#especially if its honest flattery

[piratefishmama]

Crossing The Line | Part 14

Said metalhead was wearing a leather jacket, black, ripped at the knee denim jeans with a wallet chain dangling from a belt loop draped round to his back pocket, a bullet belt, that shouldn’t have been as attractive as it was, combat boots, and an iron maiden tee.

His hair was its seemingly usual unruly mass of dark brown curls, and he had lightly smudged dark eyeliner around his eyes to make his eyes pop. That was the extent of how much effort Eddie had put into his outfit. And yet he looked like the tastiest little snack Steve had ever seen in his life, he loved it.

They were like polar opposites style wise but from the look on Eddie’s face they were both exactly what each other wanted.

“Sweater vest for Eddie” Steve parroted with a warm smile and a bashful little, “I figured… I mean… I thought you’d like it.”

Now, Eddie had turned up at that apartment, with the intention of figuring out whether or not Steve was wearing ear plugs at his gig and just lying to him to get into his pants (which, flattering, but also rude), and going from there.

But then Steve opened the door in that sweater vest. With that smile. Claiming he wore it because he thought Eddie would like it and his heart just did a series of pathetic flip flops and any hope of Eddie ever being mad even if he did wear earplugs went out the window because what the fuck. What the fuck.

What the ever-loving fuck.

How was this man real?

He needed to send Mike Wheeler a goddamn gift basket for sort of introducing him to the guy although he was pretty sure Mike would blow a gasket knowing he was severely crushing on the guy who apparently ‘ruined’ crazy train.

He didn’t even ruin it, it was just… a different style than Crazy Train was supposed to be in! “I love it… suits you way more than the metal look, definitely should have worn it for the gig.” Would have stuck out like a sore thumb but by god he’d have been the prettiest thing there.

Cool as a cucumber, Steve leaned himself against the doorframe, that bashful smile turning coy with just the raise of a brow and the flash of teeth “I dunno, then I’d have missed the look on your face just now.”

“Well I mean, sweater vests, cute glasses, slippers, are we having a cosy night in, Stevie?” Be cool, be cool, be super cool, don’t be a weird little nerd, don’t be a weird little nerd.

Steve reached out, warm hands taking Eddie’s own, then gently, he tugged Eddie inside. “Well, we can if you come in.” And he was hit by a wall of something delicious. A smell so delightful that his stomach just had to rumble in protest over the fact that he wasn’t already eating it.

Ear plugs? Who gave a shit about ear plugs really?

Okay no, he had to stick to some morals, even if his stomach was angrily telling him to wait until after dinner because then at least if Steve turned out to be a very sneaky asshole, he’d at least have gotten a meal out of the night.

“Wait wait” the door was closed but at least Steve seemed to pause, that smile dropping, replaced by curiosity, god how did he make that look cute? Stupid knitwear an glasses combo. “Okay so… this is probably gonna sound dumb, but Frank noticed it, y’know Frank, our bassist? He uhm… he noticed you were wearing what looked like ear plugs at the gig and uh…” oh god the eyes widened, his eyes widened, Eddie wanted the floor to swallow him whole. First real date in god. How many years? And he was fucking it up by bringing up something nobody else would bring up on a date with Steve Goddamn Harrington. “…Were they… earplugs?”

Fuckers would probably just be happy to be there. Could wear those big ol construction site noise cancelling headphones and nobody else would bat an eyelid, but it was about PROFESSIONAL COURTESY, Eddie was a musician too!

He didn’t want to be on a date with someone in the industry (wildly different success rates with it but WHO CARES) who was lying about liking his music to get in his pants.

It could have gone a few different ways, gaslighting being one of them, but Steve smiled, he had such a pretty smile good lord. “Mmhm, c’mere I’ll show you.” Steve was still holding his hand, so Steve had the full capability of pulling him through the entryway toward one of the two bedrooms in the obviously temporary apartment, probably just rented for the time they were there like an Air BnB situation. The room was pretty tidy, save for a little dressing table covered in hair products. “Theeese are them.” And he produced a little silver cannister from his bag and deposited it into Eddie’s hand.

Curious snooping was pretty much accepted in that situation, so Eddie unscrewed the top and emptied the contents into his palm, two sets of black earplugs with a little hole running through the centre, fitted with a sort of white mesh material which sat snuggly within the hole.

“…What am I looking at here, Steve?” Steve just breathed a little laugh and took one from him, then popped the centre circle out of one, the little white mesh disk sitting perfectly in his palm.

“So, short story long, I was a dumb teenager. Rich kid surrounded by bad influences, y’know the whole stereotypical drill, pretty much every magazine in the country and some outside of it painted me as kind of an asshole, ‘King Steve’ they’d call me. I hated it but it’s kind of like quicksand in those old adventure movies, y’know? Just dragging you under, inescapable. Anyway, I also walked headfirst into a low set doorway ogling Chris Hemsworth’s biceps so... I’ve had a few brain injuries.” He tapped the side of his head with his index finger twice in rapid succession. “That uh… it has side effects… brains are tricky, a few too many concussions can get you hearing loss, sight loss, it can get you chronic migraines, aversion to sound, lights, it can do a lot of invisible damage… I… struggle with sound sometimes. And my sight too hence the glasses, but sound is the relevant one here.”

Eddie tilted his head a little in question, a silent motion to continue, research had given him none of this information. Maybe that he was a shitty teenager once but nothing else.

“Sharp noises, like uh… electric guitars played in a certain way, speakers turned all the way up, I get migraines basically and these are designed to filter out certain pitches to make things easier on my ears. Maybe… maybe I missed a few chords here and there, maybe some of it sounded a little off, but I can still hear through the plugs just fine. Robin got them for me, they’re supposed to help people with tinnitus, sensory issues, migraines…” he took the plugs back one by one, placing them back into the cannister and dropping it back into his bag, before he returned to Eddie and retook his hands, giving them a gentle squeeze “I swear I could hear just fine during your gig, and I really enjoyed it. I really like your music, Eddie… I think you’re amazing.”

Eddie felt like he was going to spontaneously combust right there on the spot.

Flattery always did have a certain effect on him, and with it being laid on so thick, honeyed words without an ounce of dishonesty in them… there was really only one response he could conjure in the moment, “…can I kiss you?” And the smile it earned, worth the brain dead moment.

“Well since you asked so nicely, but only one, dinner first, kisses later.” Kisses. Kisses. Plural. Many many kisses. Eddie felt like one of those cartoon characters that got all flushed and then just simply melted. Even though the kiss Steve gave him was chaste, a gentle, but lingering press of soft lips against his own, one of Steve’s hands cradled his cheek and god,

How had he lived until that moment not kissing Steve Harrington?

“Nono one more” was his sole complaint when Steve eased back, feeling the breath of Steve’s laugh dusting his damp lips, and the caress of his lips so very close whispering,

“Okay, just one” before doing just that.

Part 16

[ananonymousguy20]

A DOUBLE WARNING TO EVERYONE IN THE TROLLS DREAMWORKS FANDOM.

⚠️⚠️Do not interact with they. For your safety block and make others aware.⚠️⚠️

TW: Grooming, approval, justification and defense for abuse (incest and pedophilia).

1 Stay away from jade-green-butterfly also known as HealerCharm and Jussy (Justine Louise Heverm. She is from Colchester, United Kingdom). She’s on Tumblr, DeviantArt, Skype, Furaffinity and Discord. In the last few years she has been active and gaining recognition in the Trolls Fandom as if what she did to so many minors never happened so I want to spread awareness on what being a pedo really looks like and if anyone (especially minors) is friend with her they will know what kind of horrible person she is.

She was already exposed before with proofs, a lot of screenshots and testimonies of minors and Discord Mods that we can't invalidate or deny it really happened. She groomed minors on Discord: she sent them porn drawings to the chat, wanted to play a “sexy” RolePlay with minors and with a character that represents a little toddler girl. Her tastes are very clear. She is a very manipulative person and always plays the innocent victim card who made a simple mistake, but she knows what she is doing because she spread a victim blaming discurse, gaslighting and ignores all the screenshots and testimonies against her, she says they are not evidence and they are taken out of context, she is no fool.

These are not "slips" (as she wants to make them out to be), she does it on purpose, that is her true nature: an abuser.

I see, it happens tho, but why Kaitlin practically dissapeared after being accused of grooming 14* years old kids in discord chats? (*It was 13).

Jussy: “It was THEIR FAULT. They were in wrong for doing NSFW too”.💀 By the way, I think I was told that this person is or was a caregiver.

2 KaitlinEXE (Maria Romina Auxiliadora Fernandez). She is from Cadiz, Spain. Is her friend, best friend, like a sister to Jussy. She also groomed minors and therefore deleted her entire existence from the internet in 2021.

Let's be honest, an adult or even a teenager is not interested in spending their leisure time with minors, no matter how much of a “babysitter” she is. If you like spending time with children as an adult, you become a teacher or nanny, and so on. Seeking to spend time alone with minors, giving them gifts, "friendship", flattery, adults "feeling" like children or liking children's things (drawing, watching cartoons, RP, toys) are all -together- characteristics of grooming.

Although she is a TEACHER over 35 years old, yet she is looking to spend time alone with minors. It seemed normal and right for her to accept the invitation to join a Discord group with its own NSFW section where she was the only adult there and they were all minors, as she gained the trust of those minors by being nice, giving them drawings, and "befriending" them. Wanted to RolePlay being a couple, kissing, dating on Valentine's Day and then she was planning to get married. Since they had a NSFW section I think you know where this is all going: to the "honeymoon". Interacting NSFW without her putting any kind of limits on them, she even encouraged them when they drew her porn drawings.

She is a fan of porn material that mimics the sexual exploitation of minors (mangas porn loli/shota), shipping a Gohan kid with and adult Piccolo (who is like his father), drew her own manga porn with her OC Kaitlin Classic with an Elecman Classic (who is his brother and they are both children), and was a big fan of a kindergarten little girls porn comic “Irina’s World” (El Mundo de Irina, Irina Isekai) all this while she was studying to be a kindergarten teacher because being with children has always been her dream.

People, don't be fooled. Be more critical of people. Just because they're “nice” doesn't mean you should overlook the nastier things they do because then you give them a free pass to continue being this way. Jussy and KaitlinEXE are old enough to know what they’re doing is wrong. For they the internet is some fantasy world to do whatever it feels like and It's not right. The people here are PEOPLE and are not here just for your entertainment and twisted fun.

[rurpleplayssims]

❗❗❗SPOILERS for Baldur's Gate 3 - Act 2 + Act 3 transition. ❗❗❗ I wrote another little scene between these two 🥰

"You are...exquisite."

The Emperor sounded breathless. If it had been anybody else, Rhaenyra would've interpreted his shaky tone as being turned on, but she highly doubted he'd be looking at her with such longing. She wasn't sure that mind flayers found humans attractive in the same way.

But the way he was now gazing at her, clearly stunned that she'd actually accepted the astral tadpole, made part of her react in kind, heat flashing through her.

Her companions had been vocal in their unease at partaking, but Rhaenyra didn't fear it as much as they must. Whilst she must've been vain enough to not become a full illithid, she was content to take on a partial transformation, especially if it tricked her original tadpole into not transforming properly.

Have I ever told you how breathtaking you are each time you surprise me?

She blinked once in her own surprise as she realised the Emperor was addressing her telepathically again. To add to her confusion, she felt her cheeks darken at his praise.

No, she replied tentatively. You haven't.

Rhaenyra could feel him in her head, delicately placing an image there and she saw her transformation from his own eyes, accompanied by all his feelings of surprise, pride...and arousal.

That was, without a doubt, one of the most beautiful things I've ever witnessed.

Her blush darkened and she saw how much it pleased him to see the effect of his flattery.

You don't want to admit how much you like it when I call you a tease, huh?

The phantom chuckle vibrated through their mental connection. I do not...dislike it, no.

Tease, she repeated and winked at him. Be honest though, how scary do I look?

He frowned. You do not frighten me...or rather, you don't frighten me right now.

The memory of him hunched on the ground before her, awaiting her judgement after the big reveal flashed across his mind. She tried to send a wave of comfort towards him, reminding him that she forgave the deception and understood why it was necessary.

Thank you, he said, and a wave of affection and relief permeated her mind. You...you are...I did not expect you to be so open minded.

I've seen and experienced too much in the past few weeks to be otherwise, she admitted. But no, I meant, will I alarm others? Is it obvious that I'm part-illithid?

He saw where her train of thought was going. Hmm, maybe...this might help.

The Emperor raised a large clawed hand and gestured towards her. Almost at once she felt a warmth spread through her.

"Well, would you look at that" Gale commented lightly. "He's reversed your condition!"

Rhaenyra rose an eyebrow and the Emperor scoffed lightly in her mind. The fool. I have merely placed a glamour on you. You look like your previous self, without the darkened veins and black eye.

Oh yeah, she remembered with a smirk. I only have one real eye now.

How did that come about? he asked. I distinctly remember that you had two functioning eyes and now that I inspect it closer, it's a slightly different shade to your other one.

She flushed as he leant forwards, tilting his head as he stared into her eye. Volo, he tried to remove the parasite...with an icepick.

The Emperor flinched as she recalled the sensation of her eye's hasty exit from its socket. Why did you let him do that?

I was desperate, she reminded him. I think that was before our first meeting, in the dreams. Luckily, I gained a perk with the eye he gifted me in apology, and I knew not to take the same chance with Ethel the hag.

At the words of their first meeting, she saw his memory of said meeting occur in his mind. This time, she saw it from his perspective and the thoughts around each action, word spoken. She saw how careful he’d been with each phrase, trying to read her expression and to see if she bought what he was telling her. He recalled how pleasant her voice had been and he’d been taken aback when, after taking his hand, he’d felt an electric shock go through him and how…beautiful he’d found her mind to be.

And then she saw what he'd thought of her when she disappeared, having awoken back in the real world outside of the prism. The fleeting sense of loss had touched him, and he realised, as he'd morphed back to his true form, how much meeting her had made him...happy. He remembered how he'd been surprised by the thought that he wanted to see her again, speak to her and to see the kindness shining back from her eyes. It was quickly dismissed by the reminder that he knew she'd be angry when she knew that her guardian was a mind flayer. Self-loathing filled him as he floated away, trying to forget the way she'd made him feel when she'd smiled at him.

My apologies, I... I didn't intend for you to see that. He sounded...embarrassed.

Her heart warmed at his shyness, the open vulnerability. None of it was faked and only reinforced her faith in him. Don't apologise. I had no idea I made such an impression on you.

You did, he said, a quiet fondness radiating through the bond. You still do.

She smiled, a bright wide smile at him, eyes lighting up. You are too kind to me.

No, it is you who is too kind to me. I'm...I'm not sure I deserve all of this...but I am pleased that you are who you are. I couldn't have done any of this without you. Whilst I've had partnerships in the past...none of them have been like this.

I hope that what we have is a good thing in your eyes...?

His gaze flashed to hers. You are the best ally I've ever had and...it has made me question some of my methods...I am unfamiliar with the feeling...

"Hey, you two done gazing at each other?"

Karlach's tone was amused and loud. The pair of them jumped, having forgotten their company.

This conversation is not over, she told him gently before. I'll wait until the next time we can speak freely in private.

Of course.

As he withdrew, Rhaenyra felt the echo of a hand brushing across her cheek, which tingled as if he'd touched her skin. Composing her expression as she turned to face her companions, she didn't miss the wink that the mind flayer sent her.

MASTERLIST OF BG3 PICS is here.

[unholywriter]

Chapter One

Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III

Warnings: None.

“We’re all Runaways.”

Chapter Two - A Rouge to be.

Ironheart, wildly known for its ore and bitter cold nips within the air was beginning to wake up. A few early birds trudged through the at least two and a half feet of snow. Carrying baskets full of fresh bakes to take to the bakeries or deliver, and their cloaks dragging behind them. Men that were the guards with great-swords, maces and ax’s at their back exit the barracks for their shifts today. The ones who were on the graveyard shift stumbling back inside.

Nor’i sniffled soldering soon to find the nearest open shop. Walking up into the market square the snow was being shoveled away, leading paths too entrances of building’s and stalls assorted in even spaces.

Inside the warmth hit like a brick, it was a rush of chills that ran down her spine but again very welcomed. A young looking Elven fellow sat at the counter, scribbling away onto some parchment. As Nor’i approached, he did not look toward yet. He had long, dirty blonde hair that was shaven at the left side. On his ears were two black jeweled piercings that were placed at his lobes. His honey toned, tired eyes continued to keep their attention as he wrote, and Nor’i had to clear her throat to have those same honey toned eyes look at her.

“Gods I’m sorry, would you believe me if I said I didn’t hear you come in?” He spoke, his tone just a sweet.

“I might now since you’re the least rude person I’ve bumped into today.” She replied, a tilt at her head but not an emotion aside neutral blankness could be noted. A small smile tugged his lips as he tried to shake the apparent grogginess away.

“We’ll it is the morning, and my sister had to have me open up this early because we have to maintain business.” He set the quill down.

“Ah yeah, siblings. I was an only child though, but I do count my childhood friend as a brother. He would always make sure I was up not a minute later then the time we were supposed to be.” A small smile was finally displayed. She remembered those simple times all to well.

“Sounds like our siblings are alike then. On another note - welcome too Linnie and Vinnie’s, traveling shopkeep. We range with various goods. You can find armor, too the potion of fire breathing that might save your life in a pinch. What can I do for such a beautiful woman like you this fine morn’?” He put his face into his right palm, that smile still not subsiding.

“I’d like to possibly grab a few health potions, see your selections of daggers, and browse your best light armors.” She headed straight to the point, ignoring his attempt at flattery.

“And the beautiful woman knows exactly what she wants, I like you even better my amastacia.” He got up, heading to pull a set of daggers out. “These are our non magical daggers that deal quite a good lot of damage if used right. Some of the finest elven smithed daggers you can find, straight from the chambers of a high bidder that decided to swindle me if you catch my drift.” After a quick wink, he bent again pulling out a red velvet box, opening it to revel a short black dagger. “This is a personal favorite of mine, blinking in and out of existence. It’s got me out of quite a few binds.” He picked up the blade, running his finger over it. “I’d hate too see it go, but if I know it’s in good hands, I might give it to you at discount price. Especially if you decide to come find me to do more business later down the road.”

“You don’t even know me.” Another tilt to her head, and that empty look upon her face still lingered. “I might never come to find you after this transaction.”

“I’m quite perceptive.” He twirled the blade around his fingers now, his grin tugging even further.

“Is that all you’ve got?” She questioned, placing her hands down and leaning forward on the counter. “Or are you holding out on me?”

He chuckled, setting the blade down. “Sadly I’m being honest. We’re fresh out of wondrous daggers for now until we head into the trade market in a much more refined area.”

“And this dagger is magical? I’ll have to attune right?” Nor’i questioned now, finding an interest in said dagger. A special friend not to far back would have liked this one. She smiled internally too herself.

“Yes.”

“How much.”

“A thousand gold.”

“You said you might give me a discount price.”

“If I knew it were in good hands.”

“My hands have a lot of experience, don’t worry about that part. Good? I’ve been tittering on a fine line there for a while. Skilled on the other hand, there’s a difference.” He went and placed his hand over the hilt of the blink knife now.

With a narrow of his eyelids and a shifty grin he spoke, “Is that so.” At the pit of her stomach she felt it. In a flash he blinked out, and in a split second she had grabbed both the daggers laid down, and turned where he’d be just as quick. One was at his neck, the other at his stomach both at an angle to kill. His blink dagger’s tip lifting her chin up to meet his gaze. Nor’i’s cheeks burned from the sudden closeness. But she felt no real danger, even with a blade so close that could kill. The thrill got her blood pumping in away she admitted made her even flushed than usual. “You’re not a fine-tuned Rouge yet.”

“Monk first, Rouge later.” Her eyelids narrowed with a playful glare. He let out another set of chuckles now, she still holding him at knife point just the same.

“My names Linnie.” He dropped the dagger at his side finally, moving a step back to give her space.

“I don’t have a name, got it?”

“That’s fine by me, amastacia suits you well. So get used too it.”

-

Nor’i walked out of Linnie and Vinnie’s with a blink dagger, a new set of leather armor that isolated heat for the cold weather. It kept her quiet and well defended whilst not putting her at disadvantage on her movements. A couple healing potions were in safe keeping, and she continued on to grab some rations for a week. Into the bag of holding it all went.

She followed the tavern keep’s instructions next. At least to pop by. Most all nobles expect punctuality right? Down a long walled path, she managed to stop at a tall looming gate. It felt like death here, and she didn’t like it all to well. The gate itself had been pushed open previously. Snow piled at the other side, and a path of footprints she’s been following continued on. It had snowed late that night so, this is a new set. A new visitor. At least unless the servants here don’t live in this mansion.

Up the steps too this light bricked, wooden logged manor and too the big set of double doors she shifted on. Nor’i took the large knocker at the dark elm door, slamming down a couple times to get the message a-cross.

Thirty seconds pass, and a few snow flakes began to flow around her again. The wind catching exposed skin, and the cold still blistering the tip of her nose and ears. A lock, and then another lock and slowly with a heavy pull came to view a small man with a hunched over back peering at the new visitor to his Lordship’s home.

“O-oh dear me. Wasn’t expecting this many visitors for Lord Euston this early in the morning today.” He spoke so timidly, it made Nor’i taken aback.

“Sorry to drop in so early, I’m here about possibly looking into the mysterious death of his son.” She explained bluntly, which took the servant off guard quite easily as well. A pass like ping pong if you will.

“Well, it is quite early. Although, I do know he wakes at five in the morning. That is if he’s gotten a lick of s-sleep at all.” He clasped his hands together, and looked nervously over his shoulder. “You can come in and wait here with our other visitor.” He turned back too Nor’i. “Please, please follow me! It’s very frigid out there.”

He lead her inside, and too her right she saw the same person who knocked into her early this morning. What in the Gods is he doing here?

“Are you positive he’ll be able to speak to me?” Nor’i questioned now, a slight annoyance left her lips.

“I-I’ll have to go and find out. Just can’t leave any guests out in the cold no, no, no. That won’t do at all.” He held out his hand to gesture for her to stand next to the other guest he spoke of. “Please do wait here. I’ll be back with Lord Euston’s word.”

And with that he turned heal still hunched with such bad posture it made Nor’is back hurt. His still hands were clasped together and he swiftly walked with fast pace up the steps and turned down the great hall to his left. That left Nor’i and this jerk that didn’t say sorry or at least help her up in the tavern. She made her way and stood at least a good five feet from him. A minute of silence past. She didn’t say a word, and then another, and another. Her fingers fidgeted and with a deep breath in she spoke.

“You know you usually are supposed to apologize when you run into people.” Nor’i didn’t look back to him when she spoke. He nor to her, paying no true intentional mind to make proper conversation. But he did reply, for the sheer impatience of having to wait only.

“I believe you ran into me.” His tone, it was well snobby putting. This made Nor’i snap her head back to him finally. Looking his very well put posture over, his upper class clothing that was well tended too. If he was an adventurer, his scuffles he’d get himself in only meant he’d take extra time to mend his clothes. Unless he’s a wizard or sorcerer of some kind? Mending would be so easy with that spell. “I believe you’re the one being rude now staring me down I might add.”

Nor’i didn’t look away as their eyes met. “Staring? No. Sizing you up, and possibly coming to a conclusion that you’re an asshole who doesn’t give two shits about the people around him? Yes.”

A scoff come out if his mouth, and he turned away to look back toward the stairs. “I have no time for your peasantry attitude.”

“I come from a fine line thank you.” She looked back away with the biggest look of annoyance plastered upon her face. At least, her line was good before her mother and father past, having her grandfather snap and make the monastery into an unbearable, viscous cult sucked and haunts her every move.

He didn’t say another word, and neither did Nor’i. A couple minutes later and the servant who greeted them both came slowly down the stairs. His back still hunched over, and his hands still clasped within the other. Stopping before the two, a look of pure belittlement was read upon his features. “I’m sorry, Lord Euston will not be taking visitors today.”

“I’ve been trying to contact him for a day now, does he not have time for one simple conversation?” This stranger at which has not been named yet rose out one of his hands in gesture.

“I thought all of you nobles were in each other’s pockets.” She muttered, which the man did hear at which he shot another look of annoyance toward her. The servant looked amongst them two now. His nervousness well apparent.

“You just said- Oh forget about it.” He looked to the servant yet again. “Reginald, please could you let Lord Euston know it’s urgent.”

“I did, but he is very busy I’m afraid. His business takes a lot of his time.” The servant now known as Reginald spoke up yet again. “That means he will not be seeing any visitors.”

“There’s no changing his mind if you attempt again Reggie?” Nor’i huffed. Reginald sort of hesitated with the use of a nickname from a stranger girl, but he nodded to reply.

“Uh, yes there would be no use.” He simply tried putting a bold line under his answer.

A sigh left the young man’s lips and he put his hand to his forehead, pressing glasses he wore further back to fit against the bridge of his nose properly. Softly he muttered, “There’s got to be away to talk to him.”

“That’s a shame.” Nor’i pipped up, but then she took one step forward and began to walk past him.

“W-Wait! You can’t-“

With a quick swift whip, out came her trusty Thumper to halt Reginald’s movement’s as it pointed directly at his nose. “I’m seeing your Lord, so if you value your pretty little face, I’d suggest you not make any actions against me.”

With narrow of her eyelids added, the sheer panic set in as he held up his hands. “I d-don’t want any t-trouble! But I beg you, h-he should not be disturbed!” A high pitched squeak left his throat, making Nor’i almost feel sorry for him.

She let the staff fall at her side and she began on. The young noble stranger that stood where he was the entire time, watched as she made her way up the stairs now. He did like the fact she seemed to want to get things done, and he did believe this young bratty woman had no evil malice to her. Although, quite chaotic to be frank. He sighed, knowing this was his chance. He then began to follow in foot, as Reginald begged for both to cancel this brashness. 

Footnote: amastacia “star flower" in Elven.

Chapter Three

[dark-side-blog3]

thank you sm for all of your hard work 🫶 to be honest im so happy that your blog EXISTS like it involuntarily brings happiness to me when i see a new upload or even better a new writing from you. its always so interesting to read your opinions on anything even if i dont understand what you’re talking about

you’re also so inspirational to me i always feel better when im endlessly rereading and scrolling posts here i dont even know how does it works but it does

Flattery will get you SO far with me lol-- you're such a dear!!!! I love hearing that my opinions and inane rambles about whatever concept or character I've focused on intrigue you, and you must understand it to a degree if you're willing to read it! And put up with my neverending rambles and confessions in between my "actual" writing.

It's nice to feel valued and appreciated, especially when it's something so clearly worded as this bit of praise! I tend to overthink, if this blog hasn't already given that away, so the reassurance that people mind me fun to talk to/read is greatly cherished. Thanks anon! You're such a dove! <3

[robinyourcreator]

@defira85 you were RIGHT, they WERE visions of Shadowheart being Very Cute and im SO MAD and SO SLEEPY and SO GAY GAH

post tiefling party scribbles that will probably get redrafted once im there chronologically but oh well! we do this for fun! for FUN!!!

600ish words below the cut

Once the festivities have well and truly died down, you are finally allowed enough of a reprieve to begin your stumble back to your tent. 

Gods, you’re exhausted. You haven’t stayed up for this many hours in a row since you attended the College of Lore. Thankfully, that is where the similarities ended between the refugees’ and druids’ party and one thrown by a mess of bards. But at least you’ll sleep well; infiltrating in and then massacring your way out of a camp of goblin cultists may not have exactly been an honest day’s work, but it had certainly been a hard one. And a rewarding one, even without the party thrown in your honor afterwards. Though that certainly didn’t hurt.

And neither had the wine, as you’d extremely been careful to stay just on the right side of tipsy the whole night, warming your blood and curling in your belly like a contented cat on your lap. 

Others had clearly not been so judicious, as once you find your way back to your tent, you find Shadowheart has found her way there first. She’s flushed; unsteady. Leaning against one of your tent poles and trying very hard to pretend she doesn’t need its support to keep her feet. 

“Shadowheart.”

“Adana.”

“You’re drunk.”

Shadowheart wags a finger at you. “I am very drunk.” Ah, so she’s an honest and self-aware drunk. Somehow this only endears her to you more. 

“I can see that,” you say, leaning nonchalantly against a tentpole parallel to hers. “If you’re looking for a lesser restoration, I’m afraid I’m all spelled out for the day.”

Shadowheart scoffs. “I could do that myself.”

“Yes, I’m sure you could,” you agree. An especially good day, if the lot of you have managed to keep so far from death’s door that your primary healer still has spells left. “What brings you to my tent in the middle of the night then, so very cute and so very, very drunk?”

“Beyond the obvious, you mean?” Shadowheart says dryly.

You fold your arms, frowning. “There’s no ‘obvious’ with that, Shadowheart. You were quite sober when we agreed to take things slow--”

She waves you off. “--yes, yes, I’m very drunk, and you, despite your chosen profession, have the scruples of a paladin. I am aware. It was a joke.”

An old argument, but a playful one. You shake your head ruefully as you rebut, “My desire to avoid the kind of regrets that would ruin my beauty sleep is hardly comparable to a paladin’s oath.” 

Shadowheart bites her lip. “...Perhaps I’ve also started to care about how I sleep at night,” she says quietly.

And, suddenly emboldened, she steps into your space, leaning into you, her hand on your arm. “Perhaps I tire of sleeping on rocks in the dirt. Perhaps I desire something soft beneath me.” 

…You are terminally incapable of helping yourself. “You rhymed, Shadowheart!” you coo gleefully. “I’ve rubbed off on you!”

“Oh, not yet you haven’t,” she quips before she can stop herself, looking terribly annoyed at her own lapse, and oh if that doesn’t only add another arrow to your quiver.

You cackle. “And dirty jokes, too! You’re already halfway to a decent tenure at a bardic college if the whole dark priestess career doesn’t work out.” 

She points an accusing finger at you. “Don’t even joke about that. Doomed to endure an entire college of insufferables who each think they’re the prettiest and funniest person in any room? Truly a fate worse than death.”

“You’re not wrong, it was pretty insufferable at times,” you concede. “But you would actually be right about being the prettiest and funniest in any room.” 

“Careful, Taveth,” Shadowheart chides, poking you in the chest. “Flattery will get you everywhere.” 

once again up at 4am and HAUNTED BY VISIONS

[lovelybunn]

𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.

warning(s): swearing, mentions of depression

author's note: I DONT HAVE FAVORITES I PROMISE this is a high-school au bc i'm trying to cope with it (even though i've only been there for a few weeks lmao)

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐇.

“ 𝐇𝐄𝐘, 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍! 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄 sweater you got there, bud! ” you give the boy a small smile. he frowns and looks around, pointing at himself. “ yes you, silly. who else in the class is named stanley? ” you giggle, stan glances away in embarrassment, “ o-oh. thanks, i guess. ” he sits down with a bit more force than he expects, causing him to cuss under his breath.

“ what’s wrong? ” you ask with genuine concern. without making eye contact with you, stan replies, “ nothing. just kinda stunned. ” as if just now realizing what he said, his eyes suddenly widen. his cheeks flare up, “ oh shit– i mean, tired. yeah, that's what i meant, not stunned. why would i be stunned? ” your worried face slowly melted into a teasing snicker. “ you're funny, stan marsh. ” with his face even more red that it originally was, he stammers, “ what are you talking about?! what's so funny, huh?! ”

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manz doesn't know how to take a compliment tbh

he has a very low self esteem (bc of his depression), so he'll take anything he can get. beggars can't be choosers, right?

when he does get complimented, stan almost always gets all red and shit and it's so precioussss

he doesn't usually reply with some kind of counter compliment bc he sucks at talking to ppl :(

but the good thing is that he always repays you back in some way for the simple act of kindness to him of all ppl. you know that meme/phrase where its like “ *character* will remember that ”? yeah, that's stan marsh.

he doesn't automatically register when someone is speaking to him, so you prob will have to repeat yourself multiple times before he realizes that your even there lmao

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𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐒𝐊𝐈.

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄, 𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒 to leave his hair down for school, and to be honest, you think his natural curls are gorgeous. you grin and wave at the ginger as he walks into class, placing his things down. “ sup, kyle! seems you know how to take very good care of that mane of yours, don't you? ” with pursed lips, he raises a brow inquisitively at you. “ hm? what's that's supposed to mean? ” your grin grows wider. “ it means i think your hair looks sick, man. ” kyle's screwed up expression slowly melts into slight shock. his face flushes into a deep red against his scattered freckles, “ aw, thank you. ” kyle smiles goofyily.

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kyle doesnt expect kindness/flattery to ever be targeted towards him, mainly bc his friends are kinda dicks (AHEM CARTMAN AHEM)

but when he does get this kind of treatment, he's pleasantly surprised. especially when he's at his at most limit (which is pretty frequent), being able to hear that little positive thing said about him will help kyle rest peacefully for the rest of the day.

don't worry though, a genuine nice response will almost always come in exchange. (unless the poor boy is having a really bad day, then he'll prob just act like you simply don't exist)

kyle is very good at nick-picking certain specific quirks, behaviors, and traits of the ppl he adores. like with his baby brother ike, just one little head jerk or hand movement from ike, and kyle will instantly know exactly how his baby brother is feeling.

so, in relation to you complimenting him, he now is, of course, fond of you. (ex. your eyes look a little droopy one day at school? “ hey, (name), i brought some coffee in my bag, you can have some if you want. ”)

overall a sweet boy w/ anger issues but we don't talk about that :)))))))))))))))))))))))

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𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐍.

“ 𝐘'𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖, 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐊, you're actually a pretty cool dude, cartman. ” you exclaim dryly, making little doodles on the assignment you presumably are supposed to actually be doing. he slowly turns his head to face behind him. a large scowl plasters on eric's expression. “ i'm cool all the time, motherfucker. ” you roll your eyes dismissively, “ the entire campus would beg to differ. ” he opens his mouth to respond with some sort of snarky remark, but he changes his mind and turns around in defiance. cartman laughs proudly. “ you're just extremely jealous that you'll never be as cool as me. ” you sigh and mutter, “ keep telling yourself that. whatever helps you cope, i guess. ”

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boy thinks that's his birthright to have everyone within his vicinity praise him in some way bc his name is eric theodore cartman

but deep down this boy hates himself with a burning passion, like all narcissists lmao

two words, backhanded compliments.

well, unless he doesn't like you/thinks your ugly af or sumn, then he'll be like “ yeah, i know. couldn't say the same for you, though. ”

but i'll be honest with ya'll, if he even moderately likes you in any way, that one compliment will cause him to attach to you until you have to literally force him to back off. (ex. imagine his relationship w/ butters)

the only plus to that is cartman will be a little bit nicer to you than he usually is. “ hey bitch (affectionate)! ”

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𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐌𝐂𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊.

𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇 and it's kenny's turn to read a section of the excerpt the class is assigned. none of his three best friends have this class with him, so he's practically mute for most of the period. you never hear his voice other than a few “ hey ”s, “ mhm ”s, and “ what ”s, so a tiny part of you is lowkey excited to be able to hear the orange hooded boy speak a full few sentences for the first time. he isn't the fastest reader in the class, and definitely not one of the loudest, but something about his soft tone relaxes you. kenny's voice is strangely soothing. after he finishes, you decide to point it out.

you tap on his desk to get his attention, “ wow, i didn’t know you sounded like that, kenny. ” since you didn't elaborate, he stares at you with a blank expression in his big baby blue eyes. he slowly squints at you, silently asking for an explanation. you chuckle, “ i think your voice sounds nice, mate. you should run an asmr channel or something. ” kenny's eyes avert from left to right for two rounds before he becomes a popped bubble full of agressive cackles. the entire class stop whatever they're doing to figure what's going on, but you just give kenny a huge toothy smile.

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bruv will never take compliments seriously, like he legitimately thinks your joking.

but he'll still flash his pretty crooked whites at you, and nod his head like a child that just got asked if they want a cookie (pls he's baby <33333)

most of the time kenny's eyes are dull bc he's depressed, but when he's really happy, they'll sparkle, like a lot. remember that.

small talk isn't kenny's thing so after you say whatever you wanted to say he'll prob instantly go back to blocking you out like what he does to his parents when they fight

but after a while of processing what you said, he's truly touched, sometimes he'll even tell karen about how much you made his day with that little comment alone

here's a plus, if kenny thinks your cute enough, he'll start lowkey flirting with you, complimenting you over literally everything you do (sometimes he's a lot more straightforward, but he tries to keep it as discreet as possible)

[tooweirdforyou]

How The OP Boys Say “I Love You” To Their S/O

How You Know He Loves You- idk man

A/N : enjoy.

includes » Ace, Sabo, Luffy, law, Sanji, Zoro, Marco, Rosinante, Kid, Shanks, Mihawk, Katakuri, Izo, Koby, Cavendish,

Summary : the boys’ own way of saying “I love you”, with their own words and ways. Or, how you know he loves you.

? Wait did I do this before? I don’t even know. also these aren’t GREAT, but they aren’t HORRIBLE. Yk? Honestly tho, some of these seem like they’re all over the place, which yes, they might be. UGH IT WAS SO HARD THO.

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Monkey D. Luffy

Luffy loves you like an adventure. Everything is new and always fun to try with him, and no matter what happens, you don’t ever regret it, because you’re doing it with him.

He’s persistent in staying with you everywhere, he wants to do everything with you. He tends to invite you ( by pulling your hand ) to do crazy things with him and away from the others so you’re alone.

He’s always showing off his skills and stupidity in order to make you laugh, because your smile is the best thing he’s ever seen and giggles are the beautiful sound he treasures.

His actions are genuine when he holds your hand and pulls you to his side all the time, with the warmest, loving grin.

Luffy always makes sure to remind you to never give up hope.

“Let’s go on an adventure together, [Name].”

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Roronoa Zoro

Zoro loves you like you’re his one and only. No one has priority over you, ( except maybe Luffy ), and you will always be his, if you’ll let him.

Zoro is not a man of many words when it comes to his own emotions and feelings, so he shows it through his actions.

He always has an eye on you, so wherever you are is where he ‘sleeps’ so he can keep you close, his swords at his side to protect you from danger, ( but he knows you can handle yourself. )

Zoro is the perfect person to lend a comforting shoulder and ear. He will listen to every single one of your problems intently and if he can, will offer the best advice you’ll hear, even if it’s a bit harshly. However, whatever got you so down, Zoro will bring you back up.

Zoro is always reminding you that you are strong, no matter how tough things get.

“Oi, come take a nap with me. I could use a body pillow.”

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Portgas D. Ace

Ace loves you like a gentleman, respecting boundaries, bowing to the elderly you pass by together and always ready to pick you up for your date at seven, bouquet of flowers in hand.

If Ace is good at anything, it’s knowing how to distract you with a good time. He knows the best way to bring a beautiful smile to your lips and can easily make sure to avoid the thoughts that brought you down in the first place.

He’ll share stories that will make you die of laughter or feel so wholesome that you literally melt at how sweet it is.

The few times he expresses and shares his insecurities to you, something he hides within him because he trusts you enough to do so. He loves your understanding and comfort for him.

Ace always reminds you that you’ll be okay, even at the worst times.

“You are the light of my life.”

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Chief of Staff Sabo

Sabo loves you like a prince. He holds the door for you, takes your hand so you don’t fall, has the most charismatic smile on his face and is just so charming.

Sabo will remember the littlest things, the smallest details that you yourself don’t even know until he reminds you, and because of this, you are often gifted the most memorable and cherishing gifts, like the scarf you two bought for your perfect snowman, to the necklace you were staring a little too longingly at on display.

He’s always busy, but he doesn’t hesitate to drop whatever he has just for you. He will run through fire if it means you’ll stop crying or if you’ll be happy to see him. You are his lifeline, his soul, his love.

He may not know how to properly cheer you up like his brothers can, but he knows that he wants the best for you. If you need space, you got it. You need some tender loving cuddles and buckets of ice cream while watching Disney movies? Vanilla or chocolate ice cream?

Sabo reminds you that you deserve happiness and peace.

“Whenever you need me, I’ll be there.”

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Trafalgar D. Water Law

Law loves you like you’re his savior, someone who’s always there during his time of need and insecurities, by his side when he needs you most.

He’s a little blunt and straightforward occasionally, but he’s honest somewhat. He won’t ever tell you his feelings until he deems it the right time, but you can tell he has feelings by the change in treatment.

He’ll keep you closer to him, making excuses by saying that he needs you to help him with the supply run, or that he needs your assistance with a particular menial task.

He’s awkward and shy about it at first but he cares and that’s all you need to know. Especially once you catch him during one of his weaker times, the anniversary of a particular someone rolling around, where he’s locked in his room. He needs you beside him, so please don’t leave him when he needs you.

Law reminds you that you are human, that it’s okay to be vulnerable.

“Just stay here with me.”

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Vinsmoke Sanji

Sanji loves you like a god/goddess. He will treat you with the utmost respect and care and offers you everything you could possibly want or need, just say the word.

His genuine, endless daily compliments are given to you with pure love and passion, his daily refreshments and snacks to keep you energized and hydrated keeps an eye out for your health.

He makes sure you know the true meaning of flattery, chivalry and love, because that is all he can show you.

However, under that chivalrous exterior, is his calmer, understanding loving self, where he shows his true self and when he finally shares this side with you, where he holds his insecurities, it’s the true honor and love you can receive. And it’s even better, when you become the one who loves for him in return during this time.

Sanji reminds you that you deserve to be and are loved.

“You are my world, my everything.”

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Marco The Phoenix

Marco loves you like a married couple who grew old together, still playing jokes and having fun to life’s fullest, no matter your age.

He’s constantly lecturing you for the smallest things repeatedly, since you always seem to forget. His lectures lack any annoyance or malice though, he’s just kind of done with you sometimes.

Nonetheless, he’s taking care of you more than you think, always the first one there whenever you need help. He’s always prepared for whatever you need so you don’t have to look for it and get worried.

He’s stern at times but he loves you more than you could ever know, often questioning himself whenever he’s beside you. He half-lidded eyes watching you with warmth and admiration because you always look so determined.

Marco always reminds you that you are free. To live life to its fullest and however you wish.

“Let me fly you to the moon.”

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Donquixote Rosinante

Rosinante loves you like a husband, he treats you like his wife, either you or him welcoming each other home after being gone for so long and greeting each other with a loving kiss each time.

He knows just how tough things can be and as much as he tries to make things right, he knows how bad situations really are and no matter how much he wants to cry or get angry, he always holds a smile, in front of you. To assure you that things will be okay.

He gives the warmest hugs, and knows that, so whenever you’re angry or sad, or just randomly at times, Rosi envelops you into a large hug, waddling you back and forth a few times, you feel instant relief and content, which makes him smile.

His priority will always be you, even if he’s hundreds of thousands miles away, he will find his way back home to you. He surprises you with the littlest gifts; being flowers, jewelry, candles, or more.

Rosi will always remind you to smile, even during the hardest times.

“I will protect you.”

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Eustass Kid

Kid loves you like a game, it’s unexpected, unpredictable of what will happen and it’s exciting and thrilling. For you both, one wrong move, and the other is gone for good, but perhaps, second chances/rematches are available.

He can be brash and a bit much, but Kid has high respect for anyone who actually makes it onto his crew and can actually tolerate him, you included.

He’s loud and wild but that only makes it part of the fun. With such a short fuse, as long as you play your cards right and pick your moments to bite back, it’s kind of fun knowing how dangerous it can be with a guy like Kid, and he also loves it equally, because your feistiness is attractive.

Being a bad bitch that doesn’t play by the rules is so incredibly attractive and Kid knows how to reward and punish so tread carefully. ;) however, he has his down moments and as annoying he can be, he does appreciate the effort you give if you try to comfort him. He’ll be harsh about it but eventually, he just wants you to be with him in the end.

Kid reminds you to rebel, take risks and enjoy the thrill of getting in dangerous situation every once in a while, breaking a few rules doesn’t hurt anybody. Most of the time.

“Don’t fucking ever leave me.. okay?”

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Dracule Mihawk

Mihawk loves you like you’re an empress, only the finest and highest quality for you, nothing else can compare.

Mihawk will buy you the most expensive dress that suits you, with an equally expensive matching jewelry to go with. Not to mention the heels, and, tch, how could he forget the roses you require? Despicable.

As much as he loves to show you off, he despises the stares of awe and admiration you receive whenever you go out, so his possessiveness takes over and he has an arm around your waist at all times, successfully showing you’re taken and to back off if they don’t wish to be cut into oblivion.

He trains you to handle yourself, obviously, you should know at least some basic skills. He’s not too hard on you but does push you to keep going until you truly wish to stop. It’s only because he’s worried that one day, he won’t be there and won’t be able to protect you.

Mihawk reminds you that you are a queen/king, a strong person who shall hold your ground and never back down from fear and show your bravery.

“Come here, mi amor.”

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Red Haired Shanks

Shanks loves you like you’re his future. It’s an unknown journey, but he’s there for the ride and whatever may happen, he’s there staying and won’t be going anywhere, unless it’s with you.

The red head is a goofball, he drinks, parties and messes around but he is an incredible captain and genuine to a fault. So when he expresses kindness, it is purely from his heart and not out of manners.

He is extremely playful and yet when down to business, he is calm, collected, and cool. He knows just what to say in tough situations and great comforting advice, so he’s the one to go to when you’re feeling down. And as laid back as he is, disrespect to those he loves is the one shit he won’t take.

He’ll hold you close and with his signature grin, compliment you and tell you how much he appreciates you and as soon as someone lays a finger on you, his hand is on the hilt of the sword and he waits three seconds for an explanation before he cuts them down. No one messes with his beloved.

Shanks reminds you of loyalty. To always protect and care for those close to you, and keep that built up trust and bond you created with them.

“Trust me. I won’t let go of you.”

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Charlotte Katakuri

Katakuri loves you like you’re glass, he’s careful, protective, cautious and treats you like you’re fragile, because he’s afraid of hurting you.

He’s larger than most, he’s aware of that, so he always takes the precautions to be aware of his surroundings, especially when you are around. He wants you safe and he will be devastated if he is the cause of your pain.

His large stature is a blessing to you though, because cuddling is so comfortable and comforting, it’s amazing. You can curl up and relax and just be at ease with him, because he’s so protective of you, even from his family members. He often keeps you away from Cracker and Perospero, in the slightest chance that they try to take you away from him.

He’ll be extremely heartbroken if Big Mom doesn’t approve of you, but his love for you is stronger, so he’ll keep it a secret if he has to but eventually, he’ll pray and wish for her blessing, asking the help of his siblings to convince her.

Katakuri reminds you of family, that even friends or crewmates are family and love you all the same.

“I will be here for you.”

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Captain Koby

Koby loves you like a typical high school crush. He’s all shy and blushy, and evidently embarrassed when the pretty one at school is talking to him, ( that’s you. ).

He’s like the wallflower type, who tries to blend in but somehow, he sticks out in a way that lures you to him, like he’s hit the jackpot.

He is incredibly sweet, and his shyness is so adorable. You can’t help but coo whenever you see his red cheeks and soft smile of care he offers.

Always helps you with everything, will take the blame whenever you get in trouble, takes the suffering and pain when guys try to mess with you, and no matter how tough things get, he’s holding a brave face for you.

Koby reminds you of kindness, treat everyone with care and kindness, and it goes a long way.

“If you fall, I’ll be there to catch you.”

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16th Division Commander Izo

Izo loves you like you’re a painting, he thinks you are true beauty, inside and out, you are a work of art, a true Mother Nature masterpiece born. One to be admired.

The type to be there. He’ll hold your hair while you vomit, rubbing soothing circles on your back while you cry, painting your nails while you complain about Ace, assure your perfection when you’re feeling insecure.

Best advice giver, holds no judgements at all. He’ll help with anything, because you need him. Romantic advice, friendship, sexual advice ;), he will help you any way he can.

He truly admires you, not because of your beauty, but your strength to be able to cry. Crying doesn’t mean weakness but rather, strength to be able to move forward even in the worst of times.

Izo reminds you that you are beautiful, no matter what anyone thinks or says.

“You are true beauty, my love.”

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Cavendish Of The White Horse

Cavendish loves you like you’re a princess, and he is your handsome Prince Charming.

Every thing he does it like from a fairytale, if it involved a rather.. bit of a narcissistic Prince Charming. But he means well, because he still treats you like a real princess.

He gives you daily horseback rides, teaching you with his strong arms wrapped around yours and his black fancy hat on top of your head, as you two ride around and share laughs and memories.

And even through his big ego, he still makes sure to compliment you, tell you how proud he is of you and how much he truly admires you for your strong will and determination, because he really does love you. More than you know.

Cavendish reminds you that dreams can come true, sometimes it just takes a leap of faith and effort.

“I will treat you like the princess you are and deserve to be.”

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A/N : 15 fucking people and having to think of different things while I’m distracted is so HARD. 😭 please tell me you enjoyed though ;-;

but did I do this already? God I can’t remember a thing, especially since I still haven’t updated my masterlists- and I’m terribly sorry if this really is all over the place ;-; also apologies if this is repetitive for some of them! It really is difficult yk ;-;

[supernaturalgirl20]

Something Worth Fighting For

Part 2

Pairings: Oberyn Martell x f!reader

Warnings: sexual tension, fighting, flirting, slow burn.

Summary: Ellaria is dead, poisoned by Cersai Lannister and Oberyn is out for blood. When you arrive in Dorne on behalf of Daenerys to seek his aid in the war on Kings landing, you get more than you bargained for.

A/N: Credit for this idea goes to @scorpio-marionette, thank you again for trusting me with this 😘

Part one

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

You needed to get away from him, your body almost combusting when he touched your wrist. The heat of his hand on your skin sending a shiver through you. It didn’t help that this place was so humid, how anyone could live in this heat was beyond you. Wandering through the halls your startled when a girl dressed in a cool flowing dress appears out of nowhere.

“My Lady, I have been instructed to show you to your bed chambers for the night, if you would kindly follow me.”

“Of course and Y/N will do just fine, I’m no lady I can assure you.”

Upon entering the room your eyes are drawn to the beautiful blue dress which was laying out on the bed. You take small steps until your hand traces down the material, a small note attached.

My little flower,

I think this dress would be better suited for the dornish heat, and I believe this colour will suit your complexion perfectly.

Oberyn

A small smile creeps onto your face as you read over the note. How did he get this here so quick? A clearing of a throat brings you back to reality.

“Shall I fill a bath?”

“That would be wonderful thank you.”

A cool breeze washes over you as you stroll through the gardens of the palace, the colour of the flowers captivating you. It truly was a place of beauty. Happening upon a fountain, you sit along its edge, fingers threading through the cool water, the bracelets adorning your wrist jingle with the movements.

“I see you like my gift.”

You turn to find Oberyn approaching you slowly, cautious in his movements, as if you were a frightened cat and would run at any given moment.

“Yes, thank you, it was very kind.”

When he realises you won’t run he moves to sit beside you, eyes taking in your glorious form while yours are transfixed with the water.

“Dorne is truly a thing of beauty, especially the palace. I love the garden in particular.”

“It is! There are however things that are far more beautiful.”

Turning towards him, you find his eyes on you, a heat burning behind them and you can feel your cheeks heating at his intense stare.

“Will you allow me to show you around the palace now?”

You quirk your eyebrow at him, the corner of your lips threatening to lift into a smile.

“Only if you promise not to seduce me!”

A devilish smile creeps onto his face as he outstretches his hand towards you, “now my little flower, you know that is a promise I can never make.”

“It was worth a try.” You smile at him as you link your arm with his.

Walking through the streets of Dorne, arm linked with Oberyn, people smile as you both pass their stalls,offering you samples of their fruit and sweets. Your eyes scan over the beautiful pieces of jewellery and perfumes that are on display, stopping when something catches your eye. Oberyn stands back as you run your fingers along the necklace, a pendent with a beautiful blue stone, white veins running through it. A memory of your grandmother flashes through your wind and you smile fondly.

“A beautiful necklace for a beautiful goddess.”

“Do you flatter every women you see?”

“It is not flattery if it is the truth.”

An old women lifts the pendent towards you, “you buy?”

“Oh no it’s very beautiful but not today.” You turn and walk towards another stall, Oberyn watching you closely. He turns to one of his guards and nods his head before joining you again.

“You know I must be honest with you, if I lived here I wouldn’t leave to come with me.”

“You wouldn’t?”

“No! This place it’s…it’s like something from the stories my grandmother read to me as a child. Magical!”

“Are you saying I shouldn’t go with you tomorrow?”

“That’s not what I’m saying but I could understand why you wouldn’t.”

Arriving at the gates of the palace Oberyn leads you inside, people are milling about, trying to go about their daily tasks.

“Can I persuade you to join me on my balcony for super later?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“What if we have it in the gardens then?”

Your eyes scrunch in contemplation, before a small smile form on your lips.

“I’d love to. Thank you for today Oberyn, you have a beautiful kingdom.”

“My pleasure Y/N.”

Changing out of the dress, you put back on your armour and make your way into the training arena. You do not want to grow lazy while your away so you join Jaron and his men.

Knocking Jaron on his ass for the fifth time, you’ve drawn a crowd.

“I wonder if you could knock the red viper on his ass?” Spinning around you smirk at him before bowing.

“Please my Prince, allow me to try?”

My Prince! Oberyn likes the sound of that. Grabbing his spear and spinning it around in the air, putting on a show, he stops facing you head on.

“Ready when you are my little flower.”

You lunge at him with your sword but he deflects it, this is a dance you both do for what feels like an age. Your eyes are locked on each other and it feels as if you are the only two here, partaking in an erotic dance. He’s distracted for a mere moment but you take this opportunity and within seconds he’s on the ground, your legs straddling his waist.

“Well now if I had known I could have had you like this little flower, I would have gone easier in you.” Suddenly aware of your positioning you feel your face heat up as you feel him hardening beneath you. You try to pull away, Oberyn has other ideas as he flips you onto your back, a dagger pointed at your neck. The crowd cheers for their Prince as you lay panting on the ground. He lowers his face towards you, mouth hot beside your ear.

“Always use your opponents weakness against them, it appears that I am yours.” His eyes flicker to your lips and he leans in slightly. Thinking he’s going to kiss you, you close your eyes waiting for his lips on yours, but it never comes.

“Beautiful and a fighter, are you sure I cannot temp you into bed?” Eyes shooting open to find him already standing, hand outstretched to help you up. Your body is hot with need for this man but you won’t give in. Oberyn Martell doesn’t do monogamy and you don’t share. You don’t take his hand as you stand brushing off the dust. Grabbing your sword you storm past him, head turning to face him slightly.

“You should go clean yourself up for dinner my Prince.” With that you continue on your path, all eyes on you as you leave. Jaron turns to Oberyn, “that is some women.”

“Some women indeed.”

Part 3

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[latristereina]

Isabella was a strawberry blonde—coloring especially admired in Castile because of its relative rarity. Isabella's finely chiseled face and lively expression gave her a "comely aspect" that was not soon forgotten. One courtier even remarked that she was "the handsomest lady I ever beheld." According to her court secretary and historian of her reign, Fernando del Pulgar, Isabella was of medium height, "well formed in her person and the proportion of her limbs . . . very fair and blond: her eyes between green and blue, her look gracious and honest . . . her well-shaped face . . . beautiful and happy."

While such accolades sound like court flattery, all commentators agree that Isabella was "the most gracious in her manners." Whether beautiful or not, Isabella's youthful vitality, gentleness, and personal charisma made her extremely attractive to all who beheld her.

- Nancy Rubin Stuart, Isabella of Castile: The First Renaissance Queen

[cancerjupiter]

🔥 fire venus 🔥

 venus in aries

ex: lily james, rihanna, marilyn monroe, lady gaga, tyler the creator, mariah carey, audrey hepburn, rdj, freud, gigi hadid, chris martin, melanie martinez

they are driven to impress others, show them new things and new experiences. they need to excel in their chosen field and feel in charge, directing the action. however, in relationships, they’re also attracted to strong-willed people - which often leads to conflicts. if they like you, they’re very direct and spontaneous. their greatest charm is their straightforwardness in social interactions, often combined with daring humor. if things go badly, however, their mood can change to combatively defensive and oversensitive. they’re not known for subtlety, and often like violent sports. fighting is natural for them, and they admire others who fight for causes. they highly value independence and always want to be number one, no matter what. they are not very patient and are terrified of boredom.

express affection directly, impulsively, enthusiastically; in love with the honeymoon phase of relationships.

assertive and demanding, which can add difficulty to intimacy.

values independence above all, in self and others

aries venus can be fiercely proud of their romantic attachments and loved ones. they can be very emotional, but rarely would you describe them as deeply feeling. they’re not very romantically sentimental or sympathetic; they prefer to be direct and blunt. the men are self-centered and not very giving; the women aren’t very patient or stereotypically feminine. the women don’t like overly gentle or patient men, preferring them to be aggressive and “compete” with her; they’re a true contradiction and quite complex. both like “quickies” and can be almost insatiable sexually, although quite selfish.

they can be selfish in relationships since they push their own ideas about how it should go, instead of talking about it with their partner. relationships start with a BOOM but fizzle easily since aries is not known for its longevity. they’re always looking for excitement, daily. they like to be enthusiastic and positive and let no one walk over them, even if they’re not overly assertive.

venus in leo

ex: fiona apple, madonna, mj, nicole kidman, tom cruise, amy winehouse, jlaw, whitney houston, niall horan, jason momoa, dua lipa, asap rocky, hitchcock

these people do nothing halfway. when committed, they can show remarkable loyalty. the problem is that they can go to such extremes of misplaced and impractical loyalty, that it outdoes common sense of objectivity. their reactions, while warmhearted, are well calculated and not at all spontaneous. as Grant Lewi points out, “No one with Venus in Leo has ever been talked into anything”. they want to make sure the right effect and use their affections to get what they want. 

they possess sharply contrasting qualities: sincerity and generosity combined with a superior attitude towards others, and showing jealousy over others’ success. they have a huge, vulnerable ego and the merest “slight” is taken as a major offense: try leaving them on read too often or not showing up to their party. they’re very proud of their relationships and need to feel respected and admired by all. their greatest gift is probably their ability to vitalize others through their faith in them, conveying a warmth of encouragement to anyone who needs it.

express affection warmly, dramatically, playfully, and enthusiastically.

the need to be the center of attention or dominant force of a partner's life can encumber deeper intimacy.

can be extremely generous and loyal.

leo venus is rather in love with dramatic love. they crave grandeur and excitement, often staging affectionate displays or romantic situations. they have tremendous pride over their relationship and their own wonderful generous qualities (yes; they know how good they can be). although they’re easily offended by real or imagined insults, they’re quite insensitive to others’ feelings unless it’s related to the leo venus, somehow. a constant need for praise is their most tiresome feature, and they have an enormous weakness for flattery, one way they can be emotionally manipulated. at worst, they’re so self-centered they can’t relate on a simple, sincere human level and use others for self-aggrandizement. and if so, they can end up lonely, petty, and indignant.

they want to do a lot for their beloved, and make sure they enjoy every moment spent with the leo venus, and certainly don’t mind if other people notice their magnificent generosity. their own sense of identity is sometimes so tied up with their primary relationship, that they often go into crisis if things end, badly or not. they like physical demonstrations of affections, but are not very receptive on a true feeling level. they stimulate these displays of “love” in you, especially if in need of affection, but they can also drop you like a stone if they find someone who can praise them better and you’re not delivering.

their responses to love and affection are lavish, open-hearted and almost childish. the urge to spread sunshine throughout their partner’s life is genuine. flattery will get you everywhere with them, but make sure to keep this up if you intend to maintain a relationship. they can also be very sexual and give as good as they take.

venus in sagittarius

ex: joan baez, david bowie, nicki minaj, billie eilish, kendall jenner, jake gyllenhaal, jimi hendrix, jane fonda, mac miller

their reactions to life are rather happy-go-lucky and philosophical, explaining how resilient they are when confronted by the cruelty of life. some call it shallowness or avoidance of true feelings. take your pick, but it’s hard to stay mad when they disappoint. they’re often fickle and hard to please, but that’s due their chronic lack of satisfaction. they have a hard time dealing with routine, tedious reality, and facing the practical limits of life. they don’t enjoy living in the moment.

for them, there’s always room for improvement, and their philosophy of life is optimistic, always thinking a better reality exists just over the hill. they love surprises and you can expect anything from them. a need for space and freedom is essential for them: both mentally (learning, discussion, debate) and physically (activities, sports, traveling). they are also brutally honest about others’ hypocrisy or negligence, although they react to their own truth with a shrug because of their inflated self-image.

expresses affection freely, enthusiastically, generously and idealistically. motivated by an inner trust and faith in love.

tolerant and open-minded attitude toward love with a need for alignment of ideas; values honesty but may be insensitive to feelings.

sag venus wants to be hard, or at least noticed, in any social situation. and in a close relationship, the sharing of ideas and philosophical harmony is necessary for it to last. but for it to last even one evening, there has to be a common sense of humor or type of entertainment, since they can’t stand boredom and are naturally humorous people. they like exploring their relationship and often ask their partner some probing questions and enjoy teasing statements. honesty is, again, valued above all else, but they can be extremely insensitive and dismissive of others’ feelings and needs because of it. their casual remarks do real damage and reveal an irresponsible, and self-centered attitude towards love and sex.

they’re tremendously enthusiastic and unprejudiced about love and sex, and their sexuality is often not straight. they’re fun, but you can never flatter or praise them. you’ve got to earn their respect and usually glow with self-confidence to intrigue them. this venus placement is found in many who are impulsive and generous with affections; they are demonstrative, but also rather impersonal in their relationship approach, although quite charming. being a fun “pal” comes easier than being a truly intense lover; and the fact they grant their partner vast amounts of freedom reveals they like to maintain a level of personal distance, without restraint or heavy expectations. 

these people see no reason why emotions shouldn’t be followed, and usually discount the importance of material things if their partner can’t offer them (unless there’s heavy Taurus on the chart).

[elysianslove]

Hello!! I just finished reading In Another Life and I was wondering if I could request some soft Bokuto and/or Akaashi x reader? (I also wanna squeeze in that I LOVE your works, when they pop up on my dash it makes me happy so thank youu)

omg listen i’m not a bokuaka shipper (iwaoi and kagehina supremacy for me hvdshjd) but In Another Life made me cry bruh. anyways! first of all thank you so?? fkn much for your words??? they literally made my day you don’t understand that’s so sweet omfg. thank you! 

i really hope this is what you wanted !! i wrote a scenario for akaashi, and another for bokuto. lemme know if there’s anything else specific you were looking for, mwah! <3 

akaashi keiji

━━ despite the fact that the warm water you’re submerged in grows colder by the second, akaashi only settles deeper into your embrace. his head rests on your shoulder, the palms of his hands resting above yours. your arms wrap around him, one hand occasionally traveling up to brush through damp curls. the only noise echoing through the small bathroom is the occasional sway of water against the bathtub, and your combined steady, slow breaths. when you glance down at your boyfriend, his eyes are half lidded, but he notices your stare and shifts his head up to look back at you.

the smile he offers is small, but genuine and serene. your smile is wider, and you can’t resist the urge of leaning down and pressing a wet kiss on his cheek. he huffs out a laugh, tilting his head to the side to kiss your lips instead. it’s not the first time you’ve kissed him today, or tonight, or even while in this bathtub with his sturdy back against your revealed chest, but it still excites you to your core. it’s a gentle kiss, slow and steady, careful and calm. his hands fly to the edges of the bathtub, pushing himself up and twisting himself around to face you.

“what, why?” you pout at him, and he chuckles again, inching forward towards you.

with his hands placed on your cheeks, steadying your gaze at him, he mumbles, “so i can kiss you better,” and presses his mouth on yours. you hum contently, sitting up on your knees, lips still latched onto his, as you crawl forward. your actions push him back, but he doesn’t pull away as the kiss deepens, even as his back hits the other end of the bathtub. “so eager,” he teases, breathless, as he pushes you to straddle him.

“can you blame me?” you retort, leaning back to admire him. the way he looks is nothing short of beautiful, with his skin dewy and his cheeks flushed pink, his eyes bright and his hair messy and damp. “how could anyone resist someone so pretty?” you continue, your fingers ghosting over his facial features, dancing across his cheekbones and his pink, swollen lips. he tilts his head to press a kiss to your palm, shutting his eyes momentarily.

“i love you forever,” he confesses, pressing another kiss to your palm. “infinitely.” he presses a kiss to your inner wrist, as light as a butterfly’s touch. “as many stars as there are in the sky.” his kisses travel up to your upper arm, to your shoulder. “as many galaxies as there are in the universe.” a kiss on your collarbone, with your heart in your throat. “till my last breath,” he promises, with a kiss to your neck. finally, he faces you, his lips inches away from yours. “that’s, if you’ll have me.”

to answer him, you break the gap between the two of you, kissing him fully on the mouth. the water’s long gone cold, but it’s not the cause of the shiver that travels up your spine when akaashi’s hands settle on the small of your back.

“i don’t have a really dramatic confession prepared like you,” you admit, earning a laugh from him. “but i love you, always.” he smiles gratefully, and kisses you again, his arms wrapping around your middle and taking you with him as he falls back again against the end of the bathtub.

bokuto kōtarō

━━ usually, you’re very resistant to your boyfriend’s pleading eyes. maybe a few years ago, at the start of your relationship, you wouldn’t have been able to say it with such certainty and ground. but you can safely say you’ve grown immune to it. sometimes. occasionally.

definitely not when it’s his eyes and another puppy’s staring up at you pleadingly.

“look at how cute,” bokuto repeats, his eyes leaving yours momentarily to stare at the small puppy. the labrador retriever puppy whines innocently, and you hold back a mountain of curses at the tightness in your chest. “can you look me in the eyes and tell me he isn’t the cutest thing you have ever seen?” he challenges.

you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest and defying him, “not when you’re the cutest thing i’ve ever seen.” compliments and flattery have always worked in your favor with bokuto, especially to distract him.

when he leans forward to pinch your nose cutely, you think you’ve won, but then he resorts back to playing with the puppy through its cage. “please, please, please!”

you sigh. “kou, you’re rarely even home nowadays,” you argue.

“but that’s the thing!” he responds. “now when i’m away for games, you have something to keep you company when you’re lonely.” it’s a compelling argument, not that you’d ever admit that aloud to him.

if you’re honest, you’re not even sure how you found yourself in this situation to begin with. it’d been a simple date with your boyfriend, a casual stroll in the park, with some pretzels and lemonade. it had been a complete coincidence when a pet adoption centre conveniently appeared out of thin air, and then you’d see it coming as soon as you saw bokuto spot it. it was no secret his love for animals, and you admired every little thing about bokuto, even having come to love any and all his flaws.

but really. who’s meant to take care of a puppy?

“bunny,” bokuto calls for your attention again. the puppy’s paw is resting above two of bokuto’s fingers, patting it softly. god, it’s becoming harder by the minute to resist. “for me?”

fuck it.

“okay.”

time freezes, bokuto with it, until it starts again all of a sudden, and a pair of strong arms are instantly suffocating you. as a high schooler, bokuto had been fairly strong for his age, always so big and muscly. now, as an adult, his strength had tripled, and really, you can’t breathe.

“baby, i can’t breathe,” you voice, lightly tapping at his back. he releases you momentarily, and you’re sure he’s never smiled at you this bright before. instinctively, because bokuto’s smiles and laughter have always been so contagious, you grin back at him, cupping his cheeks to force him to zone into your gaze. “this is a mutual responsibility though.”

he nods seriously, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “and it’ll be good practice,” he adds, with a kiss to your lips. before you can ask him what he means, he leaves you stranded and confused, going to look for an employee. it’s only when you’re walking hand in hand with him, on your way back home, with his other free hand carrying the small cage your new puppy’s in, do you realize what he meant. and instead of dread, all that bubbles inside you is warmth and excitement.

[hostess-of-horror]

Encore at Midnight

A little fanfic story I decided to indulge in! This is my first official fanfic post, so it may not be perfect. I hope you enjoy it!

Word Count: 3301

Number of Pages: 6

[Don't worry! It is not NSFW, I promise!]

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There it is again. That familiar song.

It had been playing every night around midnight. Perhaps only she could hear it, for it seems that no one else had woken up to investigate. Lying in her bed, dressed in her nightgown, she turns her attention towards the source of the song. The melody drifts through the gentle, cool breeze coming from the balcony. The curtains billow with every note, dancing as the pale moonlight illuminated them with a sheer white glow. Once again, the balcony doors are open.

Was it the wind? No, it couldn’t have been. The weather had not been terrible recently, so much so that the doors would have swung open. What could have opened them? What keeps opening them, around midnight, for these past few nights? She feared the worst. A thief. Another captor. Another thought disturbs her mind. Are they already inside the castle? She lifts the blankets from herself and investigates the balcony. As she takes a closer look, her nightgown begins to join the curtains amidst the breeze, billowing - dancing - alongside them. Her hands shield her arms from the cold. No damages to be found. The lock remains perfectly intact. What could have opened the balcony doors? The thought drifted in her mind as she locks the doors, once again, and prepares herself for more rest. Her chamber is now silent. Dark and comfortable. She could no longer hear that song.

All of this should be making her sick with worry. It should be making her fear for her safety and sleep with caution. But the caution had been blown away with the wind. This has become a bit of a nuisance, if anything. She would wake up every morning finding no signs of trouble or disturbance. Strange as it is, there was, so far, nothing to be concerned about. At least, she hopes so. Another night, another melody. That’s all it was.

But, by the stars, where on Earth is that song coming from?

Tucked into her bed, she resumes her slumber. Although curious about the song, she is simply too tired to continue investigating. She knew that nothing terrible would happen based on the previous nights. It was only a song. A beautiful one at that. No. That’s a complete understatement. What word could possibly describe it? That delicate sound as it seemingly rides along the gentle breeze? As it makes its presence among the moon and the starlit night? As it gives the darkest of shadows a sense of intrigue? Ethereal. Majestic. Alluring. Yes, that’s it! Alluring. Beguiling. Captivating. Enchanting. She could name off every synonym if she was not falling deeper into sleep. But, by the stars, where on Earth is that song coming from? Who owns a voice as lovely such as this one?

There it is again! That familiar song!

She springs up from her bed, her eyes widening with surprise. She pauses for a moment. Waiting. Listening. She stares through the darkness. Listening. Listening. Slowly her breathing becomes heavier by each inhale; her heart pounds through her chest. Whether it be fear or excitement, she could not tell. Either way, one thing is certain.

The voice was coming from inside the castle.

Ah, that’s it! Enough of this! She must find out about this! She must figure out this strange occurrence once and for all. Should she call for the guards? It would be smart to do so; throwing caution to the wind should be the last thing someone could do. But that has already been done, for she crawled herself out the bed, grabbed her shawl, and headed her way towards the voice. The entire castle was enshrouded in shadow. Only the moonlight from the windows provided light, piercing through those shadows. She could not tell if this made her vision inside the castle better or worse. But she could hear the song! She follows the melody; the more she ventured further, the louder the song became. As she crept, she finds that there was something rather enticing about this situation. For all she knew, she could be in danger right now. She could be a victim of another kidnapping, and she will have to be saved again. But instead, she was curious. Very curious. Intrigued even. Perhaps it is the sense of mystery that pervaded the air. The idea of discovering what lies beyond the darkness; the thrill of finding the source of the voice. Perhaps it was madness. The kind of madness that resulted from the countless kidnappings she endured in the past. Maybe her sanity has finally left her, abandoning common sense and security to whatever comes her way.

The melody takes her through the long corridors and down the marble stairs into the main entrance. The shadows throughout the castle surrounds her like long veils. They encircle her, almost leaving her blind. Despite this, she knew she was close – the song was louder than ever before. She could hear it much clearer now. That voice…. She swore she has heard this voice before. Not from the previous nights, but from a long time ago. How long had it been? Months? Years? She could not remember. It was low – baritone. The song itself wasn’t a song she had heard before, besides the previous nights, but the voice was familiar. That familiar song. That familiar voice. Alluring. Beguiling. Captivating. Enchanting. Alluring… Beguiling… Captivating… Enchanting…

Then light. A soft, warm glow breaks the shadows. She turns; it was coming from an entrance. Finally, there is light! She could finally see, and with that light rises the melody in a dramatic crescendo. Without thought, she follows the light, towards the voice, and into a wonderous sight. Rows upon rows of candelabras greet her at the entrance, all placed together as one giant circle in the middle of the ballroom. The mood lightning makes the elegant décor on the walls gleam with gold; the shadows less intimidating. She looks up and freezes in place. She would be calmed by this discovery if it not weren’t for the presence of a familiar figure. He was massive in size; the ballroom fit perfectly for someone like him. A rotund figure, white as snow, towering – floating! – over the shining candelabras like a giant idol ready to be worshipped. His hair curled into rolls and into a small braid tied together by a black ribbon. His clothes – a cobalt blue coat with a red vest – are slightly torn, riddled with holes and tears at the edges and seems. He holds himself with an air of superiority, and with dramatic flair, he finally rises to a gratifying high note, ending his nightly song at long last. This singer is no human being; he is a creation. An amalgamation of a gramophone, a ghostly Boo balloon, and a Rabbid.

His pained expression softens as silence took over the castle once again. His eyes flutter open, finding himself capturing the attention of one small lady. After a moment of silence, he smiles, “Did you enjoy the performance, Princess Peach?” Princess Peach abruptly wakes from her frozen state. After all these years since they first fought… she never thought that she would ever see him again. How should she react to this reunion? Angry? Scared? Happy? She brushes off her awkwardness. “If it wasn’t during the middle of the night, then yes, I would have.”, she responded in a huff. Phantom softly chuckles, still giving her that sweet smile, “My apologies, your highness. My inspiration comes during the night, especially in a night like this. Something about the pale moonlight gives off a…hmm, je ne sais quoi. Romantic, is it not?”

Peach couldn’t disagree. She does find nights like this one to be beautiful. But, ah, don’t get distracted now! “Why are you in my castle, Mr. Tom Phan? Or perhaps, I should say, Phantom? What business do you have here in the middle of the night?”, she questioned.

“I wanted to see you again.”

“…see me again?”

“Yes. I wanted to start over from the beginning. Our battle from years ago was not exactly the best way to introduce ourselves. Although, that wretched plumber had it coming. Bah, what a fool! He’ll never get the best of me.”

“For what? For merely existing? And you talk as if you didn’t have your behind handed to you during that battle!”

Phantom shot an aghast look. The audacity of this princess! But she was right, he could not deny that. No matter how hard he tried, the memory of being defeated was always painful to recount. However, the princess made quite the shot at him. Feisty. Very witty. He liked it. His composure remains intact, “Hmm. The past is in the past, your highness. Enough of it! What matters now is that I have returned for an encore. An encore, and for you.”

“Are you… are you going to kidnap me?”

“Goodness, no! I have no such intentions! Why would anyone try to harm such a lovely creature as yourself? I’d rather destroy myself!”

“Flattery is not going to work.”

“I promise. You have my word. And I never go back on my word.”

“We’ll see about that.”

“Oh, come now. Don’t be that way! No need to be feisty. Even though, to be quite honest… it is a good look on you.”

“Oh, please.”

“It makes you stronger than you already are. I should know, I fought you before!”

Peach pauses. She can feel a warming sensation rising up onto her face. Is she blushing? No, she cannot be! She gently touches her cheek – she is! She turns her face away from Phantom, hiding her bashful expression. He must not know! Phantom lets out an amused chortle, “Flattery is not going to work, she said. And yet here you are, red as a cherry! How adorable.” His mitten-like paw reaches out for Peach’s cheek, delicately turning her face towards him, with a tender caress. Rabbids, Peach learned, have very soft fur and, if they allow it, they can be quite a huggable sort. Cuddling a Rabbid would be the same as cuddling a favorite stuffed animal. Phantom was no different, other than his size. Peach could easily lay her head against his paw and admire the sheer texture of his fur. The mere act is so tempting. No! Don’t get distracted now! “It’s alright. There’s no need to be shy. Everyone loves compliments, especially from someone like me. Although I’m sure you receive compliments all the time, being the ruler of the Mushroom Kingdom and all.”, Phantom added, continuing to caress from her cheek down to her chin. Almost lost in his caress, Peach responded, “Yes, it’s true… but more out of respect, I believe. No one has ever told me that before.”

“Oh?”

“There’s always the usual: you’re so beautiful! Your highness, you look amazing as always! We are certain you can never lead us astray! But I have never heard anyone say anything about my strength.”

“Not even that plumber?”

“Of course, Mario does! He and Luigi have always cared for me, regardless of my royal blood. We’re friends!”

“Friends? I thought you and Mario were together.”

“No… we’re not, unlike what many people keep saying. Those are only rumors. Yes, I have kissed him on the forehead and nose, but that was more out of courtesy. A thank you for saving me from danger.”

“I see.”

“The whole relationship between me and Mario is more of “a princess and her knight in shining armor” fantasy created by my subjects. At first, I didn’t mind – rumors were rumors. They’re nothing but mere stories. But then, people started asking questions. I’m sure they were just curious, but… it’s like as if it’s an expectation. As if it is bound to happen one day. They’re just waiting for me to fall in love and marry Mario. I don’t even know about his thoughts on marriage.”

“Do you like him?”

“I mean… I just… well…”, Peach’s voice and mind trailed off into silence. Did she like Mario? Does she still like Mario? She has been with him for so long, and for so long she had always been grateful of his noble deeds. Her face twisted in a slight expression of confusion. Perhaps she does like him. Why wouldn’t she? And how could she not? Like she had said, he always cared for her. Mario had always been such a gentleman, not just towards her but towards everyone else. But once Phantom asked her that very question, Peach was conflicted. Phantom lifts her chin up towards his face, their eyes meeting each other’s gaze face to face. Peach had never seen his eyes up close in person. Time itself seemed to have stopped the very moment she saw them. Two sapphires gleaming in the candlelight, bright enough to pierce through the darkness and into her soul. Her breath is taken. Such splendid color renders her speechless. And what a tender gaze he has! Mario had made the same gaze, too, but it was only whenever she was in danger. Other than that, there wasn’t anything special. Or, at least, that’s what it seemed like.

Phantom softens into a sympathetic gaze; his eyes never leaving hers. After this moment of quiet contemplativeness, he finally spoke, “You don’t have to continue with any of that, you know. What good does it have? You’ve spent how long, ruling this kingdom, having this “knight in shining armor” come and rescue you every now and then, only to never reciprocate your feelings? It sounds like to me that Mario is oblivious! Terribly so, if he's causing you this much doubt and heartbreak. Why should you stay like this, my dear? Isn’t there something you desire? Something you crave, something you long for? Or should I say, someone? I can see in those pretty eyes of yours that you’re desperate. Lonely. In need of companionship. I sympathize with your troubles, and I confess, I carry a similar burden.”

“You do?”, Peach asked.

“Yes. You see, I am not like the others. No one has the same intellect as I have, let alone the ability to communicate properly and speak comprehensive sentences.”

“It’s true that Rabbids do have…. a limited amount of understanding. But maybe not all of them. Every Rabbid is unique in personality and interests. How you ever tried to socialize with them?”

“I have tried, but unfortunately, I found that you can’t share anything with anyone. You can’t have any interesting conversations with anyone. Once you do, they just gawk. What’s worse is that they don’t even sing like I do! As much as I adore the attention from my audiences….”

His voice fades, his paws quivering. His breathing slowly gets more frantic, his expression aching. He lets go of Peach’s chin and brings his attention towards his palms. Peach watches as Phantom’s entire body shakes, his chest almost heaving with such harshness. His sapphire eyes began to overflow with tears, leaving glistening streams down his cheeks. Peach’s heart shatters with every tear. She could not bear to see someone cry. To her, seeing someone burst into tears was unbearable, no matter who it was. Every now and then, Phantom inhales and exhales, trying to keep his composure, but to no avail. Peach inches closer to him, wanting to wipe his tears, but is stopped. “Ah, it drives me to madness just thinking about it!”, Phantom cries, his eyes closing shut. Suddenly a smile appears, revealing the gap between his buckteeth. He chuckles, “Maybe…. Maybe I already am mad… Mad with arduous desperation! With unbound lamentation!”

The ballroom darkens. Peach freezes once more, this time out of fear. Her skin crawls as the shadows she once tried to escape begin creeping back towards them. She could not look away. Helplessly, she watches as Phantom’s weeping transforms into an unhinged snicker. His paws close into fists and clutches his temple; his eyes still closed and brimming with tears. His low snickering turns into shaking laughter with a terrible force, breaking out of his closed-up throat. Covering his face, Phantom swallows, giving himself a moment to speak. He breathes, “Am I not of the same race as them? The same flesh as them, the same image as them? I am different, yes, but isn’t everyone? People talk of differences, they teach others of differences, and yet differences are what they fear. Fear of the unknown is prevalent, no matter how miniscule it can be. Differences are what people love and hate – why must it be like this? Why? For all these years, I have ventured this world alone! I have given all who come across me the chance to hear my music, talk of music, be one of music, but – nothing! Nothing but a few. But even those few, I never see them again.”

“Only a few? But I thought your singing would make you popular amongst the Rabbids.”, Peach said.

“I thought so, too. They hear me, but they don’t listen. They don’t listen! Hahaha… But you do. You listen. You listened to my music, and it brought you here! To me! At long last, you’re here with me!”

“….”

“We don’t have to be alone, princess. We seek companionship; why not have each other? I promise you more than just my music. You will be the monument to my art, the shining jewel of the stage – of the world! My dear, you are more than royalty to me. You are my dearest one, my precious rose, my muse! That is why I am here in this castle. I wanted to see you again, to see your beauty again. With every note I sing, every night, I see you in the moonlight. In the stars! In everything! I have waited for this moment for so long, your highness. Far too long. I can give you anything and everything you desire. Please…”

Suddenly Phantom clutches Peach’s body, and his eyes open, shooting a hard stare into her soul. Peach’s heart sinks into her chest. Her blood runs cold. Frozen once again as she finds herself gazing into a pair of gleaming crimson eyes. Eyes as deep as rubies – as human blood. In the pitch blackness of the room looms the giant, now in a deep trance, grasping the small frame of her body. Phantom’s demented yet pitiful grin still remains, “See me, your highness! Look at me! Tell me, my darling! How can one create a connection with someone when no one around you can understand who and what you are? Ah, princess! I am truly, utterly alone!”

With this outburst, Peach falls into unconsciousness. Realizing what he had done, Phantom wakes from his trance and catches her, letting her faint into his embrace. The princess had always been beautiful. But now, with her nightgown fitting onto her slender figure, her neck and shoulders exposed, she looked divine. Peaceful, like an angel. She is an angel. His eyes fade back into blue; his expression creased with worry. He curses to himself. If only he had kept his composure…

----

The castle guards found her shawl in the ballroom the next morning. Concern spread quickly like wildfire, and the fear of kidnapping came back once again among the servants. Talk of Bowser and Koopas and hellfire greeted the kingdom; a search party was made immediately. The commotion died down once they discovered their ruler, thankfully, within the castle. She was found lying on a velvet lounging chair, asleep, in one of the many chambers. Upon closer inspection, in her right hand, a single red rose with a black ribbon tied to it was placed within. Along with the ribbon was a small tag written in delicate penmanship:

Until we meet again.

[improvidence318]

i said screw it so here it is

howdy howdy, this is the anon with the 20’s lingo sheet. i don’t have a tumblr (though i wish i do tbh) and realized that i don’t know how to work shit on tumblr, so i’m just sending in the sheet through a text post. i am highly aware of the amount of power i’m bestowing upon you and honestly couldn’t give a damn

A

ab-so-lute-ly: affirmative all wet: incorrect And how!: I strongly agree! ankle: to walk, i.e.. “Let’s ankle!” apple sauce: flattery, nonsense, i.e.. “Aw, applesauce!” Attaboy!: well done!; also, Attagirl!

B

baby: sweetheart. Also denotes something of high value or respect. baby grand: heavily built man baby vamp: an attractive or popular female, student. balled up: confused, messed up. baloney: Nonsense! Bank’s closed.: no kissing or making out ie. “Sorry, mac, bank’s closed.” bearcat: a hot-blooded or fiery girl beat it: scram, get lost. beat one’s gums: idle chatter bee’s knee’s: terrific; a fad expression. Dozens of “animal anatomy” variations existed: elephant’s eyebrows, gnat’s whistle, eel’s hips, etc. beef: a complaint or to complain. beeswax: business, i.e. “None of your beeswax.” Student. bell bottom: a sailor bent: drunk berries: (1) perfect (2) money big cheese: important person big six: a strong man; from auto advertising, for the new and powerful six cylinder engines. bimbo: a tough guy bird: general term for a man or woman, sometimes meaning “odd,” i.e. “What a funny old bird.” blotto (1930 at the latest): drunk, especially to an extreme bootleg: illeagal liquor breezer (1925): a convertable car bug-eyed Betty (1927): an unattractive girl, student. bull: (1) a policeman or law-enforcement official, including FBI. (2) nonesense (3) to chat idly, to exaggerate bump off: to kill bum’s rush, the: ejection by force from an establishment bunny (1925): a term of endearment applied to the lost, confused, etc. Often coupled with “poor little.” bus: any old or worn out car.

C

cake-eater: a lady’s man caper: a criminal act or robbery. cat’s meow: great, also “cat’s pajamas” and “cat’s whiskers” cash: a kiss Cash or check?: Do we kiss now or later? cast a kitten: to have a fit. Used in both humorous and serious situations. i.e. “Stop tickling me or I’ll cast a kitten!” Also, “have kittens.” cheaters: eye glasses check: Kiss me later. chewing gum: double-speak, or ambiguous talk. choice bit of calico: attractive female, student. chopper: a Thompson Sub-Machine Gun, due to the damage its heavy .45 caliber rounds did to the human body.  chunk of lead: an unnattractive female, student. clam: a dollar coffin varnish: bootleg liquor, often poisonous. copacetic: excellent crasher: a person who attends a party uninvited crush: infatuation cuddler: one who likes to make out

D

daddy: a young woman’s boyfriend or lover, especially if he’s rich. daddy-o: a term of address dame: a female. Did not gain widespread use until the 1930’s. dapper: a Flapper’s dad darb: a great person or thing. “That movie was darb.” dead soldier: an empty beer bottle. deb: a debutant. dewdropper: a young man who sleeps all day and doesn’t have a job. dogs: feet doll: an attractive woman. dolled up: dressed up don’t know from nothing: doesn’t have any information don’t take any wooden nickels: don’t do anything stupid. doublecross: to cheat, stab in the back. dough: money drugstore cowboy: A well-dressed man who loiters in public areas trying to pick up women. dry up: shut up, get lost ducky: very good dumb Dora: an absolute idiot, a dumbbell, especially a woman; flapper.

E

earful: enough egg: a person who lives the big life

F

face stretcher: an old woman trying to look young fella: fellow. As common in its day as “man,” “dude,” or “guy” is today. “That John sure is a swell fella.” fire extinguisher: a chaperone fish: (1) a college freshman (2) a first timer in prison flat tire: a bore flivver: a Model T; after 1928, also could mean any broken down car. floorflusher: an insatiable dancer flour lover: a girl with too much face powder fly boy: a glamorous term for an aviator For crying out loud!: same usage as today four-flusher: a person who feigns wealth while mooching off others.

G

gams (1930): legs gatecrasher: see “crasher” get-up (1930): an outfit. get a wiggle on: get a move on, get going get in a lather: get worked up, angry giggle water: booze gimp: cripple; one who walks with a limp.  Gangster Dion O’Bannion was called Gimpy due to his noticeable limp. gin mill: a seller of hard liquor; a cheap speakeasy glad rags: “going out on the town” clothes go chase yourself: get lost, scram. gold-digger (1925): a woman who pursues men for their money. goods, the: (1) the right material, or a person who has it (2) the facts, the truth, i.e. “Make sure the cops don’t get the goods on you.” goof: (1) a stupid or bumbling person, (2) a boyfriend, flapper. goofy: in love grummy: depressed grungy: envious

H

handcuff: engagement ring hard-boiled: tough, as in, a tough guy, ie: “he sure is hard-boiled!” hayburner: (1) a gas guzzling car (2) a horse one loses money on heavy sugar (1929): a lot of money heebie-jeebies (1926): “the shakes,” named after a hit song. heeler: a poor dancer high hat: a snob. hip to the jive: cool, trendy hit on all sixes: to perform 100 per cent; as “hitting on all six cylinders”; perhaps a more common variation in these days of four cylinder engines was “hit on all fours”.  See “big six”. hood (late 20s): hoodlum hooey:  nonsense. Very popular from 1925 to 1930, used somewhat thereafter. hop: a teen party or dance Hot dawg!: Great!; also: “Hot socks!"  Rarely spelled as shown outside of flapper circles until popularized by 1940s comic strips. hot sketch: a card or cut-up

I

"I have to go see a man about a dog.”: “I’ve got to leave now,” often meaning to go buy whiskey. icy mitt: rejection insured: engaged iron (1925): a motorcycle, among motorcycle enthusiasts iron one’s shoelaces: to go to the restroom ish kabibble (1925): a retort meaning “I should care."  Was the name of a musician in the Kay Kayser Orchestra of the 1930s.

J

jack: money Jake: great, ie. "Everything’s Jake.” Jalopy: a dumpy old car Jane: any female java: coffee jeepers creepers: a term of exclamation jitney: a car employed as a private bus. Fare was usually five-cents; also called a “nickel.” joe: coffee Joe Brooks: a perfectly dressed person; student. john: a toilet joint: establishment juice joint: a speakeasy

K

kale: money keen: appealing killjoy: a solemn person knock up: to make pregnant know one’s onions: to know one’s business or what one is talking about

L

lay off: cut the crap left holding the bag: (1) to be cheated out of one’s fair share (2) to be blamed for something let George do it: a work evading phrase level with me: be honest limey: a British soldier or citizen, from World War I line: a false story, as in “to feed one a line.” live wire: a lively person lollapalooza (1930): a humdinger lollygagger: (1) a young man who enjoys making out (2) an idle person

M

manacle: wedding ring mazuma: money milquetoast (1924): a very timid person; from the comic book character Casper mind your potatoes: mind your own business. mooch: to leave moonshine: homemade whiskey mop: a handkerchief munitions: face powder

N

neck: to kiss passionately necker: a girl who wraps her arms around her boyfriend’s neck. nifty: great, excellent noodle juice: tea Not so good!: I personally disapprove. “Now you’re on the trolley!”: Now you’ve got it, now you’re right.

O

off one’s nuts: crazy Oh yeah!: I doubt it! old boy: a male term of address, used in conversation with other males. Denoted acceptance in a social environment.  Also “old man” “old fruit.” “How’s everything old boy?” Oliver Twist: a skilled dancer on a toot: a drinking binge on the lam: fleeing from police on the level: legitimate, honest on the up and up: on the level orchid: an expensive item ossified: drunk owl: a person who’s out late

P

palooka: (1) a below-average or average boxer (2) a social outsider, from the comic strip character Joe Palooka, who came from humble ethnic roots panic: to produce a big reaction from one’s audience percolate: (1) to boil over (2) As of 1925, to run smoothly; “perk” pet: necking, only more; making out petting pantry: movie theater piffle: baloney piker: (1) a cheapskate (2) a coward pill: (1) a teacher (2) an unlikable person pinch: to arrest. Pinched: to be arrested. pinko: liberal pipe down: stop talking prom-trotter: a student who attends all school social functions pos-i-lute-ly: affirmative, also “pos-i-tive-ly” punch the bag: small talk putting on the ritz: after the Ritz Hotel in Paris (and its namesake Caesar Ritz); doing something in high style. Also “ritzy.”

Q

R

rag-a-muffin: a dirty or disheveled individual rain pitchforks: a downpour razz: to make fun of Real McCoy: a genuine item regular: normal, typical, average; “Regular fella.” Reuben: an unsophisticated country bumpkin. Also “rube” Rhatz!: How disappointing! rub: a student dance party rubes: money or dollars rummy: a drunken bum

S

sap: a fool, an idiot. Very common term in the 20s. says you: a reaction of disbelief scratch: money screaming meemies: the shakes screw: get lost, get out, etc. Occasionally, in pre 1930 talkies (such as The Broadway Melody) screw is used to tell a character to leave. One film features the line “Go on, go on – screw!"  screwy: crazy; "You’re screwy!” sheba: one’s girlfriend sheik: one’s boyfriend simolean: a dollar sinker: a doughnut sitting pretty: in a prime position skirt: an attractive female smarty: a cute flapper smudger: a close dancer sockdollager: an action having a great impact so’s your old man: a reply of irritation speakeasy: a bar selling illeagal liquor spill: to talk spoon: to neck, or at least talk of love static: (1) empty talk (2) conflicting opinion stilts: legs struggle: modern dance stuck on: in love, student. sugar daddy: older boyfriend who showers girlfriend with gifts swanky: (1) good (2) elegant swell: (1) good (2) a high class person

T

take someone for a ride: to take someone to a deserted location and murder them. tasty: appealing teenager: not a common term until 1930; before then, the term was “young adults.” tell it to Sweeney: tell it to someone who’ll believe it. tight: attractive Tin Pan Alley: the music industry in New York, located between 48th and 52nd Streets tomato: a “ripe” female torpedo: a hired thug or hitman

U

unreal: special upchuck: to vomit upstage: snobby

V

vamp: (1) a seducer of men, an aggressive flirt (2) to seduce voot: money

W

water-proof: a face that doesn’t require make-up wet blanket: see Killjoy wife: dorm roomate, student. What’s eating you?: What’s wrong? whoopee: wild fun Woof! Woof!: ridicule

X

Y

You slay me!: That’s funny!

Z

zozzled: drunk

  have fun.

[mcmystery]

Side by Side

(Mr. Brunswick is invited to a Schnee party, luckily he was given an extra invitation to bring a guess if he choose to do so. Cerise enters the party first before he does, how shall this night go?)

Arriving to the Schnee manor, Cerise followed the other guests into the main hall. Her breath was taken away by the spacious hall that was trickling in fancy guests who huddled into small groups, forming conversations and proper greetings. "Welcome, please help yourself to the food and drinks." A servant spoke to Cerise, as she was idle near the entrance of the room. "T-thank you..." she smiled and walked more into the hall. She wore a slim cherry red colored dress, that exposed her shoulders and some of her chest with a V-neck lining. The dress bottom flowed gracefully as she walked; exposing her left middle thigh down with an elegant slit that displayed her simple sophisticated black heels. As she wandered into the hall, she eyed the tables decorated with different unique spreads of hors d'oeuvres of the likes. "May I offer you a beverage?" A waiter asked Cerise, disturbing her trance of the lavish party. She saw the tray of drinks and picked one up. "Thank you!" She smiled and humbly thanked the waiter who left, repeating his question to another guest. Cerise took a sip from the glass. It tasted of a light sweet champagne. Cerise stood alone watching the crowds gather as women giggled and men shook hands or nodded with a greeting. Cerise felt completely out of place, and stood alone, sipping her champagne in small intervals, and thinking to herself. "There sure are a lot of fancy beautiful people here. I wonder when he’ll be coming in... I feel weird just being here by myself."

"Not enjoying the party?" A voice spoke from a short distance. Cerise jolted out of her inner monologue and turned to see the man she adored just a few feet away from her, also holding a glass of champagne. Cerise took a step closer to him, but he spoke out calmly halting her progression. "Best we stay separated for part of the evening. Till everyone starts to mingle more." He took a sip from his glass and kept his gaze towards the random crowd. Cerise stepped back to her place and held her glass tightly between her hands feeling awkward. "R-right..." He glanced over to her and saw her downcast appearance, "Remember, I'm supposed to be here alone this evening. The man who invited me was gracious enough to extend me a guest invitation, but I don’t think it would be wise for others to see us together. Keeping up appearances is part of my job." He spoke in a whisper, though loud enough for only Cerise's ears. Cerise looked down to her glass and watched the bubbles rise to the surface, while her feelings felt the opposite and sank down; disappointed that she wouldn't be able to spend this evening like she thought with him. She forgot about his position amongst Huntsmen and how it might seem inappropriate for him to be here with a guest like her. Especially someone so out of her element in a place like this. "Why don't you mingle around?" Mr. Brunswick stated. "Bound to meet some interesting people." "Mm... yeah, I guess so. I just feel like I stick out here." Cerise confessed. "Well, that red dress really suits you. Of course, you'll stick out.” He mentioned holding his stare away from her but grinned at his comments. “I'm sure you've already captured the attention of some individuals." Grinning as he held his posture straight as he took another sip. Cerise's cheeks blushed a bit at his compliments, though the only attention she wanted to grab was his. She didn't really care much for the others here. But as she scanned the room, she saw some individuals already eyeing her direction. Before Cerise could comment on his statement she was interrupted by an older man's voice. "Young (Mr. Brunswick’s first name)! Glad you could make it." The man was accompanied by another older man, a very particular one, dressed in a white tux and slicked back dark hair that was graying a bit under the back and slightly on the sides. "Greetings again, Professor Roothorn." Mr. Brunswick greeted in a professional tone. Cerise's heart raced a bit by the exhibition of how professional his tone changed. "Jacques, this is (First Name) Brunswick. Our new addition to our little group. I've extended the invitation to him, thought it would be nice for you two to meet." The man titled, Professor Roothorn, turned to Mr. Brunswick. "This is Jacques Schnee of the Schnee dust company. Of course, our handsome host of the evening." The gentleman, Jacques, fixed his tie a bit at the compliment, "Ho-ho, it’s too early in the evening for your flattery, Professor." Jacque said, "But I won't stop you from keeping them coming!" The two men laughed as Mr. Brunswick smiled, "It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Schnee. Quite the lovely home you have. I'm thoroughly impressed by the architecture." "Yes, well, its part of my wife's side of the family, but I have added my own personal touches here and there. But jumping off the topic, I've heard your quite the skilled Huntsmen yourself, young man." "Ah, well... hard work and perseverance go hand in hand..." Mr. Brunswick gave a quick glanced to Cerise. She got the hint, or at least an idea of it and walked away. She headed towards the table lavished with food and rare dishes. Cerise eyed a few of the unusual treats and wasn't sure what to get, fearing she wouldn't like it and end up stuck with a plate of uneaten food. She trailed her way down the long table when an unknown voice spoke to her. "Can't decide?" A male’s voice spoke next to her. Cerise looked up to see a young man peering at the table as well. A light brown hair individual who wore a fitted deep royal blue suit, along with matching vest and tie that carried the same blue color with a shimmer to its texture. "Kinda hard to choose when everything here looks so odd." Cerise giggled at his comment, more out of nervousness. The young man smiled and turned his attention more to her. "Marlott." He held out his hand. Cerise stared at it and slowly reached out to shake it, "Cerise." She pulled her hand away before he made any attempts. "Cerise? That's a cute name." Marlott commented trying to read her reaction. Cerise took another sip from her drinking trying to play off the awkwardness she felt from his compliment. "Marlott's interesting too." She glanced at him then back at the food. "Well, it’s okay." He mentioned while grabbing a small sample of food. "Mm.” He hummed as he ate the sample and his face winced slightly, “Don’t try that one, not so good. Trust me." He chuckled and displayed a flirty smile Cerise pushed a giggle. "Say, you here alone tonight?” He turned his head to her, as she turned to his question. “I'll keep you company?" Marlott asked as he closed the gap a bit between them slightly, making it seem like he was looking more at the samples of food near her. Cerise took a small step back as if readjusting her stance and kept her arms up to her chest, holding onto her drink a bit firmly. "Oh well, I actually came here with..." she was about to point at the man she most admired and saw him in a good conversation between Professor Roothorn and Jacque Schnee. She remembers what he spoke about, wanting to appearing being alone this night. "I was… invited by someone as a guest. We’re not really together, together..." "Well, I'm here? I'll be your date for the evening." He gave a smirk to her, looking down her dress and back up to her with a grin. "Ah, well..." Cerise, began awkwardly. During his conversation between Professor Roothorn and Jacques, Mr. Brunswick noticed Cerise talking to another young man. He saw how he looked at her, smiling. He became curious to what Cerise's expression was and what she might be saying to make that young individual smile at her. The other men noticed his distracted attention and followed his gaze. Roothorn spoke first, "Quite a few lovely women tonight. Any catch your eye?” When Mr. Brunswick didn’t reply because of his fixation of the view of Cerise and the unknown young man, Roothorn pinpointed his focus, “Are you interested in the one in red dress?"

Jacques swayed his glass in small circles as he looked to that direction as well, “That one certainly stands out.” He took a drink from his glass, “Perhaps she’s looking for some attention, poor thing. Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve heard couples hit it off at our parties.” Mr. Brunswick pried his eyes away from Cerise's as much as he tried but the men before him kept their comments coming. Roothorn chuckled, "We’ll your parties are a perfect place to network, Jacques. Also, a good place for the young love to mingle, haha.”

Mr. Brunswick, while still maintaining his composure, couldn’t help clenching his jaw a bit at the thought of Cerise mingling in the way the two men were describing. He did tell her to do so. So why was seeing her talking to another individual, especially one who smiled at her with obvious intentions, tugging at him. He wants Cerise to experience meeting other people, making friends, bonds and culturing herself.

He noticed the induvial advance a bit toward Cerise and she stepped away ever so slightly. This sort of eased his mind.

“Hm, at least the lad’s trying.” Roothorn spoke, still on the subject.

“Some women like playing hard to get.” Jacques commented, “I know my wife did.” He chortled, drinking the remaining champagne from his glasses.

The concerns flared back up. Perhaps she was doing this? But it feels out of her character to do so. Maybe he didn’t know her well enough to see that side of her. Though, she seemed straight forward with him, especially making it aware about her feelings towards him. Could she be trying to redirect those feelings to another individual? Maybe someone who’s opened to accepting them and giving them back so easily, like that gentleman she’s speaking to. These questions put weight on his chest. He knows that she’s honest. She’s bold and open to people, so kindhearted and always willing to help those in need. Perhaps keeping her in limbo about his reply to her feelings wasn’t good at all. But what is he supposed to tell her? Being a huntsman, having this job, it’s too risky to get people involved. Involved with his duties, involved in his life. He’s come to appreciate her company, find comfort in it. Though is that all she is to him? Comfort? Decent company? Or is there something more that he feared. Becoming attached and losing it all.

Music began to play in the large hall and the tunes of the instruments bounced all around the walls. Couples started heading to the floor and commenced in formal dancing. Some men approached women and took their hands to the dance floor. Some women approached the men and had them lead the pair to the floor. “E-excuse me?” A young woman approached the three men, breaking Mr. Brunswick from his deep thoughts. She stood in front of the three but most of her direction was pointed towards him. “I would like a dance.” She spoke with confidence as she looked directly at Mr. Brunswick with a soft smile.

“Apolog-” He began his decline as Professor Roothorn pushed him towards the young woman.

“Go on, lad! Live a little! Can’t go denying a woman who approach you so honestly.” Roothorn boasted with a hearty laugh.

Mr. Brunswick halted before being pushed too close to the unknown young lady. Approaches me so honestly. He held that statement and peered over to Cerise’s direction. The young lady before him blushed a bit at the closeness but brought her hand out. He gave a half smile as he handed over his glass to Professor Roothorn. He took the young lady’s hand and guided her to the dance floor. As they stood before each other, he did a traditional bow as she curtsied, then began their dance with the rest of the prancing crowd.

“Well… I’m fine not having a date tonight. Just trying to mingle,” Cerise emphasized the word mingle with an awkward playful tone, “and meet some new people, I suppose.”

“Aw, come on. I’m not so bad…” Marlott trailed off his sentence as music started to flood the air. Cerise also caught this and watched as couples began to spread across the floor and sway to the melody of the tunes.

Both watched as soon as the floor swirled with dancing partners and flowy dresses. Cerise glanced over to the man that was always on her mind and saw him taking the hand of a young women. Her heart sank as she watched them start to dance and follow the pattern of the others.

She looked back down to her glass, rubbing the rim of it with her thumb and stayed in dull stated. Marlott took notice and pouted because of her silence and retreat. He looked around a bit but didn’t really find anyone else who gained his attention like how Cerise did. He looked back to her.

“Let’s mingle then. How about a dance? I’m pretty light on my feet.” He tuned playfully. Drawing out his hand to her. Cerise looked at it, then to Marlott, which brought her attention back to the dance floor seeing her unrequited love dance away, and then to her hand. Which to only her view saw the red string sway with his movements away from her.

Cerise held her glass with both hands again. “Sorry…” She gave an apologetic smile up at Marlott, “I don’t really feel like dancing... Thank you though.”

Marlott awkwardly kept his hand out, “You sure…? I promise it’ll be fun.”

“That’s kind of you, but no thank you.” She stated a bit firmer and gave a painful smile.

Marlott frowned a bit but shrugged his shoulders, retreating his hands into his pockets. “Alright then.” He looked away from her and saw some other choices to choose from. “Well, later then.”

Cerise looked up as he strode away towards another group of young women.

During Mr. Brunswick’s dance with his unknown partner, he took slight glances towards where he last saw Cerise. He saw the man close to her take an advance again towards her. He became fixated on their body language. The gentleman appeared to be asking her to dance. Mr. Brunswick turned away during the traditional dance but came back to seeing Cerise declining the invitation and the young man walking away from her. She only looked down at her glass and held herself reserved. No usual upbeat smile, no glimmering eyes of excitement. Just there standing, alone.

He stopped his dance and took a bow to his partner. “It was lovely dancing with you, thank you for your time.” Giving his thanks with kindness to the young lady. The young woman, flustered by the sudden halt, replied with curtsy and a jumbled thank you as she watched him walk towards the table of sample dishes.

Cerise kept her head down as she watched the red string, only visible to her sway little by little until it stopped and stayed still pointing forward. Curious by the movements she looked up. Mr. Brunswick approached Cerise and offer his hand to her. She looked at it a bit puzzled.

“Would you be interested in a dance?” He asked with a slight natural charm.

"Um... are you sure?” She spoke in a hushed tone. “I thought you wanted to seem like you came here alone tonight?" He raised his eyebrows surprised that she didn't jump at the chance to dance. Instead he saw her become more reserved and holding her glass closer to her. He gave an apologetic smile, feeling bad for putting her in this situation when he invited her to tonight's event; knowing she was looking forward to having a nice time. "Well, I've already danced with someone tonight. I'm sure no one would think twice about me mingling this evening. Dancing away with lovely young ladies." Again, holding out his hand. Cerise looked at it and gave a small smile, she cued a waiter over to take her empty glass and as the waiter left, she turned to the tall gentleman in front of her. Heart fluttering and with a growing smile, she placed her hand in his and he guided her to the dance floor. As they entered the floor, he stopped in front of Cerise. Other couples danced around them with the music. Cerise stood there a bit awkward as he did a small bow and lent his hand out again. Out of instinct Cerise gave him a low high five. Smacking it loudly with earnest feelings. Mr. Brunswick's eyes widen a bit of embarrassment as the slapping sound caught some of the dancing couple’s attention and gave Cerise some odd looks. He leaned down towards to her and whispered, "Cerise? Do you not know how to dance?" Cerise straightened up, with a glee smile and hands on her hip as she replied, "Oh, I know how to dance. It’s just back home we dance more like..." pointing up, giving him a comedic thinking bubble of her and some villagers dancing freely to upbeat music. She brought his attention back as the thought bubble popped, leaning towards him, and coving the side of her mouth as though sharing a gossip, "Seriously, is there a special class everyone here takes to dance the same?" He chuckled at her statement. He saw some truth to what she meant, though these dances are just passed down from generation to generation from what he knows. "It’s just something everyone learns to pick up. Here." Taking her hand in his and placed her other hand on his shoulder. He took her waist and brought them a bit closer which placed a subtle blush on Cerise's cheek. "Think of this as when we train. Follow my movements. I'll go slowly." He grinned as he began to step into the dance steps. Cerise looked down at his feet to watch his steps. She carefully followed but stumbled a bit here and there trying to memorize the movements. Slowly she caught on to the pattens of the steps, grinning as she got the hang of it. "That's good, now a twirl." He mentioned and let the space between them drift apart so Cerise could be guided into the twirl. She smiled at the feeling as she came back to their original position and continued their steps. Cerise giggled as she followed his steps a bit easier now. "See you got it." He smiled as they danced in place a bit. "Now, let's follow the rest of them, shall we?" "Okay!" Cerise peered up at him with glimmer in her eyes at this fun new experience. He took the lead and they danced along with the rest of the couples. They made fun graceful strides. Cerise laughed at the fun sensation of being dipped here and twirled there. Her dancing partner had fun as well; enjoying her amusement in the dance and how bright and blissful her smile really suited her nature. He was impressed by her quick learning as she gracefully took the steps and made them her own. Adding a charm to every turn, a skip to every step. She really did know how to dance and adapted it to her own personality. At this point he wasn't sure what made his heart race: the dancing or Cerise's fun and carefree nature. He lost sight of the outside world, lost sight of the people, the place. He only kept Cerise in his view and nothing else caught his attention. Even his worries and regrets, his duties became faint in his mind. He so badly wanted this feeling to continue, no worries or concerns. Just this blissful feeling, this moment he felt like himself and only himself. Seeing her prance at his side, being by her side made his heart pound that much more. He swung her out, still holding hands tightly and pulled her back in to him, as she did a few twirls till he caught her, she brought her arm to wrap behind his neck for support and finished their dance with a soft dip that froze in place. Cerise looked up at him as he held her. Her eyes dilated as she gazed into those eyes that made her heart soar. He kept his eyes on hers and appreciated the deep blue color that calmed his heart and soul. He caught his breath a bit as a confession was about to spill out, "I..." Clapping soon erupted all around them. Both Cerise and him looked around and noticed everyone clapping from the presentation of their dance along with the other couples. He brought himself and Cerise back up during the applause.  Clearing his throat and gave a small bow to Cerise. She mimicked the other women and gave an awkward curtsy. As they left the dance floor to find something to drink, Cerise gave him a shy glance. He seemed to be catching his breath a bit, but his face still looked composed. She on the other hand felt her face flustered, hopefully he believed it was from dancing, but to her it was more than just that. "I'll, um... get us some refreshments." He looked over to her, "Would you like something to drink?" Cerise nodded with a bit of embarrassment as she still felt her face hot. "M-mhm!" He smiled back and hesitated to leave her side but pulled himself away to retrieve a beverage for her. Cerise watched him stroll away, already missing his presence. Watching his back as his dark messy hair made her heart swell. She quickly followed behind him and caught his sleeve. He turned gently to see her. "Maybe it's okay to go with you? I'm sure no one would think twice about you having a good time this evening, mingling with a young lady you just danced with..." Cerise looked down hiding her blush and smitten smile. He grinned, "Of course. Shall we?" He hinted towards the drinks. Cerise nodded looking up at him. She stayed by his side and he stayed by hers. And for the rest of the evening they stayed side by side.

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Jamil’s Guide to Get the Okay From Your S/O’s Parents HC

HC on how Jamil Dealt w/ Everyone when trying to get Permission to Date Reader

*Continue ver. Of Jamil and His Adventure with Romance HC

·       So, you would think that since the 1st year crew witnessed the confession, you and Jamil would be dating right? Haha, wrong

·       Deuce and Epel would be giving Jamil death glares every time he says hi to you when meeting each other in the hallways, giving light kisses on the cheek or forehead, or even approaching you in general

·       The two would pick a fight with Jamil, making delinquent-like facial expressions and cracking their knuckles going as far as to even growl when Jamil doesn’t stop walking up towards you

·       They felt like dads that were about to give up their kid to some evil maniac, tainting their once innocent child to a “I hate you Dad” delinquent – and they weren’t having that. Excuse you, I raised that kid and you’re about to ruin all my hardwork? F*** you, like hell I’m letting you do that

·       Jamil would get annoyed by it. But, he would hold back his sneer since he knew that you treasure your friends, and he literally just started dating you (although Deuce and Epel would like to say otherwise). Yeah, no, he’s not willing to get dumped when their relationship hasn’t even lasted a day

·       He would let his tongue use its magic, not his unique magic, but its flattering magic in hopes to convince Deuce and Epel to let him at least get a foot closer to you

·       And to the horrors of Dad #1 and #2, they nearly fell for it. Nearly. That is until Ace comes in to save the day

·       Ace would make it seem like he approved of you and Jamil at first. At first

·       Out of all 5 of them though, he was  #2 most overprotective dad 

·       He’s seen your ups and your downs. And he was freaking saved by you not once, but twice. Not only that, but you tolerate his jerky-side and continued to support him nonstop. He cares about you and wants you to be in good hands, not get hurt

·       After witnessing Jamil’s true side and how much of a jerk he was to Kalim, yeah, Jamil was added to Ace’s black list. Now that he’s dating you though? He’s on the hit list now

·       And to emphasize that Jamil would never get his approval, Ace would take you somewhere else whenever Jamil ends up arguing with Deuce and Epel

·       Jamil would notice it right away, and try to get through or at least stop it, but Deuce and Epel, following the plan the 1st year squad created, would continue to block his way, even going as far as to insult how ugly he looked when he was OB. Which was taboo.

·       The duo would then be facing a pissed Jamil, who gets angrier when he sees Ace sticking his tongue or giving a knowing-smirk behind his shoulder as he takes you far, far away from him

·       And every. time. it. happens. Jamil would be tempted to use his unique magic. The only reasons he wouldn’t were because of 1. You, 2. He just got over OBing and wasn’t dumb enough to use it when he wasn’t done recovering, and 3. You

·       If Ace was bad, Jamil had it worse with Sebek

·       Surprisingly, the half-demon/half-human was #1 most overprotective dad

·       When Sebek watched how Jamil betray Kalim, he felt betrayed and angered

·       He thought him and Jamil were similar, with the want of wanting to protect their master while feeling honored to stay by their sides

·       After watching the magicam, he was already ready to take down Jamil. But boy oh boy did he had the guts to date you

·       Sebek: PREPARE TO DIE SNAKE Jamil: WHAT THE ACTUALLY F- Kalim: NO CURSING JAMIL! Well, at least not in front of your s/o Jamil: … F-Duck

·       Sebek wouldn’t hold back and literally tries to kill Jamil while Jamil runs away, screaming profanities left and right. Sebek wouldn’t admit it even in his death, but he holds you close to his heart

·       Jack, being the nicest of the five, would interview Jamil, interrogating him to T. He’s also the one that gives the okay sign to attack Jamil once he sees that the coast is clear

·       When Jamil talks with Jack, it goes more or less smoothly except for some bumps along the way

·       Jack: You better watch your back, if you ever hurt [Y/N]… Jamil: Do you expect me to actually take you seriously? I bet I can beat you even when you’re using your unique magic Jack: Even in front of [Y/N]? Jamil: You’re becoming more like your dorm leader Jack: You do realize that I’m the easiest one to get permission right? Jamil: Did I ever mention that your unique magic makes you look majestic. Honestly, I admire it

·       In the end Jamil does get Jack’s permission to date you. And thanks to that, he was able to get Deuce and Epel’s permission more or less. If you take out the threats and insults and him nearly getting caught by you when he was about to roast them

·       Just when he finally, and miraculously, finished getting all the first years’ permission, someone taps him on the shoulder. When he turns around and sees the rest of the dorms, his face turns pale

·       Are you kidding him? Why the actual crap are they involved? Just let him date you for gosh sake!

·       Out of all the dorms he had the easiest time to get approval, it was Heartslabyul

·       Riddle was similar to Jack, where he interrogated Jamil, probing around to see what were his true intentions of dating you

·       After the whole, intense event, Jamil was able to prove that he wanted to date you out of love and adoration he held for you. To be completely fair, he had no choice but to give honest answers since Riddle had used his unique magic on him, while Cater was filming him with his phone and Trey, who he thought would be the softest one of the three, was giving him a glare that could potentially put the devil to shame

·       The talk with Octavinelle was just a shaming session. They would continue saying “shame on you for so and so” or “you really think you could date [Y/N], when you’re only going to do this and this”, listing everything he had done in chapter 4. When they mentioned you not liking guys that would scream “DOKAN! NICE SHOT!”, he wanted to just dig a hole

·       Pomefiore though made Octavinelle seem like a baby. Until then, Jamil thought he had the sharpest tongue in the school. But that obviously wasn’t the case

·       He found it strange that Vil had politely asked him to stop by his dorm so they could talk, and thought that if he used his flattery again, he’ll at least easily get approval

·       The blows Jamil faced was too much though. Vil and Rook, when they want to roast someone – they don’t hold back

·       Jamil’s pride was completely trampled to the point he wasn’t able to get up. From judging his taste in fashion to criticizing how he looked when he Obed - and what do you mean he looked like Juju?! He looks nothing like that dumb snake! His looks, at the least, is decent compared to the rest of the school! WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE’S JUJU?!?!?!?

·       Vil: Honestly you just remind me of that one snake that always sticks its tongue out on the side of its tongue from that one voodoo movie Jamil: What? I’m not that dumb snake! Vil: You’re right. That’s just an insult to the poor thing. You look like Jafar

·       We don’t talk about Savanaclaw. Don’t mention it to him, don’t try to ask about it to him, don’t bring it up to him

·       Jamil: Why the hell do I need to get approval from you? Leona: Is that how you’re going to talk to their parents when you ask for their permission to date [Y/N]? Jamil: At least they’ll like me unless a pathetic cat who’s only liked by a kid Leona: … “I am hunger. I am thirst. I am which steals your tomorrow –”

·       Honestly, Jamil didn’t know why you didn’t mention that you were friends with Malleus Draconia? That guy isn’t your “cute, kind and shy Tsunataro”!!!! He’s THE Malleus Draconia!!!!!

·       Jamil has felt fear before. He’s familiar with it. He felt it when Kalim was about to die from poisoning, when Kalim fell his magic carpet, when he found an assassin disguised as a servant, waiting to kill Kalim in his sleep. But the fear he had for the Diasomnia dorm tops all that.

·       He never would’ve thought that out Silver, Malleus, and Lilia, he would be most scared of Lilia

·       What baby face? What about him talking like a grandpa? All Jamil sees is Satan in a body of a dark fae 

·       When he was able to finally leave their dorm, he nearly fainted from the sheer pressure they emitted. They do not hold back on their blood lust. Whoever gets on their bad side, his condolences. You aren’t going to survive

·       When you greet him from the dorm’s entrance, he demands you to spoil him for a week while resting his head on your shoulder and hugging you tightly

·       When you hug him back just as tight, and patted his head while saying he did good, it reminds him why he still did it and that everything was worth it. Your mere presence was enough for him, yet when you comfort him? It was the best thing ever

·       After resting and spending a whole day with you (it ended up becoming more of a therapy session for his newly formed PTSD from Diasomnia), he prepares himself to face the final boss: Kalim

·       Despite Kalim already telling him that he supported their relationship, Jamil knew better than to just leave things at that

·       Jamil was aware how precious you were to Kalim especially when he heard Kalim saying you were his bffl right after Jamil

·       When he heard how you helped Kalim become more honest with his feelings and spent time hanging out with him when he was lonely, the feeling of guilt crashed into Jamil

·       It was times like this that he’s reminded how much of a jerk he was towards Kalim and that he should do a better job giving Kalim the respect he deserves

·       So, when he approached Kalim and asked Kalim’s approval, the conversation between Kalim and Jamil ended up being another heart-to-heart conversation with Jamil wanting to actually gain approval as someone Kalim would honestly support, not because he was his best friend

·       In the beginning, their talk resembled that of a person consulting a relationship counselor when Jamil was talking about his honest opinion of him dating you, his feelings for you and how he honestly felt nervous around you. Despite his calm and chill demeanor, Jamil talked about how he was scared of hurting you. Even if it wasn’t his intention, he was scared that he might screw up

·       Kalim, being someone who knew him the best, would point out everything good about Jamil, and Jamil would forever hold it a secret in his heart, but when Kalim mention how Jamil was someone he would trust despite everything that happened

·       The conversation shifts  towards them telling each other how much the other changed and developed after the whole Chapter 4 incident

·       When Kalim brought up how he learned to be more observant and considerate towards him, Jamil felt his heart beat faster from the nervousness and guilt. Jamil wanted to tell him that Kalim did more than enough, that he was, other than you, the only person in the world who would ever give him honest praises. That Kalim would forever be his irreplaceable friend

·       Yet, Jamil could only hold back seeing how this was going to a rare moment that Kalim actually opens up and spills everything that was piling inside of him. And if he interrupted, he knew that Kalim would end up stop talking about it, and how was he going to know that Kalim is actually okay with him dating you when it hasn’t even been a few days since the two of them went back becoming buddies?

·       When Kalim starts talking about how closely he holds Jamil and you to his heart, and that he wants to see the two of you becoming happy, Jamil would deny the fact that he was tearing up. Nope you’re just seeing things, Kalim, I’m not about to cry. I said I’m fine, Kalim no seriously I’m okay Kalim-

·       When he sees you coming out of your hiding spot from Kalim’s room, he surprised

·       You confess to Jamil that you came to also gain Kalim’s approval just a few hours before he had arrived, but stayed back out of your concern for him

·       When you noticed how Jamil started to look offended and thought you were suspicious of him using his unique magic on Kalim like he did before, you clarified and mentioned how Jamil looked nervous, heck more nervous then the time he had to talk to Diasomnia which led you to stay back and morally support him

·       Jamil would try to hide his blush, embarrassed and touched that you stayed back for him

·       He pulls up his hood, press it down firmly on to his head, pulls the strings until his face wasn’t visible, and he lied there in ball position

·       It took you and Kalim a good hour to coax Jamil to get him off the ground, and another hour to get him to take off his hood