#and they’re the distinguished guests

[candycandy00]

His Good Girl - An Umemiya x Reader Fanfic

Sold to a local mafia syndicate by your indebted parents, you’re forced to “entertain” a visiting rival mafia head named Umemiya. 

Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. AU. Umemiya as a 20-something mafia boss. Dubcon. Oral sex. Inexperienced Reader. Umemiya is a sweetheart. 

This is my first time writing Umemiya so please be gentle! Any feedback is adored! This was inspired by a bizarre dream I had and the idea refused to leave my brain. I might write a follow up if there’s any interest. Divider by @benkeibear.

Your parents owed the local mafia way more money than they could ever repay, so they basically handed you over as payment the day you turned 19. It’s only been a week, and so far you’re still uncertain what your job will be here. You figured you’d be shoved into some brothel, but thankfully, not yet. 

The whole mafia mansion is abuzz today because of some meeting taking place tonight. Apparently they’re hosting the heads of several local mafia families to try to negotiate territories and boundaries. An older lady comes in and explains to you and ten other young women what your roles will be.

To keep the heads of the other families happy and compliant, the plan is to have you and the other women “entertain” them. You feel a knot in your stomach, already guessing what that might entail. Then she goes over the details, and it’s somehow worse. You’re to spend the entirety of the meeting, which could take hours, cockwarming them. With your mouths. You won’t be allowed to take their dicks out of your mouths unless they have to leave the room, and your job will be to make them cum as many times as possible. 

The men in charge of this family seem to think it will be amusing, watching all these stoic, powerful men trying to keep their cool while pretty ladies are on their knees in front of them, sucking them off all evening. 

You feel sick to your stomach, but you don’t argue or protest. You’re told that doing this one job will cut your parents’ debt in half. The sooner you work it off, the sooner you can be free of this place. So you grimly prepare with the other women, dressing up in tantalizing outfits and putting on makeup. You’ll try your best, even though you have no experience with this sort of thing. 

When the meeting starts, you and the other women are already in the room. There’s a half circle of eleven chairs, and you watch in trepidation as the guests begin walking in. 

None of them are gross, at least. Most are fairly attractive, even the slightly older ones. And to a man, they are all dressed impeccably. Figures. No self respecting mafia head is going to show up looking like a slob. 

The last man to arrive catches your eye, for a number of reasons. The first thing you notice is that he’s tall. Really tall. He towers over everyone else in the room. The second thing you notice is that he’s incredibly handsome. He has fine features, soft white hair that’s mostly slicked back, a few strands falling into his bright blue eyes. He’s younger than the rest. You’d guess mid twenties. He’s radiant, smiling in a friendly manner, wearing a long jacket that’s been left unbuttoned. It’s a casual style that would look unpolished on anyone else, but on him it looks stylish. 

The women behind you are whispering, but you can’t hear what they’re saying. Are they talking about him?

The hosting mafia head explains the plans for the meeting, and why the women are there. Almost all of the visiting heads seem excited, but you notice the tall, beautiful man seems unhappy with the idea. 

“That sounds pretty miserable for the ladies,” he says, glancing at the group of women. 

The hosting mafia boss who owns you laughs. “Nonsense! They all feel honored to be able to serve such distinguished gentlemen! Isn’t that right, ladies?”

All of the women, including you, slowly nod. A few of them even put on phony smiles. The handsome man’s eyes meet yours for a brief moment. Can he see the near panic in them? 

“Regardless, I think I’ll respectfully decline,” he says. 

One of the other guests slaps him playfully on the back. “What’s wrong, Umemiya? Afraid you won’t last as long as the rest of us?”

So his name is Umemiya. He gives the other man an awkward smile. “Haha, maybe.”

The host narrows his eyes. “If you decline, we’ll take that as an insult to our hospitality, and we’ll have to ask you to leave the meeting.”

Umemiya looks back at the man, and though his friendly expression doesn’t change, there’s a gleam in his eyes, like a quiet anger bubbling beneath the surface. Then he sighs and says, “Fine. I guess I’ll accept your… hospitality.”

All the men take seats in the half circle, including the host, who is clearly excited to begin. Then he looks at the women and says, “Ladies, I’ll allow you the honors of choosing tonight.”

You and the other women stand there awkwardly for a moment. You hear one of them say in a low voice to another, “That guy’s gorgeous but I’m definitely not picking him.”

You turn to face her. “Huh? Why not?”

Her voice is a whisper. “Oh, honey. Think about it. A guy that tall is gonna have a huge dick. I don’t want to choke all night. It would be unbearable. A shame though, he actually seems nice.”

You watch nervously as the women begin selecting their men for the evening. The more handsome ones are taken first, then the others, until only Umemiya remains. You realize with shock, and embarrassment, that you have to pick him. You shyly approach, your hands fiddling with the hem of the too short skirt you were told to wear. 

He looks up at you with an uneasy grin. “Guess I was last picked. That’s kind of embarrassing!” Then his eyes seem to focus on your face. “How old are you?”

“I’m nineteen,” you squeak out. 

He sighs again. “At least you’re an adult.” He gives you a warm smile. “I’m sorry about this. I’ll try to make this as easy on you as possible, so let’s try to get through it together.”

You feel your heart flutter. You can’t believe how nice he is, on top of being ridiculously good looking. Maybe this won’t be so bad. 

The other women begin dropping to their knees in front of their chosen men, so you do the same, feeling completely out of your depth. 

“Have you ever done this before?” he asks as he begins unbuckling his belt. 

You shake your head. “Never.”

“Fuck,” he whispers, then he looks at you apologetically. “I’m really sorry about this.”

Huh? Why does he keep apologizing? He was basically threatened into doing this, same as you. But those thoughts freeze in your brain when you see the enormous organ he just pulled out of his pants. 

Ehhhhhh???? Is this thing for real?! Surely they’re not supposed to be that big! You glance to the side, and the woman to your right is staring at it with bulging eyes. Then she gives you a pitying look. 

Umemiya himself looks a little embarrassed. “Uh, it gets a little bigger when I’m fully hard. Just thought I’d warn you.”

It gets bigger?! How?! You try to contain your shock as you eye the imposing shaft. 

The host claps twice to get everyone’s attention. “Alright, let’s begin the meeting! Ladies, remember to keep those cocks all the way in your mouths! And don’t forget to keep those tongues busy!”

You look back at the cock in front of you with alarm. The women beside you both lean forward and take dicks into their mouths. You couldn’t help noticing that those dicks looked tiny by comparison to Umemiya’s. 

“Take your time,” he says to you in a comforting voice, “ease it in slowly. It’s okay if your teeth touch it, just try not to bite down.”

“O-okay,” you say, leaning your face forward and opening your mouth. It’s already bigger than when he first pulled it out, quickly growing hard despite his reluctance to participate. You feel it press in past your lips, dragging across your tongue, and finally hit the back of your throat. That’s it. That’s as far as it goes, right? 

Looking forward, you can see that he’s not all the way in your mouth. Your eyes flick toward the host, worried that he’ll notice. Umemiya seems to notice. “Try to relax your throat,” he tells you. “That’s it, you’re doing good.”

His voice sends goosebumps across your skin as his massive cock slides even further in, going partially down your throat. 

“Breathe through your nose,” he says. 

Your hands are on his thighs, gripping the fabric of his pants. You’re gagging slightly, trying to keep it under control and focus on breathing. At least he smells nice, like fresh citrus. 

The meeting begins. The host starts talking, but you can’t listen to him. Your full attention is on the giant cock in your mouth. Occasionally you hear one of the men grunt or groan, but overall they seem to be trying to focus on the meeting. Umemiya is eerily calm, maintaining his usual expression and only glancing down to meet your gaze every so often. 

After what feels like forever, your jaw is sore and your throat aches. Tears fill your eyes. When Umemiya notices, he looks at you guiltily before moving one large hand over to gently rub the top of your head. “Good girl,” he says, “you’re taking me really well.”

The statement makes heat spread over your face. Then you remember that you’re supposed to be making him cum. The thought of it makes you excited somehow. You feel the urge to pleasure him, to make him feel good. He’s been so sweet to you after all. He hasn’t moved at all, letting you do things at your own pace. Looking up at his face, it’s clearer than ever how gorgeous he is. 

You tighten your lips around his base, your tongue gliding across the underside of his shaft while your tight throat constricts around his tip. He looks down at you suddenly, blue eyes slightly widened, another strand of his hair slipping down across his forehead. 

“You don’t have to do this,” he says quietly. 

You wish you could tell him that you want to. Instead you continue, licking him and sucking out the gooey precum from his tip. You hear his breath catch in his throat, but he makes no other reaction. 

He holds out for longer than you expected, even speaking to the host at one point. But eventually his hand grips your hair, and for the first time you feel a bit of force from him as he pushes your head down, his cock going halfway down your throat and choking you. Immediately, you feel his warm cum flood your mouth, coating the back of your tongue and oozing down your neck. 

His hand quickly releases you, and he mutters another apology. His face looks slightly flushed, and he’s breathing a little harder. Oh god, he looks so hot right now. You feel a growing dampness between your legs as you stare up at him, his now soft cock still in your mouth. 

Right away you begin gently suckling on the sticky flesh, your tongue pressing into the tip.

“If you keep doing that, I’m gonna be hard again in no time,” he tells you. 

You look up at him, hoping he can read your intentions from your eyes. You want to pleasure him, again and again. 

He pats your head affectionately. “You’re so cute.”

Ahh? Did this unbelievably beautiful man, who happened to be a powerful mafia boss, just call you cute? You feel yourself blushing. You’re not sure if it’s possible to fall in love with a man while his cock is in your mouth, but you think you just did. 

By the time the long, boring meeting ends, you’ve made him cum twice more, both times feeding you his tasty cum and calling you his “good girl”. 

After it’s over, you pull away, your jaw stiff and hurting. Your mouth is a mess, wet and sticky, covered in drool and cum. A handkerchief appears in front of your face, and you look up to find Umemiya holding it out to you with a friendly smile. You take it, wiping your mouth before he stands and helps you to your feet. 

“Are you alright?” he asks. 

You move your jaw a bit, then wince. “I’ll be okay,” you answer. 

He stares at you for a moment, then asks, “How did you end up here?”

You glance around to make sure no one is paying attention. “My parents owed a debt, so they gave me as payment.”

Umemiya frowns. “Let me guess, their debt transferred to you.”

You nod. 

“Alright then,” he says. “I’ll pay off your debt if you’ll come work for me.”

Your eyes widen. “What?”

“Oh, don’t worry, it’ll be a legitimate job, nothing like this. And you’d be free to come and go as you please.”

“You’d do that for me?” you ask. “Why?”

He scratches the back of his head, looking a little awkward. “Maybe I imagined it, but it felt like there was something between us. Not just the physical stuff. Was it just me?”

“No! I felt it too!” you tell him. You’re too embarrassed to tell him your panties are soaked. 

He gives you a heated look. “Then maybe I can return the favor.”

Your skin flushes as you press your thighs together in anticipation. “I’d like that.”

He grins. “I’ll go talk to the boss. Just wait here for me.”

He walks away, and you feel your heart beating so fast, you feel like it might burst. You smile happily, ready to begin your new, much better life. 

[no-road-home]

Stewpot: Tales from a Fantasy Tavern on Backerkit now!

Stewpot: Tales from a Fantasy Tavern is a GMless one-to-three shot TTRPG based on games like MF0: Firebrands and The Sundered Land. It's a collection of 20 mini-games where former adventurers open a tavern together and reintegrate into society after a life on the road.

What happens after the adventure? What does daily life in a fantasy world look like? Stewpot draws inspiration from stories like Dungeon Meshi, Redwall, Frieren, and Bartender, as well as various aspects of D&D. It's a great way to wrap up a long-running fantasy TTRPG campaign.

Start a garden, cook monsters, run a festival booth, reforge old weapons, flirt with mysterious strangers, and more in a new version of the game with tons of art and new storybook-style layout!

(more info and full description of the mini-games in the read more!)

The structure of the game is based on characters having an Adventurer Job, with Adventurer Experiences that represent their abilities and powers, and a Town Job with Town Experiences. You can make new characters just for the game, or bring in old characters and recreate them with the existing Experiences or write your own.

As you play the game, you'll cross off Adventurer Experiences as you let go of them or let them fade into the background, and gain new Town Experiences that take their place. Along the way you'll upgrade your Tavern and give each other Keepsakes!

Games from the old Itch.io PDF version (0.41):

The First Step: Before you decided to put down roots here, before you found this group of friends, what were you doing? What was the first thing you learned about how to live in town?

NPC Sidequest: Your adventuring days may be over, but there are plenty of people in town that could use your help.

Wear and Tear: There’s always something to fix, or clean, or pay off.

Market Day: You never would have guessed how many things you need just to keep a tavern running. 

Homegrown: There’s something special about using ingredients grown nearby. Why not give growing your own a try?

Sliced: Sometimes supply routes get disrupted. Or maybe you just want to stand out from the rest of the taverns. Whatever the reason, you’re playing this game because you want or need to do one thing: cook with monster parts.

Romancing a Stranger: Someone in the tavern makes eye contact with you, and their gaze lingers a little longer than you’d expect. Your co-workers urge you on, and make every excuse they can to send you over to talk to the lovely Stranger.

Off the Clock: Where do you go after the tables are wiped down? Who’s heard every story you have about the worst people who have walked in?

A Friendly Tavern Brawl: Every tavern has its rowdy patrons. You know they’re good at heart, but sometimes when the ale is flowing and spirits are high, things get a little out of hand. How do you handle the situation?

Festival Day: Your town has a few festival days a year, and they’re some of your busiest. How do you prepare? How do you handle the influx of people?

A Bard's Tale: During your time as an adventurer, you accomplished many daring deeds. In fact, some of those deeds are retold to this day by travelling bards.

A Glass of the Gods: Sometimes a troubled adventurer will come in, looking for answers, and letting them drink themselves into oblivion is the wrong answer. It's up to you  to  mix the perfect drink, something perfect for the situation that can push the adventurer to look inside and find the answer on their own.

A Distinguished Guest: Someone important is in town, and they’re already almost here. The tavern has to be at its best for this guest. After all, they might leave a generous tip.

In the Rhythm of Things: Time passes. Rough edges are sanded down. Before you know it, life in town has become like breathing. You gather in your favorite part of the tavern and wonder where the time has gone.

New games for this crowdfunding campaign:

Shields and Skillets: Enchantments are volatile things, especially when they sit unused for long periods of time. You have to let go of your old equipment before it’s too late.

Shelter from the Storm: Early one morning, you feel it. A familiar ache in your bones. Something is coming.

A Funeral: As an adventurer, you said farewell many times. Sometimes it was only temporary. Most of the time, it wasn't. 

Retracing: You've left town for something: an errand, a vacation, an old favor. Suddenly, you recognize the route you're traveling. You've been this way before, during your adventuring days.

A Fleeting Memory: Something about the way the fire flickers lingers in your mind. The smell of hay and clover brings a tear to your eye. A fading memory resurfaces.

A Familiar Face: An old friend you haven't seen in a while has stopped by. Why not show them around the town and the tavern?

[delusionalwriter02]

Hello! If you’re not to busy I was wondering if you could write for dazai, chuuya, fyodor, and sigma with a reader that wears like baggy clothing(kind of like skater style) but one day they’re at a special event and are dressed all elegantly😱

You should dress like that more often

Dazai, Chuuya, Fyodor, Sigma x GN Reader / Fluff / Headcanons

a/n : Thank you so much for your request !! I love the idea so let's goo, hope you like it. I kept the same "environment" but change the dialogues and interactions for them, I'm sorry if the beginning is the same, I didn't really know how to correctly do it.

Dazai :

The grand reception hall buzzed with an air of sophistication as the doors opened to welcome the distinguished guests. Dazai, draped in an all-black attire, strolled into the venue with an air of nonchalance. His sharp eyes quickly scanned the room, ever observant.

Amidst the sea of elegantly dressed peoples, Dazai's attention was captivated by a figure weaving through the crowd. You, typically adorned in loose-fitting clothing and a perpetually disgruntled expression, had undergone a remarkable transformation for the evening.

Dazai couldn't help but stop in his tracks, his eyes widening at the sight. The dark fabric accentuated your shoulders and narrow waist, revealing a side of you that had been carefully concealed beneath layers of baggy clothes.

He blinked, momentarily taken aback. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Dazai mused aloud, a mischievous smirk on his lips.

-"Don't act all surprised. Thought I'd try something different for the occasion."

Dazai's smirk widened. "Different is an understatement. I didn't know you had such a figure hiding under those oversized garments. Did you hire a personal stylist, or is this a secret talent of yours?"

You sighed, attempting to maintain composure. "I thought I'd make an effort, that's all. Is it really that surprising?"

Dazai chuckled, circling you as if inspecting the change. "Oh, it is surprising. I never thought I'd see the day when you embraced the concept of form-fitting clothing. It suits you, though."

A faint blush colored your cheeks, and Dazai couldn't help but enjoy the rare sight of you, his partner momentarily flustered. As you both continued into the reception, Dazai couldn't resist teasing you about this new fashion choice. Even if, secretly, he hopes that this won't be the last time you wear these clothes.

Chuuya :

The hall glittered with chandeliers as Chuuya made his entrance. His eyes scanned the room. Amidst the sea of formalwear, his attention was captivated by a figure he recognized immediately.

You, who typically favored loose, comfortable attire, had taken a bold step into the world of formal clothing for the evening. The midnight-blue fabric clung to your frame, accentuating curves and lines that were usually hidden beneath more relaxed clothing.

Chuuya raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement playing on his lips. "Well, who are you and what have you done to my partner ?" he remarked, his voice carrying a tone of mild surprise. "Didn't think I'd see you strutting around like a runway model tonight."

You were caught off guard by Chuuya's observation, you shot him a playful glare. "I can dress up when I want to. Not every day I get to attend such fancy events."

Chuuya chuckled, his smirk growing. "I never said you couldn't. Just didn't expect you to go from baggy to body-hugging in one night."

You shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "Thought I'd give the fashion police something to talk about. You know, keep them on their toes."

Chuuya laughed, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Well, you've certainly achieved that. I didn't know you had a hidden fashionista side. Maybe I've been underestimating you all this time."

You rolled yours eyes, but a smirk tugged at the corners of your lips. "Underestimating? Please, Chuuya, I can be full of surprises when I want to be."

"Clearly," Chuuya replied, still grinning. "You're stealing the spotlight tonight. Who knew you could turn heads ?"

The conversation continued at length but Chuuya had a hard time staying focused. One wonders why.

Fyodor :

The grand reception hall exuded an air of sophistication as Fyodor's gaze methodically surveyed the room, searching for you. Amidst the elegant crowd, his attention was drawn to a figure moving gracefully through the gathering.

You, typically draped in loose-fitting garments, had chosen to deviate from your usual style for the evening. The pretty clothes you wore accentuated your form in a way that intrigued Fyodor, in more way than one.

Fyodor maintained his composed demeanor as he went to talk to you, "A departure from the usual, I see. What inspired this sartorial change?"

You, meeting his gaze with a confident expression, replied, "Figured it was time for a subtle transformation. People tend to underestimate the power of appearances."

Fyodor nods, "A strategic choice, then. You understand the impact of perception."

You grinned, "Well, I thought I'd add a touch of intrigue to the evening. Keep things interesting."

Fyodor's lips curved into a faint smile. "An admirable goal. Complexity often begets fascination."

You laughed, “A little dance?” you said, holding out your hand. “I have a partner who will be jealous if they see me in such nice company.” Fyodor said, accepting your outstretched hand.

“You’re really stupid,” you replied, taking him further away, away from the people.

A fascinating evening, indeed.

Sigma :

Sigma in his dark attire entered the hall. Amidst the swirl of activity, his attention was drawn to somebody standing in one of the corner, alone.

You who usually favoring loose-fitting clothes, had opted for something different, very different.

Sigma approached with a genuine smile playing on his lips. "Someone's bringing a whole new vibe tonight. What's the story behind the stylish upgrade?"

You grinned, a spark of confidence in your eyes. "Just felt like trying something out of the ordinary. You know, adding a dash of flair to this boring and stupid party."

Sigma chuckled. "Flair, indeed. It suits you. And here I thought I was the only one allowed to make dramatic entrances."

You teased back, "Oh, there's room for more than one in the spotlight. Care to join me for a dance in the middle of it all?"

Sigma raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. "Well, I suppose I could be persuaded. Let's make tonight memorable, shall we?"

Sigma held out his hand, you took it. He lead you to the center of the room, ready to make this evening trully memorable.

Hey! I hope you liked it? I'm sorry for having kept a certain line for all the characters but I must admit that I lacked inspiration to bring about the different situations.

See you <3

[squad-724]

MAMMA MIA (but not exactly) STAR WARS PREQUELS

Brought to you by me, @viennainbloom @ofteasandherbs @arctech-fox and @stormyblue90

It all starts with Anakin’s second wedding

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Second wedding??

And you might think, Koshmareq you idiot, Anakin would never divorce or remarry after Padme. And you would be right. But it’s still wedding with Padme, just this time he’s having a party for his whole family, and they’re adding Rex to the relationship. Rexanidala if you will.

And here begins the issue; who is supposed to walk Anakin down the isle? The answers might be obvious, Obi-wan, but that’s where it starts getting complicated.

Because his boyfriend Alpha 17 says that Skywalker is his kid too. And Obi-wan said in the past that he sees Anakin more like a little brother. He put him in a headlock and sparred with him when the jedi’ika was frustrated; for clones it’s more than enough to earn the title of a buir.

At the time Anakin is unavailable to join the discussion, picking his own very pretty wedding dress with Ahsoka and Shmi (she’s alive and well thank you), so the male parental figures are discussing it between themselves.

And then Cliegg Lars comes back from a walk and says that in the eyes of law he is Anakin’s father by the fact that he married his mum.

Unfortunately only a few sentences in and a draw in arm wrestling later Qui Gon pops up from beyond the grave and argues that he was supposed to be Anakin’s master and he has the right to the title too in some capacity.

The Mamma Mia is not who’s the father, but who’s the most deserving the title of dad to walk Anakin down the isle.

Now this argument debate starts picking up everywhere, among the Jedi, clones, Skywalkers and anyone involved in this whole mess.

No one knows who suggest conga line, but everyone suspects Yoda.

A big thing turn happens when Alpha 17 drops the request; Rex asked him for the honor of being his father figure during the ceremony and the big bad Alpha did not cry, don’t listen to Fordo guys.

The only quick consensus was achieved when a letter addressed from Palpatine arrived from jail. He asked, as Anakin’s mentor for years, to be allowed to walk him down to the altar. The paper has been burned very quickly.

The grooms and bride are out picking their outfits (Cody agreed to help Rex get a beskar armor), while Padme is trying on the suit.

At some point someone suggests that the Force might want to „give away” their son, but every Jedi present gets a massive migraine that feels like motherly scolding and no one argues what the cosmic entity sees themselves as in Anakin’s life.

The day of the rexanidala wedding arrives and no one has decided on who walks Anakin down the aisle.

Tbh he doesn’t even know about that tradition and is planning to do it himself while Omega and Boba (flower girls) help him with his veil.

There is a fight about to break out, weapon or two raised, knives held and lightsabers clenched, before Shmi shuts everyone up and says she will do it. Absolutely no one argues further and all the other parental figures leave to sit and watch the wedding from them front seats.

The ceremony is about to start but the officiant is missing. Rex starts to panic a bit, and Obi-wan asks if anyone of the invited guests can officiate the ceremony.

A tall, white haired figure wearing expensive clothes stands up in one of the back rows. Count Dooku, allowed to leave his house arrest for his great grandpadawan’s wedding, as a leader of his planet has the power to do it.

Even with the GPS ankle monitor he looks distinguished while he perfectly recites the words of the ceremony, even his cold eyes warming up a little as he watches Anakin join his partners at the altar.

Padme has Sabé, Riyo and Mon as her bridesmaids, Anakin picked Kitster, Owen and Ahsoka (he beat Rex in rock paper scissors for her) and Rex got Cody and Domino Twins (Fives is unhappy he didn’t get to be the flower girl).

Many tears are shed, and laughs given as the three of them tie their souls forever.

Of course R2 is the ring bearer, rolling up to the altar, taser ready when the words ”speak now or forever hold your peace” are said. Rush Clovis has been stunned hours before the wedding.

The party goes without bigger problems if you don’t count the one assassin.

He’s quickly dealt with as Anakin chases him with lit on lightsaber screaming bloody murder for daring to mess up his special day. Ahsoka enthusiastically joins, happy that she has an excuse to ”loose” her shoes.

Jango is there too, his Saturdays scheduled for the next 10-15 years because of his fucking kids clones. But he still has holopicks of Boba as the flowergirl saved. His ankle monitor looks much less distinguished than Dooku’s.

Flower bouquet toss is done, and Fox catches it with his face. Every time he demands a retoss, but after fourth time he has to finally accept it.

No one knows how Ventress got invited (Ahsoka is the biggest suspects) but she only has a few drinks, fistfights Wolfee and in the end reconciles with him and apologizes for the eye.

”Mr Skywalker why are there multiple war criminals at your wedding” ’’Mind your business”

Just as the wedding is about to end, everyone exhausted, a little drunk and ready to give the last toast to the thruple, they have the last announcement to make

Padme is pregnant with twins

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Thank you all very much for reading this crazy thing we came up with on the @astral-veil ’s discord server, feel welcome to add your thought and ideas to this insanity

[rwrbsource]

@matthewmichaellopez: July 19, 2022. Day 23 of Production. My parents flew over to appear in the White House party scene as party guests. They’re credited as “Older Couple at White House Party.” While happy with their performances, my father later told me they should have been credited as “Distinguished Couple at White House Party.”

[drarry-reccage]

Notes on a resurrection by newleaves (126k, M)

Tags: Unspeakable Draco Malfoy, Professor Harry Potter, Bring back Black, Secret Relationships

The Potters stop arguing, for the moment. They look over, their expressions matched in steely irritation. Thankfully, for Draco’s nerves, they’re easy to distinguish besides this. Harry is full of storms, as usual, on his feet as he paces the rug not far from the door, shoulders up around his ears. His father is leaning artfully against the honey-brown Chesterfield sofa, one foot crossed over the other and hands in his pockets, all clean lines and angles. It’s not clear why they’ve been keeping each other company, but Draco supposes that Harry at least can’t resist throwing himself at a problem until it’s either solved or successfully killed him. “Masters and Mistress,” drawls Kreacher, living for this moment. Draco’s often thought that it’s a cruelty, the way that Harry and the others so frequently refuse to let Kreacher express himself. “Mr Potter. May Kreacher present Mr Malfoy…” The pause is exquisite. “And his guest.” This is Lupin’s cue to come out from behind the doorframe, and Draco gets the impression that he’s very nearly run off again. “Just me, I’m afraid,” he says with half a wave. There is the requisite pause as the room takes him in, but then it’s James Potter who reacts – or, more accurately, erupts. Collapsing away from the sofa, he lights up like nothing that Draco has ever seen, breaking into an ebullient laugh, storming movement and a bellow. “You fuzzy cunt, Moony – what?!”

My notes are under cut, containing what could be considered spoilers (though the big plot points I mention didn't come as a surprise to me while reading).

(rec by @dontthrowsticksatme)

I LOVE the characterisations in this fic. The way the marauders are portrayed are *chef's kiss*.

I especially love how Harry is juxtaposed with his posh, happy-go-lucky dad. Who, after finding out their old friends Frank and Alice Longbottom have been in St Mungo's all this time, suggests they should have a barbecue. For Neville. If the weather's nice.

Or with cute Lily and her thick accent, and the way her love for Harry sparkles off the screen immediately and in every way. Or little shit Teddy meeting his dad, and the way Draco only encourages him by setting up a prank the day the two meet.

Drarry is almost - but not entirely - secondary to all these family relationships, but their love is a very sweet one, sketched in moments woven throughout the story.

Draco's character comes through in subtle ways, throwaway lines, funny actions and mostly the way the other characters look at him, interact with him. He has the worst blind spots for how much people like him.

And you cannot help but love Harry through Draco's softly adoring eyes. I want to wrap him in my arms and hug tight. Actually, I want to wrap all of them in my arms and hug tight.

[caramel-flan]

🏮 3.4 LANTERN RITE EPILOGUE 

// SPOILERS AHEAD

There’s so much to unpack here regarding Venti and Zhongli but can we talk about this exchange at the end:

Going insane because the way the scene is framed and how the conversation pans between the two of them... it seems like Venti is speaking indirectly about himself and Zhongli.

If we take a look at some of the previous scenes:

What’s interesting are the moments after the dinner, when Hu Tao and co. are gathered to re-light the incense.

While Hu Tao makes her speech we see Venti looking contemplatively at Zhongli while everyone else is looking at the incense.

He applauds Hu Tao for her idea before nominating Zhongli as the most distinguished guest

This part is hilarious, to the humans present it sure is strange that Venti would immediately nominate this person he’s just met and chatted with briefly as opposed to one of his equally accomplished “old friends”?

But Venti gives his reasoning and finally this leads to another scene we aren’t talking about enough:

For the majority of the night Venti and Zhongli have been so un-serious with each other. At the dinner table they’re having fun with their ridiculous 4d compliments battle slash game of ‘Hey stranger’.

And it’s understandable that the masks are up tonight, the two of them can’t speak openly about earth-shattering plot-moving topics without giving away their identities after all.

But it’s here that we the audience get a glimpse of Venti and Zhongli at their most plain and honest about each other:

“If knowledge were a form of power, one could even say that you’re a wielder of unlimited strength.”

“But when it comes to having a way with words, the notable bard is certainly one cut above the rest.”

 Zhongli is genuinely impressed that his ‘new friend’ can spin such an ‘unexceptional skill’ into an ‘unparalleled talent’ and he humbly downplays the claim. 

But Venti is absolutely correct. Having a photographic memory is an extremely powerful and valuable skill to have in the world of Teyvat if we recall the events of Sumeru, and the purging of knowledge from Irminsul. 

Zhongli likewise acknowledges Venti’s exceptional literary skills as a bard. We know now that fiction can be used to depict knowledge that has been erased from Irminsul, anything that can be recorded into song or ballad is ‘safe’ and therefore can be retrieved later.

For all their bickering, Venti and Zhongli recognize each other’s strengths in the effort to record Teyvat’s history, and preserve the ‘truths’ of the world.

It’s easy to see then why both of them would be so important and invaluable to each other as friends, and why they’ve stuck together for so long.

- 🏮 -

At the beginning of Lantern Rite Zhongli tells Traveler: “Setbacks are inevitable over the course of a long journey. If you wish to share what's troubling you, allow me to lend my ear. There is no need to shoulder all burdens by yourself.”

Through lore and gameplay we know that Zhongli and Venti are the last surviving members of the first iteration of the Seven.

Both have yet to personally reveal anything about their origins before the Archon War, only scattered hints that implicate Venti having strong connections to the God of Time Istaroth, and that Zhongli may not originally be from Teyvat.

But regardless of which theory you subscribe you, it’s clear both of them understand all too well the hardships of being on a long journey, and the importance of having someone there by your side to help shoulder those burdens.

[harlowtales]

Big fight between Reader x Jack on his birthday releases tension in their relationship.

⚠️ toxic dynamics 18+ only ‼️

Jack and Urban blew out the candles together on their Pokemon cake. As the candles fizzled out and left trails of smoke Jack realized you were gone. “Where is she?” He wondered concerned “Babe?” Jack called out in the hallway of the bar where the women’s washroom was trying to find you. Rumbling beats filled the dark hallway. He didn’t hear you crying until he got closer.

He knocked and pounded “Baby? You ok?” He said not 100% sure it was you in there sobbing or some other drunk girl. He pressed a diamond studded ear to the door that was reverberating from all the bass to distinguish your voice and confirm it was you. Unfortunately he was familiar with that cry.

“Y…yeah???” You said shakily through your tears

“Baby what’s wrong. You disappeared. We sang happy birthday. Urb’s worried too.” Jack said through the door

You didn’t answer. You just couldn’t deal with it anymore. With HER….with THEM. Why did they always have to be at everything Jack did. Not one time could he just not invite his exes. Always shaking their asses right in front of him. It was too much. They knew it bothered you and Jack never said anything. Just said his “friends” were playing around.

“Jack go away.” You said finally and seething with anger. “Just… leave me alone, that’s all I want now.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Jack said banging on the door. “Is it the girls?”

“Gee how did you guess?” You said sarcastically

Jack sank down to the floor in front of the door. You were right and he knew it. He was torn between old friends and you knowing he had been with them in the past. He regretted telling you, but this was one thing he didn’t want to mess up. No lies, just straight up honesty. He knew you were the one. That being said if it was him in your shoes around guys you had been with that you kept inviting to everything, he’d lose it. “Babe I’ve told you they’re just like that.” He reasoned. He didn’t think he had to explain much as he showed you every day how he felt with hours on the phone when he didn’t really have time, gifts showing up at your door when he was gone, FaceTime no matter what time zone he was in, the wining and dining, making you the face of Phocus to bring you into the business, and not exactly hiding you when he posted on IG lately. He told you he was almost ready to go public. You didn’t know but there was an engagement ask in the works. His team was busy planning the whole thing behind the scenes. But right now tequila had kicked in and you were in no mood.

“They’re just like that?” You said angrily ���Some of them have an Only Fans for fuck sakes Jack!”

“Ok but am I on it? Babe please. I don’t want to spend my birthday on the floor in front of this door. Open the door….PLEASE” he begged

“You’re on the floor?” You asked through your tears

“Yeah. You think I’m moving from here as long as you’re in there crying?” You heard him say faintly, muffled by the door and thumping beats.

You blew your nose, wiped your tears and after a few minutes you slowly opened the door. Jack stood up and hugged you tightly. “Oh my baby girl” he said holding you close and kissing the top of your head. “Don’t fucking worry about them.”

“REALLY JACKMAN? Are you seriously looking me in my eyes and saying that?” You were a mess now. Your hair was dishevelled and your mascara was smeared. You pushed him away.

“Who am I fucking with?” He said irritated and raising his voice “Why we gotta do this every time?”

“Because your guest list needs to fucking change up that’s why, cuz you fucking playing around on me I just know it, them bitches is too bold with they booty all up in your face and what the fuck do you do? Laugh. You laugh and y’all have a great time and I see they stupid asses every fucking where, like what are you thinking? You know what? Fuck this shit I’m out. For good. You know how many guys I ignore? Nice guys too. Naw this is some bullshit Jack. I’m going to get some other business because your a fucking liar!” You pounded his chest and headed for the door but he easily blocked you and locked it. You furiously tried to get out.

“Are you done because I have something to say too.” He waited for you to finish going off but you weren’t going anywhere drunk and angry on his watch. He loved you even after all the things you just said and all that he knew he was doing to show you what his intentions were. Now in this moment he was hurt and mad. “We need to talk.” He motioned to a stall.

“Oh ok you want more smoke huh?” You challenged in full gangster mode.

He locked the stall door “Turn around” He ordered.

“Fuck you.” You shot back

“Turn.” He repeated

“I said…fuck y……” Jack put his hand over your mouth and his other hand found its way up your dress and yanked down your underwear. His eyes a wild brilliant blue piercing into yours.

“Jack!” You exclaimed breathlessly as you felt his fingers abruptly enter you.

“I’m too soft all the time so you think you can disrespect me but I am not playing. Do you understand?” He breathed heavily into your ear

“Yes. I do. I swear I do Jac…..Ugghhh” You said in delicious agony. He turned you around. His entry into you was slow and not graceful. Jack was gifted and as he opened you up your legs had to adjust and do extra duty to hold you steady. He picked up speed immediately and had you in a headlock as he proceeded to pound you so hard the whole stall was shaking and creaking. Jack was never this aggressive and you were trying to make sense of what was happening.

The sounds of loud tortured moaning and rapid slapping of your flesh collided in painful pleasure echoing throughout the bathroom. You were going to cum already. The tension mounting in your core with each thrust was like how the tension between the two of you had been building for months. He felt how wet you were getting and the tightening of your grip around him. It felt so good tears welled up in your eyes out of confusing ecstasy. “Jack…Jack please!” You pleaded hanging on to the stall door. You were pinned up against him in the tiny space as he relentlessly drove straight up into you in a rhythm that communicated how dedicated he was to his pain in this moment. Every vein was tensed. He was rock hard and void of sympathy for your screams.

He had never seen you lash out like this. You complained but never had this kind of an outburst. Sometimes he wondered if you cared as much as him but there was no doubt now. He was upset you thought all those things but was highly turned on by your display of raw emotion he had been craving at the same time. You felt his beard digging into your shoulder while he concentrated on making you feel every inch of him. Everything came rushing to the surface like all of your feelings.

He loudly called out your name “Y/N!” and shot a stream of desire into the furthest part of you. He stayed in you for a bit and held onto your ass trying to steady himself in exhausted frustration and satisfaction. He was drained. He wanted to send you a strong message that every ounce of passion he possessed was for you. He was mad at himself for making you question how much you meant to him. Knocking and pounding on the bathroom door jolted both of you out of the alternate universe you had been in for all of under 10mins.

“Hello! I need to fucking pee!” The voice said faintly through the throbbing bass in the club.

Jack pulled out gasping and you pulled up your underwear. “Babe” he said heaving “Let’s not do this ok?” You nodded trying to catch your breath not able to speak. You both walked out of the bathroom fixing your clothes and you gave the girl waiting to get in a smug smirk as you walked by. “Ooops! Sorry” you said in fake sweetness “Didn’t mean to hog the bathroom.” She glared back at you and Jack who flashed her a dimpled grin and flipped her off.

It was quite obvious what you had been up to. Your hair was still a bit of a mess and Jack was tucking his shirt back into his pants and readjusting his glasses. All the girls were looking you up and down in disgust as the girl fired off a text to them about what she had just seen. “Bruh” Urban said to Jack taking him aside “She was pissed huh?”

“Not anymore” Jack said “I let her know she’s the boss of these bitches.” He said tilting his head back and taking a long sip of well deserved water. “And I’m going to be changing up the usual VIP guest list.” He said looking around him making a mental note of who was on the chopping block. He shot you a look across the bar as you bit your lip and shot him a look back. You mingled and chatted happily with his friends and family in a totally different mood. “Happy Birthday to me.” He said to himself smiling.

***Had this sitting around since his birthday not knowing what to do with it***😈💋

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[blackhairedjjun]

flowers of every color | 8. sweet peas

overall summary: when your father is assigned as the new head gardener to the royal family, you are also tasked with helping him maintain the castle's many gardens and extensive floral arrangements. by chance you find yourself crossing paths with the "ice-cold" crown prince, choi yeonjun... who turns out to be not as ice-cold as everyone says he is.

chapter summary: yeonjun's engagement starts to speed up. despite the end of your friendship with him, you somehow make amends with the other two princes.

word count: 2.1k

warnings: none? less angst than the previous 2 chapters but still some of it

author's notes included at the end!

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yeonjun hates how easy it is for him to act indifferent these days.

his tea has gone cold and queen hwayoung is blabbering away about some recent economic development in her kingdom, yet her words simply go in one ear and come out the other. her daughter, princess ajin, sits stiffly across him, the lemon tart on her plate barely touched. she’s hardly said a word all afternoon, offering only a few polite words when spoken to, and when she looks at yeonjun her face is a mask. these teatime sessions are supposed to be a way for him to get to know her, yet she remains as impenetrable as ever.

in response he offers little more than standard courtesy. if the princess is only interested in him as a political tool, then why even bother to open himself up to her?

“what do you think of the tarts, your majesty?” he says. “our kitchen makes fine pastries.”

“they’re delicious.” princess ajin’s voice doesn’t even change in tone.

queen hwayoung nods. “and what say you on the tea we brought? our farmers grow the finest tea leaves served in royal courts and noble houses all over. i like to think that whenever we serve our tea to distinguished guests such as yourself, you share in the privilege of being part of our heritage.”

“that’s... a lot of meaning to place on tea.”

the queen frowns. “it’s a meaning that brings us might. besides, it’s not any different from placing silly meanings in, say, flowers.”

yeonjun presses his lips together. he would argue that it isn’t silly, and in fact the meanings that placed on flowers have brought people together 一 he would know firsthand. but he thinks of you, of the vase sitting empty in his room for weeks, and of the striped carnations you ultimately filled it with as a final message, and he realizes that flowers are just as capable of separating people as they are of binding them.

“i guess you’re right, your majesty. and the tea is delicious.”

“and this was a good tea break,” princess ajin adds, as if reading from an invisible cue.

yeonjun nods. he glances at the half-eaten tart on his own plate and remembers the key lime pie he asked beomgyu to deliver to you. he realizes that he never found out if you liked it, or if it even reached you in the first place. tea with you was always more lively, even if you did nothing more than sit next to him, your side nestled against his, as you listen to him chatter about his day. an ache tugs at his heart at the memory.

perhaps those days with you were always meant to come to an end. they certainly would if he marries princess ajin, and they would too if he were married off to any other royal or aristocratic figure. perhaps you did him a small mercy by ending things quickly on your terms to save him from the heartache of being forced apart.

but even if it were a mercy, it certainly doesn’t feel like one.

queen hwayoung clears her throat and yeonjun is shaken out of his thoughts. “things are going smoothly, aren’t they? i haven’t heard any objections from you or my daughter, after all.” she is smiling but her eyes are narrowed. “i take this as a positive development. perhaps it is time to hasten preparations for a wedding?”

yeonjun’s eyes widen. he glances at princess ajin and her expression remains exactly the same.

“i don’t think being hasty is such a good idea, your majesty一”

the queen sighs. “i am not being too hasty, i believe. i am simply reading the signs of an advantageous marriage.” she glances down at her daughter. “don’t you think so, my dear?”

the princess nods and smiles. yeonjun can’t tell if it’s genuine or not.

“and your majesty, do remind me to place the rest of the house of choi on the guest list, yes? i hear that their delegates are leaving soon. i do not want them to miss out on a momentous occasion.”

一

while tending to the marigolds at the front entrance one day, you notice two carts parked to the side partially filled with suitcases. at first you don’t think much of it 一 guests come and go to the castle all the time 一 but when you pass them by on your way to the greenhouse, you notice that some of the suitcases in both carts are embossed with the house of choi insignia. your interest is piqued. when you walk up to the suitcases for a closer look, you see that the crests are not identical to the ones found around the castle; rather, they look like the alternate versions that soobin and beomgyu have on their coats.

ah, you realize. the members of the other branches are heading back home soon.

for the past few days you’ve felt numb, keeping to yourself and sticking to your daily tasks, but the sight of the crests causes a bit of sadness to hang over you. for the first time in weeks you think back on your time with the three princes. in your mind you still hear beomgyu’s raucuous laughter after scoring a point against soobin at football, or the light in soobin’s eyes as he rambles about his favorite adventure novels. you remember how kindly they treated you and how readily they welcomed you as one of their own friends.

you didn’t mean to push them away, but since they were always around yeonjun, the end of your friendship with him inadvertently meant the end of your friendship with them too. the guilt creeps at you as you head back to the greenhouse, your heart now heavy.

as the days pass, you see more and more signs of the other branches’ impending departure. you deliver some more herbs to the kitchen and spot the menu taped to one of the walls, recognizing some of the dishes as specialties from the central and eastern regions. you see more and more of the branches’ guest advisors roaming the hallways, idly chatting and laughing with court officials, catching up with old friends one last time. when you pass by the carriages again, you see even more luggage piled up.

you consider saying hello to soobin and beomgyu one last time and apologizing them for getting them into the mess that you made. you don’t want their last memories of you to be bittersweet, after all. yet when you imagine what the encounter might be like, you freeze; you don’t know if they will forgive you or accept your farewell. in the greenhouse you contemplate preparing two pots of sweet peas for them, flowers of goodbye to send them off and wish them well, and you get as far as setting aside two earthen pots and filling them with soil. but when the time comes to actually fill them with blooms, you hesitate.

despite your hesitation, you run into them anyway.

one afternoon, as you head back to the greenhouse, you pass by the open meadows and hear the familiar shouts of a badminton game in progress. you stop in your tracks to watch beomgyu pick up the shuttlecock and lob it at soobin, and for a while you smile to yourself as they hit it back and forth, back and forth, running and teasing each other the whole time. beomgyu tries his best to distract or startle soobin by making loud noises whenever the shuttlecock flies his way, yet soobin manages to keep his focus... until he misjudges his swing and the shuttlecock ends up bouncing off his nose.

you laugh at the sight and the game comes to a halt.

the shuttlecock is forgotten on the grass as both boys turn to you. soobin looks at you with narrowed eyes, as if watching a suspicious stranger instead of an old friend, and you want to crumple into yourself at his gaze. you remember the conversation you had with him: it’s been a really long time since yeonjun opened himself up to someone and it’s doing him good, so thanks for being there for him. 

you turn instead to beomgyu, whose gaze is more neutral but tinged with hesitation. still, the younger choi trudges through the meadow towards you, ignoring soobin’s look of scrutiny. he wrings his hands for a bit while saying nothing, but manages to pull himself together and look you in the eye.

“so, uh... we haven’t heard from you in a while,” he says.

again you feel like crumpling into yourself.

“yeah... i know.” you shift your weight from one foot to the other. “i’m really sor一”

“do you want to play with us?”

you blink. the last thing you expected was an invitation to join them, not after avoiding them and especially not after what you did to yeonjun. soobin seems to share your sentiment, his mouth agape as he shoots beomgyu a confused stare. but beomgyu glances back at him and nods, instantly communicating something; when soobin turns back to you, he looks a little less suspicious and gives you a nod too.

beomgyu turns to you again with a polite smile. “so, how about it?”

then it clicks in your head: this is a tentative truce. they want to test the waters with you, see if you can be trusted again, but first beomgyu needs everyone to calm down and put down their walls. when you realize this you stop shifting your weight as the energy in you changes. you’re being given a second chance, and you need to seize it.

“sure, i’ll join you,” you say.

you jog over to them and beomgyu hands you a spare racquet. soobin sits the game out 一 you can tell that he still feels uneasy about you, and you don’t blame him. you take your position as beomgyu picks up the shuttlecock and prepares to serve.

the game begins.

the first few points are short and uneventful, going back and forth between you and beomgyu without flair. but at 3-3, you somehow end up in a long rally — you try to smash, he nearly dives to send it back, you scramble to hit, he screams as he miraculously picks it up, you try to smash again, he screams even louder and lobs the shot, you send it back just in time, but it’s too high and he smashes it down on your side with an almighty yell.

“HAH! I’M WINNING!” he shouts as he waves his racquet above his head like a flag. you’re out of breath from the rally but you still find it in you to cheer.

even soobin is laughing and clapping. “you finally have a worthy opponent.”

“yeah! i never have long rallies with you, hyung!”

the rest of the game is just as exciting. you and beomgyu struggle for each point, chasing after the shuttlecock and screaming with each hit, and soobin gets on his feet to serve as referee. that turns out to be a good thing, because beomgyu starts to challenge all of your clean smashes as out of bounds just to mess with your head. but you don’t mind either way; you’re breathless and smiling and truly happy and it feels like old times all over again.

the two of you are in the middle of another long rally before beomgyu interrupts the point. “hyung! do you want to join us? yeonjun hyung!”

you turn around and see yeonjun for the first time since your argument. you’re far enough from him that you can see his whole posture and the way his shoulders are noticeably slumped. whatever lightness you felt starts to disappear as your chest tightens and the guilt floods back in.

but oh, something good still blooms in you at the sight of him.

he turns in your direction with an empty stare. “i can’t. i’m busy.”

with that, he marches off.

you open your mouth to call for him but all you do is choke back a sob. your racquet falls from your hand and, in a daze, you stare at the spot where yeonjun stood. you barely register beomgyu jogging over to you and talking.

“let’s stop the game for now, okay?”

you nod, not even moving to face him.

“i’ll go after hyung,” you hear soobin say as he starts to walk out of the meadow. he glances at beomgyu, then at you: “you really need to work things out.”

notes:

this chapter is a bit shorter than the previous ones, and actually this + chapter 9 were originally supposed to be one chapter. but since the second half was getting long i decided to make it into its own chapter instead.

at this point i've pretty much drafted the rest of the story, so the plan for the rest of the fic is this: there will be two more regular chapters, followed by the two alternate endings. since the story is ending soon i'm closing the taglist on wednesday, may 31, 12am utc+8. if you want to be added please send me an ask before then!

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[rwrbmovie]

matthewmichaellopez July 19, 2022. Day 23 of Production. My parents flew over to appear in the White House party scene as party guests. They’re credited as “Older Couple at White House Party.” While happy with their performances, my father later told me they should have been credited as “Distinguished Couple at White House Party.”

[daphnefisherofficial]

bugna: TAKIPSILIM | destiny's twilight

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Pairing: MCU Moon Knight System (Marc/Steven/Jake) x Avatar Fem!Reader

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CHAPTER NINETEEN - CHOICES AND COMMITMENTS.

As you and Marc Spector both stepped through the shimmering gateway, the London streets and the cacophony of the city faded into a distant memory. The swirling vortex of energy enveloped you both, rendering you weightless for a brief moment as the portal carried you back to your home.

The splendor of your chateau residence in the outskirts of Surrey immediately greeted your vision. The pair of you stood by its threshold as the warm embrace of history and enchantment it possesses unfolded before your very eyes. The ancient stone structure exuded an aura of timeless elegance, and its turrets reached for the sky as if trying to touch the stars. The grand edifice, cloaked in ivy and memories, had seen generations of your late husband’s predecessors, and it was an honor for you to call it home.

Marc, Steven, and Jake collectively marveled in awe at the beauty of your abode, its grandeur never failing to take their collective breaths away. 

“Wow, this is mental”, Steven, with his keen sense of appreciation for history and aesthetics, spoke first in their shared headspace. "This place is huge, just like stepping into Shakespeare."

“Why am I not surprised that she’s filthy rich?” Jake chimed in, his tone deeply impressed which prompted a small chuckle from Marc.

“I’m assuming Steven and Jake are having a party in your head right now, yeah?” you laughed softly, your hands reaching into Marc’s left arm for you to hold on to as he inclined his head towards you with a knowing smile.

“They’re just amazed at seeing where you live for the first time”, Marc spoke, an unspoken question lingering in his mind. “Can you still hear the two of them like I do?”

“Nope, I’m just guessing it must be something they said from the way you laughed earlier”, you shook your head at his line of thought. “Although I have the means, I will not read your mind nor hear your thoughts unless I have your consent”

Marc nodded gratefully at your words, his trust and confidence magnified by the fact that you chose to respect his privacy and his desire to reveal parts of himself to you at the timeline of his choosing.

The morning sun bathed the landscape in a golden hue, making the lush outdoor garden appear even more enchanting and vibrant with the colors of a thousand blossoms as the sound of birds and the delicate rustle of leaves fill the air. The greenery was being meticulously tended to by your dedicated household staff, dressed in elegant uniforms reflective of your social stature. As you strolled towards the main entrance, they acknowledged your presence with respectful nods and polite curtsies.

At the threshold of your magnificent home, you were immediately greeted by your butler, Bill, who had been anxiously awaiting your return. He was a tall, distinguished man, his silver hair impeccably groomed and his demeanor exuding authority and a deep sense of loyalty. The deep lines etched into his face gave him an air of wisdom and elegance, and spoke of the years he had dedicated to serving you and your late husband’s predecessors.

"Welcome back, Lady Carter," Bill extended a respectful bow with a warm smile, his voice tinged with genuine worry as he looked between you and your familiar companion. “Mr. Spector”

“Good morning, Bill”, you greeted, while Marc Spector merely nodded to acknowledge your butler’s presence. “Apologies for the late notice, but as you see, I have a guest with me”

“It’s alright, Milady”, Bill responded, his voice warm and familiar as his eyes, sharp as ever, meet yours with concern. “But I must say, I was quite worried when you didn't return home last night. Is everything alright?"

“I’m unharmed, Bill, do not worry”, you nodded, offering him a reassuring smile. "I should have sent word, but I did have a rather eventful night."

“Eventful night, you say, Miss?” Bill raised an eyebrow, his concern deepening. 

“It’s a long story and I’m afraid I do not have the luxury of time to tell you right now”, you sighed, realizing that a simple explanation wouldn't suffice as Bill deserved to know the truth. "But suffice it to say that there has been an attempt on my life."

“An attempt on your life?” Bill's expression darkened with worry. "Whoever attacked you knew you well, doing it during the new moon. Should I start looking into it, Miss?"

“Don’t bother for now”, you placed a hand on his arm, offering him a reassuring squeeze. "But I need you to do something else. Give Aleah a call and tell her that I need her here in the next few hours. We have much to discuss"

“Of course, Lady Carter”, Bill nodded, his concern for your well-being taking precedence. "I will do so and make the arrangements right away"

Turning your attention to Marc Spector, who stood beside you, you said, "Let’s go. My sanctum is up on the third floor."

Marc nodded, his expression a mix of curiosity and determination. "Lead the way, Mira."

You led Marc up the grand staircase that wound its way to the upper floors. As you ascended gracefully to the third floor, the air grew heavy with the weight of history and mystique. Steven and Jake marveled from Marc’s headspace at the array of oil paintings adorning the walls. Each piece seemed to hold a story evoked by masterful strokes of paint color.

“Bloody hell, there’s a lot of amazing paintings in here”, Steven sighed in amazement within Marc’s mind. “Monet, Van Gogh…”

“Yeah, imagine how much we could sell these–”

“Seriously, Jake?” Marc muttered as he followed after your climbing footsteps. “Why am I not surprised you’re thinking again of filling your pockets?”

“I mean, he’s right”, you chimed in, hearing Marc’s whispered words. “People would actually kill to buy the real Monet, there’s a huge demand just in the black markets of Madripoor alone. Also, we’re here”

You led Marc inside your personal sanctum, which was a solitary attic room occupying the entirety of the third floor. You noticed the way his eyes roved, taking in the opulence and rich history as you housed a massive collection of artifacts and relics, a living culmination of your long life as a priestess. The room itself seemed to expand in every direction, with shelves of scrolls, tablets, and magical tomes lining the walls. Talismans, amulets, and a vast collection of weapons, both ancient and otherworldly, adorned the nearby wooden table together with herbs, roots, crystals, and other magical ingredients.

You could only imagine Steven and Jake’s reactions at seeing the countless memorabilia, and the potential untold stories of the treasure trove before them from various points of your history. The trio exchanged another glance from the nearby reflective surface of a large ornate mirror, all of them struck by the gravity of the place.

“Oh my days, this room is a living history book”, Steven's voice resonated within their shared headspace, his words tinged with awe. "I wanna pinch myself, this doesn’t feel real."

“This is certainly not what I pictured in my head for a sanctum, hermano”, Jake remarked, his arms folded as he watched you move gracefully around the room.

“What exactly did you picture, Jake?” Steven’s eyebrows raised, looking inquisitively at Jake.

“Skulls, brooms, pentagrams…”

Marc slowly shook his head at Jake’s words, his eyes focused on watching you as your clothing changed before his very eyes, the familiar threads of your ancient ceremonial robes as a babaylan (priestess) enveloping your body. It only added to your ethereal presence as you moved with an air of confidence and purpose. 

Your long, highlighted hair of ebony black and white cascaded down your back, as you walked towards the intricately carved stone pedestal at the very center of the room. Resting upon it is an ancient grimoire bound in leather, its pages filled with your meticulous notes and incantations. 

You knew that this book held the answers you sought as you slowly approached, your fingers lightly brushing the pages. You started searching for a spell in particular, one that is powerful enough that could counter and lift your patron goddess’s mintala (ancient curse) and restore your lost memories.

“Bloody hell”, you heard Steven’s voice at your side, mildly surprised that he fronted as you noticed the deep fascination in his eyes. “I never thought I’d see an actual, real grimoire. This is amazing, Mira”

“I’ll take it as a compliment”, you smiled serenely at Steven’s commentary. “I see you’re taking the reins this time, Steven”

“Sorry for the sudden shift”, Steven muttered sheepishly, his eyes apologetic as you saw him looking at the large ornate mirror situated behind you. “Sorry, mate, it’s not everyday I get to see this– oh bollocks! Something just moved past my foot!”

You immediately turned to Steven’s direction, looking beneath at an instant to see what was going on. Your mild alarm immediately turned into pure relief as you saw a familiar creature crawling in the vicinity of your wooden floor. You knelt on the floor, your hand outstretched and your palm open as a silver and gold scaled serpent slowly slithered towards your waiting arm. 

“I believe that’s Marikit wanting to say hi”, you said softly as introductions are in order despite Steven’s obvious apprehension. He hesitantly met the small, black eyes of your kambal-ahas (snake twin), seemingly scrutinizing his presence with its gaze. “Nais mo ba siyang makilala, Marikit?”

Would you like me to introduce him, Marikit?

“Isa siyang pambihirang nilalang, aking umbo”, the snake twin’s feminine voice echoed in Steven’s mind, also clearly heard by his headmates, Marc and Jake. “Tatlong katauhan ang nananahan sa kanyang katawang lupa”

He’s a very unique individual, my sister. Three different people are living inside his body.

“What did she say, Mira?” Steven’s eyes widened from hearing another unfamiliar feminine voice inside his head.

“Marikit just found out about your unique circumstance with Marc and Jake”, you responded, placing your hand on the stone pedestal as your snake twin started slithering away to her original resting place.

“Ikinagagalak kong makilala kayo, Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley”, Marikit greeted politely in their shared headspace. “Ako si Marikit, ang kambal-ahas ng aking umbong si Mira”

I am very pleased to meet you, Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley. I’m Marikit, the snake twin of my older sister, Mira.

“Nice to meet you too, I guess, Marikit?” Steven wondered aloud, prompting an excited gleam to dance in your eyes. His mental brothers, on the other hand, silently acknowledged your unique twin with identical nods.

As you continued flipping through the pages of your grimoire, Marc and Jake’s eyes were fixed on you from the mirror reflection. You could feel their gaze on you, a mixture of curiosity and concern. 

“Steven, can you ask Marc and Jake if they wish to talk to me?” you spoke aloud. “I can enchant that mirror behind me so that they can speak freely to me without fronting”

After a brief look Steven threw at the said mirror, he turned to you again with a small smile and nodded in agreement with your suggestion. You simply waved your hand at the ornate mirror behind you, your magical enchantment now working as Marc and Jake’s respective reflections materialized together.

“Anything we can do to help you, muñeca?” Jake asked, his voice uncharacteristically soft as he watched you resuming your earlier magical activities.

“Your presence, along with Marc’s and Steven’s, are more than enough for me”, you replied, your facade painted with an expression of pure gratitude. “I cannot even begin to thank you all for what you did.”

“You don’t need to thank us, Mira”, Marc reassured. “We’re all here to protect you the best way we knew how”

“I just wish it had been under better circumstances”, you took a deep breath, arriving at a special page of your grimoire where you found the intricate spells you needed. “Are you really sure about becoming Khonshu’s avatars again? I can just wait until the next full moon–”

“Look at me, love”, it was Steven who spoke this time, stepping closer towards you as he held your face reassuringly against his palm, his gaze filled with a sense of unwavering commitment. “If presented with the same choice, I’ll gladly do it all over again, as I’m sure Marc and Jake would.”

“But, Steven…”

“But nothing, love”, Steven didn’t give you a chance to protest as he pressed his lips against your forehead, his soft kiss calming your chaotic mind and heart. “We’re all here for you, no matter what happens. Whatever you discover about your past, the four of us - Marc, Jake and I, we’ll face it together.

You nodded slowly as his forehead connected with your own, allowing you to reminisce the day it first happened with incandescent happiness. After taking a deep, collective breath, you broke apart as your resolve was renewed, thanks to their encouragement.

“Shall we begin, then?” you whispered softly, taking Steven’s hands into your own as you prepared to rediscover your shared past with him, Marc and Jake.

“We shall”

END OF CHAPTER NINETEEN.

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Rio Ortiz and Silvio Ricci - He is Me and I am Him?! - Event Summary

If anyone gets the idea that I know what I’m doing, then we have both made a giant mistake. I do not guarantee anything, much less accuracy in this summary.

This was a pretty fun event, you should definitely support Cybird when it comes out in English and buy/read it.

Warning: Mid-route spoilers for Rio and Silvio's routes.

Please note: This is set before Emma has romanced either Rio or Silvio.

One morning Emma wakes up to the sun shining in a clear blue sky, birds chirping happily at the morning, and no Rio around. She waits a while, but Rio, who if anything else, has always been punctual with her, never shows up. Emma grows concerned, has something happened to him?

Upon exiting her room, she overhears Rio and Silvio talking loudly nearby. As always, the atmosphere between them is anything but peaceful. Emma realizes that they’re arguing, and she rushes to put a stop to their fight, hoping that she can prevent herself from landing in turbulent waters.

She quickly steps between the two men, and politely greets Silvio, interrupting him. She has no idea what they’re fighting about now, but if she can hold off Silvio for a few minutes, she might be able to calm Rio down.

Silvio is happy to see her. Really, really happy to see her. He enthusiastically greets her, and pronounces how lovely it is to see her.

(Blushy Silvio)

There is a long pause as Emma digests these words.

Silvio suddenly apologizes, he lost track of the time. He understands why she wasn’t waiting for him in her room, she must have grown worried about him missing and decided to find him on her own. He gushes over how cute she is, inside and out. Smiling broadly, Silvio approaches her, and Emma backs away.

Is she still asleep or something?

Silvio notices her reaction and stops, his face falling. He apologizes, his face is very scary these days and it’s understandable why she doesn’t want him to be so close to her.

Rio snarles at Silvio to keep his damn mouth closed for once in his life.

Before her very eyes, Rio reaches out to grab Silvio’s head in a terrible grip, squeezing him with his full strength. Silvio whines that it hurts, adding that he just cant help himself when Emma is all cute like that. Just seeing her makes the worst catastrophic event of his life seem bearable.

Oh, no it doesn’t. Rio glowers even more, his hand squeezing and Silvio cries out. His head is going to crack open at this rate!

Emma is completely and utterly confused. The more she watches, the less she understands. Her brain keeps on running into the wall of why Silvio, a distinguished guest, and her attendant Rio are acting like this.

She grabs Rio’s hand and pries it off of Silvio. Leaning forward, she looks into Silvio’s eyes and asks if he’s okay. Silvio(?) admits that it really hurt, but after hearing her voice, and having her dote on him, he suddenly feels much better. He enthusiastically thanks her.

Awkwardly, Emma tells Silvio(?) that she’s glad she can help, deciding that this man definitely needs a doctor. She turns to find Rio and leans to whisper in to his ear and ask him to calm down.

Rio (?) suddenly jerks away from her, shouting at her to stay the hell away from him. Confused, Emma steps forward, and tries to soothe him. She assures him that she has no doubt Silvio (?) started everything, but he can’t just go and assault Silvio (?) no matter how much provocation he has endured.

(She touched his hand)

Rio (?) glares at her with a dark expression that she has never seen before. He praises her for having the guts to say that he is at fault for this. Or maybe this is her way of saying she wants to devote her life to making up for the social gaff against him.

Silvio (?) cuts in and demands that Rio (?) stop being so rude to Emma. Rio (?) calls Silvio (?) a fucking dog and tells him to shut it. Silvio (?) shouts at Rio (?) to watch his damn tongue.

Okay, everyone is now going to the infirmary. Emma will personally make sure they arrive with no complications. Silvio (?) and Rio (?) resist, giving each other a level look before turning back to her. Rio (?) tells Emma to wait, and they’ll explain everything.

Rio (?) steers her into a waiting room and tells her not to yell or scream, just to listen. He pushes her down on a sofa, and Silvio (?) immediately yells at him for being so violent. He asks if Emma is okay, and she assures him she is fine.

Silvio (?) sits companionably next to Emma and laughs a little, as if he is in trouble that he expects her to sympathize with. He explains that he and Rio (?) have appeared to switch bodies. Rio (?) adds that they already agreed that going to the infirmary won’t solve this problem.

Emma sits back and thinks about it, but once again her brain hits a wall. She looks from Rio’s (?) scowling face to Silvio’s (?) gentle smile. This should be unbelievable, but if it was true, it would honestly explain so much. Besides, Rio wouldn’t lie to her, and Silvio doesn’t come off as a liar either.

Silvio (?) gushes over how cute Emma’s surprised face looks. Oh, but using this body to express his affection is just so disgusting. It’s so painful to hold back and repress his feelings for Emma.

Rio (?) suddenly smacks him in the head reprovingly. He complains about how, out of everyone in the castle, its’ the fucking dog that he switched bodies with. Silvio (?) asks if that means he would be fine switching bodies with anyone else in the castle, and Rio (?) grumbles that might be Silvio’s (?) wish, but it’s not his.

Emma realizes that she’s going to have to mentally switch them, otherwise she will be way too confused. But, she thinks that she is able to understand the situation, and asks them if anything in particular happened that caused the switch.

Rio admits that nothing comes to mind, he just randomly woke up wearing Silvio’s body this morning. Silvio grumbles that this means that they have no clues on how to switch back. Normally, he would imagine that if they wait long enough, the switchback will eventually happen.

Emma suggests that they both retreat to their respective rooms and wait out this strange happening. Maybe if they avoid talking to anyone else, they’ll just eventually go back to normal.

Silvio shakes his head, he can’t do that. Unlike some people, he is a very busy man. Rio quickly interrupts to add that Emma is also very busy, so Silvio should stop acting like he’s the only one who’s plans are interrupted by this occurrence. Silvio replies that he has an unavoidable business meeting today.

Emma recalls that Silvio isn’t just a prince, he’s also a very influential businessman. Even while staying in Rhodolite, he is constantly meeting with merchants and artisans, and the Rhodolite economy benefits from his investing in the country’s businesses.

Silvio tells them that he has a deal hinging on his negotiations today. If it falls through, he will personally blame them and demand that they compensate him for every coin he loses. Rio grumbles that Silvio makes it sound like he had a choice in this body switch. Silvio only snorts, maybe if Rio wasn’t in the castle at all, the switch wouldn’t have happened in the first place. Rio retorts that the same goes for Silvio. Silvio asks if Rio is comparing the presence of a mere butler with that of an honored guest.

Even in this situation, they immediately start fighting. Emma can feel a headache approaching. She cuts in and asks Silvio if there is any way he can postpone his meeting today, but Silvio refuses. The person he’s meeting with is going on a long journey to foreign countries starting tomorrow, today is the last and only day they can meet.

Emma realizes that there is only one way they can handle Silvio’s business negotiations, but that would require Rio to be very amenable to bearing a large burden. Silvio asks Rio if he can do it, and Rio agrees; after all this agreement would benefit both Benitoite and Rhodolite.

Emma marvels at Rio, in spite of everything, he understands the situation perfectly. And, she realizes that she trusts him to uphold his end of this mission. Rio assures her that it will be okay, Emma’s thoughtfulness is getting him through this trying time. Ugh, but he doesn’t want to use this body to praise her. He tells her to wait just a little, they’ll be back to normal in no time.

Silvio grumbles that there is no time for them to be messing around, the meeting is scheduled for this evening. The other party is not straightforward, Rio will need to remember all the information Silvio is going to give him and consider when and how he will show his hand.  Silvio won’t forgive Rio if he performs poorly.

Rio tells Silvio not to worry, the experience of being pushed around by the prince of a neighboring country will serve him well. Silvio snorts at this and tells Rio to sincerely thank this mysterious prince for training him so well.

Rio tells Silvio to go ahead and give him the information for Rio to study. While he’s studying up on this negotiation, Silvio will need to take his place. Silvio’s face immediately falls from the triumphant grin to one of confusion. Rio ‘reminds’ him that he had set a series of tasks in preparation for his business deal today.

Rio was planning on finishing them this morning, but, well, life got in the way. He laughs at Silvio’s face, the nigh impossible tasks Silvio set out for him have suddenly bounced back onto Silvio. Silvio grumbles that it’s not impossible, with Rio’s skills they should have only taken half a day, tops. Emma realizes that thought they barely get along, Silvio obviously trusts and respects Rio’s talents.

Very kindly, Rio asks Silvio not to do anything strange while he’s borrowing his body. Silvio snarks that it should be him saying that; Rio’s weird attitude could throw off his entire image. Ugh, he wants to return to normal and just sink into the sea. Rio nods, he understands perfectly, he also wants to toss this body into the sea too.

(Things are going great)

Watching them, Emma wonders how two people who are so similar can come to blows so quickly. She interrupts them, telling them they’re out of time for squabbling and offers to help them. Speaking at the same time, they both try to claim Emma’s help, then stop at the same time, glaring at each other.

Rio points out that he’s now the ‘honored guest’, so he should be prioritized. Silvio disagrees, he’s now the ‘best friend’, and it would be less likely to raise suspicions if she helped him.

Well, they’ve fallen into their exact opposite roles quickly.

Emma decides to start by helping Rio organize the information needed for the negotiation, then she can help Silvio collect and prepare the sample materials.

With the three of them scrambling to prepare for the business meeting, time flies by, and soon enough Rio, still inside Silvio’s body, is meeting with his prospective new business partner, a floriculturist. Silvio and Emma are playing the parts of servants, supporting him.

This new potential business partner has a new strain of roses, with a more vivid color and richer scent. Silvio wants to buy them and process them into various other products and give the floriculturist a cut of the final profits. The man is amenable to this plan, but there are two factors that he is hesitant about. He is very patriotic and does not want his roses, the symbol of Rhodolite, to be treated poorly. He is also weary that the list of craftsmen Silvio is outsourcing the processing to are not familiar with working with roses.

Emma is in awe of Rio’s skills, he is pushing at the right moments, but backing off and considering the man’s point of view as well. But, beyond that, he is doing an excellent job of imitating Silvio’s style of speech, and how he would act. If Emma didn’t know any better, she would have thought they had already switched back to their normal bodies.

However, as good and skilled as Rio is, the floriculturist is about to withdraw from the negotiations until Silvio steps in. He produces the final sample product, a cut of herbal tea. The man sips it, and his eyes go wide. It is a flavor he has never tasted, but it is so good!

In Rio’s body, Silvio explains that the tea is made by a craftsman on the list, who is familiar with working with a wide variety of plants, plants that are rarely, if ever, used for tea. Rio explains that they didn’t just select a random listing of craftsmen, their selections were based on familiarity with delivering high-quality products to aristocrats and working with uncommon materials.

Well, that just sealed the deal. The man thanks Rio, and tells him that he looks forward to working together with Silvio on this matter. After they work out the finer details, the man approaches Emma and gifts her one of his roses since she is obviously Silvio’s woman.

Rio and Silvio immediately object to this. The man looks dumbfounded, he was certain he felt something between her and Silvio during this meeting. Silvio, in Rio’s body, tries to explain that Silvio would never be interested in a woman like her. Rio tires to say they’re not together, but his tongue ties up and he cant force the words out.

Oh, okay. The man finally understands. She’s with this man in front of him.

Silvio goes bright red and shouts even louder that the man is totally and completely wrong.

The man turns to face Emma; it appears she has a very complicated relationship with the two men here. Emma tells him not to worry about it and thanks him for the lovely rose, ignoring Silvio and Rio who have very difficult expressions on their faces.

She wonders why they are so similar.

Clover End: Rio

Somehow Rio was able to imitate Silvio throughout the entire negotiations. Afterward, the floriculturist approached him and apologized. He explains that from what he heard, he had thought Silvio would have used his rank and forced the negotiations through, prioritizing money over making sure they had a great product. He had come to this meeting expecting to refuse the deal, but seeing how his feelings were understood, the floriculturist completely trusts him now.

Imitating Silvio, Rio grasps the man’s outstretched hand and shakes it while laughing arrogantly. He assures him that he will meet his newest business partner’s expectations. With a look of respect and trust, the man tells him that Silvio is the best merchant he’s ever met.

That’s how Silvio has always been able to gain people’s trust.

While Rio can barely remember anything specific, it’s been a while since he figured out Silvio was his brother. But, when the man just called Silvio a ‘great merchant’, Rio knows that it is true. He may be tyrannical, but he never uses cowardly or underhanded tactics in commerce. For better or worse, Silvio faces these situations straightforwardly and doesn’t back down.

When Rio read through the materials and documents Silvio had prepared, he was reminded of this facet of Silvio’s personality. As much as he doesn’t want to admit it, Silvio has some good points.

Rio recalls that day of frantic studying, realizing that as much as Silvio had recorded in the endless documents, he had already memorized it for this specific meeting. He could feel Silvio’s enthusiasm through the words on the papers. He had gone through and anticipated the questions and concerns the other party would have and had worked hard to address them all. Even Emma had been impressed with Silvio’s research into this single business deal.

From Silvio’s notes, Rio could understand that this floriculturist’s roses were the best in the country. For the sake of Rhodolite, for the sake of Emma who loves this country, Rio wants Silvio’s venture to succeed and spread Rhodolite’s roses across the continent.

Silvio is a royal prince, and he could force the negotiations to his advantage, but Rio was already warned that was not an option. Silvio intends to treat this business deal like he’s treated all other business deals, as a well-connected merchant.

Silvio is still a horrid older brother and a terrible guest in the Rhodolite court. But, as a merchant, Silvio is impeccable in both morals and skill. Silvio would never have the floriculturist’s passion for roses, but he has worked hard to understand it for this meeting, like a true merchant.

No, he was like this even before he became a merchant.

Without warning, a memory crepes into Rio’s mind.

*Flashback Time*

Child!Rio is in the royal ballroom, pressed up against a window trying to get a view of the night sky when Silvio comes across him. Silvio asks what he’s doing, and Rio explains that he is trying to catch a glimpse of the meteor shower that night. He asks if Silvio is here for the same reason.

Silvio is not, he was just passing by when he heard a noise from the supposedly empty ballroom and came to investigate.

Rio complains that he can’t see the sky well, and Silvio suggests another area in the garden near the pool. It has an unobstructed view of the sky, and the pool would also reflect the meteor shower.

Rio hovers on indecision; he’s technically out of bed after his curfew, if he gets caught, he would be scolded. As if seeing his mind working, Silvio tells him that the Queen and Emidio are out tonight, and Rio’s mother is meeting with the King.

Rio asks if Silvio wants to come with him, but Silvio refuses, he doesn’t care to see the stars.

Silvio has always stolen things from Rio. Maybe the reason Silvio didn’t take the meteor shower away from Rio too was that this wasn’t something he could physically have. But then again, Silvio had gone out of his way to help Rio see them, even though he had no interest in seeing them himself.

Thinking of that memory, Rio wonders if Silvio has changed since that day. Even back then, he was good at understanding the value that other people had in things that Silvio couldn’t understand.

*End Flashback*

After the floriculturist leaves, Silvio collapses on the sofa with a deep breath of relief. He then assures Rio and Emma that he had no doubts that it would succeed, after all, he was the one who originally prepared the materials.

Rio should get upset and yell at him for that, but with the new memory that had just returned, he lets it lie. He knows that there are a lot of bad and painful memories associated with Silvio that he doesn’t want to remember, but that one just now wasn’t so bad.

Afterward, Silvio generously invites Rio and Emma to his room for a post-negotiation celebration. Silvio doesn’t want to give either of them any credit for it, but a successful business deal is worth celebrating.

The drink Silvio procures shimmers, and Rio is certain he has never seen it before. Emma accepts it and is amazed at how delicious it is. Rio takes a moment to fawn over how cute Emma is when she’s happy. Then he gets concerned, she’s drinking at a decent pace, but the alcohol content is very high, and her cheeks are already red.

Rio muses that the drink is very nice, but it would have been better if it was just the two of them drinking. Silvio shouts at him to stop complaining, and if he must, then he can just get the hell out. Rio suggests he and Emma leave, and Silvio snaps at him to leave Emma alone. Rio sure as hell is not going to leave Emma alone with Silvio, and to consider the implications.

Fine, if Rio must stay, he can go ahead and curl up in the corner of the room and leave the celebration to Silvio and Emma. Don’t say anything, don’t take up any space, just erase his presence.

Emma complains that they’re not celebrating, and to calm down. They did a good job working together today, and they should take the win.

Silvio puffs out his chest and asks if Emma now comprehends his greatness. Rio is over the moon to have Emma compliment him, if he wasn’t in this body he’d be hugging her right now.

Emma laughs a little and muses that they’re getting along a little better now.

(Double trouble)

Maybe she’s right; Rio was able to regain one memory associated with Silvio and has a better understanding of him than he did just this morning. He can’t say he’s happy but . . .

Afterward, Emma falls asleep while they’re drinking, and Rio marvels over how cute she looks. Unfortunately, he’ll have to cut this celebration short and return her to her room. When he approaches Emma to pick her up, Silvio reaches out and grabs his head roughly.

Rio is not going to use Silvio’s body to pick up women where everyone can see! What does he think will happen to both of their reputations?

Rio sees his point and considers having Silvio in his body carry her back. Oh, but that would mean letting Silvio carry her back to her room. Ahh, why is this so hard!? Rio and Silvio stare at each other, both at an impasse.

Eventually, Silvio gives up, he’ll let her sleep here and they’ll figure it out in the morning. Rio announces in that case, he’s not going to leave either. He challenges Silvio to a drinking contest, certain that he will win. Silvio snorts but raises a glass to his mouth; the contest is on!

At some point during the night, Rio fell asleep without winning the contest.

When Rio wakes up, he sees Emma awake and looking around with a surprised expression. It’s a wonderful sight to wake up to, and Rio cheerfully greets her.

Somewhere nearby, Silvio wakes up and complains that both Rio and Emma are in his room. Then he remembers what happened the previous day.

Looking from one to the other, Emma excitedly tells them that they’re back to normal.

Heart End – Silvio

Somehow Rio was able to imitate Silvio throughout the entire negotiations. Afterward, the floriculturist approached him and apologized. He explains that from what he heard, he had thought Silvio would have used his rank and forced the negotiations through and prioritized money over making sure they had a great product. He had come to this meeting expecting to refuse the deal, but seeing how his feelings were understood, the floriculturist completely trusts him now.

It wasn’t the perfect business negotiations Silvio had envisioned when he had prepared for it, and Rio was obviously inexperienced. But, they made it through with his reputation relatively unscathed, even though it would have been much smoother if Silvio was conducting it. Of course, he had never intended to use his status as a member of the Royal Family in the first place.

If he was to use that tactic, he could still make a profit, but he wouldn’t be able to build a lasting business relationship with anyone. That’s why he spends so much time assuring and satisfying the concerns of the other party in the first place.

Silvio has to admit that Rio was able to get the merchant to trust ‘him’ far better than Silvio himself would have. Despite all of the research and time Silvio put into his relationships, Rio always had an innate talent that led others to love him.

Silvio has to fight down a surge of irritation and remembers a moment when he was in the palace kitchen preparing for this meeting.

*Flashback Time*

Silvio had expected the floriculturist to be concerned about the craftsmen’s ability to handle the roses and was looking for a sample product, the herbal tea that he was positive would cinch the deal. He was certain the royal court would have it but . . . .

As an honored guest with his own servants and entourage, Silvio had no idea where anything in the Rhodolite Palace’s Kitchen was. As he was resorting to opening random cupboards and groping around for the tea, a servant called out to him offering to help. Turning around, Silvio sees a man standing there with a friendly smile and surmises that this is one of Rio’s workmates.

Silvio tells the servant about the tea he’s looking for, and when he names the brand, the servant grows uncomfortable. It’s expensive and rare, and they’re out of stock. He asks when Silvio needs it by, and Silvio tells him its for this very evening.

Suddenly more servants arrive, overhearing Silvio’s plight. There are some shops in the city that might stock it, if they all work together, they can hit the most likely shops and return in time. As more and more servants show up and start coordinating the effort, Silvio realizes that Rio might actually like it here. As a mere servant, Rio is protected from the troubles of being a royal, and his talent to be loved is to his advantage. This actually might be a great place for him.

The servants assure Silvio not to worry about it, they’re all indebted to him, so this is easy payback. Besides, it’s for his precious Emma, is it not? He only gets all flustered like this when it’s for her.

At Silvio’s uncomprehending look, one of the maids reminds him that he’s rejected every pretty girl who has confessed to him since his arrival at the palace. Each time, he tells them that he is already in love with someone else.

Even in Benitoite, many women adored Rio and confessed to him. He was always wishy-washy in dealing with them, dodging and obscuring their affections without directly rejecting them. To put it bluntly, he would run away from them.

But these days he’s apparently handling them face-on.

The servants grow concerned at Silvio’s uncharacteristic silence, but before they can ask anything, Emma comes rushing in. They give her a suspicious look, before turning to Silvio and wishing him good luck.

Silvio stares at Emma, wondering if she has managed to change Rio so completely.

Emma asks if something happened with Silvio and the servants just now? Some of them were particularly close to Rio and are very nice. Oh, Silvio might like them too, they know the best bars and pubs in town and know lots about alcohol.

Suspiciously, Silvio asks if Emma is friends with them too, and she says that she is, though mostly because she’s Rio’s friend.

Aha! A confession that she is pretending to be a noble! What plot is she and Rio hatching up here?

No, Emma is not saying that. It is possible to be both a noble and have friends amongst the servants. Besides, Rio is not that kind of person.

Silvio is amazed, how much can someone trust Rio without knowing anything of his past?

Emma catches his attention; she asks what she can do to help. Silvio hands over the list he prepared to her, explaining that these are items required to show hospitality. It is full of items, and he wonders how far she can get. Afterwards, they need her to practice brewing tea, his potential business partner has a very discerning tongue.

Emma reminds Silvio that he’s in Rio’s body, and it is Rio’s duty to prepare the tea. Of course, if Silvio cannot, she’ll step in and do it.

Silvio snaps back that he is amazing at brewing teas, if he were to brew it, it would close the deal before Rio even opened his mouth.

Okay, that sounds like a challenge. They’ll both brew and whoever makes the better tea wins. Silvio grumbles; if you lose you face humiliation, if you win you get punished by having to make the tea. This isn’t a good competition. Emma smiles at him happily, and his frustrations seem to vanish.

This is the woman who changed Rio.

*End Flashback*

There are parts of Rio that have changed, and parts of Rio that have stayed the same. Either way, he’s still a fucking dog.

But today, Silvio doesn’t mind so much.

Silvio generously invites Rio and Emma to his room for a post-negotiation celebration. Silvio doesn’t want to give either of them any credit for it, but a successful business deal is worth celebrating.

His celebration alcohol is of a rare and high quality rarely seen outside of Benitoite. Both Emma and Rio’s eyes widen at it and the pleasant flavor, and Emma thanks him profusely.

Rio muses that the drink is very nice, but it would have been better if it was just the two of them drinking. Silvio shouts at him to stop complaining, and if he must, then he can just get the hell out. Rio suggests he and Emma leave, and Silvio snaps at him to leave Emma alone. Rio sure as hell is not going to leave Emma alone with Silvio, and to consider the implications.

Fine, if Rio must stay, he can go ahead and curl up in the corner of the room and leave the celebration to Silvio and Emma. Don’t say anything, don’t take up any space, just erase his presence.

Emma complains that they’re not celebrating, and to calm down. They did a good job working together today, and they should take the win.

Silvio puffs out his chest and asks if Emma now comprehends his greatness. Rio is over the moon to have Emma compliment him, if he wasn’t in this body he’d be hugging her right now.

Emma laughs a little and muses that they’re getting along a little better now.

Maybe she’s right; Silvio does understand current Rio a little better, but it doesn’t make him happy at all.

Afterward, Emma falls asleep while they’re drinking, and Rio marvels over how cute she looks. Unfortunately, he’ll have to cut this celebration short and return her to her room. When he approaches Emma to pick her up, Silvio panics and reaches out to grab his head roughly. It’s a familiar gesture, one that Rio does not appreciate.  

Rio is not going to use Silvio’s body to pick up women where everyone can see! What does he think will happen to both of their reputations?

Eventually, Silvio gives up, he’ll let her sleep here and they’ll figure it out in the morning. Rio announces in that case, he’s not going to leave either. He challenges Silvio to a drinking contest, certain that he will win. Silvio snorts but raises a glass to his mouth; the contest is on!

At some point during the night, Silvio fell asleep without winning the contest.

Silvio wakes up to the sound of Rio gushing over how cute Emma is in the morning, especially her bedhead. It takes him a moment to regain his memories from the previous night, and he complains about both Emma and Rio still being in his room.

Looking from one to the other, Emma excitedly tells them that they’re back to normal.

Epilogue

Emma wakes up to a room full of empty bottles of alcohol. It appears that Silvio and Rio continued drinking late into the night, long after she fell asleep. Looking at them now, both of them are sleeping with peaceful expressions. She can’t tell if they’re still swapped or back to normal.

Suddenly Rio’s body opens his eyes, and he sees her looking at him. He smiles and wishes her a good morning, gushing over how cute she looks, including her bedhead. Silvio’s body opens his eyes and groans that he has to wake up to them. Oh, yeah, yesterday . . .

Emma is surprised and happy, they both seem to have switched back!

Silvio and Rio look at each other, and their eyes widen with surprise. Rio confirms that Emma is right, and more importantly, he can go back to expressing the full range of his feelings to his hearts content now! Silvio grumbles that he no longer has to pretend to be the fucking dog.

Once, Emma might have gotten flusterd and upset at them arguing, but now she can sense a bond of trust between them. As if they felt comfortable enough around each other to not hold back on how they really felt. Or maybe working together yesterday has brought them closer together. It was rough, but in retrospect, it wasn’t so bad.

Rio picks up on her expression and gushes over her. Silvio snarks at her for being so masochistic that she is so happy at things going back to normal. Emma tells him that even hearing him grumble makes her happy. Silvio complains that she’s being rude.

Today, Emma doubts Silvio would be able to say anything that would make her truly mad at him. Then again, if he would say nicer things, that would be better.

Seeing her expression, Silvio accuses her of thinking rude thoughts about him.

Before they can continue, Rio cuts in and offers to make her morning tea. Since coming to the palace, he has always brought her tea in the morning, and the attempted return to normalcy is appreciated.

Emma thanks him, but has a request. Since he’s always taking care of her, she wants to switch things up and make tea for him. After all, yesterday she had special training, so she is confident in her brewing capabilities.

Rio is thankful for her offer, and also thankful for all the help she gave him yesterday in reviewing the materials and documents for the business negotiation. They smile sweetly at each other.

Silvio smacks her lightly on the back, distracting her. If she’s making tea, then she can make some for him too.

The three of them leave Silvio’s room.

Rio asks Silvio to let him write the thank you note to the floriculturist from yesterday, and Emma thinks that Rio should be the one to write the note since he was the point person for the negotiations. Silvio warns Rio against writing anything strange, and Rio asks what he means.

Silvio explodes at Rio; because of the way he acted yesterday, his newest business partner now thinks he’s in a love triangle with two servants. Rio agrees that this is a terrible misunderstanding that he doesn’t want to perpetuate.

Suddenly two servants round the corner, and Emma recognizes them as Rio’s friends who had helped Silvio and her out yesterday. Upon seeing Silvio today, they back off and move out of their way. Emma thanks them for their help yesterday and subtly nudges Rio who also thanks them. They smile and nod back at him.

Silvio clears his throat and tells them that the herbal tea they procured was very useful in his meeting. He would like to reward them for helping. The servants protest, but Silvio overrides them. He has heard that they are familiar with the bars and taverns in the area. As a thank you, they can take him to the best one and drinks will be on him.

The servants perk up and thank him profusely. Emma thinks that she has seen another new side to Silvio, a kind and loyal side. Maybe he’s more than just a tyrannical tyrant.

Rio invites himself and Emma along. Silvio agrees to Emma accompanying them, but not Rio.

With wide, innocent eyes, Rio talks about how they drank together all night last night, but how can he be said to be rewarded for his part if he can’t taste the alcohol with his own body? Silvio argues back that the alcohol was too good for Rio anyways.

As they publicly argue, Emma thinks that she doesn’t feel anxious. Maybe they fight so much because they are too similar in some ways. Maybe if they give it a chance, they can become great friends.

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Forwarning...I'm not that fancy, never blogged before so I have no idea how to make this look appealing...maybe one day between my million kids and million jobs I'll figure it out.

Here goes nothing.... please don't be tooo harsh lol.... y'all I feel like my writing is trash lol.....ugh... ok fuck it.... Yoongi didn't raise no bitch!

He recognized the yearning in her eyes. If he allowed himself, it was the same yearning for her reflected in his.   It was the last show, fuck it, he thought to himself, I’m going to enlist soon, I can have this one thing. Looking to where he’s seen her every show prior, she’s gone. 

Meanwhile she cries tears of anguish watching him for the last time from afar. 

Curious eyes look down on them both from above. Curious about the despair they see in her face and the lost look only they are able to distinguish within his eyes. Even more curious, when the guest comes out, she is inconsolable, leaning into her friend for support. During the show he seems to be looking for something in that particular spot but doesn’t find it. He checks all 4 corners and the lost look remains.  A quick question is posed to the guest as he arrives to sit with the onlookers and he declines but is captivated none the less by the beauty and pain he sees in her face, he recognizes that pain.  Deciding to put it off for now, the eyes above watch the show in pensive contemplation. 

The show was amazing! she tells her friend as they plan their next move for the night. They’re both numb due to all the emotions he left on the stage. She’s emotionally raw and physically drained but thankful she was there. Or at least that’s the mantra she keeps repeating over in her head as they exit the arena for the final time. 

That was phenomenal! A perfect ending to an amazing run! His family and friends tell him backstage. He isn’t sure what he’s feeling at this point yet, everything is too fresh, too new, his tears haven’t even dried yet. He regrets not finding her or trying sooner. He internally mourns what could have been and what may never be. 

Meanwhile her and her friend roam the streets of Seoul in search of something to soothe the tumultuous emotions raging in their souls. They fear the announcement they know is coming come morning, “HELLO THIS IS BIGHIT MUSIC…”.    Coincidentally they end up in a cafe surrounded with pictures and mementos of their idols, not the fried chicken that they’d set out for but not an unworthy substitution by any accounts. 

[daitranscripts]

Of Somewhat Fallen Fortune Pt. 2

Comte Boisvert

Josephine Masterpost Previous: About the Montilyets

The PC meets with Josephine in Val Royeaux.

PC: Do you know where this noble wanted to meet us?

Josephine: I do. The Comte Boisvert’s invited us to his mansion, not far from here. I pray he clears up the deaths of my messengers as promised.

Speaking to again after the PC says they aren’t ready Josephine: Are you ready to visit Comte Boisvert, Inquisitor?

Dialogue options:

General: I’m not ready. [1]

General: Let’s go see Comte Boisvert. [2]

1 - General: I’m not ready. PC: I must attend to some things first. Josephine: As you wish. Please hurry. Scene ends.

2 - General: Let’s go see Comte Boisvert. PC: Lead the way. [3]

3 - Scene continues.

They enter an estate and are greeted by an Orlesian noble.

Comte: Welcome, my friends.

Josephine: Thank you for seeing us, Comte Boisvert.

Comte: The honor is mine. Please, sit.

They take a seat, and the comte takes a sip of wine.

Comte: It’s an honor to assist two such distinguished guests.

Dialogue options:

General: We welcome your help. [4]

General: This seems dangerous for you. [5]

General: What’s your information? [6]

4 - General: We welcome your help. PC: We appreciate your help, Comte. Comte: The death of Lady Montilyet’s servants must weigh heavily on you. [7]

5 - General: This seems dangerous for you. PC: I hope helping us doesn’t endanger you. Comte: Hardly. Even a brush with someone as well known as yourself can become a great asset in Val Royeaux. Giving you the identity of those who murdered Lady Montilyet’s messengers seemed the least I could do. [7]

6 - General: What’s your information? PC: Please tell us what you know. Comte: Straight to business, then. After the murder of Lady Montilyet’s people, I don’t suppose I can blame you. [7]

7 - Scene continues.

Comte: Have you heard of the House of Repose?

Josephine: The assassins’ league?

Comte: My contacts obtained a copy of a document in their archives. A contract for a life.

He passes over a scroll.

Josephine: “The House of Repose is hereby sworn to eliminate anyone attempting to overturn the Montilyets’ trading exile in Orlais.”

Dialogue options:

General: You could be in danger. [8]

General: You don’t seem surprised. [9]

General: Who signed that? [10]

8 - General: You could be in danger. PC: They’re not just after your messengers, Josephine. They’ll try for you, too. Josephine: I… I am afraid so, yes. [11]

9 - General: You don’t seem surprised. PC: Overly complicated assassination plots are part of Orlesian politics, I take it?

Josephine (pre-WEWH): They’re all too common, I’m afraid. [11] Josephine (post-WEWH): You saw then firsthand at Halamshiral, Inquisitor. [11]

10 - General: Who signed that? PC: Who’s sending these assassins? [11]

11 - Scene continues.

Comte: The contract was signed by a noble family. The Du Paraquettes.

Josephine: But the Du Paraquettes died out as a noble line over sixty years ago!

Comte: Indeed. But the contract was signed one hundred and nine years ago.

PC: How can a family try to kill you after they died out?

Josephine: The Du Paraquettes were our rivals. They drove the Montilyets from Val Royeaux. This contract was drawn up over a hundred years ago, but it wasn’t invoked until I tried to overturn my family’s exile.

Comte: Unpleasant though it may be, the House of Repose is merely fulfilling its contractual duties.

12 - Dialogue options:

Investigate: But the contract’s ancient. [13]

General: I’ll help stop them. [14]

General: What’s the plan, Josephine? [15]

General: We have to kill them. [16]

13 - Investigate: But the contract’s ancient. PC: If the people who wanted your family dead are gone, why are the assassins still after you? Josephine: A contract is a contract, Inquisitor! Orlesian businesses live and die by their reputation. The entire guild’s welfare would be endangered if an agreement was tossed aside on a whim of time or fate. Comte: She’s quite right, Your Worship. The House of Repose is doing what it feels necessary. By its standards. [back to 12]

14 - General: I’ll help stop them. PC: I’ll do what I can to stop these attacks, Josephine. Josephine: Thank you, Inquisitor. I think I may know how. [17]

15 - General: What’s the plan, Josephine? PC: I assume you have a thought or two on this, Josephine? [17]

16 - General: We have to kill them. PC: So we destroy this House of Repose before assassins appear at Skyhold’s doorstep. Josephine: There may be a less confrontational way to end this. [17]

17 - Scene continues.

Josephine: The Du Paraquettes still have descendants under the common branch. If we elevate them to nobility, a Du Paraquette could annul the contract on my life.

Comte: That will take time, Lady Montilyet. Time during which the House of Repose will be obliged to hunt you.

Josephine leans forward.

Josephine: Will they now? You are exceedingly well-informed. Your note to us said you’d heard rumors at best?

Comte: A bit of subterfuge. This contract on your life is an ugly business, one the House of Repose deeply regrets.

Comte: But this is Orlais. Even an assassin’s word is his bond.

18 - Dialogue options:

Investigate: Was there ever a comte? [19]

General: Did you kill the real comte? [20]

General: I knew this was too convenient. [21]

General: Don’t move. [22]

19 - Investigate: Was there ever a comte? PC: Does “Comte Boisvert” actually exist? Comte: Absolutely. The comte’s offer to reveal the killers of Lady Montilyet’s messengers was genuine. So was his information, somehow. An end to be tied up later. [back to 18]

20 - General: Did you kill the real comte? PC: I’m guessing the actual Comte Boisvert met with a fatal accident? Comte: Comte Boisvert slumbers in a nearby closet! Nothing more. [23]

21 - General: I knew this was too convenient. PC: I thought you were remarkably well informed about a secret assassins’ guild. Comte: We are hardly secret, my dear Inquisitor. Just normally much more reclusive. [23]

22 - General: Don’t move. PC: The House of Repose has some nerve sending a killer to greet us. Comte: Hardly anyone in the league isn’t trained for this, Inquisitor. [23]

23 - Scene continues.

Comte: The contract on Lady Montilyet’s life is so unusual, we felt the courtesy of an explanation was in order.

Josephine: It is appreciated. Monsieur.

Comte: Your idea to seek out a Du Paraquette to revoke our orders is an interesting one. I wish you luck.

He goes the leave, but the PC stands in his way.

Comte: I did not come to shed blood today, Inquisitor—only to speak. Might I pass?

Dialogue options:

Why the warning? [24]

You can leave. [25]

You’re dead. [26]

24 - Why the warning? PC: Why warn us about your contract and let us go? Comte: In Orlais, it is only decent to inform those involved in a contract when extraordinary circumstances conspire. Josephine: And the guild’s reputation would suffer if you ignore the contract. I quite understand. Comte: Thank you, my lady. May we conclude with my departure?

25 - You can leave. (Let the “comte” go unharmed.) PC: Go, then. Comte: Good day, Your Worship. My lady. I pray we never meet again. They let the “comte” leave. Josephine: Well, I didn’t think our meeting would end like this. PC: We’ll deal with these assassins. Josephine: I have some thoughts. Let’s discuss them back at Skyhold. I’ll feel safer with a castle’s walls around me. [27]

26 - You’re dead. (Attack the assassin.) PC: Not on your life. Comte: As you wish. The “comte” throws down a flask, joined by other enemies. The PC fights them. PC: That’s the last of them.

Sera in Party Sera: I knew the bastard was up to something when he wouldn’t let us upstairs with you two. Welcome, by the way. Josephine: Sera, you will have all my thanks once we get back Skyhold in safety. I’ve much to discuss with the Inquisitor there. [27]

Dorian in party Dorian: Well, that’s the last time I agree to wait on the other side of a door when you’re around. Are you two all right? Josephine: Yes, thank you, Lord Pavus. I think it’s time we returned to Skyhold. I’ve much to discuss with the Inquisitor there. [27]

Sera or Dorian not in party

Varric: Next time, Josephine, maybe don’t have us wait outside when you’re meeting about a murder.

Cassandra: Villains. I should have insisted we remain with you instead of waiting downstairs like servants.

Vivienne: I thought the comte was rather insistent you have that discussion without us.

Iron Bull: So next time maybe don’t listen to the noble who makes us wait in the foyer. Josephine: I shall keep it in mind.

Blackwall: We were lucky. I shouldn’t have let the comte make us wait downstairs while you and Lady Montilyet were here.

Josephine: The fault is mine. You all put yourselves in danger here because of me. Let’s discuss this problem in safety, Inquisitor. At Skyhold. [27]

27 - Scene continues.

They head toward the door and hear something as they go to leave.

PC: Do you hear something?

Comte: (Muffled yelling.)

Josephine; Oh, goodness. Comte Boisvert, is that you?

Comte: (Muffled yelling.)

She rushes over to a closet in the corner.

Josephine: The lock’s been broken off. We’ll find a saw.

Comte: (Protesting muffled yelling.)

Josephine: I realize the cabinet is quite valuable, Comte, but surely—

Comte: (Protesting muffled yelling.)

Josephine: A… locksmith, then?

Comte: (Affirmative muffled yelling.)

Josephine: As you wish.

Comte: (Pleased muffled yelling.)

Next: A Plan

[scarletwritesshit]

🚂 Stelle x Moze 🚂 Another "Stellar" Visitor

"I heard that you have a new guest to introduce to the Astral Express today~" March said.

Stelle nodded her head, unable to hold back her smile.

"I don’t know about this," Dan Heng said, "the visitors you have invited haven’t exactly been...stellar."

"Whatever do you mean? I’ve gotten some great guests to come aboard the Astral Express!" Stelle said, smugly.

"Luocha," Dan Heng said quickly. "In a matter of system days after we invited him, he got thrown straight into jail."

Welt Yang winced at the word "Luocha" being uttered from Dan Heng’s mouth. It would seem as if he didn’t exactly have a stellar opinion about the long-haired blond himself.

"So what, that was just one weirdo out of many," Stelle said, shrugging, "plenty others that you all have invited are weirdos themselves.”

"Like that flamboyant homosexual Argenti," Dan Heng said, rolling his eyes. "I could’ve sworn March was about to drop to her knees for him"

"Excuse me, mister!" March said, stomping her foot.

"Relax guys. He shouldn’t cause any problems since he tends to keep to himself and hardly says a word.”

"Have you forgotten what happened in Penacony?" Dan Heng asked. "Misha and Gallagher are partially responsible for that nonsense and they haven’t spoken a single word to us in a long time."

"They’re dead, Dan Heng." Himeko interjected.

"He’s not dead, not a walking drag queen, and not in jail. I think we’ll be just fine,” Stelle said.

"I feel awfully uneasy about this," Dan Heng said.

"Don’t be. Right, Moze?"

A man in a purple cloak seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. He stood deathly still by Stelle, his living body distinguished from a cold statue only by the softness of the fabric. His body moved not an inch as his eyes scanned the inside of the Astral Express and its passengers.

"Stelle,” Dan Heng said.

“Yeeees?” Stelle replied, with an “innocent” grin on her face.

“With all due respect, why the hell did you bring an assassin on board?"

Welt spat out the tea that he was drinking, further staining the rugs of the train car that are silently yearning for a deep cleaning.

"An assassin? He’s already killing me with those kinda pretty but otherwise scary eyes! Don’t tell me im going to be butchered in my sleep!" March said, panicking.

"Better you get used to him sooner than later. He’s gonna become a rather frequent visitor to the Express," Stelle said, with a proud smile.

"...Frequent visitor? Is there someone lurking that you want gone that badly?" March said.

Stelle shook her head. "Nope. He’s just… a really good friend of mine. Isn’t that right?~"

Moze nodded his head in support of Stelle’s claim.

"Good friend?" March asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Absolutely," Stelle said.

"You sure about that? He’s standing awfully close to you. And he hasn’t slit your throat open yet."

"If he were to strike, I’d let him cut my throat anyways."

"Not here," Moze said, "this car is far too unclean as it is."

"So he does know how to speak!" March said in awe.

"March, are you going to completely disregard how nonchalantly he spoke about slitting Stelle’s throat?" Dan Heng said.

"Well, no, but let’s be real here, we've honestly heard far crazier things."

"See? He’s one of the more normal guys I could’ve went for. Relatively." Stelle said.

Moze appeared to take a slight bit of offense at Stelle’s words, but once again, he refused to budge.

"...Went for?” March asked, “Don’t tell me you two are- "

"Stelle," Dan Heng said, frankly, "just make it easier on us to admit you’re sleeping with Moze."

Welt Yang once again spat out his tea.

"Woah there, I’m not sleeping with him! Yet."

"We became acquainted some time ago, yet things have not progressed to such a point," Moze said. "And I would appreciate it if you did not jump to such conclusions so swiftly."

"What is Stelle doing sleeping with a Shadow Guard, let alone bringing one aboard the Express?" Welt said, standing up.

"...How do you know about the Yaoqing Shadow Guards?" Dan Heng asked, concerned.

"What little knowledge I do have of them, I came across while I was tracking the whereabouts of Void Arc-I mean Luocha. And I know enough about them to say that he should not be aboard the Express."

"Playing devil’s advocate here, but isn’t Xianzhou allied with the Express? He should be fine," Himeko said.

"I have no reason to strike against the crew," Moze said.

"You have no reason to right now, but if we tick you off…" March said, walking up into his face and feigning bravery to stare directly into his eyes.

"Then Jing Yuan will raise hell against Yaoqing and probably cause a civil war, which I am sure none of the involved parties want," Dan Heng said. "But that still doesn’t mean we should let our guard down around him, though someone here has clearly disregarded the simple concept of common sense.”

"Right?" Stelle said. "Can’t believe March just walked up to his face like that."

"H-Hey! At least I’m not screwing the guy!" she protested.

"Putting all of that aside for now," Himeko interjected, "Moze is welcome aboard the express...as long as those two keep the noise down and the knives off of our throats. But, I do believe we have had far less reputable guests aboard.”

"Tell me about it," Dan Heng said.

"I have no idea what you’re talking about, Himeko," Stelle said.

"Sure you don’t. Why not give our new guest a tour of the Express for the time being?" Himeko suggested,

"And keep him away from my books! March shouted.

Stelle nodded her head and grabbed Moze’s arm, dragging him out of the parlor car. When the door behind them shut, Moze sighed a bit louder than expected of him, and Stelle curiously looked at him.

"Your crew is most strange," he said.

"You’ll fit right in Moze," Stelle said.

"They currently appear to be very wary of my presence."

"Well, we’ve been through some...things, so it would be stranger if they weren’t. Give it some time. I bet you and Dan Heng will become good friends, exchanging a maximum of two words a system month."

"I am not here for friendship. I am here solely for your companionship."

"Gonna have to get used to it," Stelle said, playfully nudging his side.

Moze crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. Stelle wasted no more time leading him to the outside of her room, opening the door and inviting him to come sit.

"Take your hood off and relax," Stelle said, "bed’s all yours."

"And disarm myself in such questionable territory?"

"I didn’t say you have to do that. Just shed some layers if it makes you more comfortable. Nothing can get to you in the express."

"It does feel strangely secure," Moze said, sitting down on her bed and fidgeting with one of his blades.

Stelle fell backwards and laid on the bed beside him.

"...Now what?" he asked.

"We don’t have to do anything," she said. "We can just hang out away from those weirdos for a little while.

A small smile appeared on Moze’s face.

"...That sounds agreeable."

[aenvittorielle]

BALDURS GATE 3: zodiac signs post.

Part II.

LEO / Gale

Passion, expression and unwavering self-confidence are felt by everyone around within a radius of a hundred meters (even through portals). By their nature, Leo are proud and self-confident, sometimes creates the impression of an arrogant personality, used to take the best in life as a real winner. Gale may seem proud and arrogant, but at the same time he’s friendly to those who need it. As we get to know Gale better, it becomes known about his burning attraction to the goddess. Actually, the Leo’s don't need anything less. Just like the classic representative of the zodiac circle, driven by love for the goddess, Gale did the impossible for her. Leo ambitions can replace the whole sun in the event of a disaster, they’re incredibly purposeful individuals who exclusively believe in their success. Gale is very impressed by the power and strength of the Crown of Karsus and intends to get it at any cost, and if Tav tries to find suitable arguments against this idea, the good-natured Gale will start to lose his temper a little. Leo's big and noble heart is capable of going to great lengths to protect what is dear to him. With a certain algorithm of passing the game, Gale doubts the correctness of his decision regarding the fact that he couldn’t nip the Absolute in the bud (in act II), but then he will offer his help at the cost of his own life. Thus, the features of the merry man are closely intertwined with the image of a real hero. Leo tend to combine a love of comfort and at the same time luxury. As Gale said, "I have a cat, a library, some weakness for good wine" (who wouldn't like that..).

VIRGO / Jaheira

Virgo is a firm but very charming sign that easily settles into the spotlight. Virgo strives for perfection in everything, they study all their lives and try to teach others. Representatives of Virgin are distinguished by empathy and often have a musical ear. Jaheira is literally the mother of BG3; in addition to being the leader of the harpers, she has sheltered several children of completely different ages and unknown origins. In addition, like a caring mom, she worries about Minsk and strives to help him, understanding the peculiarities of his psyche. Virgo is the strictest and wisest at the same time. She, in her opinion and those around her, is the only one doing everything correctly and correctly. Virgo sign can calculate everything in advance, can think logically and able to predict in advance what she should do. She’s persistent and inclined to take active action rather than to observe from the outside in anticipation of some kind of heavenly manna. Jaheira has a difficult fate, but thanks to druids who took care of her and her personal ambitions, she become a persistent and persistent woman, convinced that nature can only be protected by active actions. Involuntarily or with their consent, but one way or another, a crazy burden of responsibility often falls on the shoulders of Virgo: for those they love and care about, sometimes even more than they should. Virgo in need for a reboot and a break from the environment, to be nourished with new vitality. Do you remember Jaheira's hideout? A whole trail of traps indicates that she values her personal space and doesn’t please uninvited guests. Her refuge is literally the dream of an introvert in love with the beauty of nature: animals, greenery ... Virgo is very careful in love. She doesn't give her heart to anyone. She rationally approaches feelings and covers them with a kind of protective layer. Jaheira fell in love with Khalid, even got married, but where can we hear about it once again? Jaheira is selective in communication and doesn’t talk much about herself and her personal life. However, the cold and impregnable shell doesn’t exclude the storm trapped inside it.

LIBRA / Volo

He is dressed up to the nines, polite, kind, shines with intelligence, a sense of humor, polished shoes to a squeak, as well as a wonderful diplomat - it's all about Libra. Libra is distinguished by their artistry, and their natural charm often confronts their forehead with art. Volo appears before us as a famous writer, bard and researcher, whose carelessness often leads him to unpleasant situations. Libra is by nature a non-confrontational person and tries to resolve issues peacefully. Did you imagine Volo with a mace or a two-handed sword? Did you laugh? Me too. However, like representatives of Libra, Volo is armed no worse than warrior, only with a word. His great charisma helps him easily make new friends, get any silent person to talk, or get out of the hole into which he got by himself. Libra is pleasant to talk to, friendly and not devoid of a sense of humor and is able to fit into almost any company. Playing along a good route, regardless of which characters will be a priority for you, and which ones will go to the tenth plan, Volo can always be useful and appropriate.

SCORPIO / Mizora

Scorpios are very strong, mysterious, independent persons, sparkling with strength and charisma. In addition to a powerful internal magnet, they know their worth, don’t deprive themselves of love and prefer to emphasize their external advantages. This is exactly the impression that Mizora makes: she’s truly dangerous, devilishly attractive and difficult woman, whose every word and action won’t leave anyone indifferent. Scorpio loves extremes, challenges, danger and darkness. Because of their planetary ruler Pluto, they’re drawn to the anomalies of human experience, extremely perceptive and able to see through a person and his problems. Being a vassal of Zariel, she skillfully turns deals with those who need it; skillfully weaves intrigues and is able to checkmate any ‘counterparty’. Despite all the ambiguity that envelops the image of Scorpio, he is not without honor. Mizora likes to create problems for others, behave cruelly, but objects to being considered that way, since she considers herself a benefactress, taking care of her "pets" in any way, even not the most pleasant. Although she distorts the meaning of the concluded agreements, resorts to small print and other tricks, but never violates them. Moreover, despite the fact that Mizora knows the location of Karlach, nevertheless she does not betray her to the archdevil Zariel. Scorpios are not devoid of sarcasm and barbs of speech, which often does not give them bonuses from those around them. Similarly, Mizora does not miss the opportunity to sting Wyll or Tav with a caustic word, showing them where their place is. Scorpios are dominant in every sense and they like to feel a sense of superiority. Therefore, Mizora prefers to call Wyll her pet, pejoratively reminding him of his position and towering over him. Or threaten to turn into a harmless animal. It is worth noting that Mizora will react to the refusal of intimacy with Tav with embarrassment and awkwardness, although she will try to play it in her favor. It is not easy for Scorpios to experience rejections. In essence, Scorpios are unrecognized and at first glance difficult to contact personalities who are not devoid of worthy qualities. Mizora is a far from ambiguous character; you can love or hate her, but she will leave few people indifferent.