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shachaai · 2 months ago

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[Hetalia Version] The Lindworm’s Lullaby

Chapters: 2/14 Rating: Explicit (For Gore) Main Relationships: Arthur Kirkland (England)/Gabriel Cardoso Fernandes (Portugal) Characters: Arthur Kirkland (England), Gabriel Cardoso Fernandes (Portugal), Original Child Character(s), Ludwig Beilschmidt (Germany), Julia Blumenschien (Fem Prussia), Kiku Honda (Japan), Lovino Vargas (South Italy), Assorted Others Other Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Human AU, FBI Murder Mystery/Thriller, Case Fic, Adapted from a Hannibal Fic, Baby Fic, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Gabriel Fernandes, Omega Arthur Kirkland, Pre-Relationship, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Single Parent Arthur Kirkland, Violence and Gore Canon-Typical to Hannibal Levels, Cute Moments and Murder, Murder Scenes, Dead Bodies, Poisoning, Discussions about torture/infidelity/rape

The FBI is called in to investigate when a series of bodies shows up around Ohio: all of them alphas, and all of them skinned alive. With the killer’s motives a mystery, Ludwig Beilschmidt pulls Arthur Kirkland from the classroom and his vigil at the comatose Madeline Williams’ bedside once more to lend his insight to the case - with very little mind paid to the fact that the busy Arthur, omega and single mother to a six month-old daughter, might have some scheduling issues. Necessity - and pressure from Ludwig - drives Arthur into reluctantly asking Gabriel Fernandes for a favour at short notice. Gabriel is delighted to help Arthur with babysitting - once he has, of course, recovered from both the surprise of learning that Arthur Kirkland even has a baby to care for and, presented with the adorable armful that is a sleepy Lenore Kirkland, feeling a little skinned raw himself.

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CHAPTER 1

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Chapter 2: Lenore

Gabriel spends longer than he would care to admit - even to himself - simply standing there in the Quantico lecture hall after Arthur Kirkland leaves him. The minutes pass like seconds and the seconds are inconsequential, Gabriel outwardly calm even as his thoughts churn and roil, a frothing storm surge sweeping through the ordered corridors of his mind.

Arthur Kirkland, truly, is a force of nature: wild, chaotic and difficult - if not impossible - to predict. As much the swift stream running, silent, calm and deadly, through the forest as the lightning-struck pine crashing down into the undergrowth. Not one for subtleties outside of his own sharp mind, his general speech and attitude are as forthright as his behaviour.

In lesser creatures, Gabriel might find such conduct to be rude, but Arthur Kirkland is no lesser being. Fascinating, diverting, uncouth and inconvenient, the omega is ever true to himself. One cannot blame the wind for blowing, the sea for its tumultuous waves or the thunder for its rumbling and roar - and so to rage against Arthur Kirkland’s nature seems as pointless and arrogant a pursuit as Cnut and the tides.

The evening’s events are only proof of concept: Arthur Kirkland - with not more than a little assistance from Ludwig Beilschmidt - has, once more, upended so many of Gabriel’s preconceptions of him. Thrust news of his motherhood, of his six month-old daughter, at Gabriel with the same fumbling gracelessness as his itchy scarf (some mixed wool and polyester blend. With too much emphasis on the polyester).

Gabriel rubs the scarf’s fabric between fingers and thumb, resisting the temptation - for now - to raise it to his nose and inhale all that it has to offer. The texture of the material makes his mouth twist but pulling lightly at the weave releases a little of the scent trapped in its fibres - of bittersweet tea, of woodsy apples roasted in a smoking campfire, of the clean sharp tang of the cold fresh air. Arthur. Chaotic nature distilled… and then doused in a gallon of some truly appalling aftershave. Another one of Arthur Kirkland’s forts against the world: perhaps one of both his simplest and strongest in a society where so much is observed and assumed about an individual based upon the scents emanating from their skin.

The cologne - cheap, mass-produced, and likely marketed to nose-blind betas - had hidden the manifold scents rearing an infant would leave on a parent from even Gabriel’s keen nose: the particular floral odours of baby shampoos and lotions, the unfortunate but necessary smells of spit-up and dirty diapers. The cologne had even hidden the scent of lactation on Arthur until the omega had stood close enough to Gabriel for the doctor to hold or bite or kiss, close enough for Gabriel to take in great lungfuls of Arthur’s natural scent and all the hormones thrumming under Arthur’s skin. The deep collar of Arthur’s shirt that day had gaped open just enough for a little of the rich, mingled perfume of milk and warm skin to escape, the wrap-style of the clothing no doubt making it easy for Arthur to either pump or breastfeed his child whilst leaving one side of his chest still covered, the double-lined material of the front an aid in hiding accidental leaks.

Put on the spot about the existence of his infant daughter, Arthur had been self-conscious and yet refused to be shamed. Defiant in his status as a single mother with no ring on his finger, no bonding bite left on that lovely long neck of his, and no glimpse of marks left by fangs on the scent glands - just - peeking out from under Arthur’s tight cuffs. More embarrassed, in truth, by the need to rely on another person in the care of his child, by the practicalities such an endeavour requires, than being known as used goods to society, the flustered bloom of blood rising up Arthur’s throat and across his cheeks like red dye drawn up the stem of a thirsty white rose.

Gabriel had had plans to make a hearty Italian beef stew for his dinner that night, a dish meant to be simmered for almost an hour. It would have been a time-consuming creation but one more than worth the wait, the stew enriched with butter, juniper berries, herbs and a generous splash of a robust red wine, served on a bed of buttery polenta stirred with Fontina cheese. Another large glass of wine on the side.

Now, instead, Gabriel must gather all his whirring thoughts together and focus on a child. Because Arthur Kirkland has a child - and not just any child, but an infant still on the teat. A daughter at that.

(How much of his girl does Arthur see when he looks at the still sleeping Madeline Williams?)

The Quantico Academy crèche is more prepared for Gabriel’s arrival than Gabriel himself is. Naturally, with Arthur’s text messages already in his pocket confirming the Kirklands’ address and other such important information, Gabriel is the very image of perfect composure as he reaches crèche’s reception, tacking an amiable smile onto his face even as a frustrated toddler located somewhere in the establishment’s confines begins to let out an ear-piercing shriek.

“Dr. Gabriel Fernandes.” He introduces himself to the crèche worker fronting the desk, both of them pretending that the screaming going on somewhere in the closed-off area behind her isn’t trying to drill a hole in both of their skulls. “I’m here to collect Lenore Kirkland. Professor Kirkland informed me that he would call ahead…?”

The crèche worker - an omega, by the sweet pheromones Gabriel can scent from her as she ducks her head, and called Katya according to the hand-written name-tag pinned high on her shirt - bends over to consult the screen of a nearby computer.

(Politely - and not unsympathetically as a fellow member of the Overworker of Shirt Buttons Society -, Gabriel averts his eyes. There is no way to avoid noticing that Katya is particularly well-endowed when it comes to her bosom, and, when she leans forward, her breasts do their best to fall out of her straining shirt.)

Katya chews on her lower lip as she clicks the mouse once, twice - and then smiles, looking back up at Gabriel. “I have you on the list. If I could just check your ID?” Gabriel unclips his visitor badge for a moment to show her more closely. “Thank you, doctor. If you’ll just give me a few moments, I’ll have Lenore brought out for you.”

Gabriel nods and the crèche worker disappears into the restricted area behind her. Distracting himself by silently critiquing the terribly ugly cartoon clown someone has painted on a nearby wall until another worker returns to the reception to hand Gabriel a large leather bag in dark blue.

“Miss Kirkland’s go-bag. Katya’s just getting her into her cardigan.” His name-tag reads Valentino.

Valentino leaves again, and Gabriel checks the bag - clean diapers and baby onesies, baby wipes, medicated cream for diaper rash, two pacifiers, and one full bottle of milk with its cap screwed tightly in place - before slinging the main strap over his shoulder. One arm now fully occupied with the go-bag and his own briefcase, breathing a sigh of relief when the one-toddler shrieking disaster siren finally quietens down.

Katya returns, her own arms full with what looks like nothing more than Little Red Riding Hood in miniature, a pair of big, drowsy green eyes and a mop of dark curls. “Somebody decided to take an unscheduled nap, so they’re a little sleepy right now.” She smiles at Gabriel conspiratorially, mock-whispering: “Should make for a quiet ride home.”

“We can hope,” Gabriel answers on autopilot, inwardly marvelling at the curious blankness of his thoughts in that moment as he is handed the terribly precious, warm little flour-sack weight that is Lenore Kirkland for the first time.

Lenore has no such vacuity to worry about; her opinion on being disturbed from dozing off again and then transferred from the arms of the familiar Katya to those of a stranger is obviously and immediately clear. Small starfish hands immediately splay themselves on Gabriel’s chest and push to put as much distance between Lenore’s little baby body and Gabriel’s as possible, Lenore screwing her face up at Gabriel in a perfect imitation of her mother’s little thundercloud of a scowl.

Something strangely soft and curious blooms in the space behind Gabriel’s sternum. He examines it, turning the emotion this way and that as he settles Lenore more comfortably into the crook of his arm, and is surprised to realise that it’s fondness.

It really has been some time since Gabriel last held an infant. At some obligatory social event celebrating the birth of a new baby, perhaps? Surely not so long ago as his days as a surgeon, but long enough that he feels mildly confounded by how much attitude the six month-old that has just been transferred into his care manages to convey. Lenore has, it seems, decided upon continuing to scowl at Gabriel rather than cry about the strange alpha holding her, continuing to push indignantly at Gabriel’s chest with her red mittens dangling from the sleeves of her hooded cardigan.

What had Gabriel expected when he had first learnt that Arthur Kirkland had a child? Gabriel isn’t sure now, cannot quite say if he ever reached any definite theory to settle upon - but is not surprised in the slightest that Lenore Kirkland is a beautiful little girl.

She has her mother’s pale, English Rose complexion, dainty snub nose and eyes of absinthe-aurora borealis green. Her features do, of course, have smaller proportions than Arthur’s and she has soft, round baby chubby cheeks in place of his high, thin bones, but the main thing that differentiates Lenore from her mother is her hair. Rather than Arthur’s messy fluff of relatively straight blond locks, Lenore seems to have inherited a head of longer wild curls, her tresses glossy black in colour, with all the gleam of a raven’s wing.

Arthur, too, has dressed his daughter in more stylish clothes than he wears himself: dark blue footed pyjamas, covered in embroidered red roses, over her cotton bodysuit and socks, and a hooded cardigan in red cotton over that with mock-wooden buttons. The cardigan’s hood has a face knitted into its weave and small floppy ears attached, but the tail sewn to the back of the clothing is too stubby for Gabriel to tell whether the animal depicted is meant to be a red panda or a fox. A wooden pacifier with a silicone bead clip is attached to Lenore’s pyjamas, tucked underneath the cardigan, and a stretchy red headband keeps Lenore’s tousled curls from off her face. Dangling red mittens - their string threaded through the cardigan’s sleeves - complete the look and do their best to keep the infant wearing them warm.

A rose, a red panda, and a fox. A princess, a pixie, and a dumpling.

The strength in Lenore’s young arms gives way at last, and the little girl flops forward against Gabriel’s shoulder and chest with a small and huffy yah. A little chirp of confusion follows: Lenore has found herself with a faceful of her mother’s brown scarf, the familiar smoky apple-spice-and-pine scent imbued into the fabric completely at odds with the strange alpha wearing it.

“She took her evening bottle as usual,” Katya says as Lenore reaches up with one hand to begin curiously patting at Gabriel’s face, Gabriel clearly having passed a silent test from both of them, “so she shouldn’t want her next until the usual time.”

Gabriel has no idea when the usual time might be, but he is quite sure that Lenore will let him know when she is hungry again.

Lenore smacks Gabriel on the nose, and then squeals in ticklish delight when Gabriel blows a long stream of breath onto her palm to make her take it off again. Her little covered feet softly kick-kick Gabriel under the ribs - and the mitten attached to her one flailing hand decides to whap Gabriel in the eye.

“You will make your mother jealous if you manage to give me a black eye before he does,” Gabriel quite seriously informs the child, blinking away the brief pain of synthetic wool smacking into his eyeball. If they’re at the point of grievous bodily harm already, formal greetings are probably long overdue. “Bonsoir, Mademoiselle Boulette. Enchanté de vous rencontrer.” He means it too. Surprising himself once more.

Lenore blinks back up at him for a moment before bursting into a burbling stream of - what sounds approximately like - kikiahyah.

“Oh, of course,” says Katya as though this pronouncement makes perfect sense to her. She beams at Gabriel. “Let me just grab you her kitty.” To Gabriel’s blank look: “Her comfort toy.”

Gabriel is beginning to wonder whether babysitting Arthur Kirkland’s child will require him to surgically attach a third arm to his body. “Of course,” he echoes Katya with draining optimism, sighing as the crèche worker leaves him - them - again.

Lenore pats him consolingly on the chin, and giggles when Gabriel playfully bares his fangs at her. She reaches up to touch those too, wholly unafraid and laughing again when Gabriel gently nips at her inquisitive fingertips. Fearless little thing. (So much for her being sleepy.)

It is easier to scent Lenore now that she is more comfortable with Gabriel, this soft, sweet little sucking pig made plump and tender on her mother’s rich milk. As an unpresented child, she has no real scent of her own outside of that creamy smell of milk and the mild, almost powdery scent all infants share, but, under the bright apple-and-pear scent of her shampoo, beneath the apricot, vanilla and sandalwood of Lenore’s body lotion, Gabriel can detect traces of Arthur: the spiced apple, ink and old paper notes from Arthur holding his child, the same laundry detergent and softener that Arthur uses on his own clothes. The scent of Arthur’s love all over Lenore, holding her even when Arthur cannot.

“Ba,” says Lenore in response to Gabriel’s nose tickling her temples, squirming around in his hold until she can snuffle him back. She squishes her small - and thankfully, after some minor miracle has no doubt been worked by the workers at the crèche that day, clean - face up against Gabriel’s jaw, clumsily copying what the alpha is doing to her and scenting Gabriel in return. Picking up the scent of her mother at the same time, Arthur’s scarf marking Gabriel as safe.

Gabriel resists the urge to rub his cheek over the crown of the little girl’s head, unsure what Arthur’s response might be should he return and find his infant daughter with Gabriel’s scent mark on her, smelling so strongly of an unrelated alpha. Omegas have - quite instinctively - murdered for less in the past when it comes to protecting their beloved offspring.

“I haven’t introduced myself to you properly yet, have I?” Gabriel inquires of Lenore instead, setting down his briefcase for a moment so he can gently tug Arthur’s scarf out of the infant’s mouth and place her pacifier there instead. “That’s rude of me. I am Dr. Gabriel Cardoso Fernandes, a colleague of your mother’s.”

Lenore, eyes wide now, has nothing more to say to that - but erupts into a delighted stream of kikikiki when Katya returns from the back area of the crèche with a small brown stuffed toy in her hands.

The worker spares Gabriel from a display of his juggling skills by handing the toy directly to Lenore, the infant bubbling over in delight with a pronounced “Kiki!” as she spits out her pacifier and stuffs one of her toy’s soft floppy ears into her mouth to replace it.

“Couldn’t let you go home without her now, could we?” Katya coos to the child, giving one last pat to Lenore’s round cheek before she retreats again.

Gabriel does not wish to imagine the kind of baby temper tantrum he might have had to endure if they had. He pulls Kitty’s ear from out of Lenore’s mouth and tries to give the girl her pacifier back - sighing inwardly when he realises Kitty is actually a small stuffed dog.

Arthur Kirkland, contrary as always.

Katya looks at him expectantly, friendlier than ever with one more of her charges safely dispensed with for the night. “Is there anything else I can help you with, Dr. Fernandes?”

“We should be fine from here,” says Gabriel as he picks up his briefcase again. “Thank you.” He has his work, all the keys he needs for Arthur’s home and vehicle, the diaper bag and Lenore Kirkland, and Lenore has her dog toy named after a cat stuffed in her mouth again.

They head for the Academy parking lot. Much like Gabriel expects her mother might be, Lenore is terribly unimpressed by Gabriel’s lecture en-route on the oral phase as presented by Freudian psychoanalysis. She doesn’t stop chewing on Kitty, at any rate.

Arthur’s Volvo presents a much more riveting diversion for both of them, as Gabriel must first find where Arthur has parked the vehicle before he can set down his bags and begin the calculations for how he’s going to get Lenore’s seat from the back of Arthur’s car and across the parking lot into his own Bentley. Strapping Lenore into her seat, locking the Volvo and then going to bring his Bentley around seems like the most sensible option to Gabriel - but he has no idea where to even begin when it comes to removing the baby seat from the back of the Volvo. It might as well be riveted in place for all the movement it makes when Gabriel jiggles at it, and the fabric covering the backseat of the car strains ominously under pressure. Gabriel imagines the same forces at work on the luxury cream leather covering the seats in his Bentley and winces.

“Huh,” says Lenore from her vantage point against Gabriel’s shoulder, Kitty dangling from one of her chubby little hands and smearing drool all down the arm of Gabriel’s overcoat. “Ahnooyah.”

“You said it,” Gabriel sighs, looking down at her - only to have some immediate concerns that, judging by her face, the little one may be concentrating on a particularly complicated bowel movement.

A moment’s consternation and a blink later and - Lenore blinks as well before she resumes staring up at Gabriel’s face with rapt fascination. She’s… trying to mimic his expression, her young mirror neurons hard at work to improve her social skills. Gabriel makes it easier for her by smiling a smile he hardly feels and Lenore smiles too - but not without tilting her head curiously, those big green eyes of hers bright with a keen sort of understanding that Gabriel is more accustomed to seeing in the gaze of her mother.

How marvellous.

“‘Thou art thy mother’s glass,’” Gabriel murmurs to the child, brushing a rebellious lock of dark hair from off her forehead even as little flapping hands, mittens and a stuffed toy come up to bat at his fingers again. Only time will tell how much of her mother’s skills Lenore retains as she grows older.

Gabriel accepts the inevitable (or least disastrous) option and buckles Lenore into her seat in the back of the Volvo. Sliding behind the driver’s wheel of the car himself and placing both his briefcase and the diaper bag in the passenger side’s footwell beside him.

A very faint note of dogs hangs in the air inside the Volvo alongside the scent of Arthur, but the car’s seats are a great deal freer of canine fur than Arthur’s person might - occasionally - make one assume they might be. It speaks volumes as to Arthur’s dedication for cleaning - though Arthur’s taste in music is still a lost cause, Gabriel’s face twisting as the radio comes on as he’s still readjusting the driver’s seat to accommodate his legs.

In the interests of lulling Lenore into sleepiness again, Gabriel switches the radio over from the local soft rock station Arthur had had it on to a classical one instead. Chopin’s Fantaisie-Impromptu in C♯ minor should be a soothing enough piece to send Lenore off into a light doze at least, Gabriel’s eyes flicking between the road in front of him as he pulls out of the Academy parking lot and the little girl still idly chewing on her toy in the car seat behind him. Lenore smiles and burbles a nooba around Kitty’s ear when she meets Gabriel’s eyes in the front mirror, but otherwise seems quite content in her car seat, watching the world pass by the Volvo’s windows. A much happier little soul than her mother.

And just as stubborn. (Perhaps the world-altering effect of the Kirklands is something genetic?) Fantaisie-Impromptu fades into Bach’s Cello Suite No. 1 in G Major, Prélude and still Lenore is awake.

“I will talk about Freudian psychoanalysis again,” Gabriel threatens her half-heartedly as he sets them on the road to Wolf Trap. “I have a degree.” He has several degrees to his name, in fact, not that any of them will mean much to a six month-old except as something new for her to chew on.

Lenore only gurgles with another bout of baby laughter, her cheeks pink and eyes bright as she squishes Kitty to her chest. Charming but vexing - and infinitely preferable to her filling up her diaper.

“Ma boulette,” Gabriel sighs at her. Fofinho. He knows a lost cause when he sees one. “What am I to do with you?”

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Katya - Ukraine Valentino - Seborga

With thanks, still, to the FAD server who originally helped me brainstorm ideas for the name of Lenore’s plushie, and Doc who came up with Kitty!

Gabriel is less likely to specifically name his recipes than Hannibal is, but the Italian stew he mentions in this chapter is a Carbonade Valdostana: https://www.greatitalianchefs.com/recipes/carbonade-valdostana-recipe

Thou art thy mother’s glass - Sonnet 3, by William Shakespeare

I’ve always headcanoned Port as a polyglot, and it’s partially why he works so well for the Hannibal role in this adaptation. In this ‘verse, there are dark places in his mind associated with his childhood where he spoke Portuguese, so his babytalk will tend more towards the language of his early adolescence - French.

NEXT CHAPTER

#Shacha fic #engport #aph Portugal #hetalia

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suikared · 1 year ago

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It's been some time since I've been this triggered by a story. In a negative way, I mean.

As a Brazilian, I've been offended some times in life. But rarely like this by ROMANCE CLUB. Please, Romance Club, fix it!

If you're going to have a Brazilian character in one of your stories, do a proper search! Ask a Brazilian! (avoid the troll ones!)

You got it right we Brazilians speak Portuguese. But what the actual F is this???

The Portuguese equivalent to JUAN is JOÃO. We do not use Juan. We do not like to be mistaken for Spanish speakers. That's rude.

The Portuguese equivalent to HERNANDEZ is FERNANDES. But that's forgivable because we have people of Spanish heritage in here too.

Until this image of JUANITTO/JACKITTO, I was letting it go. But WTF!!! BRAZILIANS DO NOT USE ITTO AS SMALL/ENDEARMENT! We use INHO. the correct way should be JACKINHO/JACKZINHO and JUANZINHO/JUANINHO.

Also CAROLINE is nicknamed as CAROL, never CARO. Where did you get this? Or you could've used Cacá. CARO in Brazil means EXPENSIVE. It's weird.

Pleas fix it!

#romance club #desert rose #the desert rose #Jack Hernandez

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konohamaru-sensei · 1 year ago

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"And don't you dare say we can just be friends." | Jellal X Erza

hehe q, the second request for a fandom you dont know! Anywayyyyyy

Jellal Fernandes x Erza Scarlet

1745 words.

Rated G. Just fluff.

Happy Jerza day friends and family I love them so so so very much.

After years of trying to convince him, Erza finally sees Jellal join Fairy Tail

“So?” Erza leaned her shoulder against a wooden pillar.

Jellal wordlessly lifted his cloth up, showing off the symbol now magically woven into the fabric. He didn’t look at her and was biting the underside of his lip like he did when he was nervous. Erza forced herself not to laugh at how much like a teenager he looked right now. Better not make him self conscious now: Who knew if he would turn around and change his mind again.

“It looks wonderful,” Erza said instead with a smile. “It was high time you were carrying it, don’t you think?”

He blushed a little more than before. “Yeah, I -, you know-” He stammered nonsense and this time she really had to concentrate not to laugh.

“Let’s go for a walk.” Erza pulled Jellal a little at the cloth he had just presented to her, brushing her finger over the stitched symbol. She felt a warmth at her core. Only with her touch did it sink in that this was in fact real.

They walked out of the guild hall. She could not stop smiling. “I can’t believe you finally made it here,” she said with a sigh. “It’s like a dream to be able to see you more often now.”

Jellal choked on his spit, coughed out and cleared his throat. “Well, you asked often enough. It was rude at this point to deny your request.” She looked up and saw that he too was smiling.

The first time Erza had brought it to Jellal that he should join her guild was when her guild didn’t even exist and she had temporarily joined his. He had looked at her with this look of bewilderment, as if she had just quite literally suggested going back to being a slave with him. “I don’t think I am suited,” he had said diplomatically, and “Besides, isn’t Fairy Tail currently disbanded?” It was a practical excuse, though he knew as well as she did that the guild was going to come back sooner or later.

She let it slide back then, because other things took priority, but it was always on the back of her mind. The way Jellal had built his Crime Sorciere was amiable, and she knew he was a born leader, but she did not see a reason for them to have to be apart after everything that had happened. His guild should just be absorbed into Fairy Tail, that was what she believed in.

They stopped at the bakery for strawberry cake and Erza stuffed her mouth as they kept walking, feeling Jellal’s blue eyes following her every move. She silently hoped that she looked as cool and content as she felt.

“Did Master say anything?” she asked and quickly wiped away some crumbs from her mouth. “When you asked to join?”

“Why I didn’t come earlier,” Jellal chuckled a little and then imitated Master Makarov's voice: “You should have been a member ever since you acted as one during the Grand Magic Games already, but then definitely after the council let you go officially.”

Erza lightly pushed her elbow into his side: “He is so right.”

Two years after they had talked about it, when he had been pardoned of his crimes and let go as a free man, she asked him again. Standing side by side watching a new sunrise in his life. He squirmed a little away from the question, as if he too had not forgotten that she had offered as much years ago. “I still have things I have to take care of,” he had said then. “And you will be off on your quest soon.” Excuses. It was obvious, but she allowed him, because the quest to forgive himself was his own.

Erza had promised herself to be patient then, to wait until he would bring it up by his own choice, but as she was busy clearing the 100 Years Quest they had left, it never happened. Several times they ran into each other, each time he just used more excuses when she asked him about the situation. It grew frustrating. She wanted him closer, she wanted to see him more, be with him more, and she always felt that he wanted that too, but still he would not move a little bit towards her.

“I thought it would never happen,” Erza said, honestly. “I thought you just wouldn’t want to come home to me at all.”

She knew that he didn’t like himself very much. She knew that he felt that he offered nothing of worth to her or anyone. Despite caring for Meldy, for the others in his guild - despite his help in the final confrontation with Zeref, he felt like none of this outweighed the sins of what he had done. He was trying to repent and she always felt a little like he was trying to repent to her alone.

But she had long forgiven him. Didn’t he understand that?

The answer to that question drove her crazy.

Jellal stopped. “Why do you think I wouldn’t want to come back to you?” His voice sounded serious.

She turned to him. “I don’t know, Jellal, because you kept running to the furthest places of the continent and beyond and I could only see you by chance. I’m not even sure you stepped foot into the guildhall before this.”

“I did!” He pouted like a teenager again.

Erza chuckled: “Fine, you did.”

They reached a park in silence and almost automatically they both walked towards a bench to sit down. It was a warm evening with the sun's orange beams still falling through the leaves of the trees. Autumn was already in full swing, but the last remnants of summer were still fighting for dominance.

“I will continue to travel, even under Fairy Tail,” Jellal said suddenly. “I didn’t know that would be an issue for you.”

“It is not.” Erza turned to him and put her hand on his. They had started doing that together, just layering their hands over each other. At first this very loving touch had embarrassed her and made her nervous, but now she had gotten used to it to the point that it was no longer enough. She wanted to be even closer and wondered if it was just her.

“I don’t mind if you travel,” Erza said, her fingers curling over his. “You will probably still do jobs with Meldy, as you should, and I will stay with my team. But now that you are part of Fairy Tail you will have a place where I know I can see you, a place to return to where I am too.”

His eyes widened a little, but then he grabbed her hand tighter. “I always had a place to return to, with or without this symbol.”

“What do you mean?” When she had been with Crime Sorciere there had been no solid headquarters, because Jellal was still hunted by the council and they had moved around a lot. Maybe they had developed a place afterwards?

“You.”

Jellal pushed a hair behind her ear. Erza’s face was hot. “Me?” she stammered.

“Yes you,” he curled another strand of her hair around his finger. “You were always my place to return to.”

Oh dear, Erza thought, she was definitely going to throw up. But before she could pass out, something behind Jellal’s eyes started spinning and he let go of her hair. “I mean, i-if I would get back to Magnolia I could see you and that was n-nice, you know?” He was biting his lower lip again.

“My, my you are so adorable,” she laughed and Jellal’s eyes hot back at her, his cheeks now in deep red.

“I’m no-”

“No arguments!” Erza leaned forward to snip her fingers against his nose. “You can be so pathetic sometimes, that's part of the reason why I love you.”

Jellal swallowed again and she too could feel her heart pounding in her ears. But really, what else was there to talk about? She had been in love with Jellal forever, even when he had brought her grief she had loved him desperately, and now they were free and together, so if not now, what time then? There was really no reason to beat around the bush.

“I don’t think you should love someone like-” Jellal stammered, but Erza cut him off: “Even if that were true - and it is not- who cares what I should and should not do?” She stopped and took a deep breath: “Do you not love me?”

It was a ridiculous question of course, she could see through the light in his eyes that he did. Still, she wanted him to say it out loud, admit it to not only her but to himself too.

“Of course I do,” he said, decidedly.

They were both red now, eyes fixed on each other. And though there was turmoil in her heart, Erza felt happier than she had ever felt before. Not only did her wish get granted and Jellal was going to be around all the time now, she also finally crossed the threshold that he had built. There was no way he could go back now to arguing that dating was a bad idea.

She took a deep breath: “Let’s go out.”

He bit his lower lip. “Yes. Let’s.” Though he still seemed insecure, Erza counted his acceptance as a big win. She could always later help him love himself – she already loved him enough for the both of them.

Their foreheads bumped into each other. Hair tickling each other's skin, noses touching, lips meeting. There were fireworks going off in her head.

Jellal suddenly chuckled into the kiss. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he said when Erza made a questioning face. “I’m sorry, I just remembered something else Makarov - uh- Master, said.”

“You think about Master when we are kissing.” Erza made a sour face.

“No, listen,” he waved his arms defensively. “He told me:” and he once again imitated the Master’s voice, “‘Besides, you will get all sorts of advantages in the future, so it is better if you start as a guild member now. People will treat you different then.’’ When I asked what he meant with that, he said -” Jellal chuckled again and went over his face with his hand.

Erza snipped her finger against his nose once more: “What?”

“As the Master’s husband, of course.”

#fic tag #jerza #jellal x erza #jellal fernandes #erza scarlet #there arent even fairies in this show!#fairy tail #FINALLY JOIN FAIRY TAIL MY GOD YOU WILL DRIVE ME AND ERZA NUTS #anyway

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saltyninetails · 7 months ago

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My main Fairy tail oc

Name: Elizabeth Halfmoon.

Nicknames: Liz, Lizzie, Beth, Mrs Halfmoon.

Aliases: The Violet witch. (Given by herself)

Age: 21

Species: Human.

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Hair color: blonde (Left side) Black (Right side)

Eye color: Black (Left eye) Blue (right eye)

Guild: Fairy Tail

Guild mark location: left shoulder.

Personality: Elizabeth is a headstrong woman who is known for her high intelligence and sassy nature. Elizabeth often has a smirk on her face, especially in battle and is very confident in her abilities. Elizabeth has a knack for recklessness and danger, which sparks her interest in Fairy Tail to begin with. Elizabeth is known for being very sarcastic to the point that some people don’t know when she’s being sarcastic or not. Elizabeth is known to be a jokester and often plays pranks on her guild mates. (especially Lucy) Elizabeth can get annoyed quite easily (especially when it comes to her brother figure Cyril) but surprisingly is not often annoyed by Natsu. Elizabeth is very independent and wants to keep that reputation. Due to that, she can be hesitant to ask for help. Elizabeth can be rude at times without knowing, but her heart is in the right place. She cares for each of her guild mates with all her heart and would protect her friends with her life. Elizabeth is known to have violent tendencies when it comes to enemies and sometimes goes at them with the intent to kill. Due to growing up in regal environments, Elizabeth is classy and a bit vain.

Family: Ann Halfmoon (Mother, Deceased) Ejiro Halfmoon (Father, doesn’t have the best relationship with) Aki Kyojin (brother figure) Mizumi Himiko (sister figure) Cyril Moonstone (brother figure)

Best friends: Gloria Karmel(Best Friend), Ame Heartfilia, Ivory Lemons Gray Fullbuster, Erza Scarlet, the Strauss siblings, Levy McGarden, Gajeel Redfox, Wendy Marvel

Friends: Scain Lemons, Reynold Lemons, Juvia Lockser, Jellal Fernandes, Ultear Milkovich, Max Arlos, Romeo Conbolt, Bisca Mulan, Loke, Sting Euclife, Rogue Cheney, Lyon Vastia, Lucy Heartfilia

Rivals: Lucy Heartfilia (friendly rivalry) Nova Eden, Priscilla Elvira (Love rival)

Love interest: Natsu Dragneel

Magic: Plasma-Make

Description of magic: Elizabeth’s Magic allows her to spawn and manipulate plasma and use it to create objects. Her magic is extremely powerful, but comes with a price. The user is not completely immune to the temperature of plasma and often will get burned by their magic if they use it too frequently. Due to this, Elizabeth also partakes in potion making in order to be useful without harming her body too much.

BackStory: Elizabeth grew up in a wealthy household with her mother and father deep in the woods away from civilization. When Elizabeth was five, her father left and her mother was stuck trying to provide for the family. When Elizabeth was eight, a dark guild invaded their home, stole all their riches, and killed Elizabeth’s mother right before her eyes. Terrified, Elizabeth ran into the woods where she met a passing hiker named Eliot. Eliot took pity on the poor girl and took her in. He brought her to his guild where he taught her his magic, and taught her all about the world. Elizabeth lived in Eliot’s guild until she was ten, when she found the dark truth about the ones who were taking care of her. She wandered into a room that the guild master forbade her from going into, and found a room full of Riches. Her riches. This is when Elizabeth realized that this is the very guild that killed her mother. Panicking, Elizabeth ran, trying to find her way out of the guild. When Eliot found her and revealed he never wanted to join the guild in the first place but was forced to since his father was the guild master. He didn’t agree with anything the guild did. He led her out of the guild and gave her a map of fiore. She asked him to come with her, but he refused, saying that they'll find her easier if he went with her. They hugged and said their goodbyes. Elizabeth found her way to a nearby village, she was starving. So, she took an apple from a stand, completely forgetting that she didn’t bring money. The man that ran the stand chased her down before she ran into three children, one around her age. They saw the apple in her hand and said that she needs to be more stealthy when stealing. They introduced themselves as Aki, Mizumi, and Cyril, took her under their wing and taught her how to be a thief. The four of them dubbed themselves team kitsune, they were known as the Robin Hood’s of the village, stealing from the rich and giving to the poor. However, Elizabeth has a set goal in mind. She wants to steal enough riches to pay up for what her mother lost. It’s been like this for nine years before Fairy Tail came. Four Fairy Tail members all had to take down team Kitsune as a job. One of them was Natsu Dragneel. He took on Elizabeth, not knowing she’s about as powerful as he is. They fought on and off again for what seemed like days before Natsu saw Elizabeth feeding poor orphans in the streets. Natsu was stunned before realizing she wasn’t such a bad guy. He confronted Elizabeth, and after a lot of convincing, she revealed her past to him. Natsu did the same, revealing his past to her. The two developed a bond and Natsu managed to convince her and the rest of team Kitsune to join Fairy Tail. Ever since then, Elizabeth has been going on adventures with Natsu, Lucy, Gray, Erza and the rest of Fairy Tail.

#fairy tail #fairy tail oc #fairy tail fanart #anime oc #fairy tail au

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johnbly · 10 months ago

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20 questions for fic writers

tagged by the @boltlightning the myth the legend

1. how many total works do you have on ao3? 31

2. what’s your total ao3 word count? 137,304

3. what fandoms do you write for? mostly potc, but i did toss out that one roland fic the other day. also at some point hornblower and his dragon will be published. i promise bolt. i will not abandon justinian. he also likely wouldn't allow me to anyways. he is likely just outside my window at this very second

(putting it the rest under a cut as this is a bit long)

4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

a birthday dinner for two (tears of themis)

i would do it again (tot)

partners in everything (tot)

party in the mansion (fe3h)

learning to trust (fe3h)

of the five, learning to trust is definitely my favorite and the one that i think actually deserves the kudos. like not that the others are bad but tot is up there because of fandom popularity and then the other 3h once was for an exchange

5. do you respond to comments? usually!

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? i was gonna put one of the potc fics here but it feels more bittersweet than angsty so i'll return to my hubert and edelgard pov azure moon fic that i remembered from last time (our paths end here)

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? i'm p sure last time i did this one i did one of my tot fics which makes sense bc they're basically the only happy ones but i don't think i'd published this one yet? who knows. anyways partners in everything

8. do you get hate on fics? thankfully no but i did get a somewhat rude one that one time

9. do you write smut? only fade to black here and i don't think i've ever posted any of that anyways. don't hold your breath on this changing but also if you're following me expecting that kind of content to begin with you are. in the wrong place

10. do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written? i don't usually but i have done hockey aus for two separate fandoms (3h & pb) so there's that. i wouldn't consider that too crazy though

11. have you had a fic stolen? / 12. have you had a fic translated? / 13. have you ever co-written a fic? keeping these stuck together with a no for me as well. i did do a back and forth writing thing with a former friend but that was for a personal project

14. what's your all-time favorite ship? i am not really a big shipper! i went through my charmed tag the other day so i guess i can say piper/leo bc i was very into them when i was watching. if we can extend ship to being not necessarily romantic then we all know that The Horny Lads have rewritten my brain

15. what's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? great question! i can't think of any bc if i don't think i'll ever finish a wip i likely. don't want to finish it

16. what are your writing strengths? i'm good with dialogue especially banter and since i refuse to write fics where i can't get into the head of the pov character i'd like to think my characterization is solid

17. what are your writing weaknesses? society if i could describe things without suffering. i will blame the aphantasia

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? i'm not sure i've given it much thought since i haven't done it before. i'd def be scared of messing something up

19. first fandom you wrote for? my first ao3 fic was for pb but i know i did fics before that. i'm gonna guess hp since that was my first fandom

20. favorite fic you've written? look i have to hype this fic up bc it has an audience of like five people but i put a lot of love and time into my fernand character study (the fallen knight)

i tag @writingbyricochet (not sure how much fanfic/ao3 you do since your blog is mostly original worksso feel free to ignore this/adapt as needed) and @philcoulsonismyhero and whoever else wants to do this!

#thank you bolt #i will always love our writing strengths and weaknesses being the reverses of each other #insert reverse flash joke which doesn't land bc i don't think you're a dc person but know that it brings me joy to make it #boltlightning

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caffedrine · 2 years ago

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Keith Howell - Chapter 24 Dramatic - Summary

I pretty much have no idea what I’m doing. I don’t trust me, and you shouldn’t either. This summary is not guaranteed to be accurate, it’s mostly written for myself to follow along with the route.

Emma really did want to stay calm, but after everything the King of Jade said, she couldn’t take it anymore. She knows this middle-aged man is a king, but his stubbornness about calling Keith a failure and a loser makes her doubt he’s known as the ‘wise king’.

To help the country, Keith made an antidote to a poison previously thought incurable. He did it, anticipating a future crisis that seems to be happening now. And even though everyone around him is criticizing him, Keith is still doing everything he can to protect Jade.

Meanwhile, the king is denying everything Keith is doing and is only listening to one side of the issue. Is the king blind, preventing him from seeing his son?

Emma doesn’t care if what she is saying is out of line, or near blasphemy. She understands that she is a complete outsider to Keith and the king’s relationship, and she knows so little about them. But one thing is certain; after spending all this time together with Keith in Rhodolite she knows that Keith is not a failure.

She asks if the king understands all of Keith’s accomplishments as a prince. How many of his own citizens admire and love Keith? If he knows anything at all, then he knows better than to punish Keith on the back of clearly fabricated evidence.

There is a long, heavy silence between the three of them.

The King of Jade looks at her, his sharp gaze like a knife at Emma’s throat. But she doesn’t believe she said anything wrong, even though she was speaking to a king. She looks straight back at him, even though everything feels heavy.

And suddenly her sight is blocked, with Keith standing between her and the king.

Emma is enveloped in the smell of trees, deep in a forest, and the feeling of a blade at her throat disappears. Arms are wrapped around her, and the fear and tension that had been welling up inside her dissipates.

The king demands to know who this rude woman is, but Keith tells him that he is the one who’s being rude. He can accept and forgive the king for anything he does to him, but Emma is his . . . Is his important person.

When he visited Rhodolite and met with all the princes, Keith could accept that he has few talents. In the end, he is only skilled at being a weed and with swordsmanship. Perhaps if he had tried harder, he might have been able to cultivate another talent.

Emma interrupts, Keith has way more skills and talents than that. He’s extremely knowledgeable about medicine and pharmacology, he’s equally kind and considerate to everyone, and his skill with his sword goes beyond a simple talent. Even knowing the Princes of Rhodolite, Keith holds up to them very well.

There is a chance that the Keith Emma can see and the Keith he can see are two different people.

Emma is frustrated, they are looking at the same person, just that Keith doesn’t seem to realize his own skills. By now, he should be aware of her role in the court, and her ability to judge others.

Keith is willing to give that he’s an extremely tough weed. He awkwardly clears his throat and takes the bag containing the vials of antidote back from Emma.

Ever since he met Emma, Keith has begun reconsidering his evaluation of himself. He loves this country, rich in nature and full of lively people. If the king lets Fernand ascend the throne, the country will fall to ruin and will become one where the aristocratic interest prevails to the detriment of the citizens. It will turn into a dog-eat-dog country, not the Jade that Keith loves.

This is why Keith must become king. And this is why he needs to put an end to the useless internal dispute between them.

Letting go of Emma, Keith walks over to the king, and grabs him by the lapels of his shirt, hauling him up. More than anything else, before caring about him as a king, Keith cares about him as a father. And he never wants to face the fear and horror of losing a member of his family ever again.

How strange, the room is spinning around Emma.

Keith is the first one to notice Emma fall over. Shouting her name, he runs back and scoops her off the floor. He tells her unconscious body that this is exactly why she should avoid taking random drugs with side effects that she doesn’t know.

The King of Jade looks at Emma, sleeping in Keith’s arms, and notes that the side effects are unusually strong. What kind of woman just swallows ‘medicine’ without considering the side effects? And especially experimental drugs?

Keith points out that Emma took the drug to prove to the king that Keith wasn’t trying to kill him. She’s amazingly bottomless in her kindness. He gently places Emma against a clear part of the wall, draping his coat around her.

The king clarifies that she is a noblewoman from Rhodolite, which Keith agrees to. He explains Fernand’s kidnapping plot, intending to use her to control Keith. The king doesn’t understand why Emma would be targeted, and Keith reminds him that he just explained that Emma was important to him.

Keith admits that this isn’t the first time Emma has gotten caught up in his affairs. That time when he was attacked in Rhodolite, Emma had been in the carriage with him. He can admit that he fell in love with her, even though it’s selfish, and now he can’t afford to lose her. She is the kind of person you can only meet once in your lifetime.

Once again, Keith presents the bag containing the antidote to the king. The poison still affecting him made the king’s handshake, but he still reached out to it.

Unfortunately for Keith, he has no proof that Fernand is behind anything. If the king believed that his own son was lying to him, the court of nobles also would.

There is physical evidence that Fernand is behind everything. If the king was poisoned by the forbidden plant, then it must be in the midst of being cultivated somewhere. And, if he’s right, Fernand is planning on mass producing it, so there should be a large-scale facility cultivating and harvesting the plant as they speak.

However, Keith understands that Fernand has probably already covered his involvement; the land and facility growing the plant is doubtlessly owned under a false name. To uncover the truth, Keith needs the help of the king.

Keith quickly explains his plan to the king, with a confidence that is unlike him. An outsider looking in wouldn’t believe that the failure prince is talking.

After hearing the plan, the king asks if this is the reason Keith snuck into the palace. It was, and Keith begs him for help. Up until now, Keith has been trying to expose Fernand’s crimes by himself, but he failed at it. He has accepted that he won’t be able to expose anything without the king’s help. He accepts his past mistakes; instead of giving up because the king didn’t believe him, Keith should have had this conversation a long time ago.

The silence between them was uncomfortably long, but the king looked contemplative.

The king is willing to help, but only under a specific condition.

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Emma wakes up with sunlight on her face, and vigorously rubs her eyelids. She recalls losing consciousness due to drugs for the third time since meeting Keith. It’s starting to become a weird habit of hers.

(Ironically, it's Alter!Keith who gives Emma space to admire his room)

She’s in a room she’s never seen before, with the interior completely different than anything she’s seen in Rhodolite. It smells like a deep forest, and Emma wonders if this is Keith’s room.

From nearby, Alter!Keith calls out to Emma, asking if she’s awake now. Emma sits up and looks over at him, seeing him sitting on a sofa, going over documents piled high on a table.

Alter!Keith explains that Emma fell asleep due to the side effect of the antidote. While she was unconscious, the conversation with the king was settled, though they aren’t completely trusted yet. Returning the document in his hand to the pile, Alter!Keith walks over to Emma and begins to style her head.

Right now, since Keith is ostensibly a culprit in the attempted assassination of the king, they have been confined to his rooms, though under a very light guard. From an outside viewpoint, it looks like the king is planning on pardoning him.

Emma asks if the trial has been canceled but Alter!Keith corrects her; it has not. As he said, the king doesn’t fully trust them. He needs to settle things with Fernand before the trial, otherwise, it will go through and they’ll never see each other again.

Emma recalls the plan, getting the king on their side was only the first step. Now the real hard part starts.

Alter!Keith pulls on Emma’s cheek, stretching it out. By now, Fernand should be rushing to the castle to protest the conditions that Keith is being held in, especially since he’s not being treated badly at all. From Fernand’s point of view, even if the trial goes through, Keith might be spared from execution. Now he has a chance to speak with his stupid uncle one-on-one. Emma should cheer up, everything is going to plan.

Emma admits that is what makes her so worried, what she knows of Fernand tells her that he’s willing to use underhanded methods. Until everything ends, they don’t know what will happen at all. Alter!Keith asks if Emma is worried, and she admits that she is.

Whom is she worried for? Alter!Keith or the other one?

(Asking the questions we all want answered)

Not falling for that unfair question, Emma tells Alter!Keith that she’s worried about both of them. She reaches up to cup Alter!Keith’s hand, still on her cheek. After taking several long breaths to calm herself down, she smiles and looks up at Alter!Keith, asking if there is anything else she can do.

There is.

Emma agrees to do anything.

Anything?

Alter!Keith’s smile twists evilly and asks Emma to support him fully. Before she can ask what that means, Alter!Keith tilts his head, his lips grazing against Emma’s. Emma was not expecting this, and the shock of the kiss shorts out her brain for a few seconds.

Is this what he means? Emma asked him to wait until after this mess is sorted out before getting into that.

Alter!Keith points out that Emma just said that she’d do anything. Emma admits that it was a mistake, and she would like to take that word back.

Denied.

Alter!Keith gives Emma short, sharp kisses, over and over again. As Emma wonders if this is really helping him, she looks into his eyes, and sees a faint shadow of sorrow in his golden eyes. She interrupts his kisses, asking what’s wrong. Alter!Keith doesn’t seem all that happy that the plan is going so well.

Alter!Keith tells her that she’s wrong. Giving her a sweet kiss, he asks her to focus on choosing which one of them she loves. Emma reminds him that she would decide after everything is settled but Alter!Keith insists that he deserves a reward. For example, an earlier answer.

With her cheeks caught in his hands, Emma cannot escape. Instead, she is forced to look into Alter!Keith’s eyes, her heart beating so loud that she can hear it herself.

Maybe she has already decided. The feelings of wanting to help the situation and worry throb in her heart. The feelings she has for both of them. Her emotions aren’t moving in one direction or another, but in both directions at once.

Who’s hand will she take after all of this is over? Alter!Keith’s? Or his?

Emma admits that she still doesn’t know, and asks him how he would respond if she told him that she loved both of them equally. Alter!Keith points out that wouldn’t be normal, and Emma agrees. But is it so bad to be abnormal?

Maybe Emma just needs to accept that her feelings are abnormal and just go with it. Just as Keith had been worried about being abnormal, she had also worried about her own abnormal emotions. But, if she loves and accepts Keith and his abnormal situation, perhaps he’ll accept her abnormal feelings. Once she makes up her mind, she accepts the overflowing love crushing her down.

Alter!Keith grumbles that this will make accepting the king’s conditions even harder. Emma is confused and asks him to explain but Alter!Keith only laughs derisively. However, Emma has noticed that the sorrow in his gaze is gone.

Alter!Keith wants her, unlike him, he is not a late bloomer in his feelings. He tilts his head again, kissing Emma. This kiss is different from his last one, extreme to the point Emma wonders if she can even call it a kiss.

It’s like being devoured by a beast, from one end to another. Emma doesn’t even recall when Alter!Keith pushed her down onto the bed, only that at some point they were on top of it. Her head is hot, her vision is blurred. Alter!Keith breaks the kiss long enough to ask if Emma is enjoying herself. Embarrassed, Emma asks him not to just ask that.

Alter!Keith asks if she understands yet; reactions just like that only make him want to bully her more. Emma looks away as Alter!Keith gently strokes her body. He remarks that he will never be able to kiss her like that.

Oh, right, Nice!Keith. Who was doubtlessly looking through Alter!Keith’s eyes as they spoke. If she focused on it any longer, Emma would go crazy. It was one thing to tell Alter!Keith that she loved both of them equally, it was another to know that no matter whom she kissed, the other would be watching. As her blush increases to the point her ears feel hot, Emma can’t even look at Alter!Keith.

Her chin is grabbed, and Alter!Keith moves her head to look back at him, dropping a light kiss on her mouth. At the same time, his wandering hand started to explore more interesting places on Emma’s body.

Just as Emma calls out for Alter!Keith to wait just a second, he suddenly shouts, asking what he thinks he’s doing. Confused, Emma looks at him, only to see Nice!Keith looking back at her. He looked both panicked and embarrassed, pulling away from her.

Shyly, Keith admits that while they do share the same body, he’s having trouble just watching her be kissed by him. He asks if it’s okay if he kisses her too.

Well, Emma loves both of them, which means that she has accepted both of them. She ascents.

Still very shy, Keith gives her a very light kiss. And just as Emma was beginning to feel relieved from how gentle it was, she feels his tongue tracing her lips.

Oh.

Looking at Keith’s face, he has an expression that seems to say ‘open up’. Timidly, Emma parts her lips and feels her tongue captured with a clumsy kiss. Rather than devouring her, Keith’s kiss is slow and gentle enough to make Emma want to cry.

She had thought that Nice!Keith wanted safe kisses, but apparently, he was just as hungry as Alter!Keith.

Keith releases her mouth, pulling back to apologize. Emma asks what he has to apologize for, and Keith admits that it’s for something he said a while ago. Back then, he had told her that he would be content with any answer she gave him, in regard to her feelings.

That was a lie, he will never be content with just a verbal answer. The hands on Emma have a new strength in them as Keith admits that he and Alter!Keith are of the same mind on this. Now that he knows how she feels about them, he won’t be able to let her go anymore.

Emma doesn’t know how this will work out. Can she leave anymore, just as she planned to less than a week ago? She is of a completely different social class than Keith, so of course it won’t work out. But leaving him is something she’s confident she’ll regret for the rest of her life. It’s easy to say that she wants to be with him forever but putting that into practice is an entirely different beast.

Perhaps noticing her hesitation, Keith changes the subject. Right now, he is confident that he will be able to take down his uncle. She should know though, that while Emma was sleeping, he made a promise with the king, which he will explain to her.

After hearing the details of the promise with the king, it makes sense that Alter!Keith wanted to know now how she felt about him right then. Emma had expected something like this to happen, but it still broke her heart.

Contrary to Emma, who was feeling pessimistic, Keith seemed elated. He explained that it wasn’t just Alter!Keith who wanted to know, but him as well. And now that he knows, he’s very happy. It’s unexpected and different from the gloomy dour Keith Emma has become accustomed to.

Keith reminds Emma that she never called him a failure, and trusted in him. He asks her to trust him now, promising that he will end things with his uncle. Emma understands, and begs Keith to be careful, hugging him. She can’t think of anything witty to say, so instead she tries to convey her feelings physically. Keith’s eyes look delighted, as if her hug was a treasure.

Emma can barely breathe.

The next day, just as night is about to fall, Fernand returns to the castle, shouting. The soldier accompanying Fernand was young, though older than the Prince, one of the members of the extended royal family who lived at court.

The soldier admits that it’s not public yet, but word is that the King of Jade is in critical condition, and needed to talk to Fernand alone.

Fernand orders the soldier to keep out everyone else from the king’s chambers, unless he gives express permission for them to attend. And warns him to especially keep out Keith. The soldier agrees, leaving Fernand alone.

Fernand is in a rush because if the king dies now, all of his planning will be for naught. He reaches the king’s chambers only to find no one guarding it. Cautiously, Fernand reaches out and knocks on the door, and when there is no reply, he pushes the door open and enters. There is no sign of the king in the room.

However, Keith is already present.

Fernand asks Keith what he’s doing here, and if the report of the king’s condition worsening was a lie. Keith tells him that it was not, and the king has already entrusted him with something important. Holding out his palm, Keith shows Fernand a pendant, with a large drop of jade in the center. He asks if Fernand understands what he’s holding.

Fernand does, it’s the king’s brooch. He demands to know where the king is right now.

The king was brought to a medical institution shortly after Keith was summoned. It appears that Keith was summoned before Fernand was.

Fernand complains that the king must have gone insane if he gave that to Keith. No one in their right mind would let their killer inherit the throne.

Maybe the king was able to see through Fernand’s deceptions, otherwise, why would he give Keith the pendant as he lay dying?

Keith’s eyes suddenly sharpen, their color seeming to change. With this pendant, he will officially ascend the throne and become the King of Jade. Fernand disagrees, Keith is still under suspicion for the attempted assassination.

Keith picks up a letter from a nearby table, holding it up in front of Fernand. On it is a formal proclamation in the king’s handwriting, bearing the national emblem. Keith’s name is clearly visible, with the king formally delegating authority to him.

Fernand calls it a forgery.

Keith warns Fernand to call this a forgery is paramount to traitorous talk. But now that he’s king, Keith will warn him; he will never forgive him for his crimes.

There’s still going to be a trial amongst the aristocrats, only instead of Keith being the defendant, it will be Fernand.

But why, Fernand has committed no crimes, unlike Keith. Keith points out that if he really planned on assassinating the king, he wouldn’t have left all the evidence out in the open just inside his room. The only real evidence they have is the assassin claiming that the first prince ordered it, though does he think the testimony will stand up once it’s revealed the evidence was fabricated?

If the king was convinced of Keith’s crimes, why would he have given Keith the pendant? Fernand has no one to rely on to cover up his own crimes.

Keith went to Rhodolite under orders of the king to investigate a rumor. A rumor that was told to him by Fernand.

Fernand only shrugs, if he hears a concerning and credible rumor, it’s only natural to tell the king about it. Keith agrees, but on that note, why didn’t Fernand himself go to Rhodolite? Why did he advise the king to send Keith instead, and delegate such an important matter to what he considered a failure?

Fernand repsonds, unlike Keith, he is actually really busy.

Ignoring the rumor for a moment, a four-nation goodwill meeting is an extremely significant diplomatic occasion that anyone would want to attend no matter how busy they are. But Fernand had a reason to send Keith to Rhodolite; the attempted assassination of Keith during a carriage ride, and the attempted assassination of the king.

Then again, if Fernand had gone to Rhodolite instead, it might have been dangerous to him. Keith can’t deny that the carriage attack was committed by someone who had a grudge against the royal family.

Fernand spits out that, unlike Keith, he would never be a target of an attempted assassination. He’s actually good at building relationships with others. It doesn’t matter if Keith had gone to Rhodolite or stayed in Jade, someone would have targeted him.

Oh? Keith looks at Fernand and asks if he’s saying that he only attempted to assassinate the king, not Keith?

He didn’t say that.

Fernand is done with this idle talk, he needs to go to the king as soon as possible.

Keith tells him that he’s already too late. He lowers his face, as if in mourning, and tells Fernand that the forbidden plant has no cure and a high fatality rate. You see, just before Fernand arrived, Keith had received word that the king had passed.

There is a painful silence before Fernand shouts that Keith is a liar, his composure crumbling away. He adds that Keith is a real bastard, as the poison was not enough to kill the king, only sicken him. If the king passed, then Keith must have done something to him.

. . . how does Fernand know the poison wasn’t enough to kill the king? Only the person involved in the assassination should know how much poison was given to the king.

Fernand considers this before admitting that Keith is correct. However, he shouldn’t go celebrating too quickly; he won’t be able to get out of the trial by claiming what Fernand may or may not have said. He has no evidence and is an unreliable witness to Fernand’s words.

Good thing Keith has another witness.

(To be fair, he has two witnesses, but one doesn't count)

The King of Jade stops hiding behind a piece of furniture and stands in front of Keith and Fernand. As Fernand's face pales, the king admits that Keith was right this time. He is very disappointed in Fernand.

Fernand shouts at the king that he’s mistaken, this is all a trap by Keith. The king tells him that he has failed if he has been caught in a trap set up by Keith then. He holds out his hand expectantly and Keith returns the pendant signifying the ruler.

The trial will change, with the defendant being Fernand. The king looks forward to hearing all the details.

Fernand immediately turns and opens the door. He orders the soldier on the other side to kill the two men inside. He then rushes out of the room, down the corridor, and straight to Keith’s room.

When he arrives, he yanks the door open, rushing in.

Normal Story – Give Me Your Love

Cornered by his nephew, whom he considered a failure, Fernand rushed down the corridor determined not to die. He was heading to the woman from Rhodolite whom his nephew had fallen in love with. Upon entering his nephew’s rooms, he found . . . no one.

Fernand searched behind the sofa, in the closet, under the table, and under the bed, but didn’t see any evidence of her.

He hears a tongue click disappointedly behind him. Sword in hand, Alter!Keith stands in the doorway, blocking his exit. If Fernand is looking for Emma, he’s too late; she left the castle the previous night. By now, she must have reached the border and entered Rhodolite.

Fernand reached for the sword at his waist, but he was too slow as Alter!Keith’s sword was at his throat. He asks if Fernand was planning on taking her hostage a second time to make him tell the king that he was guilty. He calls Fernand a piece of shit and asks how much farther he intends to go.

Fernand asks what the hell is with Keith’s sudden change in personality.

Instead of a reply, Alter!Keith kicks Fernand, knocking him out and over. His body is splayed out on the floor, looking like a corpse. Alter!Keith tells him to sleep for a while, and be grateful that Alter!Keith didn’t kill him.

Sheathing his sword, Alter!Keith is pleased to see the culprit behind his birth be taken down.

~~~

Several months have passed since the last rose petal has fallen, and Emma made her choice of king. The foreign princes have all left the country of Roses, though neither Silvio nor Gilbert’s real purpose has been discovered. While the worst of the crisis has passed, the princes are keeping an eye on foreign countries.

Leon, who was officially crowned as king, was received very well by the people of Rhodolite. Every time she saw him, Emma was pleased and satisfied with her choice.

With the foreign princes gone and Emma’s role as Belle ended, she had no reason to stay at the castle as Belle and returned to the bookstore. She is now suddenly lost with all the free time on her hands, feeling like she has woken up from a long dream.

However, she still has a popup book of Jade, which she reads over and over again. If she touches her hair, she can feel a fake rose blooming in it. She touches them to remind herself that Keith wasn’t a dream, even though its been a few months since they broke up. She has no idea what happened after she left Jade, as news from the country was scarce.

Additionally, there was the promise Keith had made with the king.

*Flashback time*

The condition to the king’s support is that Emma must be returned to Rhodolite immediately. Her presence as a kidnapping victim will cause an international incident, and above everything else, it would show the king that Keith was serious.

If Emma leaves, the king will cooperate with Keith to bring down Fernand.

~~~

Upon hearing of her adventures in Jade, Yves promises to send her word if Keith contacts him. He assures her not to look worried about no news; if something were to happen to Keith they would find out.

Besides, Keith was definitely madly in love with her, sending her back to Rhodolite wasn’t his way of saying goodbye. Yves has no doubt that Keith will come for Emma.

*Flashback End*

Despite Yves’ reassurances, Emma is not convinced. There is no guarantee that she will ever be able to see Keith again. However, even though he’s not there, Emma hasn’t stopped dreaming and thinking about him every day.

She really had fallen in love with him.

Ugh, and now she’s moping about, waiting for mushrooms to start growing on her. There are no customers, so she might as well do some light cleaning.

As she gets up from the counter, she hears a faint sound coming from outside. Looking up, she sees an unusual guest, round eyes, very cute and very blue. It takes Emma a moment to place the bird, Dill, Keith’s messenger bird.

Emma rushes outside, and Dill flies towards her, using her outstretched arm as a perch. Upon landing, he starts grooming himself as Emma contemplates what his appearance means.

She looks around but doesn’t see Keith in her immediate vicinity.

Dill is a messenger bird, so there is a good chance he has a letter or some sort of message. There’s nothing obvious, and Emma wonders if it was dropped somewhere during his journey. For now, she’ll take care of Dill and feed him.

A voice calls out to Emma for her to wait, and not let Dill steal her away. Dill takes this moment to push away, flying off into the sky. Coming up the way is a prince, as big as a tree, with olive-colored hair and golden eyes.

He really came.

Dill alights on Keith’s shoulder, though he looks uncomfortable as they heave up and down as Keith catches his breath. Keith apologizes for being late, he came in a hurry and now looks messy and uncool.

Impulsively, Emma jumps at Keith, who smells of trees in the forest. She asks if Keith is okay, and he breathlessly assures her that he’s fine, really. Emma asks if he got injured after she last saw him.

Keith did not, but Fernand did. He has several broken bones, but that’s not what Keith’s here to talk about.

He hugs Emma tightly and tells her that she missed him. Emma is relieved and happy to see him as well, all thoughts of never seeing him again vanishing. She looks into his eyes, which convey love without any words. She leans forward-

Standing next to them, Liam coughs pointedly.

Emma and Keith are brought back to a sudden reality, and Emma wonders how long he was there. Liam tells them that they’re still in public and that they should go somewhere more private. Emma realizes that with Keith right in front of her, she had gone completely blind to everyone and everything else.

Emma closes up the bookstore and brings Keith to her home, serving him tea. The atmosphere between them becomes awkward, and Keith’s eyes dart back and forth uncertainly.

Deciding that she can’t spend the night without speaking. She asks Keith if he’s here because he’s no longer under suspicion of the attempted assassination of the king. Keith then explains that it was his uncle who went on trial for the attempt. It was bolstered by their discovery of the plantation that Fernand was using to cultivate the forbidden plant. Fernand had maintained his innocence the entire time, but with the backing of the king, Keith was able to procure several witnesses. Soon, Fernand will be found guilty and sentenced.

Emma is relieved that the suspicions surrounding Keith have been cleared. For the first time in a long time, she feels herself relax. Keith thanks her; because of her support, he was able to gain the confidence of the king.

And he has one more thing to talk about, the promise he made with the king.

Keith and the king had a very heated discussion; after his return to Jade and the imprisonment of his uncle, the king began to gather marriage proposals for Keith. This set off the first quarrel Keith has ever had with the king. It ended with him proclaiming that he could see no one besides Emma as a viable partner. He can only grow into a king with Emma at his side. He demanded that instead of drowning Keith in marriage proposals, he gets to know Emma before deciding she’s not worthy. In the end, he used the ace of Emma saving the king’s life to get him to agree.

Emma is surprised, from the way Keith tells the story, it sounds like it was Nice!Keith who fought with the king. She wonders if he’s taking on some of the traits of Alter!Keith.

If Emma doesn’t mind, Keith would be delighted to formally introduce her to his father, the king. Oh, no, wait, that’s not what he was trying to say. He apologizes for going about this in a haphazard way. Keith wants her to come to Jade with him . . . but of course, if she doesn’t want to . . . they can.

Keith interrupts himself, gathers his thoughts. He tells Emma that he loves her.

Emma is stunned by the directness of Keith’s words. Misunderstanding her silence, Keith asks if he’s committed a social faux pas; this is Rhodolite so he probably should have said that with roses. Give him a moment, he’ll get some roses for her, does she need 10? 100? Or maybe this is the sort of thing that needs 1,000? 10,000?

Seeing a future with roses crammed into every free space of her home, Emma quickly cuts in and tells Keith that she absolutely accepts his feelings, no roses required. She reaches out to hold Keith’s hand, hoping to soothe his anxiety. She stands up, hugging Keith and feeling him stiffen from shock in her arms. Emma tells Keith that she loves him too, and would like to come to Jade with him.

Time comes to a stop as Keith stands, hugging her to him. Emma can feel that its not just her heart that’s pounding and tells Keith that she can hear his heartbeat. Keith apologizes and asks her to pretend she doesn’t hear it.

Keith admits that he feels much safer now. At Emma’s confusion, he reminds her that compared to everyone else he’s met, he’s very abnormal, and was worried about so many things. This is the first time he’s fallen in love, and he’s certain that this is the first time anyone has fallen in love with him like this.

Emma tells Keith that he is her new normal; life without him feels abnormal. She stretched up along Keith’s body and kisses him. Seeing his face go red, Emma asks if he feels less anxious now.

No, not yet. They should kiss more, it might help.

As Emma kisses him again, she glances into Keith’s eyes. Something about them makes her feel like she’s being played with.

But no, it was still Nice!Keith in front of her. She must just be mistaking his anxiety. She wraps her arms around Keith’s neck, kissing him again and again. There is suddenly a hand at the back of her head, holding her mouth to Keith’s as he kisses her deeply.

Her mouth is devoured, with every corner being attacked. Greedy kisses make it hard for her to breathe, and Emma wonders how she went from being the instigator to being the one kissed. After being toyed with for a while, Emma is finally released.

Alter!Keith tells her that he wants kisses like that one. Unlike him, Alter!Keith has no anxiety over her feelings; he knows that she loves them so much that she can’t turn away from them.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #keith howell #main route

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senorincognito69 · 2 months ago

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Classroom nannies

Shifting train of thought.

(Women into goats)

I hate tests.

It’s wrong for me to think so even to myself… sigh… apologies for being frank, but it is the truth, even more so these days.

Tests fucking suck.

Classrooms are a rigmarole on the best of times, but the buzz of the scribbling over the silence and the nervous nail nibbling drives me to the edge.

It makes you miss the ruckus.

What I hate most is the obvious cheating.

Mrs. Fitzgerald, can I go to the bathroom?

Mrs. Fitzgerald, I’m only using the phone as a calculator.

No, Mrs. Fitzgerald, no, I am not doing hand gestures, there’s a fly.

So… crude, and rude.

Mark my words, someday they will use anal beads.

The lack of respect, as if I was a fake blonde bimbo… maybe it is because I am not an old hag that’s the reason they cheat so much in my classes?

No…

They are the problem, not me.

Ever more so these days! Because nowadays they use the chatbot bollocks crap and cheating that way doesn’t even give the correct answer! It makes one miss the days of copy & pasting from Wikipedia, it was easier to track and the information wasn’t pure algorithmic hallucinations, so at least they were learning something.

Stupid kids, you are the bane of my life.

It also pisses me off because it is so evident.

Red handed buffoonery.

I gained a knack for telling who’s cheating with just a glance.

I know who the cheaters are today.

Naaz Fernandes and Angela Grande.

Yes, I know it is you two and I wish you could read my mind and know that I know.

A pair of snobbish snotty pricks.

The rest of the tale will be exclusive for subs for a few months, read it in advance in one of these links!

-> https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1590722

#tale #transformation #tf #goat

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dailyreddevils · 6 months ago

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78' Yellow Card and Substitutions

Mainoo is booked for idk... probably breathing

Fernandes goes off to boos (rude) and is replaced by McTominay. Maguire goes off and is replaced by de Ligt

#MUFCvBHAFC #Liveblog

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gosteipubliquei · 3 years ago

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TODA MULHER

Toda mulher quer se sentir

VERDADEIRAMENTE AMADA,

não são as "palavras" que nos convencem...

São as ATITUDES.

ATITUDE É TUDO !!!!

Já palavras, são sempre vagas,

às vezes efêmeras...

ou até enganosas...

Mulher, pra se DAR POR INTEIRO,

NECESSITA de ALGO MAIOR que

promessas sem fundamento...

Ela quer ser PROTEGIDA,

"AMPARADA", CUIDADA...

No fundo, no fundo,

toda mulher É FRÁGIL,

DELICADA, "CARENTE"...

Mesmo que por vezes,

demonstrem o contrário...

Trata-se de uma espécie de "escudo",

pois às vezes a fragilidade é tanta,

que prefere ser rude, evitando assim

(pretenciosamente) a solidão...

Mulher quer cólo,

quer beijo na testa,

quer abraço apertado...

Na realidade, toda mulher quer ter ao lado

um "pouco de pai", uma espécie de "abrigo",

de "segurança"...

Enfim, toda mulher quer um

HOMEM que a TRATE BEM...

Alguém que a faça sentir ÚNICA,

alguém que a COMPLETE EM TUDO...

Não precisa ser "perfeito",

mas ....

PRECISA AMÁ-LA MUITO,

com MAIS ATTUDE DO QUE PALAVRAS !!!

Renata Fernandes

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of-invisible-ties · 7 years ago

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@kibouzuru II one-liner starters

“You’re naught but a hypocrite, aren’t you!?”

“Spouting nonsense about clinging to hope . . . pah! I know not why Clive allowed you to enter the Deliverance. If we’re accepting idealists and fools, then we’ve no hope for our cause.”

#kibouzuru #muse: fernand #[ figured we'd follow up on that clive inviting naegi into the deliverance thread ]#[ dont mind fernand. he's rude ]

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rowan-e-ravenwood · 4 years ago

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Responses to being stabbed with a sword

Fernand: Rude

Villefort: That's fair

Monte Cristo: Not again

Caderousse: Are you gonna want this back or can I keep it

#tcomc #the count of monte cristo #tcomc incorrect quotes

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loveactionsspeaklouder · 4 years ago

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one year - kylian mbappé and julian draxler fanfic

2|New Beginnings

"Hi, I'm Molly, sorry it's my first day," I blushed, resulting in a soft giggle from the man in the car. Play it cool Moll, play it cool. "Am I allowed to park anywhere? As long as they don't have a number on the floor?"

"Yes, you're in the player's car-park right now. If you go around to the other side of the building, you will find where the staff car-park is located," Julian smiled. "Enjoy your first day!"

....

Eventually I found a space, wow there were a lot of cars here. I walked up to the reception area and saw a middle-aged woman sat behind her desk, on her computer, I tenderly knocked on the desk, alerting her. "Can I help you?"

"I'm here to see Mr Fernandes, he should be expecting me," I politely smiled.

"Oh, that's right, welcome Miss Medina," she slowly nodded. "If you go through them doors into the canteen, John should be hovering around there. Here is your access key, identification tag, locker key and your car-park pass. Welcome to Paris Saint-Germain!"

I thanked the woman before walking through some doors, there was a lot of people in this building. My eyes spotted a group of men wearing blue tracksuits, their eyes watching me as I made my way over to John.

"John?" I said softly as I walked up closely behind him. He slowly turned, a small smile placed on his face.

"And you must be the wonderful Miss Medina!" he chirped. "Bonjour, how was your flight? Are you all settled in?"

"Molly is fine; the flight was good, nice and quick and my apartment is amazing, merci," I grinned. We started to walk towards the exit of the canteen, I noticed the eyes of the men in tracksuits follow my every move. Their stare was very intense, I had no idea who these men were or why they kept watching me. One of them started walking over to us, it wasn't until he got closer I realised who he was.

"Car-park girl," Julian smirked. "Did you find a parking space that wasn't already taken?"

"Yes, thank you," I replied laughing. "You have a great sense of direction!"

"Okay Draxler, leave the girl alone," a man said, myself and John having a chuckle to ourselves. "Sorry about him, my names Thomas, I manage the men in the corner who won't stop staring at you."

Footballers watching my every move, brilliant. "Nice to meet you, I'm Molly."

....

I was so happy John was showing me around this complex, I had already forgotten the route we had taken to get to the room we now found ourselves in.

"So, this will be your office for the next year. You will have one here and one in the Parc des Princes, everything okay for you?" I nodded. The office was beautiful, it was a lot bigger than the one back in London. I was lucky to even get any space for myself back there. "Excellent. Let's go meet your team. You will be joined by Freddie, Emily and Pasqual."

We walked into a large room filled with tons of equipment, the conference table was covered with heaps of paper showing different plans and ideas. It was all very hectic, just how I liked it. "Morning team, this is Molly. She is the new head stadium tour guide, today is her first day, let's get her up to speed with everything."

....

"So, Miss England, how was your first day?" Freddie smirked. He was very good looking. He was incredibly tall, he towered over my tiny frame, he had slick jet black hair and the brightest green eyes. I was certain he had broken some hearts in his time. "Let's go grab something to eat, you can tell me then. I have loads of questions."

We made our way into the canteen, my eyes locked with Julian, we both smiled and waved to each other. A few of the other players looked at us funny but I ignored their gaze, I was not getting involved with them.

"So, what brings you to the city of love?" Freddie asked, he placed a coffee and sandwich on the table in front of me.

"Just for work," I giggled. "Mainly for experience. It was an opportunity I couldn't refuse. I love my job in London but I'm happy to be here." It was true, Chelsea Football Club was my first love, my dream was made into a reality when I started working there. I loved everything about the job; I loved my colleagues, I loved the players, I loved meeting the fans on my tours. But when Paris Saint-Germain call, you always go. "And what's your story?"

"I grew up in America, I moved to Paris when I was sixteen and I've been here ever since," he conversed. He lived quite close to my apartment which was ideal and he happened to be one year older than I was, that being 25.

....

After a couple of hours of talking to Freddie, I realised the time. Shit, I hadn't called Adam. Well that will put me in the bad books. I said my goodbyes and made my way to my car. I started my engine and proceeded to exit the car-park, this place was like a maze. As I began to scroll through my Spotify, my attention was soon on the person stood in front of my car.

"Excuse me, can you please move?" I asked, my tone coming out a little stronger than I wanted. He stayed looking at his phone and ignored me. Rude. "Hello, your blocking my car!"

"Fuck sake," he mumbled. I beeped my horn, that got his attention. "Sorry. Hey, you're that new girl, I'm Kylian. How was your first day?"

I was getting real tired of being called the new girl. Had these boys never seen a woman before? "Yes, I am and it was fine. Now please can you move, I want to go home."

"Sorry again, are you staying at The Grand Apartments? A friend of mine lives just around the corner from there, can I please get a lift? My driver’s not available right now and everybody else has left."

I rolled my eyes, brilliant first day, I was now a chauffeur."Get in."

#kylian mbappe #julian draxler #fanfiction #fanfic #football #psg #paris saint germain #Football Fanfiction #imagine #kylian mbappe imagine #julian draxler imagine

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consiliariis · 4 years ago

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[ look ] (eyes emoji)

send [look] for your muse to catch mine staring (ask meme)

The holes that the Zofian's eyes bore into the back of his head aren't lost to him.

He's caught his gaze before—- the throwaway lingers of his stare from across the faculty room or the hall-— but he's nary found reason to bring it up. It would be rude to confront a man so directly. One must exercise caution and care when speaking with others, especially those you're not so close with.

But there comes a time where you simply cannot help yourself anymore, and where the limits of sociality soon shatter beneath the weight of curiosity, and so when Conrad next feels his stare, he turns around to match it with his own.

"Greetings, Fernand. Er, that is your name, yes?"

His hand goes to the back of his head, sheepish. He had heard him being referred to by that name before, and so assumed that it was rightfully his, but now that he was actually speaking with him, his assurance had swiftly begone.

"Forgive me." he sighs, a hand coming to rest on the crook of his hip, "I'm not quite as familiar with everyone as I'd like to be."

Stop and stare. The two men share a lingering stare, standing awkwardly in the middle of the faculty office. Conrad coughs, braving through the tension with a hopeful gaze.

"Though I suppose I ought to be with you—- you're a fellow son of Zofia, are you not?"

( WERE YOU NOT? he's heard the rumors of betrayal that swarm around him; like a mire swirling around a forest thicket, but he hesitates to believe them. at least, not before he's gotten the chance to know him as he is. )

A hand goes out as an offering, to be shaken if the professor so chose.

"There's, ah, no need to answer that. I'm Conrad, Anth—- ahem, Queen Celica's older brother." a broad smile tugs at his lips, friendly and wrinkling his eyes, "I hope we can work well together."

#INBOX—- 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞.#((yay first connie post!!))#((i dont recall them ever interacting in canon but if the have :pensive: im sorry))

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caffedrine · 2 years ago

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Keith Howell - Chapter 09 - Summary

With sharp, cold eyes, Keith smiled at the duke who had just been badmouthing him moments before. He politely asks if he can join in on this interesting little conversation. His arms around Emma, he moves her so that she can’t see the duke’s expression.

The duke stutters, and even though Emma can’t see him straight on, there is no doubt in her mind that he is terrified. Keith assures him that there is no reason to be afraid, he’s just speaking the truth, right? Keith is indeed a terrible prince, but he would be happier if the duke didn’t use the term ‘failure.

Even though she can feel his body heat through their clothes, she suddenly feels as if the entire area is freezing cold. Looking at Keith, Emma wonders if he’s angry.

(Maybe just a little bit)

The duke insists that this is just gossip he heard, not his own opinion. In the duke’s estimate, there is nothing wrong at all with Keith! In fact, it would be hard to find someone more devoted to the country than Keith himself.

Emma is angry that the duke is suddenly blaming ‘someone else’ for saying all those terrible things about Keith. She unconsciously clenches her hands in anger, only to have Keith’s hand tap her back as if trying to calm her down.

Out loud, Keith assures the duke that Lord Fernand, whom the duke supports, is doing much more for Jade than Keith could hope for. Emma recalls what Rio told her earlier, that Fernand is the King of Jade’s younger brother and Keith’s uncle.

Keith insists that he would like to hear from the start what the duke was saying about him. Rather than looking embarrassed, the duke grows pale as if he’s moments away from fainting. The air around them grows heavier to the point that Emma couldn’t speak if she wanted to.

Suddenly Keith laughs and the heaviness of the situation dissipates like a bubble popping. Keith explains that he didn’t want to look uncool in front of his date, so he tried telling a joke, which landed poorly. Gasping, the duke asks if Keith was seriously just joking right then.

Keith apologizes, but he’s enjoying the party with his date and is in too good of a mood to ruin it with the duke. If they keep on talking like this, someone is going to get into trouble. The duke takes this as a warning to leave and runs away.

Keith and Emma look at each other, and Emma wonders why the duke was so afraid of Keith.

Sonia asks if Keith is done picking fights during her party. Emma starts, realizing that she forgot all about the central focus of the party, her favorite author, standing right there.

Keith assures Sonia that he’ll wait for a more inconspicuous occasion to continue his conversation with the duke. Sonia tells Emma that she’ll now have something to look forward to. Emma pouts and asks them to stop teasing her. Keith assures her that he’s actually not kidding.

Sonia complains that although the duke was very rude, Keith went too far. Besides, this is the first time she’s seen him act like that. Keith apologizes, when he saw them with the duke, he rushed in without thinking next time he’ll try to diffuse the situation first. He apologizes for Emma if he frightened her.

Emma assures him that he has nothing to apologize for. If anything, it would make sense for him to get angry, but Keith being Keith, he’s more concerned about her than himself. It’s also why what the duke said still upsets her.

Emma remembers past conversations with Keith – like when he described his sister as being kind enough to speak with her failure of a brother. With all the hostile looks Keith had received, Emma wonders if everyone around Keith kept on calling him a failure and if it convinced Keith that he was a failure. She wonders what would have happened to her in his position.

Thinking about it makes Emma’s heart hurt. She had no doubt her thoughts show on her face, she needs to focus on something else, or for herself, the party will be ruined. As if answering a silent prayer, instruments start playing, a signal that the dancing portion of the party is about to begin. Keith asks Emma to join him in a dance and Emma nearly jumps in surprise, just staring in confusion at the hand that is proffered before her.

Since the welcome ball, Sariel had drilled dancing into her head, to the point that Emma wouldn’t embarrass herself. However, she still feels leftover anxiety about dancing with foreign princes. Keith leans down to look directly into her eyes and asks if Emma doesn’t want to dance with him.

(Can you say no to this face?)

Emma assures him that she would love to dance together, awkwardly placing her hand into Keith’s. Half graceful, half forceful, Keith pulls her with him to the center of the dance floor. Suddenly, Emma realizes that she is dancing, without any time to become more nervous.

Keith asks why Emma was hesitating earlier when she is dancing so well. Emma explains that Keith is such a good lead that it’s easy for her to dance. His kindness seems to flow from him into her, making her body move naturally to match his movements. As the song continues, she realizes that she’s enjoying dancing with Keith.

As the music hits its peak, Keith lifts up Emma, spinning so that her dress swirls around them like flower petals. Emma feels like she is the heroine of some story; like this is all happening in a dream. All thoughts of the duke are gone from her head.

Emma wonders if Keith had noticed her sour mood and if this is why he invited her to dance. Shyly, she looks away, only to have Keith pull her hard against him. He tells her not to look away from him.

Lowering his mouth to her ear, Keith apologizes, but selfishly, until the dance is over, he wants her eyes to be on him and him alone. Emma looks up at him and Keith has a very satisfied smile. He tells her that this is perfect, and to only look at him, just like that. Looking into his eyes, Emma feels like there’s something about them that feels so cold, but there are little fleeting glimpses of something innocent as well. Maybe Keith is also enjoying the dance.

After the dance, Keith leaves Emma on a deserted balcony, promising to bring her a drink. He ducks into a servant’s hallway and enters a room in the back of the mansion. Smiling, he praises Liam for making it and offers to pat his head.

Liam would feel far too disgusted to accept such a gesture and shudders at the thought. He tosses a small packet of drugs at Keith, who catches it without difficulty. Liam complains that he is truly barbaric.

Keith agrees, but he also gets results. Just like this drug, which should be quick, and its effects felt immediately. Though, there are other reasons for this method. Liam scowls at him.

Keith chides Liam for complaining. Liam was the one who concocted the drug this time, all while knowing what it was for. Though they were all in agreement, he was being surprisingly stubborn, making Keith step in to get this done. He must really like Emma.

Liam points out that Keith also likes her. Keith admits that there is some attraction, but he’s not truly invested. He’s just enjoying bullying Emma; her reactions are all cute and fresh. Placing the drug into his pocket, Keith turns to leave.

Liam stops him to ask one last question, will this Keith never disappear? After a short contemplative silence, Keith shrugs and scoffs, telling Liam it’s impossible. Leaving the room, Keith quickly walks down the corridor back to the hall. With no emotion in his eyes at all, he grumbles that the mere thought is ridiculous.

On the balcony, Emma gazes at the stars, her hands on the railing. She had read a book about constellations before and is trying to make them out. She’s found Cassiopeia, with its five stars making a W-shape. She recalls that Ursa Minor should be nearby, but she cannot remember what it’s supposed to look like. She flips through the pages of her memories, trying to remember.

A hand reaches out from behind her to grab her hand, and Keith tells her that Ursa Minor should be to the left of Cassiopeia. Manipulating her hand, he points her fingers to the left.

Emma greets Keith, and he apologizes if she was waiting long. He asks if she’s interested in constellations, and Emma explains that it’s not really a hobby, but she was just remembering a book she read recently. She asks Keith, who explains that stargazing is his main hobby.

Keith redirects her attention back to the sky, drawing a shape and explaining that it is Ursa Minor. He helpfully explains that it’s the shape of a ladle. Emma asks if that was what Keith was trying to air-draw, she thought he was drawing a particularly spiky mountain. She laughs a little before she can stop herself, and Keith sulks, asking if his air drawing was that bad. He asks if she can find Ursa Minor, even with his atrocious air-drawing skills.

Actually, despite Keith’s surprisingly poor explanation, Emma can. She thanks Keith for helping her, and he offers to help her find other constellations. He hopes that he can make her laugh again. He hopes that she will be happy that she attended this party and will have some good memories of it.

Keith touches just between Emma’s eyebrows, noting that they’re wrinkled. She must have been thinking of the duke again, did what he say bother her that much? Emma admits that it did.

Keith is silent for a moment before laughing, he didn’t expect her to be so honest with him. If anything, he thought she would have at least said that in softer words. Emma doesn’t want to be soft with that duke, least anyone thinks that she is forgiving him.

Keith thanks her for what she’s saying, but the duke’s words were true. Honestly, the term ‘failure’ really does suit him. Emma tells Keith that there is no one in the world who deserves the term ‘failure’. Regardless of their flaws and failures, no one themselves is a failure, and everyone deserves to exist in this world.

Keith seems interested in her response. He asks, hypothetically speaking, if there was a person in the world who should never have been born, how would her answer change? Emma is confused by this setup, but even if given those odd circumstances, that person would be a human being just like Emma. That person deserves to exist, and not be regarded as a failure.

A human being just like Emma. Keith wants to taste that kind of existence. Emma begins to ask him what he means but then shrieks as a cold glass is held up to her cheek. Keith laughs, telling her that she had a very cute reaction.

Emma sees that the cold glass is full of a pale pink liquid, smelling faintly of roses and alcohol. Keith tells her that this is revenge for her making fun of his artistic abilities earlier. Emma asks if this is some kind of joke, and Keith assures her that he is just joking. For some reason, when Keith is with Emma, he feels more confident and less timid. He is impressed by the effect Emma has on him.

Emma thinks about this; Keith’s kind words should make her happy. She remembers the things he’s said over the past few days they’ve spent together, and how differently he behaved. They haven’t magically become closer enough to explain this change in Keith’s behavior. On the other hand, she doesn’t feel like Keith is wholly lying to her either.

Keith interrupts her, giving her the glass and asking if it’s okay if she drinks something with more than just a splash of alcohol. Receiving the glass, Emma thanks him and assures him that she can handle some liquor. She admires the drink, it shines like a jewel, and a sip shows her that it is delicious.

As Keith watches her with narrowed eyes, Emma closes her eyes. It feels like a forest is consuming her consciousness.

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