforted by the knowledge that you treasured the fruit of your union so much.

“Now then, we best be getting home lest your mother start to worry over our whereabouts”

“...Can I at least say goodbye to Dima?” Zhongyu points to the shallow pond he’d been squatting over while crying earlier.

“I don’t see why not. Make sure not to fall in the water or your mother will have my hide.”

“I’ll be careful, Baba.”

The dark-haired man gingerly placed the child back on the ground and watched as he scampered off to the pond and began speaking to his reflection in the water. Had he been an ordinary human he wouldn’t have noticed that the reflection on the water sported a different eye color than Yuyu’s own amber eyes.

Rather, the reflection had a pair of familiar blue eyes...

[desertofsnowflakes]

Incorrect Order Chapter 7 (Nessian AU)

A/N: Do inform me if you wanna be added/removed from the taglist! If you happen to find my storyline similar to another fic or one of yours, I'm extremely sorry, I might've just not known. All characters belong to the author Sarah J. Mass. Enjoy!

Summary: Don't first impressions always affect the way you see someone? Well, what more with the Nesta Archeron? Nesta meets Cassian at few unexpected places and to say it didn't go well was a major understatement. Certain circumstances make them become enemies to tolerable company to friends to lovers.

Trigger Warnings: none ig

2097 words | Incorrect Order Masterlist | Read on AO3

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Wearing a tee is fairly simple. Just bunch it up and pull it over his neck, then, put his arms through. That's it. This is the third time he was trying to get himself in this damn t-shirt. The first time, he wore it the other way round. The next time he accidentally tried putting his neck where his arm was meant to go. He got snarled in the t-shirt in the process. It's a miracle the garment hadn't ripped off. His brushed hair also got mussed and tangled in the process.

Cassian sighed and held his dark brown tee up. His mind was still playing his memories with Nesta on loop. It just wouldn’t stop. Not when he was sulking, bathing, changing—

The doorbell rang. A quick glance at his wall clock confirmed that the hour was ungodly enough that most would be asleep. Wondering who exactly it was, Cassian opened the door—

—and his mind blanked out. There, standing in front of him, in all her glory was Nesta. Nesta, who had snapped at him earlier. Nesta in a white oversized sweater and black tight-fit leggings. A small bag was slung on her shoulder. He was pretty sure he was gawking like an idiot. He forced his mouth to shape her name.

***

“Nesta,” he breathed. Nesta could hear awe and reverence in his voice. So much that she shivered. There was pain in his voice too. Tears pricked her eyes. How selfish of her to run to him even after she hurt him. But she couldn’t turn away. Not now, not after walking from her home to here. She closed her eyes and swallowed. His bare torso didn’t help matters either. His torso was a wonderful masterpiece. His tattoos were starker in the moonlight. She longed to trace them with her fingers. Nesta immediately shut that train of thought. She didn’t come here for that. She came here because of Tomas. That’s it.

Cassian was peering over her shoulders when she opened her eyes. Frowning, he asked, “How did you come here? Has your cab left?”

“No,” she said. “I walked here.” His eyes snapped to her face. He took a step back and opened the door wider, “Come in,” he said.

Nesta could feel his eyes on her while she stepped through the threshold and took her time to look through his house. It wasn’t as big as Feyre’s but it was bigger than her apartment. She saw a rumpled t-shirt discarded on the dark blue couch and reigned in a smile. She heard the click of the lock and turned to face him. He looked at her and ran a hand through his hair, tousling it further. Her eyes tracked the wispy strands moving in between his slender, long fingers. Cauldron, she thought, this was going to be very difficult, indeed.

He nodded at the couch, “Have a seat. You must be tired. How long was the walk?” he queried.

She took her seat on the soft couch and replied, “Around half an hour including a short break I took.”

He nodded. The pained expression, mixed with one of longing, didn't leave his face yet. “Why are you here Nesta? Truly? Just a few hours ago, you were screaming in my face and now, you’re in my house looking rattled. What do you want?”

Nesta stared at her hands resting on her lap, took in a ragged breath and said, “Tomas.”

The shock was evident on his face. “Tomas?” he repeated. She saw as the shock on his face bled and became anger. “Did he disturb you again?” he demanded.

“No,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around herself. “No. He wasn’t really even there. I was on my bed. Trying to get some sleep. I couldn’t sleep, I kept tossing and turning on my bed. Sleep felt so far away. But after sometime I think I fell asleep. Then I felt like I woke up. It was bright. It all felt weird to me. And that was when I saw him. He was in my room. His hand was around my neck, squeezing. He was talking and talking.” The words were gushing out of her now, a panicked flow of words. She continued, “Then he slapped me. He also had a knife with him. He kept threatening me. Telling me about the way he said he wanted to kill me. And—and he used his knife on me. He stabbed my arm and kept dragging upward slowly. It hurt like hell. That was what I didn’t understand. The pain. It all felt very real. Most of all, my pain.” She looked back at Cassian. He was silently listening, she was grateful for that. “That’s why I came here,” she admitted. “I got scared. The vulnerability I felt… I want to be ready when he comes back. And he will come back. He isn’t the type to let things go. I need your help. Help me,” she pleaded. She wasn’t aware of the tear escaping her eye.

Cassian got up and seated himself beside her. He cupped her cheek. Unconsciously, she leaned closer to him. He gently brushed her tears away. “I’ll help you,” he said gently. “You’ll be ready. When the time comes, you’ll be ready. I’ll make sure of it. Only if you call me Cass.”

She grinned. “That wouldn’t be very difficult,” she said.

***

Cassian felt like he was selling his soul in a bargain to the devil. He knew. He knew that this wouldn’t end well for him. He knew he’ll end up having his heart broken. But he couldn’t resist. He couldn’t bring himself to say no to her.

Nesta wrapped her arms around his middle. He froze. The sensation of her hands on his bare skin was a shock to his senses and elicited a shiver down his spine. “Thank you,” she said. “Thank you so much. Really.” she gave him a playful smile. “Cass,”she said with more emphasis than necessary. And Mother, he didn’t regret letting her call him Cass one bit.

She yawned and stretched like a cat. He liked that too, he decided.

“Have you slept?” he asked.

“A bit. You?”

He shook his head. He gestured to her to follow him up the stairs. “You can sleep here till dawn in Mor’s room. You know, the room you used the last time.”

“Cass,” she said. He halted, turning back to face her. “I really need to say this. I’m sorry. Truly. I shouldn’t have said what I did last night.”

He didn’t say it’s okay because it really wasn’t. He just nodded, acknowledging her apology, showing her that he couldn’t forget how much it hurt him but he’ll try to come to terms with both of their mistakes. They reached Mor’s door.

She hesitated. “I don’t have any clothes to change to,” she said.

“It’s fine,” he said. “Mor’s clothes would fit you, though it would be slightly loose. You can also use the bathroom to wash up or anything else you want to do. I’ll be in the room down the corridor—” he said, gesturing to the second last door— “so just knock if you need anything, okay?”

She nodded and thanked him again before closing the door and preparing for bed. He entered his room and plopped on the bed. It might’ve been how tired he felt or it might have been her presence two rooms away, but in mere minutes, Cass was fast asleep.

***

A few fast and hard knocks on his door woke Cassian from his sleep. Groggily, he opened the door to find Nesta in a tank top and shorts. Very short shorts. She looked disturbed, though.

“What happened?” he asked her.

“I can’t sleep,” she said, her voice small.

Cassian’s heart, or at least, what was left of it, broke. He hated to see this. Cold, sharp Nesta now, standing in front of him, scared and afraid. He felt a surge of protectiveness in him. He wanted to tuck her to his side and shield her from every and any harm that would come to her.

He held his hand out for her and brought her into his room. “Sit,” he gestured to his bed, “What do you want to do?”

She smiled tentatively, “Would you tell me about yourself? We haven’t introduced ourselves properly. I think I want to hear more about you from you yourself. And if you want… I could tell you some things about myself too.”

He sat on the bed beside her and said, “That’ll be fun.” He saw this not only as a means to escape the horrid things in her head, but also as a peace offering. He couldn’t forgive and forget the things she told him earlier but he could try to play along with her patching up.

“Who’s gonna start first?” she asked.

He dramatically placed his hand on his bare chest in a variation of a bow and said, “After you, my lady.”

She laughed and asked, “Do you ever wear a shirt at home?”

“Why? Getting distracted already?”

“Can’t you just answer my question?” she asked hotly, though a light blush was creeping up her cheeks.

The corner of his lips kicked up a notch, “I do wear shirts at home.”

“Good,” she said and opened her mouth to continue when he interrupted her.

“Wait,” he said, “Now, you haven’t answered my question.”

“I didn’t deem it worthy enough to answer.”

He pouted, “You wound me, Nes.”

“Stop being overdramatic. And don’t call me Nes!” she snapped half heartedly.

“Twice,” aggrievedly, he said, “you wounded me twice. Also,” he smirked, leaning closer to her, “you like it.”

“Like which?”

“Being called Nes.”

“I don’t.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Now you’re the one who’s getting distracted. What did we plan for and what are we doing now? If this is how things are gonna be, I think you’ll prove to be a very bad teacher.”

“Now, Nes, you need to know that I’m good at many, many things and would prove to be an extremely focused teacher,” he said, voice husky. He knew she caught his meaning when the blush on her cheeks deepened. He leaned back on his palms, “Go on.”

So she spoke. She told him of her time when both her parents were alive; of the time when they grieved their mother’s death; when she kept herself away from her sisters after becoming orphans; when she made the mistake of falling for Tomas. “Honestly,” she had told him, “when I look at him now, I wonder how I fell in love with him in the first place.” She then told him of how her relationship with Tomas was a toxic one; him being abusive and controlling; how he made her feel low of herself; how he never respected her; how he kept cheating on her. She told Cassian of the day Tomas hit her and accused her of cheating just because he saw her paying for her groceries at a male’s counter. She told him of how she called the police immediately after and got him behind bars. By the time she was over, Nesta was curled by his side, tears silently streaming down her beautiful face, him rubbing soothing circles on her back.

Then he told her about himself. He decided to tell her the plain truth without any alterations. She deserved it. But it felt intimate, somehow, sharing the details he hadn’t spoken out loud. Even Az and Rhys had only seen what he did and never pushed afterwards. He told her as much before telling her about how much he loved his mother; of how he never knew his father and that was for his father’s own good; of how his mother was killed one day while he was at school; of how he beat the men involved into pulp; of how he was called a brute and a bastard there on; of how he first met Rhys and Az at his school; of how Rhys’s mother took him in as her own son; of the silly things and the trouble the trio would create.

“You are a very good friend, Cass. And an even better man,” Nes said

His heart warmed. He said, “Don’t care about what Tomas said. You’re a beautiful, intelligent, brave, witty and sharp woman. And I,” he paused, “I like you very much as a friend too.”

He didn’t understand the short pang of disappointment on his face. All he could think was, shit, I almost said I loved her.

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[CN Translation]Kiro’s Flying Island(飞行岛屿ER) <Hot Air Balloon Date>

!Spoiler warning! : The followings contain contents for dates of Mr. Love: Queen’s Choice/Love and Producer that are yet to be released in Global server. If you do not wish to be spoiled then please refrain from going undercut.

Karma Quote : “All the best sceneries in the world, I want to explore them with you.”

The translation is undercut. You have been warned about spoilers.

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If you see any “---” sign then it simply indicates change of scenes in the place.

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热气球之{Hot Air Balloon Date}

Preview : "I came to the studio to visit Kiro but unexpectedly, I learned the news of his injury. Seeing how depressed Kiro looked after Savin forbid him from going out, I was struck by an idea and proposed an "Secret Agent-Level Elopement Plan" to him."

Part 1

MC : "Brother Du, how is it?"

In the hotel room near the seat, I eagerly asked Kiro's personal therapist.

Recently, Kiro took a gig from an action movie adapted from a big IP. I happened to come to visit the set when I had time. But I didn't expect to hear the news that he was injured while filming.

After giving Kiro a meticulous examination, the serious expression of Physiotherapist Du finally loosened a bit.

Brother Du : "It's not a big problem, it's just a muscle strain. He just needs rest for two more days."

I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

Kiro : "What? I have to rest for two more days?"

Kiro moved his body.

Kiro : "I don't think it's that serious. I don't wanna delay the progress of the crew, I can continue with the shooting now!"

After speaking, he tried to sit up from the bed but he was quickly pressed down by Savin's hands and worried eyes.

Savin : "If you really want to finish this film, just lie down for two more days. Otherwise, I'll have to consider this type of film offers carefully from next time!"

Savin : "Plus, I have already informed the director, he will film other roles first. We can just move your play back first."

Under Savin's threatening eyes, Kiro nodded aggrievedly.

Kiro : "....Okay, I'll have a good rest. I'll make sure not to do strenuous exercise again!"

Kiro : "When the injury is healed, I'll definitely devote myself to the shooting in the best condition."

Seeing Kiro raising three fingers deliberately, Savin was still a little worried.

It wasn't until I said that I would watch Kiro well for these few days then only did he leave with the therapist with a little peace of mind.

With the sound of "click" closing, Kiro leaned on the bed feebly.

Kiro : "Sigh, it's not that often Miss Chips comes to visit me to the studio yet you can't see me "flex"..."

Kiro : "What a shame!"

Kiro thumped his pillow regretfully. I couldn't help but chuckle.

MC : "Actually, I've seen you "flexing."

I sat next to Kiro and turned on a video from my phone. Kiro leaned over curiously.

Kiro : "What's this?"

It was a footage of the set that was posted by Savin.

In the video, in a sea of sunflowers, Kiro engages in a fierce fight with a person who is chasing him.

The action of the two fighting against each other was clean and neat, and the effect of fists to the flesh made people unconsciously hold their breath.

After several rounds, Kiro's character successfully knocked down the opponent and took a hot air balloon not too far away to leave.

MC : "No matter how much I watch it, I think..."

MC : "The way of leaving is too handsome!"

Kiro approached with a bit of pride.

Kiro : "Is the way of leaving the field handsome or is Kiro handsome?"

MC : "Of course both of them!"

Kiro : "Hehe, I thought so too."

Kiro : "However, I didn't have a good experience when filming and now I really wanna take a hot air balloon ride!"

He paused as if thinking of something and dropped the corners of his mouth somewhat regrettably.

Kiro : "If the turn-over jump was handled a little more perfectly, I wouldn't have had to lie in the hotel for so long..."

Seeing the disappointment that Kiro couldn't hide on his face, I didn't want him to be immersed in such emotions, so I thought for a moment and suddenly got an idea.

MC : "Why don't we just go out for a tour?"

I tilted my head to look at Kiro.

MC : "Don't you really wanna take another hot air balloon ride?"

MC : "Anyways, Savin and others said that you should rest well but they didn't say that they would "house arrest" you~"

Hearing my suggestion, Kiro's eyes lit up for a moment but he quickly withdrew his mouth.

Kiro : "I want to but I'm afraid Savin won't agree."

MC : "Then, we need to customize a special plan."

I thought about it and suddenly a name popped up in my mind.

MC : "Let's call it a "Secret Agent-Level Elopement"!" ------

Part 2

In the early morning of the next day, a few dim glimmers passed through the gaps in the curtains and shone on the corridors of the hotel.

Kiro and I poked our head out of the room cautiously.

Kiro : "Reporting MC, everything is safe outside, no one has been spotted, over!"

MC : "Roger that! Please pay attention, Kiro and don't let your guard down!"

MC : "If anyone finds out, neither of us can escape! Over!"

Kiro nodded solemnly.

Kiro : "Got it!" ----- We walked through the long corridor walking on hnads and feet until we finally reached the door of the hotel, becoming unanimously relieved.

Kiro : "Yeah! The plan is successful!"

Kiro stretched out his hand excitedly, wanting to give me a high five.

As soon as I raised my hands, I heard a faint voice from a distant place.

MC : "Huh? What's.."

When Kiro and I heard the sound, we found a group of people approaching us mightily.

Some of them were holding machines and they seemed to be the crew that had just returned from shooting a night scene.

MC : "...! What should we do now?!"

He thought for two seconds before his eyes lit up.

Kiro : "Come with me!"

As soon as the voice fell, Kiro took my hand involuntarily and took me to the flower field where not too far away.

Kiro and I hid in the endless sea of sunflowers, carefully observing the crews that are getting closer and closer to us.

I turned my head slightly and noticed that Kiro's forehead oozed a thin layer of sweat and one hand was still subconsciously placed on the waist.

Thinking that it might have been the place where he was harmed because of the run just now, I stretched out my hand distressedly, wanting to wipe off his sweat-

Kiro : "They're here!"

Suddenly, Kiro pulled me into his arms and pressed his palm on the back of my head.

The breath that belongs to him was flooding all over my world, it was the refreshing and sweet scent I'm familiar with.

MC : "Wa-Why so suddenly..."

Kiro : "Shh..."

Kiro lowered his head slightly.

I looked at the young man in front of me laid in a spark of gold. His golden hair color perfectly blended into this sea of sunflowers.

Kiro : "Compared to me, you're more exposed right now."

Kiro : "This is to prevent them from finding you!"

Looking at Kiro's bright eyes, I nodded.

I obediently leaned my head closer to his heart without noticing a slight movement in his eyes.

Across my thin clothes, a heartbeat with a frequency similar to mine sounded in my ears.

I don't know how long it took until no footsteps were heard around and Kiro and I slowly stood up from the flower field.

MC : "Now...we should be completely safe."

I breathed a sigh of relief. In the next moment, Kiro held my hand with a big smile on his face.

Kiro : "It's not over yet!"

Kiro : "The exciting thing is yet to come. Let's hurry up!"

Part 3

I held hands with Kiro and walked to the depths of the flower field.

After a while, the landing point of the hot air balloon appeared in front of my eyes. Since, it was still early, we became the first pair of guests to make an appointment.

Staff : "Eh! Isn't this the big star who came to the set yesterday!"

An uncle recognized Kiro and said enthusiastically.

Staff : "You were the one who gave us the cart of drinks and snacks on the spot, right?"

Kiro : "The staffs were working very hard so I just wanted to give everyone a little care."

Kiro blinked his eyes and the corner of his mouth curled up.

Kiro : "By the way, uncle, there is still something I need to ask you."

Kiro : "We wanna take a hot air balloon but due to some special reasons our itinerary cannot be disclosed to anyone."

Kiro : "So, if someone asks, can you keep it a secret for us? Especially if you come across a person wearing a suit and combing his hair like this."

Kiro said and swept his bangs to the left. After I realized who he was imitating, I couldn't help but snicker.

After listening to his words, the uncle showed a worried look.

Staff : "Don't worry! I'll never tell anyone, especially those gossiping reporters!"

Staff : "Go and play as much as you want!"

Kiro : "Okay! We'll have to trouble you with that then!"

Kiro nodded hurriedly.

After the staff gave us precautions, he took us to board the hot ai balloon with ease.

Kiro : "When I was filming, I wanted to take you with me to see this together!"

MC : "Is there any difference between the hot air balloon here and the one we took before?"

Thinking of the scene of watching fireworks on a hot air balloon with Kiro, I asked curiously.

Kiro : "Not the hot air balloon but the scenery from here."

As the hot air balloon slowly rose, Kiro winked slyly at me.

Kiro : "When we rode in a hot air balloon before, it seemed that we were only looking at the fireworks in the sky and ignoring looking down."

Kiro : "The scenery here is very beautiful even if you look at the flat ground below."

Kiro : "But when you look at it from even a higher place, you can feel its charm to the greatest extent. You'll see it later!"

Seeing Kiro's raised mouth, I couldn't help but become curious about the beauty he talked.

However, as the hot air balloon slowly rose into the air, Kiro and I dropped our shoulders in disappointment.

Due to heavy fog in the early morning, everything I saw before my eyes seemed to be caged in a layer of tulle and it was not clear.

Not only that, the oncoming wind was getting bigger and bigger. The hot air balloon we rode in the air was like a small boat driving in the sea, shaking

My bare skin felt a bit of coolness and I couldn't help holding my arms tightly.

Kiro : "Miss chips, are you cold?"

Before I could answer, Kiro stretched out his hands and hugged me but the next second, a sudden bump followed and I heard a bit of pained sound from the top of my hair.

Kiro : "Hiss-"

MC : "What happened?"

I pressed against Kiro's chest and looked up.

Kiro's brows were slightly furrowed and his hands gently touched his waist.

MC : "Did I bump into your injured place?"

Kiro : "Don't worry about such small things."

After speaking, Kiro smiled at me and the arm around my waist tightened even more as he put his chin on my shoulder.

MC : "You...!"

Kiro : "Miss chips, don't show such expression."

Kiro : "It's not everyday we get to be on a hot air balloon. We should be happy!"

Kiro gently smoothed my wrinkled face. I had no choice but to sigh helplessly.

MC : "....I'll be even happier if a certain dedicated actor could learn to cherish his body more in the future."

I whispered but Kiro laughed lowly in my ear.

Kiro : "In fact, these kinds of injuries are nothing."

Kiro : "Have you forgotten, MC? There was something even more serious than this before."

Kiro : "When I was shooting a costume film last time, I was hung upside down by a wire for several hours and when I landed, my right hand and knee were accidentally bruised."

Kiro : "During that time, there were a little bump and I had to crutch while walking. Last time, when I was acting as a courier, an out-of-control taxi broke into the set and collided with me."

Kiro : "I had inured my elbow and I was treated in the hospital for several months before returning to filming."

Kiro : "And more..."

MC : "KI-RO."

I gritted my teeth and hissed Kiro's name.

Although I have experienced everything he said with him, listening him bringing those up again so nonchalantly, I couldn't help but feel a bit scared.

MC : "Are you deliberately making me feel more distressed?"

Hearing this, he buried his head in my neck and laughed dully.

Kiro : "Of course not. Why would I willingly make MC sad?"

Kiro : "I just wanted to make you more at ease that-"

Kiro : "Such little injuries really don't really matter to Kiro, who is invincible."

Kiro : "I'm stronger than you think."

The golden hair fell on my cheek with his movements, making it itchy.

Just when I couldn't think of a rebuttal, I felt a touch of warmth on my cheeks while being poured into words.

Kiro : "MC, look!"

Kiro raised his head,, I followed his line of sight and saw the hot air balloon flying over the surging sea of clouds.

A dazzling sun reservedly fell on us.

Part 4

On the azure horizon, the magnificent rays of sunlight gradually smeared the entire sky.

Kiro walked to the hanging basket, took out the binoculars he had prepared in the morning and looked back at me excitedly.

Our colorful hot air balloon slowly rose up with the sun and the golden-light it reflected showered Kiro in a beautiful glow.

The scene in front of me was like an oil painting, which made people reluctant to tear their eyes away.

Seeing me startled a little, Kiro stretched out his hand towards me with a full smile in his clear eyes.

Kiro : "What are you doing, Miss Chips? Come here quickly."

I reacted quickly and couldn't help nodding excitedly and holding his hand tightly.

I looked down and found that mist of xenon nitrogen disappeared like marshmallows melted in water vapor.

MC : "The mist has dispersed...."

Kiro : "Woah...Now, we can enjoy the scenery better!"

The corners of Kiro's lips were lightly raised and my fingers were clasped together, our both palms were warm.

He leaned against me and pointed his finger to a place far away.

Kiro : "Look, that is the set we shot in! It's a big area but it only looks like a small place from here."

Kiro : "Next to it is the hotel we stayed in. Hm, I guess you have to look through a magnifying glass to see it!"

His voice is full of vitality like beating notes.

Kiro : "....And below is the sunflower field we just walked through."

I looked in the direction of Kiro's fingers.

The dazzling rays of light spread all over the earth and the sea of flowers that was originally invisible to the end is now fully visible like a long golden brocade under the blue sky and white clouds in the village.

In the distance, those tall houses and rolling hills that seemed unattainable in the ordinary days were now extremely small.

This is the scenery that can only be seen from a high place.

MC : "Looking at it from this angle, these sceneries really become a little different."

Kiro's eyes moved slightly, he tilted his head, thought for about two seconds and then suddenly raised his eyebrows at me.

Kiro : "MC, do you know what else we can do besides watching the scenery after boarding on a hot air balloon?"

MC : "What is it?"

He smiled mysteriously, then trumpeted his hands and shouted loudly.

Kiro : "It's so happy thing to be able to ride a hot air balloon with MC!!!"

His voice was carried by the gentle summer breeze into the wide table sky. Kiro looked at me and lowered his eyes playfully.

Kiro : "In many movies I've seen before, the hero and the heroine stand on the hot air balloon and speak out their most sincere wishes or feelings."

Kiro : "Do you wanna try it out too?"

The expectation in his eyes made people unable to say words of rejection so, I cleared my throat and shouted out like him.

MC : "I'm also very happy to ride a hot air balloon with Kiro!!!"

Kiro : "That's all?"

Kiro : "Humph, Miss chips can't be lazy and copy my answer!"

Looking at Kiro's dissatisfied face, I thought for a while before adding another sentence.

MC : "Also I hope Kiro won't get hurt while filming anymore!!!"

Kiro was taken aback for a moment, then laughed uncontrollably and gently rubbed my hair.

Kiro : "Miss Chips is still thinking about this."

MC : "Because it's very important to me."

MC : "Didn't you say I have to express my heart's wish? I thought of this right away...."

Kiro looked at me, sighed helplessly and nodded as if he had made up his mind.

Kiro : "Okay then, it's decided!"

Kiro : "I promise that no matter what movie I take part in the future, I'll definitely be turned as "Kiro" after it's finished!"

Looking at the bright smiling face in front of me, I couldn't help but shake my head.

MC : "Although, I want to believe it, I know Kiro too well okay~"

MC : "I know your habit of dealing with things, you will definitely go all out for every opportunity and injuries will naturally be a common place."

MC : "So, although I'm still worried, instead of hiding things, I hope you'll might as well tell me directly."

I took a sigh of relief and looked at Kiro. A clear blue sky spread out behind and I unreservedly revealed the truest thoughts in my heart--

MC : "After all, if you want to stand on a higher place, I'll naturally accompany you."

Kiro : "MC...."

Kiro muttered my name and in his eyes as blues as the sky, I was reflected on it.

When we looked at each other, I suddenly blinked and smiled mischievously at him.

MC : "Such a beautiful scenery today, of course I can't let you take all the fun and enjoy it alone~"

With that said, I took the binoculars in Kiro's hand and looked into distance.

Kiro was stunned for a moment then he couldn't help laughing, leaning into my ear.

Kiro : "Let me take a look?"

The warm breath dampened my ears and it echoed in my heart long and sweet.

Seeing that I was unmoved, Kiro suddenly chuckled. Then a soft touch fell on my face--

MC : "!!"

Kiro : [chuckle] "Miss Chips blushed."

MC : "....You just enjoy the scenery!"

The person beside me moved his body and gradually approached me--

Kiro : "But right now, what attracts me even more than the scenery..."

Kiro : "Is here..."

The soft and moist breath brushed my face and the sweetness bloomed in my lips and my heart.

In the dreamlike scene, we flew higher and farther in the hot air balloon--

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DATE CLEARED~

Call -  Film Festival(电影节)

Kiro’s Moments : {Plan Successful! 计划成功!}

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[T/N : Delay reason moved to the tags.]

I wanna thank @the-tsunderes-dummy​ for listening to my problems and her efforts to help me! She was so kind and patient with me T^T I’m very thankful to her tips & advices. If it weren’t for her then I would’ve probably lost motivation & this date would’ve delayed for even longer. I hope everyone liked the date!)

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Kiro’s Work Visit Date (探班之约) Translation [CN]

Hi! Just a couple of notes before you begin reading...

This fluffy and wholesome date was just released (March 11, 2021) in the CN server and will eventually be released in the ENG server sometime next year.

I also don’t know any Chinese myself so all of this translation was done through the power of Google Translate and with help from the lovely @keliosyfan​ .

You can read his Couch Potato call that comes with this date here!

Hope you enjoy!~

*Spoilers ahead for future content!*

[First Part]

MC: So now the question is….

Kiro: Wait a minute! I didn’t seem to understand too much of what was said. Let me take a look!

During the video call, Kiro suddenly moved his face close to the screen with excitement.

Kiro: Miss Chips, do you mean that….you’re going to go in person and be a host on the show?

MC: Pretty much….

Some time ago, I did a variety show about a certain European town called “Cloud Tourism”.

The reason it’s called “Cloud Tourism” is because I’ve never been to this small town before. I only got a preliminary understanding of the traditional customs there through a novel.

Out of an abundance of interest, I consulted a lot of relevant sources and finally released a program with the concept of “seeing words as faces”.

Originally it was just an experiment inspired by an idea that didn’t really make any big splashes in China.

Unexpectedly, an internet celebrity from the small town recommended this program on his personal blog which led to it becoming popular very quickly.

Kiro: Oh….slowly but surely, I figured it out.  Not only has this show received great praise, the local TV station also sincerely invited you to come and do some interviews. Even in the form of a reality show, I must say that Miss Chips is amazing!

MC: ......

MC: I think you understand it pretty clearly but some parts are exaggerated….

Kiro: Congratulations, MC!~

Kiro: If I wasn’t shooting abroad, I would definitely take you there to celebrate! But we can celebrate like we did before….

MC: Wait! Wait a minute! I haven’t decided whether to go or not yet….

Kiro: This is a great opportunity to promote the company. Why are you so hesitant?

MC: Although I have previous experience, this would be my first time shooting as the host….

MC: What if I’m too nervous in front of the camera? It’ll affect the shoot.

Kiro: Miss Chips.

On the screen, Kiro sat upright and pushed his glasses up that were nonexistent.

Kiro: It seems that you’ve forgotten that there’s an experienced acting teacher right in front of you.

MC: Pff….I would like to ask Mr. Kiro how I can act natural in front of the camera. 

Kiro: It is very simple. Step one is to do the warm-up exercises in advance. Your shoulders should also be really relaxed. Then imagine the camera as a friend who can’t speak and has big eyes….

A few minutes later, Kiro was still “teaching” very professional acting techniques on the phone screen.

Kiro: Hello, MC, are you still listening?

MC: Um….I don’t think I can do this.

His bright eyes suddenly crinkled upwards, hiding a triumphant smile.

Kiro: I’m just teasing you. In fact, you only need to remember the first few steps.

MC: But I’m worried that if I get nervous, I’ll forget those first few steps. I hope that I can become Kiro that day!

Kiro curled his lips up again when he heard those words.

Kiro: Then close your eyes and hypnotize yourself….

Kiro: “I am the superstar Kiro!” 

[Second Part]

At five o’clock in the morning in the dressing room at the local TV station.

I tilted my head to face the makeup artist and held back yet another yawn.

The makeup artist whispered a few words to the accompanying translator and then left the dressing room.

Translator: Miss MC, the makeup artist has finished your makeup. The director will be here shortly. You can rest for a while.

I nodded gratefully. This country’s language is one that I’m not familiar with so the TV station specifically hired an interpreter.

As soon as I closed my eyes, I felt my phone vibrate.

Kiro: MC, are you still in makeup?

MC: Just finished. Are you ready to start work too?

Kiro: I’ve already been working for an hour.

MC: Why so early? It’s only five o’clock where you are!

Kiro: Don’t worry, I’m used to this kind of shooting routine.

Although I’ve known before that Kiro started almost every filming session in the morning, this was the first time experiencing it for myself. It’s hard work getting up early and putting on makeup.

What’s more, he often works overtime to catch up on his other stuff and rarely has enough time to rest.

MC: Then you must take time to rest!

Kiro: It’s okay. If I’m tired, I just close my eyes and think of Miss Chips’ smile. 

Kiro seemed to take a deep breath on the other end.

Kiro: Hmm~ Charging is complete!

I seemed to see him being content and I couldn’t help being amused by him. 

Kiro: By the way, what is your shooting schedule today?

MC: It’s sightseeing shooting. The director arranged to take me to several local attractions and I can also choose places of interest. 

MC: The first stop on the agenda is to explore the shop on the pedestrian street.

Kiro: Great! I heard from the crew that there is a famous cake shop on the pedestrian street of that small town. I will send you the address.

Kiro: Only by filling up your stomach and replenishing your energy can you be in the best state!

(Cut to the street)

MC: Well….

I watched my stiff expression and rigid body in the video replay. I couldn’t help but curl my toes and pick at the ground.

Director: Take it easy, alright?

I nodded slowly.

The director looked at me with sympathy and discussed some things with the translator for a while.

Translator: The director wants to know if you have anything you want to do. He suggested that if we start with one of your interests first, you’ll get into the right state of mind faster.

MC: Well, there is one place….

I almost immediately thought of the cake shop that Kiro had mentioned.

(Cut to cake shop)

Because of how early it was in the morning when we arrived at this cake shop called “Flipped”, the first batch of pastries had just come out of the oven. 

I was standing in front of the shop window outside the store while the director was preparing for shooting and I made adjustments for myself. 

Shoulders down, jaw relaxed, a smile appeared on my face. I recalled the formula Kiro taught me.

Close your eyes. Look into your heart.

“I’m the “not afraid of anything” Kiro!”

A burst of mellow sweetness lingered wantonly in the air. I opened my eyes and focused on the window again.

A pair of bright and familiar smiling eyes appeared in the window. The owner of these smiling eyes waved to me.

I felt my heart jump out of my chest.

Kiro: Hello, Miss Chips~ 

Looking at the two intersecting faces on the window glass, I finally couldn’t help but smile.

Oops, I really did become Kiro.

[Third Part]

I didn’t expect Kiro to have secretly been planning to see me on set. I was pleasantly surprised and realized that I was deceived by him during the morning call.

I made a “follow me” gesture to him through the glass.

(Cut to alleyway)

In the alleyway next to the cake shop, I wiped away the shock in my heart and checked, again and again, to make sure that no one else had followed us.

Kiro: Don’t worry, MC. Almost all the folks in this small town will have no idea who I am. And….

He pointed proudly to the sunglasses on his nose.

Kiro: I also came prepared.

I looked around and around and deliberately put on a face of worry.

MC: Why are you here? Weren’t you filming in another country?

Kiro: Actually, I don’t have any shooting arrangements today. It only takes an hour and a half to fly to this country from the shooting location. And it only takes two hours to take the train from the town’s airport.

MC: No matter how easy you make it sound, that was no easy journey….

MC: And with this time off, you should be resting in the hotel.

He pulled down his sunglasses aggrievedly. 

Kiro: But I really wanted to visit you at work for once, and give you encouragement at your side, just like what you did for me last time.

Kiro: And more importantly, I really missed you…. 

(Here’s a cute little clip of this dialogue uploaded by @cheri-translates​  !)

MC: Kiro….

All of my pretentious arrogance dissipated in an instant and I was about to reach out and hug him. But, he crossed his arms in front of him.

Kiro: But speaking of shooting, I just observed it secretly and your performance does have some small flaws.

Kiro: Your expressions are small and stiff, your movements are rigid and tiny, and your eye contact flutters from time to time….

Kiro: Also, you can walk without looking at the camera…. If I look at the camera while walking, [robot noises] don’t I look like a robot?

The more he talked about it, the more he assumed the coach position. He made a great show of it too.

I was so embarrassed that I nodded my head to accept the criticism with shame.

Kiro: Hahahaha--I’ll stop teasing you. 

He leaned over and squished my cheek and curled his lips again.

Kiro: Although, I can see that you are a bit nervous. I’m used to seeing your confident working style as a producer on set….

Kiro: It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you this nervous. You can do it, love! *Did my own interpretation of what he said here cause I had no clue what Google was trying to say lol.*

He opened his arms and the morning sun fell on his shoulders.

Kiro: Come on, Miss Chips.

Kiro: Thank you for your hard work. For that, you get a rechargeable hug from Kiro.

I nodded my head hard and as soon as I took a step of joy, the director poked his head out of the alley. 

Director: Stand by, sweety!

I slammed the brakes and took out my phone, pretending to take a call. I shook my head slightly at Kiro.

He immediately showed me an aggrieved expression and I gave him a wink.

MC: It’s okay, I’ve already learned a recharging trick from Teacher Kiro.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, sketching a picture of bright, smiling eyes on the pitch-black canvas.

When I opened my eyes, those smiling eyes gradually merged with Kiro’s in front of me.

MC: Charging is complete~

(Cut to inside cake shop)

Under the guidance of Kiro, “the super professional”, I calmed down and tried to get into the shooting state.

However, in order to not affect my shooting state, Kiro pretended to be a stranger and waited silently near the shooting location.

When I don’t know which dessert to choose, he would raise his voice and give me a hint.

With pastry crumbs hanging on the corner of my mouth, he pointed at the corner of his mouth and winked at me until I understood what he meant.

During the filming, there were children running around noisily, so he used the tablecloth on the table to do some tricks to attract their attention.

Perhaps because of his “invisible” companionship, I really became more natural before I knew it.

Translator: The shooting in the store is OK! The director said that we are going to shoot some scenes on the pedestrian street next. Miss MC just needs to walk around the street casually.

After checking the route with the director in the cake shop, I realized that the table where Kiro was sitting was empty.

(Cut to the street)

I walked out of the cake shop and looked around but did not find him.

Without giving me too much time to think, the director shouted to start behind the camera.

I tried to walk the streets with peace of mind but my eyes subconsciously looked for Kiro.

Although the sun is shining in the early spring, there is still a bit of a chill in the air that has just warmed up.

Inexplicably, my heart is a little empty.

There was hustle and bustle on the other side of the street and my gaze followed the prestige in the center surrounded by a group of local children. The familiar blonde hair was dazzling and shining.

Kiro was holding a few yellow balloons in his hand with the children cheering around him as if he had helped them stop the balloons from flying away.

He squatted down and handed them the balloons one by one.

As if he could feel my gaze, he turned around and gave me an unreserved smile.

The empty part of my heart instantly filled up at this moment.

I retracted my gaze and found that the director was gesturing at me to continue walking. I quickly continued to walk.

When I pretended to spontaneously look to the other side of the road, I found Kiro with his hands in his pockets walking at the same pace as me.

Although separated by the road, he walked with me in such a special way.

The approaching noon sunshine finally had the temperature as spring.

[Fourth Part]

The shooting had finally come to an end before dusk came.

But Kiro disappeared when I was filming the last scenic spot.

As soon as I had finished work, I took out my phone to check it and found that Kiro had sent me two text messages half an hour ago.

Kiro: MC, I will have filming tomorrow so I have to rush to take the last train.

Kiro: Also, you performed well. I know my MC is the best.

I hurriedly called Kiro but the call informed me that his phone was turned off.

I took a look at the time and it was about 20 minutes away from the shooting location to the train station in town.

Maybe Kiro has boarded the return train and even arrived at the airport….

However, before I could think rationally, I didn’t hesitate to reach out and stop a taxi.

(Cut to the train station)

Due to the small population of the town, the train station at dusk is deserted.

I couldn’t understand the local language on the big screen at the station so I stood on tiptoe and looking into the waiting area in the hall.

Benches in the waiting area, a window for manual ticket purchases, on both sides of the platform, beside the vending machine.

Kiro wasn’t there.

My shoulders drooped in disappointment and I walked slowly towards the station gate.

The setting sun gives off the last bit of its light and the half-curved dome clouds shroud half the station hall in the shadows.

A slender figure stepped out of the shadow and looked at the phone in his hand, his face was as disappointed and lonely as mine.

The sunset gradually kept coming down for another minute but it just happened to pass through the windows around the station, covering the entire lobby with a layer of gold.

I looked at the young man illuminated by the golden light and couldn’t help but shout.

MC: Kiro!!!

He raised his head with a surprised expression.

Kiro: MC?

I waved at him frantically and ran in his direction.

He regained his senses after a brief moment of disbelief and then opened his arms wide like everytime he hugs me.

The moment his breath came to my face, my heart was filled with contentment.

Kiro put a hand around my waist tightly, lowered his head, and rubbed my forehead.

Kiro: Why are you here?

MC: I remembered that I borrowed something from you today, so I ran to pay you back.

Kiro: What’s that?

I tightened my arms around his neck.

MC: Isn’t this for you?

His breathing seemed to be slightly stagnant. He slid his hand on my waist to my hair.

Kiro: Then I’ll gladly take it.

MC: I….

He bowed his head slightly, and put the words that I was eager to confide in between his lips.

.

.

.

Trains in foreign towns are always prone to delays. Thanks to this, Kiro has been at the station until now so we now have the opportunity to be alone outside of our schedules.

As soon as the setting sun fell, the stars scrambled to fill the sky.

We were dressed in starlight, sitting side-by-side on the benches outside of the station, waiting for the late train. 

Kiro: How was the last scenic shoot? Did it go well? 

MC: OK! But when I was eating a snack, I poured all the ingredients inside by accident.

MC: But in fact, you’re just supposed to pick a flavour and eat it as a dip. The director laughed and shouted “CUT”....

Kiro: Pff….hahahahaha! Fortunately, I wasn’t there or I would’ve been laughing even louder!

MC: And there was….

I counted all the interesting things about today’s shooting, and laughed happily with Kiro.

Kiro: I’m glad I was able to come to the shoot today. Otherwise, I would have missed so many interesting things about MC.

MC: Kiro, do you feel that our current conversations seem to have the roles reversed?

MC: I used to visit you at your shoots, and you talked with me about all the interesting things that happened during them.

MC: Today, we “swapped” identities, and I feel a little delicate.

Kiro: Can I interview the delicate mood of Miss Chips?

He held his hand out to me as if he were holding a microphone and placed it in front of my mouth.

MC: Well, when I was shooting before, I could always feel your gaze. I felt it a lot today.

MC: It turned out to be difficult to stop myself from gazing back.

MC: Obviously, I saw you all day, but I had to hold back from looking at you.

MC: Obviously, you are by my side, but I have to resist the urge to hug you….

My cheeks were slightly hot and I avoided Kiro’s gaze. I lifted my head to look at the stars in the sky when I heard a “click”.

I turned my head and found that Kiro was taking pictures of me with his phone, the power bank that I had given him was still hanging from it.

MC: !

I took a look at the phone in his hand and saw the picture.

MC: It’s ugly! Delete it quickly!

Kiro: How is it ugly? The most natural MC is obviously the most lovely MC!

MC: I’m not letting you keep the power bank to charge your phone as revenge. Delete it quickly!

I struggled to snatch the phone from him, only to find that all the pictures he had taken today were of me.

I randomly clicked on a picture Kiro had taken of me eating a grilled sausage with an exaggerated expression, with me nervously facing the table in the background.

MC: You little….!

I glared at him angrily then clicked on other photos.

I frowned and watched the replay. I was stubbornly asking for another shot and I looked at him in the distance.

Kiro: Miss Chips….

He prolonged the ending, slowly coming closer to me.

Kiro: Don’t delete them. They’re all my precious memories of you. I want to keep them.

MC: No wonder your phone is out of power. You took too many photos!

He heard the relaxation in my tone and happily took the phone from me.

Kiro: Is this really too much? Compared to all of the photos of me on your phone, this is nothing out of the ordinary.

I blushed and tried to retort.

MC: Well, that’s because you are Kiro!

Kiro: But to me, you are MC.

He said this in a sincere tone.

Kiro: Just like you said, I also felt MC’s unusual mood today.

Kiro: I was worried whether you would be thirsty after talking for so long. And worried that you’d be tired after shooting for so long.

Kiro: You did well. I'm proud of you.

Kiro: The most important is….

He slowly came closer to me. I was the only thing in the reflection of his eyes.

Kiro: Although the scenery of this small town is beautiful, your shooting content is also very rich.

Kiro: But just like this moment….

Kiro: Under the starry sky, I can only see you.

Kiro: You are the unique star in my world. 

[END]

[arytha]

At eighteen years old, Lin Qingyu was married as part of a Chong Xi into the Nan'an Hou Mansion, becoming the ill Lu Wancheng's male wife.

On the eve of their wedding, Young Master Hou lay lazily on the bed and said, "Beauty, to be honest, I really don't want to engage in domestic struggles. I just want to drift along, eat and wait to die. I want to be a salted fish."

A year later, Young Master Hou became gravely ill. He took Lin Qingyu's hand and sighed, "Wife, I'm going to die, but I think I can continue to transmigrate. In order for you to properly recognize me in the future, let us set a secret code."

After the death of Young Master Hou, Lin Qingyu was prepared to stay a widow all his ife. Unexpectedly, after only half a year, the great general who had rendered outstanding nilitary service, actually came to propose marriage.

Lin Qingyu would rather die. But the general said but one statement, "If odd, change; if even, remain the same?"

Lin Qingyu: "... I will marry you."

After two years, the general died in battle Before Lin Qingyu even had time to grieve, he was recruited into the palace by the Emperor.

The emperor complained aggrievedly, "Baobei, this time I have became the Emperor. My salted fish dreams have been completely shattered..."

Lin Qingyu knew that although his husband was a bag of lazybones, no one was his equal when it came to conspiracy and schemes He rubbed the Emperor's head. "Dont think about it. Get started on those reports. Behave yourself."

on CG again so i gotta text from image 👍 i love this synopsis.

tfw you're a 'normal' guy married to a transmigrator