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niniluvsainz · 6 months ago

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the alchemy ☽ gr63

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in which... she turned him into gold, the most prized possession of hers that he will never let go.

george russell x fem!reader

warnings... cursing

faceclaim... emilia mernes

author’s note… my first ttpd fic!! i’ve rushed through this for sure, but i just wanted to get something out! there will absolutely be more to come in the near future!

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user MOTHER IS BACK

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yourusername BARCELONA! un honor cantar para ustedes! demasiadas gracias por venir, las vibras, el amor, todo se sintio! gracias por darle la bienvenida nuevamente al tour, nos vemos en la proxima parada! (such an honor to sing for you all! thank you all so much for showing up, the vibes, the love, everything was felt tonight! thank you for welcoming the tour once again, we will see each other at the next stop!)

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f1gossipgirl success!! y/n l/n's .mp3 tour kicked off again in barcelona, the show being attended by maximum capacity! as predicted before, a few of the f1 drivers attended their friend's concert! george russell was there supporting his girlfriend, as well as alex albon and lily muni he. later on, fans noticed drivers carlos sainz, lando norris, pierre gasly, esteban ocon, fernando alonso, and charles leclerc. the other wags who attended were rebecca donaldson, francisca gomes, flavy barla, and alexandra saint mleux. fc barcelona players pablo gavi, joao felix, pedro gonzalez were also seen at the concert.

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vqrtualheartss · 1 year ago

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"𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖" — 𝑬42 𝑴𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

ᴅ☆ᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴀʏ|

Do not question why the time is going so fast part two

Yes, your friends are low-key bimbos but they book n street smart

Y'all I'm so happy that my page is growing 🥹 I love y'all fr

—Warnings: I have never been outside this country so I am NOT familiar with Brooklyn slang., Use of N word —hence why the title says it's for black readers

��𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓭𝓾𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 | Throughout Brooklyn Visions you were known as 'antisocial' —always wearing a mask even after the end of COVID, never at a party or a school function, 'dead socials', and the one that seals the deal: never seen with a boy.— Truth is you weren't even like that, up in that school the way everyone thinks is basically copied and pasted and not in a good way. It wouldn't take much to be viewed differently and not being too interested in interacting with almost anybody, you just kept to yourself. And no, this isn't some typical white highschool movie where you're bullied and apart of some loser, nerd squad, if anything it was far from that. Y'know those pretty, melanin-queen it-girls? Yeah, that's your crew, don't get it twisted though, you weren't some 'accessory friend' used by them —you we're just as pretty if not more— but you've seen how guys treat pretty girls in comparison to those "average" and who would want to be with someone like that? Definitely not you

It was the day before the mid-term break and your friends —Shadae, Nia, Kiara and Lailah— were nowhere to be found. Coming to the conclusion that they were at a party being held for whatever reason an exasperated sigh left your body closing your locker. "So that's really what they doing now? It's their lives soo if they don't care why should I?"

The sun's rays barely illuminated the hallway being hid behind clouds, playing into the gloomy theme. Walking through the large, empty spaces, head held straight going to your third/fifth class, you noticed someone staring at you through your peripheral vision—Miles Morales. A little introduction on him, he was apart of a group basically the male version of yours, minus you. Girls gushed at him, sliding notes into his locker and stuff, typical party animal, you heard through rumours that he hooks up with a new girl every other week. One would think it's false news cause that sounds absolutely atrocious but they came prepared with receipts ―But even those could be made up― and to no surprise, there were girls wanting to be one of his bi-weekly flings. Come to say though, it was a little weird how his gaze situated on you as you walked but you decided to brush it off as nothing. There's no way you could see yourself interacting with him. Ever.

In class

Since it was the last day so far all teachers gave a free period. As usual, you remained silent scrolling through whatever the media had to offer, even though having admitted that it was a boring ritual, you refrained to do otherwise. Time passed and the bell rung with you not wasting a second getting out the door, stuff already packed.

Moving along the steps going down to the next classroom, the deafening screech of the intercom went off as the minority of students covered their ears including yourself waiting for it to end, seeing a person take down their hands, everyone did too before the announcement went off.

"Attention students and staff: In light of the reduced teaching activities and productive learning for the day, we have made the decision to conclude school early. We believe that providing you with this extra time will allow you to enjoy a well-deserved break. Make the most of this unexpected opportunity and enjoy your extended free time!"

The halls erupted with cheers, laughter and talking as people made their way outside the school, although intending to head straight home, a few necessary stops to some stores had to be made before doing so. Heading out, you opened the phone still in your hand to make a list of things that came up to mind

Braiding hair

Gummy Wax

Bonnet

More coconut watrdf

"The fuck?" The words slipped from my mouth under a whisper at the sudden jolt of my body -can't even write a list in this school-, looking back I saw someone holding onto my arm, stopping me from going outside. It was Miles, -what could he ever want from me?- my eyebrow lifted, "hm?" "Sorry, I just wanted to talk to you" he released his hand off my body, leaning on a locker with his bag hanging off his shoulder "Um okay, about what?" I crossed my arms, noticing his eyes widened slightly before returning to their natural, slightly seductive state. "You actually talk?" "Nope" Trying to escape, he caught onto my hand, our eyes piercing into the others before he added "Alright that one was my fault, but I just wanted to ask if you're doing alright"

I glanced over his shoulder, searching for his friends, a camera, or any signs of people giggling, this had to be some sort of prank. Finding nothing, I gave in -one conversation can't hurt right?- "Yea I am, why do you ask?" "I didn't see your friends- wait" he tilted his head towards the door, hinting for us to go outside "You ain't tryna be seen with me or you good right here? " I looked around the room, dragging a hand down my face acknowledging the little clusters of people staring. Facing him again, I nodded and together we made our way out.

"So where we going first? Am I getting punk'd? I saw the lil' list you had" Rubbing his palms together, he anticipated my response as we crossed the road. Using my hand as a sun blocker, I squinted before answering

"You're very nosy and I will be-" "We" I stood taking a good look at the boy, blinking slowly. Realizing that he didn't plan on going anywhere else I caved in, "We will be going to the hair supply store first" he smiled at my renewed sentence.

"His dimples are cute- " "Nah shut the fuck up actually." "But he is though"

Shaking away the thoughts going back and forth with themselves, I focused my attention back to Miles who was already looking at me. To be fair, I was still skeptical of the sudden interactions and wanting to waste no one's time, I went straight toward my point. "What do you want? If you want something with one of my friends I can give it to you y'know" I kid you not when I say that this boy burst out laughing.

He held a hand at his chest before we stopped walking "That's what you think of me f'real?" I shrugged replying "That's what I think of most of them" I made a popping noise with my mouth, his hands digging deeper into the jacket's pockets. A playful smirk dancing on his face as he bit his lip, he was fine and I'm sure he knew it― Girl, no

Still standing, I continued. "Word in the street says that you copping a new chick every two weeks" he narrowed his eyes as I loosened my bag straps. "I be in the streets everyday and I never heard that" crossing his arms, he sent me a jest-filled glare before continuing " and how YOU hearing what's going on in these streets Miss Mysterious?" He pointed at me in the middle of his sentence to which I scratched my neck nervously with my index finger, avoiding any eye contact. Finishing his sentence he urged for my response with a "huh?" before looking down at me with half closed eyes, still chewing on his bottom lip

Counting on my fingers, I started to explain myself "Okay one, I don't gossip but the friends I hang around do and I have working ears, so what? And number two, I have a name sir" "Are you going to tell me it?" "It's (y/n)" "Well, (y/n) to answer your first question. Your crew? Nah, they okay but you though, you caught my eye. And I ain't trying to serve up that 'you're unique' cliché but real shit, that's what got me wanting to talk with you" "Okay I'm sure I'm not that interesting" my hands now rested on the curve of my hips, blankly looking at Miles who couldn't seem to take his eyes off of me. "Let me be the judge of that, tell me more about you"

I shook my head as I went to approach the other side of the pole he was on, worst mistake . He yanked me by my bag, dragging me over to his side as he stared at me with wide eyes "we don't do that shit around here" he extended his hand , pointing to the path infront him.

I looked back at him in disbelief, my eyes and eyebrows being the only features to express my astonishment, looking at my half expression, he laughed. "My bad, just please use your sense next time" "You talk too much, we need to get going" he raised his hands in defense "Alright ma'am" I rubbed my temple smiling underneath my mask, my lips making some type of imprint beneath it

Walking there was pretty interesting, getting bombarded with questions about myself and not about my friends. It was the first time I'd actually had a conversation with someone outside my circle, and you know what? It wasn't half bad. I found myself laughing and smiling at something that wasn't some dumb cat falling and it was quite nice.

Approaching the door and opening it, I joked "Ladies first" "Oh so you got jokes now? Guess I'm rubbing off on you" Rolling my eyes whilst walking inside, he wiped away an imaginary tear entering the store behind me. Taking a quick stroll through the aisles I saw Miles taking up some stuff too —some combs, wax, and a durag—

Shopping didn't go so smooth for me though, being stuck between three colours to choose from —1B, 30 and 350—."What's up?" Standing clueless, Miles came over to my area, positioning himself beside me, waiting for me to say something. Raising my hands with the braiding hair before slapping them on my thighs lightly, I complained "I can't choose" Taking the hair from my hands he started to put each one beside my head before speaking "You'd look like a doll in this one, go for it"

While he returned the hair back to their original positions except the one he picked —which was colour 30— I raised my eyebrows, internally questioning his choice of words before speaking up "you have such a smooth mouth don't you?" Crossing my hands as I gave him a mild, sidelong glance traced with amusement that turned into confusion when he placed his hand atop his head, biting his lip. "I woke up Chris Breezy, oh my God I'm the man" Mouth agape, I dragged a hand over my mask to stifle the laughter "Alright cool cool I get it, you spit lyrics like that. Get up" "shoulda known it's been that way, now let's go. We have more stuff to buy" He took two more packs of hair before we walked over to the cashier — the place where I had to find out how stubborn this boy is—

"Let me pay for it" "No, it's my stuff. I'm more than fine paying"

The cashier cleared her throat, annoyed at our 5-minute long bickering

"Oh sorry, here-" I shuffled inside my bag for my purse, completely oblivious to whatever Miles was doing "Here" "Thank you" I looked up hearing the cashier's words, completely shocked that Miles Morales, a 17 year old just handed the woman a black card. It must be nice.

Bagging the items he turned to face me, "See, I told you I'll pay" "Here, I'll pay you-" "No, think of it as.. a us becoming friends gift, plus we have more things to buy so save up"

Stretching my mouth underneath my nose I teased "Who said we're friends" he deadpanned while handing me my own bag with items "Don't play with me. I know your favourite colours, music, food, and more. I'm real friend material" I laughed at his reaction, not to mention his remix on the "real wifey material" part.

But he was right though, we had more places to be, taking out my phone to check the updated list we comprised together, glancing at the time, I cursed 4:48 PM. "Shit um, I really have to go home. Bye, and thank you" my words dragged themselves louder as I ran down the road waving at him frantically.

You hurried along your usual route back home, "Why the rush?" Well, the aim was to snag a 5 PM package. It might sound like a flimsy excuse to part ways with Miles knowing that girls would kill you in the armor of envy for him, but the package would be returned to facility if not claimed and who wants to wait months again? He'd understand. After securing the package you went home, fortunately enough it started to rain, the pattering of the droplets masking the sound of your attempts sneaking into your room to avoid any confrontation from your parents.

Usually when it rained you found the atmosphere peaceful— having been in a night gown with your bonnet on— but this time, it felt different. For some unknown reason you couldn't shake Miles off your mind—the sensual energy that radiated from him, his seductive stare he always wore or the husky laughs that echoed between you two— Everything about him was alluring, slowly drawing you in and you did not like it.

Miles, on the other hand didn't suppress his feelings, having to physically wipe the smiles and cut the laughter he created each time he thought about you. Ironic enough, he hadn't a clue what it was about you that had him this way. Shit, he doesn't even know how you look. He was sure of however, what it would take to even have a chance at holding your hand given the rumours that you've heard about him, but he was hell-bent on giving it a try.

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lizzy-theshyone · 1 year ago

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The Fake King's Desire

a/n: Before I put this little piece of smut here, a few words. This is set after the events of the Beelzebub Bloodshed card so it might contain spoilers and it is written out of my MC's perspective (Please feel free to read it out of your perspective and your traits! Plus I do think there must be some sort of consequences for MC giving someone the Kiss of Life (I made sure that the story of the card said 'Kiss of Life' so I read it again because I wasn't sure anymore!) And now Lailah feels a little drained in this one. So please enjoy! <3

summary: After hooking up with Avisos's Wandering King, who was close to death, ended in a heartbreak for Lailah , she is still taken care of in Avisos since she still suffers the cosequences of the kiss of life, but with Bael's help, everything will be alright.

cw: Olfactophilia, oral sex, pussy eating, kind of self-destructive behaviour

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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

It has been a few days since Lailah gave Beelzebub the Kiss of Life as an attempt to save him. She didn’t mind the kiss itself, only the price she paid for that. After Amon escorted her away from the graveyard back to the festival, she collapsed on the way there. Only to wake up, feeling drained, in the same room she got ready for the said festival. Since then she didn’t want to talk to anyone. Nobody was allowed in the room. Not Stolas, not Naberius and not even Amon even though she was ready to adopt him. The young woman wanted to deal with that alone. Not only with her energy drained but with her broken heart as well.

She didn’t know when she fell for the Devil King of Gluttony but he was charming, mysterious, good in bed and had an unbelievable nice scent. But after Halloween she knew, she could never be with him, simply because he didn’t want her to be in danger because of him.

Lailah checked her phone once again for any messages of Beelzebub only to be disappointed and even more heartbroken than before.

“I would have been surprised if he contacted you. Beel barely even contacts me…” it was Bael who spoke to her, walking over to the bed and sat down on it, observing the human on the bed, but Lailah huffed and turned away.

“I said, I want to be alone, Bael… I don’t want company…” Her voice was a little bit shaky as she was about to cry again. She didn’t want to admit, that she checked for a message from Beelzebub. When she felt the tears roll down her cheeks, the purple haired woman laid on her stomach and cried into the pillow. Why did Beelzebub tell her, that he loved her when he couldn’t be with her? That was plain wrong!

When he heard Lailah sob, Bael’s heart dropped to his stomach. The devil knew how much she loved his best friend, since she always asked him for advice, but with each sob, he grew more and more angry with Beelzebub. He was his King and his best friend but treating the Daughter of Solomon like that was anything but right. Bael held himself back when it came to Lailah, because she was something Beelzebub liked. He always put Beel first but in that moment he regretted it deeply, especially when he saw the girl cry like this.

“Lailah…” Bael addressed her and took a deep breath before continuing “Let… Let me help you feel better… I know I’m not Beel but I want to help you…” He looked at her and waited for a reaction. He sighed, turned away and wanted to get up when he felt Lailah move around.

“How?” her voice was hoarse and shaky, like that of a child who got lost and can’t find their parents. The fake king looked right into those red puffy eyes with their mismatched colors that were usually covered by contact lenses and frowned: “I… want to give you the Devil Energy. It will help you dealing with the consequences you’re facing because of the Kiss of Life. Like I mentioned before, I know I’m not Beel, but I want to try it at least, if you’re fi-“

Lailah cut him off with a heated kiss. She wanted to be with Beelzebub, yes, but in the current state she was in, she would do anything to make her feel better, even if it meant to fuck his best friend. She cupped Bael’s face with her hands and pulled him closer, shivers ran down her spine as she felt his gloved hands on her exposed waist. With every passing second, the kiss got more and more heated. When Bael broke away from the kiss, the purple haired woman let out a needy whine but when he kissed her again, she noticed that he had removed his sunglasses and his crown, she moaned softly into the heated kiss which allowed the blonde to slip his tongue into her mouth, letting it dance with hers. Her eyes rolled back at that, making her grab his hair to pull on it lightly and by that she got a groan out of the devil she was making out with. His hands on her waist kept her where he wants the girl to be, so he pulled her closer to himself which Lailah didn’t mind at all, letting him do it.

“I am fine with it… You gave me the Devil Energy once. I’ll be grateful if you do it again, Bael…” Lailah whispered against his lips when she broke away, before capturing them in another kiss. She tugged on his clothes, wanting him to take them off. And he did that, he took off the coat hanging from his shoulders and sliding the vest off afterwards, but for Lailah it was not enough. The young woman tried to remove the tight black bodysuit he was wearing and he gladly helped her doing so. After that Bael started to leave a trail of kisses along her jawline down to her neck.

“Fuck… you smell so good.” Bael mumbled as he kissed her neck and took in her scent. Lailah felt the replacement king’s breath fanning against her skin as she tried to pull the bodysuit down, but it seemed like the blonde had different plans. As she continued to pull down the bodysuit, Bael pulled away from her and took her shirt off. He looked at her stomach, the words ‘Beel’s Property’ were written on her stomach. She noticed that Bael shook his head as he continued to undress the Descendant of Solomon, revealing her body to him. The prominent blush on his face didn’t go unnoticed by her either.

“Enjoying what you see, Bael?” she asked him, looking him straight in the eyes with her lust clouded ones. Lailah knew exactly how to get him riled up as she lifted her legs so that he had access to the area he desired the most: the back of her knees. She noticed how he tried to hold himself back, to restrain himself from giving in to his desire, but Bael was weak. She yelped when she felt his tongue against the back of her left knee. She shuddered due to the unfamiliar yet known feeling of his tongue on her skin. Closing her eyes, she let herself fall, enjoying the unusual sexual encounter with Bael. The devil looked at her with desire in his eyes while he licked up the sweat from that area.

“You did that on purpose… for fucks sake…” the replacement king mumbled between kisses as he went up her thigh to her private parts. Lailah was all he had on his mind. The closer he got to her dripping wetness, the harder it got for him to control himself. The scent from her wet entrance drove him wild, drool was pooling underneath his tongue before he decided to let his tongue attack her folds, causing Lailah to moan out loudly and to grab the sheets underneath her. The Daughter of Solomon cursed underneath her breath as she felt nothing but pleasure, indulging herself in this bittersweet, yet immorally desire. Without any shame, the purple haired female vocalized clearly how good Bael made her feel. She couldn’t care less about other people hearing her, she just wanted to feel better after her heart got broken. She knew it was unfair towards Bael, but then again, did he care? Did he care, that she only did this to feel better? Then again it was his idea, he offered this to her.

Lailah looked at the devil who was busy licking up the wetness of her pussy, only to find him staring at her, as he probably tried to read her reactions.

“Sh-shit… Bael! D-don’t stop!”, she demanded and grabbed his hair while she threw her head back into the pillow. The sound of approval the devil made while having his tongue on her clit, got a moan out of her. Her lewd sounds drove him wild and the sweet scent of her arousal fogged his mind. Bael was determined to make her cum, he wanted to taste her juices on his tongue. He let his tongue dance over that sensitive bundle of nerves over and over again, teasing her while he looked at her, watching her facial expression twist with pleasure. Additional to his tongue on her clit, the blonde devil decided to take off his gloves and pushed two fingers inside of Lailah’s dripping wet pussy, eliciting a moan out of her. He concentrated on pleasuring her, he wanted to make her to feel good, he wanted to make her forget the pain in her heart.

With a steady rhythm he pumped his fingers in and out of Lailah, while he licked and sucked on the little bundle of nerves which was already swollen from the female’s arousal.

“I’m close. Fuck, s-so good~!”, Lailah moaned out, her head tossing and turning, which tangled up her hair, making it a mess. She pushed her hips closer to his face to signal him that she wanted more, that she was ready for her climax but it seemed like he tried to delay her sweet release. A needy whine escaped her as she noticed that Bael slowed down instead of keeping the pace and it frustrated her.

“Bael, stop playing and let me cum. Please!”, she said and whimpered, her legs started to shake but it seemed like the devil eating her out had no intentions of listening and kept on slowing down, his eyes still locked on the girl. Her whimpers and moans made him hum amused. To Lailah it felt like her neediness was entertaining to him. As she let out a frustrated sigh, Bael returned to his original pace which caused the purple haired to moan again.

It took a few moments before Lailah got used to the pace again, the devil’s tongue felt good on her. A strange feeling built up in her abdomen, indicating that she could climax any time. She looked at Bael who was still looking at her face from between her thighs. The Descendant of Solomon locked eyes with the Fake King of Avisos before she threw her head back again and arched her back. A lustful scream filled the room and she pushed his head further against her private parts. The scent made Bael’s eyes roll back and got a growl out of him. He crawled up again, capturing her lips in another heated kiss. Lailah whimpered as she tasted herself on his tongue.

“I hope you like your taste as much as I do… Because to me you taste so insanely good, Lailah. Your taste, your scent… It’s all so fucking intoxicating.” Bael whispered against her lips, licking her bottom lip and chuckled. His hand moved between her legs, before he sat up and licked her juices from the fingers he had inside of her warm core. Lailah looked at him in awe when he did that, noticing how slowly he savored the taste of her and looked so incredibly hot while doing so. Her face felt hot just from watching the devil like this. It turned her on. The way he treated her differently depending on where they were. The gentlemanly behavior when they were in public had her on her knees, but him teasing her behind closed doors like that, messing with her, made her feel different. It made her feel desired and wanted, feelings she was yearning for.

“I do like the taste of myself, especially when I taste myself on someone else’s tongue.” She said in a very teasing manner, smirking at him while she was trying to catch her breath. Her cheeks felt hot and they were probably bright red but she was still mesmerized by the sight of the devil sitting between her legs, licking her juices off of his fingers. She stared at Bael’s lips, as she noticed them glistening as they were covered in a mixture of her juices and his saliva. The fact alone got her even more hot and excited.

Her legs were still shaking from the high and Bael noticed, which caused him to smirk “I see your legs are still trembling, I wonder if they tremble even more, once I am done fucking you, Lailah. I want to make you scream my name, make you drag your nails along my bare back, make you forget the pain you’re in and make you feel better.” He crawled up to her so he could have a better look on her face he put a hand on her cheek, wiping a stray tear away before he kissed her again.

“Don’t worry… I’ll be gentle, like the last time…” Bael whispered softly against her lips as he lined up with the human woman’s warm and wet entrance. He stared into Lailah’s mismatched eyes before he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and pushed himself into her slowly. He felt her tense up a little so he gently stroke her hair, trying to soothe her.

“I forgot how good you feel…” The Daughter of Solomon whispered as she tried to relax, taking deep breaths. The purple haired female looked at him with an apologetic smile but her eyes were still clouded with desire and lust. But the Replacement King of Avisos just shook his head, still stroking her hair.

“Don’t worry about it…I’ll make sure you’ll remember and show you once again how much I actually desire you, even though I know that I can’t have you…” Bael whispered in her ear and started to move his hips slowly to find a rhythm that would give them both a lot of pleasure. He wanted to make sure that the female underneath him felt good. His yellowish golden eyes locked on her blue and gold ones as he found a rhythm that elicited a moan out of her. Nothing on her face went by unnoticed by him, not even the small o-shape she made with her mouth. The blonde devil loved watching her face when he did this with her, almost as much as he loved to smell her.

“Bael…” Lailah whispered the name of the devil who was slowly and sensually fucking her as she wrapped her arms around his torso, her nails digging into his back as she let out another moan, loud enough for people outside of the room to hear her. She felt good, amazing even, knowing she was desired and loved. She looked at him, noticing how some of his blonde strands stuck to his forehead, but when he rocked his hips forward again, another lewd sound escaped the young woman before she threw her head back. He was gentle with her, but that didn’t mean he would go easy on her.

Bael continued to move his hips in a steady rhythm and pace, grinning to himself as watched her getting lost in the moment. He decided to leave little kisses and bites all over her neck, careful enough to not leave any marks that could give away what happened between them, even though he was well aware that people were able to hear the lewd sounds of the female beneath him.

“You’re so responsive to everything. Are you really enjoying yourself this much, Lailah?” He whispered in her ear, his voice down low, sending shivers down her spine and getting another soft moan out of her. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, together with their moans and grunts as the devil keeps pleasuring them both. He could feel the young woman’s nails dig into his back as he hit a certain spot that made her scream, so he focused on that spot, knowing it drove her wild.

“Don’t stop. It feels so good, Bael. Please don’t stop.” Lailah begged, not caring if anyone heard her. She looked up at him, lust clouding her eyes and mind which made thinking straight nearly impossible. All on her mind was Bael making her feel good. It made her toes curl, her nails dug into his back as she moaned and screamed at the way she felt Bael’s length move in and out of her, hitting that certain spot. The Daughter of Solomon knew that she was close but there was something missing.

Her train of thoughts was interrupted as she felt the blonde’s fingers stimulating her clit in addition to him hitting the right spot inside of her. She tossed and turned her head, screaming as her mind went blank as she reached her orgasm, which was followed by Bael’s as well, feeling his hot load filling her up.

“Fuck… that was… amazing…” Lailah whispered breathlessly, trying to catch her breath, as Bael laid down with his head on her chest, coming down from his own high. She reached up and started to play with a few strands of his hair.

“Thank you… For giving me Devil’s Energy again…” The young woman whispered again, still playing with the male’s hair, earning herself a soft and content hum. He seemed to be pretty exhausted but she couldn’t blame him, he gave it his all to help her deal with what she was going through.

“Don’t mention it… I did it because I wanted to. And because I know it would help you getting better again…” Bael replied as he moved to lay down beside her, pulling her closer to him and kissed her forehead. He looked at her with a tired but happy expression, feeling content with the way she was laying next to him. But when he realized what he had to face after all of this, his smile disappeared and he simply pulled her closer, resting his head on top of hers.

“Are you worried about Beel?” Lailah asked with a yawn, her eyes almost falling shut as she felt the devil kiss her forehead once again before he shook his head.

“No, I know how to deal with him. It’s just that it’s gonna be harder this time because it is about you. And you’re the one he desires the most, which is why I can’t have you.” Bael explained and looked at her, noticing that she fell asleep in his arms. He looked at her for a few more moments before he chuckled softly, brushing a few hair strands behind her ear.

“I love you, Lailah…” he whispered, before he fell asleep as well.

#what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad?#whb #whb beelzebub #whb mc #whb beelzebub x mc #whb bael #whb bael x mc #oh boy don't let this flop #whb fanfic

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Chapter Ten - Recruit

Marina

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“Astro!” I yell from across the arena.

I looked around to try to see if I could find him among all of the other soldiers training.

“Yeah?” I hear from the distance I try to spot him on top of all the heads and in the far back of the arena I see the beautiful locs of my Astro.

I go over quickly to see him training with Jace.

“Hey Marina,” Jace says as he holds up training gloves while Astro punches them.

“Hey Jace how's it going?”

“Ah you know can’t complain much” he moves the gloves around to challenge Astro.

“You need to send your good wishes Marina, Brandy gave him the thumbs up to move into an active battlefield,” Astro says struggling to breathe.

“Is that true?” I turn my body towards Jace.

“Yep this should be my last couple of days here before I have to go”

I know that the whole point of the Y.K.C is to train people into going to active battlefields but something about Jace leaving leaves me wondering. For the first time whilst being here someone I know is now leaving, with no guarantee of their return. I should be happy for him because he has worked hard to be where he is and although I'm sad for him to leave I know that this is what he truly wants to do, it's all anyone here wants to do.

“That's great Jace I'm happy for you,” I hide my sadness behind a smile.

“Thank you,” he said smiling but his eyebrows were down I could tell he was nervous. It was weird to see Jace nervous.

“So what’s up Marina?” Astro says while grabbing a towel to wipe his forehead

“Oh,” I had almost forgotten why I was here “Could you come with me to get boom berries?”

“Hm…No” he says after a bit of thinking

“Why not?” I whine

“Because I don’t want to go boom, those things are dangerous” he chuckles under his breath and takes a sip out of his water bottle.

“But it’s for pie!” I make my eyes big and smile to convince him to go with me

“It’s for pie?” He asks confused

“It’s for pie,” I confirm while fluttering my eyelashes

“Okay, I’m in!” Astro says while he grabs his bag and ruffles his hair to fluff it up. ”Jace, could you cover for me while I go get some boom berries for pie?”

“She has her hooks in you huh?” Jace said jokingly

“I do” I poke Astro to annoy him and he waves my hand away

“I just really like pie” he shrugs "Wait, I get to have some right?"

"Of course!"

We start sneaking out the back in order not to be seen by anyone especially Brandy because if he knew we skipped a day of training he’d kill us. I can already hear him in my head ‘How are you supposed to go on a mission if you aren’t properly trained’ his usual normal Brandy talk.

“Okay so tell me what do boom berries have to do with pie?” he asks

“Remember how I told you about my new roommate”

“Yes obviously”

“Well apparently where she is from there is this thing called boom berry pie”

Astro stops dead in his tracks and looks over at me with the widest eyes I have ever seen him make. He shuffles his eyes before saying “Are you sure she is not trying to kill you?”

I look straight at Astro’s eyes “I actually didn't think of that”

Could that be the case had Lailah just been kind on the outside but she was just an evil villain in disguise?! Have I let a maniac into my house, have I put my entire family at risk?

But then that thought in my head was overruled by the kindness and gentleness that Lailah had shown me that night. I could sense there was something real about her, something that couldn't be faked.

“I'm sure she isn't trying to kill me, I think she just wants to share something with me from her culture”

“I don't know Marina maybe we shouldn't get these things”

Just when he says that I spot a familiar face sitting on a bench reading a book, her long flowing dress moving with the wind and her concentrated face as she focuses on the words she's reading.

Astro looked behind him to see what I was looking at.

“Ohh!” He says while trying to get a closer look at her “That’s the girl we rescued before!”

“Is it? I couldn’t tell I guess she looked familiar I don’t know” I cross my arms and smile at him.

“We should go say hi,” Astro says while walking over to her. I quickly jump up and try to stop him from coming any closer.

“Are you crazy?” I say

“What’s wrong?” He laughs nervously, and then stops and reads my face “Oh I see what’s going on here”

“What?”

“You nervous to go talk to her” he pokes my arm to mess with me

“It’s not like that!” I move his hand away “I just don’t want to disturb her from reading I think it would be rude”

“What no” he looks over at her again and this time she notices us. She smiles and waves at us and we smile and wave at her back.

“Do you think she heard us?” I ask Astro

“Maybe,” he says

“Really?”

“Since she is an animal spirit most likely”

“Wait is she?” My eyes widen and I can feel my face becoming hot.

“She not” Astro tries to fight off his laughter.

“Astro, that's not funny!” I punch his arm and when I do he can’t hold back his laughter anymore.

“Hello” I hear a soft voice from behind

“Ah hi Elle,” I say waving

“Hello Marina, it's nice to see you again!” She smiles and hugs the book in her arms

“Nice to see you too Elle”

“Hey Elle I’m Astro I don’t think we’ve formally met,” Astro says stepping in front of me.

“Nice to meet you Astro!” She chuckles “What brings you guys here? Are you two on a secret mission or something”

“Actually, as a matter of fact, we are!” Astro says trying to seem more important than he is.

“We are just collecting boom berries,” I say

“That sounds cool, I didn't know that we had boom berries”

“We are going deep in the forest to find a bayou” I raise my shoulders as I squeeze the straps of my backpack.

“We are?” Astro raises an eyebrow at me

“Oh right, I forgot to mention that sorry!"

“It's okay I was fine with whatever” he shrugs and his eyes start to twinkle “I have an idea!”

“What is it?” Elle asks

“Do you want to come with us to hunt boom berries?”

“Yeah! You can be like our newest recruit!” I blurt out

“Oh!” she starts looking around and eventually a smile appears on her face “Sure!”

In just a matter of seconds, I am now presented with the opportunity to spend time with Elle in a casual setting. I don’t know whether to be excited or terrified. My mind roams the possibilities on how this could play out, it is very much possible that she ends up not having a good time or thinks that I’m weird. Maybe I think too much, I need to work on just going with the flow sometimes and letting go of controlling everything.

“Marina?” I turn around and my eyes wander down to Elle’s gaze where the way she is looking up at the sun’s light bounces off her eyes in such a pretty way.

“Yes?”

“Could I put my book in your backpack?” She holds her book with both hands while I slowly take off my bag.

“Yeah of course no worries” I put her book in my bag making sure that it was safely secured.

“Thank you!”

“Okay let’s start heading out before it gets dark!” Astro says while leading the way.

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cymorilcinnamonroll · 1 month ago

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The Annunciation of Appalachia Mary

God comes hungry to your table. The crops have rotted. Tins of bean, ash in the cornbread. He asks you for food.

“Mary, only what you can spare.”

He comes to talk with you often, driving an old Harley, ramping in with the rains.

It is storm season, and He always washes the dirt away to the roots.

“I did what I could, God.”

“I did what I could.”

To love God, is self-harm, a Big Thing encased in the cocoon of your thighs.

Afterwards, you wonder at the clear skies, when they had been thunder at His climax.

He smokes Chestertons, and reads Woolf.

“My favorite writer, you know. Second only to you, Mary.”

“I can’t hold a candle to Virginia, God.”

He comes more frequently, when the winter draws, and your camellias bloom.

Snow, in the yard, on your old shit-colored truck.

His Harley crowds the garage.

“Will you be my Bride, Mary?”

“I’m not going to be a pregnant teen like my own, ma, God. Wait a few years.”

He does.

When you are twenty-one, God takes you on His usual Harley ride. The storm chases you both.

He brings you up to a cloud, soft on your belly. He lays you down, spends His seed on your feet.

Bathes you in a River. He says it is sacred.

You are not much of one to marvel at sacred things. All the fruits and bread He offers, the wine. It tastes barren.

So you stick to the depot produce when your victory garden fails. The Boys are fighting a War, over There. Joseph left and died in some goddamn field in France.

God always tells you He can bring Joseph back from the Dead, if you want.

“Why disrupt Azrael. He’s a kind boy.”

“Mary, you are too humble. I’d move Heaven and Earth for you. Why won’t you be my helpmate, my Rib?”

“I want to work as a riveter, honey.”

So you do. Rosie. Wings on biplanes. Then, you start flying cargo for the Air Force, supplies Stateside for the Boys. Gabriel begs to be copilot, in his soldier uniform, and plays at

War.

“You’re twenty-three, Mary. I can give you a Kingdom of Eternity,” God whispers between your neck and shoulder, as you picnic in the Shenandoah FDR’s boys built. Chestnuts. You remember cracking the meat open in your youth for Christmas, when the woods thinned of deer, and your no-good Papa would show up Christmas Eve, boozy from the mines, with a too-small buck.

Mama cooked it up anyway, they quarrelled, and you prayed

The Rosary.

“I just want my garden to grow, God. You need to be gentler with your Harley. It rains here, so much, even for the Smokies.”

The War ends. They find Joseph’s remains. God helps you bury him in a plot, in your front yard.

It’s the finality, of Joseph – your middle school sweetheart – just bones now.

“I’ll be yours, God. But you need a factory job. The Ford factory, or the mines. Make a proper Man of yourself.”

So now God comes home, smothered in coal, smelling of salt pork, and your belly rounds with the Moon. Son of Man, Child of Mary.

Heir of the Heavens.

Mortal-born.

When you give birth, you do a home ritual. You read about it in a baby book. Lailah, the angel of childbirth, delivers.

You hold Joshua Bethel in your hands – first of his name, your own nom de plume his last, because God is just God, and Yeshua was too old-fashioned.

You kiss God’s brow through your sweat, held on the pounded dirt and hay floor in His strong arms, as Joshua latches.

“What We made is Good, honey,” you say.

God and the angels, they sing.

The town loves Joshua. God gentles his rains, turns in the Harley for a dented, used Chevrolet flatbed. You have a Good Life.

And no one dies on a Cross, and you have a daughter. Eva.

God gives it all up in the end, for you. Puts Lucifer in charge. That First Sun repented over the years, Malik Taws you read in a worn dime store copy of National Geographic, a Yazidi girl with dirt cheeks like you and your own green eyes glimmering back from the cover.

She, an Atlantic and then some away, looks like she knows God, knows rains, too.

Good, that. God, Mary, Joshua, Eva.

Normalcy, and He sings you to sleep each night

In His Arms.

And by now, you smoke Virginia Slims, and you die

cherished

In His Arms.

Joseph greets you at the gate. God stays on Earth to care for the grandchildren.

You get a New Beginning, in

the End.

“Welcome home, my Merry Little Mary,” Joseph winks, and you kiss for the first time in eighty years. Your real true love.

And that, well?

That’s all you wanted:

God’s blessing, Joseph’s kisses for all eternity.

Your children Ascend, after they die. God comes Home.

And Gabriel still flies copilot as you shepherd souls in your plane to Gan Eden.

And all is blooming in your Heavenly Garden.

And oh, the rains?

They come.

#virgin mary #jesus christ #christianity

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soulcluster · 4 months ago

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💕 which ships are YOU thinking tho :3c

Send 💕 and I will tell you some muses of ours I think could work as a ship.

I know you ship it and you know I ship it but balthier/fran

hear me out: martel reborn as a seraphim in zestiria/berseria verse and martel/lailah. thank you for coming to my ted talk

amalthea/schala - there's a thought bouncing around in there somewhere and I think it comes down to something about immortality and magic and reclaiming your life

zarae/halsin - I have a halsin muse, pls help me use him

zelda/fujin - i dont know exactly how this would work but he is a literal god and I think that could be interesting with zelda for a few reasons

zelda/amalthea - you think i wont throw my unicorn at zelda too

zelda/lara croft - adventure, mayhem, girls being girls

ziphrane/link - I have this whole DA verse for link that I love where he was actually a knight in arlathan and was put to sleep and didnt wake up until recently. so....that

janet/drax - I had this thought as I was reading her backstory and my drax muse went, I'd flatten hank's ass. plus I told you about his backstory and I think she might be an interesting way for him to reconnect with his human side

ok I'm leaving it there for now

#answered #fatesown #sometimes i dont have full fledged thoughts so much as I just have vibes

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legendspun · 2 years ago

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@armatization from x

Oh, how she could understand that feeling. There was much she had forgotten, by choice and by trauma. But then, she'd been alive for centuries. She had seen more than she wanted to.

But Alisha? She was still so young, and she had already seen and known too much. That poor girl. Lailah had been through much, but she'd never had a mentor ripped from her. She supposed the closest was Maotelus, but it wasn't the same.

"Then we won't talk about it," she said. Because it was easier that way. Because she understood Alisha's position. But she wasn't sure what to do to help her. A distraction, perhaps? Did she want to talk about it? Lailah couldn't tell, to be honest.

"I'm so sorry, Alisha." She reached out for Alisha's hand and squeezed it gently. She truly was at a loss for words. "I believe sometimes, it's better to forget."

"Yes... I'd like that, to talk," but Alisha had never been good about talking had she? Not with the other noble women at least. That was why she had trained in martial prowess rather than pedigree, why she had read up on heraldic legends rather than modern romances.

(There is a lance in her hand, and the weight is familiar but she does not want yet to realize why. There is a lance — )

"There was a person who always listened to me... or I thought she did. I had so many worries I could tell her but now I wonder, what were they all for? Everyone in Hyland wanted war so much. Maybe that was inevitable. Maybe I was mistaken."

(There is a lance in her hand and it is stained purple from the tainted blood of a human. The color spreads from it to her gauntleted hand, and thento the flower hair piece she now plays with as she avoids Lailah's eyes).

"Have you ever been mistaken Lady Lailah? I cannot imagine it, not someone like you."

#armatization #armatization | lailah #//moving this here bc even on beta ask threads can get wonky on blog view sob #//also still replying to our other thread but i had alisha and malevolence Thoughts #* Alisha (ic).

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armatization-a · 2 years ago

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"i’ve forgotten everything, and i don’t want to remember" (Alisha to Lailah. Post Maltran mayhaps?)

[ probably a meme ; accepting ]

Oh, how she could understand that feeling. There was much she had forgotten, by choice and by trauma. But then, she'd been alive for centuries. She had seen more than she wanted to.

"I'm so sorry, Alisha." She reached out for Alisha's hand and squeezed it gently. She truly was at a loss for words. "I believe sometimes, it's better to forget."

#↻┊ LAILAH ( in character. )#legendspun #woo this took a while I'm so sorry sufjsjjr #I wish for them to talk more actually 🥺

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imissthembutitwasntadisaster · 2 years ago

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Christmas update on my best girl Lailah? If there's anything more to tell, you know

Lailah, the story that this is referencing.

The problem with Lailah is that I very firmly believe that her story is best left open ended - is it a tragedy? Does she survive? Who knows!!! So unfortunately I couldn't give you anything solid as a story per se, but I hope this works? I really enjoyed writing it.

The world ended, but you knew that already. You’re not new to this, are you? It’s good to see you alive, it’s always good to see you alive. I hope the winter hasn’t been too cold, I hope the heels of your shoes haven’t worn through. Mine have but it’s fine, I’ll stitch them up no worries. Anyway, back to the end of the world.

I’m sure you know the drill by now. In the aftermath you’ll find, dotted all over this island, what used to be a country but isn’t anymore, hospitals, office buildings, shopping malls, service stations, all converted into homes for those left behind (although by now most of them are second or third generation, it’s been a while since the end, you see). People grew, they changed, they gave birth and died, they settled down and formed new communities. And twisted among these people, snaking through the buildings like wind whispers, like threads of courage, are the stories. Thousands of stories, repeated over and over until they lose one meaning and gain another. The heart-blood of the survivors. Usually I’d tell you one now, something steadfast and winding that might give you hope. But today I’m afraid I don’t have anything solid, just rumours and gossip. Not the sorts of things people would tell at firesides, but the short accounts they toss around at midday in the five minutes of rest before they have to be somewhere.

One community of survivors arose in what used to be a shopping centre. They call it the Hollows and it used to be under a cruel and vicious leadership. One dictator rose and terrorized his people for years, spewing bile and blood and rage. He fell at the hands of another, perhaps less brutal but still ruthless, still merciless. Like a villain in a children’s book. Eventually the people rose up against her, unable to live one more day without living, and she was run out of town. That’s all we know for sure.

A number of hunters say they killed that Evil Queen as she fled from them, left her body in the woods. No one knows if they’re telling the truth or not.

Some say the she got away, that she ran fast enough to escape them all (some even say she did it through magic and more people believe it then you might think). She’s hiding somewhere now, plotting her revenge. Parents tell their kids not to go out too far, otherwise she might jump out from the bushes and snatch them and eat them all up. Some get scared by that but most children just laugh.

Others, older, who were there when she was in charge, just shrug their shoulders. They don’t know if she’s alive and they don’t care. They threw her out once, they say, they can do it again if she comes back. If she doesn’t, all the better. She should be getting pretty old now herself anyway, if no one lets her in she won’t be able to enter.

Sometimes rumours come from the north. They talk about a woman at a sanctuary that used to be a hospital, a woman who looks very much like an old tyrant. They say she’s happy now, that she draws little cartoons for the children, that she weeps a lot and laughs more, that she is quiet and kind and has secrets in her eyes that she will take to the grave. They say if you ask she’ll just tell you that she’s trying to be better, that she’s trying to do better. They say they’ve heard her thanking God and all that’s good that she managed to hang onto something decent inside her, she doesn’t know how but she did.

But others say they’ve been there and never saw her there, never even heard of her.

(If anyone remembers her real name, they don’t say it.)

I’m the teller, so I say she made it there, I say she’s happy. I say her plan was liberation all along, to incite the people to free themselves. After all, she used to illustrate children’s books, she knew the importance of a good villain. She wrote a story of freedom and strength and rebellion that will be told for decades to come. I think she gets a happy ending for that. At the hospital her hands have finally started to feel clean again, she has forgotten how it feels to hold a gun, how it feels to wield power over those weeping terrified before her. She has nightmares often, but her days are peaceful. She can’t help in rebuilding the houses surrounding the Building much anymore, her back hurts too much now, but she paints the walls when she can and still cries over colours. She had to build a world out of black and white, you see, had to fight to make sure no one ever saw the grey. Shades still take her by surprise.

But that’s just what I think, and there are thousands who would disagree with me. She’s dead, they say, or gone, or evil, and really what evidence do you have she was even trying to be good? And even if she were, what evidence do you have that she managed to keep a hold of it? How does someone keep their soul when they do all that? It’s hardly possible, not here, not now. It’s the end of the world, why do you keep telling stories about good things happening? Remember, much more awful has happened here than good, this is a tragedy more than it is anything. Do you really understand what that means? Do you understand what has been lost? For all it is dressed up in flowery language and fancy metaphor, the fact is billions died, they are dead and gone and people screamed for them and are screaming still. Their corpses are rotting. The weeping in the night will never truly fade. That’s what they say.

Look, I’m sorry, I know it’s not much of a story but we’re both busy and there’s not time for a real story, not tonight. And really my point is this, when I say the world has ended do you really think about what that means? So much of what we take for granted is just what we make, what we choose to build into a world and now look, it’s shattered like ice. We’re lost and frightened and so often horribly alone. Things change faster than we can understand, we’re not made for it, not for this sorrow, not for this grief. But we have to live through it somehow and we do. So really that’s the point, that’s the choice: the story is yours. You’re standing here looking at a barren broken world, at a planet with a hole at its centre. Someone has to fill it up again, someone has to put something in it. The story isn’t necessarily what happened, what happened is just facts. The story is what’s true. Do you want her to be wicked and cruel? Do you want her to have died alone in the woods? Or do you want her to have survived? Do you want her to have had a plan for goodness all along? Do you want there to be kindness hidden at the heart of it?

Then go tell a story that says that, go build a world in which it can be true. It’s the end of the world and you’re still listening, that means it can be the beginning of one too. Despite it all.

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sixofpomegranates · 3 years ago

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The Dove and the Agent | Ch.3

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Chapter CW: Mentions of suicide/loss/toxic-broken family/Maeve/Max, eating

"The souls that bonded together, seize the moment to enjoy each other's company." ― Lailah Gifty Akita

♜ Spencer's POV ♜

Dove had told me that it wasn't necessary, that I took her to my apartment and tried to convince me that a night in a motel wasn't that bad. I had only shaken my head and told her I'd feel personally responsible if something happened to her.

Although it sounded like a teacher or parental figure being worried about a young girl alone in the streets, the truth was that somewhere between the time she gave me her number and the second her ex held her wrists, I started seeing her as my responsibility. As someone I had to protect.

Maybe because she didn't have anybody else that seemed to care. Maybe because of those big, ocean-blue eyes that looked so helpless, or perhaps because she reminded me a little of myself when I was her age.

When we arrived at my apartment, I could feel my heart beating fast and loudly.

Max had been the only woman to have ever seen my apartment...well, her and Cat, but that woman couldn't really count. The team didn't count either, given that we were family.

Sure, I had spent the night with some women before, but that had always happened within their apartments. I was rather particular about my personal space. Showing someone how you live gives the other person a clear view of your personality.

I didn't know if I was ready for Dove to see me.

When we entered my apartment on the second floor, I asked Dove if she wanted something to drink, and she responded with a small 'Water, please'. As I returned from the kitchen, she was already sitting on my couch and again staring at nothing.

I put the glass on the coffee table, snapping her out of her trance.

"Are you hungry?"

I could feel hunger creep up on me and thought about how food always was a great way to get to know each other.

Dove shook her head and murmured a small 'thanks' but knowing what I had seen till now; it was clear she didn't want to be a burden.

I sat on the coffee table in front of her and looked at her sternly. "Have you eaten today?"

Dove looked me directly in the eyes. Her eyes were so bloodshot from all the crying, enhancing the blue in them. "I never have breakfast, and Ellie wanted to go out and eat something when classes are over..."

I slowly took Dove's delicate hands into mine, taking long enough to let her pull away should she not want to be touched. "I know you've had a rough day, but I can't let you starve yourself."

She, once again, put on this convincingly real-looking fake smile. "Thank you. But I am really not hungry."

I could read right through that sentence. 'I feel bad having others take care of me. Please let me starve, so I don't feel terrible for asking for food,' was what she actually meant, and I couldn't accept that.

I leaned closer and smiled calmingly at her. "Dove. I am starving, and it would make me happy to share a meal with you. So how about that, you go and have a nice hot shower, and meanwhile, I order us something?"

It was a little bit of reverse psychology, given that she seemed to be a people pleaser, but when it helped to get her to eat, I would've been a fool not to take advantage of it.

"Okay," Dove whispered.

Now she gave me a genuine smile. I could tell by the spark in her pretty eyes.

"Good Girl." I hadn't said it very loud but knew Dove had heard it. I wasn't sure of how inappropriate it sounded until spoken. It had merely been what was on my mind.

Quickly I calmed my nerves and tried not to draw too much attention to my lastly spoken sentence. I let go of her hands and started talking again.

"Have you ever had Indian food?" "At least not good one," she smiled softly.

"Great! I mean not great that it wasn't good, but great that I can show you some really good one! Are you allergic to anything or don't like something? It would be terrible to accidentally kill you through a peanut allergy."

My heart was beating fast, and I could not quite understand my own nervousness anymore.

Was it that she was in my apartment, that we were going to eat together or that she looked at me as if I was her most favorite person alive?

Given that her family life must be really hard, with a family that did not want her around, her only friend now dead, and having broken up with her boyfriend of six years not even an hour ago, I probably was.

It was a burden, but I loved it.

It felt so good being needed. She laughed a little at my rambling and shook her head.

"Nope, order what you want. Oh, uhm...would you mind letting me pay? You already paid for the cab and let me stay here; it's the least I could do." She leaned over to her bag, wanting to search for the disgusting dollar note.

"No chance." "But-"

"I want to invite you for dinner, and to be honest, I really don't want that dirty dollar bill anywhere near me. Who knows where it's already been."

Dove now slightly tilted her head and smirked. "Are you a germophobe, Professor?" she asked me kittenishly.

I shook my head. "I'd rather consider myself just very aware of bacteria"

She raised her eyebrows. "Sooooo, yes?" she giggled, and I could swear my heart skipped a beat.

Smiling back at her, I stood up, clapping my hands. "Awesome! Then I'm gonna order, and you're gonna make yourself at home. The bathroom's over there."

Dove nodded, took her bag, and went to take a bath.

That was going well, right? This wasn't embarrassing or awkward. Normally I attracted these types of interaction with others, so I knew what they looked like. This, however, was nice. Foreign but nice.

I already heard the shower water running when I called my favorite Indian place to order. However, I exaggerated while ordering.

Wanting to give Dove a welcomed feeling and not knowing if, if I had only ordered two dishes, she would've liked it, I ordered five main courses and seven side dishes. All of them I had before and enjoyed, so I hoped she would too.

The leftovers we could simply eat tomorrow.

Just now, I realized that she would be there in the morning too. That was weird, a nice weird.

*****

When Dove came out of the bath, she wore black, high-waisted sweatpants and a tight-fitting crop top covered with daisies. I started to get the feeling that daisies were her favorite flowers, her long, wavy hair, hung, still a little wet, over her shoulders.

Even without mascara and eyeliner, which today had been wholly ruined by crying for hours and without any other makeup, she sure was a sight.

The food had already arrived, and the last ten minutes I had spent thinking about how and where we were going to eat.

Was on the table next to each other too close?

Across from each other, too much like a date?

In the end, I decided to spread the food on the coffee table with pillows around the table to let Dove choose how close we were going to be. I also kept the remote near me in case I would make the situation awkward and needed to distract with a movie.

Dove's gaze fell onto the coffee table but locked itself on me. Most likely because I stood there as if I was the personification of the word 'awkward', giving her a closed-mouth smile, probably looking like a frog.

"Hi," she said softly, smiling almost identically back at me.

"Hi," I returned, sitting down on the floor and patting on the empty pillows next to me, gesturing for her to come and sit next to me.

She quickly dropped on the pillow to my left. "That smells so good, but it's a little much, isn't it?"

I handed her an empty plate and cutlery. "I wanted to make sure we find something you really like. Okay, let's start with the side dishes. That's Pakoda, that's fried vegetables in chickpea flour. That's Parotta, a layered flatbread. They pan it in oil, and actually, it's also eaten in Malaysia and Singapore under the name Roti Canai, and they like to eat it for breakfast. That's why I ordered some more. If we have some left, we can try that tomorrow!"

Dove smiled at me, and I sensed the error I had made. "I'm sorry, I know I talk a lot I-"

She took one of the hands I was aggressively gesturing with while talking, seeming a little scared I would accidentally hit her.

"I like listening to you. You know so much." She pointed at one of the dishes in front of her. "So. What's that?"

She didn't hate my rambling and wanted to hear what I had to say. That was nice. Somehow that made it easy for me to be more myself, like who I was before prison. Talkative.

*****

While we were eating, we had a lot of different topics to talk about. It had taken her a few minutes to grow accustomed to sitting with me and talking, but Dove was fantastic company.

We talked about my job at the BAU, from there, we trailed off to talk about some of the serial killers I had caught in my time, and from that, we talked about the psychological impact of childhood trauma. Technically talking about the things I had taught in the last weeks.

The conversation then took a curve, and we talked about classic books and how confusing it was that 'Pride and Prejudice' was now, under the young people, THAT love story everyone had to read and like.

Then Dove took a fork full of her vegetable biryani in her mouth and grimaced her face in disgust. She pulled a little green seed out of her mouth, wrapping it into a napkin.

"Oh, that's a cardamom! You know, there are very few in one cooking pot for the whole family, maybe one or two, so some people and cultures say that if it lands in your mouth, you get a wish," I told her excitedly and took another bite of my samosa.

"Great, 'cause I wish I'd never bitten into it," Dove laughed while taking a sip of her mango lassi.

She reached across the table and opened one of the last containers, which was still closed. This alone, I counted as a success. When we had started eating, she had been too shy – almost scared, I'd say – to touch anything I wouldn't put on her plate.

The fact that she started to feel comfortable around me filled my chest with pride. In the container were some red chilies. She took one of them and took a bite; simultaneously, I tried to warn her.

"Careful, they are really spicy!"

But Dove only looked at me, happily chewing on her chili. "I like it. Not that spicy, a little sweet."

I looked at her in disbelief and, against my better judgment, took a bite of one.

Hot.

Way too hot!

I let the chili fall onto my plate, my face burning and becoming red. Dove handed me her mango lassi. I greedily took some sips before even thinking about the fact that we now both had drunk from the same cup.

She laughed, and in situations like these, I usually felt like people were laughing at me, but with Dove, I felt like she was laughing with me. So I started laughing too.

Just as I wanted to wipe away one of the tears from laughing, Dove grabbed my hand. "Don't touch your face! Wash them first."

I nodded and got up to wash my hands in the kitchen sink. When I sat back next to her again, she was already eating her third chili.

"So you like it spicy? Yo-Your food, I mean!"

I nervously laughed, thinking Dove would comment about me being 'unprofessional' or interpret my wrongly chosen words as my try to make a move on her, but she only nodded, happily taking another one.

"Did you know that the chemical in chili peppers that makes them spicy is called capsaicin? It's also the same chemical that stimulates your pain receptors."

Dove looked back and forth between me and her chili, raising an eyebrow. "Sooo...I'm a masochist?"

I shrugged. "Maybe. I mean, there is a percentage chance that you are." the white-blonde girl took a bite of her samosa, giggling a little to herself.

"Makes a lot of sense."

An explanation for that sentence, I didn't get.

*****

After we had eaten, we washed the dishes together. Again talking about an array of topics. It proved my theory that you could talk for hours with Dove without ever running out of topics or getting bored.

Of course, a smaller-minded person, like her ex-boyfriend, would not be able to appreciate her, but me? I cherished every minute with her.

The rest of the evening, we sat on the couch talking. Then, out of the blue, she started to interrogate me.

"You read my folder, right?" "How do you know?" I asked, and she again got this kittenish look on her face.

"Well, first of all, I am not stupid, and secondly? Why else would the FBI show up when a college girl hangs herself?"

"A little profiler, aren't we?" Dove grinned. "Maybe, Professor."

"It's weird that you still call me Professor. How about just calling me Spencer? At least until we're on campus again?"

She nodded, a little insecure. "Okay, Spencer."

My heart again skipped a beat so hard that it actually hurt. I had to tell myself not to ask her to say it again, but how she said it made me feel a specific type of way. A very happy type of way.

"Did you check on Miller?" "Dove...I really shouldn't talk with you about that."

"But without me, you wouldn't have a case. I just want to know if I was right."

I sighed. She seriously made puppy eyes. Puppy eyes that had me absolutely defeated.

"You were. With every little detail, you had..." I quickly changed the subject. It was enough that she knew she had been right. "I never asked you what you want to be when you're-"

"When I'm an adult?" Dove interrupted cheekily, making me chuckle. "No. When you're done with college."

Dove looked into the air, and her expression changed.

"My mother..." She took a deep breath. "She and her husband are paying for my education. So they think they can control me. When it comes to them, I will graduate as an honor student and work for the next few years in the campaign team of her husband. Then I'll marry one of his business partners and have the perfect two-and-a-half children. Becoming a housewife and mother who starts drinking wine at 3 p.m." She chewed on the inside of her cheek.

"What does your stepfather need a campaign team for? Does he want to become Mayor?"

Dove laughed and shook her head. "My stepfather is Pete Russo."

My eyes widened, and I looked at her, shocked. "The Senator is your stepfather?" She nodded with a pained grin. "How come I've never seen you on the news?"

"Because I am the black sheep of the family. My mom had me when she was seventeen, thinking her high school sweetheart would marry her when she gets pregnant."

"And that worked?" I asked with furrowed brows, and Dove laughed a little.

"Oh, no. He was so unhappy about it that he moved to Europe as soon as he could. Never to be heard of again. That's why our mother-daughter-dynamic is kinda... difficult, as you may have noticed."

Oh, I had. No mother would act the way she had when the niece and best friend of her daughter died. She started to look at her hands.

"In her opinion, I was born with only one purpose, to keep the family together. But since that didn't work out, I was marked as a mistake. She met my stepfather when I was eight, and he instantly got divorced for her. They married and had kids – my three brothers – all named Russo. Not me, though. He offered it since it would've been good for his campaign. 'Loving Husband and Father adopts wife's daughter from previous relationship'. But my mom didn't want that. I didn't belong in her family picture anymore, and I am only relevant when I do something she can show off with to her friends."

Again she looked at me with this smile. Her perfectly fake smile. Swallowing all her emotions and pretending to be fine seemed to be a shitty coping mechanism, but for some reason seemed to be Dove's.

I felt terrible for having thought about her as a girl that got everything she wanted just because her parents had money.

I had judged a book by its cover... well, no, I had judged a book by assumption.

"Sorry. You didn't ask for that." Without thinking, I brushed a loose strand of hair behind Dove's ear. She didn't back away, only looked at me.

"What would you do if you'd have a choice?"

"Something with psychology. The human mind is so fascinating; that's why I'm in your classes, and I really enjoyed the stuff I had to do for the folder I gave you. Maybe I would start working with you?"

"But you would need a lot of training first, and you'd need to already be an FBI agent for a while before coming to the BAU."

Dove squinted at me. "How old were you?"

"Touché." I chuckled. "I was twenty-two. But I was an exception. A friend met me when I went to college, making my third Ph.D. He saw potential in me and recruited me to join the BAU, which he and his friend had established."

"Is he still at the BAU?"

I shook my head, clearing my throat. "N-No he...He passed away a while ago."

Dove leaned back on the couch. "Losing people sucks," she whispered, making me nod in agreement. "Yes, it does."

Her eyes became a little glassy. "Does it ever stop hurting?"

I thought about that.

Does it? I still missed Gideon. I still missed Maeve.

The one woman who would've been able to understand and even love me just the way I was. With all the weirdness and quirks.

All I could do now was be thankful for, at least once, having been able to experience that type of love.

"I think it stops to hurt somewhere along the line, and then it's just happy memories, followed by the sad thought of never being able to make new ones with that person again."

I hadn't noticed that a tear was running down my cheek. I judged Dove for bottling up her emotions, but I somehow did the same. I jumped a little as I felt Dove's hand wiping away that tear.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked. Let's change the subject!" She looked in the air while thinking. "I don't hate you," Dove said so quietly I almost didn't hear it.

"What?"

"At campus...I said I hate you, but I don't. I- I was just sad...and angry."

"Don't worry about it. I should've listened to you, but I was so fixated on not wanting to have to deal with anything going on in college while I'm at the BAU that I refused to see what you were showing me."

Her blue eyes met my hazel ones. "If teaching annoys you so much, why are you doing it?"

"It's not annoying me. I love it! But since I got the order to work thirty days as a Professor for every hundred days at the BAU...It stopped being a hobby, and now it just feels like I am being forced."

"Why did you get that order?"

I wasn't ready for that conversation, and I didn't know how Dove would react. How would someone react finding out their professor was in prison while sitting next to them on their couch?

"I- I have been through some stuff...They think it helps me."

Dove nodded. "If you want to talk...about all that, I'm a good listener."

I smiled at her as she gave me a small smile. "Thanks, Dove. But not tonight."

We just sat there—two people who had formed a strange bond over losing people they loved. The silence was broken by Dove yawning.

"Tired?" I asked, having her almost shake her head and say no, but then she looked at me.

"A little. It was a long day..."

"You can sleep in my bed. I'll take the couch."

She smiled and shook her head. "No way, Prof- I mean Spencer. I'll take the couch. You need to be well-rested for your work. Can't catch bad guys when you're sleepy."

I got her a pillow and a warm blanket, and while Dove made herself comfortable on the couch, I took a quick shower, washing off the day.

When I came into the living room to check up on my guest, she was already sleeping like an angel. Of course, I knew angels weren't real, but literature described them as beautiful, and Dove certainly was too.

'Save me the Walz' by Zelda Fitzgerald was resting on her chest. She must've fallen asleep while trying to read a little. I chuckled to myself, carefully removing the book from her grasp and setting it on the coffee table.

This was nice.

Tomorrow I needed to ask her what her favorite book was. I smiled a little foolishly and went to bed myself. For the first time in a while, falling into a calm and resting slumber, excited for the next day.

*****

When I woke up the next day, Dove was already gone. The blanket and pillow were tidily folded and stacked.

Even if it was ridiculous, I was sad. I had wished to spend more time with her. Of course, I understood. She probably had early classes, and she needed to switch rooms too, but I would have loved to eat breakfast with her.

Ready to eat some of the Indian leftovers from last night, I went to the fridge. When I opened it, there was a plate with two Parottas on them, filled with something and wrapped like burritos. Next to them was a little pink note.

"Hope they really are a good breakfast idea! One filled with chana masala & one with tandoori chicken. :)

- Dove ❤︎"

Next to her name was a little heart. I touched it and felt this weird skipping of my heartbeat again. Then I took the plate, wondering if she had only made breakfast for me or if she'd eaten herself too. Sitting at my desk and wanting to eat while doing some paperwork, I saw an envelope leaning against my desk lamp.

On it, with her beautiful handwriting, stood:

"CAUTION! Dirty 50$ Note! Open at your own risk!"

I chuckled a little. Dove was special.

I started to eat my breakfast and wished I could've shared it with her. It was actually really good, a little oily and way too much, but still really good.

My phone buzzed, and I thought it would be Emily telling me when she was coming to pick me up, as she always did when we had a case. But to my surprise, it was Dove.

DOVE WALLACE: "Good Morning. Sry I'm already gone. Wanna get my key before classes :) Have you looked in the fridge?"

My heart skipped a beat and I started to wonder if that was a reaction to Dove or if I was getting seriously sick. I quickly typed.

ME: "Yes, really good! Did you eat breakfast?"

DOVE WALLACE: "I don't like eating when I am alone :) I'll eat something later. Waiting for my keys @ my dorm right now! Talk to you later."

When I was done eating and writing my papers, I got ready and waited for Emily, also taking a second to write Derek. Since Morgan had left the team, we talked or wrote at least twice a week, meeting regularly.

ME: "Hey, quick question: It can be solely platonic when my heart skips a beat whenever I talk to a certain woman, right?"

Then I got a message from Emily, telling me she would be here in five minutes.

Grabbing my bag and waiting outside, well-rested and ready to crack this case, I hadn't forgotten about Christian Miller.

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hungrydolphin91 · 3 years ago

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For the tales of ask game!!

3, & 7 for Graces

1 & 10 for zesty

2 & 8 for Vesperia

And have a nice day/evening whatever in your time zone!!

Oo lots of games, alright I get to talk about my favorites!!

Graces 3. Any ships?:

I'm not huge on shipping in general but most of the popular ships are fine with me, mainly Asbel/Richard, Asbel/Cheria, and Hubert/Pascal. (Spoilers ahead:) I always find it kind of funny that Asbel merges with Lambda after him and Richard fall apart, it feels like he's dating Richard's abusive ex and making it work better 😂 maybe I'll write a fic someday with that premise, who knows...

7. Main team of 4/mainly play as:

Going back to Graces and figuring out all the other characters is on my to-do list, I mained Asbel mostly, though I did try out Richard, Sophie, and Hubert a little. I tend to rotate that party pretty often but I always had Asbel and Sophie, would probably put in Hubert and Cheria as my other 2 or Richard if he's available.

Zestiria 1. Best girl:

Lailah!! I loved Lailah much more than I thought I would, having a group mom to make puns and snacks really makes the party dynamic charming. She has her own burdens based on her perceived former failings with Michael but she is still trying again to bring about a legacy of good people and that is so inspiring. What a great mentor figure.

10. Favorite music track:

Oh that's so hard, Zesty has so many amazing tracks! I think Zaveid's Theme, the Fire Trial and the Water Trial are all tied as some of my favorite songs of all time, but Sorey's theme and the song that plays when Rose joins are also both great. They really knocked it out of the park with these songs, I tell ya

Vesperia 2. Best boy:

Another hard one, they're all so good, but I am always so proud of Karol. He's really trying his best alongside a party of mainly adults and teenagers and he absolutely pulls his weight, he just needed to hear them validate him. He's resourceful and a hard worker and I feel like he's gonna surpass Raven and Yuri someday, maybe even Flynn, and I know they'd all be super proud of him.

(I answered 8 in a previous ask, but my favorite town is Dahngrest for its atmosphere.)

Thanks for the asks, everyone! Love getting to blab about my favorite series 😁

#mutuals feel free to reblog the ask list #asks #tales of vesperia #tales of zestiria #tales of graces f

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Around the time that Sorey and Mikleo were born mafias were very prominent in their area. Sorey's family being the top mafia by the time he was five. As he grew older they began teaching him the ways of their family business. Being at the top involved human trafficking, drugs, and so much more. Sorey was taught from a young age how do continue the family business and what everything was.

Sorey always wore his family emblem on a glove on his right hand. It meant a lot to the family and to sorey which is why he took such good care of it. Along the way he was able to make two friends from childhood. Lailah and Rose. He became extremely close to.the two during the time he was growing up. Especially when his.canines grew in and show he was starting to take over parts of.the buidness.

As they got to be adults, Rose and Lailah were his two closest friends that he could tell anything to. Even confide in them about the business and just about his life. During this time he took over the business due to his parents being shot during the night. It made for many sleepless nights and a lot of hard days. Thankfully though, Rose and Lailah had made some new friends and in turn, so did Sorey. Rose bad gotten a boyfriend by the name of Dezel, who was a god much like Lailah. There was also another named Zavied and well...Edna. However there was this vampire that the girls became friends with that Sorey met a little while after. He felt like he instantly got butterflies when he saw him. His little werewokd heart began to race. However, has was able to talk with him and find out they like a lot of the same things. Were even geeking out over a few books together. It made it seem like the possibility of dating someone was a reality for Mikleo. Like he wasn't stuck always being a mafia boss.

#luzrovsoulrulay #shepherd - and - ruins #vampire #canine #au #roleplay

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dany36 · 3 years ago

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officially done with tales of zestiria!! overall, i really enjoyed the game and i'm glad i finally sat down and played it. more junk thoughts below.

so it's definitely not as bad as i had heard people say it was. i was really surprised when i saw just how much of a bad rep this game gets, but...i can definitely see some things as to why people don't like it... one of the things i had heard was that there was barely any character development in the game, and i agree with that. i was 35ish hours in when suddenly people were already talking about going into the final battle and i was like...what?! no sub-story about rose or eizen or lilah that goes more into their past/characters like sheena in tos or something?? i guess we did get more into edna with that sidequest about eizen (it was nice seeing her show emotions for once!), but other than that, i really didn't feel like the game focused on ANYONE else at any point in the story. they just sort of get introduced into your party and are there to help sorey in his quest.

speaking of sorey, i REALLY didn't care for his character at all. i think he's the only one where i was super apathetic towards in terms of character and personality. even zaveid, who i thought i was going to dislike because of how annoying i found him in berseria, grew on me and learned to like him. i don't know, i guess when i compare him to other protagonists in the tales of games i've played, he really is the most forgettable of them all. like, when he "sacrifices" himself and goes in a sleep slumber, i felt no emotion whatsoever. as soon as i got rose in my party, i switched to using her as my main (which never happens lol i'm boring and usually stick to main characters as my Player 1--emil, lloyd, luke, velvet, dude with the purple hair in vesperia for the amount i played in the game) cus i was just like wow give me someone more interesting PLEASE. so, sorry to sorey fans (if there are any) but to me he's one of the most boring aspects of the game...and he's the damn shepherd!

and continuing on that point, i think the plot in this tales game is also probably the weakest one out of the ones i've played (weak main character, weak plot). the game starts off with the simple premise that sorey is the shepherd and he must get rid of the Lord of Calamity, and...that's pretty much it. in other tales games, you start off thinking your objective is A, but then as you journey along, a plot twist occurs and you realize now that objective A really was just a small task in what is your true objective. Something like this never happens in the game, so the pace just pretty much stays the same throughout the entirety of the game. sure, there are some cool moments (rose's introduction and her learning to armatize will forever be my favorite), but they are scattered out and about and honestly in this game i can't really remember something as impacting as luke sinking that one city (haven't played tota in a while lol) or palmacosta being destroyed in tos or velvet finding out the truth about her brother.

but anyway, the rest of the cast, i absolutely loved, so it's truly a shame that they were stuck in a sort of forgettable plot. i already talked about edna and rose being my favorites, but lilah (that scene with the oregami...OOF...OOF!!!!) and zaveid are cool too. alisha is barely in the main game, but it was great seeing more of her in the DLC and showing her struggle of what she wants to do (her combat also seems cool for the couple of fights but i had to stick with rose...sorry!). i only wish we could have had more skits showing the party interacting with one other. i don't know if it's just me but i really felt like there were barely any skits in this game, which is sad because most of the cast is enjoyable and it's a shame we didn't get to see them talk with each other in skits more!

i had seen people say that it's best to play zestiria and then berseria so you can catch all the references in berseria, but...to be honest, i don't think i would have enjoyed zestiria as much if i had played it first! prime examples are the eizen sidequest and the sidequest where you FREAKING FIND MAGILOU'S TOMB. like...hello??? when i got to the eizen sidequest, i 100% would not have given as much of a shit on killing that dragon if i hadn't played berseria beforehand. it really made me sad knowing the tragic ending that eizen wound up having. and finding magilou's grave being guarded by her friend also broke my heart. like...seriously!!! that was something that i also would not have given another thought if i didn't know who magilou was. so yeah i don't regret playing berseria first since i actually think it enhanced the experience a bit more.

gameplay-wise, i really enjoyed it! took me a while to get the hang of the equipment system, but once i did, chaining combos with Rose was a blast. i also really enjoyed how easily you could change party members (unlike in tob where it costs 1 BG!) in the middle of a fight. and MAN i never get tired of seeing those sweet, sweet mystic artes animations. <3 <3 <3 it increases any character's coolness factor three-fold.

my main gripe in berseria was the terrible dungeon design. at the beginning, zestiria did a better job at putting in puzzles in dungeons so as to not make the same mistake that berseria did, but then...towards the second half of the game...it was pretty much all berseria-like dungeons of endless same-looking rooms with endless enemies (the DLC dungeon being a prime example of this). which is honestly just terrible and boring, but at least the gameplay makes the fights seem not AS tedious...

i also felt like zestiria did a better job with the music than berseria did. i can hardly recall any song i liked in berseria (there's like two or three i'd put in my vgm collection), but for zestiria, i'm gonna need to hunt down quite a few. also, i could actually remember the names of the towns/locations and what they looked like. in berseria, i felt like i was going town after town but for the life of me i couldn't remember at ALL what we did there in the first place. i really just felt like i was passing through each town not learning much about the place, but in zestiria i really got a feel of each town, so that was nice!

oh, and the ending i felt was...kind of weak lol especially cus...no one talked at all??? it was so weird haha in tos, tota, dotnw, and tob we have the characters at least saying SOMETHING in the ending but in toz it was just...animations and that's it lol. so glad we got a DLC cus i would have been PISSED seeing just rose leave off like that without saying a word and then...they show us her GRAVE??? i always think "wow i wish they would show us how the future of (insert favorite characters here) are like!! :)" but seeing rose's grave made me so sad (as well as eizen's and magilou's) like nononono you do NOT show my favorite characters just DEAD!! >:'v but anyway, yeah i mean it was an ok ending but nothing that made me feel with a great gap in my heart like tob's or tos's did. like mikleo seeing sorey again at the end? cool. did it make me feel something like when tear sees luke again at the end of tota? sadly, no. :(

and last but not least, the DLC. i mean, i absolutely LOVED seeing the girls in the team going out on their own little adventure and just interacting and talking with each other!!! lailah + edna + alisha + rose...who doesn't love that?? we got to see more of rose being the badass that she is and uh yeah her and alisha? totally gay for each other...like that last scene before they kill the final boss?? just A+++ material (except that terrible last dungeon AND the HORRID design of the last bosses??? dragons with purple bright titties so that the player will know they're FEMALE dragons??? LMAO)

oh wow i wrote more than i thought i would but uh yeah. all in all: DEFINITELY NOT a bad game, has a great cast of interesting and fun characters (except sorey) but sadly the game doesn't delve too deep into them as in other tales game, DLC was a fun addition to see more of who i thought was going to be a greater protagonist in the main story, but overall when compared to other tales of games, the weak plot puts it second-to-last in my list of tales games i've played. would i play it again? definitely :)

WHEW, ok, now off to watch the anime!! <3

#junk #tales of zestiria #toz #wellp that was a lot haha #forgot to say that i really don't like the intro song to this game!!#tos's orchestrated intro still the best hands down no i will not take criticisms on that thank you

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Chapter Five - The Question

Angel

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I'm starting to question my decisions right about now, I am now realizing that I've just invited what is to me a total stranger into our house.

Was this a mistake?

There could be a very real chance that she could be lying about the whole thing and she is a spy from the other side ready to betray us at any moment. I don't want to have to kill her, she seems so nice, but I guess that won't matter if she rats us out.

I take a peek at her trying to see if there is anything suspicious about her at all, maybe she is wearing a secret spy device or something that would be perfectly hidden under her very long black hair. She notices me looking at her and she just smiles at me. This girl is nice, maybe too nice. As soon as I have that thought I realize that I am talking like my brother and if I'm being honest that is the last thing that I want to do. Maybe I need to be more trustworthy, perhaps this is a sign to let loose a little more.

I look up to see that we are now coming closer and closer to the house. I look over and see Marina talking to Lailah. She seems surprised about her amount of energy. People are usually surprised to see the amount of energy that Marina has, it's most likely her human side.

We are now facing the door and we all go quiet. I take a big sigh before saying “We're back!”

Johnny comes from around a corner and looks at Lailah, for the first time that I've ever known him he was too stunt to speak, I'm sure that his mind has a million questions but the first thing he said was “Who is this?”

“This is Lailah,” I say

“Okay sure do you know that you are supposed to let people in the house know when someone is coming over for obvious reasons,” he says very clearly pissed off at me.

“Chill, she knows I'm a demon and soon enough she was going to know that you two are humans,” I say, taking off my hat and tossing it on the couch.

“Marina?” he now directs his gaze at my sister

“I didn't say anything about the human bit I had my contacts on the whole time! But she knew Angel was a demon because we found her while being on a super secret mission to town 82 but she doesn't have anywhere to live so we figured that she could maybe perhaps live here?” Marina stubbles over her words.

“I have no words,” Johnny says throwing his hands in the air

“Johnny what are we supposed to do she has nothing we are fortunate enough to have plenty of space in this house plus she already knows the family secret. She is practically one of us!” I am trying to lighten the mood.

Johnny thinks for a minute and then looks at her with a puzzled face. He walks over to her very slowly and says to her “My family is everything to me, my sisters have asked me to trust you to live here but if you are there are some things you have to do first”

“Yes of course” Lailah immediately says yes

“You must never mention our secrets; whatever is in this house stays in this house. I am not going to change the way we live just because you are here now I have the right to preserve the peace of this house no matter what”

“I promise with my life and soul that I will never mutter a word,” she says intensely, almost matching Johnny's energy perfectly, almost.

“Another thing is that we all do our part here everyone has got to contribute in some way”

“I was already planning to find a job first thing in the morning. I will contribute financially as well as help out around the house.”

“Okay well then” he sighed “I guess you will be staying with us,” Johnny said hesitantly

“Thank you, Johnny!” Marina jumps to hug Johnny; he reciprocates it by giving her a side hug.

“Here I'll show you to your room,” I say, taking her to the guest bedroom which is now officially Lailahs room. “It's pretty empty but once you get more settled in you'll get more things eventually”

She looks around the room in amazement “It's perfect thank you”

In that moment I think I realized how lucky I was to be in the position that I am in, I never had to struggle financially or had a family to back me up.

“Hey, I just realized we need to get you some clothes to come to my room. You can pick out whatever you like!”

“Really? Are you sure?”

“Yeah of course just for the time being, we can hit the shops sometime in the next few days so we can get you some new stuff”

“I don't have any money right now,” she says shyly

“I'll buy it!”

“I couldn't ask you to do that”

“Trust me I have enough money plus I want to do this for you to show that you're not alone anymore you have me”

She takes a long pause and then turns to smile at me

“Thank you for everything you and your family have done for me it means more than you could ever imagine”

I take her shoulder and she puts her hand on top of mine. I cannot help but notice that she has a puzzled look on her face. After a few moments, she looks and me and takes a deep breath

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yes of course,” I say

“Well I don't want to come off as rude but it's a different culture than mine and since I'll be living here I'd love to know as much as you'll let me but-”

“It's okay Lailah you can ask questions” I chuckle

“I wanted to ask what was that thing with the arms that Marina did with Johnny, I thought she was attacking him at first but I guess not based on his reaction”

“Oh!” I laugh at her reaction “No she wasn't attacking him, although he'd probably think otherwise, that was a hug”

“A hug? What is it for?”

“It's more like a form of affection to show that you care about someone it's a bit like a shoulder touch but it's much deeper than that, I'm not sure how to explain it, perhaps one day you'll be able to experience it for yourself”

“Me?” she stops for a bit “I don't think I'd be able to get that close to anybody but it is a nice thought”

I can't help but smile at her. I feel this sense of hope for the future. I want to see where this new chapter of our lives will take us, things will change around here maybe for the worse but more likely for the better. I've only known Lilah for less than a day but she already knows so much more than people I have known my whole life. My identity is sacred to me and I didn't realize that the possibility of being myself with someone who isn't my family could feel so nice.

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