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constantinerkives · 2 years ago

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Unholy Matrimony, YJM // (M)

PAIRINGS: GP Demon! Yoo Jimin x fem violinist reader

WARNINGS: bl00d, demonic ritual, use of classical music as a means of summoning a demon, brief mention of religion, violinist reader, YJM is the daughter of the big man downstairs (if you get what I mean), reader's in her early thirties but she offered herself when she was twenty-three, Karina has poetic rizz, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, marking, mating, unprotected sex (stay safe ya'll), breeding, breeding kink, creampie, age-gap, Karina speaks IN LATIN, who are we kidding, KARINA IS THE MAIN WARNING

SYNOPSIS: It's amazing how desperation can lead from one thing to another. You crave to be recognized, to be valued. And it's selfish - but she approves. After all, it's humane - greed. And she'd be a terrible wife if she doesn't support your one-way trip to eternal damnation. But that's where she comes in, to stop it from happening and give you nothing but luxury and comfort. I guess you can say that being married to a devil isn't bad after all.

A/N: Hi guys! this is my first fic, hope you like it <3333 I've also made some modifications from the original story, hope you guys won't mind. Sorry to keep you guys waiting but I was fighting demons (lmao) for the plot of this one-shot, Happy reading <3!

WORDCOUNT: 9, 535 oops this was self-indulgent AHHAHAHA shi-

THIS IS ALL FICTITIOUS AND THEREFORE SHALL NOT BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY.

TERMS AND DEFINITIONS: Melodiam meum - means 'my melody' in Latin Dilecto - beloved in Latin Hermaphrodite - an organism having both male and female sex organs or other sexual characteristics, either abnormally or as a natural condition Brava - well done or very good. It is used to praise a female performer

It's ridiculous

The creature watches with amusement as it eyes the young lady standing alone in her spacious living room. Her silhouette is wrapped in darkness with no source of light other than the soft glow of five white candles circling her. Her face remains in the dark, veiled with desperation with a whiff of mystery.

How desperation can lead you to commit the things you thought you wouldn't do.

"Please," She whispers, "Please work,"

It inclines its head, watching as the young lady pulls out a kitchen knife. The blade glints menacingly in the dark as she positions it atop her wrist.

Do you want to do this?

And cuts her flesh, crimson dense liquid oozes out of her flesh and she directs it to-

The creature sneers. A violin. Her blood coats the strings of the instrument, and traces of her drip down to the floor as she picks up the bloody violin and begins to play a familiar piece; popular with seasoned violinists.

The Devil's Trill Sonata

You are a desperate girl...

She plays with feverish determination all while her wrist continues to bleed. The demon crosses its legs, arms crossed against its chest, and leans comfortably against the velvet settee.

That's it. Keep playing. I am no stranger to greed. Play it with your heart's desires.

Her fingers smoothly transitioned from one note to another, clean and precise. The first movement leads you to a false sense of softness and beauty, and slowly...the devil grins as the young woman slightly loses her balance. She's running out of time, running out of blood. Ah, poor soul. She hasn't even reached the second movement yet. It seems like another soul will perish for nothing. It watches with practiced dismay as the girl's body visibly pales, and she's beginning to lose her energy. She's one push away from knocking a candle and collapsing - losing her life to a meaningless offer.

After all, what the devil played was far superior to what Giuseppe Tartini had played. The creature's lips curl to a sneer. No other violinist had come close to its execution.

Then, with a stroke of luck, the girl regained her composure for some unfathomable reason. The devil blinks, surprised by the sudden change as she grounds her feet against the tiled floors pooling with her blood and strokes the strings violently; the entity's face beams with unbridled pride. The girl plays over four octaves of the note G, with her hands stretched out over three octaves. A move that the daughter of Lucifer can only execute.

Interesting

The human plays with intensity now, and the entity finds itself leaning away from the backrest of the seat, watching with phantom hawk-like eyes as the girl pours every last bit of her living minutes into its piece. For centuries, no one has executed it the same way this mere human did. Anger and envy flash in its eyes as it flicks a hand. The candles' feeble light extinguishes, all except one, and the girl weakly gasps.

The entity hastily stands up from the velvet settee and gracefully stalks toward the confused and terrified girl as she mumbles: "What? What the hell happened - did it work?"

Oh, it did pretty human.

It grabbed the candle as it willed itself to manifest a physical form. The young woman gasps as the creature grabs her by the collar of her blouse, and with its' other hand, it holds the candle next to her features. The woman lets out a pathetic yelp as she looks up only to see two rich ichor irises looking down at her with scorn, envy, and dare she adds amusement.

The demon examines her delicate features, soft brown eyes, fair skin, and a whiff of innocence that crumbles down to greed and desperation.

And fear

It's beautiful

"Have I satisfied you?" The girl meekly starts. Her voice sounds distant. She's hanging on for dear life, and the demon wanted her to fall into the pits of eternal damnation. But it begrudgingly longed for her to play it again. For no human played it as well as she.

The entity narrows its' eyes as the girl begins to lose her balance. Her knees were about to give out if it wasn't for the being holding her by the collar.

The demon leans close, and the girl's eyes visibly shake. It slowly lets go of her collar and reaches out for her cut wrist, its talons almost cutting into her skin. She gasps as she felt a searing burn crawl over her cut wrist.

"Be seeing you," It said, vowed. Before the demon drops the candle and lets go of the girl, allowing her to collapse into her pool of blood before it disappears into thin air.

Years have passed, and you are a renowned violinist of your generation. Here you stand in front of your devoted fans, playing the piece that brought you money, power, and glory in the world of music.

A small smile graces your lips as the curtains close, and the theater erupts in cheers and applause. Another successful concert lands on your plate. You return to your first stance as your posture relaxes, and you make your way backstage. Your handler, Park Sooyoung, her fair complexion glows underneath the lights. Her exquisite red dress hugs her body flawlessly as she approaches you with a wide grin and drapes her arm around your shoulder. "Another successful concert - this calls for a celebration!" She wriggles her brows, and you merely chuckle in reply.

As much as you want to, your muscles crave rest. And a drink.

With an apologetic smile, you reject your handler's offer for a celebratory dinner, promising to eat with her tomorrow, but for now, you need a night's rest.

She understands with a soft smile and gently pats your shoulder. "Of course, you deserve it after playing The Devil's Trill Sonata for almost fifteen minutes." Sooyoung chuckles. "But I'll escort you to your private drinking booth before I, too, call it a night. How does that sound?"

"Perfect," You agree, and the latter takes you to your destination and leaves you to your drink of choice, red wine. Château Lafite Rothschild.

A pleased sigh leaves your lips as you unceremoniously collapse on your seat. Tired eyes examining your surroundings, your booth is a spacious room. Walls wrapped with high-quality velvet wallpaper, expensive paintings depicting pagan Gods, the lights were the same, albeit softer to look at, and plants to give the room a bit of life.

A relaxing sight. You pour your wine and lean comfortably against your seat, your head thrown back, allowing your neck to rest whilst your right hand holds the stem of your wine glass.

That's what life's about, luxury.

And you bathed in it. You crave the beauty of wealth and luxury that your way in life has brought to you.

Just as you're basking in peace, a figure emerges from the shadows in a black blur. You didn't notice it until the atmosphere grows heavy, your skin prickling at the sensation that someone is watching you.

"Indeed, that's what life's all about. Isn't it? Basking in luxury."

"You've done well tonight, Ji Y/N." Says a feminine voice, steely, low, and churning. You snap your head towards the owner of the voice; your face turns bloodless, even at the warm glow of the light, and there sits a resplendent woman wearing a black cropped blazer; underneath it is a matching black tube and matching back trousers and heels. At the base of her slim neck is a layered gold necklace. The outfit was simple, but her features made up for it. The woman sitting before you has a fair complexion that will put the moon to shame, a sharp jaw, plump lips, luscious black hair tied neatly to a high ponytail, and a small face. Not to mention her lean stature and posture. Judging by the way she gracefully sits, she's taller than you. And just like you, she too is holding a wine glass, slim fingers, and perfectly manicured nails secure the stem of her glass.

But something's amiss. Yes, she is human, a beautiful human, and you're no stranger to all things beautiful - but something about this woman's beauty throws you off.

A trip to the uncanny - something about her doesn't match humanity at all.

She lacked warmth, not only in her eyes but her overall presence.

"Who are you?" You demanded, "What are you doing here?"

The woman's lips curl to a grin, showing you her perfect set of teeth. "You don't remember?" She asks in return, unperturbed. Your face twists to a scowl, "I asked you a question." Posture bristling with guarded animosity before you peered over her shoulder. "Security!"

The air grows heavy as the woman holds an open palm up. She is no longer smiling. "That won't be necessary." Her voice was cold and cutting, booming with authority like no other. Then, her grin returns. "Perhaps this shall jog your memory, pretty girl."

She blinks, and her cold, brown eyes change to a rich hue of gold. Menacing and distant.

"Be seeing you,"

On cue, your right wrist burns, causing you to drop your wine glass against the carpeted floor. You back away from her, standing up too hastily, and in return your seat tumbles.

"You," A sharp gasp leaves your lips. No, it's too soon. A cold, hard laugh tumbles from the latter's lips. "My," She sips her drink before gently setting it against the tabletop.

"Are you here to collect my soul?" There it is again, that meek tone. The devil inclines her head to the side, brows furrowed. "Me? Collect you? Oh. No, no. Not yet melodiam meum." You don't know what it means, but the way it rolled off her tongue made your gut churn.

"Then why are you here?" You voiced out.

She eyes you up and down. "You know, my beloved. I am offended by the turn of events." She stands up, and you instinctively back away as she circles the table and stalks toward you. Her hips swayed in a sultry manner as she did. She keeps advancing until your back is pressed against the wall, hands pressed to your sides while the raven-haired enigma delicately brushes her knuckles against your cheek. The contact sends shivers down your spine. Her proximity allows you to inhale her seductive scent. The blend of florals with amber and musk is a perfect balance of femininity and masculinity.

"For years, I watched over you. I made sure no harm came to you and only commanded success to fall into your plate. I blessed you with concert after concert - and I know your love for all things beautiful." The devil purrs.

"So I made myself beautiful for you, dilecto."

Not a single lie in sight. "Who are you?"

"Karina," She replies, "My name is Karina Yoo." The latter pauses. Her gold eyes trailed down from your eyes to your lips.

"Do remember that, my bride. I will walk the earth with you until your time here is due. And the world will know me as your companion, your spouse."

And your vision turns black.

You woke with a groan, your head throbs with pain, and you shift in your bed. The white sheets cling onto your skin as you lay on your side, the sun peeking through your curtains, blessing your suite with its light. You stare up at the ceiling, rubbing the sleep of your eyes, and as you regain your awareness. Well, so are your memories of last night.

Your body quickly turns cold, and you sit up, muscles aching in protest, but you ignore it as you check yourself. You are wearing your sleepwear as opposed to the form-fitting dress you wore for the concert last night. Nothing else seems to be wrong except for the fact that you did not change your dress last night. Who brought you to your suite, then? It couldn't be Sooyoung. She went on her way first.

"You're awake," Says a familiar, cold voice.

The hairs at the back of your neck rise.

Slowly, you turn your head to the tall figure leaning against the doorway to your lounging area. Karina, as she calls herself, is no longer wearing her black suit. Instead, she's wearing a white button-up shirt, black trousers that reach three inches above her ankles, and black oxfords. Her rich, black hair cascaded freely like a black waterfall.

"Karina," You rasped, and the devil's lips curled to a smile. "You remembered."

You press your back against the headboard, posture brustling with animosity as your hands' fists the sheets. "What did you do to me?"

The latter frowns, "I did nothing, pretty girl. I merely allowed your body to rest for tonight before-"

"Before what?" You cut her off breathlessly as your forehead begins to sweat, and your body becomes warm with each passing second - soon, your body is veiled by a thin sheen of sweat, making you uncomfortable as you throw the duvet away from your feverish body.

Your stomach churns harshly, and your eyes sting as you fall onto your side, hands clutching your stomach as you look at the entity standing at the foot of your bed, eyes studying your writhing figure.

"What did you do to me?" You sob as the pain doubles, fiery, almost.

Karina's features break to a knowing smile as if she had seen this before and approaches the side of your bed, the mattress dips at her weight and reaches a pale, slender hand towards you, and you find yourself not moving, too feverish, so you let her touch you. And her touch was soothing.

"Shhh," The raven-haired enigma coaxes, "Your body is reacting to its new owner. Best to let me handle this, Y/N."

New owner?

You couldn't process anything, distracted by her touch soothes your hot skin as you slowly relax into the sheets. A relieved sigh leaves your lips as the pain ebbs away.

"Easy does it," She remarks, "Are you feeling better now, delicto?"

"Yes," You reply curtly as you eye her warily. "Wonderful," She gracefully stands from your bed, "Now rest. I'm sure you have questions for me once you recover."

"No," You protest, and her gaze turns sharp, making you shrink in your bed as she tilts her head. "No? What do you mean no?"

"I have a meeting with a sponsor," You stammer under her piercing gaze. The latter pauses, "You have plenty of time to prepare, rest. I'll take care of it."

"Take care of what?"

She flashed her bright golden eyes at you, and once again, your vision turns black. Three hours later, a scandal broke out.

Italy is known for its warm, Mediterranean climate. Summers are always hot, sunny, and dry.

But no amount of summer dresses can protect you from the cold, piercing gaze of your handler who sits across you in a cafe with her arms crossed and her expression blank.

After Karina took care of your meeting with a sponsor, word got out fast and a controversy broke out with your fans shocked at the fact that you are married. Hence the meeting with your handler, who also knew nothing of the situation.

"So," She begins, "You're married?"

You tried not to cringe as you looked at Karina; who was sitting beside you, drinking her espresso with gusto. She wore a black coat with red lapels, a black turtle neck, trousers, and heels.

"Yes," She replies as she sets down her mug. Sooyoung slowly turns to your 'wife' before looking at you. "And since when were you two married?"

"Seven years," Karina smoothly replies. You two shared a glance. Seven years ago, you offered your soul to her.

"And how come I only knew about this after Mrs. Yoo talked to your sponsor?"

"I wasn't feeling well," You wince, "I told my wife-" This coming off from your tongue is a foreign sensation. "That it can wait, but she insisted."

"Y/N was bone-tired last night." Karina adds, "I'd be a terrible wife if I insist that she gets out of the house to speak to the sponsor, so I took it upon myself to go." You softly cleared your throat, "How did the public react to this?"

"They've seen Karina's photos." Sooyoung leans against her seat, "They approve of her." A wry smile graced her lips, "That adds your wife to their list of 'celebrity crushes' I believe."

You repressed a sigh of relief, "That's good news."

"Don't be too relieved yet," She massages her temples, "You have yet to address this at your conference. I'll have your script ready, and of course, your wife has to follow it as well." She turns to look at the devil disguised as your wife. "Is that okay with you?"

Karina grins and suddenly interlocks her hand with yours. The sudden action surprises you, and she flashes you a look. Your lips form a practiced smile, and you duck your head as if you are flustered.

"Yes, I'm fine with it. So long as this keeps my wife happy."

"Good, the conference starts at 2 PM sharp. Let's get you both ready before then."

Addressing your marriage to the public was easy. The press loved ogling at your 'wife'. You can't blame them though she looked ethereal in her outfit; a form-fitting black, high-neck dress and a black blazer draped over her shoulders, and her hair was freely cascading down to her breasts with diamond earrings as her accessories while you wore white dress. Both of you looked exquisite during the conference, and you didn't forget the way the reporters begin talking all at once upon announcing your next concert and the piece you'll be laying next.

The Last Rose Of Summer by Heinrich Wilhelm Ernst.

Heinrich Wilhelm Ernst is not the biggest name in classical music, but his ‘The Last Rose Of Summer’ is notorious among violinists for being a complete nightmare to play. Ernst was an obsessive devotee of Paganini, the original violin rockstar, and he loved to include stupidly complex pizzicato in his music. Karina's soft lips curl to a smirk as she ends the event by taking your hand in hers. You eye her cautiously. This wasn't part of the script?

Still, she raises your hand and brings it to her soft, warm lips, pecking the back of your palm. Your cheeks warmed as the cameras flashed. Your spouse looks at the press and flashes them a jaw-dropping smile. "We'll get going now. May you all have a nice afternoon." Without another word, she leads you down from the stage and to the exit, where a sleek black car awaits the both of you.

"Take us back to the hotel, please." You told the driver. The man nods and was about to close the partition before Karina speaks up. "Take us to Ratanà, Mr. Giovani. I'll treat my wife to a nice meal after the conference."

"Very well, Mrs. Yoo." The driver replies with a thick accent before finally closing the partition. You glare at the latter while she leans comfortably against the leather cushion and looks at you. Karina arched a perfectly sculpted brow. "Why the surly look, wife?"

"What are you going to do in a restaurant?" You snap at her. Karina guffaws in amusement.

"I'd like to see how the world changed after centuries." She simply answers. "I'd like to see more of the world with my two eyes."

A huff leaves your lips as you turn away from her and cross your arms against your chest. "You still have some explaining to do."

"Which is why a restaurant is a perfect place for it."

"People will hear you."

"I've booked us a private booth." You snapped your head towards her, "You did what?"

"I won't repeat myself, beloved." She chuckles, "As you've said, I owe you an explanation.

The people inside Ratanà gawked at the two of you as soon as you entered the restaurant. The clattering of plates and utensils stopped as well. You flush at the reaction while your wife places her hand on the small of your back. Even with your dress, you can't help but shudder at the contact as she flashes the crowd a charming smile before leading you to your private booth with a female waiter stationed outside your door.

"We'll order later," Karina's smooth velvet voice coaxed the woman into an agreement before finally entering the private booth.

She pulls out the chair for you to sit on, and you begrudgingly obey as she sits across you. Silence permeated the air. Gone is her alluring aura, replaced by enigma. As if all of it was an act - it is.

"Where to begin, where to begin." She mused wryly.

"Why are you here if not to claim my soul, then?" You snap, "Why waste your time tagging along?"

Karina tilts her head. Her intelligent eyes regarded you.

"Well," She begins with a distant smile. "I visited you every two years, watching from afar while you amassed your concerts just to see how your talent has bloomed."

You wait for her to explain further, "I'll be frank, darling." Your gut churns at the endearment. "Throwing you into the pits of hell after your time is done is nothing but an exercise of futility, a talent like yours deserves to have a place next to mine."

Your brows furrow, "Next to yours?"

Her lips curled, "Why do you think you offered your soul to me out of all the demons out there?"

You replied with silence, and Karina narrowed her eyes in disapproval. "Something tells me that you didn't gather the slightest bit of information about who I am, delicto." She leaned away from the backrest of her seat and interlaced her fingers together. "Tell me, do you know who I am?"

"A devil who named herself Karina Yoo."

A scoff befalls her lips, "Foolish girl, you're lucky to have offered your soul to me."

"Why?" You snarked, "If I'm so lucky, why?"

Her eyes flashed, "My father," She hisses through gritted teeth, "Is the angel of music. Lucifer was the angel of music. After his fall, he reigned in Hell and has simply lost interest in that title." Her expression darkens, "Which is why I took that spot while I helped humanity discover it with my profound ability that I inherited from him."

Your eyes subtly widen, "Yes," She growled.

"You're sitting with the daughter of Lucifer. His finest creation, second to music." Her eyes glowed to cruel gold. "And you tied yourself to me, Ji Y/N. You offered your body and soul to me. That makes you mine as I am yours."

Something's not right. Why is there an indirect statement of equality?

As if reading your mind, she addresses it with a softer tone.

"As I've said, my beloved: leaving you to burn in hell would be a waste. I have taste in talent just as much as you have taste for beautiful things. In my millennium of harvesting souls, I am nothing but a sponsor to those who offer themselves to me. I will keep you. I've decided to keep you after hearing you play all these years. And I confess that I envy your ability, albeit you're human. I am still superior to you on all levels, but when it comes to music, we are equals."

"So that makes me your actual wife, then?" You squeaked. Karina lets out a rumbling chuckle, "Oh, yes, darling." You hold her gaze, and this time, it's intense.

"That makes you mine as I am yours." She husked, her eyes tracing your features possessively. "So if you had any lovers or flavors of the day, forget about them."

"So possessive," You remark shakily, and the latter lets out a wolfish grin. "I am a demanding creature, Y/N." She then leans away from you. "We can order now. After this, we can return to the hotel, and you can start practicing the piece you'll perform at your concert next month. The earlier you master it, the better. And I will help you along the way."

She's right, of course, but you wouldn't admit it to her face.

"Alright, call in the waitress."

Your routine is divided from going out with your wife to practicing until your fingers go numb.

The Last Rose Of Summer by Heinrich Wilhelm Ernst was the last of his Six Polyphonic Studies for solo violin. It is a set of incredibly difficult variations for the violin. The first few weeks were nothing but agony as you practiced in a private setting, preferably away from the devil of music.

For days, it's either you couldn't transition smoothly to another note, or you struck a wrong chord. Either way, it's still a mistake.

This complex set—full of every imaginable and unimaginable technical difficulty—includes an introduction, theme, four variations, and a devilish finale. At first glance, an impossible task. This one requires both physical and mental fortitude. And each mistake drains it out of you.

"Jeez," Sooyoung hisses as soon as she sets foot into the room. "Y/N, get yourself off the floor and sit on the couch, will you?"

A tired groan leaves your lips as you force yourself to get up. Your muscles ached in protest as a result of standing for hours.

"You know what," Sooyoung sighs as soon as you unceremoniously plop on the couch. "How about we call your wife, hm?"

"No," You sigh as your tired mind thinks of a lie. "She's busy."

"Busy doing what?" Shit

"Managing her family's financial reports." Yeah, that should do it.

"Don't be ridiculous," The latter admonishes, "Your wife is never too busy for you. I'll call her."

"Sooyoung no-" Too late, she had dialed her number, and you tuned out their conversation. "She says she's on her way." Your handler informs you as soon as she drops the call, "See, I told you she isn't too busy when it comes to you."

"Whatever," You mumble as you close your eyes to get a few minutes rest.

By the time Karina made her presence known, it was already evening. You scowl at her as you groggily sit up. "What took you so long?"

"You looked peaceful," She snorts, "And besides, you're more tolerable when you're not scowling at me all the time."

"What time is it?"

The devil checks her watch. She bought it a few days ago from Bulgari. "6:37 PM, why?"

"Shit, that's late."

"You needed rest," She reminds you as she sits next to you. You lean away, taken aback by her proximity as she looks down at your fingers, "And your fingers were turning purple. You practiced for quite some time and ignored your body's protests for rest. Hence why you collapsed next to this couch."

How did she-

"Sooyoung told me," She answers. "Why force your body to such limits?"

You rolled your eyes, "You sound like my wife,"

"Because I am your wife," She grins, "So take care of yourself."

You blink at her. For weeks that you spent with her, the older woman did nothing but make sure you were comfortable and safe, sure there was bickering, and dare you say banter. But she performed her duties as a wife should. It's baffling, to receive this treatment from a devil of her caliber.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" She questions, her eyes beaming at your attention before you tear your gaze from her. "Nothing, I'm hungry."

"Perfect," She grins, "I discovered a recipe that you might like."

Oh?

"Cooking, you?" You mused, and Karina lets out a carefree laugh. It sounded pleasant. Not that you would say that to her face. "Why yes, pretty girl." She grins, "Now come. I want you to be a witness of me cooking a dish created by humans."

She grabs you by the hand, and your pulse quickens at the contact as she leads you out of the building and to your car, a sleek, gray Bently Continental GT S. The raven-haired beauty opens the passenger door for you. You didn't say anything and entered the vehicle. She closes the door gently and enters the driver's seat, finally driving to your designated hotel.

The smell of roasted lamb chops floods the dining area of your suite. Karina said that it'll be done in a few minutes. Your stomach grumbles at the sight of the delicacy in Karina's bare palms as she places it in front of you. She dusts the lamb chops with garlic, rosemary, salt, and pepper. Your mouth waters at the meal she prepared for you while she sits across from you, eyeing your face with mirth before finally gesturing at your dinner.

"Well? Dig in."

You didn't need to be told twice and began wolfing down your food.

Karina watched you carefully as you ate with gusto before stopping midway. The older woman frowned, "What's wrong?"

You look up at her, "It's not poisoned, isn't it?"

She placed a hand over her chest in faux offense.

"Poison? You?" The raven-haired woman continues: "I would never. You must have faith in me, beloved. I would never poison a pretty girl like you."

Your cheeks change their color to a subtle hue of pink. "Faith is foreign for someone of your caliber, Karina."

"Trust me," She grins, "We're more direct than your trusted angels, beloved."

A hum leaves your lips as you continue to eat. Karina once again watches you before you pause for the second time. "Aren't you hungry?"

"We have a different diet from you humans. Souls, that's what we feed on, your intense emotions, energies."

"Are you feeding from me right now?"

The latter replies with an unbridled smirk, "I am, but at least we're both benefitting."

"Fair enough," You shrug before finishing your dinner.

"Are you having a difficult time practicing your piece?" She asks after you've finished your dinner. A pause, "Yes, but I'll get better."

"Not very reassuring, delicto." She replies as she interlocks her fingers, her expression serious. "Your concert is in three weeks, and your piece has four sections."

"Then what can we do about it?"

"I can help you." Karina offers - no, states. "It'll be quick, and you will save time."

You arched a brow, "By what, cutting my wrist and pouring it over my violin?"

The devil guffaws at your snarky reply, "No, no. You perform. I will proctor your performance and give you feedback accordingly."

You contemplated her offer. It's not that big of a deal. Perhaps guidance from a devil of music could save you time. "Alright," You rub your palms together. "Perfect," She purrs.

"When can we start?"

"Tomorrow," Karina checks her watch, "We'll start after lunch. Is that okay with you?"

You have nothing to do anyways, "Fine by me."

"You missed a note," She looks up from her book. "Again, from the top."

You bite your inner cheek and return to your second stance before slowly stroking the strings. Minutes later, she stops you again.

"Your timing is off."

"Don't I know," You grunt as you return to your first position and begin again.

Hours turn into days. While yes, having Karina monitor your performance saves time, you can't help but feel your patience waning whenever she stops your performance.

"Again,"

"I didn't even miss the note!" You asserted. Karina closes her book and looks at you. You stop yourself from saying more as your bones ache from standing for two hours.

She lets out a hum, a tone that holds no consequence of your assertion.

"I forget that you're human." She says to herself rather than you. "But you have to keep up with me, beloved. Let's take a break. How do thirty minutes sound to you?"

"Wonderful," You groan before you sit on the floor of your lounging area.

It went on for another week with the devil being surprisingly patient with you. Even with your patience cutting short, Karina allows your jabs to fall on her with every mistake you make improves under her watchful eye.

You are forced to stop when you couldn't reach the note. "Crap," You cursed as you messed with the transition to the ending of the piece. Karina took notice of this and tilts her head, "Try to position your hand once more." She instructs, and who are you to disobey? She is your wife, your mentor. And so far, you learn quickly with the techniques she's amassed through the years.

She examines your hand before standing from her settee and moving behind you. You stiffen at her proximity as her pale hand hovers atop yours while the other grasps your waist. A soft gasp leaves your lips as she presses her front against your back. The latter smirks but resumes correcting your finger placement.

"Position your hand like this," She husked. A shudder leaves your lips as her warm breath fans the outer shell of your ear. Your skin tingles at her touch.

"There," She purrs, "Very good,"

But she doesn't let go.

She retracts your hand from the fingerboard of your violin and places it on your hips, securing you against her. "You know," She rasped, "This is by far the closest we've been." She flushed herself against yours as if she couldn't get enough, "As your wife, I've never received an embrace from you, beloved."

"If you wanted a hug," You breathily reply as you lean into her touch. Karina's lips found themselves on the exposed expanse of your neck, ghosting over your skin. "Why didn't you just ask for it?"

She chuckles deeply, and it has your guts churning. "Oh, can I ask for one now?" You balk up a response, and Karina's patience wears thin as she spins you around. Her strength forces you to face her and drop your violin and violin bow. Your eyes blew back at the cruel glow of gold in her eyes. Her black veins surface on the sides of her gorgeous face. Her skin is paler than normal. She uses one hand and grabs your hair from behind, forcing you to look up at her with a hiss.

Your eyes traverse from her eyes down to her kissable lips. Karina notices this and licks her in return. You swallow harshly at the sight.

"I can sense it, Y/N."

"Sense what?" You breathe out, and your wife sharply inhales and leans close. "Your hunger, no, not from food, but for me, beloved. I don't see the point in holding back." Her other hand traverses upwards; to your neck and gently squeezes it, eliciting a gasp from you before she uses that same hand to pull you impossibly close to her.

"Be selfish, be lustful - lose your inhibitions to me, Y/N. I am your wife, your mistress, your servant. Use me as I will use you." She leans closer to the point that your lips are almost touching, her plump lips begging to be kissed by yours.

"Sin with me, darling." Her voice distorts, "For sin is your birthright. Your faith has taught you to deny your desires and it has imprisoned you. Break your restraint. As your wife I encourage it, my love." She sighs as your hand caresses her cheek.

"I am selfish, needy, and demanding. Y/N. And you shouldn't be less than I am. Let me have you, let me spoil you some more, even with the riches that are foreign to the world of the living, allow me to embrace you - you will be my queen. Fair as the sea and the sun."

And while she pours her declaration, Karina Yoo's lips fascinated you. It sickens you all at once, but that is what seduction does to you. Her lips; were plump and inviting. Though you find her frightening at times, you can't help but feel as if you've known her before, that you are perfect for her. If you wanted something beautiful, this woman would be would give it to you. If you have an ideal type, this woman would be your ideal.

You had not known before that you wanted all these things. That you preferred dark hair and a slightly cruel expression, that you wished for tallness, or that a woman embracing you and pouring her confession might thrill you. A whole young life’s worth of slowly collected predilections coalesced in a few moments within you, and Karina Yoo, her eyes glowing with desire, becomes beautiful and perfect.

You shivered, and without thinking, you leaned in to capture her lips with yours. Not on the cheek, not chastely or unchastely, but greedily with your whole mouth. She reciprocates this, she eats your breath in the kiss, and you feel like she would swallow you whole. Your hands shamelessly claw her silk shirt from behind, crumpling the expensive fabric as the daughter of Lucifer deepens the kiss by tilting her head. Her grip on your hair tightens, and her other hand's nails dig against your hips.

Together, your lips move languidly against each other, and the world feels like it's so far away.

You two kiss until your human lungs burn for oxygen, and you push your wife away begrudgingly.

Here you two are, panting and wanting more before she chased your lips with hers. Her mouth is hot against yours. You can taste the feverish desire from her. Suddenly, she bites you. You pull away from her, hurt and surprised as you raise your hand to your mouth. Your fingers are bloody, and Karina's lips were smeared with it. Her eyes gleamed.

You balked. Your lips pulsed where your wife's long, thin canines had cut you.

If you allow her to do this to you, what else will you let her do to you?

Anything,

Karina Yoo, your wife, your mistress, your slave, wiped your crimson blood from her lips. She eyes you with hooded, glazed eyes as she licks it clean.

"Beautiful," She closes her eyes and slowly opens them before her arms circle around you greedily, and your back is suddenly pressed against the mattress of your private quarters.

Her bright eyes are predatorial as she stares down at you. She wasted no time putting her hands on your waist. Her sensual scent invades your nostrils as she presses her lips against yours. You can taste your blood on her tongue as your hands cup her jaw. Karina's tongue glides against your lower lip before breaking into your mouth; only because you let her. She swallows your moan as she slides her tongue in your mouth, and she lets out a guttural growl in reply as your skin becomes hot under her touch.

The older woman leans away and unravels your button shirt, and harshly pulls it off your body, leaving you alone with your bra. Her ichor-hued eyes visibly darken to a hue of copper before her lips attach to the column of your neck. Her hands smoothly go to your back and unclasp your bra, and haphazardly throw it somewhere in the room.

You let out a mewl when she softly bit the center of your neck, followed by a gasp when her tongue smoothens it, she pulls you into an all-consuming kiss, her hands let go of your wrists, and your hands hastily gripped her biceps as her weight doubles making you press against the mattress, her lips muffling your groans and grunts as her teeth bite your lower lip, forcing a gasp out of you and allowing her to insert her tongue inside your mouth, your grip on her tightens as your lungs burn from the lack of oxygen.

She pulls away for a split second, allowing you to breathe before connecting her lips with yours, her hips bucking and thrusting against your clothed core, making you moan into her mouth as lust ignites between your legs. You tilted your head to meet her kiss as your legs circled her waist.

Karina groans, and she thrusts her hips against yours. You feel something poking against your clothed core. It's hard, and it feels good.

As if sensing your curiosity, Karina chuckles deeply. "We're hermaphrodite beings, beloved. I can pleasure you as a man, or woman, or both." She breathes against your lips. "Which do you prefer?"

"You," You mewl as she kisses your neck. "I want what you are right now, even forever."

The latter grins and bites into your neck, eliciting a yelp from you as she traverses her kiss downwards until she reaches the waistband of your pajamas. Karina's lips curl to a smirk, her hands latching onto the fabric of your pants before she effortlessly rips it and throws the torn fabric away. Your eyes widen while hers light up in amusement as she licks her upper teeth.

"Relax," She purrs as her finger hooks the hem of your panties and yanks down. Your cunt flutters at the exposure, toes curling with anticipation as your wife dips down, her tongue takes a bold lick on the seam of your pussy and shuddering when she retracts and swallows.

"Divine," She darkly grins as her hands pry your thighs to spread and latch onto your folds, eliciting a yelp from you as her tongue breaches your walls. You throw your head back when the warm, wet muscle begins to messily move in circles. Your arousal drips down the seams as she alternates from sucking and circling, eyes closing shut as carnal desire begins to take over the both of you. "Karina," You softly moan, "Fuck, so good - more, give me-"

She cuts you off with a growl, sending vibrations against your cunt. The sensation has your eyes rolling back as her tongue thrusts in and out. You plant your feet against the mattress and buck your hips against her face. "Fuck!"

Karina grunts and bites your clit, this sends white-hot pleasure through your body with carnal rapture seeping inside you as the woman withdraws. "Oh, you like that, don't you?" Des[ote your flustered state, your cheeks reddens. Karina hums and licks her lips which are covered in your arousal and her spit. "Let's try that again, yeah?"

She didn't let you reply and connected her mouth to your folds. Beads of sweat form on your forehead as heat bubbles within your body. You bristle in lust as the woman kept lapping your juices, her tongue working hard on sucking and thrusting inside your core, the obscene sounds were enough to lubricate you, your hand takes a purchase of her hair, tugging on it as moans and mewls befall your lips, evidently pleasing the woman who in turn moaned at the taste, doubling the sensation as she bites your clit again.

Your back arched as does this again and again. Triggering a bundle of nerves. "Karina," You whimper, and you can feel her smirk as she finally decided to have mercy on you, her teeth retracting from your clit and deciding to continue back to eating your out, both your juices and her saliva drip down from your ass to the sheets as she continues to ravage you.

And when her tongue manages to find a spongey spot, she immediately flicks it. Her ministrations made you see stars, hips jolting and accidentally grazing your clit against her teeth, making her moan while eliciting a pleasured cry from you. Walls clenching against her tongue, the woman in between your legs is determined to finish you off as her teeth keep biting your clit; helping her stimulate your orgasm as your eyes roll to the back of your skull, back arching and sweat dripping off every pore as your undoing hits you, knocking your breath out of your lungs.

The woman groaned at your nectar, lapping it up until you were whimpering, thighs shaking, and hands trying to pry away her head.

Karina decided to have mercy on your state and pull away with cum-smeared lips that formed into a smug smirk.

Despite your blurred vision, you can see your wife resting her head on the side of your thigh, kissing the expanse of skin before trailing up to your lower abdomen, giving it a soft kiss and mumbling something incoherent before kissing her way up to your lips, her body looming above you her hands trapping your sides as her lips mold with yours, giving you a taste of yourself as your hands caress her upper body, fingers working on with the buttons and belt of her suit to touch her bare, dewy skin.

Karina made it easier for you by snapping her fingers; she is just as bare as you.

Your eyes shamelessly trail down her body. Karina's body is lithe, though her biceps are slightly defined, so are her collarbones, her toned stomach, and...

Your eyes trail lower, and your core throbs with excitement.

So this is what a hermaphrodite being looks like.

Or maybe, that's just Karina adjusting for you. Either way; you'll take her as she is.

The latter grabs your jaw, forcing you to lock eyes with her.

"Let's see," She rasped, "Just how much you can take from me, pretty mortal."

Her body is never far away from yours, always flushed as her lips wrap around the exposed skin she finds. Your hands grabbed her strong back helplessly as she lodged her cock deep within you, veins rubbing and drilling with vigor while you moaned beneath her. "Fuck," She breathed, pulling out before thrusting back in, eliciting a gasp from you as she fucks you with abandon.

Her talons clawed the sheets, eyes screwing shut with every pound.

"Fuck, beloved." Karina softly moans as she drills deeper into you. The force behind her thrust pushes you upward, and she had to lock her arms around you to keep you from leaving her.

Your lips bite her shoulder to muffle a scream when she hits a spongey area. You heard Karina groan softly when your wall clenched greedily, hips snapping back and forth, your stomach coils, your skin burning with carnal want as your legs lock around her waist, ankles pressed against each other as her essence leaks from your abused cunt to the sheets after going at it for hours. The older woman felt her balls tighten, and her cock swelled as she pressed her forehead against yours, mewling as your release made your walls feel tight. You smell the mix of perfume, sweat, and sex from your bodies as her thrusts get sloppier and shallow to the point that she isn't pulling out anymore, her hips pistoning the same vulnerable spot that she had to muffle your strained moans with an ardent kiss as Karina stills her hips, thick spurts of cum painting your walls; you can only whimper; cunt accepting what she has to offer as this also triggers your orgasm, unannounced.

Karina pressed a kiss against your clammy temple, your walls convulsing, clenching around her incessantly.

Your hair is tousled and unruly, and your neck and collarbones were covered in her marks. The woman above you growls and sets her speed, her warm, thick cock drilling in and out in carnal want, ichor-hued eyes veiled with devouring lust as she throws her head back when you willfully clench your walls around her. Your lips chased her neck, nipping her Adam's apple, and she slightly falters. You can see the veins prominently bulging from her neck, beads of sweat running down her beautiful skin, and her sharp jaw on display for you. You drink in the sight as you pull her back to you, her wet hair sliding back, her kissable lips twitching to a smirk, gasping and whining with every clench of your needy cunt.

The raven-haired beauty presses you harder against the bed, her weight doubling as she flushes her body against yours, her dick pistoning in and out of you, raw. Her pace bristles with an animalistic drive, her breath fans your lips, and grunts and hush moans break past her lips with every pound.

"Are you close?" She couldn't control the distortion of her voice while you shamelessly raked your nails against her back. "Fuck," You mewled, "Yes - close."

The daughter of Lucifer mouths your cheek, mapping your features with her mouth as her toned stomach flexes. Your thighs burn with every pound and tears trail down your cheeks, blurring your vision as you choke a sob. The latter groans and withdraws her cock until only the tip remains and slams back in. You dig your nails harder, leaving crescent shapes and red vertical lines along her back to the point that you're aware of how much that would be painful for her.

"Harder,"

You briefly pull away to lock eyes with her, the obscene sounds of skin slapping reverberate in your room, and she looks at you with a small smile. "Use me," She pecks your lips softly, "As I am using you."

And who are you to refuse?

You hide your face against the column of her neck as the appendage kisses your cervix, and she does this again, and again, and again. She fucks you harder on your mattress, deeper, and you are on the verge of letting go. "Don't hold back," She moans.

Her cock twitches inside you, her hands move to the sheets, crumpling it as if her life depended on it while she fucks you carelessly, and your body heats up.

You bite down on her neck, muffling a scream as you cum, and milk her cock dry, legs trembling like a leaf, and your vision blackens. Karina sighs in pleasure as her cock savors your nectar. She bites the juncture of your neck and keeps fucking you through your orgasm.

And finally, she lets out a high-pitched moan and cums. She stills her hips and hides her head in the crook of your neck that's littered with marks. Her cock spurted out thick warm spurts of her seed, her soft lips kissing the side of your neck, your hand circled on her hip while the other one held her nape, both of you panting for breath.

After a minute of silence, she looks up at you. "Can you do one more?"

You nod mindlessly. Of course, one more always meant more than what you thought Karina said.

Because even as a devil, a daughter of Lucifer; she took you to heaven's door multiple times.

You knew that once she had a taste of you she'd never stop.

Karina...that woman is insatiable.

And of course, you'd let her do anything to you.

A moan leaves your lips, only to be silenced by her hand clamping over your mouth.

You'd let her fuck you an hour before your concert.

The devil looms over your face, the light shielding the smirk on her lips while she fucks you against the sectional couch. The raven-haired beauty moves her hips languidly against yours. Her pace is desperate and strong and you claw her Brioni suit that you bought for her two days before your concert. Her pants pooled her ankles, while you're still wearing your bathrobe, or rather what's left of it. How did this start? You just finished taking a bath and walked past your 'wife' who's already done preparing. She said you smelled good. Bullshit.

"Do you want me to go faster?" She asks, mockery evident in her tone. "Fuck - yes!" You choked a gasp as she jogs her hips firmly, and you let your head fall against the couch chanting: Yes, and fuck, your pussy clenches in gratification eliciting a moan from Karina as she licks a line from your neck to your ear.

"Is that better?" She husked, and you moaned again in reply. The devil growls and sets her speed, her used, hard cock drilling in and out of you in carnal want, her blown, brown eyes flashing gold and veiled with lust. She throws her head back to move her hair that's sticking against her sweaty face. Sweat runs down her pale skin, her sharp jawline in display for you. You drink in the sight - like a lewd statue exclusive to you. Not to mention the suit that compliments her lean form, her hair wet and slid back, soft lips twitching to a gasp, chuckle, and groan with every clench of your needy cunt.

You lean up to capture her neck with your lips, tongue licking her Adam's apple before biting it. Karina moans loudly, and you peck her for it before she turns it into a tongue-dancing session. Karina's hands cup your face and press you harder against the couch. Her weight doubles as she flushes her body against yours, her veiny cock pistoning in and out of you, her pace bristling with an animalistic drive, breath fanning your lips.

Karina maps your features with her eyes before she brushes a familiar spot that have you rolling your eyes in return. Her stomach flexes, your thighs burn from her ramming, and tears trail down your cheeks. You're thankful you haven't put any makeup or skincare on for it. Karina gasps, the sight enticing her, and she momentarily stops thrusting. The devil pulls out eliciting a breathy whimper from you as you pull her close, head shaking sideways as your eyes begged her not to pull away. Karina slams back in. You screw your eyes shut as she abuses the spot again. A vicious grin graces her lips as she fucks you harder, deeper in your fitting room with her other hand clamping over your mouth.

You've reached your limit.

You bite her hand to muffle a scream as the strong wave of your orgasm hits you. Karina bites your shoulder, pointed teeth piercing your skin as you milk her dry, your legs shaking like a leaf, and your vision blackens - your energy drains and your skin is covered in a thick veil of sweat.

"That's it," She groans as she cums inside you. Warm, goopy, and generous. She lays on top of you, her arms snaking on your hips while you caress the back of her hair.

While you're fucked out, the latter seems to bask in the afterglow of fucking. Her golden eyes examine your state before grinning and pressing a kiss on your clammy forehead. "Rest," She gently commands with a soft voice, "I'll fix you up later, okay?"

You swallow harshly, throat dry. "Fix me later or fuck me later minutes before the concert starts?"

Karina's chest rumbles with a chuckle, "The former, though I wouldn't mind fucking all night after the concert."

You groan in reply, and she laughs, "I'm serious, beloved. Rest and I'll take good care of you."

To master 'The Last Rose of Summer' is an ambition for most violinists, and with the devil of music as your wife, success never tasted so good before as you have the audience at the palm of your hand.

The spotlight at your divine figure, at your hands that transitioned from one note to another with angelic grace.

Your eyes are locked with the devil in the front-row seat of Teatro Alla Scala, one of the most famous theatres in the world. It was built in the late 18th Century to plans made by the architect Giuseppe Piermarini, at the request of Empress Maria Theresa of Austria. A range of operas, classical concerts, and ballets are performed during the theatre season, which is one of the most important appointments in the Milanese social calendar.

Karina sat there crossed-legged with a smile, wearing her navy blue, double-breasted wool Plume suit, and trousers, inside, she wore a white turtle neck, and her hair is neatly combed and slid back. Her black hair cascades beautifully for you to see as she watches you with pride and acknowledgment.

You couldn't help but mirror her smile.

Something has changed within you, you can't help but glow at the fact that you've brought back a long-neglected virtuoso piece, creating a performance of pure musical delight.

Your body feels like it's on fire. You didn't care to fathom at all as you basked in the attention.

Yes, be selfish, be cruel, my beloved shouldn't be lesser than I

And as you brought the audience to an explosive end, while everyone else applauded, your eyes were only trained on your wife who stands up, amongst the cheers and howls of the crowd, it was only her voice that gave you clarity.

"Brava," She commends with distortion that no one else seems to hear. No one but you. She spoke again in another language, and this time, you understood it.

"Omnis, surge et accipe sponsam meam et aequalem meam. Aperi portas inferi novae reginae tuae; Ji Y/N."

Everyone, arise and welcome my bride and my equal. Open the gates of Hell for your new princess; Ji Y/N.

Fin.

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Hii!! I’ve seen your tbt works and I absolutely love them! I was wondering if you could write brozone x reader that acts like the dazzlings from mlp? I’m obsessed with them and tbt currently so I would appreciate it if you could write this! ^_^

Brozone with an Dazzling! S/O

Pairing: Brozone X F! Dazzling S/O (Seperate)

Warnings: Angst, Manipulation, slight fluff

A/N: I LOVE THE DAZZLINGS FROM MLP! THEY ARE SO COOL AND ARE SO HOT! I MEAN UHM- UHHHHH ENJOY! FORGET WHAT I SAID! this will take place in their brozone days in the past eaech character is the same age the character is so for example you are the same age as branch if your interacting him and your the same age of floyd if you interact with him yadda yadda! it's 4:00am and I've worked on this since like 10pm

The Brozone band stared at each other when seeing an f/c troll with f/c hair on an stage with three other Trolls singing behind her. They were told by their grandmother to go to other concerts and get inspiration from other bands since they where on an slump so they went to an concert. Brozone stood at the front confused as they heard people scream before going silent when lights flashed down to the stage at an group of four that wore an black gem necklace with an shining ruby as they sang together with you stepping forward from behind your friend Adaigo who smirked as you all sang together perfectly in harmony. Brozone was in awe how easily it was for you four to be in harmony which caught john dorys attention as he muttered "What is that?" He muttered confused pointing towards the four of you glowing abit as an green mist rised up from the crowd flowing towards your groups glowing red gem choker as you danced around.

John Dory/JD

- He walked backstage with his brothers and noticed your F/C frame as he walked over "hello!" he said waving hello as you turned around before dropping your drink and jaw to the floor - "OMG!!! Your THE! brozone!" you squealed eyes sparkling as John dory smiled at your face - You motioned them to follow you "I'd like to apolgize by the way" john and his brothers looked at eachother confused "why?" "You'll see" you uttered shivering as you walked to your dressing room as Aria and Sonata were at eachothers throats about what to eat as Adiago was filing her nails lifting her head up to teh door to see You and the rest of brozone - John dory stared at you the whole time as you made Adiago come over to talk to them as John dory asked her questions about maintaining Balance since they both were the leaders of their bands - The other brozone boys would talk to you three as Adiago smirked when John dory asked her about how they were in harmony so easily "Its cause we are perfect" Adiago said as You, Aria, and Sonata perked up when Adiago snapped her fingers to get your attentions as you three walked over to give an example - You smiled towards John dory and the other brozone boys who took an seat as they heard you four sing in harmony together easily "Why pretend we're all the same? When some of us shine brighter" Adiago sang as your gems glowed brightly as Aria, You, and Sonata sang "shining brighter" "Here's a chance to find your flame! Are you a loser or a fighter?" Adiago said smiling as your gems glowed slightly as you guys walked around the brozone boys who focused on you guys as you an small green mist surronded the group of five as they furrowed their eyebrows thinking to themselves glancing at eachother but baby branch looked around confused - You four smirked checking your gems before stopping as John dory stood up "What do you call that?" "We call it the perfect family harmony" you said quickly as your three friends behind you smirked - John stared at you "How ?" "be perfecrt! perfect choreo! perfect apperance, Perfect singing just be PERFECT!" You said eyes sparkling as John dory nodded glancing at his brothers

- John dory turned back to you as you left to go offer some of the brozone males some sweets as Aria sighed knowing what was gonna happen when seeing sonata drool - "You'll have to excuse them. They're idiots." Adiago said crossing her arms witnessing you chase Sonata around cause she took your favourite sweet from you John dory smiled softly "I dont mind..." Adiago noticed John dorys stare towards you as she smirked slowly something clicking in her mind

- When brozone left john dory looked at you "Hey... Uhm your amazing at singing you ever want to... I dunno practice together?" you smiled at him nodding as he left with his brothers

- Adiago walked over with Sonata and Aria following behind staring down at you "I'm tired of fast food. I need a meal..." Aria said groaning "The energy in this world isn't the same as in Equestria. We can only gain so much power here." Adiago said checking her gem "I wish we'd never been banished to this awful place." Aria frowned as you nodded in agreement "Really I love it here!" Adiago said arvastically as Sonata stared confused "For realsies? Because I think this place is the worst." Sonata said confused as Aria scoffed crossing her arms "I think your the worst sonata" "oh yeah well I think your-" Adiago groaned shaking her head in annoyance "Ergh! I'll tell you one thing, being stuck here with you two isn't making this world any more bearable." Sonata stared confused "Two? but theres three?" "thats cause (Name) is my favourite" She said patting your head as you looked up smiling abit at the older girl while Aria and Sonata glanced at eachother before nodding in agrement

- You would come over to brozone's place to see john dory to help make him and his brothers sound perfect since Adiago told you to get near him and stir some trouble

- You smiled at him as he tried to sing but had an voice crack as you giggled handing him some water and giving him so voice exercises to do which he did and hit an note that he couldn't hit

- The fact you smiled at him as he finished singing and clapping your hands made him notice your jewel on your neck before speaking "You know I see your outfits for all your shows now and the thing is you guys dont ever take of that necklace-" He reached his hand out to touch your necklace as you grabbed his wrist quickly staring up at him "DON'T TOUCH!" you shouted before chuckling nervously and leaning back "It's- it's just! Just don't touch!" You said quickly as he pulled back nodding

- John stared at you confused at your gem and back "Was it from someone important?" you paused nodding quickly "yeah" you said looking away as John Dory was confused but sat back abit

- John dory smiled "You should come to our next concert! we promised our fans we will do the perfect family harmony! like you you and the other dazzlings do!" John dory said proudly as he felt his ego boost as you smiled "Oh were counting on it" You said looking away with an smug smirk

- the day of the concert you and your fellow dazzlings were allowed backstage to just give them an 'Pep' talk

- You were told to go speak to John dory to make him vulnerable since you were close to him yet you were having second thoughts about this - "John... You know you don't have to do the perfect family harmony" you whispered as John dory furrowed his eyebrows "we have to be perfect! and if were not we are nothing!" John dory said - John dory couldn't help but notice how your fellow dazzlings were singing quietly "Why are the singing?" John dory muttered confused glancing towards you "Oh! they are just uhmmm" you paused "Five minutes!" an staff said as you turned back to John "Hey... Do you wanna go on an date with me after this?" John asked nervously as you giggled nodding "I'd like that" - You went to the crowd and sat at the back to not be seen well as you four made sure not to be seen

- John was getting annoyed on how his brothers were imperfect but when he saw you in the crowd staring up at him he needed this to be perfect just for you... all that practice had to be worth it

- The fact he sang towards you most of the time on stage you noticed how he got slightly frustrated that his brothers weren't following him properly

- You frowned "Oh John..." you muttered looking down to your gem as it glowed an bright ruby red as your fellow sirens giggled "It's not enough of an meal though...." Aria grumbled

- When you followed them back to their house with them not realizing you noticed how they all started fighting as you four stood outside smirking - "Oh, no! No one's mingling! It's like there's some kind of underlying tension that could bubble to the surface at any minute!" Adiago said giggling while Sonata and Aria smirked yet you couldn't help but look at John dory with slight sadness Sonata placed an hand your shoulder "Whats with you face?" "I feel bad..." "what!" sonata exclaimed in shock

- Sonata stared at you with confusion as Aria furrowed her brows "You feel bad? What the hell" You stared over at John dory and his brothers who were fighting - You couldn't help but stare at them as they went backstage while you frowned and looked down to your necklace thinking to yourself "Was it worth it?" You muttered to yourself as you glanced back at John dory once more before leaving with your fellow dazzlings

Spruce/Bruce

-Spruce followed behind his brothers before stopping when seeing you at the food table picking up some sweets. - He noticed that his favorite sweet was there so he ran off towards the table and smiled seeing his favorite sweet and checking if john dory wasn't looking which he wasn't as he picked up his favorite sweet which was also your favorite sweet

- You couldn't help but smile "you like those too? I like the (Favorite flavor) one better" Spruce smiled "Oh! I like the strawberry" Spruce chuckled lifting up the sweet

- You couldn't help but giggle putting your hand out "(name)" "Spruce" he said you two shaking hands "I saw you on stage your amazing" "Aww thank you so much!" You said blushing "Your from brozone right?" Spruce smile faded slightly before nodding "you an fan?" "Well I've heard of you but your songs aren't really my thing no offense" "All good" Spruce said chuckling

- You and him walked towrads you dressing room conversing to eachother before seeing John dory talking to Adiago about some 'perfect family harmony' while Clay and Floyd talking to Aria and sonata while Bitty B was being picked up by sonata as she giggled excietdly

- Adiago looked over at you giggling and chatting away with bruce Adiago glanced towards Sonata and Aria who noticed Adiago is look

- Adiago smirked when John dory asked her about how they were in harmony so easily "Its cause we are perfect" Adiago said as You, Aria, and Sonata perked up when Adiago snapped her fingers to get your attentions as you three walked over to give an example - You glanced towards spruce "Sorry Spruce I gotta-" Spruce smiled "It's fine don't worry!" - You smiled towards Spruce as he smiled back as the other brozone boys who took an seat as they heard you four sing in harmony together easily "Why pretend we're all the same? When some of us shine brighter" Adiago sang as your gems glowed brightly as Aria, You, and Sonata sang "shining brighter" "Here's a chance to find your flame! Are you a loser or a fighter?" Adiago said smiling as your gems glowed slightly as you guys walked around the brozone boys who focused on you guys as you an small green mist surronded the group of five as they furrowed their eyebrows thinking to themselves glancing at eachother but baby branch looked around confused - You four smirked checking your gems before stopping as John dory stood up "What do you call that?" he questioned as you looked around confused "We call it the perfect family harmony" you said quickly as your fellow sirens behind you smirked "Nice" Spruce muttered eyes focusing on you as you looked away giggling slightly

- Spruce smiled at you and you smiled back softly towards him

- You two have been hanging out ever since you met sometimes coming over to your pod with your fellow dazzlings or at his pod with his brothers but he knew he would get teased

- Whenever he comes by he feels like he doesn't have to be the heart throb he could just relax. He didn't need to show off his abs he didn't need to be an heart throb he could just be himself

- When you two where doing skincare at your place since he was flabbergasted you didn't have one he smiled at how your face scrunched up when he put an moisturizer on your nose

- He watched as you giggled happily as he cupped your face while you smiled at him before he looked down to your necklace "You know I never see you take of your necklace..." Spruce muttered as he slowly slide his hand down from your cheek to reach out to your necklace as you grabbed his hand stopping him holding it "Stop!" you shouted as you looked up at fear as he froze "Sorry... Sorry just it's important I can't let you touch it"

- Spruce paused "Sorry dude" you sighed "It's fine..." you looked away as he looked back at your face before speaking it "you look dumb with that moisturizer just staying on your nose" spruce said as you chuckled "Seriously?" Spruce smiled back "Seriously" - the day of the concert you and your fellow dazzlings were allowed backstage to just give them an 'Pep' talk. you rushed towards spruce tackling him into an hug as he was doing abs crunches he looked up to see you running towards him as he stood up quickly catching you (You know when Terry from B99 catches Jake when he says 'when i jump and leap at terry he'd catch me' its like that ) - He smiled at you as he talked to you while he was getting ready for the show as he told you to sit on his back which you did as you heard John dory tell Spruce to continue working out before raising an eyebrow at you as you were painting your nails mindlessly - When they were heading to the entry spruce couldn't help but look towards you "(Name)... you think we can do it?" You looked away shaking your head "It takes practice..." Spruce nodded "Yeah I know John is taking this into an whole thing" You nodded "You got this" - When they went on stage you couldn't help but notice Adiago place an hand on your shoulder "Your getting close to him... this is good we can use it"

- You went to the crowd and sat at the back to not be seen well as you four made sure not to be seen. _-You could see spruce was getting annoyed on how john dory wasn't doing the choreo that clay made and were making it ore difficult for him to relax - Adiago, Aria, and Sonata smirked singing quietly as people stared up at brozone who had some... setbacks and crumpled on stage embarrassing themself as the dazzlings smirked as an green mist flowed towards their gems

- You frowned looking down to your gem as it glowed an bright ruby red as your fellow sirens giggled "It's not enough of an meal though...." Aria grumbled crossing her arms - "Oh, no! No one's mingling! It's like there's some kind of underlying tension that could bubble to the surface at any minute!" Adiago said giggling while Sonata and Aria smirked yet you couldn't help but look at spruce with slight sadness Sonata placed an hand your shoulder "Whats with you face?" "I feel bad..." "what!" sonata exclaimed in shock

- Sonata stared at you with confusion as Aria furrowed her brows "You feel bad? What the hell" You stared over at John dory and his brothers who were fighting - You couldn't help but stare at them as they went walked away while your three friends left before Adiago raised an brow "(name) come" She called out as you paused "Uhm- I'll catch up with you guys later!" you called out before rushing to catch up with Spruce/Bruce

- "Spruce! Spruce" You called out when seeing him leave his pod he looked towards you "(name)" he said quickly rushing towards you as you hugged him as he held you close - "where are you going?" "our band split up Brozones over im so sick of JD! and his stupid rules and how he wants us to be perfect it's annoying and controlling" Spruce said annoyed as he couldn't help but notice how when he continued to let out his frustration as you sang softly and quietly as he paused and stared up at you before looking down to an green mist flowing towards your necklace - He furrowed his brows raising an hand to touch your face "(name)" You couldn't help but start an musical number with him as you went to calm him down but also feast on his negative energy as Spruce grew tired slightly while he sang with you - When you finished singing with him he noticed how your gem glowed slightly "(Name) thanks for singing with me" Spruce paused before speaking up once more "Why do you wear that necklace though you never told me" Spruce stared at you "I'll tell you some day but right now you need to go find yourself... I'm sorry I can't come with you but I wish you goodluck" Spruce couldn't help but nod before kissing your knuckles "Goodbye (Name)" "Bye Spruce..." - As you watched him leave you raised your hand smiling when remembering him kissing your knuckles

Clay

- Clay was following John dory before noticing you being scolded by Adiago "You messed up on your own choreography! Your lucky that you fixed it quickly! just get back to practicing the next choreo for our next song were gonna send out next week!" You couldn't help but look away sadly - Adiago sighed "God I hate it here" Adiago said walking away as Aria and sonata nodded in agreement with you nodding slowly after "I hate we got sent into this world aswell" you muttered as the three left to the dressing room as clay walked over "You good?" you couldn't help but flinch and smile "oh hey! oh! your clay from brozone right? I saw you guys on stage" you said smiling happily

- Clay couldn't help but put on his fun persona "Oh yeah! I'm the fun one" Clay said in an energetic tone as you raised an eyebrow confused as you noticed his mood shift

- “Do you read?” You asked clay with an soft smile on your face as he paused "I do" "you should join my sad bookclub" You offered as clay paused "Sad book club?" You couldn't help but nod "yeah we just sit around and hug and stuff... and cry... but we also read!" Clay smiled "Oh... I would like that!"

- As you to walked back to your dressing room you continued to tell more about the book club he couldn't help but smile as you went back into the dressing room waving hello to the other brozone boys as Aria and Sonata nodded towards you as you went to an book shelf - You couldn't help but smiled when finding an book handing it to him "here this book is called the outsiders it's by S. E. Hinton" You grinned as he took it as you patted his shoulder "it's an tear jerker" - You, Aria, and Sonata perked up when Adiago snapped her fingers to get your attentions as you three walked over to give an example of your singing as you apologized to clay "here borrow this book I'll be right back" you said hurriedly as Clay nodded before staring down at the book in his hands reading the blurb with an soft smile - The other brozone boys took an seat as they heard you four sing in harmony together easily "Why pretend we're all the same? When some of us shine brighter" Adiago sang as your gems glowed brightly as Aria, You, and Sonata sang "shining brighter" "Here's a chance to find your flame! Are you a loser or a fighter?" Adiago said smiling as your gems glowed slightly as you guys walked around the brozone boys who focused on you guys as you an small green mist surronded the group of five as they furrowed their eyebrows thinking to themselves glancing at eachother but baby branch looked around confused

- Clay stared at you the whole time as he gripped to the book as you smiled softly towards him

- You would invite him over to your sad book club and it would always end it with you crying together while cuddling

- When you two were talking about your book he couldn't help but pause when telling you about how in an story he read had these four sirens with these necklaces with an red jewel that would suck up peoples energy making them negative as they feasted on it... You realized then and there you realized you gave him an book about you and the Villans in equsteria

- Clay paused "Where you inspired by them?" you paused before nodding quickly "yeahhh!" Clay smiled "Well thats cool... whats even cooler is your necklace and how you acutally make it glow" Clay muttered reaching an hand towards it before pausing when noticing you shuffle back quickly

- He smiled "You know I like your role in your band... you fit well with my favorite siren who has the same name as you!" Clay said as you blushed lightly and smile towards him "Awww thanks Clay... I like you just as yourself instead of the fun one in your band" you said as clay blushed an deeply as he looked away "thanks... I wish they took me seriously like you do" "Do your brothers not take you seriously? you questioned as he looked away as you smiled "well they should cause this version of you is the one I like the most cause it's you" you said placing an hand on his forearm as he looked up to you

- Clay and you were pressing each others foreheads together smiling up at each other "(name) would you-" Sonata soon bursted into the room "(NAME) WE GOT AN PROBLEM ARIA IS TRYING TO KILL ME!" Sonata screamed running to you as you pulled away from clay quickly as Sonata used you as an meat shield while you screamed in fear as Aria ran inside the room with an Pan

- The day of the concert for Brozone to preform the perfect family harmony you and clay quickly hugged as clay sneakily kissed your cheek before pulling away you two giggling at eachother as clay smiled at you - Aria raised an eyebrow at you as you looked away awkwardly to avoid eye contact with her fellow dazzlings who soon focused on you and clay "It's good your here I can't deal with-" "Clay get back to doing your choreo!" John dory shouted as you deadpanned at John before looking at clay "It's nice to know that you missed me" Clay looked away "I didn't say-" "What the hell are you wearing!" You said cackling pointing down at Clays funderdrawers as Clay rolled his eyes smiling - Clay spoke "I have to get back to doing our choreo but I'll talk to you after okay? after we can talk about our recent book" Clay said as you grinned nodding at him as he left as Adiago placed an hand on your shoulder - "This is it, girls. The moment we've been waiting for." Adiago said as Aria rolled her eyes "So we're just gonna do what we always do? Stir up some trouble and then feed off the negative energy? Some plan, Adagio." you stared at Adiago confused "You've been getting close to that yellow headed troll we can use that" Adiago stated as the color drained from your face quickly - When brozone started preforming you smiled at Clay as he grinned at you when he was introduced and he did an peace sign sticking his tongue out he motioned towards you as you smirked doing the peace sign towards him

- You frowned looking down to your gem as it glowed an bright ruby red as your fellow sirens giggled happily before Aria groaned "It's not enough of an meal though...." Aria grumbled crossing her arms as you sigh nodding "Adiago if we don't get enough we can't-" Adiago stared over at you with an deadpanned look as you sweatdropped - "Oh, no! No one's mingling! It's like there's some kind of underlying tension that could bubble to the surface at any minute!" Adiago said giggling while Sonata and Aria smirked yet you couldn't help but look at Clay with slight sadness Sonata placed an hand your shoulder "Whats with you face?" "I feel bad..." "what!" sonata exclaimed in shock

- Sonata stared at you with confusion as Aria furrowed her brows "You feel bad? What the hell" You stared over at Clay and his brothers who were fighting as Clay looked pissed off - You couldn't help but stare at them as they went walked away while your three friends left before Adiago raised an brow "(name) come" She called out as you paused before you rushed over to go to clay - You cupped his face as he stared up at you "Where are you going?" clay scoffed "far away from here I'm so sick of JD and his stupid" he sighed annoyed before staring at your face "(Name)" "Clay No I can't" You said as Clay groaned "please?" "no" you spoke softly as Clay sighed "Have you thought where your going... what about bitty b?" clay paused "I-" clay sighed "I dont know..."

Floyd

- Floyd followed behind his brothers before stopping when seeing you happily bouncing up and down beside Sonata in the dressing room - He felt comfy with your bouncy and happy aura with Sonata he felt... relaxed and happy. Yet he couldn't shaek fo the feeling about how your necklace shined

- The other brozone boys would talk to you three as Adiago smirked when John dory asked her about how they were in harmony so easily "Its cause we are perfect" Adiago said as You, Aria, and Sonata perked up when Adiago snapped her fingers to get your attentions as you three walked over to give an example - You smiled towards Floyd and the other brozone boys who took an seat as they heard you four sing in harmony together easily "Why pretend we're all the same? When some of us shine brighter" Adiago sang as your gems glowed brightly as Aria, You, and Sonata sang "shining brighter" "Here's a chance to find your flame! Are you a loser or a fighter?" Adiago said smiling as your gems glowed slightly as you guys walked around the brozone boys who focused on you guys as you an small green mist surronded the group of five as they furrowed their eyebrows thinking to themselves glancing at eachother but baby branch looked around confused - You four smirked checking your gems before stopping as Floyd stood up eyes sparkling "What do you call that?" "We call it the perfect family harmony" you said quickly as your three friends behind you smirked as you went off and started eating an sweet happily and playing with bitty B's tiny hands - "You'll have to excuse them. They're idiots." Adiago said crossing her arms witnessing you chase Sonata around cause she took your favourite sweet from you as you shouted at her bumping into floyd before apolgizing and rushing to Sonata as floyd smiled softly - Adiago noticed Floyd stare towards you as she smirked slowly something clicking in her mind... the sensitive one in brozone was interested in their (name)

- When brozone left floyd looked at you "Hey (name) right? your amazing at singing you ever want to... I dunno practice together? I wanted to get some tipss" you smiled at him nodding as he left with his brothers

- You would come over to brozone's place to see floyd and share your own songs

- You smiled at him as you both shared vocal exercises

- The fact you smiled at him as he finished playing his guitar and singing to eachother as he smiled looking at your red jewel on your neck before reaching his hand out "DON'T!" you said aggressively as he pulled back abit as you sighed "Sorry sorry... I just-" you said looking away as floyd smiled softly holding your face before kissing your cheek "you alright?" he muttered as you grinned at him "How do you always know how to relax me?" you said chuckling

- Floyd couldn't help but smile "You should come to our next concert well john invited you gusy but I wanted to ask you yourself.." Floyd said proudly as he blushed as you smiled "Oh were counting on it" You said looking away with an sly smirk as floyd tilted his head confused

- the day of the concert you and your fellow dazzlings were allowed backstage to just give them an 'Pep' talk - Floyd couldn't help but notice how your fellow dazzlings were singing quietly "Why are the singing?" floyd muttered confused glancing towards you "Oh! they are just uhmmm they are setting an example...?" you said confused as floyd was gonna question your more "Five minutes!" an staff said as you turned back to floyd kissing his cheek and leaving - You went to the crowd and sat at the back to not be seen well as you four made sure not to be seen

- John was getting annoyed on how his brothers were imperfect but when he saw you in the crowd staring up at him he needed this to be perfect just for you... all that practice had to be worth it

- The fact he sang towards you most of the time on stage you noticed how he woud;d smile brighter when you made an heart motion towards him as he chuckled

- You frowned looking down to your gem as it glowed an bright ruby red as your fellow sirens giggled "It's not enough of an meal though...." Aria grumbled crossing her arms - "Oh, no! No one's mingling! It's like there's some kind of underlying tension that could bubble to the surface at any minute!" Adiago said giggling while Sonata and Aria smirked yet you couldn't help but look at floyd with slight sadness Sonata placed an hand your shoulder "Whats with you face?" "I feel bad..." "what!" sonata exclaimed in shock

- Sonata stared at you with confusion as Aria furrowed her brows "You feel bad? What the hell" You stared over at Clay and his brothers who were fighting as Clay looked pissed off "And you can have these!" Clay shouted chucking his funderdrawers at John dory's face as you giggled slightly finding it funny yet confused how he got rid of them so fast - You couldn't help but stare at them as they went walked away while your three friends left yet you couldn't help but run towards floyd

- You hugged floyd tightly "floyd..." Floyd looked down to the floor sighing gripping onto you aswell "(Name) I'm worried... that I-" floyd sighed as he just held onto your waist tightly before looking towards you as you tilted your head "I'll miss you" "I'll miss you too Floyd" - He kissed your forehead before pulling you away "Can we sing together once more?" Floyd asked as you nodded the two of you dancing together singing together with an smile on each others faces before leaning in before you pulled away quickly... it was wrong and you couldn't do it

Branch

- you snuggled into Sonata is arms giggling as she poked your chubby face as you giggled

- brozone soon came into the room all of them separating as Sonata eyes sparkled towards floyd who was holding bitty b

- Sonata and Floyd placed you both down on the fluffy rug as you grinned happily branch doing the same "branch!" "(name)! I am (Name) your cool!" you two quickly became bestfriends on that spot

- You, Aria, and Sonata perked up when Adiago snapped her fingers to get your attentions as you three walked over to give an example while you jumped up and down excitedly - Sonata soon picked you up since Adiago wanted all of you to sing together to show an example - You smiled towards Branch and the other brozone boys who took an seat as they heard you four sing in harmony together easily "Why pretend we're all the same? When some of us shine brighter" Adiago sang as your gems glowed brightly as Aria, You, and Sonata sang "shining brighter" "Here's a chance to find your flame! Are you a loser or a fighter?" Adiago said smiling as your gems glowed slightly as you guys walked around the brozone boys who focused on you guys as you an small green mist surrounded the group of five as they furrowed their eyebrows thinking to themselves glancing at eachother but baby branch looked around confused before giggling when you did an silly face

- brozone and the dazzlings quickly planned on having you two have an play date you waved goodbye to branch happily as he did the same - Adiago walked over with Sonata and Aria following behind staring down at you "I'm tired of fast food. I need a meal..." Aria said groaning "The energy in this world isn't the same as in Equestria. We can only gain so much power here." Adiago said checking her gem "I wish we'd never been banished to this awful place." Aria frowned as you nodded in agreement "Really I love it here!" Adiago said arvastically as Sonata stared confused "For realsies? Because I think this place is the worst." Sonata said confused as Aria scoffed crossing her arms "I think your the worst sonata" "oh yeah well I think your-" Adiago groaned shaking her head in annoyance "Ergh! I'll tell you one thing, being stuck here with you two isn't making this world any more bearable." Sonata stared confused "Two? but theres three?" "thats cause (Name) is my favourite" She said patting your head as you looked up smiling abit at the older girl while Aria and Sonata glanced at eachother before nodding in agrement

- You would come over to brozone's place or Branch come overs to yours and you two would play together but on that though was that the dazzlings had to make sure you understood to NEVER! let Branch or anybody touch your necklace as you nodded happily as you went of to Branch is place

- you two where currently holding stuffed animals as branch eyes sparkled "You have an cool necklace!" "right! it's so cool!"

- The day of the concert you were in the crowd and sat at the back to not be seen well as you four made sure not to be seen well you couldn't see at all since you were small af since you were an baby

- Bitty B aka branch was singing towards you as you giggled waving excitedly from the back - You frowned slightly looking down to your gem as it glowed an bright ruby red as your fellow sirens giggled "It's not enough of an meal though...." Aria grumbled crossing her arms

- Adiago, Aria, and Sonata smirked singing quietly as people stared up at brozone who had some... setbacks and crumpled on stage embarrassing themself as the dazzlings smirked as an green mist flowed towards their gems - You watched brozone go backstage you couldn't help but stare at them as they went walked away while your three friends left before Adiago raised an brow "(name) come" She called out as you looked at her with your baby doe eyes

- Adiago paused realizing that famillar doe eyed look "(name) no!" you were already gone and were now inside the pod hearing floyd say his goodbye to Branch before pausing when seeing you

- You rushed over to bitty b quickly snuggling up to him and looking up to floyd who smiled softly "You two look out for eachother" branch nodded quickly hugging you as you giggled "I will make sure (Name) is safe!" "yeah! I make sure branchy is safe!" you said

- You stood beside branch the two of you staring confused as you hugged baby branch as he hugged you back as you two went to his grandmother as your fellow dazzlings walked into the pod to get you before seeing you playing cards with branch and his grandmother

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julesdaydreams · 8 months ago

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@wolfstarmicrofic I Summer Camp AU I word count: 1114

Since the age of 7, Sirius has been sent to Summer Camp every year. His parents called it “educational”, however, he had always known that Walburga and Orion just didn’t want to deal with their first born son four weeks straight - Regulus was allowed to stay home after all.

The Summer Camp he went to had been the same for the last eight years. And he hated every bit of it.

First, there were the people. The adults were exactly the type that Walburga loved. They scolded Sirius whenever he didn’t sit straight enough and made him do chores whenever he acted out.

And the other kids? Boring at best, fucking annoying at worst. They were your typical posh suck-ups, looking down on everyone and thinking they’re the greatest person to exist.

Secondly, the whole place was fucking depressing, to say the least. It’s like a bunch of dementors sucked the life out of it. There was no colour anywhere. Believe him, Sirius has spent the last eight years looking - unsuccessfully.

Lastly, there was nothing - absolutely nothing - interesting to do. The whole thing was scheduled to the T. And between boring history classes, stiff dance lessons and the hundredth playthrough of Beethoven’s Sonata No. 23 in F Minor, Sirius had little time to actually enjoy his summer holidays. And every time he tried to have some fun it just ended with him having to wash the dishes that night - again - as well as another letter to his parents, stating his lack of obedience - as if that was anything new.

So, this year, Sirius walked into his room for the next four weeks with the same expectations as every year, just to come to a sudden stop the second he opened the door.

Because instead of finding his depressing room with the uncomfortable twin sized bed and plain white walls empty and lacking of life as usual, there was a very much alive (and very much cursing) brown-haired boy, messing with the white bedsheet.

“Fucking- shit. Why won’t this bloody thing just- ugh!”

The boy yanked at the sheets, causing one of the corners he had already tucked in to spring free again, leaving the whole thing untucked. Sirius couldn’t help but chuckle at the scene, making the other boy’s head snap up, noticing him for the first time.

“Oh! Shit, you’re already here!”, he blurted out, seemingly not out of his own volition. His eyes were wide and he looked at Sirius with something he couldn’t quite make out before it was wiped away, a blank - one might say professionally polite - expression taking place, which seemed off on the young face, like it wasn't used to such an expression.

“I’m so sorry, Sir. I’ll be done in here shortly, if you don’t mind waiting a moment.”, said a much more composed voice and Sirius hated the sound for some reason.

“No need to call me “sir”. I’m fifteen not fifty.”, Sirius stated, dumping his bag at the foot of the bed before sitting down on the blank mattress. There was a flicker of something akin to surprise on the boy’s features before it was wiped yet again.

But before the boy could respond, Sirius interjected, wanting to see more of that cursing and dishevelled boy from before.

“I’m Sirius by the way. And you are?”, he asked, extending his hand (because yes - contrary to popular believe he had manners. At least when he wanted to have them).

The boy just looked puzzled at this, hesitantly extending his hand as well. It was rougher than Sirius’, adorned with pink and white scars that reach past his wrist and under his button down shirt. The handshake was over faster than it began and Sirius found himself missing the warmth that came with it. However he didn’t have much time to think about why that was because the boy was speaking again.

“Uhm… I’m Remus. Sorry about your bed again, I don’t really have this whole summer job thing figured out, yet.”, he said, looking a bit sheepish. Sirius’ mind was spinning with the new information.

“Right. I’ll better get someone who’s actually able to do their job, so I won’t bother you any longer.” Remus was at the door faster than Sirius could process and his mind went into panic mode. He didn’t want Remus to go. Remus leaving would mean the usual boredom of the first day and the stifling silence of the room. Sirius didn’t want that and Remus was the only way it would refrain from happening.

So - naturally - Sirius did the thing he did best, meaning that he put on his most charming smile as he jumped up form the bed, grabbing Remus’ arm to stop him.

“No! Wait, it’s no problem, we could do it together? It’s much easier to get the sheets on like that, I promise. And I really don’t want you to get in trouble.”

Round eyes blinked down at him, full of confusion and Sirius was about to apologize and say he could just do it on his own because clearly asking Remus to stay had been a very weird thing to do, when Remus smiled crookedly at him, taking a step back from the door.

Sirius released Remus’ arm from where he was still grasping it and soon the sheets were where they were supposed to be, bed made like it usually was, if a bit more wrinkled, but it’s not like Sirius cared.

They were both standing a bit awkwardly in the middle of the room, knowing that they really had no reason to both be here anymore. Remus snapped out of it first, giving a short nod before saying his goodbyes.

“Well. Thanks for helping, you really didn’t have to do that. Uhm- I’ll be going then.”

Sirius gave him a small smile, watching Remus shuffle out of the room. However, before the door could close fully, Sirius couldn’t help but get another word in.

“So, I’ll see you around then?” His voice was hopeful and he didn’t know why he felt so nervous all of a sudden, waiting for Remus to say something.

“Yeah. See you around.” With that the door closed and silence fell over the room. And Sirius couldn’t help but think that it felt different than all the last years, not as stifling. Somehow he knew, that with Remus here this summer, it wouldn’t be quite as horrible than it normally was.

#hp marauders #marauders fandom #wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #alternate universe #remus x sirius #summer camp au #short story

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iamsuggestingthatcoconutsmigrate · 7 months ago

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Re-re-re (xinfinity) watching Moonlight (2007) and

~ Joseph asks Mick if he's been working out. and we see in later episodes that Mick does indeed workout. So we can assume that unlike other vampire media, they aren't static, they can actively change their bodies, just not age. We also see Mick with longer hair in the 80s than both when he was human and in the present.

~ His PI License is only good for three years. How has he been renewing this every three years for the last 25 years (at least) without anyone noticing he doesn't age. It's not like he could do it online. And it has his picture on it, wouldn't that have been a bit of an issue for him prior to digital cameras in the 90s?

~ "You know, some people even find [vampires] attractive" Beth, with scrunched up nose probably thinking of Nosferatu "really" Mick, the vampire, getting the most disheartened look on his face. Dude, what? If she had said yeah me too were you gonna confess?!?!

~ Beth legit held Micks hand for a good 6 seconds, which doesn't seem like a lot, but surely if it was long enough for her to realize it was awkward it was also long enough for her to realize he was cold. And she thinks nothing of this?

~ I hope the vampire study group gets regularly checked for blood-borne diseases.

~ Mick just made a Spinal Tap reference

~ Maybe my college was unique in having bare classrooms because every room was a multi-purpose room, but why are there so many masks and posters and skeletons? Are all of the classes meeting there leaving their stuff and hoping it doesn't overlap too badly? Is Christian bringing all that and setting it up before every class for ambiance? Is he making Daniel do it???

~ Mick legit just appears in this man's office and starts closing his blinds and playing with his stuff.

~ The way Joseph is just in Mick's apartment when he gets home. Like I get that it's his best friend and Mick probably gave him a key, but I also think it would be funny if Joseph actually owns the building and is abusing his landlord powers

~ Mick it's going to take more than lemons, apples, and coffee to convince people you're human. Like I get that coffee and lemon water are probably things you offer clients, but please tell me you're not just giving people whole ass apples while they cry about their missing person to you.

~ Stop looking so surprised that Khloe's dead, you knew that already.

~ Love how Sophia Myles can't hide her British accent around fellow Brit

~ Christian how many girls have you felt up that you know the difference between an underwire bra and an under-bra wire?

~ I love how this episode ends in My Immortal which samples from Moonlight Sonata, which is also the name of the last episode. Something something it ends where it all began.

#moonlight cbs #Moonlight (2007)

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2baddiesfanfics · 7 days ago

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Starlight Sonata

Pairing: Kafka x Himeko

Tags: Restraints, Parallels, Dacryphilia, Kafka's Spirit Whisper (Honkai: Star Rail), Strangers to Lovers, Vaginal Fingering, Hurt/Comfort, Injury Recovery

Summary:

After Kafka shares a night of pleasure with a virtual stranger, even she is shocked by the intensity of her feeling toward a young navigator. Tying her fate to her through the use of Spirit Whisper, her ability is put to the test. But will Himeko come when she needs her the most?

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Kafka was used to being hurt. Growing up in the back alleys of New Babylon of Pteruges-V, she was already running heists by the tender age of 13. It wasn’t like she had a choice. It was either take what she needed to survive or be captured and brought to an orphanage where she’d likely perish.

Bruises and scars came with the territory. Over time, she ceased to feel the pain that resulted from each. The only part of her body she was careful to protect was her face. As she grew and came of age, she’d quickly learned it was her most valuable asset. Men were such gullible creatures. Manipulating them didn’t even require her to use Spirit Whisper. All she had to do was feign the slightest bit of interest, pull them into bed, and they’d sing like a charmony dove.

Women, on the other hand…they were trickier. But she relished the challenge. Until that is, she met Himeko. They must have been no older than their early twenties at the time. Kafka had made the biggest move of her career by infiltrating the Penacony Philharmonic. After acquiring a pricey violin on one of the many planets she had hitched a ride to, she’d learned to play thinking it was yet another valuable skill to add to her arsenal of tricks.

As she adjusted her score on her music stand, her eyes were immediately drawn to the fiery-haired beauty sitting in the front row on opening night. It was a miracle Kafka was able to focus enough to get through the performance. After the show, she was shocked by a knock at the door of her dressing room.

“Excuse me, madam. There’s a woman who claims to be an old friend of yours asking to see you. Should I allow her entry?”

Now this was truly fascinating. Kafka didn’t have friends. As far as she was concerned, people were meant to be used and then discarded when no longer beneficial.

She grinned in amusement. “Sure, why not?”

The security guard shot her a confused look and then escorted the other woman in. Kafka waited for him to shut the door before starting a conversation.

“So ‘old friend’…remind me what your name was?”

“I’m Himeko, navigator of the Astral Express. We may have never met before, but I’d like to change that.”

Kafka extended her hand. “Pleasure’s all mine. Name’s Kafka.” She normally used a pseudonym, but she wanted to hear how her given name would sound rolling off this Himeko’s tongue.

“You’re quite talented. May I ask where you learned to play like that?”

“Trade secret. Why? Looking for lessons?”

“No, just…curious.”

“Curious enough to talk about it over drinks?”

The other woman’s smile gleamed back at her. “How does eight thirty sound?”

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The longer they spoke, the heavier Kafka’s heart grew. This was something she wasn’t used to. She found herself searching for a way to extend the conversation. Himeko seemed to have taken a genuine interest in who she was, and unlike usual, Kafka was actually intrigued to learn more about her as well. It turned out the woman sitting across from her was far out of her league. She had majored in interstellar travel dynamics at a university Kafka had heard of but could never pronounce correctly. It wouldn’t be a stretch to say Himeko was a genius.

“And that’s how I ended up here on Penacony tonight. Luckily, one of my old friends had an extra ticket to this performance. I’ve been making progress on repairing the Express but skidded to a stop just when I thought I had everything figured out. Now I’m stuck here until I can earn enough credits to purchase more parts.”

Kafka reached out and patted her hand. “Oh, I’m sure a pretty little thing like you will have no trouble here.” While her mind told her to pull it back, she couldn’t help but let it linger. The warmth of the other woman’s skin felt foreign but familiar at the same time. She might have said it felt like home…if she knew what home was actually supposed to feel like.

“You’ll have to forgive me if I’m being too forward but…if you’re looking for a place to stay for the night, I have a room at The Reverie. I keep telling them a suite is extravagantly excessive for a single woman. A king-sized bed is much too cold,” Kafka purred.

Himeko gazed directly into her eyes. The lack of fear Kafka sensed from her made her feel like she had met her match and she was hungry for more. She moved her hand from under Kafka’s and slipped her fingers between hers. “Let’s see if we can’t warm things up a bit for you then.”

What they had was something Kafka had never experienced before. Every touch felt like a combination of fire and electricity thrumming through her body. This wasn’t the usual routine by any stretch of the imagination. The taste of Himeko’s tongue, the way the other woman’s hands tangled in the hair at the back of her neck, and the feeling of her hips thrusting against her own made it hard for her to think. In the heat of the moment, all that kept echoing in her head was “Mine, mine, mine.” And there was only one way to ensure Himeko remained that way.

The trigger words for Spirit Whisper came out between erratic breaths. “Listen…to me…Himeko…”

Between crimson strands of hair stuck to her forehead with sweat, the navigator’s gaze locked onto hers in a trance. “Y-yes…anything…Kafka…please…”

For years she had lived her life like every day could be her last. She had only ever looked out for herself out of necessity. Betrayal was an inevitability of her lifestyle. This was the only way to ensure she’d never have to experience it coming from Himeko. “From this moment on, you are mine. No matter where you are…no matter where I am. If you hear me call for you…whether we are on the same planet or galaxies away…when I need you…you’ll be there for me. Swear it.”

“I…oh, Aeons, yes!...I swear it…fuck…” she ground out before all either of them could see was a universe of stars in each other’s eyes.

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Now, years later, Kafka was looking up at blurred points of light, the frigid night air of Belobog piercing her flesh. Her ragged puffs of breath were the only source of warmth around for miles. She knew she’d likely face an early death – it’s why she always lived her life on the edge. Moving her hand across her belly, she brought it close to her face and saw her gloves were stained the very same color as her first – and only – true love.

Himeko. Ever since that night, nothing had been the same. She’d tried to forget her. Figured even the hypnotic call of her Spirit Whisper was nothing but a dream. Something her mind had fabricated outside of reality. But in this moment, it couldn’t hurt to try.

“S-save me…” she begged before her vision went dark.

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Strange. Kafka had always imagined death to be a silent experience. It almost sounded like she could hear someone calling her name, only the syllables were muffled and hard to make out.

“K-kafka…please…please wake up. I’m sorry I wasn’t there. If only the Express had been faster, damnit! Please!!”

She could feel heat. Twitch her fingers. Unsure of what she’d witness, she attempted to open her eyes and was met with a sight that assured she had, despite the many, many crimes she had committed in her lifetime, made it to Heaven.

A cough shook her body, and she felt an unbearable piercing pain in her side. “Ah, fuck! Himmy, careful, sweetheart. I thought one couldn’t feel pain after you pass to the other side. Guess that must be my punishment.” As her vision cleared, the woman next to her was barely recognizable. Her entire face was red and swollen, her cheeks glistening.

“Oh, Aeons…Kafka! It’s me. I’m here, just like I promised I would be. I’m so, so sorry…” she managed between sobs.

“W-where in the blazes am I? This looks much nicer than where I last took a nap.”

“I brought you to the Goethe Grand Hotel. We’re on Jarilo-VI. It’s a miracle you’re alive right now. I have connections to an Underworld doctor here. She just left.”

“Hmmm…you always seemed like too much of a goody-two-shoes to have those kind of connections…”

“Kafka, please. Be serious.”

As the Stellaron Hunter fully came to, she realized the pain had dulled and was replaced with a different feeling entirely. Looking upon Himeko in this state of utter distress…she realized she was the cause of her tears. This was the first time someone had actually cared about the state she was in. Yes, Spirit Whisper was the reason she knew she had been injured. But this was deeper than that. All her power required was that the person under its influence answered her call. Normally said person was void of any emotion at all. However, now she was in the arms of a woman not because she had seduced her, but because there was genuine concern for the state she had found her in.

“I…I’m sorry, Himeko. I never thought I’d see you again. I know we didn’t leave on the…best terms.”

That was the truth. When the navigator had awoken the next morning of their fateful encounter, Kafka was nowhere to be seen. The only evidence she had even been there were the marks she had left behind on Himeko’s skin.

“I was scared. I didn’t know what I was thinking. In fact, I wasn’t thinking. I was acting out of self-preservation. You wouldn’t understand. You’ve known love your whole life. I’d only read about it in cheap romance novels I found in shady motels. Please…accept my apology for being young and dumb.”

Fresh tears poured down Himeko’s face as she held her gently in wordless acceptance. Kafka reached up slowly, a single finger wiping away the moisture.

“I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but…if you’d let me…I’d like this night to end much differently this time.”

“I…I don’t know…”

“Can we try? Tell me to stop and I will, I promise.”

“Kafka, I don’t want to think. You had me worried sick. The last thing I want to do is argue.”

“Then don’t,” she replied. She shifted her body to face her, careful not to agitate her injuries - that underworld doctor must have excellent training because the pain was much more manageable than it had any right to be. “Don’t argue. Don’t fight. Just let me thank you for saving my life.”

Kafka took her hands in hers. “Trust me?” Himeko looked at her and then nodded hesitantly, unsure of what to expect. Suddenly, the rings on the other woman’s fingers glowed a deep purple. Thick strands of thread emerged and she expertly wove them around her wrists.

“Well, that’s new,” the crimson-haired woman joked.

“A lot has changed since we last saw each other,” Kafka chuckled. “But not how I feel about you. Now, normally I’d be much more athletic, but given the circumstances, would you mind straddling my lap?”

Himeko obliged, thankful she had removed her black overcoat and was clad only in her usual thin white dress. Swinging her bound arms around Kafka’s neck, she felt secure. The Stellaron Hunter trailed her fingers across her chest and felt the other woman’s nipples harden through the fabric. Sighing in contentment at the feeling, Kafka smirked with the knowledge she could still make her feel this way.

Her face was so close to hers that Himeko could feel her breath on her lips. “Ready?”

“I think I can handle whatever you throw at me this time,” Himeko murmured before their mouths collided. She felt Kafka’s grip tighten on her hips as she slipped her tongue between her lips. The Stellaron Hunter groaned, and the sound brought out something animalistic in her. The navigator writhed against her, unable to use her hands to relieve the growing pressure between her thighs.

“I can help with that, you know. All you have to do is ask,” Kafka muttered between kisses.

“I don’t…suppose you’re going to…touch me with gloves on…”

She had a point. Moving one hand from her waist, Kafka brought it up to her mouth, pinched the fabric between her teeth, and yanked it off. “Better, princess?”

Himeko had to stifle the loud moan that threatened to escape her. “It’ll be better when those fingers are inside of me,” she managed.

The Stellaron Hunter ducked to trail her lips down her neck. “Be careful what you wish for, dear.” Hiking her dress up, her hand snuck beneath the other woman’s already soaked panties. The navigator’s head snapped back at the feeling she had been longing for for years.

“Ooo, doesn’t take much, does it?”

“S-shut up…”

“If I wasn’t injured, I’d put my mouth to much better use, but alas…” she taunted as she moved her fingers in a slow circular motion against her clit. She felt Himeko shutter at the sensation and took it as an invitation to slip inside her.

“Fuck…Kafka…faster…”

“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” She growled as she honored her request. Feeling the navigator rock into her fingers, she adjusted her angle, feeling her grind into them at a rapid pace. “Don’t hold back…let me hear you…”

Himeko couldn’t stay quiet if she tried. A mix of curses, cries of pleasure, and Kafka’s name emerged as she rode her to orgasm. When she had slowed her movements, her forehead rested on Kafka’s.

“Mmm. Now that you’ve fucked the anxiety out of me, I believe it’s time for me to help you recuperate.” Tugging at her restrained wrists, the Stellaron Hunter got the point. With a snap of her fingers, the threads disappeared.

“I’m glad I was able to reassure you I’m not broken. Yet. But I hardly think I deserve to be cared for in that way. After all, I was the source of the wor-”

Himeko put a finger to the other woman’s lips. “Stop. Just…stop. Earlier you mentioned you grew up not knowing what love was, right? It hurts my heart to think you’ve never known tenderness. The chemistry we have, it’s…great. Fantastic, actually. And while hot and heavy is more our style, I’d like to show you what it’s like to be truly cared for. Please?”

Kafka let out a heavy sigh. Whether it was out of relief or hesitation, she wasn’t sure. This meant the navigator wasn’t just in this for the fun of it. She felt…sorry for her? No, that wasn’t quite right. If this was love, she couldn’t tell. But in all the various trysts she’d had, none of them had felt quite like this.

“Who am I to deny such a generous request?” She said cheekily as she laid back down on the bed. Himeko rolled her eyes, but her playful smile betrayed her love of Kafka’s nonchalant brand of humor.

Carefully sliding off her, she settled into her side. Thankfully the Stellaron Hunter was wearing an easy to open button down blouse that made things a lot simpler than having to lift it over her head and risk opening the wound in her side. She kissed her gently, her hands moving to unbutton and expose her body to her.

Feeling Kafka’s breathing grow quicker, Himeko reminded herself not to rush things. She gently ran her fingers down her chest, stopping to feel the weight of her breasts in her hands. “It’s ok to just relax and enjoy it,” she said in a reassuring whisper. “You’re allowed to let your guard down. I won’t hurt you.”

Hearing this almost made her break down. All she had known was being hurt and hurting others - both intentionally and unintentionally. The navigator felt Kafka ease into her arms as if she was asking to be held. “That…feels really…nice…” she panted.

“Do you want me to keep going? I understand if you need a moment…”

“No…aeons, no…don’t stop…”

Himeko felt the other woman’s nipples grow hard between her fingertips as she teased her. With a few more firm squeezes, she moved her hands further down to the hem of her pants. Slipping the button from its hole and unzipping it to give her more room, she kissed the shell of her ear before saying, “Ready for me, baby?”

“Yes…need you…”

Her hand slid under her panties while the other continued to massage her breast. Kafka groaned at the overload of sensation as she watched her toy with her. The navigator was met with no resistance but continued to stroke her cautiously to avoid ruining any bandaging around her wounds. If the Stellaron Hunter was in any pain, she certainly didn’t sound like it.

“Hah…Himmy…have mercy…faster, please…” she begged.

Kissing her neck, she obeyed. Her slick ensured zero friction, just jolts of pleasure every time she made the rounds against her clit. Kafka’s hand now covered the one on her chest, her grip indicating she wouldn’t last much longer. Once again, Himeko murmured into her ear, “You’re being such a good girl for me, finally just letting me have my way with you instead of the other way around. It’s nice to give up control every once in a while, hmm?”

“Fuckkkk yes…feels so good, so…fucking good…ahhhh!”

The navigator had rubbed her in just the right way to send her over the edge. She felt the other woman shutter against her and she gripped her closer, holding her tightly to reassure her that she’d never let go.

When calm once again settled over the two, they lay looking at each other in the dim light of the hotel room.

“Thanks. For everything,” Kafka started.

“No need to thank me. All I did was answer your call.”

“I didn’t think you’d actually come.”

“A part of me did try to fight it. Why would I want to save the life of the woman who broke my heart? But in that split second, I knew if I didn’t make a decision, we’d never have a chance to make things right. I want you to face this instead of running, Kafka. Face me. Tell me I wasn’t just some girl you used years ago as a contingency plan,” she pleaded.

The Stellaron Hunter cupped her face with a tenderness she didn’t know she was capable of. “I’m getting awfully tired of running away. Perhaps I need to run toward somewhere. I think that somewhere is what normal people call ‘home.’ Will you be that for me, Himeko?”

“I wish you would have asked me that sooner. The Express has taken me on many adventures, but none could ever measure up to that night I first met you.”

#fanfic #fanfiction #fic #wlw #hoyoverse #mihoyo #kafhime #kafka #himeko #kafka hsr #hsr #honkai star rail #hsr himeko #himeko hsr #hsr kafka #spirit whisper #kafhime week

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abandonedpie · 1 year ago

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This is Remiel, one of my ACNH OCs!

Some info about him:

Birthday: January 27; Age: early to mid-thirties

Aquarius, Enneagram Type 5

He/him, cisgender, bisexual (inside an open closet; he doesn't really care if people know, but he hasn't felt the need to tell anyone yet)

Holds a passion for home design. Has an...unconventional design sense?

Said passion for design is rivaled only by his passion for gyroids. Brewster's got nothing on Remiel's collection. He loves them like they're his own children. No you don't understand, at the time of typing this, he has exactly 100 displayed in his house and 190 in his storage. And his collection grows. Always. Nothing can stop it except the physical limitations imposed by house/storage space

Enjoys music; favorite genres include classical and jazz. Plays piano (since childhood) and saxophone (started learning in his twenties). Favorite K.K. Slider songs: K.K. Sonata, K.K. Jazz and K.K. Moody

He also likes fine art, fancy/expensive furniture and clothes, and material things in general. Grew up in a rich household, but was not particularly spoiled

Poor social skills. Blunt to the point of rudeness. He's the type who will walk away from someone he doesn't want to talk to, not even bothering to come up with an excuse or pretend he didn't notice them. Despite his general honesty, he struggles to open up about his deeper feelings. Secretly wants a friend and/or partner, but has more or less given up on connecting with anyone

It's okay, he has his gyroids for company. They're more fun to hang out with anyway: great listeners, expressive, and funny to boot! He loves dancing with them.

Aside from gyroids, he also prefers animals over most people (and I don't mean Animal Crossing villagers. They're more people than animal. Still preferable to humans though). Especially fond of birds (and birdsong). Might like to keep a bird as a pet, but worries that the gyroids perpetually accompanying music in every room of his house might bother it

Intensely uncomfortable with silence. Could you tell

Unrelated fun fact: he lives beside the island's graveyard

Cannot cook (see image #3). Usually buys takeout or premade food (may still burn it if it requires heating up), sometimes eats out. Wants to learn to cook edible meals but has never been able to get the hang of it. Believes he might be cursed

He has a gym set up in his house for regular workouts and yoga. Needs music (and the support of his gyroids) or won't do it

While he isn't one for interacting with fellow adults, he is better with children. The older he gets, the more he wishes to have kids of his own. He has considered adoption multiple times, but in the end, he faces too many doubts about his ability to be a good father.

I welcome questions and comments about Remiel! Not only will it give me the chance to talk more about him, but it might help me develop him more as a character :)

More OCs to be introduced soon, maybe?

#OCs #remiel #animal crossing #ACNH #acnh oc #piedraws #fun with expressions #how do art style???#for this I combined some AC style with my own style. whatever that is #who knows how consistent I'll be with the style for other OCs. or even just Remi. these already feel inconsistent #should I draw them more chibi? but will different body types come across well enough?#man I don't know what I'm doing #besides having fun!#what really enhances that instant noodles pic is that I was listening to (a cover of) Hallelujah while drawing it

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apateau · 1 month ago

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⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀‘⠀ 𝅾 ۡ ⠀ 𝐏 𝐈 𝐍 𝐊 ⠀ 𑁤 𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒 🇴͟🇷⠀ 𝑑𝑖𝑒 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝑼𝑮𝑯 .ᐟ ⠀ 𝙰𝚂 𝙸𝙵 ⠀› ⠀ 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𓍼 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᑦ ᴬ ᴹ ⠀ ㅤ̸ ⠀ 𝕟̵𝕖̵𝕨̵ 𝕪̵𝕠̵𝕣̵𝕜̵ .ᐣ ⠀ ⠀

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ��✿ ᮫ basics ഒ stats ഒ analysis ഒ wanted c ഒ mobnav.

ㅤㅤ✿ ׄ name: merope eleutheria de valmont. ㅤㅤ✿ ׄ nickname: merry, rarely used, only by those close to her. ㅤㅤ✿ ׄ age: twenty two. ㅤㅤ✿ ׄ date of birth: january 1, 2002. ㅤㅤ✿ ׄ ethnicity: french-korean ㅤㅤ✿ ׄ place of birth: seoul, south korea. ㅤㅤ✿ ׄ gender & pronouns: cis woman, she/her. ㅤㅤ✿ ׄ sexual orientation: pansexual. ㅤㅤ✿ ׄ romantic orientation: demiromantic. ㅤㅤ✿ ׄ religion: agnostic. ㅤㅤ✿ ׄ occupation: senior music major, aspiring composer.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ✿ ̸ PERSONALITY

ㅤㅤ✿ ׄ labels: the eternal perfectionist, the porcelain enigma, moonlit muse. ㅤㅤ✿ ׄ positive traits: composed, articulate, perceptive, and fiercely devoted to her craft. ㅤㅤ✿ ׄ negative traits: emotionally repressed, self-critical, distant, and bound by the fear of imperfection. ㅤㅤ✿ ׄ fears: failure, vulnerability, and becoming too deeply known. ㅤㅤ✿ ׄ habits: taps her fingers in rhythm to songs in her mind; journals obsessively, filling pages with thoughts she’ll never speak; collects old, annotated sheet music like relics. ㅤㅤ✿ ׄ goals: to compose a piece that can express all the emotions she hides, to understand herself beyond her family’s expectations. ㅤㅤ✿ ׄ alignment: true neutral, guided more by self-preservation and a need to maintain her equilibrium.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ✿ ̸ HEADCANONS & AESTHETICS

ㅤㅤ✸ 𝑖 ֪ moonlight sonata plays softly in her dorm room as she writes, pages scattered around like echoes of thoughts she’ll never say aloud. ㅤㅤ✸ 𝑖 ֪ her silver-blonde hair is always meticulously brushed, each strand falling in place like the last note of a perfectly composed melody. ㅤㅤ✸ 𝑖 ֪ in love with the quiet spaces—empty libraries, midnight balconies, gardens at dawn; places where her thoughts can breathe. ㅤㅤ✸ 𝑖 ֪ feels a profound connection to the night; it’s the only time she allows her true self to slip past the barriers of expectation. ㅤㅤ✸ 𝑖 ֪ keeps old postcards from paris and seoul, weathered edges reminding her of the fragments of a life she’s tried to reconcile within herself. ㅤㅤ✸ 𝑖 ֪ perfume bottles and vintage jewellery inherited from her mother sit untouched in her room, pieces of a legacy that both weighs on and protects her. ㅤㅤ✸ 𝑖 ֪ merope is enchanted by the timelessness of hand-written letters. she keeps a bundle of letters from family in a satin ribbon, though she rarely replies directly. when she writes, she pours herself into her words, knowing few will ever read them. ㅤㅤ✸ 𝑖 ֪ hidden in her dorm room, merope has a collection of delicate music boxes, each one a relic of an era she feels strangely nostalgic for. on sleepless nights, she’ll wind one up and let the hauntingly tinny tune fill the silence. ㅤㅤ✸ 𝑖 ֪ to merope, love is like music—intangible, requiring patience, skill, and passion to truly understand. she fears that if she lets someone play her melody, they’ll either abandon her or find her too complex to handle. ㅤㅤ✸ 𝑖 ֪ she’s intrigued by the night sky, feeling a connection to its cold beauty, but she doesn’t understand the constellations or planets. there’s something comforting in not knowing it all, in allowing herself to be lost within the vastness.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ✿ ̸ FAVOURITES

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ✿ ׄ music: beethoven’s moonlight sonata, debussy’s clair de lune, anything sombre and timeless. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ✿ ׄ books: french and russian classics, anything that speaks of solitude and introspection; anna karenina, the waves, and jane eyre are among her beloveds. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ✿ ׄ colours: silver, midnight blue, soft lavender—cool, subdued tones that match her inner world. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ✿ ׄ animal: the swan; beautiful and silent, an elegant creature that masks an underlying strength. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ✿ ׄ season: winter, with its quiet beauty, its shadows and secrets veiled in snow. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ✿ ׄ element: water—flowing, mysterious, both calm and turbulent.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ✿ ̸ QUOTES THAT ECHO HER SOUL

ㅤㅤ✸ 𝑖 ֪ “ i am rooted, but i flow. „ — virginia woolf. ㅤㅤ✸ 𝑖 ֪ “ but i have been too deeply hurt, sam. i tried to save the shire, and it has been saved, but not for me. „ — j.r.r.tolkien. ㅤㅤ✸ 𝑖 ֪ “ she was a phantom of delight when first she gleamed upon my sight; a lovely apparition, sent to be a moment’s ornament. „ — william wordsworth.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ✿ ̸ AESTHETICS

ㅤㅤㅤㅤsilver-blonde waves falling past her shoulders, soft as moonlight; lipstick stains on crystal glasses; ink-smudged fingers on piano keys; a figure on a balcony at dusk, gazing over the city with quiet longing; the scent of old parchment and faded perfume; a porcelain doll, all grace and silence, with eyes that hide too much; the delicate rustle of silk robes at midnight; chandeliers and velvet, all elegance and alienation.

#𝓶𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝓭𝐞 𝓿𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭 ── . ★ allegro ma non troppo ˓ in a minor key.ᐟ #baird.intro #likes to plot & open dm

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xxmolls · 1 month ago

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Lately, after hearing about the passing of a woman with Alzheimer’s whom I cared deeply for, I have been thinking a lot about death.

I went through a phase when I was 10 years old where I would lie awake at night, ruminating on the indisputable fact that everyone I love will one day die.

It used to terrify me.

Just the concept that one day they’d be in my life, and the next I would never see them again.

My Southern Baptist paternal grandparents had tried early on to teach me about Heaven and Hell. To get me to believe in Jesus so I could go to Heaven.

Despite their best efforts, I never did believe in an afterlife.

I have always just known, deep down in my gut, that I believe there is nothing after death.

When I was 10 and scared of the concept of death, I would eventually go to wake my parents in their room.

My mom would come lay with me in my little bed, rubbing my back and whispering in the darkness about death.

She does not believe in an afterlife either.

“Aren’t you scared to die?” I’d ask her, my knuckles turning white as I held onto her pajama top.

“No,” she said. “You get to a point when you’re older where you just accept it. It is a fact of life. There’s nothing you can do about it. And after you’re dead you won’t even know you’re dead or hurt or be scared… you’ll just be gone.” “But what about people you love dying? If there’s no Heaven, then we will never see each other again.” My mom didn’t falter, her voice steady and clear.

“You know, when I was your age, I was scared of death too. And I would go get my dad at night when I couldn’t sleep. He didn’t believe in an afterlife either. You know what he told me he believes happens when we die?” She didn’t need a response before she continued.

“He told me we live on through people’s memories of us. That is how you keep the people you love alive… through telling stories about them and remembering them.”

(continued under the cut)

My maternal grandfather had a brilliant mind. He skipped two grades in elementary school, went to Princeton, got a PhD in clinical psychology, and was a bit of a snob about his intellectual interests and hobbies.

He and my mom were incredibly close when she was younger. But after going through a divorce from my grandma when my mom was 12, and after tensions between his new wife and my mother for the rest of his life, their relationship was rocky at times.

He seemed to relish a fresh slate with her daughter. His first granddaughter.

From the beginning of my life, I knew I was absolutely adored and cherished by my grandfather.

My cousins and sister still casually point out how I was his favorite, and he made it no secret.

From my earliest memories, he would visit and take me to classical music concerts and art museums. He would gift me cassette tapes of Bach and Chopin, and I would listen to them to fall asleep.

He frequently told me how I needed to go to Princeton for college, like him. When I spoke softly to him, he insisted I take speech classes to be able to speak clearly and “be a strong woman who advocates for herself.” When we would go to the same local restaurant on his visits, he’d always order a margarita.

When I wanted one too and was upset that he refused, he promised me that after I turned 21 and graduated college (hopefully Princeton), we would have margaritas together.

He had many hopes and dreams for me.

One of his earliest dreams for me was that he wanted me to play the piano.

He had a beautiful grand piano himself. From a young age I would sit on his lap as he played the Moonlight Sonata.

When I turned 5, he bought a used digital Yamaha piano for me and insisted my mom get me piano lessons.

For most of my life, I was told again and again how my grandfather “got me into music.”

Anytime I played the piano for him he would be glowing with pride. His joyful and proud expression echoes in my memories when I think of him.

* For all his brilliance and the good health he enjoyed for most of his life, my grandpa’s brain failed him.

In his early 70’s, he began to develop Alzheimer’s.

At first he was incredibly angry. He was used to being the smartest person in the room, and now he couldn’t even find the right words to finish a sentence. Now, people looked at him in pity and talked down to him.

I was a teenager and distressed by how I could see my beloved grandfather fading away.

And as I got older, I had a hard time remembering what he was like when he wasn’t sick.

My memories morphed from joy to the intense sadness I felt when I witnessed him falling while going up the stairs. He was sprawled on the ground helplessly with an expression of confusion on his face. He looked like a scared little boy. He could not pull himself up, and we had to call a neighbor for assistance in carrying him into the house.

As he aged, his memory failed him, and his body began to fail him as well.

He was a shell of the grandfather I knew. He completely lost his ability to speak by the time I went to college (not Princeton).

When I was 19, I got late stage neurological Lyme disease.

Along with other neurological symptoms like pseudo-seizures and brain fog, I also started to have memory problems.

I could not find my words and often had long pauses in my speech.

I forgot the name of a friend who had lived in my apartment building just a semester before.

I opened the cutlery drawer to find a can opener, when I was struck with the realization that I could not remember what a can opener looked like.

I woke up one day in complete terror when I realized that I had no idea who I was, or where I was. I kept willing my memory to rush back in, but it took a good 5 minutes of agony before I finally remembered my name and that I was home safe in my apartment.

Through it all, I would make time to visit my grandfather, who was clearly nearing the end of his life.

He could not remember words or names, and did not recognize most people, but when he would see me, his eyes would light up and he would grab my hand.

“My special girl,” he’d call me, shaking my hand with emphasis.

* Through my work as a caregiver in a memory unit of a nursing home in recent years, I saw a lot of things that scared me.

Aging and dying seemed so slow and painful to me.

I saw once vibrant and beloved adults become stripped of their personalities and memories. I saw them wasting away in a sterile, dehumanizing environment. I saw the pain they went through, and I saw the pain their family members went through as they gradually lost them.

One thing I noticed is that the residents who were happiest and most at peace were the ones who had loved ones visit them frequently, who had loved ones at their side holding their hand through their gradual passing.

I began to get nightmares of what would happen when my parents got older, and what would happen if I got to be that age.

In all of my worst nightmares, I wake up from my slumber in an unfamiliar nursing home, my memories completely gone, and I am alone.

* The last time I visited my grandfather was when I had just turned 21 years old.

I hadn’t graduated college yet (my Lyme made sure of that), and I was having a lot of physical health troubles from my illness. I was heavily medicated, and absolutely miserable.

We were out in his backyard garden on the patio, and my step-grandmother brought him a hot diet coke with a straw.

She offered me a soda too.

We both sat in silence as others around us chattered away. We were both struggling to find the right words. Both of our brains were betraying us.

“I’m sorry we couldn’t get our margaritas,” I told him softly. He grabbed my hand and squeezed.

As I left his house that day, I looked back to capture him in my memories. I knew it would probably be the last time I saw him.

He was old and frail. He looked so lost. I was not sure I wanted this to be the image I had of him in my mind.

But his whole face lit up as he waved and said again,

“My special girl.”

When it became time for him to go, I was completely bedridden at my parents’ home in Missouri.

I was in horrible pain and in constant motion.

I could hardly tell the difference between my tics and my pseudoseizures. They both made it completely impossible for me to walk, talk, feed myself, and even bathe myself.

Around that time I was taking over 30 pills a day to try and mitigate my symptoms. I had not yet gotten diagnosed with Lyme Disease.

My Tourette’s neurologist whom I had seen since I was 11 years old started crying at our appointment.

“I would do anything to help you,” he said, “but I think the only option we have left is experimental brain surgery.”

I became incontinent. My doctors prescribed me sleeping pills just to “give my body a break.”

Still, I always hoped that when my grandpa passed, I’d be beside him holding his hand.

But when the time came, I couldn’t get on a plane to see him much less get out of bed to go to the bathroom.

My mom and sister went on their own to say goodbye. They played him his favorite classical music, and they held his hand and talked to him in low voices of how much they loved him.

The next morning, he was gone.

* I have never believed in an afterlife, and I have never believed in anything supernatural.

The night my grandpa died, I was loaded up on sleeping pills and mercifully unconscious.

Around 3 am, I woke up abruptly.

All around me I could smell my grandfather. It smelled like he did when he hugged me, when he took me in his arms to sit on his lap and play the piano together. It smelled of comfort and love.

I was still woozy from the sleeping pills, but I swear I could sense his presence.

I got the sense that he was waiting for something.

With sudden clarity, I smiled and spoke out loud “I’ll be okay. You don’t have to worry about me. I’m going to be okay.”

The smell then intensified, and wrapped around me. I could sense it everywhere. I could sense him everywhere. And then it was gone. I still wonder if it was truly there. That is the only supernatural experience I have ever had. But still I hold onto it and believe it to be true.

The next day I wrote this song for him, if only to keep him alive a moment more.

Lyrics:

Holding Hands

We passed away our money We spent up all our time If my love for you is silver my heart's a silver mine

I hold your hand and swallow I don't have enough words 'Cause our life together is dying As the pain in you grows worse

Would you say "I love you"? So I could memorize your voice Would you stay with me forever If you even had the choice?

The grass outside the window Looks healthier than you If I call this our last winter Would you tell me that's untrue

This is the last moment This is your final breath I sit beside you holding hands Hours past your death

Would you say "I love you"? So I could memorize your voice Would you stay with me forever If you even had the choice?

All around our house things seem as they were before but I can't help but tremble every time I shut a door

I think you're here beside me I can feel you touch my hair Would you follow me less softly So I always know you’re there

Would you say "I love you"? So I could memorize your voice Would you stay with me forever If you even had the choice?

You will follow me And I will follow you And even in the darkness We'll see how our love grew And even in the darkness I'll be holding hands with you

#music #americana #original song #songwriting #songwriter #my music #my writing #my writings #my flamboyantly dysfunctional family #tw death #alzheimers #i just sat down and wrote this essay thing so it is not edited and probably a mess #lyme disease #tourettes #long post #SoundCloud #ugh i hate that soundcloud always puts a huge ass picture of my face like HELLO

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420hamlet · 3 months ago

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The Devil's Hell (#125)- Raul Victoria III

The greatest tragedy of The Devil’s existence, his true hell, is his divine incapability to create true beauty. At first, he was happy to torture and destroy for pleasure. If, like Faust, you’d offer your soul to him, he’d torture you with everything you wished for and then come to violently collect what you’d sold. In the morning of Faust’s death, they found splattered blood and brains all over the walls and floors of the room, his eyes on the floor and his body on the courtyard. He’d enjoyed his whole life the blessing of a curse and The Devil had grown tired of it.

The Devil’s first attempt was to visit Giuseppe Tartini in a dream. He performed the most beautiful sonata Tartini had ever heard. Upon waking up, he got to writing it as accurately as his memory could allow. The Violin Sonata in G was, in Tartini’s own words, “so inferior to what I had heard that if I could have subsisted on other means, I would have broken my violin and abandoned music forever”. It had been a perfect rendition, but The Devil agreed with the disappointment and his failed attempt at beauty.

Next came Niccolo Paganini, the greatest violin virtuoso ever. His soul had been sold even before his birth, a hellish pact between parents and Devil. It paid off. With his pale lanky look, long fingers and flaming eyes Paganini was born a demon and a master. At age five he started music, at age seven composing, at twelve performing live. For 57 years he was plagued by disease and tragedy, but his violin skills were unmatched and feared. He came to be known as The Devil’s Violinist. Beautiful art had finally been created, but The Devil was found out, and genius was punished for it. He needed one more try.

I made my pact in my twenties and used my great talent for a decade of successes. Unfound and unsuspected, I simply enjoyed the ripe fruits of my hell-given talent, until my 30th birthday, when he came back to see me. Almost apologetic he asked for a favor. He said I could keep my life and my talents, and if I could do one thing for him, he’d give me my soul back. Ever since, I’ve written for one client only. At age 87, on my way to heaven, The Devil finally got what he wanted: he consistently enjoys the beauty of truly divine art while depriving the world of all of it.

420 words.

Instagram: @thevictoryville

#escribir #writing #420culture #shakespeare #hamlet #challenge

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chihoshisai · 2 years ago

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A Lonely Flower Amidst a Garden

Chapter 3

Pairing : Mycroft x Reader / Word count : 1349 / Genre : Fluff and light angst

A/n : i recommend listening to "moonlight sonata 1st movement" by Beethoven !

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Following the arrival of all the guests. You excused yourself from the presence of your family to enter the ballroom from a back door, so as to not run into Mycroft. “There is no such thing as fate.” You muttered to yourself. You should have seen it coming ; Mycroft frequenting the high end tea room from last time should have been enough for you to realise you may have been from the same side of society. He had quite the imposing aura surrounding him and you could tell it would be wise not to get on his bad side, yet you went and made a promise to tell him your name on your third encounter. Not that it would be much of a surprise now that he was attending your family’s party.

You quickly walked over to a corner of the room, where a grand piano was installed in front of ceiling to floor windows, keeping your gaze on the ground so as to avoid any eye contact. Thankfully, Mycroft was too caught up in a goldfish conversation to see you swiftly pass in between people. It was only until you started playing the instrument that his gaze, along with a couple others turned to you. You played beautifully, almost too well even. Having cast away your recent emotions upon seeing Mycroft, you focused on your task. As people got used to the ambiance your tune added, they all returned to their chatter paying you no mind. That’s right, you were only there to play - entertain the guests - as your family would say, to avoid any unnecessary conversation with any of them. Only Mycroft had a hard time keeping his eyes off you. As he continued his topics of discussion, he always made sure you were in his field of vision, furtively approaching himself in yours.

You raised your head to analyze the ballroom. A mistake you wish you hadn’t made. You made eye contact with Mycroft instantly, causing you to return your gaze to the piano’s keys. Your head stayed lowered the entire time, as you dreaded the end of your performance. An interaction with Mycroft was inevitable - he was waiting for you to finish - which you didn’t look forward to, because of who you were. Someone who was adopted at 10 years of age by the orphanage this family funded so they could keep up appearances in the public’s eyes. You were nothing for that family but a means to an end. Just like today, playing the piano was naught but showing others that you were still a part of it whilst being of use. If the days in the orphanage were dreadful, those in this household were worse. For your adoptive parents cared only for their biological eldest son and youngest daughter leaving you as the middle child uncared for.

You finished your performance, lifted yourself, still looking at the keys. Biting your lips you walked in the direction opposite of Mycroft's. Talking to him was out of the question. Not with your family present, surveying your every move like hawks would. You walked fast, almost running. You turned around to see Mycroft following you causing your eyes to grow with surprise. You walked even faster until you exited the ballroom to arrive into a well lit hallway free of people.

“Is this why you’ve kept your identity hidden all this time?” You heard coming from behind you.

“What do you want? Surely you know my name by now.” You stopped in your tracks, still looking down.

“I simply wanted to say that I enjoyed your performance very much. I’ve never seen someone play Beethoven's pieces this skillfully and beautifully.” You turned around to face him. People in your family’s circle usually didn’t comment on your performances just like how they didn’t bother talking to you. It had been a while since someone did both.

“Thank you.” You gave him something that finally looked like a proper smile.

“But I would still like to hear your name coming from you.” He gave you his usual smile. You were starting to find them genuine the more you looked at it.

As promised, you said your full name to him. “I apologize for my behavior until now, it’s just that I am used to a certain behavior from rich people even if it doesn’t excuse my actions.” Regret was written all over you.

“Given your background, it is only understandable that you would be on guard. Apology accepted.” Mycroft felt as though it was true - third time’s the charm - you were starting to loosen up.

“Just so you know I do not believe in fate.” This has caused him to chuckle.

“Why do you always laugh? Are you laughing at me?” You furrowed your eyebrows, not understanding of his intentions.

“Laughing at you? Most certainly not. I simply find your comments amusing is all.” He took a sip of the champagne glass he was holding. This had made you feel a rush of warmth on your face. Why was this man so kind?

“My brother plays the violin quite well. I’m sure he could accompany your piano very efficiently.” Mycroft internally cursed himself for bringing up Sherlock, afraid that you would take interest in his brother more than you would in him.

“Is that so? It would be nice if I could meet him someday then.” You weren’t exactly eager to meet new people but thinking about it being Mycroft’s brother, surely he wouldn’t be so bad.

“Shall we go back to the ballroom?” Mycroft inquired, showing his free arm towards you in order to escort you.

“I’m afraid I can’t. Or rather I'm not allowed to.” You bitterly bite your lips, averting your gaze from his. “You won’t see me for the rest of the evening. But I would like to make it right to you. I’ve got a performance coming up next month, we can see each other then. If you’d like I can give you tickets-”

You were interrupted by the sudden opening of the door that stood behind both of you. A tall handsome figure with jet black curly hair along with a cold glare walked through, leaving the door to shut on its own almost silently. His appearance sent a shiver down your spine - your adoptive brother - he was not pleased to see you in the company of a man no less.

“What are you still doing here?” He spoke to you in a condescending way, completely ignoring Mycroft.

“The young lady was simply giving me indications to find the bathroom.” Mycroft spoke for you, feeling the tension between both of you. Thankfully your brother knew better than to mess with the man he was facing. “Is that so? You’d have more luck by asking me than this pipsqueak over there. She’s only good for playing the piano, I'm afraid.” He snarled, giving you a look of contempt while you glared back.

“Well since you know this house quite well, why don’t you show him the way? Meanwhile I'll do my best not to get lost while returning to my room.” For the first time, resentment could be felt coming from your usual monotone voice. You internally cursed the man playing as your brother for interrupting your conversation with Mycroft.

“Well aren’t you considerate, sister.” Having said that last word with a subtle look of disgust only you could discern. You clutched your fists and gave Mycroft a sympathetic look, abandoning your usual resting face. “Goodnight Mr. Holmes, I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening.”

Mycroft who had no control of the situation whatsoever found himself wishing you a good night while yearning for the next time you two would meet. He could try to sneak up in your room but then again, it seemed more likely to put you in trouble. He felt a twitch in his stomach at the thought but instantly regained his composure. It seemed to happen pretty often - the two of you leaving in opposite directions - this time under the watchful scowl of your adoptive brother.

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bookwormscififan · 6 months ago

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As Long As I'm Near

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A/N: There was some dialogue that @iamvegorott sent me that I forgot to put into the fic from the other day, so I ended up writing a little thing for it.

“You see, the problem they had was that they hadn’t done their research,” Mare smirked as he spoke into the phone, running his free hand through his hair as he walked down the driveway. “Two important things to know about this kid Mad: he loves science, hence the weird-ass science mansion, and he loves to read. Offer him a good read, and I bet I’ll have him at the house before you can say Mangle.”

Pocketing his phone, Mare took in the huge door in front of him, cracking his knuckles before waving his hand, sending himself inside without even ringing the doorbell. His next goal was to locate Mad, an exhausted yet incredibly clever scientist that Host had said would be useful in their strange melting pot family.

Initially a genetics college, the mansion housed numerous labs and testing rooms, seemingly endless halls leading anywhere from the foyer. Years ago, Dark and a select few others had stormed the college, burning the entire east wing before getting caught and ushered away. One thing Dark hadn’t factored in: Some of the people in that college weren’t just students.

As Mare walked down the halls, memories of the events that sent him here surfaced, recollections of Host’s message stating that someone new had been located. The way Dark had practically run out of the house to get the newbie, returning with a scorched suit and darkened expression fiercely demanding Mare go out to collect.

The minute Mare read about Mad, his heart leapt and then sank, feeling colder the further he looked into the scientist’s history. A prodigy from birth, Mad had been enrolled in the genetics college at age ten, moving in with his parents and discovering new things as if it was second nature. Finding out the fire Dark had set had killed Mad’s parents drove a knife into Mare’s heart, more than sympathy at discovering that Mad was an orphan.

He trailed his fingers along the walls, tracing the scribbled crayon lines of a child that slowly evolved into crazed equations jotted at waist level, evidence of a scrambled mind crouching to write the ideas firing off in their mind. Mare barely understood the scribbles, but they reminded him of the sonatas he drew into the walls of his and Phantom’s childhood home, the music in his mind that couldn’t wait for a piece of paper to be released.

Softly, Mare started to hum, following the graffiti in hopes of finding his charge. Despite the destruction of the east wing, the mansion still boasted dozens of rooms, each one filling Mare with apprehension as he glanced in the doorways. He made a wide arc around a scalpel sticking out of the wall, frowning at a torn painting of a happy family before pausing, seeing an orange light coming from a room down the hall.

“Here goes nothing,” Mare said to himself, rolling up his sleeves and moving to the room, hesitating in the doorway to observe the man inside. Illuminated by the glow of a Bunsen burner, his hair seemed almost bronze, stature slight as he stood at his table, and Mare jumped as the charming silhouette of Mad made him drop his summoned dagger.

Immediately there was a flame in front of his face, the heat of it drying his eyes as whiskey-amber eyes glared at him from behind the flaming mallet. It took Mare a moment to break free of the combined shock and desire that clouded his mind, leaning back from the fire to fix Mad with a small smirk.

“Well,” he chuckled, raising his hands in surrender as he shook off the purple wisps encircling them. “I can see where Dark probably messed up. Do you mind putting that away? It’d be so inconvenient if you set me on fire, considering I just did my hair.”

Was that a smile? Mare paused as he watched Mad, ears catching on the soft giggle the scientist let out before setting the mallet aside, the weapon extinguishing before touching the ground. Without the heat of fire distorting his vision, Mare noticed the array of freckles dusted over Mad’s face, clearest across his cheeks and nose. The dark circles under his eyes certainly revealed that Mad probably spent too much time studying, but Mare found the entire look to be quite… sweet.

“You know,” he began, smile quirking wider when Mad tilted his head curiously. “You’re pretty cute for someone who fought off one of our strongest assets. I bet you could look even cuter curled in a comfortable chair with a good book.” The blush spreading over Mad’s cheeks was enough to tell Mare he was making the right choices.

“You guys have books?” Mare took a deep breath to calm his heart when Mad spoke, wanting to hear more of that voice. “He never mentioned books when he came before, just that I was important to his group…” he mumbled to himself, peering at Mare for information.

“We’ve got a whole library full of books,” the musician replied, stepping closer to Mad as a test. “Free for you to use whenever you want, for however long you want.” The fact Mad wasn’t moving away was testament to Mare’s success, and he raised a hand to summon a small, translucent image of a pile of books with a tiny version of Mad sitting atop them.

“I-I guess,” Mad stammered, eyes fixed on the image hovering above Mare’s palm, “I could check it out.” He squeaked when Mare pulled him into a hug, reaching blindly for some kind of weapon before realising that he felt comfortable in his arms, relaxing into Mare’s embrace slowly.

“My name’s Mare, by the way.” Mare released Mad, hands moving to hold his cheeks and look into his face. “I’m going to stick by your side until you’re sick of me. I wasn’t lying when I said you were cute, and as long as I’m here, you’re never going to be alone again.”

“I-I have to pack a few things,” Mad whispered, face bright red as his eyes darted between Mare’s and his lips. “Then we can go to your place. Will you stay here? I won’t take long.”

“I’ll be wherever you want me,” Mare replied, leaning down to kiss Mad tenderly, feeling his anxieties dissolve as he melted against Mare’s body. “Go get your things, I’ll make a phone call while I wait.”

As Mad left the room, Mare pulled out his phone, dialling his brother’s number and moving around the room as he waited for him to pick up.

“I told you,” He stated with a smile, eyes bright. “Offer him a good book, and he’ll come to the house. And tell Host to stop being vague about his visions; I’d have gotten Mad here sooner if I’d just been told the scientist would be my soulmate.”

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@brokentimewatch @dungeon-dragons-dragons @rattyboyisemo

#writing #fanfiction #nwtb fanfiction #madmare #Veg has the fox Mad agenda I have orphan Mad #or just Mad not having someone who was close enough to him until Mare #no i am not villainising Dark #he just... didn't do all his research

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The first blow came unexpected.

Virgil was in piano practise, playing a particularly difficult chord and rift combination when the sudden sensation swamped his mind. His fingers stumbled badly and the entire composition collapsed.

“I think you need more practise, Virgil. But that is to be expected. It is a very difficult piece.”

He didn’t answer her, too busy trying to work out exactly what had happened.

His lack of response was enough to shake his teacher’s confidence. “Are you sure you want to attempt this for your final recital? There would be no shame in choosing another piece.”

It was at that point the second blow made him see stars.

What the-?

John.

It was John.

A sharp indrawn breath. He stared at the piano keys as his heart picked up. “Ms Pickett, I need to leave early. I-I have to collect my brother.” He didn’t look up, biting his lip as another blow landed. Echoes of pain emanated through his heart.

His teacher didn’t answer immediately and her disappointment was obvious. “Very well, Virgil. Practise at home and we will try again tomorrow.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” Still not looking at her, he grabbed his books and stumbled from the room, almost literally as another blow landed.

His feet hit the asphalt running.

He knew where John was supposed to be, but his senses led him elsewhere, to the far side of the high school grounds, to a shed on the far side of the sports ground.

A place John had zero reason to be.

He had never run so fast in his seventeen years of life.

As he skidded around the corner of the building he tore up dirt.

Three large boys and a huddled red-headed body on the ground.

A foot rose to kick his prone brother and Virgil saw red.

Two hundred pounds of pissed off Tracy barrelled into the lead perpetrator and took him down with one angry fist. A crony made to grab him from behind. Virgil stepped backwards, catching his foot and elbowed him in the face. There was a satisfying crunch of bone.

It also gave him the draw back for the fist that black-eyed the third asshole.

Fingers that had moments before been playing a sonata, throbbed, sporting both his blood and that of others.

“You fuck!”

The lead perp grabbed him around the waist and they both went down, Virgil underneath and in the dirt. A fist landed in his gut and his lungs lost most of his breath.

“Think you can defend the weiner?” The bastard’s breath was hot on his face. Spittle landed on his cheek.

“I don’t think, asshole.” Virgil grit his teeth. “I know.” His knee came up and lowered the man’s chance at parenthood.

His grunt was somewhat satisfying as Virgil threw him off.

The two cronies were clutching at their faces and backing away while their leader rolled around in the dirt.

Virgil drew himself to his full height and snarled at them. “Stay the hell away from my brother.”

Three eyes widened in alarm, staring at Virgil as if he was the devil incarnate.

“What the fuck are you?!”

The voice came from the asshole on the ground. He was scrambling backwards, wincing at the movement, but staring up at Virgil with the same fear in his eyes as his buddies.

A shadow drifted over the man and Virgil realised it was his.

He didn’t need to look to know what had happened. A stretch and he flapped his fully extended midnight black wings. Dust lifted into the air and tossed their hair around. “I am your worst nightmare. If you even look at me or my brother again, you will find out exactly what that means.” He punctuated that with an arch of his pinions, high above his head.

The assholes turned and ran.

The moment they were gone, Virgil folded his wings and with a shrug, let them go, and hurried over to John.

His little brother looked up at him from the dirt with sad eyes. “I’m sorry, Virgil.” John’s voice was raspy. At least one of those blows had hit him in the gut.

“Not your fault. How bad?” Virgil inspected his brother with his eyes, senses reaching for whatever information they could provide.

“I’ve had worse.” He pushed himself up, groaning and leaning back against the wooden building.

“Don’t bullshit me, Johnny.”

“Don’t call me Johnny.”

Virgil placed a finger under John’s chin and lifted his face gently to inspect it. “What was the reason this time?”

“Not sure.”

“What did I say about the bullshit?” At least one blow to the face, John’s cheek was swelling and the skin was split. Virgil grit his teeth.

“What does it matter? There is always an asshole. Always. The reasons vary, but every damn time there is always one.”

Virgil gently undid the buttons of his brother’s shirt. John put up a protest, but the older brother ignored it.

A bruise was spreading over the right side of John’s ribcage. “This is assault, Johnny. I’m going to press charges.” These guys were going down.

John sighed. It was almost a whimper. “You can’t.”

Virgil’s lips thinned. “It is what should be done.”

“You can’t, you know you can’t.”

John’s shirt was gripped by a pair of bloodied fists. Slim, pale hands, fingernails lined with dirt, rested gently on those fists. “You can’t. We can’t. It would draw too much attention. They’ve seen you, Virgil.”

He grit his teeth and, with difficulty, swallowed his anger. John was more important. A cleared throat. “Anything broken?”

“I don’t think so. Can we just go home?”

“Scott’s going to blow a circuit. You should see a doctor.”

“Scott always blows a circuit. A doctor would ask too many questions.”

Virgil closed his eyes a moment.

“This is never happening again.” It came out with no small amount of pain.

“I’m sorry, Virgil.”

“It is not your fault.” A sigh, and he straightened, standing up, before offering to help John up. “Though we are going to have to think up a story to explain this to Gordy.” And yes, the third member of their little triumvirate was bouncing worriedly at the edge of Virgil’s mind. “He’s too old for vague excuses now.”

“Just tell him the truth. His big brother is a wimp.”

Virgil glared at John. “His big brother is a genius. His big brother has more brains than most of this school combined. His big brother is going to make a difference in this world. His big brother is going to make this world a better place.” He held out his hand. “And no minus IQ point asshole is going to stop him.” Not while Virgil was alive. He may not have his brother’s smarts, but he had other assets.

John reached up and took his hand, gripping it tight. A grunt and Virgil had his brother on his feet. An arm around his shoulders made sure he stayed that way.

“Thanks, Virgil.”

“Anytime, bro, anytime.”

-o-o-o-

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Moonlight Sonata

A spring evening. A large room in an old house. A woman of a certain age, dressed in black, is speaking to a young man. They have not turned on the lights. Through both windows the moonlight shines relentlessly. I forgot to mention that the Woman in Black has published two or three interesting volumes of poetry with a religious flavor. So, the Woman in Black is speaking to the Young Man: Let me come with you. What a moon there is tonight! The moon is kind—it won’t show that my hair has turned white. The moon will turn my hair to gold again. You wouldn’t understand. Let me come with you. When there’s a moon the shadows in the house grow larger, invisible hands draw the curtains, a ghostly finger writes forgotten words in the dust on the piano—I don’t want to hear them. Hush. Let me come with you a little farther down, as far as the brickyard wall, to the point where the road turns and the city appears concrete and airy, whitewashed with moonlight, so indifferent and insubstantial so positive, like metaphysics, that finally you can believe you exist and do not exist, that you never existed, that time with its destruction never existed. Let me come with you. We’ll sit for a little on the low wall, up on the hill, and as the spring breeze blows around us perhaps we’ll even imagine that we are flying, because, often, and now especially, I hear the sound of my own dress like the sound of two powerful wings opening and closing, and when you enclose yourself within the sound of that flight you feel the tight mesh of your throat, your ribs, your flesh, and thus constricted amid the muscles of the azure air, amid the strong nerves of the heavens, it makes no difference whether you go or return and it makes no difference that my hair has turned white (that is not my sorrow—my sorrow is that my heart too does not turn white). Let me come with you. I know that each one of us travels to love alone, alone to faith and to death. I know it. I’ve tried it. It doesn’t help. Let me come with you. This house is haunted, it preys on me— what I mean is, it has aged a great deal, the nails are working loose, the portraits drop as though plunging into the void, the plaster falls without a sound as the dead man’s hat falls from the peg in the dark hallway as the worn woolen glove falls from the knee of silence or as a moonbeam falls on the old, gutted armchair. Once it too was new—not the photograph that you are staring at so dubiously— I mean the armchair, very comfortable, you could sit in it for hours with your eyes closed and dream whatever came into your head —a sandy beach, smooth, wet, shining in the moonlight, shining more than my old patent leather shoes that I send each month to the shoeshine shop on the corner, or a fishing boat’s sail that sinks to the bottom rocked by its own breathing, a three-cornered sail like a handkerchief folded slantwise in half only as though it had nothing to shut up or hold fast no reason to flutter open in farewell. I have always had a passion for handkerchiefs, not to keep anything tied in them, no flower seeds or camomile gathered in the fields at sunset, nor to tie them with four knots like the caps the workers wear on the construction site across the street, nor to dab my eyes—I’ve kept my eyesight good; I’ve never worn glasses. A harmless idiosyncracy, handkerchiefs. Now I fold them in quarters, in eighths, in sixteenth to keep my fingers occupied. And now I remember that this is how I counted the music when I went to the Odeion with a blue pinafore and a white collar, with two blond braids —8, 16, 32, 64— hand in hand with a small friend of mine, peachy, all light and pink flowers, (forgive me such digressions—a bad habit)—32, 64—and my family rested great hopes on my musical talent. But I was telling you about the armchair— gutted—the rusted springs are showing, the stuffing— I thought of sending it next door to the furniture shop, but where’s the time and the money and the inclination—what to fix first?— I thought of throwing a sheet over it—I was afraid of a white sheet in so much moonlight. People sat here who dreamed great dreams, as you do and I too, and now they rest under earth untroubled by rain or the moon. Let me come with you. We’ll pause for a little at the top of St. Nicholas’ marble steps, and afterward you’ll descend and I will turn back, having on my left side the warmth from a casual touch of your jacket and some squares of light, too, from small neighborhood windows and this pure white mist from the moon, like a great procession of silver swans— and I do not fear this manifestation, for at another time on many spring evenings I talked with God who appeared to me clothed in the haze and glory of such a moonlight— and many young men, more handsome even than you, I sacrificed to him— I dissolved, so white, so unapproachable, amid my white flame, in the whiteness of moonlight, burnt up by men’s voracious eyes and the tentative rapture of youths, besieged by splendid bronzed bodies, strong limbs exercising at the pool, with oars, on the track, at soccer (I pretended not to see them), foreheads, lips and throats, knees, fingers and eyes, chests and arms and thighs (and truly I did not see them) —you know, sometimes, when you’re entranced, you forget what entranced you, the entrancement alone is enough— my God, what star-bright eyes, and I was lifted up to an apotheosis of disavowed stars because, besieged thus from without and from within, no other road was left me save only the way up or the way down.—No, it is not enough. Let me come with you. I know it’s very late. Let me, because for so many years—days, nights, and crimson noons—I’ve stayed alone, unyielding, alone and immaculate, even in my marriage bed immaculate and alone, writing glorious verses to lay on the knees of God, verses that, I assure you, will endure as if chiselled in flawless marble beyond my life and your life, well beyond. It is not enough. Let me come with you. This house can’t bear me anymore. I cannot endure to bear it on my back. You must always be careful, be careful, to hold up the wall with the large buffet to hold up the buffet with the antique carved table to hold up the table with the chairs to hold up the chairs with your hands to place your shoulder under the hanging beam. And the piano, like a closed black coffin. You do not dare to open it. You have to be so careful, so careful, lest they fall, lest you fall. I cannot bear it. Let me come with you. This house, despite all its dead, has no intention of dying. It insists on living with its dead on living off its dead on living off the certainty of its death and on still keeping house for its dead, the rotting beds and shelves. Let me come with you. Here, however quietly I walk through the mist of evening, whether in slippers or barefoot, there will be some sound: a pane of glass cracks or a mirror, some steps are heard—not my own. Outside, in the street, perhaps these steps are not heard— repentance, they say, wears wooden shoes— and if you look into this or that other mirror, behind the dust and the cracks, you discern—darker and more fragmented—your face, your face, which all your life you sought only to keep clean and whole. The lip of the glass gleams in the moonlight like a round razor—how can I lift it to my lips? however much I thirst—how can I lift it—Do you see? I am already in a mood for similes—this at least is left me, reassuring me still that my wits are not failing. Let me come with you. At times, when evening descends, I have the feeling that outside the window the bear-keeper is going by with his old heavy she-bear, her fur full of burrs and thorns, stirring dust in the neighborhood street a desolate cloud of dust that censes the dusk, and the children have gone home for supper and aren’t allowed outdoors again, even though behind the walls they divine the old bear’s passing— and the tired bear passes in the wisdom of her solitude, not knowing wherefore and why— she’s grown heavy, can no longer dance on her hind legs, can’t wear her lace cap to amuse the children, the idlers, the importunate, and all she wants is to lie down on the ground letting them trample on her belly, playing thus her final game, showing her dreadful power for resignation, her indifference to the interest of others, to the rings in her lips, the compulsion of her teeth, her indifference to pain and to life with the sure complicity of death—even a slow death— her final indifference to death with the continuity and the knowledge of life which transcends her enslavement with knowledge and with action. But who can play this game to the end? And the bear gets up again and moves on obedient to her leash, her rings, her teeth, smiling with torn lips at the pennies the beautiful and unsuspecting children toss (beautiful precisely because unsuspecting) and saying thank you. Because bears that have grown old can say only one thing: thank you; thank you. Let me come with you. This house stifles me. The kitchen especially is like the depths of the sea. The hanging coffeepots gleam like round, huge eyes of improbable fish, the plates undulate slowly like medusas, seaweed and shells catch in my hair—later I can’t pull them loose— I can’t get back to the surface— the tray falls silently from my hands—I sink down and I see the bubbles from my breath rising, rising and I try to divert myself watching them and I wonder what someone would say who happened to be above and saw these bubbles, perhaps that someone was drowning or a diver exploring the depths? And in fact more than a few times I’ve discovered there, in the depths of drowning, coral and pearls and treasures of shipwrecked vessels, unexpected encounters, past, present, and yet to come, a confirmation almost of eternity, a certain respite, a certain smile of immortality, as they say, a happiness, an intoxication, inspiration even, coral and pearls and sapphires; only I don’t know how to give them—no, I do give them; only I don’t know if they can take them—but still, I give them. Let me come with you. One moment while I get my jacket. The way this weather’s so changeable, I must be careful. It’s damp in the evenings, and doesn’t the moon seem to you, honestly, as if it intensifies the cold? Let me button your shirt—how strong your chest is —how strong the moon—the armchair, I mean—and whenever I lift the cup from the table a hole of silence is left underneath. I place my palm over it at once so as not to see through it—I put the cup back in its place; and the moon’s a hole in the skull of the world—don’t look through it, it’s a magnetic force that draws you—don’t look, don’t any of you look, listen to what I’m telling you—you’ll fall in. This giddiness, beautiful, ethereal—you will fall in— the moon’s a marble well, shadows stir and mute wings, mysterious voices—don’t you hear them? Deep, deep the fall, deep, deep the ascent, the airy statue enmeshed in its open wings, deep, deep the inexorable benevolence of the silence— trembling lights on the opposite shore, so that you sway in your own wave, the breathing of the ocean. Beautiful, ethereal this giddiness—be careful, you’ll fall. Don’t look at me, for me my place is this wavering—this splendid vertigo. And so every evening I have a little headache, some dizzy spells. Often I slip out to the pharmacy across the street for a few aspirin, but at times I’m too tired and I stay here with my headache and listen to the hollow sound the pipes make in the walls, or drink some coffee, and, absentminded as usual, I forget and make two—who’ll drink the other? It’s really funny, I leave it on the windowsill to cool or sometimes I drink them both, looking out the window at the bright green globe of the pharmacy that’s like the green light of a silent train coming to take me away with my handkerchiefs, my run-down shoes, my black purse, my verses, but no suitcases—what would one do with them? Let me come with you. Oh, are you going? Goodnight. No, I won’t come. Goodnight. I’ll be going myself in a little. Thank you. Because, in the end, I must get out of this broken-down house. I must see a bit of the city—no, not the moon— the city with its calloused hands, the city of daily work, the city that swears by bread and by its fist, the city that bears all of us on its back with our pettiness, sins, and hatreds, our ambitions, our ignorance and our senility. I need to hear the great footsteps of the city, and no longer to hear your footsteps or God’s, or my own. Goodnight. The room grows dark. It looks as though a cloud may have covered the moon. All at once, as if someone had turned up the radio in the nearby bar, a very familiar musical phrase can be heard. Then I realize that “The Moonlight Sonata,” just the first movement, has been playing very softly through this entire scene. The Young Man will go down the hill now with an ironic and perhaps sympathetic smile on his finely chiselled lips and with a feeling of release. Just as he reaches St. Nicholas’, before he goes down the marble steps, he will laugh—a loud, uncontrollable laugh. His laughter will not sound at all unseemly beneath the moon. Perhaps the only unseemly thing will be that nothing is unseemly. Soon the Young Man will fall silent, become serious, and say: “The decline of an era.” So, thoroughly calm once more, he will unbutton his shirt again and go on his way. As for the Woman in Black, I don’t know whether she finally did get out of the house. The moon is shining again. And in the corners of the room the shadows intensify with an intolerable regret, almost fury, not so much for the life, as for the useless confession. Can you hear? The radio plays on: YANNIS RITSOS The Fourth Dimension. Princeton University Press, 1993. Translated from the Greek by Peter Green and Beverly Bardsley.

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