#i had to enlighten him post haste)

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[morrieandlicky]

Who and What Really Inspired E.M. Forster's Maurice?

(Inspiration and source for this post: "Edward Carpenter and the Double Structure of Maurice" by Robert K. Martin, Ph.D.)

WE KNOW that E.M. Forster was directly influenced by Edward Carpenter (and his life with a lower class man, George Merrill) to write the happy ending of Maurice. Forster himself was a disciple of Carpenter; specifically, he subscribed to Carpenter's belief in the "Uranian" love (love and loyalty between two men that can include a physical relationship). Forster said in the Terminal Notes of Maurice that Maurice and Alec are capable of such love and loyalty—as defined by Carpenter—between each other.

But it wasn't Carpenter who first "invented" that idea of love and loyalty; it was, in fact, Carpenter's influencer and mentor, American poet Walt Whitman.

Carpenter was a disciple of Whitman, and Forster was a disciple of Carpenter. Below, the texts from each's relevant works in chronological order will enlighten on the origin of the inspiration behind Maurice—i.e., what made the happy ending between Maurice and Alec possible, way before Forster even knew Carpenter.

—Walt Whitman in 1856: "Song of the Open Road" from Leaves of Grass

Camerado, I give you my hand! I give you my love more precious than money, I give you myself before preaching or law; Will you give me yourself? will you come travel with me? Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?

—Edward Carpenter in 1902: "Hafiz to the Cupbearer" from Towards Democracy

"Come, son (since thou hast said it), out of all Shiraz Háfiz salutes thee comrade. Let us go A spell of life along the road together."

(FYI: this poem was written by Carpenter to commemorate Merrill braving a blizzard to finally move in with him in 1898.)

—E.M. Forster in 1914 and 1932: Maurice (published in 1971)

“Did you ever dream you had a friend, Alec? Someone to last your whole life and you his." (First written in 1932.)

"They must live outside class, without relations or money; they must work and stick to each other till death. " (First written in 1914.)

"He could die for such a friend, he would allow such a friend to die for him; they would make any sacrifice for each other, and count the world nothing, neither death nor distance nor crossness could part them, because 'this is my friend.'" (First written in 1914.)

It's as if Whitman originated the idea of finding a friend who would last his whole life, and whose love is valued above class and society;

and he instilled it into Carpenter who later was able to live out that idea in real life with Merrill;

and Forster, having witnessed that idea lived out in real life through Carpenter and Merrill, wrote it into fiction so that it's lived out through Maurice and Alec—"for the ever and ever that fiction allows,” in the greenwood.

That's the very symbolic meaning of Maurice and Alec roaming the greenwood: Carpenter and Merril weren't immortal, so their love for each other obviously wouldn't last forever in that literal sense; Forster knew that, but he did what others couldn't: he immortalized their love and Whitman's idea of "Someone to last your whole life" through Maurice, so that for as long as Maurice and Alec roam the greenwood, the love between Carpenter and Merril would live on even if not in real life, and Whitman's idea would thus never die.

Whitman's philosophy is like an heirloom passed down from him to Carpenter to Forster. The connection is more in the clear if you put Forster's and Whitman's lines side by side:

"They must live outside class, without relations or money; they must work and stick to each other till death."

VS

"I give you my love more precious than money, I give you myself before preaching or law; ... Shall we stick by each other as long as we live"

[cr-noble-writes]

WIP Whenever

I was tagged like two weeks ago by @otemporanerys but I didn't have anything from WIPs that I could actually share at the time. But I do now!

Anyway, outside of exchange and bang fics, Baldur's Gate 3, The Dark Urge, and Durgetash kind of have me by the throat at the moment.

Light Act 3 spoilers, The Dark Urge spoilers, Gortash POV. Nothing shippy or explicit at this point, just a Durge trying to figure out who Gortash was to him

Gortash relaxes only incrementally after reaching the confines of his Upper City villa. Having the rumors that his old partner does, in fact, live confirmed put him in a better mood than he’s been in in some time. It is, however, tempered by the knowledge that Calamity has neither memory of himself nor memories of their prior association. He’d seemed different in a way Gortash can’t quite identify. Perhaps it’s the company Calamity has taken to keeping. Or perhaps Orin truly had destroyed him as thoroughly as she believes.  He doesn’t bother with candles as he enters his bedchamber. He could pace the room blinded and in his sleep if necessary. Gortash has a meticulous catalogue of the placement of furniture, soft gold silks, and heavy black velvets that adorn the room in his mind. Even the hints of crimson that remain as a testament to Calamity’s influence before Orin dug her claws into things that did not belong to her are burned into his memory. His nascent anger is harder than usual to tamp down as he shucks the Cloth of Authority and drapes it over the back of the chair at his desk.

“What a suitably gaudy home you’ve made for yourself, Archduke.” Gortash’s fingers tighten over the top of the chair, but he otherwise has the sense not to show how much the familiar voice startles him. “Nearly as meretricious as the title itself.” Gortash ignores the fear that curls in his stomach, instead allowing the slow spread of a smile across his mouth as he turns to face his uninvited guest. The tiefling lounges like a lion, lazy from the hunt, in a plush chair near the window. A sliver of moonlight glints off the purplish-black scales that mark the draconic blood that runs in his veins, and glowing yellow eyes stare with an intensity so familiar as to be nearly unbearable. Perhaps he has not changed so much as Gortash initially believed. “However did you manage to find yourself here, my dear assassin?” “For all your apparent paranoia,” Calamity begins with a graceful shrug of his broad shoulders. He flicks his wrist, and the candles on a nearby candelabra burst into flame, casting a dim orange glow across his blue skin. “You’ve forgotten to defend against the simplest of illusions. Your tin army cannot see invisible things.” An oversight Gortash will have to correct poste haste. It is difficult to maintain his composure. The man he knew would have pressed his advantage rather than reveal himself so quickly. He crosses his arms over his chest and arches a brow, projecting far more confidence into his voice than he feels. “If you are here to kill me, darling, I feel duty bound to inform you that I am not so easily slain.” Calamity’s mouth widens into a vicious grin. Gortash can see the white of his sharp teeth in the candlelight. “If I were here to kill you, I would already bathe in your blood.” “Enlighten me, then.” Gortash suppresses the shiver the words send crawling up his spine. “Why have you come?” His expression is as inscrutable as ever, an unnerving level of perfect calm. Even the enchantment woven into Gortash’s cloak had never quite matched him with the extremity of Calamity’s control of his emotions. Most of them, at least. It’s a surprise when the calm falters, breaking to a brow furrowed in confusion. “What am I to you?”

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[numbersbythebook]

Revelation 5 & Judges 14: Samson Kills a Lion

written by Will Schumacher

In Revelation 5 Jesus is called the Lion of the tribe of Judah but is curiously shown as the Lamb.

Revelation 5:5-6 And one of the elders saith unto me, Weep not: behold, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, hath prevailed to open the book, and to loose the seven seals thereof. 6 And I beheld, and, lo, in the midst of the throne and of the four beasts, and in the midst of the elders, stood a Lamb as it had been slain, having seven horns and seven eyes, which are the seven Spirits of God sent forth into all the earth.

The verse where Jesus takes the book (verse 7) has a gematria of 4966. I discussed in my last post the tie to Shechem being Strong’s G4966. Reading it may be helpful. This post is about the tie in to Strong’s H4966.

Strong’s H4966 =”sweet”. It is used the first 2 times in the Bible in Judges 14 which is the story of Samson killing a lion and then coming back to find bees and honey in the dead lion. Samson asks a riddle of the Philistines in this story of the lion. Here are the 2 verses using Strong’s H4966.

Judges 14:14,18 And he said unto them, Out of the eater came forth meat, and out of the strong came forth sweetness. And they could not in three days expound the riddle. 18 And the men of the city said unto him on the seventh day before the sun went down, What is sweeter than honey? And what is stronger than a lion? and he said unto them, If ye had not plowed with my heifer, ye had not found out my riddle.

The third time Strong’s H4966 is used it answers the question put forth in verse 18, “what is sweeter than honey?”

Psalm 19:10 More to be desired are they than gold, yea, than much fine gold: sweeter also than honey and the honeycomb.

In the Bible what is sweeter than honey? God’s word: His laws, statutes, commandments and judgements.

Psalm 19:7-9 The law of the Lord is perfect, converting the soul: the testimony of the Lord is sure, making wise the simple. 8 The statutes of the Lord are right, rejoicing the heart: the commandment of the Lord is pure, enlightening the eyes. 9 The fear of the Lord is clean, enduring for ever: the judgments of the Lord are true and righteous altogether

In Revelation 5 this verse has a gematria of 6363:

Revelation 5:10 And hast made us unto our God kings and priests: and we shall reign on the earth.

In Judges 14 this verse about the riddle of the lion has a matching gematria of 6363:

Judges 14:16 And Samson's wife wept before him, and said, Thou dost but hate me, and lovest me not: thou hast put forth a riddle unto the children of my people, and hast not told it me. And he said unto her, Behold, I have not told it my father nor my mother, and shall I tell it thee?

So two numbers from Revelation 5 about our redemption by Christ the Lion of the tribe of Judah pictured as a lamb match to the story of Samson and the lion in Judges 14. I believe the story of Samson and the lion is the story of Christ on the cross redeeming us.

There are 2 possibilities of who the lion symbolizes in this story. Satan is called a roaring lion trying to devour in 1 Peter 5:8. Jesus is called the Lion of the tribe of Judah only one time in the bible and that is in Revelation 5 whose numbers tie of Judges 14.

I believe the lion Samson kills is a type of Jesus. How does Samson as a type of Christ kill a lion as a type of Christ? I believe that is answered by Jesus Himself when He says He lays down His own life and He takes it up again. No one else has the authority to kill the Son of God, only He does.

John 10:17-18 Therefore doth my Father love me, because I lay down my life, that I might take it again. 18 No man taketh it from me, but I lay it down of myself. I have power to lay it down, and I have power to take it again. This commandment have I received of my Father.

Samson met the lion at Timnath. Timnath was given to Judah per Joshua 15:57. So this was a lion in/of the tribe of Judah just as Christ is the Lion of the tribe of Judah.

Judges 14:5 Then went Samson down, and his father and his mother, to Timnath, and came to the vineyards of Timnath: and, behold, a young lion roared against him.

Per the above verse it was a “young” lion. Strong’s H3715 =”young”. Its root is Strong’s H3722 =”pitch” or “covered” as in the pitch or atonement that covered Noah’s ark. Is this young lion a type of Christ covered in “atonement”?

The verse stating that young lion was killed has a gematria of 3468. Strong’s H3468 =”salvation”. It is the same root that forms the Hebrew name that Jesus comes from meaning “salvation”.

Judges 14:6 And the Spirit of the Lord came mightily upon him, and he rent him as he would have rent a kid, and he had nothing in his hand: but he told not his father or his mother what he had done.

When Samson returns a “swarm” of bees and honey were in the carcase:

Judges 14:8 And after a time he returned to take her, and he turned aside to see the carcase of the lion: and, behold, there was a swarm of bees and honey in the carcase of the lion.

As alluded to earlier in this post the honey is a type of the Word of God. Out of Christ’s death came God’s Word that we are redeemed through His blood by our faith.

There was also a “swarm” of bees. Strong’s H5712 =”swarm”. It also means “assembly” or “congregation”, as in the “congregation of Israel”. Its first use in the Bible is in a verse referencing the “passover lamb” which is Christ, our Passover Lamb:

Exodus 12:3 Speak ye unto all the congregation of Israel, saying, In the tenth day of this month they shall take to them every man a lamb, according to the house of their fathers, a lamb for an house:

Also on the meaning of a “bee” in the Hebrew mind from Abarim Publications:

“Tradition and most Bible commentators and translators (including Jones' Dictionary of Old Testament Proper Names) assume that the bee was known after a derivation of the verb דבר, meaning to speak, because of the sound a bee makes when it flies. This is highly unlikely for two reasons.

First, the bee is not the only creature that makes a sound, or even buzzes. Calling a bee but no other insect a talker would show an imprecision that is ultimately foreign to the Hebrew language.

Secondly, even in Bible times, the bee was culturally defined as a producer of honey. Honey was the only available sweetener in those days, and honey was recognized as a great source of strength (1 Samuel 14:27). Where milk is compared to the initial nutrition of a new believer (1 PETER 2:2), honey serves the die-hards. Hence Canaan was known as the land flowing with milk and honey (Exodus 3:8), and the judgments of the Lord, as well as his words, were deemed sweeter than honey (Psalm 19:10, 119:103). King David reckoned unity in the House of the Lord sweet (Psalm 55:14); Ezekiel tastes a scroll that was given to him by The Word Of God, and it tastes sweet as honey (3:3), and the same happens to John the Revelator (REVELATION 10:10).

Another prominent insect in the Bible is the fly, which also buzzes. The Hebrew word for fly is זבב (zebub), which serves as segment of the name Beelzebub, meaning Lord Of The Flies. The difference between the kingdom of God and the whatever-dom of satan shows clearly in the difference between the bee and the fly: bees have a house, and operate within a complex colony. Bees like flowers and help them reproduce, make honey, speak a language, care for offspring, and are armed. Flies are homeless, aren't social, don't cooperate, like dung and decaying flesh, make nothing, speak no language, don't care for their offspring, and are not armed.

Also note that bees can only function as a society. There is no such thing as a solitary bee, which makes honey on its own out of the sheer perfection of its private brilliance. Instead, the bee is a creature that consists of countless many individuals, who venture about their world and do their little ordinary thing without having much sense of any difference between them and the whole hive. Said otherwise: bees neither have Nobel Prizes nor Superbee comic strips, nor do they imagine to stand on the shoulders of giants.”

Judges 14:8 above is verse 6918. Stong’s H6918 =”holy”. It’s first use is in a verse stating that God’s “congregation/church” is to be a kingdom of Priests:

Exodus 19:6 And ye shall be unto me a kingdom of priests, and an holy nation. These are the words which thou shalt speak unto the children of Israel.

Recall one of the verses from Revelation 5 that pointed to Judges 14 was an echo of Exodus 19:6 -

Revelation 5:10 And hast made us unto our God kings and priests: and we shall reign on the earth.

Lastly Judges 14 is verse 6911 to 6930 of the Bible. Verse 6930 to 6911 from the end of the bible is Matt 27:41-62 which is the passion of the Christ.

The story of Judges 14 is clearly the story of Revelation 5 and the story of what Christ did for us. The swarm of bees producing honey from the death of the Lion of Judah is the congregation/church of God that has been redeemed and is filled with the Word of God that is sweeter than honey. Lord allow me to produce a sweetness to the people you have placed around me that I may glorify your mighty name.

[koigoldfish]

「 HAIKYUU!! SETTERS AS THINGS THAT REMIND ME OF HISTORICAL EPICS 」

: ̗̀➛ AUTHOR’S NOTE. what can i say? i have no other explanation other than to say that i am a history buff. i spend most of my time either watching historical movies or stuff on youtube and just be awed at what ancient or medieval rulers did at the time. so, what if the haikyuu!! setters were like them too? consider my history-nerd side going off in this post. everyone here is inspired by many historical figures and i just mash them up together.

: ̗̀➛ WARNING(S). mentions of blood and violence, i.e, impaling (what did you expect? history is rarely ever pretty), though the description is not very explicit.

OIKAWA TOORU: ‘the great’, gold crowns made from intricately detailed sculptures of leaves, acorns, and flowers, mounting a stallion with a furious demeanour as its rider, vexilla glistening beneath the sunlight on their way to a battlefield, battle horns tearing through the sky as a sign of their arrival, putting two plumes on their battle helmet with the purpose of attracting their enemies to fight them, eyes burning with the flames of a thousand ambitions, clashing of the swords with kings doomed to fall before him, military campaigns to discover and raid other lands, the people erecting a massive statue during their reign as a sign of gratitude and worship, battle of gaugamela, “there is nothing impossible to him who will try.”

KOGANEGAWA KANJI: ‘the bruce’, raising a rebellion against an overlord to gain independence, an outlaw king, every lord in the region pledging their loyalty to the king crowned by the people, regardless of birthright, a gold diadem upon their heads as they rode out to battle, only armed with fabric cuirass and chainmail, the call to stand together against an overwhelming number of enemy troops, muddy battlefield where it had rain the night before, telling one of his soldiers to not announce his fatal injury as to not discourage his men, instead, beat the war drums louder, battle of loudoun hill, “if you at first don’t succeed, try, try, and try again.”

AKAASHI KEIJI: ‘the determined’, planning battle strategies in their dreams, shooting balls of fire from trebuchets to pound another kingdom’s brick walls, building walls surrounding the enemy’s kingdom to trap them inside and intentionally letting them starve to death, battles taking place in a forest, the trojan horse, defeating another ruler who has a considerable age gap, a siege that goes on for fifty three days, intended to make chángshēngbùlǎo yào (elixir of life) but ended up inventing gunpowder, both a benevolent ruler and a master of war, battle of hastings, “in my end is my beginning.”

ATSUMU MIYA: ‘the lionheart’, raising a rebellion against one’s own father with a brother, strong arms suited to wield a longsword, a gruesome scar across the face that will haunt the rest of their days, executing traitors and enemies either by the gallows or beheading, insulting their enemies and got captured for it, crusades to recapture the holy land, accidentally invading a neighbouring kingdom (conquest of cyprus), proposing a one-on-one fight to spare the lives of their men, able to fight with a non-dominant hand in case the dominant one gets injured, battle of arsuf, “brave men should either conquer nobly or gloriously die.”

KAGEYAMA TOBIO: ‘the magnificent’, laurel wreaths made from real leaves, not gold, tunic adorned in rich, gold embroideries under the tyrian purple toga, their subjects required to prostrate before him when he’s present in a room, meetings with the senates held in curia julia, abolishing a corrupted system that has burdened the empire for decades, trusted advisors eventually turned traitors mingling in their political court, constructing a colosseum, watching the gladiatorial contest or the naumachia (mock sea battles) every week, owning a majestic golden chariot pulled by the strongest and fastest of white stallions, battle of alesia, “experience is the teacher of all things.”

KENMA KOZUME: ‘the young king’, ascending the throne before coming of age, bloodstains on fallen sakura petals and broken tree branches, torn karuta after an exhausting battle with a stubborn and strong enemy, broken katana blade gleaming under the moonlight and sadly, beyond repair, bloody wounds that never really heal but every single one holds a memory, battles fought near shallow waters of a river, sengoku jidai, hundreds of warships among the coastlines to anticipate any attack from the waters, endless bloody feud between prominent clans, battle of sekigahara, “a clear and innocent conscience fears nothing.”

SEMI EITA: ‘the bold’, magnificent red robe draped behind the shoulders, attaching a talisman representing the goddess of battle and wisdom before he goes out to battle for good luck, ambushing the enemy’s camp at midnight, the sound of horses’ stampede running down a hill accompanied by the screams of their men, face stained in mud and blood, breaching the enemy’s gate with battering-rams as thousands of arrows rain upon them at the same time, the sun shining through the clouds as they celebrate their victory, lavish banquets full of music, food and wine for his soldiers, inviting their enemy to their tent and deciding whether to give them a glass of water or not, first arab siege of constantinople, “death smiles at us all, but all a man can do is smile back.”

SUGAWARA KOUSHI: ‘the good’, age of enlightenment, offering protection to his distant family members who have been betrayed or usurped, fortifying the walls from unexpected sieges by barbarians from the sea, attacking the enemy fleet with greek fire, singing along with their soldiers as they march towards the battlefield to lift their spirits, the marching sounds of their army from behind a hill, heavy rainfall during a battle, soldiers grouping together to form a shield-wall to protect their leader, continuing to stand and fight even after falling from their horse, siege of paris, “fate and history conspired to make me what i am today.”

SHIRABU KENJIROU: ‘the impaler’, swearing revenge against a comrade who betrayed and killed one of their family members, not often engaged in battles but still leading their army from the safety of the capital, using the environment to their advantage to overtake their enemy, impaling traitors and an enemy’s entire army’s head on a pike and put them on display along the castle’s walls, demoralizing their enemies by showing symbols, singing, and beating drums, walking through piles of dead enemies’ bodies, disguising a lavish dinner feast with a goal to capture all of his traitorous boyars, sacking their enemy’s kingdom if they refuse to surrender, trapping the enemy’s troops by forming a shield-wall while pushing their spears towards them, night attack at târgoviște, “a man’s greatest joy is crushing his enemies.”

MONIWA KANAME: ‘the kind’, forming a decision to never execute people during their reign, developing plans to improve the empire’s agriculture, inventing new weapons to easily overwhelm enemies, marching through a desert with all of his troops just to make a peace treaty, would rather form a diplomatic alliance than waste his men to meaningless bloody wars, establishing sīchóu zhīlù (silk road), the tang dynasty (also known as the ‘golden age’), wanting to build the greatest wall the world has ever seen, a humble ruler the empire has ever had but still holds justice in the highest regard, battle of huoyi, “endure what is difficult to endure and to suffer what is difficult to suffer.”

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[twiceinadream]

“Anon.”

Requested: Yup

Request: Tzuyu is the popular girl who everyone wants to either be or date, Y/N is the quiet loner with only a handful of friends. In everyone's eyes, Tzuyu is the perfect girl who's always happy, but one day Y/N catches Tzuyu breaking down and crying in secret. Since then, she has been anonymously leaving notes in Tzuyu's locker. Among all her secret admirer letters, Tzuyu finds the notes with positive words and goes on a search for the sender [High School AU]

a/u: Hey, everyone! So I have to admit, my bad. I’m sorry for hyping this up and doing absolutely nothing for like 2 months, but I’m so happy that I finally got it done and I hope you all love it. I love you guys and thank you so much for all the support. Also, thank you so much for 2.3k+ followers, that’s insane!

Category: Fluff and Angst

Word Count: 2.9k

You frowned down at your notes as a soft breeze blew in from the open window next to you, the pages of your notebook fluttering in the wind as you placed a hand on top of them to prevent them from blowing as you sat back in your chair. Your teacher’s voice seemed like a monotonous drone that filled the classroom’s silence as he continued talking about the effects of the Scientific Revolution and the Enlightenment movement and how it changed the world’s thinking of space and the world they lived in, but in all honesty in this moment in time you could honestly care less about what he was saying. Your mind was already too preoccupied with the most popular girl in all of JYP Academy, Chou Tzuyu. Your eyes had left your notes long ago as you couldn’t help but stare, she was so effortlessly beautiful that it was almost infuriating. If you didn’t know any better you could say she was perfect.

She had everything any high school student could ever hope for. She’s beautiful, popular, rich, and oh so perfect. If time would allow you, you probably wouldn’t stop thinking about her at all. But, just as you were about to dive deeper into thought a sudden shrill ring of a bell pulled you out of your thoughts as you blinked, shaking your head as you realized class had ended. You sighed as you closed your notebook and reached for your backpack, stuffing your things inside as you stood from your seat but before anyone could leave your teacher suddenly announced, “Remember, we have a test on this chapter next week! And it’s the last one before the end of the quarter so this will severely make or break your grades!” A loud chorus of groans followed as all the students began filing out of class and out to lunch.

You shook your head as you threw your bag onto your shoulder, ‘Shit.’

-

You breathed out a sigh of relief as you got out of the class, dodging the flow of students heading out of the school halls towards the cafeteria as you made your way to the back of the academy, where the art building was housed. Set on retrieving your friends so they wouldn’t miss lunch and beg you for food later.

The walk there was surprisingly peaceful as you used most of the time lost in thought, your mind filled with images of Chou Tzuyu and history. The halls toward the back buildings were much quieter, save for the sound of a piano being played in one of the practice rooms. A smile growing on your face as you followed your ear towards the music, stopping in front of the open door that housed the source of the sound.

Your eyes landed on the brunette playing, then drifted to the silver-haired fox next to her as their heads both swayed to the rhythm of the song. A small chuckle left you as you knocked on the open door, “Knock, knock.” The interruption does its job and the music stops as Chaeyoung and Dahyun turn to face you, smiles growing on their faces as they get up from the piano to hug you.

“Y/N! Finally!” Chaeyoung says happily as she punches you lightly in the shoulder, “I was starting to think you forgot about us back here.”

You laugh as you lean into her, “What? Never. Classes just ran late since we have finals next week.

Dahyun groaned as she threw an arm over her eyes dramatically, “Don’t remind me, I hate this time of year.” You shake your head as a giddy smile takes over your features.

“But, hey, it’s Friday! Wanna go to, Cup of TT, after school. My treat?” Both Chae and Dahyun nod enthusiastically.

“Sounds good, but you’re paying. No take backs.” The brunette says with a playful smile as you wave her off.

“I know, I know. I’m not gonna come up short, unlike some people.” You raised an eyebrow that was directed to Chaeyoung as you dodged her about to tackle you.

“I swear to all things holy if you make one more short joke.” The tiny tiger seethed as you and Dahyun laughed, putting your hands up in surrender.

“Sorry, I can’t hear you from down there.” You smile as you start running down the hallway, your’s and Dahyun’s laughter filling the halls as Chaeyoung chases after the both of you.

-Finals Day-

The crisp spring air did nothing to relieve the pounding you felt in your mind as you rested your head in your hand, flipping through your notes about world history as you could faintly hear Chaeyoung explaining something about a mountain painting she had seen at an art exhibit recently as Dahyun listened. Her attention fully on the shorter blonde as you absently flipped through every page, trying to cram any last minute information you could before the final next period. But, to be fair, not paying attention in class wasn’t your fault.

How could they expect anyone to focus when Chou Tzuyu was in their midsts?

But your brief study of about three months of work had come to an end with the sound of a shrill bell, signaling the start of your history period.

“Alright, good luck Y/N! Hwaiting!” Dahyun smiled as she squeezed your shoulder.

“Good luck, and don’t get distracted!” Chaeyoung winked as she moved just in time to avoid your reach, cackling as you were left in your classroom. Watching your classmates file in as you let out a breath.

‘I can do this.’

-1 Week Later-

Your stomach has been in knots for the past week as you waited for your teacher to post the grades of the final. Making silent prayers to whatever divine being that heard you as you held your breath waiting for the teacher to post the paper on the bulletin. The lack of air in your lungs makes you dizzy as you had to remind yourself to breathe.

Your heart raced as your teacher opened the door to his classroom, regarding his anxious students with a quick look over as he kept his body in front of the board. Taking his sweet time to staple the papers to the corkboard to prolong his students anticipation before finally taking pity on their bated breaths as he finally moved.

Barely dodging the stampede of students that nearly trampled him in their haste to see their scores. Some rejoiced while some looked close to tears as you finally got to the board, running your finger down the column on the paper till it landed on your name. You held your breath as you removed your finger, revealing...an A!

You had to stop yourself from jumping in excitement as a large smile was plastered onto your face, running to find Dahyun and Chaeyoung to tell them the good news.

-

“Guys!” You yelled happily as you finally found them. Slightly out of breath since you had to run around a bit to find them.

Chae turned first as she took in the smile on your face, “Survey says?”

You smiled brightly, “A!” Both your friends smiled excitedly as they sandwiched you between them jumping in celebration.

“Alright, get together at my house?” Dahyun asked you and Chae as you both nodded, “Great!” You smiled as you slung your arms around both your best friends, the three of you walking towards the entrance of the school before you stopped.

“Aww, crap. I left something in my history class, I’ll be right back.” You turned back as you began running to your classroom, the halls pretty much void of students as you made it through the last corridor before your class. Barely rounding the corner when you spotted Tzuyu in front of the board. You quickly stopped yourself as you hid on the side of the wall, peeking over the side as you watched her, scared to face her head on. So you just waited for her to leave, but what came next surprised you more than just seeing Tzuyu by herself instead of surrounded by her entourage.

She began to cry.

For a second you felt very unsure of what was happening. ‘She’s crying. Chou Tzuyu is crying. I should probably do something.’ Your thoughts seemed to finally catch up to you as you tried to spring your body into action, ‘I should probably do something!’ But your body was frozen in place, unable to move as Tzuyu sniffed loudly. Her head down as she began to walk away, leaving in the opposite direction as you. (Thank God)

You finally felt movement come back to your body as you stepped into the light, walking slowly towards the board as you searched down the list for Tzuyu’s name. Your breath catching as you found it, D. Oh no. That’s not good. You purse your lips in thought as you forgo getting your forgotten pencil as you walk towards the way Tzuyu left, deciding you might as well see if she was okay. But, you turned up empty handed, having no idea where she had run off to and decided to just cut your losses and return to your friends.

A look of relief on Chae’s face as she spotted you, “There you are! We thought we’d have to send out a search party for you.” You smiled weakly at the comment, Dahyun’s smile faltering as she took in your shift in mood.

“Is everything alright, Y/N?” You shook your head, clearing your thoughts.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m good.” You gave her a thumbs up as you put your arms around them again, “What are we still doing here? Let’s go!”

-The Kim’s House-

The three of you had gone through at least two movies as you laid your head on Dahyun’s lap. Her finger’s threaded through your hair as your brows furrowed, the action usually calming you but had no effect on your consciousness as your mind still replayed the events outside your history class.

The brunette glanced down as she saw the serious look on your face, reaching over to pause the movie. Chaeyoung looked at her, ready to say something but stopped as Dahyun held up a hand, “Y/N,” No response, “Y/N.” Her tone became firmer as you blinked, turning your attention to her.

“Did you say something?” Dahyun sighed, making you sit up.

“What’s going on Y/N, after you came back from your class. You seem...sad?” You frowned slightly as you looked at both of your friends.

“Uh...okay, you got me. When I was going to my class, I saw Tzuyu outside since our grades were posted today then she started crying. I didn’t know what to do so I waited till she left and saw she got a, D.” To your surprise you heard Chaeyoung groan in annoyance.

“Dammit Chewy, I told her she needed help.” You and Dahyun both raised an eyebrow as you looked at your silver haired friend.

“I’m sorry, what?”

Chae shook her head, “I told Tzuyu that she needed to get herself a tutor since she was struggling with the paper. But, she didn’t want to since her parents are such hard asses about her being ‘perfect’ and what not.” But this only seemed to confuse you and the brunette further.

“Hold on. You know Tzuyu? Like personally?” Chaeyoung just nodded like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Yeah, we’ve known each other since we were in diapers. Our parents are family friends, so we’ve spent our whole lives around each other.” The shorter Korean continued talking, oblivious to your’s and Dahyun’s shocked faces. “So, I know all about her grades and things. She was having such a hard time with it, I feel so bad.”

You sat in shock for a little longer, “Wait, so you know Tzuyu and just never thought you should mention it.” Chaeyoung shrugged.

“Must have slipped my mind. But,” The silver haired girl smiled at you, “I think I know how to make her feel better.”

You looked at your suspiciously, “What do you have in mind, Chaengie?”

But Chaeyoung just smiled.

-Monday-

It was early in the morning as you stood in front of Tzuyu’s locker, a small note in your hand as you tried to psych yourself up to put it in. ‘Come on Y/N, she doesn’t know it’s you. You’ll be fine.’

You bit your lip as you slid the note in, saying a prayer as you ran off.

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The bell rang, signaling the start of school as Tzuyu stood before her locker. Opening it as she watched a few pieces of paper flutter to the ground, ‘More secret admirer letters.’ The Taiwanese girl shook her head as she opened them briefly, tired of reading about how beautiful she was since it was kinda getting old. Until she came across a note that differed from the rest.

Tzuyu, keep your head up. You’re so smart and don’t forget to live while you’re young and wild :) -Anon

Tzuyu nodded as she read the note, ‘Huh, now that’s new.’ She smiled to herself as she secretly tucked the note back into her locker, her head held higher as she walked to her class.

-Wednesday-

It been two days since the first note you had written and you were back with another, holding it to your chest as you breathed out. Before pushing it in.

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Tzuyu yawned as she moved her hair away from her eyes, opening her locker as a note fluttered to the ground. A smile growing on her face as she noticed the handwriting was the same as the one she had seen on Monday.

Hey, Tzu. Hope your days are getting better! Remeber you are smarter than you know and stronger than you think ;) -Anon.

The Taiwanese girl smiled as she tucked the note with the one she had received on Monday. She was really starting to like this admirer.

-1 Month Later-

It been a month since you had started leaving notes at Tzuyu’s locker every other day, and unbeknownst to you, Tzuyu had actually started looking forward to those days. You stood in front of her locker again, placing a kiss to the note as you slid it in.

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When Tzuyu arrived to the academy she rushed to her locker. Pulling it open as the note she waited for to fall to the ground.

Tzumong! I hope your classes are going well, remember you are strong enough and amazing. If I had the courage you did I’d ask you out on a date if I could. Have a great day ^ㅊ^ -Anon.

Her eyes widened at the last sentence, so this person did like her. And she couldn’t deny, she had also fallen a little bit for the person writing her, her favorite letters.

-1 Week Later-

You sat bored in your history class as you absentmindedly spun your pencil around your fingers. Barely listening to your teacher as he explained a project he was having the class do on Imperialism. Your eyes focusing slightly on Tzuyu, who you hoped still had no idea it was you leaving the notes.

“Y/N. Y/N!” You shook your head as your gaze was ripped from looking at Tzuyu, to face your teacher.

“Yes?”

He shook his head, tutting, “I said, you’re partners with Tzuyu. Move so you can sit next to each other.” You felt your heart rate spike as your lungs seemed to be completely void of air, getting up on shaky legs as you moved to sit next to Tzuyu.

A small smile on her face as she mouthed, “Hi.” You gave her a smile as the teacher explained the project, before finally allowing the class to talk.

You swallowed the nervous lump in your throat as you faced your crush, “H...Hi, I’m Y/N.”

The brunette smiled, “Hi, I’m Tzuyu. Nice to meet you.”

You nodded, “You too.”

The class went by in the blink of an eye as you talked about the project and how it would work out when the bell rang. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I have to go. Can you write your number.” Tzuyu held open her notebook as you quickly wrote your name and number on the lined sheet of paper as she rushed out of the class. Your eyes following her retreating form as you sat back in your desk.

‘Well that just happened.’

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The Taiwanese girl had to run to the student council meeting since she was behind on one of her projects. Panting as she entered the room. Taking a seat as she opened the notebook she had given you to write in. Her eyes barely glanced at the paper, when your handwriting caught her attention.

Her eyes widened as she pulled the note she had received this morning out of her binder, holding it next to your name and number. An exact match.

‘Oh my god.’

-The Next Morning-

You walked sleepily to your locker as you ran a hand through your hair, yawning as you put in your code. Pulling it open, only to have a piece of paper come fluttering out. You raised an eyebrow as you squatted down to pick it up, turning it over as you gave it an experimental sniff. ‘It smelled like Tzuyu’s perfume?’

You felt your heart begin to pound in your chest as you slowly opened the note. Your eyes widening in shock.

Found you! Now how about you keep your promise about that date you wanted to take me on. -Tzuyu <3.

You couldn’t believe what you were seeing as you read the note over and over again. Tzuyu stood quietly behind you. Her chuckle greeted your ears as you turned around slowly, catching her gaze. A smile growing on her lips as she looked at you expectantly.

“So. What’ll it be, Anon?”

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A suppose to the Light Orb in Hilda S2E9

(Original Post: http://tieba.baidu.com/p/7217336792 Authorized Repost & Translation by me)

First of all, deerfox is known as a mysterious creatrue in Hilda's world, therefore it might has some kind of unique ability, which in my opinion, 'Mental Connection' between itself and another creature could be it. For examples, when a deerfox suddenly appeared in front of Hilda and Twig in this scene, it was probably because it had FELT its congener--Twig. What's more,Twig's parents could also had FELT their child, and that's why they stayed before crossing the light bridge and waited for Twig's coming up.

So what is the Light Orb around Twig? It first appeared in Twig's  dream, and Twig showed his amzement and curiousity,which meant he didn't know what it was. However Twig then started to follow the orb, showing that there was some kind of connection between the two, and it was the instinct within as a deerfox forced Twig to follow the orb automatically.

When Twig entered the Deerfoxes' World,he found that there were quaities of light orbs floating in air aside the other deerfoxs.On the contrary to the fact that these orbs were smoothly floating and surrounding other deerfoxes, Twig's orb was always flying up and down hastely and escaping to the distance instead of surrounding close to Twig.

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Twig started to find his own real orb after he discovered that nearly every deerfox had an orb. Soon it appeared, circled around him for a while but then fled away just like the one in his dream. Twig had to chase it behind and other deerfoxes stopped to watch this exordinary scene since the orb shouldn't bahave like that.

After the orb flew for a distance, it faded away into a familiar figure(which is still a touching scene without understanding). Twig lowered his head, showing an enlightened  look. His parents stared gentlely at him, which could be an affrimance to his infermance.

So, my suppose is that the orb represents a CONNECTION only belongs to the deerfox. As the pic followed shows,every deerfox  possesses only one orb with it, and the orb shows up only in the Deerfoxes' World. The orb represents another deerfox, and the closer two deerfoxes are, the smoother the orbs float.

Is the CONNECTION destined between the two specifical deerfoxes? Obviously no. The little deerfox in this red circle had no orb. And this means that the CONNECTION needs a period of time to be fostered.

Back to Twig, Twig's orb was always escaping fast, which probably means that the "deerfox" belongs to Twig was getting farer and farer. The fading of the orb also showed that that 'deerfox' didn't belong to the Deerfoxes'World. And who was that 'deerfox'? The answer has already been showed to us: A fateful bond has formed between Hilda and Twig, a holy, indivisible CONNECTION which used to form between the deerfoxes only.

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Let's take a look of how it performs.

At the beginning of this article, I suggested that 'Mental Connection' was the special ability of the deerfox species, which means that the CONNECTION could be mental.

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When Twig was still a baby deerfox, he didn't know what the light orb and CONNECTION were. His hesitation in front of the light bridge showed that Twig had never been to the Deerfoxes' World before. However, when crossing the bridge, Twig surprisingly heard a calling from Hilda which was too far to convey by sound. A performance of CONNECTION.

But did the CONNECTION only let the Twig know the location of Hilda and hear her voice far away? This might be too simple for the mystrious deerfox.

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Here comes the most important part. Let's take a look on Season1 Episode 1,where everything began. Twig didn't sign up the elf's protocal but he could see the hidden world of elves. I think it could be alike to the Connection(?) in Sense8 Series that Twig obtained Hilda's visual sense. And as the pic below shows, since it was just a SENSE, unlike Hilda, Twig didn't have the ability from the protocal to touch the elves' house.

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Back to the time when baby Twig heard Hilda's calling, he probably not only heard Hilda, but also FELT the helplessness of Hilda, and dashed towards her no matter what had happened.

This faithful and holy CONNECTION was obviously formed at the time when Hilda saved the entrapped baby Twig. In the magnificent music, two pure souls linked and relied on each other since then. As a deerfox, this CONNECTION was above everything. And that's why Twig's parents allowed him to returned to Hilda, the girl he would devote all his life to guard.

[stressedkitkatttt]

My Little Quarantine

So quaratine got us all fucked up. I'm losing my mind a little so in honor of this, here's a story involving our favorite Ecuadorian and his dick.

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: smut, dirty talk

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You and Christopher have been in lockdown for two months. You both were experiencing some cabin fever, and Chris was beginning to get on your nerves. You love him and all, but seeing him every day with no breaks, save for going shopping and when he was on video calls with the guys, it was obvious you were beginning to reach your limit. Even with your little breaks, when you came back from the store or he finishes the video call, he's right beside you again, cuddling with you, teasing you, pulling small pranks for Tik Tok... You name it, he's probably done it to you. And since he couldn't go see his friends and cause mischief in person, he turned to you.

Finally, you manage to settle him down from his antics by offering to play Mario Kart. He agrees and you both sit on the edge of the bed, getting comfortable. You choose your characters and choose random on the race selection menu. You had fully expected him to kick your butt but when you began to win just about every race, you got a little cocky. As your character crosses the finish line for the sixth time in a row, you throw your hands up in triumph, looking at Chris with the biggest grin.

Chris sighs and rests his face in his hand. You nudge him with your shoulder, "Doesn't feel too good when you're constantly losing, does it?" He fixes a hard stare on you, but it has a lightness to it, so you know he's not actually upset that's he's been losing for the past 10 minutes. When his face lights up suddenly, that signature Christopher Vélez smirk on his plump lips has you raising a brow.

"How about we up the stakes a little bit?" He says. "If I win, I get to fuck you every which way I want and you don't have any control. If you win, you can have the control and fuck me however it pleases you. All within reason, of course."

"What's the catch?" you ask after thinking over the idea he was proposing.

"There is none. All you have to do is beat me. Best of three races. The only rule is that we randomly select the races so we can't rig our chances of winning."

You mull over the idea. On one hand, you know that you're pushing your luck. If you continue to race against him, your luck will run out eventually and he'll beat you sooner or later. If that happens, he'll win the upper hand and you'll have to give up control for the night. But on the other, there's the sweet idea of being able to tie Chris up, tease him mercilessly like he's done to you many times in the past. You look at him. "So if I win... You'll let me take full control?" Your breath hitches a little when he nods his head.

Would it be worth the risk? You feel so conflicted before you decide to take your chances. It's not often you get to have total control in the bedroom. After all, Chris is a dominant man when it comes to the bedroom. You give Chris a smile and accept his offer. He smiles back and he gets up and uses the restroom. You move from the bed and stretch your legs, feeling a little giddy at the prospect of having Chris at your mercy, begging for you to let him cum. You're quickly brought back to reality as he exits the bathroom, returning to his spot on the edge of the bed. You join him and prepare yourself.

Chris selects the random button on the race menu and it chooses an easy course; Toad's Turnpike. You breathe a small sigh of relief. A pro to this is that it's an easy track. The con is that because it is easy, Chris has a higher chance of beating you. He does play this game more than you and knows some of the courses like the back of his hand. You were decent at the game, but some of the tracks give you a hard time while Chris seems to fly through them with ease. You take a deep breath and take a glance at Chris. He has his game face on, eyes glued to the screen with every intent on winning.

Lakitu comes down and counts down from three. When the lights turn green, you and Chris both gain speed through the starting boost. Because he started in seventh place, and you in eighth(total bullshit in your opinion), he easily slid past the NPCs and into first. You were close behind him for the first two laps until you got close enough to him on the final lap, close to the finish line, where you knocked him into a car. Chris practically growls as you pass him and cross the finish line. He turns his head and glares at you. You return his sharp look with a shrug, "You said the only rule was that we needed to use the random select when choosing the tracks."

"Still a dick move..." He grumbles under his breath, turning his attention back to the menu. He selects the random button again, this time it lands on Yoshi's Circuit. Oh great. You didn't particularly like this track due to its tight turns, and you've seen the way Chris handles those turns. This isn't one of his favorite tracks but he's kind of good at it. And just as you suspected, he beat you. You cursed those the pin-hair turns like a sailor and rolled your eyes when Chris rubbed the victory in your face. Whatever. You beat him seven times before this. You'll let him have his fun and get it out of his system.

But suddenly you feel a little nervous. This meant you each had won one race and now this final track would be the tie-breaker. You silently pray that the game is on your side and picks an easy track for you. But, as fate would have it, it chooses one of your worst nightmares. Rainbow Road. You groan mentally. Great. You were decent at the game, but even the pros can have a hard time on this track. It requires one's full attention and no distractions. You were gonna be royally screwed. And possibly in the literal sense. You clear your head and zone in on the screen. You weren't going to let him win. Not this time.

Chris starts in first and you in second. You both hit the starting boost and take the first few corners just fine. With the first lap gone, and Chris still in a steady lead, you grab an item box and to your luck, it's a red shell. You're far enough behind him that you won't catch up to him but you can still see him in your sight. You make sure to time your red shell launch just right, hitting Chris as he's taking the second turn, ruining his drift and sending him over the edge, leaving you to take first place. You hear his angry huff beside you but you don't spare him a glance, too fixated on winning.

You manage to keep first place, despite the seemingly infinite amount of red shells Chris seems to throw at you, and soon you're both on the last lap. You've got an impressive lead on Chris, who was steadily closing the gap. You're so engrossed in the lap that you don't notice Chris shifting closer to you. You jump suddenly at the sound of his voice right by your ear. "I bet you're already wet for me, aren't you nena? Or maybe you're wet because you can't wait to have me begging for you to let me cum." You bite your lip and try to ignore him, but his words sink in and you can feel yourself react to his words alone. He doesn't even have to touch you to get you going.

But you were caught off-guard and your hand moved slightly in your haste to move away from his voice against your ear. This caused your thumb, which was on the thumbstick, to move slightly and cause your Kart to spin out and into space. Since Chris was already gaining on you, this gave him the perfect opportunity to throw a final red shell as you were brought back up from your fall. The red shell hit you as Chris zoomed past, along with two NPCs, leaving you to finish in fourth place. Chris crosses the finish line with the smuggest smirk on his face.

You sit there, jaw slightly agape as the reality set in on what was going to go down. You whip your head and glare at him. His response was to look at you and raise his arms, stretching and leaning back a little. Like what he did wasn't a big deal. To say you were mad was an understatement. You were fuming. "Christopher! You asshole!" you practically scream. He justs grins and looks at you, thinking about how cute you were when you mad.

"How so, amor?" He practically purred as he suddenly pushed you down into the mattress, placing both arms on either side of your head and straddling your hips. Your glare intensifies.

"Don't play dumb! You know exactly what you did!" You growl out and he leans down, his light stubble tickling your neck.

"The only rule we had was that we use the random select. Nothing was agreed upon how we could win. And you pulled the same move on me in the first race, so now we're even." If looks could kill, Christopher would be dead where he stands. But, he did have a point; you both agreed that using random select was the only rule. And you know that. It's just your competitive side gets the better of you sometimes and with the offer, he had made with you, how could you not be mad? No wonder he had looked so enlightened when he brought up the idea. He had this planned from the start, the cheeky motherfucker.

You just groan in annoyance and throw your head back. A shiver runs down your spine as he begins to place kisses along your neck, hips slowly grinding into yours. He finds your sweet spot on your neck and sucks harshly, leaving a dark mark. He makes his way to your ear and his voice tickles your ear once more, "I'm hungry, cariño." He leans in and tugs on your lobe with his teeth. You moan and bring a hand up to his soft hair, gently tugging.

"Oh yeah? What're you gonna do then?" You reply, bucking your hips. His response is a low groan as he slowly makes his way down your body and stopping at the top of your shorts. Your breathing gets heavier as you feel your shirt slide up a little and his long fingers hooking into the hem of your shorts and pulling them down.

His hot breath fans over your clothed heat where he notices a wet spot forming. He looks up at you between your thighs, smirking. "How wet are you right now, cariño?" He asks, running a finger lightly over your panties. You already know he knows how wet you are. He just wants you to stroke his ego. You decide to keep your mouth shut for the time being. You were still a little upset at how he won the bet, even if it was technically within his right. When you remain silent, he raises a brow.

"Nena," he hardens his tone, "I asked you a question." You only huff and turn your head to the side, not looking at him. You don't notice his hard glare as he suddenly lands a slap on your ass. You yelp at the sudden sting and look down at him. "Good, now that I have your attention, I'm going to lay down some rules. You are not allowed to touch me. You are not allowed to cum without my permission. And when I ask you something, I expect an answer. Got it?"

You remain silent. He narrows his eyes as he lands another slap, this time you felt the sting for a few seconds more than the last one. "What are my rules?"

You reply with a sarcastic tone, "I can't touch you, I can't cum without permission, and to answer you when you ask me something. There, happy? Now hurry up." He raises a brow at your behavior. He wasn't expecting you to be such a brat. Guess he'll just have to teach you some manners. He is quick to rip your panties, to which you make a small noise of protest because those were one of your favorites. He ignores you and begins to assault your aching core with his tongue. He is also quick to use his fingers, making sure to brush your sweet spot.

He's done this so many times with you, he knows all the spots to hit. It isn't long before your on the edge. You suddenly grab his hair. You're so close to your orgasm, all you need is for him to -

"Did you think I'd let you cum so easily?" He pulls away from your core. He had a mocking tone to his voice. You look down at him, panting and eyes narrowed.

"What the fuck, Chris!?" You hiss.

"You've already broken two of my rules, nena. You'll be lucky if you cum at all tonight." You huff and throw your head back. "If you break one more rule, I'll take of myself tonight and I will leave you here throbbing and begging. Understand?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes sir..."

"Good girl." He lowers his face back to your core and begins to tease you. When he finally pulls away, you were dripping and your face was flushed. He had brought you to the edge at least twice before pulling away and letting you calm down. It only made the throbbing in your core worst. If he kept up this pace, you would cum with or without his permission. "Do you want to cum, nena?" He rubs his hands on your thighs. You nod and look at him with wide eyes.

"Please, papi, I need to cum so bad..."

"I know you do. But do you deserve to?"

You whine and reply, "No."

You weren't expecting him to suddenly thrust his fingers into your soaked core again and start a fast pace, his fingers rubbing against your sweet spot. You moan and warn him that you were gonna cum. "Dale." He grunts. That's all it takes before your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave. He doesn't stop the movement of his fingers as he works you through your orgasm. He buries his fingers inside you, moving his middle finger and rubbing your sweet spot, building a second orgasm that takes the rest of your energy.

You sink into the mattress as he removes his fingers and sucks them clean. You think you have a small break to collect yourself but when you feel Chris moving up and aligning his hard cock with your entrance, you whimper. "Chris..." He knows what you're about to do and he quickly silences you with a fiery kiss as he slides in. He knows you well enough that you didn't need a break.

Not giving you time to adjust, he begins thrusting, hitting spots that were deep inside you. You forget his rule about no touching and your hands find his forearms. He stops suddenly and pins your hands above your head. "What did I say about touching me?"

"I-I'm sorry papi, I forgo-" He stops you.

"You're very lucky that I'm already buried inside you. Otherwise, I would go take of myself." He growls against your ear, picking up his pace again. From your previous two orgasms, your third one came over you so fast, you barely had any time to react. Chris grunts above you at the sudden tightness but keeps up his pace. When he suddenly pulls out, you think that's it but when he tells you to turn over onto your stomach, you open your mouth to protest. He raises a brow and you shut your mouth, turning onto your hands and knees.

He wastes no time and pushes into you again, hitting deeper at this angle. His hands are on your hips and he drags you back with every thrust. But Chris isn't satisfied with this position. He pulls out and instead lies down next to you, pulling you on top of him. He swipes his tip against your sensitive core and you shudder. He slowly sinks you down on him, taking deep breaths as he bottoms out.

You're tired but Chris barks at you to move your hips and ride him. You brace yourself against him and gather what's left of your energy and begin to move your hips. It's a slow pace but Chris doesn't seem to be in a rush anymore. He grabs your breasts and pulls on your nipples, making sure to give both equal amounts of attention. You were already close, and so was Chris. You collapse forward as Chris begins to buck his hips, meeting you with every move of your hips.

"Cum for papi. One more time, nena. I know you can cum one more time." He whispers and you feel his hand drift down and rub your clit. Your fourth orgasm washes over you and you moan weakly into Chris' as he buries himself inside you. You both collapse and you roll off of his chest. "Fuck nena," he breaths out. He turns to face you. "Are you okay?" He gently rubs your shoulder. You nod and close your eyes, tired as hell. He pulls you close to his chest and follows you into dreamland.

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[histoireettralala]

Berthier through the Revolution - Part 2: “A man who can be of great use.”

’ On April 26, 1792, France declared war on the King of Hungary and Bohemia, anticipating a future attack. Berthier was appointed chief of staff of Rochambeau, then commander of the army of the North stationed between Dunkirk and Philippeville. Let's recall that the French armed forces were also commanded at the beginning of the conflict by La Fayette, Luckner and Montesquiou, all former fighters in America and supporters of a constitutional monarchy.

[..] Caught between two fires, Rochambeau resigned, sending Berthier to Paris to expose to the king the disastrous state of the army. Rochambeau was immediately replaced by Luckner who demanded that Berthier whom he had known from America, was maintained in his post. [..]

Luckner, aging (he was then seventy years old) left Berthier to reorganize the army as he wished. Berthier multiplied the letters to the ministry, asking for adjutants general, assistants, material: "I am not discouraged, Sir, because the difficulties double my energy; but I am truly distressed by the state in which I have found Marshal Luckner's army. I found a non-existent staff [..] We are not in a position to act, as much because of the distressing disunity which reigns here as because of the little instruction of the army. You will see that I need 8 adjutants general and 14 deputies [..] I am writing to you in haste, and I must remind you that the position of the army, in all respects, deserves the most serious attention. . If it was only a matter of being killed, I would not speak to you thus; but I repeat it to you, it is about the safety of the fatherland and the loss of our freedom. "

The minister promised, but there was no follow-up to these requests [..]

The Revolution continued and caught up with Berthier again. On June 20, 1792, a new revolutionary day agitated Paris. Pushed by agitators like the brewer Santerre and the butcher Legendre, the people of Paris invaded the Tuileries, demanding the withdrawal of the royal veto, in particular on the oath of priests to the Constitution. The king and the royal family were insulted and assaulted for several hours without Louis XVI giving in. The constitutional party was outraged by these incidents, in particular La Fayette who immediately left his command to join Paris and protest in the Assembly. In a fit of loyalty, Berthier wanted to follow the same path and sent from his headquarters (Menen, near Kortrijk) a letter to Louis XVI recalling his oath of loyalty to the Constitution, affirming his indignation at the offenses against the king and his will to fight the dissenters of the interior.

His enemies did not expect so much. From July 2, his letter, which fell into Jacobin hands, was published in Le Journal de Paris, denouncing him as an agent of the king. The same evening, the deputy Delmas denounced at the platform of the Assembly the general's intervention in the political debate. Faced with the violence of the attacks, Berthier had to back out. He asked Luckner to take his defense, which he did with a letter to the President of the Assembly: "M. Berthier, Chief of Staff of the army I command, has just communicated to me an extract of the session of the National Assembly of July 2, where M. Delmas read letters which indicted this general officer.It is for me a duty and a need to render dazzling justice to his conduct, to his enlightened patriotism, to his useful activity, of which the staff has received the happy influence. It is when a good citizen and a good soldier is attacked by unvoiced wickedness that I must loudly proclaim the excellent qualities that my usual relations with him have given me the capacity to recognize in him. "

At first, this support seemed to protect Berthier. But the situation at the borders worsened. On July 11, the National Assembly proclaimed the homeland in danger, and on July 26 the Brunswick manifesto stirred up the hornet’s nest.

[..] On July 19, after having tried to react, La Fayette was declared a traitor to the nation by the Assembly. That same evening, accompanied by his aides-de-camp, he quietly left the army and crossed the border of the Ardennes. On August 21, his friends who remained in France "paid" for him: Berthier was dismissed. Stunned, he cried out for reinstatement, supported by Luckner and Kellermann. Without much result: the Minister of War Servan then avoided annoying the Assembly where the deputies Delmas and again Le Cointre never ceased to denounce Berthier as "the agent of the Court and the correspondent of La Fayette. "

On September 20, the very day of the battle of Valmy, Berthier's dismissal was confirmed, and, in fact, it was certainly a lesser evil in this troubled period; at the same time, Luckner was recalled to Paris, from where he was not to leave, executed in 1794. But friendships remained strong and, from October 14, Custine, then commanding the army of the Rhine, demanded from Pache, a new Minister of War, Berthier for Chief of Staff:

"Citizen Minister,

You will have seen by the state of the general officers of this what a shortage we have of them; there are no more adjutants-generals than officers-general, and I have before me the army of Europe where there are the most distinguished officers-general; it is entirely before me,the Prussian army, commanded by the king, the duke of Brunswick, the king's sons! And in the midst of the work to which I have to give myself in order to lead the campaign with twelve thousand men, the only force that I have been able to muster, it is necessary that I take care of the smallest details. You know, however, the great task that I have given myself to fulfill. I do not know if Alexandre Berthier committed a crime, if he has plotted against his country; then I renounce him; but if he was only suspected because of the attachment which the marks of kindness which he had received from him must have given him for the ci-devant king, in truth, I believe that it is not only in your power, but the duty of the provisional executive council to restore to military functions a man who can be of great use. I can speak of it with more knowledge than anyone, because I was the one who trained him in America. It was I who, in peace, completed his military education on a trip to Prussia where I had taken him. Finally, I do not know anyone who has more ease and an eye for the reconnaissance of a country, who carries it out with more seriousness, to whom all the details are more familiar than to him. I might get to know someone who can replace him, but I don't know him yet. In the name of the Republic, and for my relief, send him to me, Citizen Minister, if possible, unless the provisional executive council wants to get rid of me. It would be all the more wrong as no one does more justice than me to those who compose it, and especially to you, citizen minister. "

If this letter covered Berthier with praise, it also awkwardly highlighted the latter's loyalty to the royal family. It was once again without follow-up. But Berthier's protectors disappeared in turn: La Fayette on the run and soon imprisoned in Prussia, Luckner under house arrest, guillotined in 1794, Custine soon to meet the same fate. Berthier, at the start of the Convention, was then able to lie low.

Franck Favier - Berthier, l’ombre de Napoléon

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Mankai’s 5th Mixed Troupe Play: Yin Yang Midnight 1/ 3

This story takes place during the Heian era-- The extravagant culture and lifestyles of the wealthy elite are coming to an end as murmurings of a mysterious Onryo begin to spread through the court.

Then suddenly, an unexplained plague begins to sweep through the streets of the city. The epidemic moves swiftly through the royal court until the emperor himself falls ill.

Characters

Sakyo as Abe no Seimei

Azuma as Kou

Citron as Geppaku

Guy as Hisui

Explanation of terms

This story is heavily based on traditional Japanese religious practices and thus some Japanese terms will be left to preserve the meaning of the story. I have also included links to wikipedia artists explaining the terms if you would like to read more.

Heian Period: Japanese era that lasted between 794 - 1185 AD.

Onmyouji: A person who practices “Onmyoudo”, a spiritual practice common in Japan during the Heian Period. Onmyouji were responsible for keeping track of calendars, performing rituals, etc. 

Onmyouji Bureau: An official department in the royal court made up of Onmyouji who served the emperor. 

Onryo: A vengeful spirit that returns after death to cause chaos.

Shikigami: A spirit companion that is summoned by an Onmyouji to help with tasks. They can possess animals and use magic, however it takes a lot of strength from the Onmyouji to control their Shikigami properly.

Due to the length of this play, I will be posting it in 3 parts

[ Part 1 ] [ Part 2 ] [ Part 3 ]

Onmyouji Chief

Seimei, you heard about the disease that is spreading through the city, right?

Seimei

I have.

Onmyouji Chief

Well there’s only one other person who knows this but...

The Emperor has fallen ill.

Seimei

--!

Onmyouji Chief

But if this got out to the rest of the imperial court, it would definitely incite a bunch of useless panic.

There would probably be a power struggle if this news got out that the emperor is in critical condition.

So, let’s pray he recovers from this.

You should go perform a purification ritual immediately.

Seimei

Understood.

Seimei

Cleanse the heart, cleanse the body

Kou

Leaving all the grunt work to you again? Tch.. Typical.

Despite your efforts, you know they are just looking for someone to scapegoat, right?

Seimei

Don’t say such things, Kou!

Kou

Yah, yah, whatever.

Seimei

--

Kou

..... Something’s coming.

Seimei

Make haste, follow my command! 

Kou

Too bad, he got away.

Seimei

..... What’s the meaning of this?

Kou

Were you even listening to me? This is all just busy work.

Seimei

The Emperor’s life is in danger.

We must hurry!

Onmyouji Chief

It’s an Onyro you say? Don’t be ridiculous.

There are no gaps in the boundary of the imperial court.

If that were the case it would mean one of our fellow onmyouji has turned on the great emperor himself. 

Completely impossible.

Seimei

Well...

Onmyouji Chief

Seimei.

Was this your plan all along? To put the blame on some so-called Onryo as an excuse for why you couldn’t complete the purification ritual?

No matter how hard you try, you’re still as conceited as ever.

Seimei

-- I wasn’t trying to make excuses for--

Onmyouji Chief

Then step down!

Let someone else handle the ritual.

Seimei

...

The Onmyouji Bureau tasks Abeno Seimei in charge of holding the purification ceremony in order to cure the emperor. However, during the ritual, Seimei encounters a troubling sign that convinces him that the plague sweeping through the imperial court is the work of an onryo. Seimei then sets out to find a way to exterminate the spirit from the court.

Seimei brings his findings to the head of the Onmyouji Chief and is met with laughter. Without the support of the Onmyouji Bureau, Seimei struggles to continue his investigation.

Kou

You don’t need those shitheads. They’re gonna realise they were wrong sooner or later.

Seimei

I doubt it.

If we don’t take action now the damage is only going to get worse.

Kou

But those higher-ups at the Onmyouji Bureau got their eyes on you so there’s no way you can just move around freely.

Seimei

But Kou....

I can’t just sit back and watch!

Kou

You work too hard. Hope you don’t regret it.

Seimei

I don’t care about all that nonsense, just tell me what you found.

Kou

I told you already. The barrier surrounding the imperial court is pretty strong, so strong I doubt even we could break through. An onryo could never slip through.

Seimei

.... That’s just like what the Onmyouji Chief said... Right?

Geppaku

Master Seimei.

Seimei

-- Geppaku? You came back!?

Geppaku

I got here yesterday. Sorry I didn’t write you sooner.

Seimei

I see, long time no see!

Geppaku

You look happy as ever, I’m glad!

Seimei

Same for you, Geppaku.

You look just as healthy as I imagined.

Geppaku

Thank you so much!

Even far from the city I caught wind of some rumors.

Seimei

Guess even I couldn’t stop that.

Geppaku

What’s with that blank expression? Did something happen?

Seimei

You didn’t happen to hear about a mysterious plague sweeping through the city, did you?

Geppaku

Yes, I heard no one knows where it came from.

Seimei

I’m afraid it is the work of an onryo.

Sadly I just couldn’t catch it myself....

Geppaku

Perhaps maybe I could lend you a hand?

Seimei

Really?

Geppaku

I don’t really know if I could do much, but I’ll do whatever I can to help, please let me try.

Seimei

What a lifesaver!

With you at my side, Geppaku, there is nothing we can’t do!

-- Kou.

Kou

You called?

Seimei

Please enlighten Geppaku on the curse of the vengeful spirit.

Kou

Ehh, I’m kinda not feeling it right now.

Seimei 

Excuse me, this is not a question of whether you want to do it or not.

Kou

Fine, whatever.

Geppaku

Hehe, what a quirky shikigami you got there.

Seimei

I don’t know how I put up with him, really.

Geppaku

On the flip side, he definitely seems pretty strong!

That’s the Seimei I know!

Seimei

You too, Geppaku.

How goes your training? You have to tell me all about it later.

Geppaku

I can’t say I am as nearly as adept as you, Master Seimei.

Seimei

What are you saying? Surely by now our skill levels are almost even.

Seimei is at a loss of what to do when an old student of his, Geppaku, appears. Geppaku is a foreign boy and because of that, despite his strength, was unable to enter the ranks of the Onmyouji. Geppaku returns to Seimei after he had left the city to continue his training.

Geppaku volunteers to help Seimei and from there the two begin their investigation into the cause of the epidemic. However, Seimei’s shikigami, Kou, does not seem to like Geppaku much and acts coldly toward him. Seimei does not seem to notice this, however. Towards the end of their research, the pair hear of another happening outside of the town that could be related to the so-called onryo. The duo make haste to the scene.

Seimei

So this is where all that commotion about that onryo was coming from?

Kou

This is right about where the first case broke out.

And also around the same time of day.

Seimei

I don’t really know if there’s any relation, but it’s definitely something to look into.

Villager

’s there somethin’ I can help ya with?

Seimei

You didn’t happen to hear anything about an onryo sighting here, have you?

Villager

Ah well ya see...

I was pretttyyy drunk one night,

‘nd I saw it riiiight here. A big ol’ ball ‘o fire flew up and I tripped at this ‘ere stone and whaddya know a will-o-wisp came flyin’ out!

It had some kinda creepy glow.

I got quite a shock and nearly poo’d my pants.

I dun remember a thin’ after dat though.

Seimei

A rock, huh... Seems like such a childish prank for a ghost...

It makes me kinda worried.

I have never heard of anything like this before, let’s look it up, Kou.

Kou

Hey hey, isn’t that something a little heavy for a Shikigami?

Seimei hears about a sighting of the spirit from a villager who encountered it during a drunken evening. Intrigued by the story, Seimei tasks Kou to see if there are any similar stories from inside the city.

After looking into it, Seimei realises this spirit is not just a simple prankster, but in fact a strong force that could even penetrate the safeguards placed around the city’s borders.

To be continued... Read part 2 here!

[i-will-be-forever-yours]

Trust Issues Pt.II

A/N: Sorry it took so long...life if frickin insane. Anyway..love to all you who spent time reading. Sorry for the grammatical errors and spelling. Hope you like it and send me ideas for another story and with whom. reblog if you would like plzzzz 

Part One Here

Warnings: Angst-Fluff, not much language...ummm yeah

Summary: Shawn and Y/n have been married for a year and a half and he seems to be drifting. Will trust put this marriage at risk?

Word Count: 1.2k

posted 12-4-19

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Shawn looks down at his phone again. He has tried to call y/n over fifteen times in the past hour since he texted her to come home. Just as he is about to call again, a notification from his local news app pops up. Some gut instinct told him to click on the link, and sure enough, intuition was correct. The headline states, “Y/n L/N-Mendes has been in a serious accident.” He doesn’t even read the rest of the article before he’s rushing into their shared closet to put on some clothes and his shoes so he can rush out of the house.

In his haste, he kicks over some shoes of hers near the back of the spacious closet. He barely glances down but does a double-take when something catches the light and draws back his eyes. Looking closer he bends down to pick up three white plastic sticks. He turns them over and sees the word POSITIVE on all three. It doesn’t take a genius to know what this means.

He stumbles back out of the closet in a dazed manner and sits upon the edge of the bed with a thud. His mouth is agape and he cannot stop the flow of tears as he recalls the words he threw at her just a short while ago. He is even more worried for y/n and now his unborn child. Why did he have to be so stupid and rash he inwardly scolds. Those and other thoughts are crashing around his head. It feels like a hurricane and he is unable to reel back his raging thoughts and emotions. He’s on the verge of a breakdown, and the room starts to spin a little, while the edges of his vision get a little blurred together. However, he calms himself down by breathing in and out multiple times. There are more important things, and he has no time to waste time crying at home.

Knowing he needs to get to y/n as soon as he can he puts on his old white vans and a hoodie before he sprints out the door. He tries his best not to speed to the hospital but seems to hit every red light. “Gosh dammit! Move!” he yells at no particular car while hitting his steering wheel with his fist. Tears are pouring down his face as he thinks that his last words to his beautiful wife may have been him screaming at her to just fucking get out of his face. He doesn’t even notice that he has surpassed the speed limit until the sounds of sirens and flashing lights flood his senses behind him.

Looking in the rearview mirror he sees the officer trailing him. So, with much reluctance, he pulls off to the shoulder and puts the car into park. Still looking in the mirror, he sees the seemingly middle-aged officer get out of the car and approach his window. Rolling it down he waits for the officer to speak.

“Young man, are you aware that you were going 15 miles per hour over the posted speed limit? Care to enlighten me as to why you are in such a hurry?”

Shawn looks down at his lap to his fidgeting hands before saying, “Yes Officer, and it won’t happen again...i-it’s just that my wife is in the hospital and I-I just found out she’s pregnant. And I told her to leave the house a-and she wouldn’t have been in a crash if it weren’t for me. I’m the worst husband ever.” he stutters out, once again on the verge of tears.

The officer looks at him with pity and nods. “Well, we better get you to the hospital as soon as we can.”

Shawn’s head snaps up. “W-what!? Really! Thank you so much, officer! Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Chuckling, he replies, “I can see the love and worry you have for her, it’s not every day that I see that much love and devotion in such a young man.”

Shawn made it to the hospital in record time with the officer leading the way. Once he parked he was out of his car, sprinting inside to the front desk. He was met by a rather short woman with a bright, friendly smile.

“I’m here to see Y/N Mendes.” he stated while fidgeting with his hands.

The bright lady smiled up at Shawn and nodded. She typed a few things into her computer, before stating, “yes..um she just got out of surgery a bit ago, and is in room 219.” He nodded and was about to turn around when he heard her say, “oh...and sir, it will be just fine, she’s going to be okay.”

He just gave a halfhearted smile and made his way to her room. Each step felt like a mile, but as the room neared he began to get nervous, not knowing how she was going to react after their last conversation.

Nearing the door he took a deep breath before pushing aside his worry. Peering in he saw the cut and bruised face of his beautiful wife Y/N. He slowly neared the bed and pulled up one of the chairs. He was quick to grab the hand that had no tubes or wires in it, and softly placed kisses on it.

“I love you so much Y/N, and I’m so sorry for yelling at you baby. You just need to wake up for me, and you can yell at me all you want okay?” he sniffled. He looked up at her face, and just let the tears flow. Laying his head by her stomach he stayed there for what could’ve been hours or minutes. The stress of the situation finally overtook him, and he was welcomed into a deep restless sleep. Darkness surrounded him, but he didn’t mind.

He was awoken by scratching on his head. Still slightly asleep he peered up at his wife. He didn’t expect to see her gleaming, y/e/c eyes staring back at him. Fully awake now he jumped up and gently grabbed her face. Before any words were spoken he leaned in for a kiss. It was a beautiful kiss, relaying all the emotions that couldn’t be said.

Finally breaking for air, Shawn moved in closer. They were startled by the door opening and a nurse walking in. He just sat there as the nurse carried out the examination. Few words were spoken, but that was okay with him.

The doctor come in a few minutes after the nurse took their exit. Speaking to Y/n he explained the procedure, and the recovery process. She also stepped closer while Shawn stepped out of the room to answer a call from his mother, so he could update her about Y/n. In his leave the doctor also talked about their unborn baby. She covered how they were perfectly fine and there were no complications. Leaving the room, it was another couple minutes before Shawn poked his head in.

After a couple of minutes of silence, Y/N spoke up. “Shawn...I-I uh…”

He waited for her to continue, but when she didn’t he too spoke up. “I’m sorry Y/N. I was such a- such a dick. I yelled at you and kicked you out, a-and I made you crash. It’s my fault Y/N. I- I am so sorry, will you e-”

Before he could finish, Y/N spoke up. “Hey, don’t take all the blame. I didn’t trust you as a wife should. Don’t be hanging yourself for this...okay? I’m okay. I need you to be competent for our baby Shawn.”

Up till that moment, Shawn had forgotten, or more like avoided the subject for fear that something had happened to his unborn child, but it all came rushing back. Tears gleamed at the corner of his eyes. “Y/N, we’re going to be parents...wow.” he chuckled through his tears. He leaned in so that his forehead was touching hers, “I love you so much, Mrs. Mendes, and I’ll never yell at you again. If I do, slap me one.”

Y/N just chuckled, and connected their lips once more before whispering “I love you too Shawn.”

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Thanks again for reading...send me ideas for a new story...and feedback? do I need to expand my vocabulary and writing skills? lmk

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After Hours - A Professor Loki fanfic

Summary: Evelyn Monroe has been a TA for professor Laufeyson’s Calculus course for four months now. He was known to be quite strict, but that never deterred her from applying for the position in order to be close to the man she had been secretly pining for. One evening, she returns to his office after opening hours… and with her bountiful luck, she walks in on something not meant to be seen.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, Eventual Romance/Smut

Pairing: Loki / Original female character

Chapters: 1/?

Words: 1681

A/N: The professor Loki fanfic you never asked for  ;.; I was gonna wait till I had like… six chapters written in advance till I posted this, but fuck it. I’m fairly consistent, so you don’t have to worry about ‘when the fuck is this gonna update!?’ Anyway, let me know if it’s good so far.

Come check this out, babes!: @milkymaidme @dangertoozmanykids101

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“Excuse me! Sorry, please move! I said move!”

Evelyn spoke as she weaved her way through the busy hallway, bee-lining straight towards Professor Laufeyson’s office.

She had been absent not once, but three times the past two weeks for each one of their meetings, and she could feel that his patience had long vanished.

Until now, being a TA for his calculus course had been smooth sailing - contrary to what herself, and everyone else who had taken his class thought.

When Evelyn opted to take calculus the previous semester, she had already braced herself for failure. Math had never been her strong suit, barely passing even the most basic of classes despite her studious nature.

But under his tutelage, Evelyn had unexpectedly grown a deep love for the subject - and the professor himself.

In class, while professor Laufeyson could be unbearably strict most times, he never failed to find innovative ways to make each lecture fun and engaging. Not only that, he was extremely patient with her when she came for extra help during his office hours. She had even breached his lunchtime on multiple occasions, and not once did he turn her away.

That was why after passing his course with flying colors, Evelyn decided to apply for the TA position as soon as it opened. Admittedly, she had grown attached to the man; not only was he knowledgeable in mathematics, but with subjects ranging from history, literature - anything she could possibly think of.

But now, as she raced towards his office, she steeled herself for a harsh tongue-lashing from her scary professor. One thing that professor Laufeyson hated the most, was tardiness. He had been lenient with her thus far, and Evelyn feared he would think she was taking advantage of his good-will.

Reaching the door to his office, she swung it open in haste.

And there he sat, his mere presence exuding authority. One long elegant leg crossed over the other as he flipped idly through a book, not sparing a glance in her direction. He was even more intimidating with his sharp way of dressing; White dress shirt pressed to perfection, covered by a dark, slim- fit suit vest. Evelyn was a sucker for men in suits, and her professor wore them like no other.

She scuffled inside, closing the door behind her. Evelyn made sure to check if it was closed correctly - perhaps due to its age, the door refused to click most times.

After doing so, she walked to stand in front of his desk, shuffling awkwardly on her feet as she waited for him to speak.

It took several beats of silence before she finally heard his cold voice, “ Enlighten me…what day is it, Miss Monroe?”

Shit…what was today?  “Uhm…Taco Tuesday..?”

He looked up from his book to give her a sharp look, “Is this a joking matter to you?”

“N..No..Nope! Uhm..I don’t- what… what was today suppose to be again?”  Really Evelyn? Taco Tuesday? That’s the first thing that came to mind?

Sighing, her professor pinched the bridge of his nose before lifting a sheet of paper into view with two fingers.

Teaching Assistant Evaluation Form: Midterm Progress

“I am highly disappointed in the effort being displayed thus far, Miss Monroe. Out of all my other TA’s, I expected much more from you.”

Evelyn gaped stupidly at the paper in his fingers, and then began to panic internally. She had no idea TA’s had midterm evaluations, so she did plan on slacking a tiny bit until finals rolled around.

As an art major, taking three studio classes began to take its toll - so much that even professor Laufeyson became an afterthought. But now faced with the danger of failing, she would have to re-organize her priorities.

“I understand that you have a lot on your plate this semester. However, I would advise that you treat all responsibilities with equal priority.”

“Yes…I’m sorry professor, I promise to make up for all the lost time…”

The look he gave her after she said those words made her extremely uncomfortable. Sharp, and burning with intensity. Uh…did I say something wrong?

Having noticed that he must’ve looked off, he turned his head abruptly back to his book.

“Actions speak more than words, Miss Monroe. Now sit. You have much to make up for.”

And so, for the next three hours, Evelyn worked hard in the suffocating silence of his office grading one too many papers. Her professor never talked much, granted. But he wasn’t usually this quiet with her.

Over the past four months as his TA, they had developed a sort of… companionship. If you could call it that.

She was intimidated at first- and still is, but he was surprisingly easy to converse with. After she assisted him with whatever he had on his plate, they would usually fall into casual conversation, and talked about all manner of things that inevitably drew them closer.

But now…she could sense that he just was watching her, and she could barely concentrate on grading due to nerves.

Evelyn raised her head from the papers to chance a glance at her professor - and sure enough, he was staring at her with furrowed brows, and narrowed blue-green eyes.

What.. what’s his deal? He’s acting so weird…

Evelyn cleared her throat stiffly to breach the silence, “Uh… is everything okay?”

He shot her the unfriendliest look she had ever seen on his face, but spoke in a calm voice that did not match it, “You pull three no-shows, show up late, and then have the audacity to ask if everything’s okay?”

Welp…guess I shouldn’t have asked…

He closed the lid to his book a bit too harshly, causing Evelyn to jump slightly in her seat at the sudden sound.

“You’ve done enough, you may take your leave.”

Evelyn glanced down at the pile of papers she barely managed to make a dent in, “ Oh..but-”

“It is lunchtime, and I’d like to eat in peace. Now please leave.”

At his stern command, Evelyn gathered her things quickly before walking to the door. She glanced over her shoulder to look at her professor one more time, guilt weighing down her heart as she watched him gather the large pile of ungraded exams in front of him.

While she was a student in his class, professor Laufeyson always went above and beyond to make sure she knew the material and spared no effort in tutoring her when she asked for help. He was a busy man, so he rarely showed any other students the same courtesy.

But her lack of effort and laziness not only gave her a poor grade, but unnecessary stress to the person she admired the most.

No wonder he was so affronted with her.  She was a terrible student, in addition to being a terrible friend.

Evelyn walked a little around campus aimlessly with a heavy heart, until she went inside a cafe across the street.  

She loved the place - it had a cute little reading corner at the back, and she would always order a huge slice of lemon cake to eat while she studied.

And at the thought of cake… Evelyn was suddenly struck with an idea. She recalled, during one of their many casual conversations, that he mentioned having a bit of a sweet tooth.

Even if she couldn’t make up entirely for her poor work ethic, she could at least treat him to a nice, big slice of cake as a start.

After studying for a few hours, she went up to the counter to order the biggest slice of lemon cake they carried.

It was around six in the evening by the time she left the cafe, the skies now a dark purple hue as she scurried across campus with a large cake box.

The cake’s size was a bit overkill -  but like her mama always said, go big or go home.

She just hoped he was still there around this time. More than likely he is, with the amount of work she left behind.

Evelyn entered the now empty building where his office was situated, taking care to walk as slowly as possible. She could be a bit clumsy when she was nervous, and at the moment her heart was beating a mile an hour.

Just give him the cake, apologize again, then head on home. No biggie.

He was really pissed with her earlier on though, and she hoped he cooled down considerably since then to accept her gift graciously.

As she slowly approached the office door, Evelyn paused.

Eh… the heck is that sound?

She walked closer to the door, and the sounds grew louder as she did.

Whack! Whack!

Slap!

Slap!

Evelyn was beyond perplexed. What in the world was he doing in there to make that sound?

She was about to knock when the sound of her professor’s velvety voice through the door caused her to go stock still.

“I am highly disappointed in you, Miss Monroe. Who told you to come?”

Evelyn shivered at the tone of his voice, her eyes growing wide.

How…how did he know I was here? And why’s he talking like that? 

She plagued herself with so many questions that she felt herself turning silly.

’‘But… I suppose you’ve been a diligent, good girl. You may come now, Evelyn. Come for me.”

What the…I guess he wants me to come in then?

Without further confirmation, Evelyn twisted the knob to swing the door open.

“Uhm… I’m sorry for -  Holy SHIT!”

Little did she know… it wasn’t the ’come in, have some tea!’  type of come, but the sexy, kinky kind.

Evelyn all but threw the cake inside the room with a surprised yelp, shocked at the sight that now tainted her poor virgin eyes.

Her beautiful professor… whom she secretly admired… was currently balls deep within a fortunate female victim - paddle in hand as he fucked her mercilessly against the obviously sturdy surface of his mahogany desk.

                   Good? Bad? Worth pursuing? Let me know~

[headoverhiddles]

Assist Me: Part II (Dr. King Schultz x Reader) [Fluff]

Synopsis: After what happened at the office, you follow King and Django, determined to discover the secret you know they’re keeping. 

Part I 

Dust kicks up as you head home, down the main street of the little Texas town you live in. The times are changing, but it seems Daughtry isn't. You wish you could move to a more enlightened area... but there's one person keeping you here.

Turning and glancing at him over your shoulder as he walks off with Django, you think of what you two had just done in the dental office. You smile a little. You'd been wanting to forever, and it had been better than you had even imagined.

But something about King still intrigues you-- something you just have to discover if things are heading the way they are with you two.

You turn heel, and walk briskly and quietly after the two men toward their mysterious destination. Slinking behind the pine church, you watch them unlatch their horses, and they ride off. You look around, find your own, and head after them... far enough back that they won't think anything of a lone rider behind them.

You watch them ride, and soon begin to wonder just what they're doing this far out of town.

You come up on a plantation, and frown. Are they conducting business deals? Did you just fuck a slaver??

You hear King's voice drift.

"Good evening, Mr. Crabtree! I am Dr. King Schultz, local distinguished dentist. I wish to parlay with you." 

The plantation owner standing on his veranda looks less than pleased. "It would just tickle me pink to extend southern hospitality to you, Doctor. But seeing how late in the evening it is and the state of your present company, I cannot."

King gives Django a sideways glance, and raises an eyebrow back. "I apologize for the late hour, sir. Furthermore, this is my valet."

His valet? You frown once more, hiding behind a huge tree. You pray no one else on the property can see you.

"My valet is always in my presence, sir, that is WHY he is my valet," King smiles simply, and the guy huffs, seeming to accept this reluctantly. King goes on. "I have rode all this way from town to communicate that would like to make a purchase from you."

You can't help yourself-- you burst from your spot, stomping over to him. "You absolute devil."

Both Django and Schultz turn quickly, and King's eyes widen. "(y/n)! Y-you--"

Quickly, you collect your wits as all eyes are on you. "You... had the nerve to leave me behind on a business trip, sugar?!" you play along, attaching yourself to his arm. You squeeze him a little too tight, and he does a double take. While he's busy stuttering, Django speaks up.

"Yeah. You... really shouldn'ta left your girl at home, Schultz. Sir."

King snaps out of it, and turns back to the confused plantation owner, improvising smoothly as he does so well. "Ah. My lovely southern belle-- this is (y/n). She typically accompanies me, but I did not want to keep her from her work at home. Anyways--"

"Well well well," the owner smirks your way, "Pretty little thing, ain't she?" King glares up, then at you.

“Excuse me, Mr. Crabtree, I’m afraid I need just a moment with my w--” 

"Just get on with the deal," you say, "I need to have words with my husband as well, but now is not the time." 

As you're being lead around the plantation, Django leans back with you. "Why's you here?"

"I followed you," you hiss back.

"Why?!" King asks.

"You're a slave owner?!" you retort, "You buy people when your work day is over?! You were INSIDE me!"

"Damn," Django mutters.

"Django please," King sighs, "(y/n), I can explain."

Just then, Django whips out his gun, and nudges the dentist. "There. That's him."

"Positive?"

"Positive," Django confirms.

King takes out his gun as well, and they both fire on a surveyor in the fields. The man on horseback topples off the horse in a shower of red. 

"What the..." you breathe, feeling a little lightheaded, and King takes your wrist.

"Later, my dear, explanations later. Post haste!" 

You three run from angry white men with pitchforks, and get on your horses. You ride for Daughtry as fast as you can, which at this point is about an hour away, but your horses are scared from the shot and they're riding fast.

Once you get back near the dentist office, you dismount, backing up against the shopfront. The shadows of the roof and the distraction of the drunk townspeople stumbling across the street cover for you three.

You’re still dizzy from what you saw. How is it that a man that sweet could have a double life like this?! And he had done such a good job of hiding it for the past year. “You’re killers.” 

"Bounty hunters," King corrects. Django tucks his gun back in his holster, and gets back on his horse. "Where are you going?" King hisses.

"This is between y'all," he says, and nudges Tony off. King turns back to you in exasperation, and rubs at his mustache nervously. He then takes your hand.

"(y/n)."

You squeeze his hands back, closing your eyes. "Doc...” You take a deep breath, calming your nerves. Look at it rationally-- would anything really make you leave him? “Doc, just-- don't say you wanted to tell me. Don't say that. It's not true. You couldn't tell anybody, and I understand. But why do you do it? You risk your life every night."

He’s quiet for a while. "It's a way to help, at least in some small way, do away with all the horror," King says, looking down. "Anyway, I had to keep my cover. Now it's been discovered. I have to take Django and leave, you understand, Fraulein." You squeeze his hands tighter. 

"You don't have to leave. You can stay here. I'll remain your assistant. I won't tell-- I'll stay. Any way you want me." You smile, and he blushes, stroking your hair back in awe. 

"(y/n)... in all the places I have traveled, I have never met anyone like you."  

You lean forward, and kiss him. "Likewise."

[hiirunakaarchive]

— to act in haste

↳ wisely and slowly; they stumble that run fast. (pt 2), (pt 3), (pt 4)

◇ pairing: ethan ramsey x mc

◇ genre: angst

◇ word count: around 6000 ?? sorry lol

◇ warnings: mild-ish ??/ nsfw

◇ author’s note: hey everyone! i know today’s strictly for nightbound and acor’s comeback, but i was so excited to get back into writing since the last fic i actually finished was 3 years ago. sorry if i couldn’t wait till friday, but please give this some love, it took me two weeks to write 🤡🤙🏼 i uhh,, recommend reading this on a laptop since the phone format is wonky but happy reading! might post a second part if people actually end up liking it, so feedback is greatly appreciated !!!

prologue 

Ethan Ramsey was a enigma.

For one, he never took cliche sayings to heart, and the one he found the most laughable was his own mentor’s advice.

“Ethan,” Dr. Banerji warned.

“That contemptuous smirk will one day be your own undoing.”

“I’m sorry,” the younger doctor replied, one corner of his mouth still twitching from amusement.

“I knew you were a sap, but at the very least, give me romantic advice that came from your own vocabulary.”

“Then I won’t be able to dumb it down enough for it to click in that thick skull of yours.” Banerji retorted, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he teased his junior.

Ethan threw his head back and laughed.

Appreciate what you have while it’s still there, Ethan. You never know when it might disappear.

Dr. Ethan Ramsey was a man of calculation and precision. He never believed in the concept of taking risks because acting without the basis of foretold outcomes was a dangerous and unworthy game to play; his ultimate philosophy.

He was resented for his misunderstood arrogance, but it stemmed from reasonable logic.

“You can’t afford to be scared.” He glared at the new batch of interns, his voice dripping with gravity.

“Cowardice clouds your judgement, and clouded judgement puts the life that your patient entrusted to you at risk. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Dr. Ramsey.” Came a chorus of replies.

Edenbrook’s newest doctors returned his icy gaze with their own, gleaming with vigor and determination. For a split second, Ethan felt a sense of fondness for them despite his own principle of not picking favourites, for they reminded him of himself in his first few years of practice.

In the crowd of adults, however, one woman stood out.

The way her face contorted after Dr. Ramsey spoke suggested that she took his words way more seriously than he intended for her to. She wasn’t fiddling with her badge out of nerves, or socializing with her colleagues out of excitement. She kept her eyes on him from start to finish, and he almost found it difficult to ignore.

Scanning the audience once more before sending them away, his eyes landed on her again, meeting her gaze briefly before Ethan found himself looking away first.

He didn’t realize it yet, but in a single moment, those eyes stole everything from him.

thursday, februrary 15, 2018

“Haruna Sakurai,” I read her name aloud in my office, scrutinizing her letter.

Transferred from University of Tokyo to Oxford with a Bachelor’s in Neuroscience, graduated at the top of her class in 2017, and dabbles with robotics as a pastime.

“Her pedigree is outstanding,” Harper stared at the bundle of paper, flipping through the pages with narrowed eyes.

“Sayuri Aoyama and Ryoichi Sakurai...Ethan, do you know who these people are? They-”

“Each won a Nobel Prize for discoveries in cancer treatment and immunology.” Dr. Banerji interjected, struggling to contain a smile as Harper passed the application to him, examining it himself.

“Met at the awarding ceremony, fell in love, and, together, have contributed impeccable research in the name of medicine. Arguably the most respected couple since the Okazaki’s and their discovery in regards to DNA replication.”

“Naveen…” I said, my poker face never faltering.

“How… like you, to be caught up on the gossip. The Kardashians weren’t doing the job?”

“Oh, be quiet.” The mentor chuckled as he continued to scan the application.

“I’ve met the Sakurai’s at a conference in ‘88 just before their child was born. Besides, don’t talk to me about the Kardashians when you named your dog Jenner.” Naveen placed air quotes around my pet’s name.

“I-”

“Do you know what this means?” Dr. Emery said impatiently, bringing her palms down on the table and redirecting our attention to the main topic at hand.

“To have their daughter at Edenbrook will do nothing but promote the hospital’s already sterling reputation. We have to have her.”

“I agree.” I sighed, pushing myself away from my desk and folding my arms over my chest.

“Ethan?” Dr. Banerji raised an eyebrow in suspicion.

“I never would’ve pegged you for the type.”

“The type to what?” I inquired, my tone embodying more of a demand rather than enlightenment.

“To choose someone based off lineage.”

“Excuse me? I- no. God, Naveen, never. There’s just something about this one-” I reached for the application across my desk and Naveen handed it to me eagerly, his teasing smile never leaving his face.

Flipping through the stapled copies of recommendation letters and awards of recognition, I stopped abruptly near the end, my eyes skimming over the page before opening my desk drawer and placing the application gently inside. Amongst hundreds of hopeful applicants, I pushed an alarmingly thin stack of paper towards the doctors across my desk, saying,

“These nineteen and Sakurai. Contact them and inform them of their acceptance. This one-” I tapped the wood of my drawer, referring to Haruna’s application.

“I’ll keep with me. There’s something I want to check.”

Following Banerji and Emery’s exit from my office, I opened my drawer once again and pulled out Sakurai’s application, muttering to myself in a low voice as I read the closing paragraph of her letter.

“Genealogy has already established irrefutable evidence connecting a child’s intelligence to that of their predecessors.”

“Though I certainly acknowledge my lineage as a biological factor in terms of my academic success, I refuse to accredit my own achievements as solely dependent on my pedigree.”

“Sayuri Aoyama and Ryoichi Sakurai are medical figures whom I am still light years away from perfectly emulating. However, in order to find my place in their world as even a speck of dust, I must first find myself. Rather than being addressed as Haruna Sakurai, daughter of Nobel Prize winners, to me, Haruna Sakurai, rookie doctor in the country’s number one hospital is much more gratifying.”

Reaching the end of the conclusion, I placed the corner of the first page between my thumb and index finger, bringing it back to the front. I returned the bundle of paper to the brown envelope from which it came and reached behind the back of my head to lace my fingers together.

I looked up at the ceiling, wondering audibly.

“Rookie, huh?”

wednesday, may 8, 2019

The idea of pursuing romance at my age would have sounded unfathomable to me a year ago. In fact, I was almost certain I never wanted to get into a serious relationship at all. But it isn’t until you desperately try to abide by workplace ethics despite undeniable mutual attraction and numerous instances of sexual tension that you realize you’re only human.

“I think I’m ready, Naveen.” Ethan paid a visit to his mentor’s home, sitting at his bedside as he unloaded his lovelife woes.

“I know I’m rushing headfirst into it, hell, I’m probably not even thinking straight-”

“Ethan, slow down.” Naveen reached up from his bed and rested an encouraging hand on Ramsey’s shoulder.

“I just...we’ve only known each other for a ten months but I will most probably spend the rest of my life searching in vain for someone like her. I can’t let her go, Naveen. I won’t.”

The older doctor responded with nothing but a lighthearted chuckle, his teasing nature never having left him despite being ill.

“You really ended up taking my advice to heart, didn’t you?”

Ethan couldn’t think of a better way to reply apart from raising his hands in surrender, laughing alongside him.

“Damn it, you got me.”

friday, may 17, 2019 6:15am

“Rookie.”

Strolling through the ward as I made my rounds, I recognized the familiar streaks of red and black as Haruna stormed past me, loose hair cascading down her back like dripping ink on tilted parchment. As she heard me call out to her, she immediately turned on her heel and greeted me through a plastic smile, holding her clipboard to her chest in a white-knuckled grip.

“What can I do for you, Dr. Ramsey?” She asked in a strained voice masked with professionalism.

In the midst of the bustling hallway, all interns having come from the lobby to hear who won the fellowship, mine and Haruna’s brief interaction evoked glares of suspicion and lingering, questioning gazes from the surrounding staff. Though I anticipated an overwhelmingly negative response to her achievement, I couldn’t stomach the paranoia festering in my gut.

We slept together. Repeatedly.

And no amount of constant rejection or futile attempts at fighting my impulses could undo what had already been done.

“Congratulations, and welcome to the team. I expect your contributions to fall nothing short of phenomenal.”

I crossed my arms, assuming my default nature and Haruna’s often cold and intimidatingly vacant stare softened slightly as she let out a small smile, ducking her head in acknowledgment.

“Of course, I look forward to working with you. Excuse me.”

She resumed her natural air of discipline and turned the opposite direction, beginning her rounds in confident strides as I watched her retreating form disappear as she turned the corner. Years of people-watching as a meaningless pastime and my own skills of observation as a doctor hadn’t betrayed me in the sense that I could tell Haruna was troubled. 

But then again, she was never good at hiding her emotions.

4:57pm

Several hours had already passed, it being late afternoon before I encountered Haruna again. She sauntered mindlessly in my direction, not looking up from her chart as I looked both ways in the empty hallway. She released a silent gasp of surprise as I gently caught her by the elbow and used both hands to maneuver her into the ward under construction, which we mutually agreed became our spot for private conversations.

She raised an eyebrow as I looked over her shoulder, one hand still placed on her arm.

“In a rush?” I asked her, lowering my gaze slightly to meet her eyes.

She hugged her clipboard against her chest, one corner of her mouth tilting upwards in satisfaction before replying.

“Not at all, my patients this week have been nothing apart from pleasant. Treatment and the like.”

“Ah. I see.” I broke eye contact, feeling inexplicably bashful all of a sudden.

What are you doing? I thought to myself.

You’re not here to play Yahtzee, ask her if she’s free tonight.

I let my hand that rested on her arm fall limp at my side. Looking over Haruna’s shoulder a second time under the pretense of appearing mindful of our surroundings, she cleared her throat with avoidant eyes before holding her hands behind her back, rocking lightly on her heels. A painfully awkward moment passed before she broke the silence.

“Were you hoping to steal a moment with me, Ethan?” She teased, a playful smirk hinting at her lips as I choked on my own breath and looked at her with wide eyes.

“We are in a professional setting, Haruna. I would never-“ I began before I registered the childish expression she wore, obviously amused by my reaction.

A muscle in my jaw twitched as I kept myself from smiling as well, adamant on refusing to entertain her antics.

“No, that’s exactly it. In a sense.” I conceded, and the mischief in her eyes disappeared, replaced with her usual stern visage and...was that a grimace?

“After our shift is over, I’ll meet you here and we can go back to my condo together, is that alright?” I asked her hopefully and she returned my question with nothing but a look of repulsion.

“I don’t have any ulterior motives-” I initiated my panicked explanation before she sighed in defeat at my lack of humour.

“Calm down, I’m teasing. I’ll see you later then, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you as well.”

The mystery behind her proposition made my heart skip a beat, and my imagination dared to deviate between the actual practicality of the situation and my own lewd fantasy. Of her lips racing to move hungrily against mine as soon as I shut the door behind her upon entering my home. Of me cupping her face in my hands as I slip my tongue past her lips. Of her moaning against my mouth as my hands move from her face, to her neck, and down to her chest, roving her body and ultimately dipping into her jeans as her own fingers fumble with my tie and the buttons of my shirt-

Ethan Ramsey, you fucking animal, focus.

Haruna touched my cheek in my momentary loss of self and was unable to mask her pleasant surprise as I reached upwards and placed my hand on top of hers, turning my head slightly and pressing my lips to her palm. She looked away and bit her lip in embarrassment, releasing her fingers from my grasp and beginning to make her way back to the main ward.

“Oh, and Rookie?” I called to her before she made a complete exit.

She whipped around, her eyes beaming with anticipation as if hoping for something more.

“Be sure to pop by Mrs. Reitman’s room today. She’s getting discharged this evening and insisted upon saying goodbye to you especially.”

I smirked in satisfaction at my own success in lightly teasing her and Sakurai rolled her eyes, but the smile that formed on her lips betrayed the air of vexation which she tried to exude.

“With pleasure, Dr. Ramsey.”

7:26pm

The ride together was unsettlingly quiet.

We met at the incomplete wing as promised, but she came in slow, exhausted paces. A disturbing sight in contrast to her usual march; one of which the nurses on the unit described as similar to a catwalk. Dr. Sakurai was poised and somewhat aloof, yet her natural character brimming with charisma made her intimidating aura seem almost insignificant.  

But there was none of that today. Her confidence, which everyone thought to be a well that never ran dry, appeared almost nonexistent as she trudged towards me looking distant and oozing fatigue; not from the work, but seemingly from everything else.

“You look bothered, Rookie.” I voiced my observation as she approached me.

She didn’t greet me with her usual smile, or shoot back a snarky response.

“I’m fine. Let’s go?”

“If you’re too tired, then this can wait until another day-”

“I can manage.” She interrupted, beginning to make her way to the elevators and to the basement parking lot.

Since then, neither of us had spoken a word. Between the brief moments I found to catch a glimpse of her, Haruna faced away from me and instead, looked out the window of my car, admiring the city that came to her in bright flashing lights. With the window rolled down just enough to welcome fresh air, she leaned her elbow against the armrest and closed her eyes.

My eyes darted to her resting figure as I caught the stoplight illuminated red, and the second I intended to be fleeting became more as I found myself unable to look away.

She shifted in her hollow dormant state, and her features previously hidden from my sight came into view as she turned her head towards me.

On the empty road tainted black, I mistakenly interpreted the casual eeriness of the night as serene. Haruna’s lips parted slightly as she slept and her hair, hauntingly jet black, fell across her face in poker straight strands. In that moment beneath lamp-lit streets, she was beautiful, and frighteningly so.

“You, Haruna Sakurai, are an enigma.” I sighed, leaning my head back against the headrest as I stared vacantly at the ceiling of my car.

Admit it, you useless coward. You love her.

8:02pm

As we pulled into my residence, I handed my keys to the valet, an eccentric old man who was a little too friendly for my liking, and undeniably nosy. Yet he held feelings of sentimentality for the doctors of Edenbrook because one saved his life seven years ago. I was that doctor.

“Dr. Ramsey! When’s the last time I saw you? Come home a little more often, you workaholic!” He guffawed and landed a solid clap to my back.

“Charlie…” I grimaced.

“You are the reason I don’t come home, you rotten old prune-”

“And you brought Dr. Sakurai along too! Always a pleasure, my dear.” He flashed me a wink and Haruna masked her fatigue with a gentle smile, nodding her head at him once.

“Mr. Panelo. Likewise.”

Maneuvering our way around Charlie’s attempts at small talk, we somehow made it inside the building and into the elevator, although a little short of breath. Haruna, a born people-pleaser, usually took the time to entertain the elderly man and his efforts at setting her up with his son, but after today’s brief meet and greet, she followed me wordlessly through the doors and pressed the button to my floor.

The ascent seemed to be longer this time, or maybe it was the ongoing silence between us that made time appear to go more slowly. She stood alarmingly close to me, our shoulders slightly touching and her hand hanging out of the sleeve of her jacket, begging to be held. As I spotted her beginning to lean her head into the crook of my neck, I reached out to take her hand, but the sudden ding of the elevator made us both jump.

Despite the both of us being aware of the moment we let escape, we left it unacknowledged as the doors slid open. I allowed Haruna to exit the elevator first, and I slowed my pace to match with hers as we walked to my unit. Reaching the door, I stepped aside and softly tilted my head in the direction of the keypad.

“Hah!” Haruna couldn’t help but laugh.

“You know me too well.”

Six familiar beeps and the click of the automated door into my flat made my heart race with anticipation, and I could see that it had the same effect on Haruna. As I opened the door and gestured for her to enter first, I saw her chest rise once with a suck of her breath before she stepped inside.

Her eyes wandered every inch of the room, familiarizing herself once again with her surroundings as I closed the door behind me. The last time she was here was last month, and I’ve been craving her since.

“Jenner, baby, are you here?” She abandoned her temporary facade to coo after my dog as I slipped off my shoes and hung my coat.

Haruna whistled a low tune as she continued to call for him, walking backwards into the living room like she was afraid to miss the sight of the pup bounding towards her in excitement. She lived for moments like that.

“Jenner, my good boy, come out. Mommy’s-”

She stopped in an abrupt mid-sentence as she felt her foot slip on what I recognized as one of Jenner’s toys, letting out a yelp of surprise.

I instinctively reached out, catching her and celebrating my inner relief as I felt her weight against my arms. Wounding them further around her, I looked down only to see that she, too, was looking up at me. Expectantly, and with our faces mere inches apart.

“—Oh.” Haruna breathed, registering the situation and looking to the side in order to avoid my gaze.

I placed my fingers under her chin, gently turning her head to face me again. She didn’t try to look away a second time.

“Dr. Ramsey-” She said under her breath, her eyes darting quickly to my mouth.

“Ethan when we’re alone, remember?” I muttered, beginning to lean in. Our lips were achingly close before she brought a finger up against mine.

“Ah, ah. No ulterior motives, I believe was what you said, Dr. Ramsey?” She challenged, and I withdrew.

“Yes, I- my apologies. Take a seat. Care to dine with me?” I gestured to the sofa and she indulged as I made my way to the kitchen, albeit slightly humiliated at this first instance of rejection.

From the kitchen counter I called to her,

“Do you like your steak medium or well done?”

9:14pm

I ended up finding out that she liked her steak strictly medium well.

Ensconced in the dining room and seated across from each other, I silently admired my handiwork as Haruna rose her fork to her mouth and beamed at my homemade cooking. She brought her hand to mouth to cover the subtle smile that formed on her lips.

“This is...delicious, Ethan. You’ve outdone yourself.” She said coolly, patting the napkin to the corners of her mouth.

“You don’t have steak often?” I asked her as I took a sip from my glass of red wine.

“No, my parents didn’t indulge much in luxury.”

“And your friends at your penthouse? Rumour amongst the other interns is that you five, the scalpel jockey, and occasionally the paramedic go out for fancy dinner every weekend.”

She scoffed at the discovery of strangers in her personal business, but fondly at the memory I seem to have triggered. But as if a switch had been flipped, the smile on her face faded as she bit her lip and returned to her meal, a solemn look in her eyes.

“We did. But some of us are...not on speaking terms as of today.”

My own guilt began to form knots in my stomach as I saw her expression grow more weary.

“Is this because of the fellowship?”

She laughed bitterly.

“When is it not?”

I eyed her silently as she picked at the small hill of carrots that formed at the side of her plate, pressing her tongue to the inside of her cheek in contemplation.

“I’m happy about this, make no mistake. Reaching such a milestone so early into my career makes me proud. It’ll make my parents proud. I know I didn’t come to Edenbrook just to play patty-cake with my own competition, but I-“

She stopped herself, and her lip quivered momentarily as she silently exhaled.

“I didn’t think I would be so unprepared for the consequences.”

I reached for her hand across the table, taking it in mine as she continued to look down at her feet. She tensed slightly at the sensation but didn’t pull away.

“Rookie. Listen to me.”

“You’re no idiot, and I’m not saying this to make you laugh because you know I don’t joke.” I told her.

“I’ve admittedly said things in the beginning to shake your confidence, and you yourself can recall all my moments of harsh critique. You were so easy to doubt yourself, and for a while I was concerned about whether or not you really belonged here. You’re sensitive. Appallingly sensitive, brash, and naive.”

“Is this supposed to make me feel better?”

“Let me finish.”

I looked at her and for the first time today she returned my gaze willingly, a piercing and penetrative stare that almost compels you to break eye contact.

“But in all those times, your wit, your inextinguishable resolve towards doing what’s right, and your near reckless selflessness proved yourself superior to your self-doubt. You deserve to be on the diagnostics teams for an infinite number of reasons and more, Rookie, and I would be extremely pissed to find that petty backlash made you question that. You’re noble. Almost to a fault. And your dedication, your natural character dripping with charisma, and your untouched innocence despite it all is exactly why I-“

I love you.

Yet the words caught in my throat.

I hesitated, and the three words I anticipated to declare to her all day disappeared from the tip of my tongue. It felt like sandpaper, and I brought a hand up to my neck instinctively as I cleared my throat, loosening my tie and taking a panicked sip of my wine.

“Ethan?” Haruna asked me worriedly and I reached my other hand across the table to grasp her fingers.

“Dr. Sakurai- no, Haruna. You have to know that I-”

I stopped myself again, and I recognized my reluctance to confess as nerves. Who knew that even after guest-speaking in numerous medical conventions and reciting speeches for just as many prestigious awards that telling one woman you loved her was all it took to stutter.

“It’s a blessing and a curse. Being number one, that is.” I bluffed.

Are you kidding me? Are you fucking kidding me? What kind of excuse is that?

But Haruna seemed to have taken comfort in my words, quite obviously pleased at me having sung her praises for longer than two seconds. She smiled, genuinely this time and I felt myself relax.

“You’re absolutely correct.” She agreed.

“Except I wasn’t.”

I froze.

My fingers still wrapped around Haruna’s hand in an almost childlike grip, she pried them off before taking her utensils and finishing her dinner.

“So why?” She asked me, not bothering to look up from her dish as she continued to eat. The nonchalance in her query was alarming and the fact that I immediately knew what she was referring to invoked internal panic.

I stayed silent, choosing to remain oblivious to the context of her question. Despite my failure to respond, Haruna continued to keep her eyes trained on the food fixed in front of her, as if allowing me time to conjure up an excuse. I kept my gaze fixated on her as her fork pierced her steak, and a painfully long and uncomfortable silence passed before she decided to repeat herself.

“The fellowship. Why did I win?”

friday, may 10, 2019

“I won’t let you do this, Ethan. It’s not fair for the other interns!” Harper’s voice boomed across her office as her nostrils flared in pure anger.

“And why the hell not?” I argued, pacing the room in equal frustration.

“She’s an outstanding doctor. She’s driven and passionate- no one deserves this more than Dr. Sakurai-”

“Except for the person who came first in the rankings!” The female doctor scoffed in disbelief, ripping the list from the corkboard behind her desk and aggressively pointing to the name at the top of the sheet.

“In case it wasn’t clear, ‘Aurora Emery,’ Ethan. She came first in the rankings, therefore, earning her place on the diagnostics team. That was the condition on which we agreed upon. No exceptions.”

“This was the condition which you and Naveen agreed upon.” I corrected her, the lingering betrayal tinged in my voice.

“Sakurai is fourth, still one of our best, so what difference does it make?”

“Only everything!” Harper roared.

I quickly looked at the updated rankings with a side eye, and indeed, Dr. Sakurai’s name was fourth from the top. After Aurora, Varma, then Olsen. 

Following her sudden outburst, Dr. Emery attempted to recollect herself, releasing a deep sigh before pinching the bridge of her nose.

“You know what, fine.” She hissed, still displeased.

“The fellowship will go to Dr. Sakurai but the updated list is still going up, and whatever chaos arises as a result, you will be dealing with the reparations.”

Harper shoved the single sheet of paper roughly against my chest before storming out of her office, slamming the door shut behind her.

present

“Ethan, answer me.” Haruna repeated, a little more firmly this time.

“I did it for you.” I said bluntly, failing to convey even the slightest notion of regret at my actions.

I heard her sharp intake of breath, and looking up from my plate I saw that her utensils, still dug deep into her meal, were frozen in place. Her lip quivered once and all I could do was pretend I didn’t notice, knowing full well the shallow breaths she took to steady herself were a failed attempt to keep from crying. And they were not tears of joy.

“Did you think it would make me happy?” She asked quietly, accusingly.

“Just consider it as...recompense” I answered, attempting to avoid her question, but the following silence, contrarily deafening, suggested that I only made things worse.

“Recompense.” She echoed, barely above a whisper as if she wanted to hear the word in her own voice. As if she was afraid to say it wrong.

“No,” I interjected, immediately realizing my mistake, “not like that. I’m sorry.”

I reached for her hand across the table but she recoiled from my touch and rose abruptly from her seat.

“What are you compensating me for, Ethan? Pray tell.”

She continued to glare, and I found myself unable to speak. Unable to breathe.

“That’s not how I meant for it to sound.” I tried to assure her, but to no avail.

“That’s how you made it sound.”

wednesday, november 21, 2018

I appeared at Haruna Sakurai’s penthouse in the pouring rain, half past midnight. She voiced her surprise as I paged her in the lobby, addressing her through the intercom.

“Dr. Ramsey?”

“Rookie.”

“It’s late. What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see you.”

A brief silence passed between us before I heard the unlocking click of the entrance door. Stepping inside and unable to idle in anticipation for the elevator, I took the stairs to the sixth level.

Reaching the entrance to her penthouse, and Haruna whipped the door open after a single knock, as if waiting for me to show up.

“Dr. Ramsey, I-“

I took one large step forward, cupping her face in my hands and capturing her lips hungrily against my own as she stumbled backwards into her unit. I kicked the door shut and my clothes and hair, drenched from the rain, dripped onto her marble floor as the adrenaline from running up six flights of stairs resulted into me groaning in heavy breaths against her mouth.

A lustful disarray of lips and tongue, we persisted in our heated kiss as we tripped over ourselves in a backwards mess, hitting walls and furniture until her back lay flat against the glass of her living room window, the blinds up and allowing pedestrians below an inappropriate spectacle.

“Your roommates?” I muttered against her mouth and she smiled, grabbing the lapels of my jacket and pulling me in for a deeper kiss.

“Donahue’s. Now shut up and continue where you left off in Miami.”

I obliged. Grabbing both of her wrists in the single palm of my hand, I pinned them above her head as I removed my lips from hers and placed them on her neck. Haruna sighed in content.

“You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about this. About you.” I admitted.

I released her wrists from my grip and trailed my hands down from her arms to her chest, cupping her breasts as I kissed her jawline.

“That kiss in Miami left me wanting more and I have a feeling you knew exactly what you were doing to me the moment you let me put my hands on you, Haruna Sakurai.”

She found herself speechless as my fingers wandered over the silk of her blouse and reached under to feel bare skin, hot against my touch.

“Doctor-“ She began, only to bite her lip and suppress a moan as I reached a hand into her underwear.

Haruna buried her head in the crook of my neck as my fingers continued to work against her, breathing raggedly until she still found the energy to respond.

“Your perverted thoughts just couldn’t satisfy you anymore, could they, Dr. Ramsey?” She looked up at me mischievously and I pulled her chin to me in a rough kiss.

“And that mouth.” I breathed against her lips as she came up for air.

“The things I’ve imagined doing to that smart, pretty mouth-“ And it was her turn to silence me.

Reaching a hand to the back of my head and tangling her fingers into my hair, she pulled my face towards her again in a kiss fueled with fervor. At that point, we both knew I was wrapped around her finger.

“Enough talk, Ramsey. Show me.” Haruna demanded in a threateningly quiet voice, and I could do nothing but follow.

-

“Are you sure about this?” I clarified one last time, taut arms pressed on either side of her head as Haruna laid beneath me, both of us in the nude.

“I know how you feel about me, Dr. Sakurai, and I-”

Haruna reached up, her hands wandering from my lower abdomen and up my chest before cupping my stubbled jaw between her fingers. She silenced me by pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth, then firmly against the parting of my lips, slipping her tongue in the brief opening she found as I gasped. Reaching around my neck and grasping my curls, I was pulled closer towards the woman beneath me until my head rested on her bare chest.

“I love you.” Haruna whispered against my hair.

“And I don’t care about whatever answer you have, whenever, just as long as you give me this. At the hospital, during the day, we can just be Dr. Ramsey and Dr. Sakurai. But at times like these, at ungodly hours of the morning when it’s just you and me, we can just be a man and a woman.”

“Pretend that you love me, even just for these nights, Dr. Ramsey. That’s all I ask. ”

I said nothing as I rose from her chest and propped myself back up. I felt Haruna’s eyes following my movements, anticipating whatever step next I was going to take, and I found myself drawing my face closer to her features. I kissed her forehead, her nose, then her lips before bringing my own to her ear, murmuring against her skin,

“Ethan, for tonight.”

I felt her smile against my cheek and in response, brought a hand to the opposite side of my face, turning me towards her just close enough for the woman to reply.

“Haruna, then.”

present

“Is it because I let you sleep with me?” She goaded, her brows raised and her eyes ablaze with spite.

“Because while I insisted on confronting whatever—”

Haruna gestured around her.

“—this is, you evaded me like a coward until you decided it was convenient?”

I couldn’t bring myself to look at her.

She reminisced bitterly at that rainy night six months ago, scoffing resentfully as she shook her head at herself. She regretted it, and it hurt that she wanted me to know.

“Is that it, Ethan? Do you pity me?” She spat.

“No!” My head shot up from its downward gaze to answer her sincerely.

And the way she looked at me broke me.

She was inexplicably angry. Hurt, and the contempt in her voice was something I couldn’t stomach. Her eyes glazed with tears threatening to fall, but she wiped at her eyes furiously before breaking eye contact, as if she couldn’t stand the sight of me.

“Haruna, no. Those nights we spent together were something completely apart, I would never-”

“Then why!” She fumed, her voice seething with disgust.

For once in my thirty eight years of living, I didn’t have an answer.

Her breathing came in short, jagged huffs and she pushed her hair out of her face, calming herself.

“You know what they’ve said? The others?” She laughed, despite herself.

“That I slept with you to land that spot on your diagnostics team.”

I couldn’t find words. Dozens of thoughts raced through my head, fueled with guilt and apology, yet for some reason, my mind failed to formulate proper English. I didn’t have the courage to respond to her, Christ, I couldn’t even look at her.

When did I become so weak?

“People know about us, Ethan.” Haruna continued.

“And if it’s not Haruna Sakurai, daughter of Nobel Prize winners, it’s Haruna, Ethan Ramsey’s gold-digging whore. I’m sick of it. So, so sick of it.”

She couldn’t keep up her facade. Her expression, once contorted in pure rage, softened as she let her tears fall freely.

“I’m sorry.” I said. It was all I could muster.

“Sorry isn’t good enough.” She made sure to place emphasis on the last two words, and began to make her way out of the living room and to the entrance.

“Where are you going?”

“Home. I can’t stay here for a second longer.”

“At least let me drive you home-”

“Just tell me this at least.” Haruna spun to face me, unyielding to anymore favours I tried to offer her.

She didn’t trust me anymore.

“That night you showed up at my penthouse-” She began, swallowing hard.

“You touched me like you loved me. Why?”

We both knew the answer to that, yet she insisted to hear it from my own mouth and in my own voice. Suddenly, what I’ve been trying to tell her all day became impossibly difficult to contain. I never imagined that I would have to tell her like this.

But she deserved to know. I owed it her.

“Because I did-” I answered, before hesitating. I looked away, and Haruna’s gaze was still insistent upon me.

You owe her this.

I took one deep breath, before looking at her again. I stated in correction,

“I do.”

She smiled to herself in reassurance.

“I thought so.”  

She shut the door behind her, her departure accompanied with a soft click. Once again, I was left alone in the resonating stillness of my vacant apartment.

I never thought I’d resent the silence this much.

[canonconspiracy]

Oblivious (Klaus x Reader)

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Author: @rmorningstar21

Pairing: Klaus Hargreaves x Reader

Warnings: Angsty, Swearing, Heavy Drinking

Cross Posted on Wattpad (@rmorningstar21)

AN: The time frame on this is kind of screwy, but honestly the series generally gives you 8 days to save the world, and not a great deal of time that Klaus is actually sobering up during that time, so it's a little rushed. Angsty with some fluff at the end. Also, my phone is not allowing the "Read More" option, so I do apologize for that.

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From the outside looking in, it appeared that you did not want Klaus sober.  This was not something you audibly spoke to anyone, nor did you believe it to be so.  For that matter, you did want Klaus to be sober and clean. It killed you to see him the way that he was, as the wreck he had become due to him trying to cover his past by numbing himself.  

No one understood the thought process going through you as you sipped back alcohol as if it were merely water.  No one understood what you needed to numb from, nor why you were numbing yourself as Klaus had fixed himself. Klaus was improving, and you had deteriorated into the nothing that he had just recently saved himself from.  

You needed to be numb, you had told yourself, though.  When you experienced extreme sadness, it triggered your powers in a negative fashion.  If you were just numb, you thought that would allow you to function. Each time you thought about why you needed to drink, you took another sip.  

You constantly thought about it, until no thoughts logically crossed through your own mind.  In fact, you knew it was unhealthy, and you would be drinking yourself into a premature grave.  It was not an addiction to you, though - it was a necessity.  

Klaus becoming sober would not effect you this way if it were not for one specific factor.  You grew up with Klaus as if the two of you started off in boarding school. Not biologically related, everyone knew there was a chance for the siblings to develop feelings for one another.  Luther and Allison had, though nothing had come of it as she moved away with time. Nothing had become for you, either, though those feelings had remained.  

You had stuck around Klaus when he had moved out of the main home, and had watched each horrible decision he had made.  Part of you, of course, wished that you could have stopped him. That part of you wished in the beginning you could have done something, anything, and yet you knew if anyone was to stop him, it was not you.  

After loving him for so long, you could not be the reason to get him sober.  You could not be someone he wished to be sober for, and yet, someone else could.  He was sobering up so he could say goodbye to Dave.  

Each time you had to hear Dave's name, you took a sip of your drink.  It was like a fucked up drinking game for you, where you just hoped by the end of it you could forget why you were drinking in the first place.  Sometimes you did forget, while most times you couldn't.  

Tonight, you were not even sure how much you drank before you began crying into your pillow that night.  You could not even remember what exactly triggered your tears that night either. All you knew was you were sitting in your darkened room at the home you grew up in, tears spilling from your eyes.  

You could not hear the meeting going on in the kitchen, which was not quite far away from you either.  As you wept, your adoptive siblings were sitting in the kitchen, talking about your state. Most did not know why your behavior had plummeted.  

"What the hell is wrong with her?" Luther said with a scowl, his fists clenched in anger.  Luther looked to you as a younger sister, but with the behavior that you had shown, the part of him that was angry he could not help you, thought you were just being an idiot.  

Allison placed a gentle hand on his wide back, calming him slightly.  "There's something clearly wrong, but going at her in anger isn't going to help," Allison cooed softly, trying to get the large man to calm fully.  She was always the level headed one of the group, for the most part, though the two of you had grown apart when she had moved out. "Maybe I could talk with her." 

"You guys don't get it," Five interjected thoughtfully.  "You can't get her to stop drinking. That would be another catastrophe that we don't need." 

Klaus's lips turned downward into a grimace as he glanced over at Five.  "So, I get sober and everything is fine and dandy, but she can't?" He said in disbelief.  "She was never the trainwreck." 

"Heavily negative emotions affect her powers," Five replied with a finger up, as if to silence the room that was not speaking in the first place.  "She could, theoretically, end the world." 

Klaus merely stared in disbelief at Five's accusation.  Allison had chimed in, "We need her help to prevent the end of the world, though." 

"Why don't we lock her in the safe room?" Luther chimed in, "I mean, until she's stable." 

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Klaus shot up, floored by Luther's ridiculous proposal.  "Why doesn't someone just figure out why the hell she's upset in the first place?" 

"I know why," Five stated matter-a-factly.  

"Care to enlighten us?" Luther shot back.  

Five shook his head, his finger underneath his chin, as if he was thinking of a way to fix things without actually helping you whatsoever.  "It's not my business to tell," he simply stated with a shrug.  

What the group did not know was the fact that Ben was in the other room, and since you would not be able to see a ghost, he was able to observe you.  He had observed you more than a few nights, trying to figure it out before it had become an increasing issue. The ghost of your adoptive brother watched as you spoke to yourself, even in your own drunken slumber, and he had figured out the issue.  Of course, the only downside to his findings was the simple fact that he was not sure he would be able to help.  

The group had gone their separate ways with time, each heading to slumber upon their own accords.  Beforehand, they had spoken about the impending threat of the apocalypse itself after talking about the apparent impossibility of aiding you.  Klaus had retired to his chambers with Ben waiting on a chair in the corner, and the ghost had glanced up as Klaus had superman-ed into his bed.  

"She's crying over you," Ben stated to the half awake Klaus.  

This had made Klaus shoot up into a seated position, his eyes fixated upon his ghost adoptive brother, a frown protruding on his face.  With a clear head, Klaus was able to process things more productively, and since he had been sober, his head was truly clear, thanks to Diego's support.  "Why is she crying over me?" He asked after trying to process what Ben was saying in the first place.  

"Don't be an idiot, Klaus," Ben said crossing his arms.  "She loves you." 

Klaus had spent a year in Vietnam, and had fallen in love as well as watching that love die.  He thought about you, and the attraction he had for you as kids. There was something of love there, but nothing had become of it, as he begun drowning himself in just about anything that would keep him away from sobriety.  He still had cravings and addictions, but due to his desire to say goodbye to Dave, he was sober and staying as such.  

His lips pursed tightly, and he laid back upon his bed, staring up at the ceiling.  He tried formulating a plan as he stared at the ceiling, his blue eyes blurring as he felt a few tears well in them.  As he kept thinking, he could see the signs throughout time. Each and every time that you had shown him something, he had ignored it.  His own self doubt, self pity, had stopped him from believing that someone actually cared for him.  

With the thoughts flowing through his mind, he drifted off to slumber, knowing what must be done when the sun rose.  He had loved Dave, and part of him still did, but Dave would have wanted him happy. Dave would have wanted to see him sober and happy, living a fulfilling life.  

***

Though Klaus was sober, he was still groggy to rise.  He had to force himself out of bed, and had received an approving nod from his adoptive ghost brother Ben before he had left his room, trailing quickly to your own in his normal, eccentric step.  Without announcing his presence, assuming you would likely still be asleep, he started by clearing your room of alcohol quietly. Each bottle he had found that was either half empty, or even the full ones, he brought to the bathroom.  He poured each and every one of them down the drain, smiling as he did so.  

The addict in him desired to taste just a sip of the liquor that he poured, but the need to be better had stopped him from the temptation.  He had not attempted to hide the evidence of the empty liquor bottles, knowing that someone would get annoyed and grab them later. Turning towards the kitchen, he skipped gleefully as he went to grab a hangover cure that he still knew how to make from the fridge.  Five had been drinking his coffee as Klaus entered, and a sly smile crossed his lips knowingly.  

Klaus made haste to your room, which you were still very much passed out messily on your bed, your pillow covering your face.  Your normally ivory face was a mess with dried tears and disheveled hair, and this had become more apparent as he had removed the pillow from your safe covering.  He could still smell the strong scent of alcohol upon you, both from your breath as well as the bit that you likely spilled upon your clothes.  

"Wakey-wakey," he sung out in a sing-song tone as he prodded at you to rise.  The first few times that he had prodded you, you had not even stirred, but as he continued, you groggily begun moving.  As if it had already become a habit to you, you had reached for the bottle of alcohol that was at your nightstand the night prior, and yet your hand fell short of nothingness.  There was nothing for you to grab, after all. 

As your consciousness was hitting you, you bit your lip hard, your glazed e/c eyes searching.  What they had found instead, not even more than a few inches away from your now sitting up figure, was the man you were drinking over.  The first thing you ended up drinking in was his deep blue eyes that stared into your own, followed by his gruff facial hair and his lips that were curled into a smile.  

"Where-" you started in a placid tone, before he cut you off.  

"Drink this," he said, handing you the hangover cure that was still firmly in his hand.  You begrudgingly took the odd looking drink, downing it quickly before you had to taste the horrible liquid that you had swallowed. Once you did, you glanced up at Klaus with curious eyes as he held a hand out to you.  After a few moments, you had taken the hand, rising to your feet.  

He pulled you by your hand all the way over to the bathroom, turning the shower on and beginning to take off his own clothes, encouraging you to do the same.  For a few minutes, you stared blankly in disbelief. "Klaus, uh, what are you doing?" You asked through a stutter, your eyes not being able to leave the sight before you.  

"Currently, waiting for you to get in the shower," he said with a suggestive look upon his face, causing you to stifle a laugh.  He was always so eccentric, which was one of the many things you adored about the man, but he had never dragged you into the shower before.  After all, why would he do that? 

You shrugged off your clothing shyly before you were stripped fully, leaving your arms in front of your main insecurities.  He had reached out and moved your arms for you, the feeling of his hot skin against your own causing you to shudder. "Beautiful," he mused out as his eyes drank you in, before he grabbed your wrist gently and pulled you in with him.  He allowed you to stand directly under the flowing water, before he had wrapped his slender arms tightly around your waist, his head resting in your shoulder.  

"What's gotten into you today?" You said skeptically, though even you could admit that this is what you truly dreamed of.  His embrace was tight, almost needy, and it felt as if he was washing away all the bad thoughts from inside of you in this moment as the water washed down your body.  

He smiled into your shoulder, not moving from his spot as he murmured, "You could have just told me, instead of me having to find out from Ben." 

Your eyes widened at the accusation, but your arms reached up to pull him as close as you could, embracing him tightly.  Breathing in his intoxicating scent was much more addictive than your alcohol. "So, I take it you know that I love you," you said as more of a statement than a question, though you did wish for an answer.  

"Mhm," he breathed out gently.  "And I love you, Y/N. I don't want you going down the same path I did, especially because of me." 

"And you're not just saying this because you want me sober?" You mused out in almost a whisper.  

His chin disconnected from your shoulder, and he glanced deep into your eyes before closing the gap between the two of you, lips upon lips.  It started gentle and sweet, as if he was asking for permission. As you begun kissing him in return, he started kissing more passionately, his arms holding you tighter than before, if that was even possible.  

When the two of you had finally separated for air, a smile was prominent against your lips as your lungs begged for oxygen.  "Does that answer your question?" He said teasingly, a sly yet genuine smile upon his lips.  

You nodded before pulling him into another sweet kiss, moving your lips in sync with his own, enjoying the sparks that flowed through your body.  Of course, you had your doubts, but this moment was too wonderful for negative thoughts, and when he finally says goodbye to Dave, he would be able to tell him that he is going to live on happily. 

[tiredmultishipper]

A Prince Never Fears Danger (He Might Even Find It Enticing)

Decided to man up and finally post the damn fic I’ve been working on for months!

Ship: Logan/Roman, Logince

Rating: (M)ature

Warnings: BDSM, Knife play/Fear play/Edge play, adult themes. In this story they are practicing what is know as “RACK”- Risk Aware and Consensual Kink

Part 1

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Roman is not quite sure when it all started. He supposes he can trace the feeling back to the first time he was properly threatened during an adventure. With little effort he can remember how his blood roared in his veins as a sword was placed at his throat. The way adrenalin pumped through him as the blade nicked his flesh. When he eventually got home he was so high on endorphins he could hardly see straight. It could go without saying that he used that night to fuel his fantasies for weeks after it happened.

Ever since, Roman has gone out of his way to seek thrills whenever possible, the more dangerous the better. The others have even started to jokingly ask if Roman has a death wish. What they don’t know is how close to the truth they actually are. While Roman does not have any serious desire to die, he can’t help but find an appeal to the prospect. Something deep and primal inside him keens at the thought of the violence, drawn to the fear it will bring. At times he worries that perhaps he is disturbed, that perhaps he is letting his imagination go to far and that he might affect Thomas. Luckily, Thomas has shown no indication that he is aware of Roman’s tendencies, so Roman feels he is safe for now.

Roman can admit that perhaps he has some issues. That these thought processes are far from normal and that his bodily reactions are far from appropriate. But he has done a little research (only a little, he doesn’t want to encourage himself), and knows that there are others like him. Others who crave fear as much as he does, and he feels a little better for it. It can’t be but so bad if he’s not the only person, right? Well, that’s what he’s been telling himself at least. That’s what he continues to tell himself as he runs a steel blade up the tender flesh of his thigh. He twirls the point on the knife into skin, not enough to pierce, but enough to create a small flush of pink at the indentation. He lets out a shaky breath and bites his lip with some frustration, doing this to himself feels like a mere tease. He’s too aware of his own movements and can’t lose himself in the sensation the way he wants to. Caught up in his own thoughts Roman almost shoves the entire blade into his thigh when he’s startled by a knock on the door.

“FUCK- I mean gimme a sec” Roman yells with a less than princely grace as he tumbles off his bed, frantically looking for some pants.

The door creaks open to reveal Logan, who has yet to look up from his laptop as he begins to speak.

“Roman I’ve been doing some research and I wanted to ask you a few questions about-” Logan trails off as his eyes finally come up to rest on Roman. “Roman… are you quite alright?” Logan asks with some concern, eyes travelling over Roman in his dishevelment.

“Why I’m fine why do you ask!?” Roman replies, voice perhaps an octave too high.

“Well your shorts are on backwards and your thigh is bleeding.” Logan replies raising an eyebrow.

“Pfft Oh that… that’s nothing just a slip of the hand, nothing to worry about-”

“Roman there’s’…there’s’ nothing you need to talk about is there?” Logan asks stepping slowly towards Roman. Roman blinks confused for a moment before the implications of the situation dawn on him. “Oh, no Logan its not like that, I appreciate the concern really! But this legitimately was an accident, I was startled when you came in and stabbed myself-” Roman explains with some desperation. Logan looks at Roman with a calculating eye, frowning slightly. He places his laptop down and walks fully over to Roman, and in a soft voice he asks “Well if you weren’t trying to harm yourself, then what were you doing” At this, Roman blushes suddenly aware of the predicament he’s put himself in. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, unable to find words. Logan looks at him expectantly, and Roman lets out a sigh.

“It’s just this thing I do with the knife it… it feels nice”.

“It feels nice? Roman you’ve hurt yourself, it seems illogical that-”

“Oh buzz off brainy pants, I don’t usually pierce the skin, it just that someone startled me!”

Logan is quiet for a few moments. He steeples his fingers under his chin as he observes Roman, trying to understand the information he’s been given here. Roman squirms under the scrutiny, feeling as though Logan is trying to peel away his layers and reveal all of Roman’s secrets.  They stay quiet for a few moments before Roman finally breaks the silence.

“Look, I’m fine okay. But if you’re just gonna stand here and make me feel uncomfortable I’d appreciate if you leave. Also, I should probably clean my leg up, so….” Roman says awkwardly, feeling bad for asking his friend to go.

“Oh, yes Roman, how rude of me. Goodnight.” Logan replies hurriedly, having been ripped from his own thoughts by Roman’s voice. Logan grabs his laptop and leaves the Prince’s room with some haste, eager to leave the awkward tension behind. He makes his way to the common space, determined to research Roman’s peculiar behavior, and perhaps make sense of it.

Roman shuts the door to his bedroom and leans against it with a groan. He has never felt so embarrassed in his life. All he wants to do is curl in a ball and hide for twenty years, but instead he makes his way to the bathroom to deal with his cut. The chances off him getting into any good headspace for play again tonight is slim to none, so after he tends to his cut Roman puts away his blade. At this point he feels exhausted and lies down for a dreamless sleep.

It was a week before Logan properly approached Roman again. They had been tiptoeing around each other for the longest, both too awkward to breach conversation. It finally came to a stop on a Thursday night, where by some odd convenience both Virgil and Patton were out of the mindscape. For 72 hours straight Logan had done extensive research on Roman’s apparent “knife kink” and by extension research on edge play and BDSM itself. Although enlightening, the experience had been grueling for Logan, and he felt completely out of his depth. The concept of BDSM was based around emotional pleasure just as much as physical, and Logan was not very adept at either. However, he was determined not to let his lack of experience stop him. He needed to have a conversation about this with Roman, even if it only served to end the silence permeating around the two. Gathering his courage, Logan knocked on Roman’s door, this time making sure to actually wait for the other to answer.

“Oh… um, hey Logan” Roman says, scratching the back of his head. He wasn’t quite expecting Logan on the other side and was caught a bit off guard.

“Hi Roman, can I come in? I’d like to talk” Logan replies with a neutral tone. He doesn’t want to worry the Prince and knows the wrong move could get the door slammed in his face fairly quickly.

Roman sighs, stepping aside to allow Logan to enter. They sit on the bed not really looking at each other for a bit. Logan clears his throat to break the silence.

“First, I just want to apologize for entering your room the way I did last week. I should have waited for permission to enter, and more specifically I should have stepped out when I found you were preoccupied.” Logan says in a long-winded breath. Roman nods.

“Okay, apology accepted. Is that all you came for?” Roman asks.

“Well no. Feel free to stop me if I’m crossing any boundaries here-” Logan swallows nervously. “But after our encounter, I decided to do some research of my own about your… affinity. I learned a wealth of information about it and BDSM in general, and it piqued my interest. I was wondering if you’d be willing to be… play partners with me? In a sense? I’d like to explore this more, and you’re the only other person I know who knows about this, so… are you interested?”

When Logan finally turns to look at Roman, Roman’s face is flushed completely pink. Logan immediately feels horrible for even asking this of the fellow side, and quickly makes to apologize, however Roman stops him.

“Logan, you have to know that this is very sudden for me and I can’t help but be slightly embarrassed. I’m inclined to just say yes because the thought of having someone to share with is really enticing, but I don’t want to make any rash decisions. So I’m gonna ask you to come back in a few hours after I’ve had some time to think, okay?” Roman says with a small smile. Logan returns the gesture with a small smile of his own. “Okay.” Logan replies before leaving the room to give Roman some time to think.

Roman’s POV

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod WHAT THE FUCK-“

I scream whisper to myself after I’m sure that Logan is far enough not to hear me. I am shaking with anxious adrenalin, both completely excited and completely terrified by the exchange that just happened. I don’t know how to process this and I have to physically restrain myself from screaming into my pillow. Logan… Little nerd Logan just asked to be play partners with me! WITH ME! I pace around my room six times before I force myself to sit down.

“Okay Roman, calm down. You are a brave and graceful Prince, not some babbling buffoon!”

I try to reassure myself as I calm down. I have a serious decision to make and I can’t very well do it if I’m flailing all over my room like some fangirl. I sigh and lay back on my bed, contemplating my options. If I accept this offer and things go sour, it could really be detrimental to our friendship, or even worse Thomas’s health. However, I may never get the opportunity to share this side of myself with anyone else ever again. I feel terribly selfish for even thinking this way, but I can’t help myself. I know that even if I say yes multiple precautions and failsafe’s are going to have to be arranged in case something goes awry. But there is always a chance that this could be the start of something amazing. A small bubble of hope grows in my chest and I can’t help but smile, I know I’ve already made my decision.

I wait for about two hours before I call Logan back to my room. I’m sitting on the bed when he enters and I pat the spot next to me in invitation. Logan is trying to look unbothered, but I can tell he’s anxious by the set of his shoulders. I give him a warm smile.

“So I have made my decision. I am willing to try and be play partners with you, but if it turns out that we don’t mesh or that we aren’t interested in the same things, we stop immediately. Is that okay with you?”

A smile breaks out on Logan’s face and my heart warms, I know I’ve made the right decision as he eagerly nods.

“Would you like to see my toy collection?” I find myself asking. I’m giddy with joy, having never been able to share my interests with anyone. I’m already pulling my toy trunk from under the bed before Logan gets the word yes out. I don’t have many things, but I’m proud of the little collection I’ve acquired over the years. I take each piece out and lay them gently on the bed for Logan to observe. I have two simple blades, one with serrated edges and one without. A bit of rope I (poorly) treated myself, a pair of leather handcuffs, a thick wooden hairbrush and a single soy wax candle. Laying it all out I feel like it looks a bit pathetic, but Logan is gazing at the objects with an awe usually reserved for things of religious beauty. He hesitantly holds a hand over one of the blades and gazes to me.

“May I-“ he asks.

“Sure, you can touch anything you like” I reply, opting to pretend I didn’t realize the double meaning that phrase could have. Logan picks up the blade I accidentally stabbed myself with that night and twirls it in his hand. He lightly traces the sharp side across his palm and it feels like I can’t breathe for a moment. He twirls the knife one more time and then looks to me.

“What is it about the knives that you like Roman? Is it the sting of the cut or the fear of the cut itself?” He asks me in a voice that is almost a whisper. I swallow past the lump in my throat and look him in the eye.

“Both, I think… I’m not sure. Before I thought it was just the fear, but the more I play the more I want to slice-“

“Have you ever cut yourself with one of these before the night I surprised you?”

“Yes, but only light scratches, nothing permanent”

“But you want something more permanent, something that’ll mark you, don’t you?”

Logan is looking at me with such an intensity that I have to turn away. I let out a shuddered breath and whisper “Yes.” Logan stays silent for a few moments and then finally puts the blade down. He then picks up the rope and rolls it between his fingers.

“Have you used this on yourself before?”

“Yeah, but just simple ankle ties. All the tutorials were hard to follow, and I wasn’t all that invested” I reply with some nonchalance. He looks at me thoughtfully.

“Would you perhaps be more interested if someone else were to tie you up?”

“Are you offering?”

“Maybe, it’d be nice to keep you in one spot for once” he says with a smirk. I can’t help but chuckle myself, feeling a bit more comfortable now.

“And what about you, is there anything you’re interested in?”

Logan looks pensive for a few minutes, as if he hadn’t expected the attention to be turned onto him. I wait for him to work through whatever kinky equations he has to in his head, taking the moment to study the subtle variations in his physique compared to mine. After a few minutes he turns his head to me.

“I hadn’t given it much thought before, but I think I’d like to try impact play”

“What, like you want to get spanked?”

Logan actually looks scandalized for a moment and I can’t help but let out a burst of laughter. He clears his throat and I manage to compose myself so he can continue.

“More than just spanking and I wouldn’t be on the receiving end” he says with some sass, adjusting his glasses.

“I hadn’t pegged you as a top Logan”

“Well most tops don’t get pegged Roman”

I choke on air at that statement, looking at Logan as if he’d grown a second head. Who had taken my painfully literal Brainiac and replaced him with a sassy jokester? Deciding it is better to just ignore his comment, I move the conversation along.

“Well what do you mean by not just spanking?”

“I don’t want to just use my hand. I’ve seen online there are different implements I can use, and I’d like to try them” he says calmly, eyes glancing over to my hairbrush. I blush slightly, because its reason for being in my trunk is obvious.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you, is your play sexual or non-sexual?” Logan asks softly, which serves just to further darken my cheeks.

“Both I suppose. I don’t need it to be sexual to enjoy it, but if the scene has a sexual vibe then…”

“So you don’t become aroused by the pain then?”

“For fucks sake Logan!”

“That doesn’t answer the question Roman.”

“No, not by itself. But if I’m already aroused and pain is added, it arouses me more.”

Logan nods like he’s making note of something for a science experiment and I roll my eyes. Glancing over the implements on the bed, I take a deep breath and glance back to Logan.

“Do you want to try anything tonight?”

The silence that follows my offer is palpable and I begin to wonder if perhaps I made a critical mistake. Just as I’m about to take it back Logan lets out a breathy “Yes.” Followed by a myriad of other words like “limits” and “Safe words” and blah blah blah. I zone out after the first minute and am surprised by his fingers snapping in my face.

“Roman! Even if you aren’t interested in the finer details, we must establish some form of safe word if you expect to scene tonight”

I let out an audible groan and I’m pretty sure I see Logan’s eye twitch. He sighs and shakes his head like a disappointed parent. I roll my eyes.

“Fine whatever, Bill Nye the buzzkill guy, what did you have in mind?”

“A lot of BDSM players use something called the light system. It is simple; green for okay or keep going, yellow for slow down, and red for stop. I think this concept is both easy to understand and practical to use.”

“Okay cool, kinky traffic lights. Now can we get on to the fun stuff?” I say trying to move things along. However, Logan looks at me with a set frown and crosses his arms. At this moment I know I’ve fucked up.

“Look Roman, maybe this isn’t such a good idea after all”

Logan says looking at the ground, and I feel my chest constrict. I want to say something, but he continues to speak.

“I understand that you’re already a causal player, so maybe none of this really matters to you, but these safety precautions mean something to me. The safe word isn’t just for you, its for me too. Regardless of who’s topping, we need to be able to make sure that the other is okay. And if you think that its stupid… then its not something I want to do with you.”

The silence that follows feels like it lasts years. I swallow the lump that’s grown in my throat and I reach out to put my hand on top of Logan’s shoulder. The look he gives me is cold and unreadable, but he doesn’t move away, which gives me the courage to speak.

“You must forgive me Logan, I’ve been nothing but unsightly and rude.  I got so excited for the prospect of play, that I forgot how important these minor details are. Please let us try again, I wont rush you, Prince’s honor.” I say placing a hand over my heart. Logan graces me with a hint of a smile and I swear I hear the heavens sing from above.

"Alright then, we can continue if you really mean it"

And in that moment, there was nothing that I meant more. I wanted Logan to trust me, and I would do anything to ensure that he did.

"Yeah...Yeah I do"