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neapolitanadonna · 4 years ago

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cottagecore has taken over my life. can i request a scenario where human au England is living in this little cottage in the flower fields and he sees this strange girl in the fields all the time? He just kinda watches her and admires her and stuff and cute soft cottage core things ack I'll leave the creativity to you THANK YOU!!!

Oh you KNOW my cottagecore ass had fun with this one. I genuinely felt soft writing this so I hope everyone feels soft too. I love getting the opportunity to make imperialists look soft, its by far my favorite hobby of this quarantine.

Also this is a bit long, so remember to click keep reading!!

Arthur was a hardworking man in the government who, despite practically signing his life away to it, hated the government. His London flat, aggressive cabbies, black coffee at 5 in the morning, three piece suit everyday life was something that got him far in life, it was a shame that most days, he couldn’t care less about it.

After his grandmother passed, she left him her small brick cottage in Painswick. At first he thought of selling it, not that he needed the extra money, it would just be a shame to leave empty real estate. He didn’t think he would ever spend his days in the little place, but in a time where he tried to manifest nothing but peace, the universe brought him to the cottage.

He spends his weekends there. It isn’t big government buildings and the bustling streets of London, but to him, it’s perfect. If he wasn’t tethered to the responsibilities of being an adult, he would pack up everything he had and move to the cottage. He considered it often, he had nothing left in London for him, anyway. He lived alone in London and in Painswick, but Painswick felt less lonely.

His grandmother's cottage was relatively secluded, far enough from the little village to be truly alone, but close enough if he needed to walk to get anything. However, oddly enough, even if there were no other residences near him, one particular creature always showed up in his backyard.

He wasn’t a fan of judging a woman by her physical traits, but he remembers the first time he laid eyes on her perfectly. It was cinematic, and if it was a film, he would watch it again and again. She wore a baby blue dress with a flower print that fell just above her knees. Her hair was pulled back into braids with two little bows the same color as her dress. He couldn’t quite see the color of her eyes from his window, but they held some sort of power in them even from afar. As she gently walked through the flower fields, she tucked the wildflowers she picked into the weaves of her braids, filling them with Bluebells, Columbine, Daisies, and Cornflowers. She didn’t trip over plants or roots that peeked through the dirt. She seemed to thank the earth each time she picked a flower. As he watched her card through the flowers, spin in the field, then sit under the Crab apple tree up upon the hill, he figured he must’ve been hallucinating. It had been a long week of work, he had gone through so many rough emotions that it was possible she was an angel and he was on the verge of death.

Until she showed up again.

Her visits to his field were almost scheduled, but sporadic all at the same time. She would come, sometimes pick flowers, others leave them alone, but dance among them either way. She would sometimes bring little baskets of peaches and bread for herself, other times she came with nothing but herself. She once got close enough to a deer that it let her pet its head, the same thing happened another time with a rabbit. His grandmother used to tell him stories and lore about Painswick, how faeries disguised themselves as humans to lure them in. He couldn’t help but wonder if his grandmother wasn’t just telling old tales. There was no way this girl was human.

She seemed devoid of any human flaw. She couldn’t have been any older than 20, but even though Arthur was 23, his position aged him five years. She always seemed so happy, so carefree, like nothing in the world could have made her upset. If anyone else came through his property to take his flowers, he would be sure to lecture them, but she was his only exception.

It was a Saturday morning when Arthur woke up feeling less on edge than usual. He was so used to having a migraine that waking up without one felt like a giant weight off his shoulders. The light filtered through the old blinds just perfectly, hitting the old paintings of flowers on the wall. It occurred to him that he did more staring out his window into the fields than he did outside. Maybe today would be the perfect day for him to spend a day out there, no stress, no work, and definitely no migraine.

The sun was still rising as he walked out into the fields. He never noticed it before, but bumble bees danced around every honeysuckle and corn flower. He supposed they would be hard to notice from far away.

He set down his little blanket at the base of the crab apple tree. It made him feel a certain sense of anxiety knowing that this is where the ethereal girl usually spent her time, that he was sitting in her spot despite it being his property. He looked out on the fields, the sun rising behind them, and began to realize why the girl loved it here so much.

He spent a good while like this, staring off into the fields, down at his cottage, the trees and wood that extended beyond the fields. He only stopped daydreaming when he heard humming.

He recognized it as Donovan’s “Sunny Goodge Street” before he processed who the humming could have possibly come from. When his brain finally did process, yes, it had to be none other than the voice of the girl, he felt his heart leap into his throat. She must’ve been coming up from behind, and his best option was to sit absolutely still from the other side of the tree hoping she would walk the other way around and avoid him completely.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to talk to her, but he couldn’t quite admit that he was afraid. She had all the odds of the universe on her side, she might’ve been mother nature herself, and who was he compared to that? Unfortunately, his desires came to a fault. Her humming stopped, and her footsteps got louder. A soft, faint giggle could be heard from behind the tree.

“Hello?” Arthur’s heart leaped to his throat again. Such a sweet voice she had, too. In retrospect, he should've moved, stood up to greet her and introduce himself, but he was frozen. He spent all week talking and negotiating with big government hot shots, yet he couldn’t face a silly girl who spent her days in the flower fields.

“Are you hiding from me?” She giggled again, and then she was next to him, standing above him. He couldn’t help but exhale deeply the moment he saw her. His cheeks were for sure red, such an embarrassing thing for a grown man, he thought. She wore the same blue dress she wore the day he first saw her, her hair let loose and gently curled around her shoulders, instead.

“Are you the funny man who lives down in the cottage there?” She asked, taking an uninvited seat in front of him on his blanket. She smelled like honey, roses, and the morning. She was even more beautiful up close than she was from his bedroom window.

“Lots of questions you have for me. I should be the one asking who you are. This is my property” Arthur replied. The moment he said it, he felt a pang of guilt. He had a hard time talking to somebody without being defensive anymore. The girl didn’t seem to care.

“I’m really sorry.” She smiled, almost solemnly. “I’m __. There was this sweet old lady, Mrs. Kirkland, who lived here quite a bit ago. She was a regular at my nans flower shop in town, she used to invite me over quite a bit to have tea. Before she passed, she told me I could still visit the fields whenever I wanted. It never occurred to me that somebody else would be living here after she…”

“Oh, don’t worry, __.” Was all Arthur could muster up saying. The way her name spilled off his tongue sent a shot of adrenaline up his spine. __. So very fitting.

He found it strange from the start that his grandmother left him her cottage, of all things. Maybe, somehow, this was her funny little way of playing matchmaker for him. The blush rose back to his cheeks.

“I’m Mrs. Kirklands grandson, Arthur. I’m sorry for making accusations.”

“It’s alright.” She smiled. “I’m sure if I saw some strange girl on my property I would be curious, too.”

“How did you know I lived here?” Arthur asked, meeting her bright __ eyes.

“It just feels less lonely when you’re here.” She smiled. “That, and I heard you drop your mug one morning. Your reaction wasn’t all that discreet.”

She giggled, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“Oh, for fucks sake, you mean to tell me you saw that?”

“I promise I’m not a stalker,” her smile seemingly permanent on her face. “Just observant, is all.”

“I wasn’t accusing you of being one.”

“Oh, but I can tell you’ve thought about it.”

Arthur wanted to tell her he didn’t think any malice of her. He wanted to tell her that even if she was stalking him, it was the best intrusion of his privacy he’s ever had. He wanted to grab her little hand that rested upon her knee, but he knew he couldn’t. He’s never felt so intimidated by another person in his life.

Arthur said nothing to her in response, and instead for a moment, __ studied him, then stood up.

“Don’t leave.” He said, suddenly. It wasn’t even his intention, it came out of him on instinct. She looked back down on him and smiled, and shook her head.

“I wasn’t planning on it, darling.” She giggled. “I’ll be right back.”

Arthur watched her as she tumbled down the hill to the fields, the tall grasses and flowers welcoming her like she was a part of them. He finally had the opportunity to sigh, and run a hand through his hair. He couldn’t stop thinking about how his grandmother probably set this whole thing up for him, she was always a clever woman.

__ came back a few minutes later with hands full of flowers. She sat back down in front of him, and carefully broke the stems of the flowers to make them shorter. He wanted to question her process, but instead just watched her. He finally made a noise when his breath hitched as she moved to push some of his hair out of his face.

“You have the most beautiful green eyes I’ve ever seen.” __ marveled, her own eyes gentle as they looked into his.

“I- Thank you.” Arthur held back a stammer. She brushed his hair from his face again, then gently placed a daisy behind his ear.

“Perfect.” She giggled, pushing his hair away from the other side of his face to make room for another daisy.

“You’re ridiculous, woman.” He shook his head, but couldn’t hold back a smile. “Who on god's earth are you?”

She shook her head, and shrugged.

“I’m just trying to enjoy the life I was given. No use in living unless you spend every day the way you want.”

“Do you work?”

“At my nans flower shop, yes. It’s not as much about money as it is enjoying my time with my nan.” She shook her head. “Besides basic bills and the likes, everything I need I make myself.”

“Do you drive?”

“A bike. I never felt the need for a car.”

“Do you have a cellphone?”

“Of course, I like to live naturally, that doesn’t mean I’m a barbarian.”

“I was just wondering.” Arthur chuckled, making the bold move of pushing her hair out of her face. Her eyes fluttered shut and a small smile spread across her face. He grabbed a cornflower and tucked it behind her ear. He felt breath against his arm, there was something so intimate about her breathing. It had barely started to occur to him that this was the girl he’s admired from afar for months.

“Perfect.” He teased, eliciting a giggle from her. His hand still touched against the softness of her cheek, lingering there, but she didn’t seem to mind. She gently reached for his hand, lowering it from her face, and instead threading her fingers in between his. The softness of her skin, the warmth of her smile, the sweet little chime in her voice, everything about her overwhelmed him.

God, he wished he could thank his grandmother for this.

#hetalia #hetalia x reader #APH England #aph england x reader #hetalia headcanons #hetalia scenarios #hetalia imagines #arthur kirkland #england x reader

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limenysnocket · 4 years ago

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In The Dirt. . . Pt. I

Summary: Welccome to the life of a groupie. Booze, sex, drugs and violence follows you wherever you go, and wherever you go is with the band you're following. The Wilderpeople. You expected to be tossed around the group, but one landed his official dominance over you and made you his and no one else's.

Warnings: Immediate smut, swearing, smoking

Request: A bunch of people, but to name one-- @honorarytenenbaum

A/N: I'm actually quite excited to write this one... Don't be alarmed. There is a LOT of fucking in this series. Enjoy.

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Your teeth clenched and you wiggled your hips, pushing his cock deeper into your soaked walls. He pushed against that one tender spot now. Your moans get louder.

"Told you, if you keep moving, it's only going to get worse~," Taika hummed and chuckled deeply, adjusting himself, then continuing to jot down whatever lyrics came to mind, just from the feeling of your tight pussy around him.

"Well, are you almost done? It's been almost an hour, Tai," you groan, burying your face into the crook of his neck.

"Mm... maybe. Got a few more lyrics," He hummed, resting his free hand on your ass, beneath the shirt he let you borrow with his band logo on the front.

"Taika, I need you to fuck me sooner or later~," you begged and moaned softly, adjusting despite what he says.

"I'm sorry. Who's Taika?" He said, tapping the end of his pen against the paper again, humming. You know exactly what he wants you to call him, and he's made you call him it since the first time he pinned you to a wall, got you on your back, spread your legs and pummeled you until your insides were sore.

"Excuse me," You said quietly, the sarcasm hissing on the tip of your tongue. "I meant, daddy~."

The sound of your sultry tone must have driven him haywire, because he quickly shot you a look, bit his lip and scribbled down lyrics so fast, his handwriting turned to chicken scratch real quick. He threw down his notepad and pen, over on his nightstand, then his hand shot to your hips.

"You're a real fucking piece of work, you know that?" He whispered, his eyes glancing down to look at his cock sheathed in your walls, just beneath the t-shirt.

"Well, if that's a bad thing, it's your fault for making me this way," You teased him without a second thought, but you should have kept quiet, because, before you knew it, he was harshly bouncing you up and down, fucking the life out of you.

The room filled with moans of his name, nickname or complete lust driven gibberish. The sound of skin on skin was obvious and it echoed along the walls, like it always did in any hotel room you stayed in with him.

He was in the middle of giving you a rough, deep hickey to replace the old ones, which were fading out and healing with a disgusting yellow tint, when the bedside phone started to yell at the two of you. You whined and Taika put a finger to his lips while he reached for the phone. "Keep going~. I'll make this quick~," He smirked, placing his now free hand on the back of your head and pushing your face into his shoulder to muffle the delicious moans escaping your mouth.

He picked up the phone, then clicked it on speaker, before returning his hands to your hips, just so he could make your hips go at a slower pace so the squeaks of the bed wouldn't blow your cover. The risk actually turned you on.

"What?" Taika huffed to the phone while staring into your eyes and moving you ever so slowly along his glistening cock.

"Sir, your manager is here to see you. He requests that you come to the lobby promptly and immediately," A snobby, male, hotel employee said through the phone. It almost made you want to snort in laughter. Yeah, good luck getting Taika to go anywhere when he's in the middle of a good fuck.

"How about no," Taika snorted back rudely and smirked, your body was trembling beneath his hands and it was driving him half crazy to not just flip you over and start going ham on your soaked cunt.

"Sir, I'm afraid that--," the employee started, but Taika interrupted them again, by grabbing the phone, saying a loud and almost cheery, "Aaaand we're done," then hanging up the phone.

You were still going at the slow pace he ordered you to go at, during the call, but, as it turns out, just that speed had ticked him off enough. You promptly found yourself on your belly, face pressed against the warm sheets and ass up in the air, like a stretching dog. A pair of hands gripped your asscheeks, then yanked you back to where a hot, hard dick filled you up to the brim. You moaned again, and that fueled the fire. Taika wasted no time on thrusting into you and pounding you until you were weak.

Things were just starting to get interesting, but his phone started to buzz on the nightstand. The screen lit up and partially illuminated the room with a white glow. Taika let out a snarl and reached over to pick it up, his pace unwavering.

"What now?" He nearly spat on his phone. His aggressiveness leaked into his thrusts and made you go wild. You would have been screaming for him, if you didn't have your face buried in the sheets.

"Tai food! There you are!" You heard the sound of Taika's upkept agent over the phone and you could almost feel Taika's cringe when he called him 'Tai food.' Taika hated that name with a burning, undying passion. The only person who he lets call him 'Tai' is you. "Look, man, I seriously need you to come down to the lobby right now. We have some serious business to discuss."

"What's wrong with you coming up here?" Taika grunted, continuing to thrust in and out of you like a madman.

"Do you know how much of a mad house it is with all of you in a room at once? I once caught one of you fucking a groupie on the dining table!" His manager complained over the phone, but it made you and Taika snicker through the pleasure.

"I said it to that dickhead worker and I'll say it to you," Taika hissed, his tongue swiping over his teeth once as his thrusts got deeper and slower for a brief moment for the benefit of your pleasure. "I'm not coming down to the lobby."

"Why not? You can't possibly be busy at this time of day!" His manager sighed.

"I'll have you know, that I'm balls deep in my favorite groupie right now and I'm about to make this. Little. Slut--" He paused between each word to give you a rough thrust that slammed the pleasure into your very core and made you scream his name, despite being on the phone, "--cum all over my cock. So, yeah, I am kinda busy actually. And I would like to be left the fuck alone. Buh-bye." Taika took no shit from the complaints he was getting and all the yelling. He simply hung up and tossed his phone down on the bed where it started to buzz consistently, his manager always being the one to call him.

"God, I love this pussy~. Such a tight little pussy~," Taika groaned into your ear almost breathlessly as he fucked away until your walls pulsed around him. He wasn't going to stop until he was satisfied. That's how it always worked, from the very first night. He was a hard man to satisfy, and that's why he always came back to you. He used to have more groupies, but when you came along, they slowly drifted away due to the lack of attention they received and you became his only one. Morning, noon and night, he got you whenever he wanted and took you everywhere. Whereas the other guys who were apart of the band had maybe a whole plethora of fans and about a dozen groupies in their midst, yet it was strange to see the main singer and guitarist, who had thousands of fans across the world, would only have one as his only. There must be something about you, but you just couldn't see it. Not yet, anyway.

He slapped your ass quite a few times and elicited moans from you're precious little mouth, where he had dumped his load so many times and down the throat where it disappeared. "Such a good girl for daddy, aren't you~?" He groaned and another slap marked its place on your ass. "You know, good girls cum for daddy... right now~."

Drool dripped from the corners of your mouth and your eyes rolled back. His delicious six inch continued to press against every sensitive area in you that existed and drove you crazy, to the point where you burst on him. You watched his eyes slide all the way down where his cock was sliding in and out of your hole. Your thighs glistened in the light of the cellphone and your body untensed and quivered. Eventually, you felt his seed paint your walls and start dripping across your folds. His grip on your hips loosened and the two of you were too busy basking in the euphoria of it all to really notice that the phone had stopped buzzing.

Another smack to your ass broke you out of your post-coitus state and you lurched up a little to look back at the man who just made love to you. "Hope that pussy isn't too sore. Might have to go for another ride tonight~," Taika chuckled, this time giving your bum a softer pat, then he plopped down on the bed, right next to you. He never was much of a cuddler after sex, probably because he must have learned early on to never get attached to a groupie.

Funny, because you were already so attached to him, you wouldn't be able to lose him, but, in his perspective, he could easily flick you away like a pesky Junebug and not even have to think twice about it. You didn't like thinking about this much due to the fact that it left a big, fat dent in your heart, when you did. It always ruined the mood for you, so now, you just stuck with whatever came to mind, besides that subject.

You heard the flicker of a lighter and your drowsy eyes looked up to see Taika working on a freshly lit cigarette. Your bum dropped slowly from the air, until you were just laying on your stomach, hugging the pillow as if it were him in your arms just then, and staring up at him, dreamily. The exhaustion was settling in. This was the second fuck of the day, and it was only 2 PM. You couldn't help but wonder if Taika had any more plans for you tonight, or if you were going to spend the night in his room again, or sleep out in the living room in the groupie pileup. Luckily, Taika hasn't made you do that for months and you've had the luxury of sharing a room with him since then, since he claimed that the other groupies were too dirty for his tastes and preferred you stay away from them, as well as the other bandmembers most of the time.

You briefly stirred and grumbled softly as someone knocked on the door. You nuzzled in under the covers and Taika groaned loudly, grabbing a pair of sweatpants off the floor and sliding them on, not caring that he was going commando. His hair was flying, looking like he had blowdried it and never bothered to comb it. It actually didn't look all too bad on him, but then again, there's hardly anything that looks bad on him.

You closed your eyes again as he opened the door and just listened to the conversation.

"Taika! My main man! Pad Tai--" Oh God, it's him.

"Don't call me Pad Tai or Tai food ever again. New ground rules are set and I want that in my contract, otherwise I'm dumping you," Taika put bluntly, leaning against the door to block you away from his manager's prying eyes.

His manager laughed for awhile, thinking it was a joke until he saw Taika's serious expression. You heard him clear his throat and continue on. "I think I got you a little side gig this week, for you and the boys," his manager went on, "you might like it. I heard it's a great place to pick up chicks."

Taika seemed disinterested and you could tell, just by the silence he expressed oh so well. "Fine," Taika breathed and took a drag from his cigarette. "Where's it at?"

"It's just on the other side of town! Real prestigious joint, I gotta tell ya! You and the boys'll have so much fun, and, hey! Maybe you'll expand you're groupie collection, huh?" You could hear the schmucky grin on his face and you knew he was leaning to try and peak at you, but you also knew Taika was constantly getting in the way.

"I'll think about it," Taika huffed, then slammed the door before the screw could say anything else. You turned over on your back and sat up on your elbows to see him running his hand through his curls and smoking the crap out of his cigarette. Once he saw you looking at him, he seemed to perk up and he walked himself right on over to you. He sat down on your side of the bed, just on the edge and caressed your cheek with the hand that wasn't cradling the cigarette between his fingers.

"Think you'll be able to attend the afterparty with me, babe?" He hummed, using the slang term 'afterparty' that just meant drinking with him on the balcony. You grinned and nodded as he took another drag. He grinned too, then leaned in. He parted his lips and soft smile wafted out like fog over a lake, and as he drew closer, it slipped into your mouth.

You had grown addicted to this, suckling on his nicotine flavored lip and you didn't think this was an addiction worth giving up. You didn't even know if this addiction was good or bad either.

#taika waititi x reader #taika waititi #what we do in the shadows #fanfiction #taika waititi imagines #Taika Waititi/You #Taika Waititi X you #Look mom another dirty fanfiction series

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toransuretaa · 6 years ago

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Diabolik Lovers Zero Floor Vol. 1 Drama CD English Translation [Progress 2/6]

Track 1 - Chased away by a thunder storm

*Thunder strikes as running footsteps splatter on the ground*

Ayato: Geez, what a bad timing. To suddenly pour down like this, what a bad joke.

Ayato: Hey, are you alright?

*you nod*

Ayato: If that’s the case, we’re gonna continue running like this.

Ayato: Geez, there doesn’t seem to be any place around here were we could rest. At least make a resting place in the middle of the forest, people.

Ayato: Oh! Let’s take shelter from the rain there. There’s some kind of building at the front right?

*you ask whos house it is*

Ayato: How would I know? It doesn’t matter who’s house it is. Let’s go inside.

*the creaking door closes as your steps echo through the hall*

Ayato: Eeh, I got wet. You too look completely drenched. You can see through your clothes you know.

*you hide yourself in embarasment*

Ayato: Idiot, it was lie. Besides, there’s no reason to hide anything there.

*you pout*

Ayato: Hahaha, dont sulk over it. Though, you’re really gonna catch a cold like that. You need to dry your body.

Ayato: Hey! If someone’s there come out!

Ayato: No answer, and no presence huh. Does no one live here?

*he looks around*

Ayato: Hm? Hey look. Is that a map?

*you walk towards it and Ayato starts to read it out loud*

Ayato: Including the basement, there’s a total of 13 exhibition rooms. Paintings and sculptures.

Ayato: Oh, I was wondering why it’s so big, but this is a museum huh. No wonder no one is here. It probably closed down a long time ago. It’s a wonder that this hidden run-down building hasn’t collapsed yet. Oh well, I guess it’s perfect for sheltering from the rain. And it’s also good for some time killing. Let’s stay here until it stops raining.

*you tell him you guys should return to the castle*

Ayato: Huh? You’re gonna object me even though you’re chichinashi? We’re not returning to the castle. It’s boring there, and even if we sneak out to stroll around no one’s gonna complain. Besides, just because my dad called us, it’s a homecoming with all the siblings you know. Am I a little kid to him? I‘m done with it.

*he takes a step as he continues*

Ayato: Instead, let’s explore inside. There seems to be something interesting, don’t you think? What’s more, we need to do something about your lame appearance. We should be able to find an alternative to a towel or something hanging around somwhere. Even if it’ll probably be covered in dust.

*you tell him off for calling you lame*

Ayato: Hah? Ayato-sama is looking out for you. Stop complaining. It’ll be bad if your body get’s cold. See, your hand is colder than normal. We need to do something to warm you up.

Ayato: Hm? Heh. Ah, so it’s like that. Then you gotta say it clearly...

*he bends over and whispers in your ear*

Ayato: like: “I want to get hot by getting my blood sucked.”

Ayato: I’m fine with that too, since it’ll warm your body up.

*kisses*

Ayato: You got hotter with only this. Hehe. You’re so obvious. I got thirsty from the running, so if you really ask for it, I’ll suck for you.

*you struggle*

Ayato: You know, this is the part where you should honestly hold out your neck. To reject wihout reservation, haven’t you become arrogant since you’ve become mine?

*you continue struggling*

Ayato: Tch. Well, I’ll only let it this slide this once. So, let’s go explore.

*a heavy door opens as you two walk inside*

Ayato: There is a huge number of them. What are these paintings with a person on them called again?

*you answer*

Ayato: Yes. Yes that’s it. Portraits. Wherever I look, there’re only faces. They did a good job at collecting all these huh. Look. They even got that big one hanging. With this number of paintings, you’ll really start to think something is off. What a nasty hobby.

*you grab his sleeve*

Ayato: What? By any chance, are you scared? Ehehe. I feel like I’ll get to see something interesting if I left you alone here. (T/N: idk gizari?)

Ayato: Hey, what would you do if the paintings started to move?

*you tell him not to joke around like that*

Ayato: It’s not a joke! Look behind you, isn’t that man looking at us?

*a thunderstrike catches you off guard, and you desperately cling to Ayato*

Ayato: Whoa, what are you doing, hugging me like that? Of course it’s a lie.

*you step away*

Ayato: Ahaha. You look really dumb. Falling for this kind of thing, how lame.

*you try to hit him*

Ayato: Whoa, if you want to get back at me, see if you can catch me. Well, I suppose that’s impossible for the stupid chichinashi.

*a weird painting catches your eye*

Ayato: Huh? What’s wrong? You’re making a weird face.

*you point towards it, and Ayato goes to take a closer look*

Ayato: Huh? What is this? Doesn’t this portrait... kinda look like me?

*you nod*

Ayato: You think so too?

*he steps next to it*

Ayato: When I line up like this, it looks pretty similar right?

Ayato: But, who is it that drew me without my permission? And they even hung it up in this run-down museum. Right? Don’t you think it’s mean, chichinashi?

*suddenly, you see the painting move*

Ayato: Hm? What’s wrong?

*you point at the painting and tell him it moved*

Ayato: Idiot. What are you saying? There’s no way a painting could move. Are you still taking that joke from earlier serious?

*it moves again and you tell ayato to look*

Ayato: Like I’m saying, there’s no way that something like that��

*he looks back at the painting*

Ayato: ?!

Ayato’s voice: Haha. So you finally noticed huh.

*the paint comes out of the canvas*

Ayato’s voice: Geez, it was so boring inside the canvas.

Ayato: ... It came out...

Ayato 2: What are you making that stupid face for? Coming out or doing whatever, that’s for me to decide.

Ayato: As if! There’s no way a painting can move or come out. And even taking on the same appearance as me. You make me feel super weird.

Ayato 2: Well sorry about that. But what can I do about it. I’m you’re portrait after all.

Ayato: It’s even able to talk normally... What’s going on here?

*you ask him what’s happening*

Ayato: Even if you ask me, I have no clue. Let me tell you, it’s not like I’ve done anything okay? That thing just started moving on its own accord.

*Ayato faces his copy again*

Ayato: I mean, if you’re a painting then stay in your painting! It’s a headache if you come out.

Ayato 2: You’re the one who’s a headache. Entering without even paying the entrance fee.

Ayato: Entrance fee? Heh. There’s nothing in this shabby museum to pay for. There’re only faces wherever you look, there’s nothing interesting at all.

*you call out to him*

Ayato: What? It’s the truth! It’s just looking at damn boring faces, what’s there to enjoy about?

Ayato 2: Tch. What a vexing bastard. Don’t enter if you don’t even undestand art. Well, I guess it can’t be helped if you’re already inside. But, I can’t just let you go back for free. Since you’ve already stepped inside, you’ll have to pay the right price for it. Which is yourself.

Ayato: What?

Ayato 2: So, I’m saying, I’m taking your lives as the entrance fee. Get eaten by this museum.

Ayato: What?

Ayato 2: You’re arrogant so you look distasteful, but that woman looks super delicious.

Ayato: Tch. So you’re a man-eating painting. I don’t know what kind of moster you are, but I know now that you’re a up to no good.

Ayato: Chichinashi. We’re getting out immediately.

Ayato 2: As if I’d let you escape!

*the door through which you came closes shut*

Ayato: ?! The exit!

Ayato 2: You’re for later. Firstly...

*teleports to you*

Ayato 2: I’ll start with this woman.

Ayato 2: Now, you’ll be coming with me.

Ayato: ?! Hold up you bastard!

Ayato 2: As if I’d wait, idiot.

*a door creaks open and the fake ayato pulls you through as he talks to you*

Ayato 2: You too don’t shout. Let’s enjoy ourselves to the fullest. Just the two of us.

T/N: “Koko ni omae wo gizari ni shitara, omoshiroi mon ga mirare sou dana.” I can’t figure out what gizari means. Maybe I’m mishearing it. By all means tell me if you know.

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Track 2 - Aggressive fangs pierce

*Thunder and running footsteps echo through the hallway*

Ayato: Shit. No matter what door I open, they’re all similar floors. No matter where I look, portraits, portraits. Are they ridiculing me?

Ayato: That sadistic bastard, where did he go? Kidnapping her like that, I’ll never forgive him!

*he punches a portrait that then falls on the ground*

Ayato: If something happens to her I will not show any mercy!

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*a punch is heard somewhere else*

Ayato 2: Tch. That bastard, going wild inside. What’s he doing to the valuable exhibitions?

*you struggle*

Ayato 2: You too, till when are you gonna struggle. Do you think you can get away from me?

*you struggle*

Ayato 2: Shut up, you lowly prey.

*you tell him you’re not prey*

Ayato 2: Heh. If you’re not prey then what is this smell? The moment you came in here, there was a strong strange smell spreading around. A very delicious and sweet smell. It’s like asking to please eat me. Now I’m closer I can really tell. The flowing blood under this thin skin, it's special isn't it? I'm looking forward to see what it tastes like.

*you beg him not to take your blood*

Ayato 2: What? My objective isn't just blood. I told you right? I'm taking your life as entrance fee. I'm gonna eat your whole body, without leaving behind the meat and bones.

*you struggle*

Ayato 2: He~ You're making a nice expression. The face of despair, I can't get enough of it. I planned to eat you immediately, but I changed my mind. It's boring to just finish my meal quickly, so let's enjoy this a little.

*he steps closer*

Ayato 2: As you wish, I'll suck your blood.

*you protest*

Ayato 2: It's like a little taste testing before eating. Feel honoured, you'll be able to feel ore-sama's fangs.

*you struggle to get away*

Ayato 2: Is that supposed to be a protest? It only seems to me that you're looking forward to it. Sure, struggle as much as you like. But...

*he steps closer to close the gap again*

Ayato 2: If I’ll be rough with my fangs, it won’t be my problem.

*he bites and sucks your blood*

Ayato 2: What is this? It’s super delicious. You, you’re not some ordinary human, are you? I won’t let you go until I’ve sucked you dry.

*you struggle*

Ayato 2: Tch. You’re still gonna resist? Even though you’re never gonna win from me.

*he pins you down*

Ayato 2: See, try to run away now. If you can do that while being pinned down that is.

*you try to get out of his grip*

Ayato 2: Hehe. What are you wriggling around for? Are you inviting me?

*he whispers into your left ear*

Ayato 2: Now you understand, right? You can’t run away. You have no choice but to be devoured by me.

Ayato 2: ?! The smell changed? Perhaps, are you feeling good by being driven into a corner? Ha. To feel this, are you a masochist? So you’ve been trained by that vampire. Well, that’s what I thought first, but it’s probably always been a trait of yours. See? Just by licking your throat...

*he licks you*

Ayato 2: Hehe. You’re too sensitive. Interesting. What will happen if I touch other places?

*you tell him to stop*

Ayato 2: Don’t tell me to stop. I’m telling you I will play with you. Stay still.

Ayato 2: I get it. I just have to immobilise you. Hey, face this way.

*he kisses you*

Ayato 2: Ah. Well, I’m sorry that my kiss tastes like paint. I’m a portrait after all. Even so, I’m not an ordinary paint. The accumulation of magic inside the canvas, my body is made out if magic. A part of that flowed into you. Do you know what will happen?

*you start to lose control of you body*

Ayato 2: Ah, so it’s already spread throughout your body. You’re restraint now and can’t move right? With my power, I’ve gotten control of your body from the inside. You like this kind of stuff right? I’ll make it so your mouth can move so tell me: “Getting the freedom of my body stolen by force makes me happy”.

*you refuse and stay silent*

Ayato 2: Tch. What are you keeping silent for? Do you even understand the situation you’re in? Because I didn’t receive a proper entrance fee, you’re now exposing your neck, you know. Ah. I guess your neck isn’t enough. Show me the other easy places to bite.

*he moves some of your clothes out of the way*

Ayato 2: A nice voice finally came out. But it only has an opposite effect. Prey that scream only makes me want to take my time to torture them more. See? You look great.

*he comes closer*

Ayato 2: While you act like you dislike it, the sweet smell has grown stronger. It seems intoxicating. Now, where shall I sink my fangs in? Your lower side or so may be nice. If I penetrate you really deeply it’ll be very painful. I won’t show mercy to some prey.

*he kisses your skin*

Ayato 2: Hehe. What are you getting scared for? Did you think you would suddenly get bitten? As if I’d do something so wasteful. Such an inviting person is really rare, so I’ll take my time to dote on you.

*you glare at him*

Ayato 2: Even if you glare at me like that, I’m telling you it’s useless. Your whole body has become sensitive right? Just by tracing your arm like this, you start to shiver. As you start to get scared, your expression has become nice. What’s more, despite being scared, you’re feeling it. What a woman. You’ve become impatient by now right? Try saying: “Please suck my blood”.

*you refuse*

Ayato 2: What a conceited one. It seems like you don’t understand your place as a prey. If you want get treated meanly that badly, I’ll be stricter. I’ll let you fully enjoy the taste of my fangs.

*he bites you and sucks your blood*

Ayato 2: Drinking blood like this is good too huh. Let’s see how much you’ll cry out.

*he bites you again as you struggle*

Ayato 2: That’s right. Be more afraid. Entertain me. When I’m bored with playing with you I’ll eat your whole body.

*a loud bang went through the room as glass shattered to the floor*

Ayato: *panting heavily* Finally... found you! You sadistic bastard!

*Ayato throws a big piece of glass at the fake Ayato*

Ayato 2: Argh!

*Ayato lunges forward to attack the paint Ayato and they start to fight*

Ayato 2: You bastard, how dare you do that! You’ve destroyed the exhibition!

Ayato: Heh. The one who left it randomly in the corridor is at fault.

*Ayato turns to you*

Ayato: Chichinashi, you’re alive right?

*you were barely able to give a response*

Ayato: Geez, don’t give me trouble like that. Hurry up and wake up.

*you can’t move*

Ayato: Shit. Then stay put.

*he picks you up*

Ayato: I’m gonna carry you like this and run!

*Ayato runs away with you*

Ayato 2: That bastard, like I’d let you escape!

*the fake Ayato teleports*

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