#if you played the game in a language other than english immediate pass but come on now

[mittenlady]

it is incredibly easy to tell when people can not write simon blackquill because his speech — at least for his TwIsTeD sAmUrAi persona — is so distinct. it’s difficult for me to explain in words, but if you look at the game transcripts for any period of time you should be able to get a sense for it and it is so aggravating to see fanworks where he isn’t yapping like some victorian era chap with a disposition for the macabre. a heinous fiend pried from the pages of penny dreadful.

“from the outset, i had no intention of paying heed to any of your babble”? bars. he calls apollo a “whelp.” impeccable. “the defendant sought to sow this confusion”? brilliant. “nothing but claptrap and balderdash if you ask me”? iconic. read some 18th century literature or ask the spirit of jane austen for her aid before putting the name of simon blackquill in your mouth my good chap

[br0kenangel]

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ 𓇼 ࣪ 𝐌𝐲 𝐝♡ve 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒⠀

Pairing: Unhinged Aegon x Therapist Reader part 2

Summary: after your last session with Aegon, you always feel him behind your back, when you were at home you could feel him here. And when your next session come, everything just got worse...

Warning: dead animals, just a little sex scene, minors DNI.

˚꒰♡꒱‧ Hi there! Before you read this, you should know that English is not my first language and I wrote this at 2 AM alone in the home. So I'm sorry if it's not good, I was scared and I couldn't think. Hope you enjoy!

PART 1, PART 3, PART 4

That night, sleep came slowly to Y/N. The room felt colder than usual, the darkness pressing in from all sides. Every creak of the floorboards, every gust of wind against the window sent her heart racing. She pulled the blankets tighter around her, trying to convince herself that Aegon’s words had just been that—a mind game, an attempt to unsettle her. But the weight of his gaze from earlier lingered like a ghost in the room.

He didn’t actually watch me, she thought, squeezing her eyes shut. He was just trying to freak me out, trying to get into my head. That’s what he does.

But as soon as she closed her eyes, she imagined him standing outside her window, staring in at her with that unsettling intensity. She quickly opened them again, staring at the window across from her bed. The curtains fluttered slightly in the breeze, and for a moment, her mind played tricks on her, imagining a shadow behind them.

There’s no one there, she repeated to herself. He’s not here. He can’t be here.

She forced herself to roll over, turning her back to the window. But that only made her feel more vulnerable. What if he was watching her now, right behind her? She cursed under her breath, her skin prickling with the sense of being observed.

He’s not here. You’re safe. He just wanted to mess with you. That’s all.

But the thought looped in her head, becoming harder to shake. Every sound in the house became magnified—the creak of the pipes, the hum of the fridge, the rustle of leaves outside. Everything felt threatening. She tried focusing on her breathing, counting each inhale and exhale, forcing her mind to calm.

You’re a professional, she reminded herself, staring at the faint light coming through the crack in the curtains. You’ve dealt with difficult clients before. He’s no different.

But deep down, she knew Aegon was different. He was more than difficult—he was dangerous, unpredictable. The way he looked at her, the way he spoke about that dove, about watching her through the window... it was unsettling in a way that no other client had ever been. And that was what made it so hard to shake.

Hours passed before she finally drifted into a restless sleep, her mind plagued by half-formed dreams of shadows and cold eyes staring through the night.

The next morning, she walked to her office with a persistent unease in her chest. The street felt too quiet, and she found herself glancing over her shoulder every few steps, expecting to see Aegon trailing behind her. But there was no one. Just the usual early morning foot traffic—people heading to work, students with their heads buried in their phones.

He’s not here, she told herself again, quickening her pace. He’s not following you. You’re just being paranoid.

But every time she turned a corner, her heart leapt into her throat, expecting to catch a glimpse of his familiar figure. She tried to shake off the paranoia, but it clung to her like a second skin.

When she finally reached her office building, she sighed in relief, stepping quickly inside. The familiar scent of the lobby, the hum of the elevator, the bright, sterile lighting—everything felt like a small refuge from the gnawing anxiety that had been following her all morning.

But the moment she stepped into her office and closed the door, the unease returned. Her eyes immediately darted to the window, checking for any sign of movement outside. There was nothing—just the trees swaying gently in the breeze, the distant sound of traffic.

He’s not watching you, she reminded herself for what felt like the hundredth time. He’s just trying to scare you, and it’s working. Don’t let him get to you.

But even as she tried to focus on her work, her mind kept wandering back to Aegon. His strange, possessive words about the dove. The way he described wanting to clip its wings, to keep it trapped and close. It echoed in her head, too close to how he might feel about her. She shuddered at the thought, her fingers trembling slightly as she reached for her coffee.

Later, as the day turned to evening and she walked home, the unease intensified. The shadows stretched longer, darker, and with every step, she felt like someone was just a few paces behind her. She forced herself to keep walking, telling herself not to look back.

He’s not there, she repeated, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. It’s just your imagination. He’s not following you.

But the urge to turn around became too much. She quickly glanced over her shoulder, her breath catching in her throat.

No one. The street behind her was empty, save for a few distant cars and pedestrians.

Her heart raced as she turned back, walking faster now, nearly breaking into a jog. She couldn’t shake the feeling, no matter how hard she tried. The shadows felt alive, watching her, waiting for her to let her guard down. And it was getting harder and harder to convince herself that it was just paranoia.

When she finally reached her apartment, she slammed the door shut behind her, locking it quickly. Her hands were shaking as she leaned against the door, trying to calm her breathing.

It’s over. You’re home. He’s not here. You’re safe.

But even as she said the words, she didn’t fully believe them. Every creak of the apartment, every shadow cast by the dim evening light seemed to take on a new, more sinister meaning. She jumped at the slightest movement, her nerves frayed beyond reason.

As she sat down on the couch, she glanced at the window, half-expecting to see Aegon’s face staring back at her from the street below. But it was empty, just the soft glow of streetlights outside.

He’s not watching you, she repeated to herself, her voice barely a whisper. He’s not watching you.

But the creeping feeling of being observed refused to leave, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that somewhere, somehow, Aegon was watching—waiting for the right moment to make his next move.

A week had passed since their last session, but it felt like months to Y/N. Every day, her unease grew, festering like a wound that refused to heal. The feeling of being watched never fully left her; shadows felt longer, eyes sharper. No matter how much she told herself it was just in her head, there was always a faint whisper of doubt in the back of her mind.

Now, sitting in her office once again, facing the man who had been haunting her thoughts, she forced herself to breathe. Aegon was different today. His usual agitation, the relentless tapping of his leg and biting of his nails, was absent. Instead, he sat eerily still, his eyes fixed on the wall to her left, as if he was watching something that she couldn’t see. His lips moved faintly, a soft, tuneless whisper escaping them. She strained her ears to catch it but could only make out fragments of sound—a hum, almost like a lullaby.

The silence in the room felt thick, oppressive, and she had to fight the urge to shift in her seat, to break the suffocating quiet.

I have to ask, she told herself, steeling her nerves. You have to confront him about last week. You can’t let him think he can do whatever he wants.

She took a deep breath and spoke, trying to keep her voice calm, even though her heart was pounding in her chest. "Aegon, last time we spoke, you mentioned something… odd. You said I looked good last night… in my pajamas." Her voice faltered slightly at the memory, but she forced herself to continue. "I need to ask, what did you mean by that?"

Aegon didn’t respond. He didn’t even seem to hear her. His eyes remained glued to the wall, his lips still moving faintly, whispering that strange song to himself. His hands rested on his knees, the skin pale and bruised, nails ragged from relentless chewing.

"Aegon?" she pressed, her voice tightening as her nerves frayed. "What did you mean?"

He stopped humming, but his gaze remained unfocused, distant, as if he were somewhere far away. After what felt like an eternity of silence, he finally spoke, his voice flat, devoid of any emotion. "Sunfyre died this week."

Y/N blinked, caught off guard by the sudden change in topic. "Your… your cat?"

Aegon nodded slowly, still staring at the wall. "He was my only friend. The only one who understood." His voice was monotone, lifeless, as though the words were being dragged out of him.

"I’m… I’m sorry to hear that," Y/N said cautiously, watching his expression for any sign of reaction. But there was nothing. His face remained blank, his eyes never leaving the invisible point on the wall.

"He was beautiful," Aegon continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "Golden fur. Like the sun. That’s why I called him Sunfyre. He was always warm. Always there."

Y/N swallowed hard, unsure how to respond. There was something deeply unsettling about the way Aegon spoke—as if he was detached from the world around him, floating somewhere she couldn’t reach.

"And now," he murmured, his voice taking on a strange, almost dreamy quality, "he’s gone. And there’s just… noises." He finally blinked, but his gaze remained distant, as if the room had become too small for him. "The noises never stop."

"What… what noises?" Y/N asked cautiously, her fingers gripping the armrests of her chair, trying to steady herself. Something in the pit of her stomach twisted.

"Them," Aegon replied vaguely, tilting his head slightly as if listening for something. "The whispers. The sounds in the walls. They’re everywhere now, you know? After Sunfyre… they got louder. He used to keep them away, but now there’s nothing. Just them. Always talking. Always laughing." His face twitched for the briefest moment, as if suppressing a shiver.

Y/N’s heart started to race again, an icy chill creeping down her spine. "Aegon… have you… have you spoken to anyone about these noises? Has this been happening for a long time?"

"They’ve always been there," he said in the same flat, detached voice. "But it’s worse now. It’s like they’re closer. Watching me all the time. Telling me things." His eyes, still glued to the wall, seemed to glaze over. "I try not to listen, but sometimes… sometimes they make sense."

Her throat felt dry, but she forced herself to ask, "What do they tell you?"

Aegon’s lips curled into a slow, unsettling smile. It was the first time he’d smiled since he entered the room, and it was chilling. "They tell me the truth. About everything. About you."

Her blood ran cold at his words, her mind racing as she tried to keep her expression neutral. "What… what do you mean, Aegon?"

"They tell me how beautiful you are," he whispered, his eyes still locked on that invisible point on the wall. "How you care about me. How you don’t want me to leave. They tell me how you wear that soft panty to bed. The one with the little flowers on it."

Her heart stopped. How does he know? How?

She felt light-headed, her vision blurring at the edges as panic surged through her veins. "Aegon… how do you know what I wear?"

He didn’t answer. Instead, he tilted his head again, listening, as though someone was whispering in his ear. Then, with an eerie calmness, he said, "The voices see everything."

Y/N’s hands trembled as she gripped the chair tighter. "Aegon, I need you to focus. What do you mean the voices see everything?"

"They watch. They’re always watching," he replied, finally turning his head to face her, his gaze locking onto hers. His eyes were wide, unblinking, and filled with a strange, manic intensity that made her heart lurch in fear. "Just like I do. Just like I watch."

The room suddenly felt much smaller, the walls closing in around her. She couldn’t breathe. She wanted to run, to leave, but her legs felt frozen in place.

"Sunfyre used to keep them away," Aegon continued, his voice a low murmur now. "But he’s gone. Now there’s just me. And you."

She couldn’t speak. Her chest tightened, her thoughts a jumble of fear and confusion. She had to end the session. She had to get out.

But before she could move, the clock on the wall chimed, signaling the end of their time.

Aegon stood up slowly, still smiling, his eyes never leaving her. "I’ll see you next week," he said softly, his voice dripping with a sickening sweetness.

And with that, he walked out of the room, leaving Y/N sitting in her chair, frozen in place, the echoes of his words reverberating in her mind.

The voices see everything.

The second Aegon left her office, she felt the walls pressing in, the whispers of doubt clawing at her. She packed up quickly, her hands trembling as she stuffed her notebook into her bag and threw on her coat. All she wanted—needed—was to get out.

By the time she reached her apartment, her fingers shook as she fumbled with her keys, her heart still hammering in her chest. As soon as she was inside, she slammed the door shut and bolted it, leaning her back against the wood as she tried to steady her breathing.

It’s just in your head, she told herself, her voice shaky and uncertain. He’s just a patient. He’s just trying to get under your skin. He’s not watching you… he’s not.

But the fear lingered. His words replayed in her mind, twisting around her thoughts like a poison.

With trembling hands, she pulled out her phone and dialed the number she knew by heart. It only took two rings before she heard the familiar voice on the other end.

“Hey, babe,” her boyfriend, Jacob, answered. His tone light and warm. “Everything okay?”

“No…” Y/N’s voice broke as the word slipped out. “Can you come over? Please. I—I need you.”

He didn’t hesitate. “I’ll be right there.”

The next twenty minutes felt like an eternity. She paced around her apartment, trying to shake off the weight pressing down on her chest. She kept checking the windows, the corners of the room, every shadow stretching a little too far, every creak of the floorboards making her jump.

When the knock finally came, she practically ran to the door. As soon as she opened it, she fell into his arms, her body trembling with the weight of it all.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Jacob murmured, holding her tightly. His hand gently stroked her hair as he guided her back inside, shutting the door behind them. “I’m here. What happened?”

She pulled back just enough to look at him, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. “It’s… it’s Aegon. My patient. He—he said these things and I don’t know, it’s just… he knows things, things he shouldn’t know.”

Her voice broke as she recounted the details, her words spilling out in a frantic rush. She told him everything—Aegon’s strange behavior, his fixation, the way he talked about her. The voices. The watching.

Jacob listened, his face calm and reassuring as he nodded. “Babe, I think you’re just stressed. This guy… he’s messing with you because he knows it’ll get to you.”

“I don’t know…” she whispered, wiping at her eyes. “It felt so real.”

“I know, I know it did.” He pulled her close, resting his chin on the top of her head. “But you’re letting him get in your head. He’s trying to make you scared, but you can’t let him win, okay?”

She nodded against his chest, her tears soaking into his shirt. “You’re right. You’re right… it’s just in my head.”

“That’s all it is,” he said softly, his hands running soothingly down her back. “Just some creepy guy trying to push your buttons. But you’re stronger than that. You can handle it.”

His calm, rational voice slowly chipped away at the terror inside her. She breathed deeply, letting herself believe his words, clinging to them like a lifeline. “Thank you,” she whispered. “I needed that.”

“I’m here,” he whispered back, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Always.”

The tension in her chest began to unravel as she melted into his embrace. Slowly, the fear that had gripped her all week loosened its hold. He was right. Aegon was just trying to get under her skin. Nothing more.

He pulled back slightly, his hands still resting on her shoulders. “How about we forget all about this guy, huh? Let’s just relax.”

She nodded, letting out a shaky breath. “Yeah… yeah, that sounds good.”

Without another word, he took her hand and led her toward the bathroom. The warm steam from the shower enveloped them as they stepped inside, the water cascading over their skin, washing away the remnants of the day’s tension.

He pulled her closer, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. She responded, her hands sliding up his chest, the heat of the water matching the growing warmth between them. His touch was gentle but sure, his hands slowly roaming over her body as he deepened the kiss.

In that moment, the world outside didn’t matter. Not Aegon, not the fear, not the shadows that had haunted her all week. There was only him, the steady reassurance of his presence.

As they moved to the bed, their wet skin still warm from the shower, he kissed her neck, his hands sliding between her legs, slowly caressing her. She gasped softly, her body responding to the comfort and distraction he offered.

He kissed her deeply, and as his hands roamed over her, she closed her eyes, letting herself forget everything. For just a moment, she let herself believe that everything was okay.

The weight of Jacob's arm draped over her gave Y/N a sense of temporary calm, her mind finally lulled into a fragile state of rest after the events of the week. The sheets clung to their bodies, still damp from the shared heat, their limbs intertwined in a way that made her feel, for the first time in days, safe. Protected.

But that safety shattered in an instant.

A loud crash from the other side of the apartment jolted them awake. The sound of breaking glass ripped through the silence like a scream, sharp and sudden. Y/N shot up in bed, her heart pounding so fast it felt like it would burst out of her chest. Her boyfriend sat up beside her, his hand instinctively reaching for her.

"What the hell was that?" he whispered, his voice low, urgent.

"IーI don't know," Y/N stammered, already pulling the blanket around her naked body, her hands trembling as she clutched the fabric tightly. Fear crawled up her spine like a cold hand, squeezing her chest. Something was wrong. She could feel it.

Jacob swung his legs over the side of the bed, grabbing a nearby lamp as a makeshift weapon. "Stay behind me," he said, his voice grim as he stood, leading the way out of the bedroom.

They crept down the hallway, the air thick with tension, their breaths shallow and uneven. The soft click of the floorboards under their feet was deafening in the oppressive silence that followed the crash. Y/N tightened the blanket around her, the fabric dragging across the floor as she followed behind, her senses on high alert, every shadow on the walls seeming to twist and warp into something sinister.

The moment they stepped into the living room, the metallic tang of blood hit her like a punch to the gut. She froze.

"Oh my God..." her boyfriend whispered, the words barely audible, as his gaze swept over the scene before them.

Doves. Dead doves, strewn across the floor like discarded dolls. Their once-beautiful white feathers were soaked in blood, their delicate wings from their bodies, limbs twisted at unnatural angles. Some of them were headless, their necks bent at grotesque angles, the floor slick with their blood. Their wings were now broken, shredded, discarded in small, crumpled heaps.

The smell was overwhelming, suffocating. The stench of death and blood filled the air, thick and coppery, clinging to their skin like a second layer. Y/N gagged, one hand flying to her mouth as bile rose in her throat. Her eyes were wide with horror as she stared at the carnage before her.

It wasn't just the doves.

The walls were splattered with blood- thick, dark red streaks of it, smeared in long, jagged lines. Words. Horrible, terrifying words written in the blood of the doves.

"MINE"

"LEAVE"

"ALWAYS WATCHING"

The writing was erratic, desperate, the letters dripping down the walls like some kind of twisted arning. The word “MINE" was repeated over and over again, sometimes scrawled so large it stretched from floor to ceiling, other times tiny, scratched into the plaster as if done by someone who had lost control.

The words clawed at her brain, a primal panic bubbling up from the depths of her mind. They weren't just words-they were a threat, a message, twisted and dark, filled with rage. Her chest tightened, her breath coming in shallow gasps as her eyes scanned the room, wild and terrified.

"What the fuck.." her boyfriend whispered, his voice trembling now, his grip tightening around the lamp. "What the fuck is this?"

Y/N's legs were shaking, her knees threatening to buckle beneath her as she stumbled backward. Her eyes darted to the window, and that's when she saw him.

A figure in the shadows, standing just outside the glass, watching her.

Aegon.

His pale, hollow face was half-hidden by the darkness, but his eyes一those wild, burning eyes一were locked onto hers, unblinking. There was something feral in the way he stood, the way his lips twisted into a sickening smile as he stared at her, his head tilted at a strange, unnatural angle, like a predator stalking its prey.

She opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out. Her throat was dry, her voice stolen by the sheer terror of the moment. Her body felt frozen, paralyzed, unable to move, unable to breathe.

Her boyfriend's voice cut through the fog of her panic. "What is it? What do you see?"

She tore her eyes away from the window, grabbing his arm with trembling hands. "He's here" she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. "He's outside... it's him..."

Her boyfriend whipped his head toward the window, but by the time he looked, Aegon was gone. The shadowy figure had vanished as quickly as it had appeared, leaving nothing but the echo of his presence behind.

"I don't see anything," he said, his voice laced with confusion andfear. “There's no one there."

"No-no, I saw him!" Y/N insisted, her voice rising with hysteria. "He was there! I swear to God, he was right there, watching us!"

He pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her as she trembled violently. "It's okay, it's okay. We'll call the cops. Someone broke in, this... this is some fucked-up shit, but we'll figure it out. He's not here anymore."

She nodded weakly, her mind spinning with confusion and terror. Her eyes kept darting back to the window, expecting to see those cold, unblinking eyes staring back at her. But the space was empty now, just an expanse of darkness and the dull glow of streetlights outside.

Jacob pulled out his phone and dialed the police, his voice low and urgent as he explained the situation. Y/N barely heard him, her thoughts swirling in a chaotic whirlwind of fear and disbelief.

The words on the walls seemed to pulse in the corner of her vision, the blood dripping down in slow, thick rivulets: MINE. LEAVE.

Her stomach twisted into knots, her entire body shaking as she collapsed into the nearest chair, her legs giving out beneath her. The doves lay scattered around her feet, their lifeless eyes staring up at her, empty and soulless.

She couldn't escape it.

No matter how hard she tried to convince herself it wasn't real, that Aegon wasn't capable of such madness, the truth was there-painted in blood across her walls.

This wasn't just in her head. This was real. Too real.

“There’s not much we can do without evidence,” one of the officers had said, his voice neutral but with an edge of doubt. “But we can check on him, just to ease your mind.”

And so, at 3 AM, Y/N, Jacob, and the two officers found themselves standing outside the grand Targaryen estate. The imposing house loomed before them, bathed in the glow of the moon, its towering facade as cold and uninviting as the man who lived inside. Y/N’s heart was pounding in her chest, her skin crawling with unease as they rang the bell.

It didn’t take long for the door to open.

Alicent stood in the doorway, her face pinched with confusion and irritation, her robe wrapped tightly around her. She looked from the officers to Y/N and her boyfriend, then back again. Her eyes narrowed slightly.

"Officers," Alicent greeted politely, though her voice held an edge of irritation. "May I help you?"

Y/N’s voice shook as she stepped forward. “It’s Aegon. He’s been stalking me—he came to my apartment tonight. He left… dead birds everywhere, and he wrote on the walls with blood. He’s been following me. Watching me.”

“I’m sorry, but what is this about?” Alicent’s eyes flicked between Y/N, her boyfriend, and the officers. “This must be a misunderstanding.”

“No, it’s not a misunderstanding!” Y/N yelled, her voice breaking as tears welled up in her eyes. “He broke into my apartment. There were doves—dead doves—and blood… He’s been following me, watching me! He’s dangerous!”

Her boyfriend squeezed her hand gently, trying to pull her back, but she yanked away, pointing toward the door. “You have to believe me! Aegon is sick—he needs to be locked up! He’s not right in the head!”

Alicent’s face hardened. “That’s impossible. Aegon’s been here all night.”

The officers exchanged uneasy glances, unsure how to proceed.

Alicent’s eyes flicked to the officers, her mouth pressed into a thin line. “My son would never do something like that. He’s not… unwell. He’s just dealing with some personal things.”

Y/N’s heart hammered against her ribcage as rage and fear bubbled inside her, her voice rising as she lost control. “He’s a fucking psycho, and he’s trying to ruin my life! He’s stalking me, and you’re just covering for him!”

“Ma’am,” one of the officers cut in, stepping forward to intervene, “let’s all remain calm. We’re here to investigate, but we need to speak to Aegon himself.”

At that moment, the sound of footsteps echoed down the grand staircase.

Aegon appeared, descending slowly, rubbing his eyes as though he had just woken from a peaceful slumber. He wore a loose-fitting T-shirt and pajama pants, his blonde hair mussed, his expression calm, and his movements casual, almost lazy. He looked nothing like the manic, disturbed man Y/N had seen just hours before.

“Is everything alright?” Aegon asked, his voice quiet, soft, laced with concern. His eyes scanned the group, lingering on Y/N for a moment before turning to the officers. “What’s going on?”

Y/N felt a wave of nausea wash over her. How could he look so normal? She knew what he was—she had seen him, heard his madness—but now, he was playing the part of the innocent. She could feel herself unraveling, her emotions spilling out uncontrollably.

Her blood boiled at the sight of his calm, innocent facade. He wasn’t the same Aegon she had sat across from in therapy—the one who whispered disturbing things and stared at her with dark, empty eyes. This Aegon seemed so harmless, almost apologetic, as if none of the horrors from earlier could be traced back to him.

"Do you know this woman, sir?" one of the officers asked, gesturing to Y/N, who was on the verge of collapsing under the weight of it all.

Aegon blinked slowly, his expression softening into something almost pitiful. “Yes, she's…my therapist," he said, his voice low and even, a hint of sadness laced into his words. "But…I'm not really sure why she’s here.”

One of the officers stepped forward. “Sir, we’re here following a report. This woman has made some serious claims about your involvement in an incident tonight. We just need to ask you a few questions.”

Aegon’s face contorted into an expression of confusion, concern knitting his brow as he blinked at the officers. “I don’t know what she’s talking about,” he said, his voice even, smooth. “I’ve been here all night. I haven’t left the house.”

Y/N’s breath hitched, her eyes going wide. “What? No—no, don’t act like this! You know exactly what you did, Aegon! You’ve been following me! You were in my apartment tonight! I saw you!”

Aegon shook his head slowly, his eyes filled with what looked like genuine confusion. “I think there’s been a misunderstanding. I was home all night. I would never do something like that.” He turned to the officers. “I’ve been going through a hard time. I recently…broke up with my girlfriend, and I started seeing Y/N to help me deal with the depression. But…I don’t know where all of this is coming from.”

“He’s lying!” Y/N screamed, stepping forward, her whole body shaking with anger. “He’s making it all up! He’s dangerous—he’s not the person you think he is!”

Aegon didn’t flinch. Instead, he stepped closer to the officers, his face calm, composed, but his voice took on a vulnerable tone. “I think… I think maybe she’s upset because I didn’t reciprocate her feelings.”

Y/N’s eyes widened in horror. “What the fuck are you talking about? That’s not true!”

Aegon glanced at the officers, feigning embarrassment. “She…she made some advances during our sessions. I told her that it wasn’t appropriate, but I think she may have misinterpreted our relationship. Maybe she’s just mad that I didn’t…you know, return her feelings.”

Y/N’s world spun. The rage and helplessness surged inside her like a storm, the bile rising in her throat. “That’s a lie! You’re lying! You need to stop lying!” She lunged forward, her hands reaching for Aegon in a desperate attempt to stop him from spinning the truth any further, but her boyfriend grabbed her, pulling her back.

“Stop it, Y/N!” he pleaded, holding her tightly as she fought to break free. “Just stop!”

Aegon’s face twisted into something almost sad. “I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want to ruin her reputation, but…I’m worried about her. I think she’s struggling with some personal issues, and that’s why she’s saying all of this.”

The officers looked back at Y/N, their expressions unreadable, but she could feel their judgment. It was like a weight pressing down on her chest, suffocating her. They didn’t believe her. No one believed her.

“You’re fucking sick!” Y/N screamed, her voice cracking as tears streamed down her face. “You should be in a mental hospital! You—” She was hysterical now, her words a broken mess of sobs and fury. “You did this! You—”

“Ma’am, we need you to calm down,” one of the officers said sternly, stepping between her and Aegon. “We’ll handle this, but we need you to calm down.”

“I’m telling the truth!” Y/N cried, her voice raw and desperate. “He’s dangerous! He’s going to hurt me! He’s—”

But no one was listening. Not her boyfriend, not the police, and certainly not Alicent, who stood behind her son, a look of quiet satisfaction on her face as she watched the scene unfold.

Aegon rubbed his eyes again, stifling a yawn as if all of this was just an inconvenience, just a bad dream he would soon wake from. “I just want to go back to bed,” he said softly, looking at the officers with pleading eyes. “I promise I’m not who she says I am. I just…I just want to move on.”

The officers nodded, exchanging a glance before turning back to Y/N.

“I think it’s best if we leave now, ma’am,” one of them said gently, but firmly. “We’ll follow up on this, but…for now, you should go home and try to get some rest.”

Y/N’s heart sank. She had lost. She had been defeated by his lies, by his calm demeanor, by the illusion of normalcy he had created.

Her boyfriend wrapped an arm around her, guiding her back toward the door. Her legs felt like lead, her body drained of all strength, her mind clouded with fear. But as they stepped outside, she turned back for one last look at Aegon.

And that’s when she saw it.

His eyes were wide now, bright and burning with a terrifying intensity. He stared at her, unblinking, a slow, twisted smile creeping onto his lips. And then, with a single finger pressed against his lips, he made a silent gesture.

Shhh...

@ 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒. 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚, 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒃𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔.

[narnianflame]

“I think you’re pretty attractive yourself.” (Azriel x Reader)

Summary: You were at Rita’s with Mor and Nesta waiting for the Inner Circle to arrive, deeply in a drinking game that made you drink whenever somebody hot entered. Both aware of your not so small crush on the Shadowsinger.

A/N: This is my first One Shot but I really wanted to write this idea down. English isn't my first language just in case there is stuff that doesn't make sense at all, but enjoy!

You were currently sitting at your usual table at Rita’s with Mor and Nesta. Having arrived not long ago you were all fairly sober. “Let’s play a drinking game until the others arrive,” suggested Mor with a smirk. That piqued Nesta’s interest. “What kind of game are we talking about?” Mor’s smirk only grew. “We each have to take a sip of our drink whenever we see somebody entering Rita’s, but only when we think that somebody is hot,” Mor explained the rules swiftly. You nearly choked on your drink.

“I’m in,” Nesta immediately answered next to you. “I don’t know… anybody? What about the others entering, wouldn’t that be awkward?” You tried your best to think of a reason not to play. Fully knowing that reason being Azriel, and you being worried about your reaction once he would enter Rita’s.

“Oh, come on Y/N! We both know of your little crush. We wouldn’t be surprised seeing you take a shot when Azriel comes through the door.” Mor teased, the smirk on her face never seeming to disappear. You groaned, a faint red colour tinting your cheeks. Of course, they knew of your small or maybe not so small crush on the Shadowsinger. “Fine, let’s play,” you eventually bit out. This was going to be a long night. The three of you didn’t know when the rest of the Inner Circle would arrive, so your nervousness seemed to increase even more. The three of you looked over to the door. People were coming through the entrance, and you were already overwhelmed. How would you even have enough time to know who passed through and who of those people you would find attractive. Mor was the first one to take a sip of her drink, a beautiful brunette female walking through the door. Nesta and you looked over to Mor who just shrugged. “I can’t help it. I love woman.” All three of you returned your eyes to the entrance. The next person who entered was a blonde and pretty looking male. He wasn’t really your type, but you did find him attractive, so you took a small sip of your drink. The evening seemed to pass in a blur, and you could tell the type of people Nesta and Mor seemed to find attractive after all of you had downed two drinks.

You were starting to think that the other members of the Inner Circle weren’t going to show up at all and you got more relaxed. Mostly because you were more than a bit tipsy as well. But still your eyes stayed glued to the entrance. The next person to enter was a very pretty female with long golden-brown hair and blue-grey eyes. She seemed familiar but you had already taken a sip before realization dawned on you. Feyre entered Rita’s with such grace that you couldn’t help but admire her.

“Hey, that’s my sister.” Nesta elbowed you and Mor. “Can’t help it if she looks like that.” You admitted. “Exactly,” mumbled Mor in approval. The next person to pass through the door was Cassian. His hair was slicked back, and he wore a tight crimson red shirt that went well with his equally tight pants. We all agreed that he was very attractive and nice to look at, but you wouldn’t want to annoy Nesta, so your drink stayed on the table. “Oh, come on. I won’t bite off your heads if you take a sip. We can all agree that he’s hot.” Nesta smirked and when Cassian’s eyes found her at the table, his face broke in the biggest smile you had ever seen on the Generals’ face.

Feyre and Cass made their way to your table. The High Lady settling between you and Mor, while Cassian took the place next to his mate at the end of the table. “What are you guys up to?” Cass asked. “Waiting for you to finally grace us with your presence, but you took forever so we played a little game.” Mor pointed at the already empty glasses in front of you. “Well, you can stop now that we’re here, or can we join?” Feyre chimed in. “There are only two more people we're waiting for, but sure.” Mor pointed at her drink. “I won’t be drinking anymore anyways.” Feyre took Mor’s drink and sniffed to try and figure out what was in it, then her eyes slid to Nesta and you. “I think I know the rules.” She smiled smugly and let her eyes wander to the entrance.

“You can share my drink with me Cass, but I doubt you want to join the game.” Nesta’s eyes crinkled with amusement before she sent you a knowing look and returned her focus to the entrance as well. You sighed and continued looking for the last two people who had yet to arrive. The next seconds went by agonizingly slow and the glass in your hand started to get hot. To say you were nervous for Azriel to finally arrive was an understatement. Were you going to drink, or could you hold yourself back? If you didn’t Mor and Nesta would tease you immensely which would look suspicious. So, you settled on just taking a small sip. Nothing big. Nobody was going to notice.

At first you only saw a black tight shirt. That could be anybody. Your eyes continued traveling up until they landed on those hazel eyes that you loved so much. Then they slid to the wings behind. At last, your eyes went back to his face where they settled a second to long on his lips before going back up to those hazel eyes. Everything around you seemed to stop and absently you remembered to take a small sip of your drink. You felt a nudge to your side and glanced sideways to see Feyre’s lips curled into an amused smile.

Before anybody else could point out that you were the only one to drink when Azriel arrived, Rhys entered Rita’s with his usual High Lord aura. You could see Mor and Nesta roll her eyes while you were still to caught up in the Shadowsinger’s arrival. Feyre took a sip of now her drink and smirked knowingly. “Seems like I really figured out the rules of your little game.” Cassian just looked confused and muttered something to Nesta about not understanding anything at all. At least one person who would spare you from the suffering that was about to start as Azriel and Rhys reached your table.

Before either of them could sit down Mor already made room and offered to get more drinks. Almost jumping up you followed Mor to the bar. “That eager to get away from Az? I thought he’s hot.” She smiled innocently at you before giving the female behind the bar a wink and ordered the usual drinks for your friends. You glanced back to your table and immediately regretted it when you noticed Azriel looking at you. He smiled and inclined his head to say “Hello” which you returned before quickly, maybe too quickly, turning back around.

“Nu- uh,” your started, “I just didn’t want the teasing to start.” You shrugged and sent Mor a pointed look. “Innocent,” was all she stated before grabbing two of the drinks and making her way back to your friends. Sighing you took the other two, noticing them to be those of Azriel and Feyre. With a groan you followed Mor.

When you arrived at the round table the only available space was directly next to Azriel. Cursing your friends inwardly you gave one drink to Feyre and the other to your seat neighbour. You tried very hard not to look at him, while muttering a small “Here you go”. Of course, you failed and looked up and into his hazel eyes and then to his lips which smiled softly. “Thanks.” Awkwardly you tried to return the soft smile and turned your attention to the conversation that was flowing around you. Cass was talking about a brawl with Az this morning at their usual training session and how he handed him his ass. “Did not,” Azriel grumbled next to you which made everybody laugh even harder. Feyre was talking about expansion plans for her art studio and how she wanted to take on more students.

When you finally looked at the clock, you were shocked to find that a lot of time had actually passed since you arrived with Mor and Nesta. “Uh, guys I gotta go. I unfortunately have the early shift at the shop tomorrow.” You said as you got up. “Too bad. More finger food for me,” replied Nesta. “All yours, Nes.” You laughed and quickly said your goodbyes. You were almost at the entrance when you noticed a presence behind you.

“Wait, I’ll walk you home.” You hadn’t noticed Azriel getting up and following you, too busy with trying not to look at him for too long and making it home fast. “Um, you don’t have to do that,” you started but where quickly interrupted by him. “I insist.” He looked at you seriously and you knew arguing was pointless now. “Alright.” You made your way outside and took a deep breath of air after being stuffed in Rita’s for far too long. As you walked by the still bustling streets of Velaris neither of you felt the need to speak. Just enjoying the comfortable silence. Both of you seemed to enjoy those quiet moments.

“So, you think I’m attractive?” Azriel’s voice startled you out of your thoughts. “Huh?” you managed to get out, barely having fully registered what he had said. Slowly he pointed at you and then back at him. “You think I’m attractive.” He smirked. You felt heat rush to your cheeks and hoped your blush was barely noticeable in the dark of the night. “Doesn’t everybody? I mean you do know you’re good looking with your too tight shirts or training leathers and your huge wings that just make you even more mysterious which females also find hot and your dark hair that seems to always hang just above your eyes in the most perfect way. So uh, yes everybody does. Including me.” You just shrugged and tried to stop your rambling.

Azriel just looked at you and then started laughing. Really hard. You wanted to disappear through the floor. Why did you have to say all of that? You really needed to get this not too small crush in check. His laughter subsided and he smirked when he noticed the blush on your cheeks. Of course, he could see it. “They might but I don’t catch them playing games about who’s attractive and who isn’t. Don’t think my shadows don’t tell me what you are up to.” He chuckled softly as your face took on a look of even bigger embarrassment.

“Why would you do that?” you scolded the shadows that danced between the two of you. They seemed to find this whole situation amusing as well. You sent them a what you hoped was a withering look, but they just slithered up to your face and started caressing your cheeks in an attempt to make you forgive them.

Shaking your head you looked back at Azriel. “Wait, why are you checking up on me?” You raised an eyebrow at the Shadowsinger who stood right in front of you now. Slowly you could see his cheeks taking on a pinkish colour. “Az?” You tried again but were quickly interrupted by his lips on yours. Eyes wide in shock you froze on the spot before you remembered how kissing worked. Slowly you began moving your lips against his soft und plump ones. You sighed at the feeling. He tasted of whiskey which you normally hated but with him it was just a forgotten thought in the back of your head. Every rational thought left you and as Azriel began kissing you even harder there were no thoughts left at all in your head.

As you noticed the lack of air from you not breathing properly, he pulled back. “Just for the record, I think you’re pretty attractive yourself.” He smiled triumphantly at you. Shyly you pushed back a strand of hair that had fallen in front of your left eye because of the very sudden and very heated kiss you two had shared. “And I really like you.” He confessed. “Azriel, I really like you too.” You beamed up at him and your heart still hadn’t found it’s normal beating rate. He had that kind of effect on you.

“We should probably get you home now,” he chuckled and took your hand to pull you along in the direction of your home. “We should,” you agreed and stumbled slightly into him before finding your footing. The both of you spend the rest of the way in your comforting silence, both of you smiling softly to yourselves. Not long after, you arrived at the front door of your home.

“Thank you for walking me home.” You thanked Az softly and smiled up at him, trying not to get caught up in his beautiful eyes again. “Of course, princess.” He grinned. “You don’t happen to be free tomorrow evening? I might know a restaurant that serves your favourite noodles.” He was referring to the restaurant that you absolutely adored and where you found yourself at least once a week. “I’d love to.” “Great! It’s a date then,” he replied and planted a soft kiss on your lips. “Until tomorrow.” Before you could answer his shadows transported him away from you. Probably to Rita’s to see who drank too much and would need an escort home.

You smiled to yourself before opening the front door to your home. “See you tomorrow,” you whispered into the dark and you could’ve sworn you saw small tendrils of shadows dance happily in the corner of your entrance area.

[weirdsht]

What if i have an idea and it's orv's "incarnation kim dokja will be killed at the hands of the person he loves most" BUT it's reader and cale

May Our Fates Intertwine Once More - Cale/Reader

notes: 1. Anon I'm sorry for taking so long to write your req; and 2. I'm sorry to everyone who saw the small preview I posted before and thought it was fluff.

tags: fluff, no gender specified for reader, novel spoiler (sealed god's test), hurt no comfort, angst, death, canon divergence from 620

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

Pls don't repost my work anywhere without my permission

Constructive criticisms and any kind of interaction are more than welcome

Requests are open and welcome

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Navigation Masterlist

One moment you were next to Cale then the next second you’re standing in the middle of an unknown place with this weird half-transparent blue screen in front of you.

[Quest List:]

[1. Pass the tutorial

2. Launch a widescale attack on the safe zones during the eclipse 

3. Die after fighting a magnificent battle at the hands of the person who loves you the most]

“What the fuck…”

You cursed as you read what the screen says. You tried to see if you could touch it but something else popped up as soon as your finger made contact with it.

[WARNING!! WARNING!!]

[All injuries sustained in this body will be mirrored in your real body!]

“This isn’t my real body? But it looks the same.”

It really does. The only thing that has changed is your clothes. You’re wearing something that fits the image of a deity.

Still confused, you look around you. There’s nothing you recognized. But it does look like you’re somewhere abandoned.

[A message has arrived! Tap here to read!]

You tapped the new overlay that popped up and it instantly brought you to the message.

[Are you enjoying your lover’s original world?]

The anonymous message said. Immediately, you had an inkling as to who it could be.

“What the fuck? You must be that stupid god presence we felt back there.”

[Such brash words while talking to a god… Anyway, are you aware of where your lover is?]

“His around here too right? What the hell did you do to him?”

[Nothing much. His just under my test to overcome his despair. I’m waiting for him to be consumed by it so he can take my hand.]

“Knowing Cale, I'm sure he’ll overcome it. He’d rather die than work with you.”

[That’s where you come in dear.]

You feel like you can hear the god’s vile laughter even through the screen. But you wondered how you’d help meet Cale’s demise. Unless a demon possesses you to the point where you can’t control yourself, you won't do it.

Then it dawned on you.

The mission.

[3. Die after fighting a magnificent battle at the hands of the person who loves you the most]

“HAHAHAHAHAHA! You’re quite witty, aren’t you? On the bright side, I found out Cale loves me the most thanks to you.”

[It’s great, isn’t it? If you don’t do your missions you’ll be stuck here forever. If you do them you’ll die. Whatever you do you love must say goodbye. An instant recipe for despair.]

“We’ll see about that. You might be underestimating me too much.”

You pointed your middle finger towards the screen with messages before closing it.

Getting past the tutorial was easy. Turns out you have an inventory that contains countless supplies of food and other necessities. You also have the ability to summon monsters.

The same monsters your lover told you he fought in his previous life before becoming Cale Henituse.

“Ho? This is interesting. It feels like I’m playing a game of some sort.”

You said no one in particular as you read the descriptions of the monsters at your disposal. You spend the whole day navigating the screen that calls itself the “status window”. According to it, you have the whole day free today as the eclipse will happen tomorrow.

As you take yourself on a tour of your inventory one particular item catches your attention.

[Sword of Liubi Duplicate]

It was your sword. Well, a duplicate of it. It was given to you by Cale after you first met. Clicking on the sword, you read what properties would its copy have.

[A sword replicated from your world. It’s strong, probably one of the strongest swords on Earth 2 despite being nerfed. However, since it’s a duplicate it will only have half of its original prowess. It is still a remarkable weapon nonetheless.]

Some of the terms used like “nerfed” you don’t understand as they don’t exist in your world. But it still gave you a general idea as to what the status of your sword is.

Well, it’s better than nothing.

Plus you think the only time you’d have to use it is when you fight Cale so it’s better that it’s not as strong as before.

“Either way I die huh…”

You mumbled as you stared up at the ceiling of the abandoned house you found. Usually, a person would not be able to stay in such a place so leisurely. However, since the monsters won’t touch you it's a different story.

“What am I getting sad for? I was supposed to die way back! I’m just fulfilling it now…”

It’s the truth. If it wasn’t for your lover and his friends you would’ve died a long time ago. You guess someone bound to die early will die early.

You dismissed the thoughts of your death out of your head. Instead, you focused your energy on thinking about how you would get Cale to fight you so he could complete his mission.

With those thoughts in mind, you slowly fell asleep. 

“Okay, this is kind of fun… but I feel bad since Cale and the others are fighting the things I summoned.”

You’re on top of a building. A good distance away from Cale– no Kim Rok Soo’s safe zone but still near enough to be able to observe what’s happening.

“Is that Choi Han? At first I felt bad for them, but now I feel bad for myself. They’ll finish my babies in no time!”

Observing Choi Han and the others fighting, you kept summoning more monsters. The monsters you summon are regulated by the status window but you still find some joy in doing it.

It is getting tiring though.

You can’t believe you have to keep doing this for 24 hours straight. You’re not even getting paid…

[Alert!]

[One (1) of your “Grade 1 Taster Monsters” have broken from the pack]

[Alert!]

[Two (2) of your “Grade 1 Taster Monsters” have broken from the pack]

“What the hell? I swear my dearest must have an ancient power that allows him to gather powerful beings. His even stealing away my babies.”

You huffed in frustration as you watched two of your summons go over to Kim Rok Soo’s side.

“Isn’t this whole thing too good for me though? Everything I need to survive is free… And summoning monsters doesn’t cost anything.”

[It's the least I could do for someone bound to die either way]

That pesky god messaged you again.

“Well look at you being Mr. Nice. Are you flirting with me? Sorry, I’m taken.”

For emphasis, you brought up your ring finger that contained your engagement ring. As if flipping the god off.

[Blasphemous as ever. It tempts me to take you as one of my children. Too bad you won’t be able to take in the despair that comes as a price.]

“Yeah yeah. Just shut up. It’s not like I have any plans teaming up with a god.”

Sealed God shut up and you lived the next days in peace.

You have the monsters at your disposal that can do whatever you need them to do. And you have no quest assigned to you aside from that dying one. Your mind has also been at ease as you have a general plan as to how you’ll get your love to fight you one-on-one.

[New Mission Alert!]

[Summon one (1) Electric Eel in Gwangalli Beach]

Gwangalli Beach where is that? You have absolutely no idea. In fact, you’re tired of your status window acting as if you were from this world.

“I’m sure the monster will know where it is…”

Convincing yourself that your summons will know where it is you summoned a flying monster to take you to that place.

Luckily, your assumption was correct. In no time you were where you need to be.

“Status window summon one Electric Eel… Who named this thing? I mean it’s a snake that will be summoned from the sea, and has electricity as one of its powers. But Electric Eel? Seriously?”

After bashing the monster’s name a little, you summoned it.

“I’m sure you already know what to do…”

You mumbled to the monster before going away to hide before someone saw you.

All that’s left for you to do is watch and wait for your entrance.

3 days. That’s how many days it took for them to defeat the Electric Eel.

While everyone was doing that you were watching on top of the building. Your robed dress flows freely in the wind as you do so. There were a lot of instances you wanted to intervene. Wanted to go help the love of your life and the man you considered your brother.

But alas you couldn’t.

The status window with only one quest left reminded you of that every time.

[Are you ready for the final act?]

Sealed God messaged you again. As if laughing at your inevitable demise.

“Just watch my performance. It’ll be spectacular.”

For a moment you were tempted to curse him out as you usually would. However, you decided that if you’re gonna go out today, you’re going out with grace and elegance. It's only fitting as the fiance of a duke’s son.

[Player _____ will be killed at the hands of the person that loves them the most]

[The last arc of the game…]

[Starts Now]

Ignoring the status window, you ride the flying monster waiting for you. It’s the same monster that brought you to the beach before.

“I worked so hard just for you to defeat my baby.”

You gently spoke as you gracefully descended from the monster's back and onto the dead Electric Eel. 

“...That’s your baby?”

Kim Rok Soo mumbled quite mournfully. He was supposed to be your baby after all.

“Wait how are you even here?”

He asked. Looking at you curiously. 

“Oh, I’m the one summoning all the monsters you’ve been fighting. Was it fun? Ah, don’t ask me where they come from though. I have no idea where they came from. I can only summon them.”

You spoke as if there was nothing wrong. As if you guys aren't standing on the opposite sides of the battlefield.

“_____-nim…”

Choi Han, the man you have come to consider your brother, slowly called out to you.

“What are you doing?”

He asks, not minding the whispers from the people around you three.

“So that’s what happened to my Dark Tiger… Asking permission to borrow my things would have been appreciated, Your Highness.”

You addressed Alberu first before answering the swordmaster’s question.

“Don’t you still get it? Every play must end with the hero defeating the evil mastermind! And you Kim Rok Soo…”

The sword you summoned on the way here pointed towards your lover.

“You shall be the one who strikes the final blow.”

Kim Rok Soo’s brain connected the pieces. You smile while observing him. And that smile pissed him off.

Because you were smiling as if everything was okay.

As if you hadn’t just announced your death.

“And if I refuse?”

“Then I’ll be stuck here and die. You wouldn’t want that would you?”

“So I just have to kill you here?”

‘And then you’ll return to my arms in our world?’

You knew the silent question that lingered in the commander’s reddish-brown eyes.

“Yes.”

Yet you ignored it. Letting him believe that everything will be fine. That you will only die in this world. That nothing will happen to you in your world and all shall be well.

It was for his own good.

The only way for him to not fall into despair once more.

Drawing your sword once again, you beckoned for your lover to fight you.

“Everyone else stay back. I’ll summon another unranked monster if you interfere.”

“Follow what they say and just watch.”

You and Kim Rok Soo said before your powers clashed with each other.

Lightning after lightning struck you. However, your sword blocked most of them. Dodging the ones you couldn’t block.

When it was your turn to attack, you struck your sword towards Cale. Each slash either landed on the Indestructible Shield or was blocked by the Fire of Destruction.

“Your sword is stronger than this. I did not give you such a flimsy thing.”

Cale spoke as you failed to cut through his shield once more.

“Don’t worry this isn’t the one you gave– Ugh!”

A lightning struck you. Cale used it as an opportunity to land more hits.

“I was talking you know? You’re as rude as ever. Anyway, this one is a duplicate.”

Your sword managed to land a cut on the commander’s arm. Everyone else watched the two of you. People who don’t know you were wondering how can the two of you fight while bantering as if your lives aren’t on the line.

But not everyone in the audience didn’t know you. Two people in there knew you very well. 

“I’m going back first. Something about this feels off.”

Alberu told Choi Han who was gripping his scabbard tightly.

“His Majesty is going first?”

“Seems like it.”

You can Cale continued talking as you fight. It reminded you of the small talks he would engage you in as you train.

It reminded you that this is probably the last time you will be able to talk to him like this.

“Ow! That hurts you know!”

A particular attack from the Sky Eating Water rendered you unable to pick up the sword. Cale took this as an opportunity to hold you down using the trees summoned earlier to fight the Electric Eel.

You watch as Cale turns off his Sound of the Wind. He walks towards you at a leisurely pace, picking up your sword on the way. 

“I’m sorry.”

He said and you noticed his hand tremble ever so slightly.

“Don’t be. I’m happy that it’s you. Do you want to know what’s the prerequisite of my death?”

Cale did not answer but you said it anyway.

“I shall die by the hands of the one that loves me the most. That’s what it said.”

The commander’s eyes shook along with his hand.

“That’s why I’m glad…”

Blood spilt from your mouth as your sword stabbed your heart. From the corner of your eye, you could see Choi Han running towards where you are.

“_____-nim!”

Your brother called out to you as Cale let go of his control on the trees in favour of holding you instead. 

There’s still blood spilling from your mouth but that didn’t stop you from smiling at him. Your smile was weak and tired, but it was the best you could do at the moment.

“I’m fine…”

You assured Cale squeezing your hand.

“I’ll be waiting for you in our world. So don’t be sad okay? Remember you have to overcome despair.”

“Promise?”

Cale asked you as he cradled your body in his chest.

“I promise.”

You left out the part that you’ll probably be dead or dying when he sees you. 

Weakly, but full of determination you raised your left hand to link your pinkies together. The diamond in your engagement ring shone as you did. Meanwhile, your right hand is being held by Choi Han.

They said that your life will flash in your eyes at your last moments. No such thing happened to you. But you did remember a conversation that you and your lover had prior to this whole thing.

“So you’re birthday is on November 8th? Why are you only telling me this now? There’s so little time to prepare a gift for you!”

“What are you talking about it’s still so far away?”

“No, it’s not! It’s not enough time for me to prepare the perfect gift for you.”

That’s right, today is November 8 in this world. It’s Cale’s birthday…

“In Raon’s castle… My gift is there. He should know about it…”

“You can just give it to me yourself when we get back.”

Cale answered and you almost laughed at his cluelessness.

“...Happy birthday my love. May you always find happiness.”

Those were your last words before you took your last breath. Before your body slowly turned into dust in Cale’s hold.

But Cale wasn’t in despair even as you die.

He may be sad, but he wasn’t in despair.

It was because he was holding onto your words that you’d meet him back home.

That’s how Cale was able to pass the Sealed God’s test.

But why…

“MOVE ASIDE, LET PENDRICK AND SAINT-NIM HANDLE IT!”

Why was the first thing he heard as soon as he came back Alberu’s shouting when he was supposed to be in his castle making preparations?

“CALL FOR MORE HEALERS WE’RE LOSING _____-NIM!”

“_____ wake up. Please wake up.”

Alberu and Raon’s voice rang on his head. 

At that moment. Rosalyn and Eruhaben noticed that he was back. They quickly greeted him before calling over Raon and Sherrit to remove the barrier that surrounded him.

“What’s happening?”

Cale asks as he enters the room where the shouts are coming from.

The sight made him stop in his tracks.

Laying on a grass bed that’s similar to where he was just a few minutes ago was his lover. His fiance.

They were lying there. Bleeding.

On the heart.

Exactly where Cale had stabbed them back on Earth.

A realisation dawned on him at the moment.

You just promised that you would meet him back home.

You did not promise that you would meet him alive.

Cale, the fool, had only assumed you would.

[asheloop]

KENMA'S FAVORITE CAM GIRL ☆

Warnings: 18+ NSFW, smut, simp!kenma, camgirl!reader, fem!reader, masturbation, squirt, use of toys

A/N: english is NOT my first language. If there are any grammatical mistakes, please lmk

Synopsis: Kenma is obsessed with you, his favorite cam girl, and gets off to your lives.

When he heard that familiar sound from his phone he immediately stopped what he was doing and jumped out of the bed to get the earphones and click on the notification.

His favorite cam girl was on live after 2 whole weeks.

He grabs some tissues, the fleshlight and the lub from the drawer beside his bed and gets comfortable on his gaming chair.

The live starts and you are sitting there on your couch wearing just a tank top and a pair of black panties.

"Hi guys~ how you've been? I know I've been missing a little but I'm back with so many surprises for you~~"

He's already aroused and anxious to see what you got prepared for today's show.

You talk about your last week while you wait for more people to join in.

Just the sound of your voice is enough for getting him rock hard.

"Thank you guys~ thank you so much for all the gifts and donations... you are being so good to me~ I think you deserve a reward"

You take off your top, letting to the view of all those boys and him the prettiest tits he's ever seen.

He choked on a moan to the sight of your very bare breast and cannot stop thinking of how bad he wants to taste those pretty and recently pierced nipples and make a mess on them.

You start playing with the jewelry staring straight into the camera and his cock twitches in his gray sweatpants.

He palms himself and waits, wanting this to last more than the other time. Poor boy couldn't last more than 5 minutes, but it is all your fault and your mellow moans.

He frees his leaking cock and gives it a few pumps before letting a cold drop of lub fall to the tip and go all the way down to his balls, adds some more to the toy that he only uses when he watches your lives and aligns it with his pulsating dick.

"Some of you are getting impatient... want me to show you more~?"

He tights his slow pace fist.

"Mgh yes baby~" says out loud as if you could hear him, he wishes you do.

You lower the camera showing your pretty pussy and oh god you're dripping wet.

"Tsk dirty slut" he says.

"I brought something today guys" in your right hand you're holding a vibrating bullet.

You turn on the little toy, the sound of the vibrations turns him on even more.

You put the toy in your mouth, making it wet, some drool falls down your lips when you take it it out and start teasing yourself from your neck, passing between your boobs and down your belly to finally end on your puffy clit letting out a soft moan.

"F-fuck... it feels so good~"

He can't take his eyes off of you while you slowly introduce the bullet inside your tight hole.

You squirm and shut your eyes closed because of the pleasure.

Kenma bumps his cock faster, red angry tip leaking precum inside that fucking toy that he wants it to be you instead.

"Shit k-keep going~" he moans.

You take out the small bullet and press it against your clit once again, add one finger slowly inside bumping it in and out, then another finger is in and you fasten your pace, moaning loud.

"O-ohh mgh f-fuck right there~"

You keep going and he holds his orgasm, he doesn't want to cum before you do.

The pleasure is too much for both of you.

"Are you cumming?" you said.

He wasn't cumming, he feels he was dying.

Tensed up thighs, eyes full with tears and drops of sweat running down his forehead, his shirt between his teeth letting his slightly tuned abdomen expose.

"P-please cum for me" that was it, he couldn't hold it anymore.

You two cum hard and messy, the vibrations only intensify your orgasm and a clear liquid comes out of you, squirting all over the couch.

He removes the sticky fleshlight and grabs his cock with his hand, veins pulsating under his touch, he goes fast and feral and finally cums hard on his stomach, trying to catch his breath he smiles at you through the screen.

"Oh shit that was messy" you said, smiling to the camera "okay guys~ see you another time!"

Ken: you did it so good today baby <3

y/n: Thank you! Appreciate your support!

Oh he was down on his knees for you.

Hii, this is my first writing

hope you enjoyed and double tap if you like it <3

[inkabelledesigns]

It's incredibly frustrating and exhausting to have to question every piece of media that passes your screen as to whether or not it was made with generative ai. I don't like that I can't trust people not to use the literal theft machine for their projects. Especially when it comes to indies.

Like, so there's a new indie horror game called Zoochosis, right? I have no stakes in Zoochosis, a game about a zookeeper that's trying to stop the spread of a mutation with the animals isn't really my speed. But I'd heard of the people who made it before, and I wanted to see if they'd grown. The devs behind it are also responsible for another game, Sparky Marky, which used ai voices, much to my frustration. I tuned into a stream today where someone was playing it, and after hearing a little bit of the dialogue from Doc, I asked if they'd hired actual voice actors. The streamer seemed unconvinced that they had. So I immediately turned it off and decided to go hunting instead, because I needed to know if real people voiced in Zoochosis. I needed to know if this dev team learned anything from their last experience.

Thankfully, there are credits for the voice actors of this game, but they're very far down, which is a little disappointing. The common threads between them is that most of them have a Fiverr page, so I imagine they were hired through there, but I can't confirm that. Frankly I don't love Fiverr given they are also run rampant with generative ai right now, it's not inspiring confidence. But a number of these voice actors have full on websites for their voice work that seem pretty legit to me. In the case of Doc's voice, Tim Stephenson, most of his work is in commercial voice over, not character voice acting, so that explains some of what I was hearing. Commercial VO and character acting for games, shows, etc. are different skills with different needs. Just because someone can do one very well doesn't necessarily mean they're perfectly equipped to do both, especially when I didn't see credits for a voice director here. Without a director, you're recording remotely and going off of your instincts, and while many actors can have great instinct for performing, getting a performance that fits the vision of the project still requires some communication.

I think it's too soon to tell if these actors were actually paid for voice acting, of if these are ai voices synthesized from their likeness. The game is so new that it hasn't shown up on their imdb credits or personal website credits yet, and until it does, I'm gonna be a little skeptical. At the same time, there are many explanations for why the voice acting sounded off. The dev team behind Zoochosis has a lot of names that lead me to believe they may not be native English speakers (and I'm fairly certain I've heard that from others too). Writing and editing dialogue for a game in a language you don't speak is NOT EASY! That's a big ask, and if that's what's happening here, then I'd actually be very impressed by the quality of what I'd heard. It's just...frustrating. I expect this from big corporations and companies, but Zoochosis is an indie game. The folks over at Clapperheads are a small team making this thing real. And I'm troubled by the idea of an indie team, something built on passion and a desire for creative freedom, using generative ai. They're not the only ones to do so. Pastra, a YouTuber who loves indie horror, has started a series of videos that play into this found footage/news broadcast horror story, and for part of it, they used ai generated images of photographs of children to represent the victims of the monster. And they defended this by saying that it was better to use these generated images of children than actual real children. And I'm just sitting here confused by that. Because like, the model that that generative ai is trained on is using stolen images of real children to make those fake photos. So not only does it fall under using a child's image without consent, but you don't even know what children you've stolen the visage from. That is not a good look. The same goes for Indigo Park. AI was used for the opening footage of Issac Indigo introducing the park, and that's part of why his facial movements are so janky. Mason from UniqueGeese at least apologized and said he'd do better next time, but like...the chapter 1 revamp came out and that wasn't changed.

It's small stuff and big stuff, but either way, it's not okay. Until generative ai is trained only on data that is given to its developers consensually, it is not a viable tool for creation. It's not ready to be tested until the ethics part is worked out, and even then, I don't think I'd ever want to touch it. Like I get it, game development is hard, and in the indie scene, it's hard to make it all come together. But also, I expect a project built on passion to at least TRY to be creative in its solutions, and for the people making it to know better than to use stolen content. I expect better. Maybe I'm wrong for expecting better. But I expect better.

I'm just...disappointed. It makes me feel like I can't touch anything in modern media. Like I may as well go back and only play games, watch shows/movies, and explore stories made before 2023. At least then I can trust that it was probably done without the use of the theft machine. That's such a hopeless thing, giving up on modern art and all the potential it comes with. I don't want to give up on art. I don't want to give up on people telling meaningful stories in modern times. Please, humans, keep making art with your own two hands. Please give me something to be hopeful for.

[otomehonyaku]

DIABOLIK LOVERS アニメ公式ノベライズ Official Novelization ☽ Chapter 1 Translation

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Hello everyone! It's been a while. I went back to Japan for the first time in ages last month and immediately fell back down the Diabolik Lovers rabbit hole when I went to the Rejet shop...

I recently found this so-called 'anime novelization' on eBay, and thought it might be fun to use it to get back into translating. This book was released as a novel counterpart to the first season of the Diabolik Lovers anime, thus following the storyline of the anime rather than the visual novels (almost to a T).

Please let me know if you like reading these and want me to translate more of it! I'm not exactly sure how active the fandom is anymore, so I think I'll just test the waters with a couple of chapters and see if it'll be fun to translate the entire book. Who knows!

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Originally written by Yukuzuki Hiroha 結来月ひろは Translated from the Japanese by @otomehonyaku

STORY Following her father’s job transfer, Komori Yui is sent to live with the Sakamaki brothers. However, these six brothers turn out to be sadistic, ill-tempered vampires. The men are after Yui’s sweet and incredibly rare blood, and go to great lengths toying with her body and soul to get it. Before long, Yui finds herself trapped in an alluringly dangerous love game(1)...

1. 吸血愛戯 (ラブゲーム): Stylised as ‘love game’ but written with the characters for bloodsucking (吸血), love (愛), and play (戯). The latter character also has a connotation of playfulness/mischief.

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DISCLAIMER This is an unofficial translation intended for those interested in reading the story of the Diabolik Lovers game/season in a slightly more literary format in English. I have no affiliation with Rejet or Frontier Works whatsoever. All rights belong to them, but PLEASE DO NOT POST THIS TRANSLATION ELSEWHERE OR TRANSLATE TO OTHER LANGUAGES WITHOUT MY PERMISSION.

Now that that’s out of the way—have fun reading! ❤️

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Episode 1

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That day, like any other day, the sky was aglow with twilight. In the quiet forest, which was dimly lit by the evening sun, the sound of a car engine pierced the air. It was a taxi, driving alone on the narrow forest path.

What a pretty sky… Komori Yui thought as she gazed at the sky from the backseat of the taxi.

Yui was an ordinary second-year high school student. She lived with her father, who was a priest, before he had to relocate for work. Yui was sent to live with the Sakamaki family, who were acquaintances of her father's, and so she was currently on her way to her new home.

A lake came into view from the taxi window. The setting sun glittered off the surface of the lake. The wind, carrying the scent of the forest, rustled Yui’s hair when she opened the car window. She spotted a large mansion nestled between the trees through the window on the opposite side.

So that’s where I’ll be living from now on… 

The closer the taxi got to the mansion, the wider the girl’s eyes became. Aside from what looked to be the main building, which was built around a courtyard, there were even several auxiliary buildings and a gazebo on the property.

I’ve never even seen a mansion this big before.

Before long, the taxi stopped before a gate that was large enough for two cars to easily pass through at the same time.

“Thank you,” Yui said to the driver and stepped out of the car. The taxi returned into the direction from which they had come.

Yui took her suitcase and looked up at the large, Western-style building beyond the gate. It was a three-storey brick building that might as well have belonged to a family of European aristocrats. Briefly taken aback by the view in front of her, Yui opened the gate and went into the courtyard.

“Wow… I never thought it would be such an elegant house.”

Pulling her suitcase behind her and eying her surroundings with astonishment, Yui made her way to the front door. The entrance was still quite a ways away from where she was, and Yui couldn't quite make it there as she kept falling from one surprise into another.

There’s even a fountain!

The stone statue of a gargoyle was perched on top of the fountain and looked down at her. Yui wondered briefly whether this was the personal taste of the mansion’s owner. As she passed by the fountain, the shadows of raindrops started to appear on the stone tiles underneath her feet.

“Rain?!” Caught off-guard, Yui looked up. 

The sky that had been so clear earlier was now black with rain clouds. Just as Yui thought she'd seen a flash of lightning pierce the dark sky, a loud clap of thunder rumbled through the air. Startled by the thunder, she let out a small cry.

“Oh no, even thunder…” Yui clumsily hurried in the direction of the front door. The rain began pouring down the moment she reached it.

Thank God I didn't end up soaked. It wouldn't be appropriate to show up at your new host family’s doorstep drenched to the skin with rain, after all.

Yui faced the door. It was huge and covered in decorative engraving, and she used the ancient-looking door knocker to announce her arrival. The sound of the cold, iron knocker reverberated through the mansion once, twice, but nobody came to answer.

“Excuse me!” Yui called, and extended a hand towards the door.

Before she could reach it, the door inched open by itself with a loud creaking sound.

“Ah!” 

Yui flinched backward in surprise. Out of curiosity, she gingerly peeked through the gap in the door. Nobody was there. Did that mean she was welcome to go inside?

As if she'd been invited in, Yui stepped inside, and the door immediately slammed shut behind her.

Once inside, the first thing that greeted her was a lavish entrance hall lit by a chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Still, the entrance hall somehow looked quite gloomy, stretching out far into the shadows on either side of her.

“Um… Is anybody there?” Yui ventured once more, her voice echoing off the high ceiling. 

“How strange. I wonder if they didn't know I would be coming today,” Yui muttered to herself as she paced through the hall. When she stepped onto the red carpet spread out on the floor, a large staircase came into view. She paused before the stairs, only barely visible under the dim light of the chandelier as she called out again, “Excuse me!”

Once more, her voice rang through the air to no avail. Nobody came.

What should I do?

She might have been looking for the master of the house, but that didn't mean she should feel free to snoop around in someone else's home. Yui was at a loss. She stood stock-still, trailing her eyes over her surroundings, and then she noticed something.

For a brief moment, a bolt of lightning outside cast a sliver of light on a sofa by the window. 

Wait, what was…

She only saw it for an instant, but Yui made her way over to the sofa. She saw a figure not unlike the shape of a boy laying on top of it. He seemed about the same age as her, and wore what looked to be a school uniform, but it was completely dishevelled. Under his head was a cushion, which he used as a pillow as he slept.

  What an odd place to sleep in… But I’m glad I managed to find someone.

The boy looked to be sleeping soundly when the lightning illuminated his face again. Even though Yui knew it would be rude to wake him up, she called out to him.

”Um… Excuse me.”

She reached out and touched the boy’s hand, but withdrew immediately.

“So cold!” 

The boy’s skin had been much colder than she’d expected. Regardless of how long he’d been sleeping on that couch, his body temperature shouldn’t have dropped that much.

He doesn’t even have a temperature to begin with…

“Are you okay?” 

Yui started panicking and held an ear to the boy’s chest, but the heartbeat she should have heard never came.

“His heart isn’t beating… Oh no, I have to call an ambulance!”

Yui pulled her phone out of the bag slung over her shoulder, and hurried to call the emergency number, but a hand shot out from beside her and swiftly took the phone right out of her hands.

“Ah!”

“…Shut the fuck up. Who do you think you are, walking into someone’s house yapping like that?”

The boy Yui had assumed had been dead suddenly stood up from the sofa, her phone in his hand, and shot her an irritated glare with his emerald eyes.

“Y-you’re alive?!” 

“What?”

The words had escaped Yui’s lips in an involuntary whisper, but the boy didn’t bother hiding his annoyance when he responded.

“Obviously. Who’d you think Yours Truly is?”

The boy responded like this was the most normal situation in the world, but it didn’t make sense to Yui at all.

What’s going on…?

Without realising it, Yui slowly started backing away from him. “But… Your heart wasn’t beating…” She was absolutely positive that she hadn’t heard a heartbeat.

And yet… Why did the boy in front of her look so calm and composed? 

A flash of blind panic urged Yui to make a run for it, but the boy caught her in his arms and pushed her onto her back on the sofa.

“Ah! What are you doing?!”

“What, isn’t it obvious? I’m gonna eat you up.” The boy’s face dipped in close, but bent down further to lick the nape of Yui’s neck.

What on Earth…

Yui’s mind reeled at the boy’s unexpected behaviour, and she yelped, but that only made her assailant’s face twist into an amused grin. He bent down again in an attempt to bite into her neck. 

“Ayato! What is this? Tone it down.”

The boy—Ayato, apparently—clicked his tongue and glared at the person standing next to the sofa. “Reiji.” 

The person Ayato referred to as Reiji was a highly strung-looking boy with glasses perched on his narrow nose. With his calm and polite demeanour and white gloves, he almost looked like a butler, but when Yui looked closely, he was wearing the same uniform as Ayato.

Reiji looked at Ayato over the rim of his glasses with an exasperated expression. “This is the entrance hall. A place where we welcome guests. Please take these sorts of activities to your own room.”

“Ugh, boring.” Ayato reluctantly sat up.

Did this boy just come to save me?

Yui flung herself off of the sofa and scurried to Reiji’s side. “P-please help me!”

He gave her a puzzled look when she called for help. “And you are?”

“Komori Yui. My father arranged for me to stay here.”

“I don’t recall hearing about that.”

After listening to Yui’s explanation, Reiji returned his attention to Ayato. “Ayato, will you explain what’s going on here?”

“What? Like hell I know,” Ayato answered gruffly, and swung a leg up onto the sofa. He looked directly at Yui. “Y’know, Pancake, you could’ve told me all of that earlier.”

“That’s because you attacked me all of a sudden.”

“Huh…”

Somewhat unsurprised that she wouldn’t be able to have a normal conversation with the person who had just plainly assaulted her. Ayato turned away from her as if he hadn’t done anything wrong.

What’s wrong with him? He’s been nothing but rude… Yui thought, and suddenly something occurred to her.

“Wait, you said Pancake… Did you mean me?”

“Of course, you idiot. You really that dense, Pancake?” Ayato cast her an amused sideways glance, clearly making fun of her. 

Next to Yui, who was still fuming at the rude nickname, Reiji crossed his arms in thought.

“Strange indeed. Nobody has reported this to me, either.” 

Then Yui must have come to the wrong mansion. But still, there aren’t any other houses around here.

“Ah, um, so you are…”

“Let’s not discuss this here. Please follow me. Your luggage will be taken care of.” Before Reiji had even finished talking, Yui noticed that a butler had appeared beside her suitcase. 

“Oh!” When did he get here?

The butler acknowledged Yui with a little nod and disappeared with her suitcase. What on Earth is going on in this mansion? A front door that opens by itself, and a butler that appears out of thin air, without a sound. And then there’s…

When Yui cast a glance toward Ayato, who was still sitting on the sofa, his eyes met hers with a disgruntled expression. Remembering what he had done to her earlier, Yui quickly looked away and followed Reiji instead.

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Reiji led Yui into a spacious living room. The chandelier hanging from the ceiling gave off a dazzling light, and firewood was burning in the hearth.

“Please, have a seat.”

“Thank you.”

Yui did as he said and took a seat on the sofa.

“You too, Ayato. We cannot have a proper conversation if you do not.”

“Ugh. Fine.” 

She watched as Ayato took a seat next to her, and Reiji started to speak.

“Firstly, please do us the courtesy of explaining why you barged into our home without permission.”

“Ah, yes.” 

I didn’t really barge in here, though… However, to Reiji and the others, that’s what it must seem like. I should apologise and clear up the misunderstanding.

“Um…” Yui straightened her spine but was interrupted before she could speak.

“Oh, oh, oh! What’s this?” a voice laughed from above. When Yui looked up, she saw a boy peering down at her from the mezzanine. “To think such a cute girl would show up here!” He looked about the same age as Ayato, but wore a black hat on his head. His bright green eyes bore into Yui’s, making her a little nervous.

Has he been there the entire time? I couldn’t even tell. Just as she took in the strange circumstances, a tongue trailed over Yui’s left cheek.

“Ah!” 

Did someone just lick me? 

Touching her cheek in surprise, Yui looked to the side and was met with the boy who had just been on the mezzanine. What? How did he get over here so fast? Feeling as though she’d been pinched, she cast him an accusatory look.

“Hm… She smells so sweet.” 

When Yui pressed her back against the sofa to get away from the boy, another voice suddenly sounded from right behind her.

“Please let me have a taste, too.”

Someone licked her ear this time. Yui spun around and saw a purple-haired boy of small stature there. She cringed at the moist sound of his tongue, pressing a hand to her ear. 

“She tastes sweet, too.”

What on Earth is going on? The two boys looked entertained by Yui’s confusion. 

Reiji seemed unable to look on, and broke the silence. “You two. That is no way to treat a lady whom you have only just met.”

The boy with the hat whined in protest at Reiji’s reprimanding tone.

“Do you have anything to say, Laito?”

“Well, if something so delicious-looking is put in front of me, I just have to taste it. Right, Kanato?”

“Yeah,” the purple-haired boy replied with a nod.

“Fuck off, all of you!” Ayato wedged his way into the two boys’ conversation.

 “Yours Truly found this one, so I’ll be the one to take all of her firsts.”

“...Asshole.”

Ayato frowned at the source of yet another voice filled the living room.

“With your ‘Yours Truly, Yours Truly,’ just shut the fuck up already.”

“The fuck did you just say?” Ayato flung himself off the couch with unnecessary force, and looked around the room. “That’s Subaru, isn’t it? Show yourself, coward!” 

“I’m right here.” The sullen voice came from a boy leaning against the wall, presumably Subaru. The white shock of his hair, which covered his right eye, was a stark contrast with his red eyes, which leered at Yui. “I was just thinking it reeked of humans in here. So it’s you. How are you going to compensate for my lack of precious sleep?”

“W-where did you come from?”

“I asked first!” Subaru yelled in annoyance, and slammed a fist against the wall behind him. Cracks began to form in the wall from his fist outwards, sending plaster crumbling to the floor. He fixed his gaze on Yui, who was at a loss for words.

Seeing the dilapidated state of the wall, Reiji sighed heavily as he repositioned his glasses. He turned toward his brothers gathered in the living room.

“Are any of you listening? The lady will be living here from now on.” 

There was no response.

“Um, I think there’s been some kind of mistake. I’m sorry for troubling you. I’ll be on my way now.” Yui resolutely rose from the couch.

“Please wait.” Reiji’s voice made her freeze in place when she attempted to flee the living room, her eyes trained on the floor. “I am still confirming the facts. Do you not think it would be rude to leave now?”

“B-but…”

Reiji certainly had a point, but considering the mansion’s other inhabitants certainly weren’t intent on following his orders, Yui could not bear to be there much longer. They’re scaring me…

A new, listless voice came from the direction of the window.

“Are you the woman he told me about?” 

When Yui turned to look, she spotted another new face. The boy was spread out lazily on the sofa by the window. He wore the same school uniform as the others, but instead of a jacket, he wore a beige-coloured cardigan over his shirt. He appeared to be listening to music, as a pair of earphones plugged his ears.

There’s one more brother?

“Shuu, what do you know about her?”

“...Nothing much.” Shuu replied dismissively, his eyes closed. Could he hear Ayato even though he was wearing earphones? 

“Nonsense. Please elaborate,” Kanato urged.

Shuu reluctantly began speaking. “He… contacted me the other day. He told me we’d be receiving a guest from the church, and to ‘treat her kindly,’ ‘make her feel most welcome,’ all that.”

“The hell? You mean Pancake’s the Chosen Bride?” 

An involuntary noise slipped from Yui’s lips at Ayato’s remark. What does that even mean, the Chosen Bride? At the very least, she knew that her father, who had to move away for his job as a priest, had arranged for her to live here, but this was the first time she heard of this whole ordeal. However, contrary to Yui’s astonishment, the brothers listened to Shuu’s explanation rather calmly.

“Ah, I see.”

“A bride? Well, more like a living sacrifice, right?”

…Living sacrifice?

Yui was taken aback by Kanato and Laito’s exchange. 

Then, Shuu opened his eyes and spoke as if to deal the final blow. “Right, he also ordered us not to kill her, so…”

Not kill me? What the…?

“Huh… Well, then we’ll be enjoying her company for a long time.”

Meanwhile, Yui had frozen in place. 

Reiji ignored her shock as he called her to attention. “Wonderful. It appears that the issue has been cleared up. Then, let us properly introduce ourselves.” He first turned to Shuu. “That is the eldest brother, Sakamaki Shuu. I am the second son, Reiji.” He paused briefly before turning to Ayato and the others. “Those are the triplets. Ayato–”

“I won’t let you get away next time.”

“Kanato–”

“Please let me taste you again. Exciting, isn’t it, Teddy?” Teddy must be the name of the one-eyed bear Kanato was cradling in his arms. The boy tilted his head and giggled.

“And Laito–”

“Let’s have fun together, Bitchlet.” For such a crude name to call a woman, Laito was laughing as he said it.

“Lastly, that’s Subaru, the youngest brother.”

“Ugh, this shit sucks.” Subaru looked displeased at Yui’s presence, and turned away immediately.

Reiji had properly introduced all of the brothers to her, but still, she did not know how to make sense of everything they had said to her. “There must still be some kind of mistake. I haven’t heard anything about a bride…”

Something suddenly occurred to Yui, a peculiar thought poking at the back of her mind. Many strange things had happened to her since she’d arrived here, but the most unsettling thing of all…

“S-something’s… off about all of you…” Yui asked, her gaze gingerly shifting from brother to brother. All of their eyes were trained on her.

What on Earth…

Their cold, piercing gazes radiated danger, and Yui’s fight-or-flight instinct kicked in. I have to get out of here.

“I-I have to contact my father…”

Yui reached for the cell phone in her pocket, but, somehow it had ended up in Ayato’s hands again.

“Ah!” How did that happen? Never mind, this is not the time to think about that. “My phone! Give it back!”

“I dunno about that.” Ayato toyed with her phone, a sadistic smile forming on his face.

I won’t have any means to contact my father if I don’t have my cell phone…

“Give it back, please!” Yui tried to take the phone from him, but every time it seemed just within reach, Ayato dodged her. He seemed to be enjoying the look of despair on her face. He then tossed the phone to Subaru.

Just as she thought he would return it to her, Subaru’s expression changed to a look of disgust, and Yui knew immediately that he wasn’t going to.

“W-what are you doing?”

“This.”

With one swift movement, Subaru snapped the phone in two. 

There went Yui’s lifeline to her father. Why are they doing this? 

“This is cruel…”

“Shut up.”

Watching the tears forming in Yui’s eyes at the sight of her broken cell phone, Subaru shot her an irritated glare.

“Oh, Bitchlet, don’t be sad!” Laito said cheerfully and patted her shoulder as if to console her. “We’re going to get along great, so you won’t need your cell phone anyway. Okay?”

Before she had time to think about it, she had been sandwiched between Laito and Kanato.

“I’ve been so hungry.” 

Kanato edged closer to a now distraught Yui as he spoke, and Laito simultaneously leaned in to whisper in her ear. 

“Ah… You smell so good, Bitchlet.”

Huh? I’m not even wearing perfume.

Just as she pondered his remark, the light reflected off something in the corner of her eye. She tilted her head to look, and it turned out to be the canine teeth poking out from Laito’s mouth when he bent down to her neck as if he was going to bite her.

The thunder rumbling in the distance coincided with a fearful scream from Yui, both reverberating through the room. 

I have to get out of here. Now.

She dashed for the door, but in her haste, her foot caught on something and she fell flat on her face. Yui scrambled back up, but a flash of pain ran through her leg. Looking down, she saw blood welling up from a cut in the skin of her knee.

Suddenly feeling the brothers’ attention on her again, Yui raised her face. She was met with their ominously glistening eyes. Their unusually sharp canine teeth were now plainly visible. It’s… like they’re…

“V-vampires…”

Yui reached for something in her pocket and held it up in front of her face.

“Eat this!”

It was the rosary that she’d gotten from her father. 

Vampires should be weak to crucifixes! However, much to her disappointment, the brothers didn’t cower in fear. From the sofa by the window where Shuu lay, Yui even heard a low, mocking laugh.

“Huh?” 

Why didn’t it do anything?

“Good grief…” Reiji said, exasperated. “The theories that vampires are weak to garlic, crucifixes, the sun, and that sort of thing… are all myths invented by humans. Did you earnestly expect that to work on us? That only proves how foolish you humans really are. This is most displeasing.”

Oh…

Yui made a dash for the door.

“You really haven’t an ounce of discipline, have you?” she heard Reiji say irritatedly from behind her as she ran.

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The sound of Yui’s desperate, careless footsteps echoed through the entrance hall as she ran. The thought that they were not just no ordinary humans, but actual vampires, was incomprehensible. 

I have to get out of here as fast as I can!

Having run blindly focused on getting away, Yui came to a halt. Wait, which way should I even go? She wasn’t sure if it was because the mansion was so big, but there were so many hallways that looked so similar to one another that she quickly lost track of where she was. However, she had no time to hesitate. I have to run, or they’ll catch up to me…

Yui sped off again at the memory of the threatening look in their eyes.

Shortly after that, she spotted a table loaded with different kinds of sweets at the end of the hall. What is this doing here? As she eyed the sweets in suspicion, Kanato suddenly appeared from the shadow under the table. 

“I’ll break you.”

“Oh!”

The way Kanato smiled at her made her quickly continue her path. What was he doing there?

A small desk with a landline phone on it caught Yui’s attention when she turned the corner into another hallway. 

Good, I can use it to contact my father… If I can, I could make it out of here somehow… Yui picked up the receiver, but the cord that she thought had been connected to the phone before had now been cut. 

Oh no… Briefly stunned, she lost hope. 

From somewhere in the distance, Laito’s voice called out to her. “Hehe… I told you you wouldn’t need a phone anymore living here.”

Yui frantically looked around to see where he was. Laito was nowhere in sight. 

“Come and find me, Bitchlet…”

He probably enjoyed the sight of her frightened. Laito’s voice made her shrink away in fear. While scrambling backwards, she bumped into someone, and Yui held her breath as she felt hands closing around her shoulders.

Please, no…

“Guess who?”

Yui yelped. 

Terrified by Laito whispering so close to her ear, she quickly shook off his hands and ran. 

When she somehow finally reached a door, it wouldn’t budge. No way! Why won’t it open?

“Please, please open!” She pounded her fists on the door, but it didn’t help at all. I’m going to have to look for a different way out…

Before she could move away, two hands reached out on either side of her and pushed Yui’s body against the door. It was Ayato.

“Where are you going? This is the part where you scream for my amusement. Let me hear you cry out, at the top of your lungs.”

Yui was trapped in his arms.

“You can’t run away, you know.”

The girl was somehow able to shake Ayato off as well, and ran in the opposite direction, deeper into the mansion. I’m better off finding a place to hide…

Upstairs, Yui found a room that looked suitable for hiding, but the door didn’t open when she turned the knob. As she ran down the dimly-lit hallway on the second floor, she heard the sound of something unlocking. 

Yui spotted a spiral staircase further down the hall. Did it come from up there? 

She followed the stairs and came to a stop in front of yet another door. Padlocks and chains were scattered on the floor before it. 

It’s unlocked. I should hide in there.

Yui went in and shut the door behind her.

The dim moonlight gave the room a gloomy atmosphere. Yui looked around. There were many pieces of furniture and paintings with sheets draped over them, as well as different kinds of tools. Everything was covered in a layer of dust, making it seem like nobody ever came in here. It might be a storage room, Yui thought as she padded through the room to a dresser. Her eyes fell onto the accessories spread out on top of it, which were adorned with gemstones and glittered in the moonlight. But if they’re laid out like this, this must be someone’s room after all? 

Yui’s gaze unintentionally shifted to the window.

A woman was standing on the balcony.

The woman’s back was turned to Yui, so she couldn’t see her face, but her long purple hair shone in the moonlight. She gave off an elegant aura in her long dress, which was almost as purple as her hair.

The purple-haired woman noticed Yui’s presence. Just as she turned to look at her, an intense pain spread through Yui’s torso.

Yui choked on air.

What’s happening? 

She had never experienced such pain in her chest before. 

I can’t breathe… Her heart started beating erratically, her vision slowly becoming blurry. The pain was so severe that she lost her footing and collided with the bookcase along the wall, sending books tumbling to the floor. Yui could only focus on bearing the agony. 

After a little while, the pain subsided. 

What on Earth was that?

Yui snuck another glance towards the window, but saw nothing but the new moon in the night sky outside. Did I just imagine all of that? The pain in her chest and the illusion of that woman might not even be so strange in the line of things that had already happened today.

The books that had fallen from the bookcase caught Yui’s attention. Alongside a number of books was a leatherbound notebook. Her eyes stopped on a picture that had slipped out from between the pages when she had bumped into the bookcase.

“This is… Dad?!”

The picture depicted a priest holding a small, sleeping baby. So that baby is…

“Me?”

But how did this picture get here?

When Yui looked at the notebook from which the picture had slipped out, the writer summarised their day’s events and achievements in a familiar handwriting.

“So this is my father’s diary. But why?” 

Why would it be here of all places? I might understand if I look inside.

She opened the diary and began reading.

Yui brings me so much joy. The fact that she is not my own child bears no meaning at all. She is truly a blessing, and I am nothing but grateful for every day I get to spend with her…

Yui could not believe her eyes.

“What does he mean, I’m not my father’s child? What is this diary even doing here?” 

Am I not his biological child? It couldn’t be so…

“To think you went into this room, of all places.”

The sudden sound of Reiji’s voice made Yui look up, and she saw that the Sakamaki brothers had somehow all gathered in the room in the blink of an eye.

“This is a forbidden room. Nobody is allowed inside.” Reiji glanced at the door and let out a heavy sigh. “I will have to put new locks on it.”

“Really, though. How did you even get in, Bitchlet?” Laito asked and crouched down before her, but even Yui did not know why the room had been unlocked. 

I didn’t even unlock it myself…

Yui tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t quite come out.

Kanato stood before her as well, leering down at her. “You’re nothing but food, so please stay still so I can eat.”

“I-I’m not food…”

“Quit complaining already.”

Yui shrieked when Subaru slammed a fist into the wall like he had before, sending more books falling from the bookcase to the floor.

“Oh, not again, Subaru.”

“Fuck off.”

While Laito and Subaru bickered with one another, Yui looked on, frightened beyond her wits. What should I do? I’m surrounded. There’s no way I can run now. 

What are they going to do with me?

“That face…”

Someone grabbed her chin and forced her to look up. There was Ayato, his face splitting into a satisfied grin.

“It’s so tempting.”

“Let me have a bite, too!”

“I want to lick her.”

“N-no…”

The triplets started towards Yui.

“You have no right to refuse. The only thing you need to know is this: you can most definitely not run from us,” Reiji stated plainly.

“Beating around the bush, as always. What he means to say is that we’ll kill you if you try to get away.”

Yui had no choice. She was surrounded by the triplets as she quietly took in Reiji’s and Subaru’s words. On either side of her, Ayato and Laito took turns turning her neck this way and that, and when Kanato stretched out a hand towards her, Yui let out a fearful scream.

“Please stop!”

CRASH!

Yui screamed, and the sound of glass breaking pierced the air. The triplets, who had been swarming around her in an attempt to steal her blood, snapped their heads in the direction of the sound.

A few landscape paintings had fallen over by Shuu’s feet, and glass was scattered all across the floor. 

“My bad,” Shuu said, and turned his back toward her. Yui’s eyes must not have conveyed her desperate need to be saved from the triplets.

While she was rooted in place, terrified, the realisation dawned over Yui.

Even if I run, I have nowhere to go.

“Hey, Pancake.”

Yui, still startled at the nickname, turned around. Her mind could barely keep up when Ayato grabbed her by the throat and pushed her down onto the floor.

“Are you ready to accept your fate?”

His eyes had a dangerous twinkle in them as he hovered over her. Yui could no longer find the resolve to move away. Ayato pinned her to the floor and held her gaze, his sharp fangs glistening in the light of the new moon peeking through the window. 

Please, save me…

“Oh, God!”

However, Yui’s voice never reached Him.

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Manipulating Death: Chapter Twelve

Series Summary: When Harry discovers he has a twin sister that was hiding for years, he wants to know all about her, specially about her ability to bring people back to life.

a/n: yo yo! (Timmy's voice). I know, I know, it's been a rough couple of months since I last posted something but i was just starting college (i passed in one of the top best in my country so I'm really glad), and now that everything's outta the way I can go back to writing so better get used to receive some news from me baby!

Aaand, Ik this one's a little shorter than usual but i just wanted to announce that im back so... yeah

(Also, english isn’t my first language so I’m sorry in advance lol)

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When summer came and Harry had to go back to Hogwarts and then back to his uncle’s house, Sirius was ready to throw hands.

The remaining marauders grew a very solid anger towards their old headmaster after everything Y/n and Regulus told them about, and were ready to disobey him one more time, however after some long days of talking, they decided to play the game.

If Dumbledore was allowed to lie to them and risk their lives as if they were a bunch of pawns, so could the Order.

So Harry, Hermione and Ron went to Hogwarts to finish their fifth school year, the Potter would write letters to his sister everyday and once every two days they’d talk through the fireplace.

He’d tell her how his day was, how he missed the twins fooling around, how Umbridge was such a pink bitch he could throw up; and Y/n would give small hints about how their search for the Horcruxes was going, and the best way to hex his professor without her knowing.

He avoided referring to her as a sister, and just went with “a very dear friend”, and also never mentioned Dumbledore, just in case he decided to somehow capture Edwiges and read the messages.

But they were so happy being able to talk to each other basically everyday after being almost sixteen years apart.

The boy was happy he, for once, could write home, to someone who was actually interested, some family.

Of course, before, he had Sirius, but the man saw him as a replacement for James, and Harry viewed him the same way; this was different, he didn’t saw Y/n as his mother, neither did her.

But it was pretty clear he was jealous whenever someone else interacted with her.

Like this time when Hermione told him she sent a letter to Y/n to ask about some potions and how she was healing, Harry turned red immediately and wondered why she was so worried if she wasn’t her sister.

Or whenever they were talking through the fireplace and Regulus would be right beside her in the room.

“It’s like” He mumbled, “You guys have your own families and I don’t interfere, let me have mine!”

Speaking about her healing, it took longer than expected, and she hid that from Harry, not wanting the boy to worry over nothing, but Regulus only allowed her to step out of the bedroom when her brother was going back to Petunia’s house.

“Honestly, I do think I will die here.” She confessed one day when he came in with her meal. “But of boredom.”

The day Harry had to go back to his uncle's, he decided to see his sister one last time before spending the entire summer without her.

And everyone got a pretty clear view from Harry's jealousy that day.

Remus left the house to receive the golden trio outside, not knowing an exact hour they'd be there, so it was just Regulus and Sirius downstairs and Y/n in her room.

The kids' presence not being exactly announced when they arrived, both Black Brothers thinking she'd be asleep and didn't wanted to bother the poor girl.

Well, they were wrong.

Because her voice came loud and clear, not even a little groggy: "Hey Reggie?"

They perked up at that, the man standing up.

"I'm bored, do you wanna come lay with me so I can play with your hair?"

Their eyes widened, staring at the younger Black in pure shock. He nodded his head at them, as in greeting goodbye and started going upstairs.

Mid-way he started running towards her, knowing she'd probably change her mind if he took too long. "Yes!"

Harry was fuming, as red as Ron's hair.

He busted into his sister’s room and finding her messing with Regulus’ curls. The boy shooed him away harshly and dropped his own head on her lap, staring at the Black with a cold glare that made Y/n laugh.

After a couple minutes, they decided to hang out with everyone else, and Harry would never leave his sister, following her around like a shadow and even making Regulus jealous, and it was so comic for his brother.

She told Harry things they couldn't talk about through letters, like the possessor's training that Reggie was responsible for, or how the Horcruxes hunt was going in full details.

"That reminds me, I got something for you." Y/n announced before sprinting upstairs, to which Regulus was really unhappy about. But she then came back a few moments later, with an old and messy hairbrush on one hand. "It was our father's, it's the only thing I have from him and I want you to have it."

"Are you sure?" He reluctantly asked, holding it as if it could break and disappear if he as much breathed on it. But Y/n shook her head yes with a huge smile.

"Consider it an early birthday gift."

The boy felt his eyes watering, sucking in a hiccup and holding the Potter in a tight hug that almost made him cry his eyes out.

Throughout the rest of the year, Harry would look at the hairbrush almost as if he was begging for his dad's guidance. He felt back on his third year, standing by the lake, with Sirius and his own image passing out on the other side, waiting for his dad to come and save the day.

Except that right now, he knew it was basically his own mind giving him advice. The boy was desesperately trying not to get his hopes high that Y/n could bring them back to life.

She sure was powerful, but after her death she appeared to get weaker and weaker by the day.

He'd get letters from Remus or one of the Black brothers saying she was too sick to write, that they'd keep him uptaded on any important news.

But how could Harry stay fucking calm? Deep down, he felt lied to. He had no reason to suspect his godfather or his sistser's godfather, but Merlin there was something wrong.

And he was right.

Because a week after he arrived at the Dursley's, Regulus Black woke up to an empty bed except for himself.

Calling out her name, no answer.

The basement just as empty as the bed.

Sirius and Remus? Clueless.

Kreacher? Obliviated.

Y/n Potter was, once again, missing.

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Matryoshka (Childe x Reader)

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ᴛꜱᴀʀɪᴛꜱᴀ ʜᴀꜱ ʀᴇɪɢɴᴇᴅ ꜱᴜᴘʀᴇᴍᴇ ɪɴ ꜱɴᴇᴢʜɴᴀʏᴀ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ. ʜᴇʀ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ - [ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄʜɪʟᴅᴇ'ꜱ ʜᴇʟᴘ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ-ꜱᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜꜱ ꜱᴛᴀɢᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟɪᴠᴇꜱ, ᴇxᴘʟᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴡʜʏ ᴀᴊᴀx, ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪꜱ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ, ɴᴏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ᴇxɪꜱᴛꜱ…

ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: 1. ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅᴇ'ꜱ ʙᴀᴄᴋꜱᴛᴏʀʏ. ꜱɴᴇᴢʜɴᴀʏᴀ ʜᴀꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ʏᴇᴛ, ꜱᴏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀʏ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ. 2. ᴀꜱꜱᴜᴍᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀᴊᴀx ɪꜱ ᴀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ, ᴄʜɪʟᴅᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴅᴇɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀʀᴛᴀɢʟɪᴀ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴛɪᴛʟᴇ ᴀᴍᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴛᴜɪ.

[Reader] looked around the area. She always tried to be careful. She covered up footprints left on forest paths, most often with dry branches but she knew that if her mother really wanted to find her, it wouldn't help her. No one could hide from Queen Tsaritsa, least of all in her kingdom. For now, however, she either didn't know where her daughter was going or she simply didn't care.  

The girl was surrounded by expanses of pure, unsullied white. Only a small, gray fox wagged its tail and disappeared behind a withered bush. A mature figure emerged among the snowflakes swirling around. She breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of the familiar red head of hair. Ajax looked up and smiled broadly. He slowly got up from his makeshift straw bed. He went to meet her. He carefully placed his feet on the thick ice, looking for air bubbles. She knew he was putting on a good face for a bad game. The uncertainty in his blue eyes let her know that he wasn't used to coming here without his father.  

— Follow me. — He grabbed her hand.  

His hand felt unusually warm in the frosty, cold air. She squeezed it tightly. The dark depths under her feet terrified her. In the palace she saw only fountains or shallow ponds. Almost every one of them was frozen to the bottom. It was her first time around such a large lake. And she certainly never tried to walk on one.  

— Look ahead. — She wasn't sure if the boy was saying it to her or to himself.  

Ajax repeated to himself what his father had taught him. She wasn't entirely sold on this whole fishing idea. He dropped it in passing during the last conversation and then somehow it felt stupid to back out. Maybe it was because [Reader] seemed genuinely excited about the idea of something new. In theory, she could do whatever she wanted in the palace. In practice, it was usually the same, boring activities. She could choose between embroidery, painting, playing instruments and a number of other activities but nothing interested her. Her mother deliberately kept her away from planning war tactics or learning how to use weapons. Her daughter was never supposed to replace her. Once Tsaritsa achieves her goal of overthrowing all the gods, there will be no need for this.  

Even simply going beyond the ice walls involved an escort and had to have some sensible purpose. It's no wonder that when Ajax made his offer, she immediately beamed. Any change brought her joy. He knew how much she loved her home. However, she dreamed of escaping this cold place. She wanted to visit the far reaches of Teyvat, where Archons other than her mother ruled. Where people didn't look at each other with suspicion at almost every step. Where no one reported anyone. Where no one signed documents condemning unfortunate people to death during breakfast. He didn't think she had it worse than his family. After all, it was people like him who were affected by all decisions coming from the court but he also felt that it couldn't be easy for someone like her to watch all this and be unable to do anything.  

He also partially agreed to the trip because he was flattered by the fact that he could give her something she didn't have, despite her status. He had often wondered if there was any point in knowing her, given all their differences. However, he explained to himself that no one really had the right to impose anything on them. If they both liked each other, why couldn't they play together?  

Before he knew it, they reached the ice hole. He reluctantly let go of his friend's hand. He handed her a flexible wooden fishing rod. It's time to put the bait on. The companion looked into the small box full of wriggling worms.  

— Aughhh. — She grimaced, looking away from the largest individual.  

— The fatty ones are the best — Ajax laughed when he saw her reaction. — I can do it for you — he added, taking the hook.  

— NO! — [Reader] interrupted him, snatching the fishing rod away. — There's no fun in it if you do it for me — Besides… — she hesitated. — Someday I'll probably have to do a lot of worse things.  

She grimaced for the last time. The pink-gray earthworm squirmed for a moment before being brutally impaled on the sharp end of the fishing rod. She looked at it with a strange determination. As if there was more to catching a fish than just having fun. 

— Is this about your mother? — asked the boy.  

It wasn't hard to guess when she was thinking about her. Queen Tsaritsa usually clouded her thoughts, making her face look sad or angry.  

— One day — she lowered her voice — I will overthrow this entire system. — She closed her fingers tightly around the wooden handle. — And then no one in Morepesok or Snezhnaya will have to fish to avoid starvation!  

Ajax opened his eyes in surprise. He didn't think she saw the poverty of ordinary people so deeply. For him it was everyday life. His father turned finding food into a game to make him more willing to help. In fact, he forgot about it a long time ago. Some things he had become accustomed to stopped bothering him over time.  

— If you ever need someone to be... you know... general in charge of putting worms on fishing rods, I'm on it! — Saying this, he pulled a fish out of the lake. It was small, gray and uninviting to eat. As usual.  

The girl laughed, her voice echoing in the silence. It wasn't any particular laugh at all. It was rather plain. Average. And yet, as he listened to it, his heart swelled and there was nothing he could do about it. And he knew he could clown like this for the rest of the day if she just looked at him the way she did now.  

— I think I could use someone like you. You'll be my deputy, what do you say? — [Reader] asked.  

He was about to answer when she grabbed his hand, interrupting him before he could say anything. She stared at the ice beneath her feet, weighing her words.  

— I'm serious, Ajax. You don't have to answer if you don't want to, but if I ever had to... — The words didn't come out of her throat. — Will you help me?  

Her friend felt that the question was downright crazy. The queen reigned supreme in Snezhnaya for several centuries. No one managed to overthrow her, because anyone who tried to confront the goddess died a cruel death. He had no desire to be next at all. On the other hand, in all the stories his father told him, heroes had to take risks. Why shouldn't he be the next one?  

— I will help, I promise. — He nodded.  

A cool wind blew, tugging at the red strands of his hair. He brushed them away from his forehead with an impatient movement. The blizzard was getting more and more intense. It was time to go back.  

— Hold on. My subordinates can't freeze. — [Reader] extended her fur towards him.  

He didn't think it was so obvious that he was freezing. He usually moved more or just stayed outside less on days like this. However, he didn't want the meeting to end too quickly. That's why he discreetly moved his stiff fingers, trying to warm them up. His clothes also left much to be desired.  

— Come on, princess, I'm not that…   

The girl stubbornly put the white cloth over his shoulders.   

—...cold — he finished resignedly.  

He had to admit that he immediately felt warmer. The fur warmed his frozen back. [Reader] grabbed his cool hand. It was as cold as his own but somehow he didn't want to let go of it. They slowly walked across the lake to the edge of the forest. Here their paths diverged.  

— I almost forgot. — He reached into the leather bag. — It's for you.  

There was a small doll resting on his hand. He made them every year for his entire family. Now he decided to make an additional one. Matryoshka had many little sisters inside her. He painted a different face on each one. Dressed in blue winter robes, they gleamed with fresh varnish.  

— Is that a matryoshka doll? — she made sure of it by examining it closely.  

He nodded.  

— So you won't forget about me during the winter — he said quietly.  

He knew that after the next blizzard they wouldn't see each other until spring. Only here the winters were so cruel. The snow will cover the paths and no one will be able to get to his village for a while, even if they wanted to.  

He sincerely hoped that she would think of him when she looked at this gift.  

— See you! — he said goodbye quickly and ran away.  

***  

[Reader] got out of the sleigh. She stopped for a few moments next to the gray horses. She stroked their faces gently. They snorted quietly, munching on the barely visible grass. She was always impressed by this only green area near the palace. One of the few places in all of Snezhnaya where the snow melted enough to see what was beneath it. Even her mother seemed to like this patch of land. Otherwise she would never want to come here. They came here every year. Even if the girl didn't know why. She was usually left alone and the Tsaritsa went away to archons know where.  

— Childe, keep the princess company! — The guard commander left to enjoy the rare rays of sunlight.  

He delegated the tedious task to the junior. Nothing could have pleased [Reader] more. She had been waiting for this moment. Her dream finally came true. She slowly walked along the well-trodden path. She desperately wanted to speed up. However, she had to be careful, so she gracefully grabbed the folds of her snow-white dress and took small steps towards the meeting.  

She had to admit that the old Ajax had grown a lot since she last saw him. The closer she got, the more she felt her heart speed up. She only saw him from a distance when he was training in the barracks. She managed to slip away a few times but a quiet meeting was out of her reach. The soldiers respected the restrictions. Everyone was severely punished for insubordination. Tsaritsa did not tolerate lack of discipline among her subjects. So her daughter had to swallow her selfish desire to talk to her friend. Until this day.  

She couldn't stand it in the end. She ran the last steps and threw herself at his neck. He didn't lose his balance as she expected. He stood firmly on his feet.  

— I'm so glad you're okay — she said, pulling away enough to get a closer look at him.  

His hair was cut short. Dressed in uniform, he carried a spear on his back. She had no doubt that he could use it. Pulcinella slowly spread his exploits to the court. He certainly had some great interest in this.  

— I was worried — [Reader] admitted. — Just before the snowstorm, I realized you were gone. People in Morepesok said you disappeared. And then it covered up the pass.  

It was one of the worst winters of her life. She had no idea what had happened to Ajax. She risked a lot by going to the village. The residents she interviewed said that the entire family had gone to look for the young boy. Apparently he didn't come back for three days. Given the prevailing weather conditions, they wrote him off. Most believed that he was long dead. Surviving one night in such frost was bordering on a miracle. Let alone three...  

— As you can see — he pointed to himself dramatically — I'm doing better than ever.  

When the first thaw came, she went out to check the situation. Upon arrival, it turned out, to her great relief, that Ajax had survived. Unfortunately, she didn't find him alone in the village. His father sent him to the army, which she didn't understand at all. She had never imagined him in a place like this. The neighbours mentioned something about it being meant to temper him. However, it didn't add up. After all, she knew him very well. All the stories about fights and troubles sticking to him didn't fit him at all. So she concluded that there must have been some deeper reason.  

Then all she could do was watch from afar as she quickly climbed up the hierarchy. When she heard about his exploits, she almost didn't believe them. And yet now he stood here before her. Living proof of all he has done.  

— What even happened? How on earth did you survive these three days? — she asked a question that had been bothering her for months.  

— I'll tell you another time. — He looked away.  

She saw a moment of hesitation in him. She decided not to push. He probably didn't want to remember these terrible events. She'll find out another time. Besides, it wasn't important right now.  

— You still have it? — asked the boy, seeing the matryoshka doll hanging around her neck.  

A thick strap held the weight of all the sisters. Only the outer layer was visible. It looked old and worn out. It must have worn out from frequent wear.  

The girl's slightly confused reaction didn't escape him.  

— She kept me company while you were away. — She touched the gift instinctively. — I missed you so much, Ajax. — She looked up.  

He smiled in a way she had never seen from him before. Rakish. His eyes shone with determination. As if with some new depth and strength. It seemed familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.  

— It's Childe now — he corrected her. She knew it would be difficult for her to get used to his new codename. — And… I'm really glad to see you again, [Reader] — he whispered directly into her ear.  

Immediately afterwards, he kissed her unexpectedly on the cheek. If her heart wasn't beating fast enough before, it was certainly beating fast enough now. She felt like she was melting like snow in the sun.  

— You can't do that… — she trailed off in frustration.

— Do what? — The boy must have had a great time at her expense.  

— Kiss me — she said quietly.  

— Can you repeat? Because I don't think I heard...  

Her childhood friend had definitely become a lot more adventurous than before. He used to be afraid to simply talk to girls from the village. And now he was embarrassing her.

— You can't kiss me! — [Reader] protested.  

— Ah yes? Then I won't do it anymore… — Childe crossed his arms over his chest.  

— You know very well that's not what I meant. — The girl rubbed her temple.  

— Just admit you like me too! — he said, seeing her leave.  

— You can dream!

She didn't want to admit it to him. Not yet, when he had just reappeared in her life. She first had to see how much he had changed. How much of the old Ajax is still there and how much of the new Childe. However, this was an investigation she was definitely willing to undertake.  

— We'll be seeing each other a lot more soon! — said the boy.  

He was right. The rumors she heard outside must have reached her too. A promotion was coming. And not just any kind. Childe was to join Fatui as the next, eleventh member of the group. Pulcinella whispered a few words of approval to her mother. What worried her was the attention Tsaritsa showed in her friend. This rarely ended well. The missions they were sent on were everything [Reader] had wanted to fight her entire life. But there was nothing she could do about it. She was left to look for the bright side of the situation. Soon he will be officially allowed in the palace, so she will be able to meet him. And then she will find out...

***  

— Are you sure this is a good idea? What if someone sees us? — [Reader] asked, tying her skates on her feet.  

She was afraid that even here in Morepesok, someone might be watching them. And for some time she was responsible not only for herself. A whole group of people were counting on her. Any strange encounters or sneaking outs were grounds for snooping around her. She wanted to avoid this at all costs.  

— When you were younger, you wanted to try everything. Are you scared now? — Childe definitely thought his idea was great.  

She didn't answer because he was right. The older she got, the more she lost her childlike desire to learn new things. On the other hand, maybe this was what she needed. She was always busy and if she could spend some time with her lover this way, she should at least try. If she forgets about her duties for one night, nothing will probably happen.  

— I'll hold your hand the whole time — he assured, pulling her upright.  

— There is no need. I can do it myself — [Reader] muttered, making a few test slides forward. She felt her legs falling apart.  

— Is that so? — Childe laughed.

The moonlight illuminated only part of his face but even without it she would have guessed he was smiling. He loved teasing her.  

Before she knew it, he grabbed both of her hands. He started driving backwards without looking back. He pulled her along. She moved with him at dizzying speed. The cold wind whipped her face but there was something exciting about it all. Over time, she began to move her legs on her own. The metal skids glided smoothly across the surface. For a moment, she broke away from all the problems that were weighing on her. She looked at her lover. He was now gliding alone, right in front of her. In the past, Ajax was more afraid of this surface than she was. Dark water looming beneath. Places where the ice was thinner. He used to walk on it carefully. Like his father. But that has passed. Now he was no longer afraid of anyone or anything. He said he liked coming to this place. It allowed him to remember that. She loved it too but for a completely different reason. It reminded her of their first meetings.  

At some point she felt that the burden on her neck that always accompanied her was lifted. The matryoshka broke from the strap and rolled across the lake. Before she could go back for it, a fox crossed her path. Silvery, in the night light, caught it in his mouth. He started running away with it towards the forest. She tried to catch up to him but in vain.  

Suddenly she heard a whistle right next to her ear. The animal fell motionless. There was an arrow sticking out of his side. One but accurate. She glanced at Childe. She was angry, although she didn't really know why. She knelt down next to the fox and took the property.  

— You didn't have to do that. — She couldn't hide the reproach in her voice.  

— Would you rather have it ran away? — asked the surprised boy.  

She didn't want to admit it out loud but she probably did. One more death before her eyes. Even if it was just an animal, she didn't want to see it.  

— Since when have you been shooting a bow, anyway? — [Reader] saw him try a long time ago. He failed every time, so he quickly stopped.  

— No weapon is a challenge for me anymore. I want to try with a bow because I'm the worst at it. Then my winnings will make sense. — He stroked his arm.  

— You treat it all like a game, Childe. — These words sounded hollow in his ears.  

Because that's what fighting means to me, he wanted to answer. Ultimately, however, he bit his tongue. She didn't like it when he mentioned it. He had no intention of ruining this night.  

— Come on. — He brushed a strand of hair from her face. — Sorry. Next time I will ask whether to let the thief get away.  

He was relieved to see her smiling slightly. The joke might have been stupid but as long as it made her laugh, it was worth it. Nothing has changed in this regard over the years.  

He kissed her. She relaxed, pulling him closer to her. In moments like these, he felt like everything was simpler. Problems seemed to disappear and the world seemed to shrink to just the two of them. To the touch of her lips. To making her heart beat faster. To cheeks pink from frost. To the light dancing on her face. He wanted to remember this sight. Engrave it in his memory so that he could return to it on cold nights, when memories of the Abyss filled his sleepless hours.  

— I have to ask you something, or it won't leave me alone — [Reader] began, breaking away from him. Do you remember when I was a child and I asked if you would help me if... if I wanted to overthrow my mother?  

— I promised you this. — Childe nodded.  

— I need to know if you still stand by that answer. — He knew this question was important.  

She had seemed different for a few days. Nervous. He didn't think the others would notice. Even Tsaritsa. She didn't care enough about her daughter to get to know her well. But he knew. Over time, he learned to sense her moods. He saw through her better than everyone else and he was proud of it. He knew she trusted him. There was no one else who was this close in her life. 

— I haven't changed my mind, [Reader]. — The boy squeezed her hand gently.  

— Then I have a task for you. Maybe it won't be your dream position as a general in putting worms on fishing rods but...  

— I'm all ears. — He smiled.  

***  

— I hereby find [Reader], my daughter, guilty of the crime and sentence her to death!  

The girl looked into the eyes of the woman who had played her mother all her life. She was hopeless but she tried sometimes. Did she feel even a little sorry for her? If so, she didn't show it. Apparently the daughter reminded her too much of her past loss. Steel-gray irises stared intensely at their future victim. Cold, uncaring and proud, the goddess stood before her throne of ice. Her flawlessly fair, milky white skin touched the blade. She sharpened the sword with her own hands. A drop of blood dripped to the ground as soon as it touched the tip.  

— What's the point of this whole show? — [Reader] asked.  

She knew the answer to that question. She just wanted to stay in this world for a while. Even if the person who would extend this stay was to be the most hated in her entire life.  

Laughter filled the air. Delicate as snow fluff and frosty as Snezhnaya. No one in the chamber dared to utter the slightest sound. Everyone froze.  

— You know why, darling. — The words were so warm that she could almost imagine her as a kind mother. — To show what I do with traitors — she told the crowd.  

Everyone who had any influence in the country gathered here, although none of them had the illusion that they had real power. They served their Tsaritsa. Only her. Until the end of their days, which were to come soon. When the queen's plan succeeds, there will be no one left in Teyvat.  

She allowed herself to look towards Fatui. Ajax stood among them in a perfectly straight line. His red hair was disheveled. His face was covered with a mask as red as blood. He looked straight ahead. Not on her. She was happy about it. If he turned his gaze to her, she might not be able to bear it. And she had a duty to anyone who joined the rebellion. She had to die with dignity so that their spirit would not be broken. Otherwise, all her hard work will be in vain. She couldn't let this happen.  

At least he was saved. He will survive until better times. He will have a chance to continue everything she started. Fight against all the injustice that happened to them.  

Tsaritsa gracefully stepped down from the dais. With each step, [Reader] felt more and more cold. She couldn't stop her teeth from chattering. The shackles on her hands were covered with frost. Her fingers were fading at an alarming rate. The breath turned to steam. She no longer had the strength to be afraid. The fear evaporated as her entire body seemed to stiffen.  

— She'll come here. You know about it. — The girl raised her head proudly. She knew that in a moment she wouldn't even be able to move it. She had watched her mother's executions too many times to have no idea what was coming. — Lumine was in Mondstadt, Liyue, Inazuma, Sumeru, Fontaine, and Natlan. Only you are left. I sent a letter. She will come for you. And then we will all be free…— Her mother touched her lips with her hand. She couldn't move it anymore. She knew she wouldn't say another word from then on. Never.  

— You think you're smart. That your death makes sense, the queen said in a calm voice. — It's quite the opposite. You could have it all. Stay here with me. Watching the end of Teyvat. Watch me get rid of all the evil that consumes this world. Instead, you chose a fight that you lost from the very beginning. Do you know why you're not standing in my place right now? Because I don't trust anything or anyone. You made a basic mistake. — She slowly raised the sword above her head. It seemed to weigh nothing in her hands. — Tartaglia, come forward!  

Her lover stepped forward.  

— You owe your premature death to him. My loyal Eleventh. She smiled at him. — You are an example, [Reader]. If the traitors stay quiet, I will let them live to see the end of everything.  

The condemned woman felt a tear gathering in the corner of her eye. But it didn't matter. It froze before it could run down her cheek.  

What she wouldn't give to know his thoughts now. Why did he do it? Did he have no choice? Maybe he was protecting his family? He loved them so much. Tonia, Anthon, Teucer and his old, tired parents. Maybe it was just a bluff? The only way to protect people before help arrives? Her life in exchange for everyone who helped her. Maybe it was a price that had to be sacrificed…  

Behind the mask, however, she saw the glow of eyes. The blue and strangely dead ones. So familiar, yet different, since he disappeared for three days one winter. As if there was something else lurking there. She knew he had fallen into the Abyss. He never told her about it. A few days ago, she came across ancient books and reports. She read them behind her mother's back. She didn't have time to ask about it. Now she will never know. But what if he did it of his own free will?  

She didn't feel the moment the blade touched her skin. The cold killed her faster.  

The head rolled a little and became still. The eyes froze, fixed on one point. Tsaritsa turned around. She threw the sword to the floor. She won't need it anymore. Soon everything she's always wanted will come true. The blood solidified immediately. She looked dissatisfied at the spots on her snow-white dress. She walked away towards the door. She didn't turn around once. Now she could only look ahead.  

Everyone left the room in deathly silence. Everyone except Childe.  

The boy knelt on the floor. There was a matryoshka doll lying on the ice surface. The same one he gave her years ago. He smiled, taking out the dolls one by one. Many faces. He put them all in his pocket and moved forward.  

[snoocupz]

Yesterday my friend and I finished playing Ace Attorney: Apollo Justice on German! NOW,

Here's my personal opinion review of the German AA4 translation!

(And my free pass to ramble about my favourite game!) POSSIBLE SPOILERS for Apollo Justice, at least if you speak German!

1. Settings and names:

The game is set in the fandom-wide known Japanifornia still, and the translation doesn't really seem to make an effort to make it look like the game is placed in Germany, which I am somewhat glad about! Locations are, if so, translated very directly and at least to me it seemed like it kept its funny "Japanese/American" touch!

No names have been changed in the German version APART from Klaviers. Which makes sense, as the world Klavier in German is a literal object (just meaning Piano as most people know) and as a piano is also frequently mentioned I am not surprised they changed it. However, Klaviers German name is "Kantilen" which also includes a reference to music - however I mist admit I would have NEVER gotten this connection myself, making it... not a really good reference in my mind. I am quite surprised that they didn't stick with his French name Konrad, which is in fact an actual known and used name in Germany, other than Kantilen. There is no hint on the Gavins culture or anything, means Klavier unfortunately loses his touch of switching between languages, however I am somewhat glad that they didn't just changed it to any other language! So I am satsified and believe most of the English name puns were easy to figure out for a German person as well! :)

2. "Quality" of translation:

Here is a hard one. I should criticise the translation after all. Because I am genuinely surprised HOW MANY random typos the translation had. Sometimes they forgot words, sometimes a random letter would show up, sometimes a word was written wrong, or two words were written together that shouldn't. HOWEVER...

I must be honest, I thought it was absolutely HILARIOUS. It brought me a really good laugh whenever a random typo or word showed up, as if the person speaking ingame hasn't quite nailed the language yet. So I cannot actually say that it bothered me! I'll use one of said mistakes to come over to another point -

3. Use of formal language:

Now, this is something I just thought would be interesting to mention! In Germany "you" can be either said more commonly "Du" or more formally "Sie". Personally I thought it was extremely interesting to see who would use which word on which character as it was great to see how "different" their relationships actually are! As an example: When Apollo meets Phoenix and Trucy, they both immediately use the common "you" (du) on him, Apollo himself instead uses the formal version (Sie) for Phoenix mostly. Even more interesting was to me how Phoenix and Kristoph at the beginning of the first case while still being "friends" did use the common "you" on one another, until things get heated and they both don't only start calling each other by their last names, but also addressing each other formally and therefore more distanced! I thought that was really cool!... Up to the point where they appearantly couldn't decide between formal or non formal and just... made it to one non existing word. Another mistake that made me, personally, laugh rather than shaming it tho!

4. Use of specific language/ dialogue flow:

Lastly, the game translation deserves a big plus for the use of very specific German words that I wasn't expecting to see from the characters! Words as "Sonntagsfahrer" which cannot be directly translated but bring so much more character into it! The German language has a lot of specific words to express certain situations or emotions and they made really good use of this! Additionally it was simply funny to see the character use them. Of course Phoenix (no licence) would know what a Sonntagsfahrer is.

Here are some of my personal favourites when it comes to the use of specific words I somehow didn't expect!

Also; They make good use of common German slang. As an example, on some point Phoenix calls Zak "Kollege", not as in workmate, but a slang, and Woky keeps on saying "Alter" a lot, which is so very fitting. I was really expecting hin to say "Bruder" or "Diggah" next.

Lastly; Despite the errors they made the conversations on German feel really natural! I've got a lot of random scenes that made me smile and gave the characters such a strong personality! So - Here are some more!

If you made it this far: Congrats and thanks for coming to my Ted talk! Fact is - if you speak German and find it just as hilarious to me to hear and see these characters speak German I definitely recommend AA4 on German, it's been FUN!

PS: The fact that psyche locks are translated as "Psychosche Blockaden" truly killed me.Klar, ich hab jeden Morgen auch so ne psychische Blockade. 🫡

[footy-fictionist]

It's fame she's after - Julian Brandt ft. Kai Havertz

Pairing: Julian Brandt x female reader, (platonic) Kai Havertz x female reader

Warnings: Kai doesn't like reader (it'll turn out right though), rude comments, Julian gives a bit of an ultimatum, a bit of hurt, a bit of angst and a bit of fluff, Sophia is in here as well, badly translated German

Word count: 1681

Note: As always, English is not my first language. This one has been on my mind for a while. I thought it was a good idea and it turned out better than I thought. There is more interaction between the female reader and Kai, but she's in a relationship with Julian. Please do not publish and/or copy my work, reblogging is totally fine!

There are many things she loves about being Julian Brandts girlfriend. He’s thoughtful, kind, shows her he loves her multiple times a day and of course he’s incredibly handsome. She loves tracing the tattoos on his arm, adores spending time with his family and pulling pranks with his brothers. His friends love having her around and her friends love meeting up with Julian. But there is one friend of Jule’s that she doesn’t see eye to eye with at all. And unfortunately that happens to be Kai Havertz.

She met Kai for the first time during the World Cup. She and Julian hadn’t been dating long and because Kai lives in England, it was harder for him to meet up with them to meet her. She met Sophia in the stands and they hit it off immediately. She met Kai after the first match, the one they lost against Japan. Julian walked up to her first and she immediately wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He hadn’t played but was still quite upset. Kai had come up behind Jule and he passed them to get to Sophia. He had given her a look she didn’t appreciate a lot, but she brushed it off as him being upset with the game.

But when Jule introduced her, Kai barely even acknowledged her. He gave her one look and then went back to talking to other people. She had looked to Julian, who was just as surprised as she was. Julian went to talk to Kai about it whilst she went to stand with Sophia who didn’t understand her boyfriend’s behaviour either. It didn’t get much better after that. Anytime they were in the same room, she tried to talk to Kai. To get to know him or to see if there was anything she could do to get him to like her. She mostly did it for Julian, she hated the way he looked so defeated when she and Kai ended up in another argument. It just seems that Kai didn’t see the look on his best friend’s face or he didn’t care enough.

She doesn’t like Kai much, she thinks he is arrogant and egotistical for the way he is acting and that seeing them not getting along, is hurting Julian more than he wants to admit. She would honestly do anything for Julian and to see his best friend not even acknowledging the fact that this is hurting Julian, pisses her off. But when Jule tells her Kai is coming over that weekend, she holds back a groan. She makes the promise to herself that she’ll try one more time to get Kai to like her and then she’ll give up. She goes as far as to ask Sophia what Kai’s favourite meal is and which recipe Sophia uses to make it for him.

So when Kai and Sophia arrive, she’s working away in the kitchen. She goes to greet them, giving Sophia a hug and as she moves to Kai all he does is hold out his hand, not even looking at her. She shakes it softly, before moving back to the kitchen. Sophia follows her to help out, but she just makes Sophia sit down with a glass of wine and they talk. She asks Sophia if there is anything she did to make Kai not like her (like she does every time), but even Sophia doesn’t know what’s bothering Kai about her so much. She decides to give up on asking and finishes the food. They set the table and Sophia calls in the boys. Kai is the first one downstairs.

“Wow, this looks great Soof. How did you make it so fast?” “I didn’t Kai. I gave her the recipe a few days ago, she made it.” “Yeah right.”

Kai gives her a glance before sitting down. Julian walks in a little later and presses a kiss to his girlfriend's cheek. “Thank you for making dinner, liebe.”

When everyone sits down, they all plate some food before eating. What no one is expecting is for Kai to spit his food back onto his plate. “Well it’s clear you didn’t make it Soof. It doesn’t taste good at all.”

That was the last drop. She can’t help the little sob that leaves her lips before she quickly stands up and practically runs up the stairs. She runs all the way to the bathroom before locking herself in. She doesn’t hear the argument that’s going on downstairs over her own sobs.

“Was stimmt nicht mit dir?! Why would you say that? It tastes good. Why can’t you just accept her as my girlfriend? She’s tried everything to get you to like her and you just ignore her the whole time. Ich liebe sie so sehr. Why can’t you see that?!” Julian goes after her as Kai looks down.

Whilst Julian runs up the stairs, Kai turns to Sophia, only to find her looking at him in utter disappointment. “Was?” “She is doing everything to get you to like her. Why are you being like this? This isn’t you.”

“I just don’t want her to hurt Julian. She is clearly after his money. Why else would she choose to go public with him during the World Cup. If it’s not money, it’s fame she’s after.” Sophia heaves a big sigh.

“How do you have such a big board in front of your face? She didn’t want them to go public at the World Cup. Julian wanted to introduce her to you, but there wasn’t another time other than the world cup. Can’t you see the way they look at each other?! Bist du so blind?”

Sophia went to get another glass of wine as Kai thought over her words. He never thought of it that way. He always assumed she was the one that wanted to go public at the World Cup. He didn’t think she came with Julian just to meet him. He has to make this right. He moves to the stairs and he can hear Julian knocking on a door. He hears as Julian tries to get his girlfriend to open the door for him. He hears the sobs and the strangled ‘no’s’ that come from the other side of the door. When Julian spots Kai he gives an irritated sigh.

“Was machst du hier? Haven’t you done enough?”

“I have to make it right, Jule. Let me try, please?” It was more of a rhetorical question than an actual one, but Julian agrees with a little hesitance. Julian moves to get past Kai, but stops when he’s next to him. “If you screw this up even more, you better stay in London. I really love her Kai. Stop hurting the girl I love or our friendship is over.”

Kai gulps, but nods his head at Julian. Julian walks down the stairs whilst shaking his head. Once Julian is downstairs Kai turns to the door. He heaves a sigh and knocks on the bathroom door.

“Geh weg, Julian."

“I’m not Julian.”

He hears as she gasps a little when she hears his voice. He hears the door click and he opens it slowly. He sees her sitting against the bathtub, eyes red and tears streaming down her face. He moves to sit across from her. She doesn’t look at him as he sits, she rubs the sleeves of her shirt along her cheeks. He analyzes the way she’s sitting, but doesn’t make a move to say anything yet. Then he sees her fiddle with a J necklace. If she’s wearing that, there is no way she’s with him for fame or money.

“Es tut mir leid.” She looks up when he apologizes. “I thought you were in it for fame or money. I thought I was looking out for my best friend. I thought you were just gonna hurt him and I was wrong. I see now that you really love him. I’m sorry for all the times I hurt you by brushing you off. And the dinner you made is actually amazing, probably even better than Soofs. But please don’t tell her I said that.” They both laugh. “Friends?”

She looks at the hand he’s offering. “I forgive you, so yes. Friends.” He stands up and helps her off the floor as well. He opens his arms, giving her the option for a hug if she wants to. She smiles and hugs him. “I wouldn’t have let Julian end your friendship Kai. You two are platonic soulmates, I’d never want to be the cause of Bravertz breaking up.” That makes both of them laugh. He gives her another hug. They joke together as they walk downstairs, finally able to find the things they have in common. They see Julian on the couch with his head in his hands, with Sophia rubbing his back, when they finally notice the footsteps on the stairs and the laughter.

Julian looks up surprised as he sees them laughing together. He gets up as they walk into the living room. She sees the nervous look on his face and immediately moves to wrap her arms around his waist. His arms go around her shoulders and he looks up at Kai, who gives him a smile and a nod. Julian tightens his arms around her, pressing a few kisses to the top of her head. When she pulls away, she presses a kiss to Julian’s lips.

“Let me reheat the food and we can all eat.” “I’ll help.”

Julian’s and Sophia’s eyes almost pop out when Kai offers his help. As they move to the kitchen with the food, Julian and Sophia look at each other bewildered. How did their dynamic change that fast? Not that they’re complaining. It’s just a bit odd. It’s safe to say the rest of the evening went great. And after that night as well. They went on couple dates and Julian finally got to be more affectionate with his girlfriend without Kai acting all disgusted and glaring daggers. And her friendship with Kai? It only blossomed.

Liebe: love Was stimmt nicht mit dir?: What is wrong with you? Ich liebe sie so sehr: I love her so much Was?: What? Bist du so blind?: Are you that blind? Was machst du hier?: What are you doing here? Geh weg: Go away Es tut mir leid: I am sorry

[fragiledewdrop]

Isn't it amazing how, when you are exposed to multiple languages, it changes the way you think about reality?

I don't even mean when you learn a language well and it starts merging with your native tongue. More like...

...there are so many words for "apple" in this world, but to me the apple's truest name will always be "alma", because my Hungarian grandmother used to make me say it over and over and was sad that I never got the pronunciation exactly right. She was my "nagymama".

The first time I fell in love, it was with a girl of Chinese heritage, which means that, deep in my soul, the sweetest way to say "I love you" is 我愛你, both in Cantonese and Mandarin.

I was around German speakers a lot as a child, and I thought it was very funny that "sorry" was "Entschuldigung", so that's what I think every time I bump into someone on the street. I had a seizure at a hospital once, and when I came to the nurse started asking questions to see if I was all there. She showed me a pen and asked me what it was, and my immediate answer was "Kugelschreiber". She was so confused, but it took me a while to remember the Italian word, because "Kugelschreiber" has always been much more satisfying to think and say than "penna".

My Polish friend says "kurva" every time she swears (which is quite often), and so I have started saying that too.

Although, since I began studying French, my instinctual swear word is a very classy "putain de merde". When I am really happy, I am "aux anges". How are you? "Ça va". There is a game of cards that can be called many things, but to me it's "bataille corse", because I used to play it a lot with a French coworker in Ireland.

When I was little, I played almost every day with a girl who came from Venezuela. We could understand each other just fine, but once she asked me to pass her the "pajaro" and I didn’ get what she was saying. Eventually I understood she meant our Barbie's little blue plastic bird, and not a sparrow, which is what the word sounded like to me. So when I see birds in the trees? "Pajaros en las ramas". I had another friend whose surname was a play on the Spanish word for sunrise, which she was very proud of, and one of my favourite verses by Garcia Lorca is about the "breaking cups of dawn". When I watch the sun rise, the first word that comes to mind is "madrugada".

As a teenager, I read "Poor Folk" by Dostoevsky and there was a letter in which the protagonist wrote to his lover and called her "golubchik". I still think that's the sweetest pet name- along with "honey" in English.

After coming back from Japan, my brother has started slipping idioms in his speech when he is distracted. I couldn't understand them at first, but I thought it endearing, and now "wait a moment" is "chotto matte". He is my "ototo", "little brother".

A Romanian lady helps take care of my grandfather. Ever since I have met her, known her, helped her pick out gifts for the kids that she can see so rarely, taught her recipes and learned recipes frome her, "thank you" to me has become "mulțumesc".

A person I don't know is "ξένος (xénos)", the Greek for "foreigner, stranger", but also "guest, host, friend".

There are many more. I am a mosaic of the voices of the people I have met, the people I have loved. My own language is beautiful and it's home, but even its ancient, melodious poetry is not enough to encompass the beauty and tragedy of this world. And if I dream in English, curse in French, think of my former Christian God with a Hebrew name and of holiness as the prayer in Arabic over my sick bed that fell from the lips of a Malian refugee who had become a family friend, maybe I can come closer to grasp it.

[theshimadaslovers]

~Hey! It's me, the writer...just wanna put a obs that English is not my first language, so...yeah... Enjoy!~

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Deja Vu (Reunion);The Lady, part 5.

*A few weeks has passed and Hanzo was a little to weird for your taste, he did not say sorry for the way he act, but also, he's also trying to treat you differently again, like the day he offended you...but, it seems to get harder to do if and the same time, it appears that he tries to spent time with you...weird fella. You try to find Genji and went to his room, maybe he know something. You heard him playing games and open the door slowly, he wouldn't listen you knocking. He notice you and pause de game kind surprised*

Genji- Lady? Hey, you good? You look worry.

You- A little bit...can I ask you something?

Genji- Sure, come in! *You walks in and close the door* is about what?

You- Is Hanzo...he's acting so weird with me. I know he may not remember me but he do "know" who I am...but he still ignoring me and at the same time, trying to be close to me.

Genji- He is confused; he wants to remember you but do not want to...how can I say that?... mmm, feel?

You- Feel?

Genji- Yeah, he's a baby boy! *laughs* You guys had something, right? Like...in your what...? 10 years old? With him?

You- *blush* It was only a moment and we were kids. I just want to return all the favors for him, he didn't even need to remember me.

Genji- But...you got adopted, right? And your parents?

You- They...they died last year. They were kind old already, and my father went sick, later my mom. Is the second family that I lost, Genji... I needed to come back.

Genji- Oh my dragons....Lady! *Stands up and hugs you* I'm so sorry...*looked at you* You know, you should act like this with him, more open.

You- I need to serve him, Genji.

Genji- But you guys know each other already, there's no problemo! *smiles and holds your shoulders* Be open...talk to him. Stop calling him sir or master, honestly, is a little weird. I'm glad that were here, talking, giving you a sweet head pat, you should do the same with him. As the same way we get close so fast, you should also treat him like that. Family. And you're my father's favorite, so it should be easier *laughs*

You- Mm..right! You're right! I should be myself with him!

Genji- Yes, girl! Run to the battle!

You- Yes! I'll! I'll make him remember me!

Genji- Yes! YOU'LL! Give me your best war scream!

You- GRRR!

Genji- Yaaas! Like a lioness! Now go there and kick his ass to remember you!

*Later that day, you were sit behind him while he drink a tea...all silent*

You- ... *deep breath having no idea of what to talk with him, but you figure it out after noticed the smell in the air* This is...chamomile?

Hanzo- Yes, how did you know?

You- I could smelled. *he turns to look at you making you nervous* W-what?

Hanzo- Nothing... *look away* Chamomile is good for sleep treatment. Here. *gives his tea for you, you hold it a little surprised*

You- But....its yours.

Hanzo- You need that more than me. *turns around again and sighs* I need to meditate.

You- I do...?

Hanzo- I can hear and see you waking up every day in different times at night. Before the sunrise. *close his eyes to meditate*

You- *smirk* You're stalker, mister Hanzo.

Hanzo- *He felt something on his chest what make him open his eyes immediately*

You- *laughs* I mean, it's ok if you're worry about me... we take care of each other, right? *that last word make him turn around to look at you with a shocked face* What...? Hanzo?

Hanzo- We...take care of each other...*look away* you said that before, didn't you? It was you, right? That voice, that phrase...I can still hear it from that day.

You- That day? *starts to feel surprised*

/Flashback on/

*Hanzo was teaching techniques with a bamboo sword just for fun, he was also training and remembering some new practices*

Hanzo- You need to hold like this! Firm!

You- Firm...!

Hanzo- Now you lift you both arms holding firmly the sword over your head and! Attack!

You- Attack! *smiles* Yeah! I got it!

Hanzo- It's easy, just need a little more of force.

You- Hanzo... *sighs and smiles to him* We will take care of each other, right?

Hanzo- *smiles* I'll take care of you, forever, my lady.

You- Lady? *laughs* Thank you, dragon warrior.

Mom Shimada- Hanzo and .... come eat!

(Hanzo- I don't remember your real name... you were special to us, somehow)

You- *runs to Shimada parents* Can we hunt frongs in the lake, sir?

Hanzo- Please ~

Sojiro- *laughs and felt surprised with Hanzo begging for it* Right, but you, sir, has to come back before 4pm for your archery training.

(You- You do remember me, after all...)

(Hanzo- Small things... I blocked everything about you)

*in the lake you sit with Hanzo big rock to watch the nature. Couldn't find any frong, by the way.*

You- You think that I'll have a family again, Hanzo?

Hanzo- We're your family! *smiles* Aren't we?

You- Am I? *surprise* I mean... I'm not a Shimada.

Hanzo- You don't need...not now. You'll be part of this family soon.

You- Whys that? How?

Hanzo- I want to marry you someday. I already told my parents, that when we grow up, I want to marry you.

You- Ma-Marry me? *blushing hard* Wh-why me?

Hanzo- It feels like that I need you by my side. You make me laugh and love every second of my life when I'm with you. So...it feels right. And you're the most gorgeous girl I've ever met.

You- And the only one *laughs* I presume.

Hanzo- Yeah... And I hope so too. I don't want to meet anyone else.

/Flashback off/

You- You said that...maybe three times *laughs* Then I've being adopted.

Hanzo- Why can't I remember you...? *look at you in sadness* Why? My heart screams when you're around; my heart recognize you and I don't.

You- Like you said, you block me from your memories. I don't blame you, Hanzo. *take of the cloth off and sighs* I asked your father to put the cloth because I didn't know if was a good idea... I was scared to...scare you.

Hanzo- *look at your face for seconds without say anything and notice a scar on your lips, it was covered with make up* Your lips...

You- What?

Hanzo- I can see a scar.

You- Oh...yeah, the scar. *he keeps looking at your face* What? Is not that bad, isn't?

Hanzo- I want to remember you. But you're wearing make up.

You- It doesn't make that much difference *laughs and he looked immediately shocked* ...? Wh-what? Are you ok?

Hanzo- I...! *blush and turn around* I'm fine...

You- Is your heart screaming again?

Hanzo- *laughs* Yes. What can I do to remember you, Lady?

You- Let the time help you. *smiles and hold one of his hand* The time will tell you everything you seek. Will give you all the answers.

Hanzo- Time bring back blocked memories?

You- Of course, is your past, it is still there somewhere. Only time will help you.

Hanzo- A woman that I wanted to marry...*sighs* How can't I remember...I never...never feel in love before. I thought that was impossible to me.

You- We were kids, Hanzo, maybe you wasn't thinking straight *laughs*

Hanzo- But that scar...*look at it worry* What happened?

You- *chuckles* That's a story for another time.

Genji- Brother...*step in and you immediately put the cloth, Genji noticed but didn't said anything* Oh, you guys are talking...cool! *smiles*

Hanzo- Did something happened?

Genji- Dad want us both to a reunion, right now...something bad is coming.

*Hanzo frowned and immediately stands up going with Genji. I the reunion room, a big table and all the important Shimada members were there, listening carefully to Sojiro that take a deep breath before talking*

Sojiro- The Overwatch is watching us have a while...Jack Morrison send a warning of invasion and if we do not surrender, they'll take Kanezaka, somehow.

Genji- But...why? Why now?

Sojiro- I don't know, we have power enough to not to be arrested, but we don't have power against death. They're watching you, Genji... easy target. If they get into Kanesaka, they'll kill Hanzo as well and the Shimada will...*interrupted*

Genji- Easy target?! *stands up in anger* Easy?! I've being trained for this! I've being trained to kill! To war! I'm a ninja!

Hanzo- Sit down, Genji... that's not the point. You're not weak, you're the youngest and a fool! Every day you went to parties and we don't know where else, hanging out with random people... and they can hunt you and kill you anytime, you won't be prepared!

Genji- I can kill them with a knife! With a piece of glass!

Sojiro- Genji! *he looked at the father still in anger* Control yourself, boy! Your brother is right!

Genji- Oh! *laughs* He's ALWAYS right for you, father! He's the only one that is ALWAYS right!

Hanzo- Genji...! *stands up*

Genji- And YOU are a fucking daddy's baby boy! *pock his chest*

Hanzo- *starting to get annoyed* Sit...down...now.

Genji- You're the future leader of this SHIT, not me! If I die, no one will care about me! You're always so spoiled and has all the attention and you're really caring about me being hunted by Overwatch? HAHAHA! Bullshit! Of course not!

Hanzo- I said sit down!

Genji- Fuck you!

Hanzo- Language, you idiot!

Sojiro- BOYS! *Punches the table and both sat down* ...Please, behave! Do not disappoint. What have I said for both of you?

Hanzo- *sighs* Never disappoint mother or father... *look at Genji*

Genji- this is bullshit...*whispers and sigh* Always bring honour to your family...*Hanzo keep looking and him and he grunt in anger* Mistakes are not welcome, something like that! Whatever! I don't remember!

Sojiro- A mistake won't bring you another chance, Genji! *stands up* If you mistake...you'll die and disappoint! Disappointment to your family and yourself!

Genji- You always say the same thing!

Sojiro- And you NEVER learn! Now listen to me! *point the finger to him in anger* In fact you're better than your brother and won't ever be! Overwatch will come and they'll try to kill you...if you died, they will kill your brother, me and your mother and she's not well! Your mother is sick! She can't fight! She barely stands up! *Points to her*

Hanzo- What...?

Genji- Wait! What?! Mother? Are you sick?

Mom- I...Sojiro! *Look at her husband and felt embarrassed* I Didn't want to scare my boys...*said with a weak voice*

Hanzo-*Stands up again* Mother...What is happening? Please.

Mom- *coughs* I don't know...neither the doctors. *smiles* But...I'm not living for too long, boys.

Genji- Wait, everyone knew that?! *look at everyone that wasn't surprised* Not their own sons?! *stands up* What the fuck?! My mother is dying!

Hanzo- Father!

Sojiro- No! Just no! You both sit down quietly cause this is NOT the problem now! *Hanzo sat down looking at his mother* Genji...sit down.

Genji- You're a fucking pig...*Look at his father is disgusting* You're disgusting, old man.

Sojiro- We have to talk about our future with the Shimada, Genji!

Genji- My future is my mother's death now...! *shaking in anger* This is not a problem? Really? We're Shimada...me, you, mom and Hanzo...we're the Shimadas. This Is what should matters, not the business...!

Sojiro- And that's why your brother is the only think I care. Leave.

Genji- *paralyze for a moment and laughs* This is not a surprise coming from your dirty mouth... really. Thank you for fucking nothing, daddy! *aggressively move the chair making it fall back*

Hanzo- *sighs deeply worry and look at the table* Father...I don't think you shou-

Sojiro- Do not try to be against me, Hanzo, I'm the one trying to save you here! Be grateful!

Hanzo- *Look at him and feeling a pressure on his chest* Yes, father...I'm sorry.

Continue...

[landoncrris]

through the phone - mason mount x reader

REQUESTS ARE OPEN // MASTERLIST

idk how to feel about this tbh, i kinda hate it but we’ll move

warnings: english is not my first language, 18+ minors dni. phone sex, masturbation, dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink,,

word count: 2.1k

You were currently sitting in Wembley watching the England game, with Mason’s family, and when the final whistle blew you immediately excused yourself and tried to make your way to the tunnel like you do every game. Only this time it wasn’t Stamford Bridge, so you just hoped they’d let you in, or at least close enough for your boyfriend to see you, because he’d been gone for a week now and you wanted nothing more than to fall into his arms and kiss him.

Fortunately, you saw Mason by the time you got downstairs and he was looking down the corridor hoping you would turn up, and when you did, a beaming smile spread across his face. He started walking towards you with quick steps as you did the same, waving off all the security guards who looked strangely in his direction.

“Hi baby,” he beamed as he got close enough to you before he swept you off your feet and wrapped his arms around your waist, making you squeal and in return wrap your arms tightly around his neck. You mumbled a small “Hi” back and gave him a kiss on his neck, which was covered in a light layer of sweat, but you didn’t care at that moment.

“You played so well, Mase, I’m so proud of you.” you whispered, feeling safe in his strong arms as you tried not to think about the fact that this moment could only last so long before he was gone again for a week. You felt him smile against you and press a kiss to the side of your head, which made you smile too, pulling your face away from his neck as he set you back on your feet.

“And you looked very sexy too,” you said, a smirk spreading across his face, the grip on your hips tightening from the tension you just created, “Oh yeah?”

“Mmm, made it hard to concentrate on the game at all.” Your words made him laugh, his face coming closer by the second, until you finally pulled him to you by his neck, your lips desperately searching his to make up for lost time in the few minutes you had. As your fingers ran through his wet hair, the strands falling down between them, his hand made its way under the jersey you wore, thumb stroking comfortably over your bare skin. And you knew that everyone present could see you, could see the pda, but at that moment neither of you cared, too preoccupied with the feel of the other’s tongue stroking yours.

“I’m sure no one will notice if we sneak off for a few minutes.” Mason mumbled between kisses, causing you to try protesting, but his lips silenced you as his body tried to sneakily lead you towards the bathrooms. But only until he heard someone calling his name, the first time he tried to ignore it thinking he might be imagining it, but the second time he had to turn away from you and look around to see who was calling for him. “Gaffer wants you.” the person said as Mason’s eyes met his, makking him nod.

But when he turned back to look at you, he groaned and pulled you close against his chest for a few more seconds, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I have to go, I’ll call you when I get back to my room, yeah?” you nodded in response before he leaned in for one last kiss, pressing his lips as close as he could to yours.

“I love you.” whispered Mason, needing to kiss you one last time even though his body was screaming for more, “I love you too.” you smiled before he disappeared with a very last kiss on the back of your hand. Leaving you alone in the tunnel, watching him walk away with a pout until you couldn’t see him anymore. And even though you knew he didn’t expect you to wait until he called, as it was sure to take a few hours, you did anyway and had a late dinner with Mason’s family at your house before passing the time by tidying up and doing the laundry.

we just got back xx

You received Mason’s message just as you were putting the last plates in the dishwasher, and then immediately Facetimed him instead of replying to his message, hoping he wanted to talk yo you as much as you did.

“Not asleep yet?” he asked as he picked up, hearing the rustle of the bed in the background as he lay on his stomach, chin propped on his arm, watching you sleepily through the phone.

“Nah, I was waiting for your call.” you replied, leaning on the kitchen counter and just looking at him for a moment too, “You didn’t have to do that, baby.”

“I know, wanted to talk to you though.”

“Did you get home all right?” Mason asked you after a few moments of silence as you just grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and made your way upstairs to your bedroom. “Yeah, your parents drove me home and then stayed for a while to eat something,” he hummed, loving how well you fit into his family and how easy it was for you to be around them now, even though you were scared at first, “And you?”

“Well, I hope I would’ve got home all right. But yes.” he pouted, “I’d like that too.” you replied, putting your phone down on the sideboard as you reached the bedroom, the way you always did when you changed because you knew he’d throw a tantrum if you didn’t let him watch. You turned your back on him to take a shirt out of the wardrobe after taking off your hoodie and leggings, hearing him groan as he saw you in just your matching underwear, with your full ass on display for the camera.

“God, I miss you so much.” he buried his head in the pillow, feeling his shorts already tightening so he refused to see any more of it. “My dick feels like it’s gonna explode one of these days.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, Mase,” you laughed, which earned you a look from him as he lifted his head again and turned onto his back, the friction of the mattress making things worse. “Do you want me to help you?” you asked as you lay down on the bed as well, seeing him smirk at you in relief, hoping you would say something like that.

“Please.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Put your phone up so I can see you, baby.” he said, to which you obeyed him and put your phone up next to you so he could see your face and chest. That made you take off the shirt again you had just put on, so that you were only wearing your lacy bra.

“You too,” you mumbled as your fingers were already stroking your stomach and the valley of your breasts in anticipation. So he put his phone next to him, letting you see as much as he did of you, which made you shake your head to the camera: “I want to see where your hand goes too.” you admitted, to which he grinned and thought for a moment until you saw him take one of the pillows and place it along with his phone further down on the bed, which meant you could already see his bulge.

Mason propped himself up on one elbow so you could see his face better and so he could see you better too, before he lifted his hips to pull off his boxers and sweatpants as your fingertips ran along the insides of your thighs, biting your lip. You let out a whimper as he pulled his dick out, the angle making it seem even bigger, and you watched Mason spit into his palm before taking himself in his hand, the sight causing you to rub your thighs together, already able to feel a damp patch forming in your underwear.

“Are you touching yourself yet?” he asked, to which you shook your head, seeing him throw his head back as his thumb stroked his tip. “Good girl. Do it now.” to which you didn’t waste another second, immediately removing your panties and sliding a finger through your folds. You whimpered as it touched your clit, causing pre-cum to leak out and run down the side of Mason’s dick.

“Fuck, Y/N, I need you so bad.” he moaned, his hand quickening the pace as he saw you caress your breast over the fabric of your bra. “Mm, I wish you were here right now, Mase, your fingers feel so much better than mine.” your words ended with a high pitched whimper as you applied pressure to your clit.

“Daddy, please,” the words left your mouth without much thinking as you inserted two fingers inside you, watching him buck up into his hands desperately as he threw his head back with a whimper. The clenched jaw and the vein running down his neck made you quicken the pace of your fingers, trying to do it the way he always did, even though it felt nowhere near as good. “Please fuck me.”

“Trust me, as soon as I get home I’m going to fuck you so hard you w-” he choked on his words as he heard the wet sounds coming from your pussy, even audible over your moans, making him whimper again, which only increased the wetness between your thighs, “won’t be able to walk for a week.” he finished his sentence in a weak voice and had to swallow a lump in his throat.

His head lifted again and continued to watch you while your mouth was hung agape, moaning and whining his name repeatedly while imagining your fingers were his, and every time a sound came from him it actually felt like that for a moment. While he desperately wanted his cock to fill you right now instead, a thousand scenarios went through his mind that he would normally tell you, but he wasn’t able to form a proper sentence right now.

“Y/N,” he whined, his voice cracking at the end, making him swallow hard and fight with himself not to cum already as your moans grew louder and he had to think about you clenching around him, “‘’m so fucking close, baby.”

“Me too,” you croaked out, your fingers pulling out of you and moving to your clit instead, the sensation making you cry out, feeling your high coming fast towards you, “Please Mase, please cum for me.” you whimpered, wanting to come at the same time as him, whereupon you opened your eyes again and saw him running one hand through his hair, his arm flexing as he did so, while the other jerked himself off at a rapid pace, by now much more pre-cum visible.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck-” he groaned, bucking up into his hand one last time before he came, and when you realised, you let go too, squinting your eyes shut as your legs closed around your hand from the sensitive feeling. You were both breathing heavily when you came back down, though he recovered a little quicker and picked up his phone again,

“Great, now I’ve got cum on my sheets.” you heared him mumble, whereupon you let out a breathy laugh, opening your eyes again and looking at him as he looked down at the sheets, trying to think of a way to ask for new ones. “Just take a wet rag and wipe it up.”

“You’re a genius!” he gasped, as if it wasn’t the most obvious thing in the world, and you watched him go into the bathroom to get a towel and wet it a little before going back and trying to clean it up, which he fortunately succeeded in doing.

“Listen,” he groaned as he flopped back on the bed, “I’m going to take a shower now, okay? You go to sleep, baby.” You nodded and smiled softly at him, making him wish he could take you into the shower with him before you fall asleep in each other’s arms.

“Alright, I love you, baby, sleep well.”

“You too Mase, love you.” you replied and the last thing he did was smile at you, sending you a kiss with a loud “Mwah” that made you giggle before he hung up.

[liptonsbabe]

My dear [S.U]

Sam Uley x Fem! reader!

Summary: “Did you have a hard day? You can complain to me. Did something make you almost cry? It’s alright, look at me. Starting from now, think of three really good things: the warm air, the dazzling weather, and me outside your window.  I told you, you can see brightness only when it gets dark”

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, death, heart dissease and such. English not my mother language so pls let me know if something’s wrong

gif’s not mine

"Sorry to bother you, Chief," you said following the man's moves through your house. Charlie Swan was carrying a reclining chair with ease leaving it in the middle of the living room while you stood at the bottom of the stairs with your little four year old daughter in your arms. Cassie was exhausted. It had been a long plane ride and a bit more road travel, which knocked your little girl out as soon as you set foot in your new home in Forks. It was a long time since you had seen that place but of course you remembered Charlie Swan as kind as he had always been. Even when you were just starting to think about moving back to Forks he was the first to help you get a safe home for you and your daughter. You remembered looking up for Charlie's old phone number hoping it was still the same and when you dialed and heard the man's voice behind the phone you sighed in relief. At last life seemed to be smiling on you after a long time and Charlie was quick to offer to help you if you decided to return to town.

He told you about a house for sale next to his. The owner was elderly and preferred to live with one of her children and earn income from the house near the forest that could be bought by curious tourists so Charlie convinced her to sell you the house and at a lower price than she was originally asking because the house needed some repairs that he could do. So you thought no more about it and packed your things to return to Forks after the horrible years you had lived in Brownsville.

Charlie picked you up at the airport in his police cruiser and avoided turning on the siren cause Cassie was already half asleep in your arms when you got off the plane and he didn't want to disturb her, but Cassie had the strength to stay awake long enough to make him promise that next time he would turn on the siren as they drove around town.

The truth was that Charlie Swan was an angel. He arranged everything so you would have a quick return and even now he was bothering to get all your stuff out of the moving truck so you wouldn't have the worry of doing it later.

"Nonsense, I'm happy to do it. Besides, it's my day off."

"And that's why you shouldn't be doing all this. I know vacations for police officers are non-recurring."

"I'm the chief, I have certain privileges."

"Still."

"Well, I wasn't going to let you do this on your own" he replied, carrying the boxes with your and Cassie's clothes. He set them down on the kitchen island and leaned back against them to rest. You walked over and settling Cassie better in your arms you sat down in one of the chairs Charlie had given you "Billy and Jacob will be here in a little while to get all this settled so you can have your first night here without any problems."

"I still think it's too much. Stop spoiling me like this, Charlie, you even gave me part of your dining room!"

"Ah, it was nothing. Bella and I recently bought a new one and we didn't want to take it to the dump cause it still has some use. The table is made out of good wood and the chairs are freshly upholstered. Look at it, it suits perfectly!"

"That's not the point" you said, glancing sideways at the newly arranged dining room near the kitchen "The point is that you're doing a lot for me and it's not fair."

"Your father would have done the same for Bella if it had been about me" he replied reaching for a bottle of water from the installed cooler. A sudden tension appeared in the room as you both remembered what your father's life was like in Forks "Jackson was my best friend for a long time and when he died...I promised him that I would seek you out and support you as if you were my own and that is precisely what I am doing."

"You wouldn't have if I hadn't left and hadn't abandoned him. He died because of me"

"That's not true."

"He was left alone when I left. He died of grief"

"He died from the heart valve disease he had. Your father suffered it from a young age and even so, you had a right to look for your mother"

"I wish I hadn't" you murmured, cooing to Cassie who was beginning to get annoyed by the noise of your voices "I abandoned my father and didn't find anything worthwhile"

"Well, that doesn't matter anymore, stop tormenting yourself and thinking you killed your father. I was with him. He loved you and he died peacefully, remember him as the good man he was, child."

You sighed. Cassie went back to sleep peacefully

"You're right. I'm sorry."

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I know it's not the same, but you have me now and I'd rather die than let you leave again, do you hear me?"

"Easy, I have no intention of doing that" you half smiled "I'm running away from the tracks I left in Brownsville, I have no desire to go back under any circumstances. What I'm worried about is that the tracks won't rub off and show the way to the one I'm hiding from"

Charlie clicked his tongue.

"That should be the least of your problems. I have a gun and I know how to use it. He'll have to deal with that first before he gets to you."

"Thanks, Charlie."

"Although, if Chief Swan is as good at shooting as he is at fishing then you'll have to learn how to handle a gun yourself, honey" a voice appeared from the doorway followed by a young man's laughter.  You looked up meeting the unmistakable face of Billy Black next to his son Jacob. Billy entered your house being pushed by Jacob leaving him next to Charlie as he rolled his eyes "Be a little more modest, buddy."

"There's nothing wrong with bragging once in a while."

"Yeah, but you do it all the time."

"Shut up."

"Make me"

Charlie got up from his spot lunging towards Billy who ina swift movement spun the wheels of his chair avoiding Charlie's attack thus beginning a chase through the house dodging the obstacles of boxes on the floor. Jacob laughed taking Charlie's place in front of you.

"I thought we were coming to help with the move, not to watch them play like preschoolers?"

"Me too. I think Cassie will get along with them."

"Your little girl will beat them up right away"

"Probably."

You giggled quietly avoiding waking Cassie as Charlie and Billy finished their game to go back to the truck and get the last boxes, then you could finally get everything settled at home. Jacob smiled, looking at you

"I'm Jacob. You may not remember me but..."

"Are you kidding? I used to give you the bottle."

"No you didn't."

"Of course i did! My dad used to visit your parents a lot and he used to take me with him. You were a newborn baby and I used to volunteer to help Sarah feed you. You were the worst baby ever. You cried too loudly and squeezed the bottle with your swollen gums. Then you'd throw the milk back and you used to get really messy. Your poop was the smelliest I could remember."

"Don't say that!" he replied, embarrassed "I see you do remember me."

"And Quill and Embry. Tell me, are they still the same old fools?"

"They haven't changed at all."

You laughed.

"Perfect."

"Ok, these are the last boxes" announced Charlie walking into the house carrying with him a small box with Cassie's toys. Billy came in behind with some boxes on his lap "I think now we can get everything organized and finishing in time for you to get some rest."

"I'll clean up the little girl's room" offered Jacob standing up "then I'll fill the closet and set up the bed so you can lay her down, you must be tired from carrying her around for so long. is that okay with you?" he asked you. You nodded

"Yes, thank you Jacob."

"You're welcome. Give me that" The boy took the boxes off his father's legs and picked up Charlie's, all with one arm and with the other he carried the folding base of the bed. You opened your eyes wide 

"Easy, big guy, when did you get so strong?"

"I don't know. It just... showed up" he replied disappearing up the stairs

"It showed up" said Charlie "Ah, I hope shows up something like that to me"

"Don’t hold your breath as that happens" Billy joked.

"I should do something for lunch" you said trying to stand up. You were going to put Cassie down on one of the couches and put some cushions around her, but Charlie won't let you. Billy agreed 

"None of that. We'll order something."

"But..."

"Nothing" interrupted Billy "We'll buy pizza"

"You guys really need to stop doing this" you reproached. Billy picked up his phone

"Ah, sorry, you had to say that earlier, I'm already on the call."

"You guys are unbelievable"

Charlie smiled

"We know. oh I'll get Bella, she hasn't said hello yet" Charlie walked out before you could say anything else and closed the door dismissing the moving truck. Billy smiled complicitly, placed the order, gave the address and left the cell phone on the kitchen bar

"Dinner is served."

"Thank you."

"They had children's menu, so I ordered it for Cassie. I hear their brownies are delicious. Maybe I'll steal it for myself."

"I'll keep it as a secret"

Billy nodded with a smile and as the food arrived you chatted animatedly about what had happened in your absence, he also told you things about your father and all the times they went fishing together before his death. You were enjoying Billy's stories when time began to pass and Charlie didn’t return with Bella as he promised. Jacob was finishing Cassie's room and when the pizza arrived he came downstairs immediately, asking about Charlie's whereabouts.

"He went to get Bella, but he hasn't come back yet."

"That's strange, his house is right next door."

"Maybe something came up for him at the station" Billy shrugged.

You  decided to wait for the Swans to eat, but seeing that they didn't show up Jacob offered to investigate what was going on when suddenly the door opened and a very worried Charlie Swan walked in wiping the sweat from his brow

"Bella’s missing."

"What?"

Jacob suddenly became alert and Billy remained static in his place. You felt a knot in your stomach. While riding in the police cruiser that morning, you had heard something about tourist disappearances and wild creatures killing people in the woods and you feared Bella might be in that kind of danger. You were never close, but you knew her and occasionally went out together to talk or share a movie night. You still hadn't seen her after the years you were away and the least you wanted was for something bad to happen to her.

"Did you talk to any of her friends?"

"She was with them during classes, but they lost track of her on her way here. I'll call the Cullens, maybe..."

"You didn't know?" asked Billy "The Cullens left Forks, Charlie."

"Where did they go?"

"We'll find her" encouraged Jacob "But we have to go out and look for her before dark."

"I'll go with you" you said "I'll take Cassie to her room and..."

"No, no, stay" Charlie asked you "I left a note for Bella at home in case she comes back she’ll know that she has to come here and wait for me. If she does, call me right away, please" you nodded

"I'll call Harry and ask him to join along with the boys" Billy said and wheeled away down the hallway holding the phone to his ear. Charlie and Jacob left and you decided to take Cassie to the room, go down to the kitchen and make some coffee for the Brigadiers and Bella. If she was alone in the woods and the night was catching up with her then she was going to need something hot to get her strength back. 

You hoped with all your heart that she was all right. For her, for Charlie.

.

.

.

Hours passed one after another with no sign of Bella. Your driveway was carpeted with people and police cruisers specially brought by Charlie to search for Bella. The entire town was scoured by officers from the early hours of the night, yet there was no trace of the chief's daughter. You decided to join the search taking the opportunity that Sue Clearwater was playing with Cassie - who was awakened by the ruckus of the patrol cars - asking if it was a good idea to search for her in the woods, but Harry refused.

"It's too dangerous, we don't know what might be among the trees. We can't risk losing any more people."

You were about to object his words when Jacob came up to you putting a hand on your shoulder telling you that he was right and that the forest was something not to be taken lightly. So you gave up, deciding to go back inside and refill the coffee pot when Jacob alerted Charlie that someone had found Bella.

A tall man walked in a straight line toward the Brigadiers where Billy and Harry watched him with restrained relief. He had a stocky frame and Bella unconscious in his arms seemed to weigh no more than a feather. His cropped black hair was messy and his lack of a shirt told you that the icy cold of the city didn't affect him at all

You knew him. His face was very familiar yet strange at the same time. You were back in Forks after a few years, but you knew that no one could change that much in that period of time.

Sam Uley was holding Bella and Charlie took her in his arms as he came out of the stupor and relief of having found his daughter. The Brigadiers sighed in unison and Billy thanked them all. You wanted to do something, to approach Charlie, to ask him if he needed help with Bella, but your eyes were caught in Sam’s. 

They were dark, wild, like the forest behind him. You remembered him perfectly. 

Before you left Forks you two were close friends and came to like each other as something more, but your leaving ended that and what you might have been up to that point.

You tried to look away, but then Sam's huge body began to shake, his knees buckled and he fell to the ground resting his hands on the dirt. Harry Clearwater reacted and approached him asking if he was okay.

"Tired" you heard him whisper causing you to shudder. Harry helped him up, whispered something in his ear and after taking one last look at you he disappeared into the woods. Harry walked back towards you.

"I thought the forest was dangerous"

"For us."

"What do you mean?"

Harry looked at you. Then he looked at his wife with Cassie in her arms standing at the doorway . He smiled.

"You'll find out soon, child"

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Truth or Dare - Part II (Camilo x reader)

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Summary: Dolores wedding is just a couple of days away and the others finally convinced her to have a little party before the big day. But alcohol and the game truth or dare are a bad mix...

Everyone is aged up by 4 years, reader being the same age as Camilo and Mirabel.

Pairing(s): Camilo Madrigal x fem!reader

Warnings: Use of alcohol, arguments, insecurity

English is not my first language so please don’t be too harsh...

I'm really enjoying this right now, so there will probably be more parts :)

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Camilo just shrugs. “Fine I’ll bite. Dare.” He answers as you were afraid he would. Isabella’s smile became a grin now and she takes her time to speak again. “Kiss Y/N.” She commands without looking at either of you. “What?” You exclaim a little louder than would have been necessary. “Oh come on.” Isabella answers calmly. “He can change for you. Just take your pick.” “Isabella!” Mirabel tries again to clear the situation but gets immediately cut off by Isabella again. “Don’t stop me. We all agreed on playing this game and Camilo choose dare. So this is my dare. If they don’t like it they can just drink!” “But it’s not even my turn. What is wrong with you?” You argue back. You don’t really get where all this is coming from. Why is Isabella acting like this?

But before you can argue further Camilo gets up from his cushion. His face is unreadable but you know that he is upset anyway. “Don’t worry about it.” He says in a strange monotone voice looking down on you. “I drink.” With that he walks throw the room towards the little table with the drinks and picks up a random bottle. He opens it and takes a big sip without hesitation. For a second he just stands at the table staring into the bottle. Then he turns back towards where the rest of you is sitting. “Guess that’s it for me.” He shrugs. “I think I need some fresh air. Mira, you can have my turn.” Without an other word or look at either of you he leaves his room. The bottle he has just drank from still in his hand.

You can’t help but stare after him. What’s going on today? Camilo can’t possibly be that drunk but this was so not like him. Leaving his sisters party early, drinking alone. And where is he going anyway? The party is in his room after all. Mirabel seems to have similar thoughts. “What is going on with him? He is not going to drink this bottle, is he?” She asks worried. “I better check on him.” Dolores says and tries to get up but Mariano holds her back at her cushion. “I’m not sure what this is about but if I were him I would not want to talk to my sister about this.” He explains. “But…” Dolores starts but you’re quicker. “I go.” You get up and make your way to the door. “Don’t worry. I have this.” You try to calm Dolores giving her shoulder a light squeeze while passing her.

Outside of Camilo’s room you stop and give yourself a minute to breath. You feel a little dizzy from the alcohol and the others strange behavior but you had to find Camilo. God knows what would happen if he really tries to drink that bottle by himself. He had said that he wanted some fresh air so he was probably outside. So you start to move towards the stairs but Casita stops you moving some floorboards in the opposite direction. Taking the hint your gaze follows the movement landing on a door leading to a living area used equally by all the Madrigal. You know that the room has a little balcony. That’s where Camilo must have gone. “Thanks Casita.” You whisper before entering the room.

You don’t pay much attention to the room knowing Casita as good as your own home. Maybe better. The door to the balcony is open so you assume Camilo must be out there. In relive you realize that the bottle he took stands on a little coffee table next to the door. So Camilo is not going to drink it any time soon.

He is leaning on the balcony’s railing staring down at the town. You join him having your upper arm lightly touches his. “What’s wrong?” You ask and follow his example in admiring the view of Encanto from up here. “And don’t say it’s nothing, we both know that’s not true.” He sighs in defeat. “Really it’s just stupid. Don’t worry about it. I’m okay.” But you won’t let go. “Come on. You know you can tell me everything. Or are you just disappointed that I did not want to kiss you?” You tease to lighten the mood a little. He chuckles. “You’re fantasizing again.” He teases back and you hit him lightly with your elbow. For a second everything seams to be normal again but then Camilo’s expression gets more serious.

“Is it true so?” He asks very quiet. Your heart skips a beat. Does he want you to fantasize about him? But then he goes on. “Do people really think about my gift like that? I get that it is useful and entertaining when I pretend to be someone else but this” He pauses turning towards you. “Do people really want me to do that?” You hesitate not really having an answer for him. This weren’t your thoughts at all but you could not say that or he would know that you were actually thinking about him and you really did not want things to get weird between you two.

“Well…” You start because he is staring at you and you have to say something. “I guess.” Your thoughts wander. If there was another person who could change into Camilo you could kiss him without any consequences. You would have the chance to get this thoughts out of your system and Camilo would never even know. So you get the idea. “You can’t always act on your feelings towards someone. But well… I guess it would be nice if you can do so for a second. No consequences and everything.” You make yourself look up into Camilo’s face and you immediately know that you said something wrong. “Having me change so that you could kiss an other person is the most selfish thing I’ve ever heard! I can’t believe you of all people would do that! I thought you were my friend!” “I did not do anything!” You fire back. Your face is heating up. “What is your problem anyway? I never asked you to do anything like that!” “But you thought about it! You’re thought about using me like that! Don’t want to destroy your little fantasy but it would still be me and you made quite clear that you did not want that!” He turns away running one hand throw his hair. “No one ever wants that.” He adds a lot more quiet.

You close your eyes for a second or two and slowly breath in and out. You’re too drunk and tried for that but at least you finally get what this is all about. You should have known. Camilo has always been so insecure about himself and how couldn’t he with a gift like that and people asking him all day to be someone else? But you never participated in that. You never asked Camilo to change for you. And now he thought the worst of you.

“Look at me.” You whisper reaching out to him so that he would turn back towards you. His expression is devastating and you are quite certain that he is barely keeping it together right now. “You know I would never ask you for something like that and everyone who would is just an idiot. Don’t ever think that being you is not enough! How many times do I have to tell you that?” You gently reach out to him and touch his cheek as you always do when the two of you have a conversation like that. “Half the town wants to marry you already. What more do you need to see that?” But he is not convinced. “They don’t want me, just my name.” He response making you roll your eyes. “That’s not true. You turn heads wherever we go even if people don’t know who you are. That is how handsome you are!”

“You think I’m handsome?” He asks. You search for a sigh of mockery in his gaze but he is still serious. So you nod. “I do. Being your best friend does not make me blind, you know.” You want to stop at that but maybe it’s the alcohol or it is Camilo’s face still so full of doubts that keeps you talking. “You have the most amazing hair in all of Encanto.” You go on and while gently tucking some of his curls behind his ear. “I could touch them it all day. It’s just… Well I really like your hair.” What are you doing here? Why is nobody stopping you? But nobody is so you just go on. Moving your hand from his hair back to his cheek. “And your face.” Your voice is barely more than a whisper now but Camilo is close enough to understand. Has he been this close before? “What about my face?” He asks. His voice a littler deeper than usually. Or are you imagining this?

“I would not change a thing about it.” You respond. “I adore your freckles and the way your face lights up when you smile… like the sun.” He chuckles silently about how corny you are but he still does not stop or tease you. “I like your eye, too.” You go on. Not really thinking about what you’re saying anymore. “They do reflect your mood. Do you know that? Getting brighter when you’re happy. When we were younger I thought you were doing this on purpose but it’s still happening when you try to hide your feelings so I guess is just a thing your eyes naturally do. It’s pretty anyway.” By know you just babble out every thought that come to your mind. Not really realizing what you are saying here. You do realize on the other hand that Camilo is even closer now and that he is clearly blushing. If it’s from the alcohol or your words you can not say. Perhaps both.

Your gaze wanders towards his lips and you have already opened your mouth to say something cheesy about them too but you stop yourself in the last moment. You can’t do that. You can’t tell your best friend how soft and perfect his lips look. Is it wrong that you want to kiss him right now?

He notices your hesitation. “Y/N?” He whispers your name like he never did before and you don’t know how to work with this. Your gaze find his eyes again, still unsure what to do with the situation. Now he hesitates, too and for a couple of heartbeats you just stare at each other. Then Camilo finds his voice again. “Y/N, truth or dare?” His voice barely audible. You raise a brow. Is he serious right now? You can’t choose dare. Right now you would properly do every stupid thing he might think of and that would be bad. “Truth.” You answer very quiet and a little smile appliers on Camilo’s face. “Coward.” He states and chuckles a little. “Do you want to kiss me?” Your heart skips a beat and there is nothing you can do but stare at him. Your mouth is suddenly very dry. Why would he do that? Unless? Not even realizing what you’re doing you nod.

Camilo’s smile grows brighter. “Your turn then. Dare me to.” You still just stare at him unable to say anything. Is this really happening? Is he really that drunk? Are you really that drunk? But also knowing that this is a bad idea you go with it anyway. “Kiss me.” You say and even you can barely hear your own voice. Without a moment of hesitation Camilo pulls you close his hands on your hips. The second he closes the gab and you kiss everything else is forgotten. It’s just him and you and his soft and perfect lips on yours.