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OPPOSITES - part I

⤷ JAMES B. “BUCKY” BARNES

ᯓ★ Pairing: James B. “Bucky” Barnes x fem!reader

ᯓ★ Genre: romance, fluff, tiny bit of angst

ᯓ★ Request from: MARVEL multiverse

ᯓ★ Story type: short fanfic

ᯓ★ Part II

ᯓ★ Word count: 6.5k

ᯓ★ Summary: you were raised with strict rules, never once dared to break one of them but the mysterious man you meet at the bar maybe deserves a few rules break.

ᯓ★ TW(s): mentions of alcohol

ᯓ★ AU: 1920s Gangstares

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The Jazz Club pulses with life on a humid Friday night, filled with the muted glint of candle-lit chandeliers and shadows that dance to the lively notes of a trumpet solo. The place is alive, but you feel like you’re not quite part of it, like you’re watching through glass. You smooth the soft folds of your dress—borrowed from your friend Anna, who insists that it’s the only suitable thing to wear in a place like this—and tuck a stray curl behind your ear, feeling more out of place than you ever have. The excitement and energy around you only seem to emphasize your own nerves.

When Anna and Lucy had insisted on bringing you here tonight, the “exclusive bar everyone’s talking about,” you’d hesitated. You’d been raised on rules, boundaries, and curfews. Late nights and smokey speakeasies had never been on the approved list. But the moment you’d stepped in here, breathing in the heady scent of bourbon, old wood, and something vaguely illicit, a part of you couldn’t deny the thrill that’s begun to buzz under your skin. You’re in a different world here, and your friends seem to thrive in it.

The club, “The Silver Swan,” has a reputation, and you’d heard the whispers about its owner: a shadowy figure with connections that aren’t exactly above board. Rumors say he’s dangerous, a man who rose through the ranks with a rough, unbreakable resolve. And yet, something about those stories only makes this place more thrilling, as if the Silver Swan is something of a forbidden fruit.

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror behind the bar, looking wide-eyed and uncertain, the fabric of your dress reflecting the dim light in a way that makes you look more like a stranger than yourself. The low, smoky lights give everyone a sort of glamour, making the crowd seem less like people and more like characters from some gripping novel. A soft laugh tumbles from Anna’s lips, and she nudges you, arching an eyebrow.

“See, aren’t you glad you came?” she teases, her voice barely audible over the music. She’s right—you do feel a strange, exhilarating freedom here, your usual reservations fading into the back of your mind.

But then you feel it—eyes on you, unmistakable and intense. A shiver runs down your spine, and you glance around, suddenly alert. Your gaze lands on a man sitting at the edge of the room, half-hidden in the shadows. His eyes are piercing, almost predatory, watching you with a focus that makes you want to look away and stare back all at once.

The man is handsome in a way that’s almost unfair, with dark hair swept back neatly, a sharply cut jaw, and broad shoulders beneath a crisp suit. He’s lounging in a seat like it belongs to him, exuding a confidence that makes your heart stammer. Something about him is familiar, but you really can't seem to remember where you already saw him.

And right now, he’s looking at you like you’re the only person in the room.

You look away quickly, feeling your face flush, but his gaze is unrelenting. It’s like he’s assessing you, taking in every detail. Even from across the room, the heat of his stare is enough to make you feel exposed, vulnerable in a way that has nothing to do with your dress. Your friends are too busy chatting to notice, and part of you wants to tell them, but another part—one you barely recognize—likes the thrill of keeping it to yourself.

Slowly, almost deliberately, Bucky stands up. He moves with a grace that’s startling for a man of his size, all smooth lines and careful steps. The room shifts around him as people notice, some going silent, others nodding in deference. You try to look away, to pretend you haven’t noticed, but it’s impossible not to track his progress. Your heart beats faster with every step he takes in your direction, a drumbeat echoing louder in your ears as he comes closer.

When he finally reaches you, he stops, tilting his head and giving you the kind of smile that should be illegal in a place like this. He has a magnetism that’s undeniable, as if he could pull you in without a word.

“Good evening,” he says, his voice a low rumble that seems to settle over you. The accent’s faint, a New York drawl that somehow makes every word sound like a promise.

You swallow, trying to steady yourself. “Good evening.”

Up close, he’s even more striking. The lines of his face are sharp, softened only by the faintest of smirks that hovers at the corner of his mouth. His eyes, a shade of blue so intense it’s almost unreal, seem to see right through you. But there’s something else in them too, a flicker of curiosity, as if he’s just as intrigued by you as you are by him.

“Bucky Barnes,” he introduces himself, extending a hand. His fingers are gloved, the leather cool and smooth against your palm. “And who might you be, sweetheart?”

The endearment catches you off guard, and you struggle to remember your own name for a second. “Y/N,” you manage, your voice barely above a whisper. “I—um—I don’t usually come to places like this.”

His smile widens slightly, a flash of white teeth that’s as dangerous as it is charming. “That much is obvious,” he says, his gaze dropping briefly to your dress, then back up to meet your eyes. “But I’d say you’re fitting in just fine.”

Your cheeks heat up again, and you find yourself at a loss for words. It’s disconcerting how effortlessly he seems to get under your skin, making you feel as though he knows things about you that you don’t even know yourself. The bar seems to fade away, leaving just the two of you, caught in a bubble of heady tension.

“Can I get you a drink?” he asks, breaking the silence. He gestures to the bartender, who looks over immediately, waiting for Bucky’s order with a kind of nervous deference.

You hesitate, then nod. “Yes, please.”

Without looking away from you, Bucky nods to the bartender. “A glass of champagne for the lady.”

The drink appears almost immediately, and you accept it, your fingers brushing against his gloved hand. The touch is brief, but it sends a jolt through you, making you feel both exhilarated and unnerved. You take a small sip, hoping it’ll calm your nerves, but his presence is overwhelming, making it difficult to think clearly.

“So, Y/N,” he says, leaning a bit closer, his voice a seductive whisper, “what brings you to my little corner of the city?”

His little corner of the city. The way he says it is almost proprietary, as though he truly owns every inch of this place, every beat of the music, every glass of liquor poured.

“My friends,” you say, gesturing vaguely to Anna and Lucy, who are engrossed in conversation with each other. “They… they thought it was time I had a bit of fun.”

He chuckles, a rich, low sound that makes your pulse quicken. “And are you having fun, doll?”

The question catches you off guard, and you meet his gaze again, caught by the intensity of it. The truth is, you are. Despite your nerves, despite the fact that you feel completely out of your element, there’s something exhilarating about being here, talking to him.

“I think so,” you admit, a smile tugging at your lips. “Though I’m not entirely sure what I’m supposed to be doing.”

Bucky’s eyes light up with amusement, and he leans in a bit closer, his voice a low murmur. “Well, sweetheart, maybe I could help you with that.”

The suggestion hangs in the air between you, charged with a promise that sends your heart racing. You’re not entirely sure what he means, but the thrill of it, the idea of letting him show you something unknown, is intoxicating.

“Would you like to dance?” he asks, and his voice is so soft that it almost feels like a secret.

“Yes,” you reply before you can second-guess yourself.

Bucky leads you onto the dance floor, his hand firm and possessive against your back, and you can feel the curious stares of the other patrons as he holds you close. He’s surprisingly graceful, moving with a practiced ease that makes it easy for you to follow his lead. The world seems to melt away, leaving just the two of you, swaying to the rhythm of the music.

The song is slow, sultry, and Bucky’s hands are warm through the thin fabric of your dress, guiding you effortlessly. He keeps his gaze on you, unwavering, as though he’s studying every reaction, every flicker of emotion on your face.

“Tell me something, Y/N,” he murmurs, his lips close to your ear. “Do you always let strangers sweep you off your feet?”

You can feel his breath against your skin, and it sends a shiver down your spine. “No,” you say softly, meeting his gaze. “I don’t… I don’t usually do things like this.”

He smirks, clearly pleased by your admission. “Good,” he says, his voice a low rumble. “Because I’m not interested in being just anyone to you.”

The words leave you breathless, caught in his intensity. There’s something about him that’s both dangerous and magnetic, and you can feel yourself

being pulled in, the thrill of his attention washing over you.

As the music fades, he doesn’t let go, his gaze darkening as he studies you. “Y/N,” he murmurs, his hand tightening slightly on your waist. “I’d like to see you again.”

You’re not sure if it’s the champagne, the music, or the heady warmth of his gaze, but you find yourself nodding, your heart racing as you meet his gaze. “I’d… I’d like that too.”

He smiles, and there’s something possessive in it, a promise of things you can’t even begin to imagine. As he guides you off the dance floor, you can feel the eyes of the crowd on you, but for the first time, you don’t care. You’re captivated, ensnared, and in that moment, you realize that stepping into this bar has changed everything.

Two nights have passed since you met him, and you can’t shake the memory of the man with the dangerous smile and the piercing blue eyes. It feels almost ridiculous how one night could stick with you like this, lingering in your mind like a melody you can’t quite shake. His voice, low and confident, keeps playing back in your head, making you feel things you barely understand.

It’s just that he was… so different from anyone you’ve ever met. Mysterious, maybe a little bit dangerous, though you can’t say exactly why. He was a stranger, yes, but you can’t help but feel there was something there—something that makes you want to know more.

Tonight, you find yourself standing outside The Silver Swan, the same bar where it all began. Your heart thuds in your chest as you glance at the door, nerves warring with the thrill of seeing him again. You’d told yourself that coming back was silly, that you didn’t even know if he’d be here. But in the end, your curiosity had won out over reason, and here you are, alone this time, without your friends to distract you.

Steeling yourself, you step inside. The place feels both familiar and surreal, as though returning to a dream. The low lights, the smoky haze, the soft murmur of laughter—it’s all just as you remember. Except, this time, you feel different, like you’re here for something specific. Or someone.

Your eyes scan the room, searching. At first, you don’t see him, and a pang of disappointment settles in your chest. But then, across the room, there he is, sitting in that same dark corner, half-obscured by shadows. He’s alone, nursing a drink, his gaze resting on the crowd in a way that seems watchful, attentive. He’s so focused that you almost turn around, almost lose your nerve. But he catches your movement, his gaze locking onto you with an intensity that makes your breath hitch.

And just like the first night, he smiles—a lazy, inviting smile that makes your stomach flip.

You take a steadying breath and walk toward him, feeling as though every step is pulling you deeper into something you don’t entirely understand. When you reach him, he stands, his eyes crinkling with amusement as he looks at you.

“Well, well,” he drawls, his voice every bit as smooth as you remember. “Back again, doll?”

You swallow, trying to keep your voice steady. “I… you didn’t tell me your name. I didn’t know where else to look.”

It’s a flimsy excuse, and you know it. The corners of his mouth twitch as if he’s fighting back a laugh, but he’s too much of a gentleman to let it show.

“Didn’t I?” he asks, feigning surprise. “Must have slipped my mind.”

You raise an eyebrow, catching onto the teasing edge in his tone, and he chuckles softly. It’s a warm sound, richer than you remember, and it puts you a little more at ease.

“James Barnes,” he says finally, extending a gloved hand to you. “Though everyone just calls me Bucky.”

Bucky. You repeat the name in your head, testing it out. Somehow, it suits him perfectly.

“Y/N,” you say, letting him take your hand. His grip is warm and firm, and his gaze remains steady, holding yours with an intensity that feels almost intoxicating.

“I remember,” he murmurs, his voice dropping lower. “Been thinking about you since that night.”

The admission catches you off guard, your cheeks heating as you try to keep your composure. There’s no trace of insincerity in his tone, no hint that he’s merely flattering you. And it does something to you, hearing that he remembers, that he’s been thinking about you, too.

“Can I buy you a drink, sweetheart?” he asks, gesturing to the seat beside him. The offer is simple, but his gaze tells you that he’s waiting for something more than just a drink. It’s a silent invitation, one you find yourself unable to resist.

You sit beside him, nodding as he signals the bartender. Within moments, a glass of champagne is set in front of you, the same as last time. The tiny bubbles rise to the surface, and you take a sip, savoring the taste as you try to steady your nerves. Bucky’s eyes never leave you, tracking every move you make with a quiet intensity that sends a thrill through you.

“So,” he says after a moment, his voice soft, “what brings you back here tonight, Y/N?”

There’s a teasing glint in his eye, and you can tell he already knows the answer. But you can’t bring yourself to say it outright. Instead, you glance down at your glass, letting the bubbles fizz against your lips.

“Maybe I was… curious,” you admit finally. “About you.”

The words hang between you, more honest than you’d intended, but his reaction is worth it. His gaze darkens, and he leans in just slightly, his voice lowering to a murmur.

“Is that so?” he asks, a slow smile spreading across his face. “I don’t suppose you know much about me, do you?”

You shake your head, feeling both embarrassed and exhilarated by the question. “No, not really,” you say. “Just that you’re the owner of this place.”

Bucky chuckles, the sound low and amused. “That’s one way to put it,” he says, his eyes glinting with something you can’t quite place. “But there’s a bit more to it than that.”

He leans back in his seat, watching you with a faint, assessing smile. “And you,” he says, “are a little out of place in a place like this, aren’t you?”

It’s not a question, more of an observation, and he’s not wrong. You feel the flush of heat on your cheeks as you give a small nod.

“My friends wanted to show me something… new,” you say, glancing around at the bar. “And I guess I wanted to see more of it.”

“More of me, you mean,” he says smoothly, the teasing lilt back in his voice.

You try to stifle a laugh, knowing he’s right. “Maybe,” you admit.

He seems pleased by your honesty, his smirk softening into something more genuine. The conversation flows more easily now, and you find yourself telling him things you wouldn’t usually share with a stranger—about your strict upbringing, your sheltered life, how your friends are always telling you to try something new, something daring.

“Sounds like you’ve been living under lock and key,” he says, a hint of sympathy in his voice. “Bet you’ve never even snuck out after curfew.”

You laugh softly, shaking your head. “I haven’t, actually. I don’t even know what it feels like to break the rules.”

His eyes glint with something mischievous, and he leans in just a little closer, his voice a murmur. “Would you like to find out?”

The suggestion sends a thrill down your spine, and you glance around, feeling both nervous and exhilarated. “Maybe,” you say, your voice softer than you intend.

Bucky’s gaze holds yours, his expression one of quiet satisfaction. “How about a little tour of the place, then?” he asks, offering his arm. “You don’t get to see the real Silver Swan from the barstool.”

You bite your lip, hesitating for just a moment before you slip your hand through the crook of his arm. His gaze softens, and you can feel the weight of his attention on you as he leads you away from the bar. The patrons barely look up as you pass, and you wonder if they’re used to seeing Bucky escorting guests through the place.

He leads you down a hallway that seems to stretch on forever, passing doors that look as though they lead to secret places—rooms shrouded in mystery and intrigue. Bucky says nothing, letting the quiet settle between you, and you feel yourself growing more curious, more intrigued by him with every step.

When he finally stops, it’s at a private booth at the very back of the club, tucked away from prying eyes. The lights are low, the shadows casting his face in a way that makes him look almost otherworldly.

“This,” he says softly, “is where I like to sit when I want a break from it all.”

You glance around, taking in the plush seating and the faint scent of leather and bourbon that seems to hang in the air. “It’s… nice,” you say, feeling a little out of breath. “Quiet.”

He nods, watching you closely. “Not many people get to see this side of the club,” he says. “Guess you’re special, Y/N.”

The words are simple, but they make your heart skip a beat. You hold his gaze, feeling that pull again, that magnetic attraction that brought you back here tonight.

“Thank you,” you say, almost whispering.

He leans in, his hand resting on the back of the booth behind you. “It’s my pleasure, doll,” he murmurs, his voice a low, intoxicating murmur. “I meant it when I said I wanted to see you again.”

You feel yourself getting lost in his eyes, the promise in his voice making your heart race. And as you sit there, hidden away from the world, you realize that you don’t care about the consequences or what you’ve always been told.

As the two of you settle into the private booth, Bucky leans back, relaxed, his gaze never straying far from you. The low hum of the club fades into the background, and for the first time, you feel as though you can truly open up. There’s something about him—something magnetic, confident, almost disarming. It’s as though his quiet intensity has created a space where you feel safe, unjudged.

“You know,” he says, after a moment of comfortable silence, “you’re different than most people who come through here.”

“Different?” you echo, taking a sip of champagne to cover the sudden rush of nervousness. “How?”

He smiles, his head tilting thoughtfully. “Most people here, they’ve got something to prove. Or something to hide. They’re running from their lives or getting a break from them. But you? You seem like you’re still figuring out what it is you want. Not in a bad way. It’s…” His voice softens as his eyes sweep over you. “It’s refreshing.”

You can’t help but smile, feeling a flicker of warmth at his words. But that warmth quickly fades into something more bittersweet, a feeling that gnaws at the edges of your happiness. You glance down, fiddling with the stem of your glass as you think of your father, of the tight restrictions he’s kept on you for so long, and the rules you’ve never dared question.

“Maybe that’s because I don’t know what I want,” you murmur, barely loud enough for him to hear. “I don’t think I ever learned how to decide that for myself.”

He studies you in silence, letting the confession linger in the space between you. Bucky doesn’t press, doesn’t pry—just waits, watching you with a quiet patience that feels comforting.

“It’s just…” you continue, hesitating, unsure how to explain the life you’ve led, the one so tightly wrapped in rules and boundaries. “My father has always been very… strict. Growing up, I had a list of things I could do, places I was allowed to go. There were rules about what I could wear, who I could talk to.” You give a short, bitter laugh, almost embarrassed to admit it. “My whole life has been about following those rules.”

Bucky’s expression shifts, his jaw tightening slightly. “He must be real protective of you.”

“Protective? Yes,” you say, nodding slowly. “But it’s more than that. He always said he was trying to keep me safe, but…” You trail off, staring into your glass. “It feels like I was more of a possession than a person sometimes. Like I was something he could control.”

Bucky’s hand rests on the back of the booth, his fingers inching closer to yours as he leans forward. “Must have been lonely,” he says quietly, his voice gentle, understanding.

The truth of it hits you in a way you weren’t expecting. You’ve never been allowed to admit that, not even to yourself, but hearing it said aloud feels oddly freeing. “It was,” you confess, barely above a whisper. “I think that’s why I stayed. I didn’t know any other way to live.”

A quiet moment stretches between you, and then Bucky speaks, his tone warm but filled with a fierceness you hadn’t seen before. “You know, there’s more out there than just following someone else’s rules, Y/N. There’s a whole world waiting to be discovered—by you.”

His words make something tighten in your chest, a thrill mingling with fear. It’s tempting to believe him, to imagine a world where you could make your own choices, live by your own rules. But the thought is daunting, and part of you wonders if you’d even know where to begin.

“I don’t know if I’d know how to live like that,” you admit, your voice wavering slightly. “It sounds… wonderful, but it’s not easy. Not when I’ve been told my whole life what’s right and wrong.”

“Right and wrong?” he repeats, an amused smirk quirking at the edge of his lips. “Who’s deciding that, doll? Your father?”

You hesitate, feeling a swell of defensiveness and something else—guilt, maybe. “I mean, he’s only ever tried to protect me. He says that the world’s dangerous, and that if I’m careful, I’ll stay safe.”

Bucky’s gaze darkens, something unspoken flickering in his eyes. “And what’s that gotten you? Safety? Or just limitations?”

The question hangs heavy between you, and for a moment, you don’t have an answer. You think about your life as it’s been: the curfews, the rules, the carefully monitored friendships, the way you’d once looked forward to every day shrinking into a comfortable, predictable routine. And it hits you that you don’t remember the last time you actually felt alive, felt excited about something. Meeting Bucky, coming back here tonight—these things have pulled you out of the haze that’s been your life, made you realize just how small it had become.

“I don’t know,” you say, feeling that truth in your bones. “I just… I’ve never known any other way.”

Bucky’s gaze softens, his hand moving closer until his fingers brush lightly against yours. “Maybe it’s time to change that,” he murmurs, his voice low, almost a whisper. “To start making choices for yourself.”

His words stir something in you, something you’ve ignored for far too long. Maybe it is time. Maybe there’s more for you out there, more than just the safe life your father has laid out for you. The thought is thrilling and terrifying, a leap into the unknown that you’re not sure you’re ready for.

But sitting here, under Bucky’s intense gaze, you feel a flicker of courage.

“What if… what if I don’t know where to start?” you ask, barely realizing you’ve spoken the thought aloud.

Bucky smiles, a quiet, reassuring smile that makes your heart skip a beat. “Then start with something small,” he says. “Just one little choice that’s all your own.”

The suggestion feels manageable, like a tiny, contained spark in the face of a bonfire. You look down at your hand, still so close to his, and a thought occurs to you, simple and impulsive.

“Then I choose to stay here,” you say, your voice soft but certain. “With you.”

Bucky’s eyes flash with something you can’t quite name, and his fingers close gently over yours. He doesn’t say anything, but the look in his eyes tells you more than words could. It feels as though a silent promise has passed between you, a vow to share this moment and maybe more.

“You made a good choice,” he says, voice low and sincere. “You’ll find it’s not so bad, choosing what you want for yourself.”

And as you sit there, wrapped in the warmth of his presence, you realize that for the first time, you feel free. It’s a small thing, yes, but it’s the beginning of something bigger. It’s a spark, a chance to break away from the life you’ve known, to carve out something that belongs only to you.

“Thank you,” you say softly, meeting his gaze. “For… for making me feel like I could do that.”

Bucky’s grip tightens around your hand, his gaze unwavering. “Sweetheart, you don’t need anyone to give you permission to live your life. But I’ll be here to remind you, as often as you need.”

The weight of his words settles over you, grounding you, anchoring you in this moment. And as the evening stretches on, you find yourself leaning into this new feeling—this strange, exhilarating freedom. You don’t know where this will lead, but for the first time, you’re not afraid of the unknown. For the first time, you feel ready to face it.

The hours seem to slip away as you and Bucky talk, wrapped up in a world that feels like it belongs only to the two of you. Conversation flows easily, and each answer you give, every shared look, every quiet laugh feels like a step further into uncharted territory—a life you never imagined could be yours. With each word, each moment, you feel yourself coming undone, shedding pieces of the careful person you’ve been told to be.

You learn more about him, too, though his answers are sometimes elusive, his stories sketched in broad strokes rather than fine detail. He talks about Brooklyn, about the fast changes sweeping through the city, about what it means to take control of your life and make your own choices, no matter the risk. And there’s a gleam in his eye when he speaks of it, a sort of fierce independence that leaves you breathless.

He notices your rapt attention and smiles knowingly, and just as you start to look away, he reaches over, lifting your chin with a gentle hand. “Don’t go hiding now, doll,” he says softly. “You’ve got that look in your eye, like you’re learning a secret.”

Maybe you are. Maybe tonight is a door opening in your mind, a glimpse into a world beyond everything you’ve been raised to believe. You don’t want to look away. Not now.

The night deepens, the lights around you dimming further as the crowd in the bar begins to thin. You’ve lost track of time, and when you look at him again, you realize you’ve also lost track of everything else—the worry, the rules, the constraints of who you’re supposed to be. All that exists now is the weight of his gaze, steady and warm and laced with a depth you can barely fathom.

“Bucky,” you murmur, his name foreign but sweet on your tongue, “you’re right. I don’t want to live like that anymore. I want… more.”

He doesn’t answer right away, but the way he looks at you speaks volumes. The intensity in his eyes softens, a hint of something tender mingling with his usual confidence. You’re close to him now, closer than you’ve ever been to anyone before, and it feels so natural, as though you’re meant to be in this moment, with him.

As if sensing your thoughts, he brushes his hand along your cheek, his thumb tracing a soft line along your skin. “You deserve that,” he whispers, his voice barely audible over the distant hum of music. “You deserve to have everything you want.”

Your heart is racing, but it’s no longer just nerves—it’s excitement, the thrill of something new, something you’ve only read about in books or dreamed of late at night when no one was watching. Bucky’s thumb pauses, just beneath your lips, and you hold your breath, wondering if he can feel the heat rushing to your face, if he knows just how much you want this.

And then, as if time has slowed, he leans in, his lips brushing yours in a featherlight kiss.

It’s softer than you imagined, gentle and tentative, almost as if he’s waiting to make sure you’re alright with this, as though he’s giving you a moment to pull away if you want to. But pulling away is the last thing on your mind. Instead, you close your eyes, letting yourself melt into the kiss, letting him guide you.

It’s your first kiss, and yet it feels like it’s something you’ve waited your whole life for. His lips are warm, and there’s a softness to him that contrasts with his strong grip as he tilts his head, deepening the kiss just slightly. You feel his hand cradle the back of your neck, anchoring you to him, and it’s like everything you’ve known has been turned upside down, as if your world has narrowed to this single point of contact.

When he pulls back, his forehead resting against yours, he doesn’t let go. His eyes search yours, and there’s something vulnerable there, something that makes your heart ache in the best way.

“You okay?” he asks softly, a faint, tender smile playing on his lips.

You nod, your voice barely a whisper. “Yes,” you manage, feeling breathless. “I didn’t know it could feel like this.”

He chuckles softly, brushing a lock of hair from your face. “Then we’ll take our time,” he murmurs. “No need to rush. Just… let yourself feel it.”

You can feel the warmth of his hand against your skin, his thumb brushing slow, soothing circles on the back of your neck. The kiss has stirred something in you, a hunger for more—more of him, more of this feeling of freedom. It’s a feeling you didn’t know existed, a kind of heady joy mixed with an electric thrill, and you find yourself wanting to savor every second of it.

“I’ve never…” you begin, your cheeks warming as you try to find the words. “This is all so new.”

Bucky smiles, his gaze softening further. “I know, sweetheart. But I’ve got all the time in the world.” There’s a promise in his voice, a quiet reassurance that lets you feel safe, cared for. And in this moment, with him, you believe it.

“Thank you,” you whisper, not sure how to put into words everything you’re feeling. “For… for this. For making me feel like I could do something I’ve always been afraid to.”

He rests a hand on your cheek, his thumb grazing your skin as he studies you, as though he’s memorizing every detail of your face. “You don’t ever have to thank me for that,” he says, his voice rough with sincerity. “If anything, thank yourself. You’re the one taking the chance.”

The world outside this quiet, shadowed booth feels a million miles away, and you realize, for the first time, that you’re not thinking of anyone else—not your father, not the rules, not the life you’d been told to live. Here, with Bucky, you’re allowed to simply be.

As the night wears on, you talk in hushed tones, sharing fragments of dreams, whispered promises, and moments of laughter. And when he kisses you again, it’s no longer tentative or restrained, but warm and inviting, a promise of something more. It’s a gentle pull, a quiet invitation to step further into this new life that’s slowly taking shape before you.

And as you close your eyes, feeling his arms wrap around you, you can’t help but think that this—this feeling, this night, this person—might just be the beginning of everything you’ve been waiting for.

The weeks that follow are filled with secret rendezvous, stolen glances, and a flurry of emotions you’ve never experienced before. Bucky becomes your world, a thrilling, hidden part of your life that you keep safe from prying eyes and questions. You meet him on street corners, take long walks in the early morning hours, and share intimate moments in dimly lit corners of his bar. He shows you parts of the city you never knew existed, places tucked away from the polished streets you grew up on. With every touch, every lingering look, you feel yourself slipping further from the quiet girl your family knows and closer to the woman he’s helped you become.

But Bucky’s expression has grown increasingly serious each time he sees you. One night, after a quiet dinner at his place, he turns to you with a look that makes your heart race for all the wrong reasons.

“Sweetheart, we need to talk.” His voice is calm, steady, but there’s something heavier behind it. The warmth that always seems to light up his gaze is dimmer, a flicker of worry casting shadows over his features.

The unease in his voice sends a shiver through you. You reach for his hand, squeezing it gently. “What is it, Bucky?”

He pauses, his jaw tightening before he speaks. “There’s something I haven’t told you.” He meets your gaze, searching your eyes as though bracing himself. “About who I am. About what I do.”

The words make you stop short, your heart pounding as you try to read his face. But there’s no trace of the softness he usually holds for you; instead, he looks almost haunted, caught between protecting you and confessing something you suspect he’s wanted to share for a long time.

“Alright,” you say softly, not letting go of his hand. “Then tell me.”

Taking a breath, Bucky looks away for a moment, as if gathering himself, before he speaks again. “I… I’m not just the guy who owns that bar, Y/N.” His voice drops to a low murmur. “I’m in charge of a group of men—a group that does things your father would never approve of. People see me as… as someone to be feared. I’m the boss of a gang.”

You stare at him, processing each word slowly, feeling the weight of them sink in. The man you’ve fallen in love with—the man who taught you how to live outside the lines, who showed you how to think for yourself—he’s also a feared figure in the world of crime, someone your father would have you believe is dangerous and immoral. But despite the shock of it, you can’t seem to find fear in your heart. Instead, you feel something different, something even stronger.

“And… and you think that changes something?” you ask, barely louder than a whisper.

Bucky’s eyes widen slightly in surprise, as if he’d expected you to pull away or look at him with horror. “Y/N, this isn’t a small thing. It’s dangerous. You shouldn’t be mixed up in a life like mine. I can’t offer you the same kind of safety you’re used to.”

You shake your head, your hand tightening around his. “But I don’t want safety, Bucky. Not the way my father has defined it. You’ve shown me a different life, one that’s real. I can finally breathe with you, be myself. And if that comes with danger, then so be it.”

He looks at you, the disbelief in his gaze melting into something softer, something filled with a kind of raw gratitude. “You’re sure?” he asks, voice thick with an emotion he doesn’t quite name. “Because once you’re in, sweetheart, there’s no easy way out.”

You lean into him, closing the space between you, your hand resting against his cheek as you meet his gaze with unwavering certainty. “Bucky, being with you has taught me more than anything else in my life. I don’t care about what you do, or who you used to be, or what other people say. You showed me how to stand up for myself. That’s what matters to me.”

A mixture of relief and disbelief flashes across his face, and for a moment, he seems almost lost for words. Then, as if unable to hold back any longer, he pulls you into his arms, his embrace fierce, filled with a desperate kind of gratitude. You can feel his heart pounding against your own, and the depth of his feeling, the strength of his emotion, overwhelms you.

When he finally pulls back, his hands stay on your shoulders, as though to anchor himself to you, his gaze piercing as it holds yours. “I don’t deserve you,” he says, a quiet, honest confession.

You smile, touching a hand to his cheek. “Maybe you do.”

For the first time, he lets out a quiet laugh, a genuine smile breaking through the intensity of his expression. And then, slowly, he leans down, his lips finding yours in a kiss that’s deeper, more intense than any you’ve shared before. This kiss is filled with relief, with unspoken promises and the kind of love that goes beyond the superficial, the kind of love that’s forged in fire.

When he pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours, his voice barely a whisper. “I’ll protect you with everything I have. I promise.”

You nod, understanding the weight of his words. But you also know that you don’t need protecting, not the way you once thought. Because being with him has shown you that you’re stronger than you ever knew.

And as you sit together in the quiet of the night, Bucky holding you close, you know that this life, complicated and messy as it is, is exactly where you’re meant to be.

maybe a part 2 where y/n's family discovers their relationship? If you liked the story don't forget to like, reblog and drop a follow if you want to read more. <3

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mimicha-arts · 7 months ago

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Link Click Musical - Song translations

The original lyrics can be found on Niebo's blog Credits for tl & editing: @mimicha-arts, @sgdlr-asdfghjkl, @sciencehawk, @elaraqwq, @chocolatexiaoshi

M5 (CXS) Back to the past

Fear and guilt fall upon, mingling with each other, Helplessness and indecision consume me I once thought that I would never lose you Now, how can I go back to that time?

When I lost your trace and the signal of our bond broke I realised, changing the game* would overwrite the original timeline

*Cheng Xiaoshi changed a score of Chen Xiao’s basketball game

You reminded me, But I misunderstood Complaining about you indifference It's all my fault When you suffer, falling into the whirlpool of time and space

I can’t see, I can’t hear, I can’t catch up, I can’t find your silhouette, I can't guess, I can't speak, I can't think, I can't draw your traces Which time and space have your whereabouts? Will you be erased completely, disappear? As long as you can be saved, I do whatever it takes

Can I turn back the clock hands, Go to the past, pause time, and restart again? But a thousand pasts create all the futures

Even if we go back to the beginning, Even if you and I haven't met Let time restart again I have to go back and save you ~ As long as you can be saved, I do whatever it takes

M10 (LG) Broken time

Looking at you, lost in thoughts, I feel powerless Ridiculous me - feeling wronged, unable to voice it My lies unraveled Looming words of break up divide us, our shared history pales Meetings and farewells, the bitter end is an ending too

If you were to start all over again, you could make a mistake - rewrite someone's life And if I remained indifferent, let you get in trouble, how would you feel now? Would you blame me for staying on the sidelines, hiding the truth, for not warning you? False hopes impact the mission Inflamed emotions betray the trust

The light outside the doors has dimmed, There is no way to find a compromise, to make a different choice Despair holds hands with bitterness, leading me Behind the doors time is frozen - the betrayal is fanning up the flames Time pulls along the stubborn you and the conceited me

This rule traps you and me - the harder you fight, the harder you fall The outcome, destined by fate, is not something we can rewrite Crossing two timelines, the predestination of fate is an iron cage No way to escape from the intertwining of past and present Night and day clash with each other like you and me

The light outside the doors has dimmed - time behind the doors has frozen Silence holds hands with the darkness of night, flashes before my eyes Keeper of the rules, interfering in the fatal game - this is who I am Time pulls along the stubborn you and the conceited me

"Past or future - let it be" I lost

Source (recording from rehearsal)

#link click musical #link click #shiguang dailiren

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the-bus-called-graveyard-8 · 2 months ago

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can you show your entire madagascar collection?? sorry if you already showed it 😭

Sorry to sit on this ask for so long anon!! But I've finally sat down and photographed everything I've got! Turns out, there was a lot. So without further ado:

Long, picture-heavy post ahead. Image descriptions in the post body. Click for better image quality.

DVDs & DVD extras

Madagascar 1-3 + Penguins of Madagascar

Merry Madagascar, Party with the Penguins, and Madly Madagascar

The Penguins of Madagascar, Operation: DVD Premiere, New to the Zoo, Happy King Julien Day, Operation: Get Ducky, Operation: Blowhole, and Operation: Special Delivery

Operation: Video Fun (cereal box prize! It has two episodes on it, off the top of my head I want to say they were "What Goes Around" and "Snakehead!") and Operation: Search and Rescue (redbox ebay buy, I think it has six or eight season two episodes)

Marty's Rainbow Wig (Mada3 bonus)

2 Poppin' Penguins wind up toys (PoM Blu-ray bonus)

Video Games

Mada1 for GameCube, Mada2, Mada3, PoM and Madagascar Kartz for Wii, TPoM, TPoM: Dr. Blowhole Returns Again and Madagascar Kartz for NintendoDS, and Operation: Penguin for GameBoy Advance

Literature

Mada 1-3 + PoM movie novelizations

Madagascar: It's A Zoo In Here!, Madagascar Little Golden Book, Meet the Penguins!, Fish Happens: Words of Wisdom from the Penguins

Mada2, Mada3, PoM Concept Art books

Two Feet High and Rising, Skipper's Log, Elite Strike Force, King Julien's Guide to Ruling the Zoo, Banana-palooza

Learn to Draw Madagascar, two Penguins of Madagascar sticker and activity books

Mada2, Mada3, and four TPoM coloring books

DreamWorks My Busy Book (also features Shrek and Kung Fu Panda

Comic Books

Operation: Wonder from Down Under parts 1 &2, Operation: Weakest Link, TPoM Comics issues 1&2

DreamWorks Madagascar issues 1-4 + Madagascar 3: Long Live the King

Five Penguins of Madagascar comics + 1 book compilation When in Rome...

Misc. Paper Stuffs

Penguins birthday card

Three issues of Nick Mag featuring Madagascar, a few cut-outs from other issues, and a one-page ad for DirecTV featuring Mada3

Mada3 2013 calendar, Madagascar Magic Pen book, two paper Skipper figurines

three boxes of Valentines (two Mada3, one PoM)

two boxes of Mada themed cereal and two boxes of Mada themed fruit snacks

PoM puffy 3D stickers, Madagascar The Musical button set (featuring Alex, Marty, the Penguins and King Julien)

Toys and Collectibles

Skipper Happy Feet plush, King Julien Tsum Tsum plush, mini Skipper plush w/mini Meet the Penguin book (I also have a King Julien plush that is packed away somewhere I didn't feel like digging out)

TPoM Return to the Habitat board game, TPoM Clementoni Impossible Puzzle, TPoM Kidz Cards (I got shorted buying this; it was supposed to have Go Fish as well but I only got Crazy 8s), TPoM Uno

Five Madagascar figurines of Alex, Marty, King Julien, Gloria and Melman

Ten various Mada McDonald's toys

Cake toppers and rings that the baker at the local grocery store gave to me

My birthday cake from 2016, PoM themed of course (I still have the toppers, the cake is obviously gone lol)

Skipper, Kowalski, Rico and Private Funko Pops

Super Spy Penguins Hallmark Keepsake ornament

Apparel

Disguise Master baby Penguins shirt (Zazzle.com, no longer available), I Like to Move It Move It King Julien shirt (ebay), caroling Penguins shirt (Zazzle.com, I think this one is still available)

two TPoM kids backpacks, King Julien Loungfly bag

Miscellaneous

Penguins kids drink cup, TPoM Activity Coloring Roll

PoM ice cube molds

Skipper shaped flash drive, PoM keychain

TPoM inflatable punching bag

TPoM kite (I think I still have the actual kite, if my mom didn't get rid of it without telling me, but it's unfortunately broken)

TPoM decal sticker I made in Web Design class in high school and never stuck to anything

TPoM Hot Wheels car

PoM movie poster (torn and wrinkled and stained from mounting putty because I never put it in a frame lol)

And I think that's everything! I'd love to someday have enough space to actually put all this stuff out on display. We're moving next year so maybe 👀

Things I'd like to get someday

the last three TPoM DVDs I'm missing

Mada soundtrack CDs

Mada1 on VHS tape (just for funsies)

the comic books I'm missing (several)

Madagascar Sorry! board game

an autograph from Tom McGrath

#mada merch #grvyd8.pics #grvyd8.inbox

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piratefishmama · 2 years ago

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Crossing the Line | Part 2

For Eddie Munson, it started with a tweet. A random little tweet in his mentions that ignited his incredibly hard to control impulsive curiosity. One of his long-time followers and his best friends little brother, a boy with a love of DnD who only begrudgingly followed him after he recorded one of his campaign sessions and posted it to YouTube, pinged him a mention with a single link in it to Instagram captioned “roast him he’s ruined Crazy Train!”

Michael Wheeler you little shit. He’d get Nancy on that one, Mike’s obsession with roasting people was getting mildly out of hand.

But Eddie was a curious soul and someone had apparently ruined an Ozzy masterpiece, so of course he followed that link, he didn’t even hesitate, even let out a cute little “boop” out loud as he clicked it.

Now. Eddie Munson, could have probably been classed as a bit of a music snob. He wouldn’t go too far with his snobbery, but for some people... it was just an unwritten rule that some people deserved the snobbery to the max. They deserved the shit storm that came with Eddie’s brutal honesty and lack of verbal filter.

And Nepo-babies with nothing better to do than *fix* legendary metal tracks with their top 10 bubblegum bitch bullshittery were 100% deserving of the roasting his bitchiest of little sheep had called for.

Did he go a little overboard over the following week while bored shitless in between customers at his shitty non-chain coffee shop gig? Absolutely. Did he feel bad? Absolutely not. It’d taken him all of five minutes to decide Steve Harrington was the worst.

Even if the nepo baby thing wasn’t enough, he was spotted with a different piece of arm candy every month, he had girls and guys falling all over themselves to get a glimpse from him in their general direction, like, there were articles about fights breaking out in the audience of his shows because fans couldn’t decide which one of them he looked at. He lived in some fancy ass house if his insta photos were anything to go by which no doubt his parents bought for him, he did way too many PR stunts to make it seem like he was a good guy, and while his voice was… okay, it wasn’t bad… passable, it was passable…

It sure as fuck needed to stay in its own goddamn lane.

So, the boredom in between the rare rush thanks to the Starbucks down the street was filled with what could only be described as obsessive online bullying, his ADHD hyper fixated so hard, but no way was he even going to notice it, so Eddie didn’t even feel bad about it. The guy had so many people falling all over themselves in hopes he’d notice them that his measly little insults would probably wind up just buried in the sea of hormones and the occasional desperate “COME TO BRAZIL” hashtag Brazilian flag and several thousand heart emojis.

And just as a fun little topper on the ice cream sundae that was his weeklong bitchfit into the void, a lovely little cherry on top, he covered Crazy Train on his channel. Not just the guitar bits, but he made chords and tabs for the lyrics too, letting his sweetheart sing for him, he never sang on his channel, vocals were just for the band gigs, his channel was primarily game music covers but this one, this one he declared “This is what it’s supposed to sound like” in the intro then rocked it.

Eddie was all about freedom of musical expression, but Steve Harrington could go suck a fat one if he thought he was getting away with ruining a masterpiece with his croony bullshit.

“So” The week after he’d finally put his one sided feud to rest, found one Nancy Wheeler, the instigators older sister sidling up to the counter mid-way through the most boring Sunday shift Eddie had ever worked in his life.

“Wheeleeerr, my sister from the most boring of misters, what can I get you babydoll?” He didn’t even need to ask, and she didn’t actually need to say it, he was already halfway through making her fancy little favourite, a cinnamon hazelnut latte with soy milk knowing she probably only had five minutes before she’d have to bolt again.

“Eddie… why have you spent the better part of a week harassing a celebrity on Instagram?”

“I think you mean an entire week, your little brother released the dogs of war. Aaaand the ADHD told me to do it.” He grabbed one of the little honey buns from the treats display and popped it onto a plate for her “forgive me honey bun?” A pet name AND a treat combined. She rolled her eyes fondly before accepting the free treat. “Why do you ask?”

“No reason.” There was absolutely a reason, but… honestly he brought whatever was coming to him upon himself. Sort of. She'd stand in his corner if shit got real. “I’ll handle Mike, don’t harass celebrities until you’re actually a celebrity, and even then, don’t harass celebrities.”

“It’s not like he’d notice, let’s be honest he has more fans than there are stars in the sky, all of them, and I do mean all of them, fully up for bearing his children.” Seahorse dads in the house! But also, mpreg too, ass babies unite. “It’s not like some rando having a questionably obsessive and lowkey aggressive meltdown over his ‘I’m bored as shit’ experiment would ever grace his radar.”

“I’m just saying Eddie, you never know who you’re going to reach with your online nonsense, if you ever want to get out of this place, you’re going to have to play nice with people from all walks of life, including nepotism babies.” The bark of laughter that erupted from Eddie Munson would have probably insulted most people, but Nancy had known him for years. He was listening, he was, there were just layers upon layers of automatic reactions to get through before he’d visibly take in what you were saying. “He could be nice, you never know.”

“Oh yeah, his royal highness seems lovely. Did you know people used to call him King Steve?” Seemed like the worst person on the planet masquerading as a semi-decent guy. Eddie wasn’t fooled in the slightest. “Your drink, mademoiselle!” He presented her with a large to-go cup filled with her favourite beverage.

“Don’t you have some odd little moniker on your youtube channel?” She asked behind the lip of her cup, before taking a sip and humming in appreciation. Even if he was a little shit, Eddie could make a mean latte.

“That’s a persona, it’s an online personality! People calling me Kas is different, people just called him that cause of how much ass he got. It’s weird, I bet he started it himself and paid his cronies to use it until it caught on.” That was good, maybe he’d pick his feud back up just to lay that one on him. “Seems very nepo baby of him, y’know? Can’t get a good nickname circling so he’s gotta buy one.”

“Wouldn’t his parents have bought it for him?”

“Ohhhh Wheeler good one! Nice nickname, did your daddy buy it for you? Babe, sugar plum, I love you. Imma write that one down for later.”

“Please don’t.” He was already off, and she caught sight of her smartwatch beeping about some meeting she was close to being late for. “Shoot! Gotta run, no more harassing celebrities!”

“I promise nothing!” Ah well, it probably wasn’t that big of a deal that Steve Harrington’s best friend had DM’d her, probably not a big deal at all, probably meant nothing... probably.

Part 4

#PirateWrites #Ficlet #Steddie #Crossing the Line #Stranger Things AU #WE HAVE A TITLE NOW #best friends Eddie and Nancy whee #i tried doing a tag list it didn't work sorry :(#hope it reaches you those who wanted to be tagged!!

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devildom-moss · 1 year ago

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Roses for You (3)

This had all started when you noticed a link between a book on the language of flowers you had borrowed from Satan’s room and the current lessons from your Seductive Speechcraft and Magical Potions classes.

In Seductive Speechcraft, you had just reached a section on the effectiveness of spells using non-verbal communication: enchanting glances, dance, and offerings. Meanwhile, in Magical Potions, the professor had been discussing the significance of using specific quantities when concocting potions; they had spent fifteen minutes just providing examples – including adding petals from two different flowers when using them for a love spell.

You couldn’t resist discussing the use of flower language – utilizing the type, color, and quantity of the flowers – to specify the magical intent of an offering as a form of seductive speechcraft. Asmo and Solomon listened intently. The same idea popped into both of their minds, and before you knew it, everyone was looking into color and number meanings, searching for the perfect combination to convey their feelings for you and try to put you under their spell. The only rule for their little competition to charm you? Only roses are allowed.

Will you be charmed by their attempts?

Three Roses - Leviathan

Word Count: +700

"I love you"

You had fallen asleep in Levi’s room last night while he was gaming. Too exhausted to keep playing with Levi, you curled up in the massive blanket and pillow nest that he had so carefully crafted before your arrival. Levi was even considerate enough to select a chill single player game as you dozed off. Ambient music, the soft clicks of controller buttons, and Levi’s occasional humming soothed you to sleep.

It wasn’t until he gifted one of the romanceable characters a flower and watched their heart gauge increase that he remembered all the research he had done that week to come up with the perfect rose color and number combination to convey his feelings for you. Levi scrambled to grab his phone and opened the tab for the online flower delivery service he had looked into (by some miracle, they had a 95% rate of 5-star customer reviews, and Levi figured that was worth a try). The delivery was scheduled for first thing in the morning with the hope that Levi would be able to surprise you when you woke up.

With the order confirmed and a tracking link for his delivery, Levi finished up his day in the game and saved before he crawled into the nest with you. He curled up with his head on your thighs and drifted into a light slumber. This was the reason Levi made nests when you planned to stay the night. His bathtub was a bit cramped, and it was more suitable for spooning than for him to cuddle up against your legs – not that he hated being your little spoon, but nothing was better than getting to bury his face in your thighs.

Levi got a notification that woke him up early. You were still asleep when he slipped downstairs and retrieved the delivery. The roses were perfect. He prepared them, trimming the stems at an angle and placing them in a vase before he brought the roses upstairs. Levi set the vase down on a table near his tub. That should be safe for now. Excitedly returning to his nest, Levi cuddled back up to your thighs, nuzzling your skin. He couldn’t wait for you to wake up – nor did he have to. The pressure on your legs caused you to stir with a soft groan.

“Levi,” you moaned, knitting your brows, and opening one eye.

Much to his embarrassment and disappointment, Levi shot up from his position on your thighs with a squeak. The dim blue light of the room was still bright enough to illuminate his blush-stained cheeks. “H-hi. Good-g’morning, MC. Did you, uhm, sleep well?”

“Morning, babygirl.” You sighed and shifted up on one elbow. You heard something like a stifled whimper from Levi’s direction.

“I-I got you a present,” Levi added quickly in a hushed voice. He scrambled up to grab the roses.

“A present?” You sat up fully, yawned, and stretched. When you opened your eyes again, using both hands, Levi held out a vase with three dark pink roses in it. Even in your half-tired state, your brain still registered the number’s meaning: three – one for each word. I love you. A tired grin found your lips. Dark pink, on the other hand, you thought, affection? No. A different “a” word. Appreciation, maybe?

You got your confirmation when Levi shut his eyes tight – his face turning a vibrant, but much softer shade of pink than the roses – and spoke louder than he intended, nearly shouting, “Thank you for loving me!”

“Come here, babygirl. Come cuddle with me.” You motioned for him to join you. Levi searched the room for a stable surface to set the roses on so he could crawl into your embrace. He was straddling your lap when you pulled him in by the hips and looked up at his flustered face. “Can I kiss you?”

Levi squeaked again and quickly nodded – too shy to give you the “yes, please” that was screaming in his head. You gave him a slow, gentle kiss that earned you soft moans.

When you pulled back, Levi was panting slightly. The blush still stained his face up to his ears. “Uhm, would you mind if we – well, could you stay here today and l-love me a little more?”

“I’ll love you as much as you want me to.”

#you cannot convince me that Levi doesn't prefer babygirl to babyboy. thank you. I will not budge on this issue.#leviathan #gn!mc #obey me series #obey me #obey me leviathan #also y'all have until midnight tomorrow to vote in the poll~#leviathan x reader #leviathan x mc

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 2 years ago

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I HAVE ALL THE CHAD THOUGHTS READY

first one, can i PLS have a blurb about in scream 5 when chad gets stabbed in the backyard, reader goes outside and sees it, losers her shit, and has to be pulled away from him (kinda similar to the one scene in scream 6)

Warnings: stabbing, blood

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Initially, the party was a memorial for Wes. Everyone quickly forgot after a few beers — and shots —, though, acting like it was a regular party. Music was blasting, people were laughing and making out as if there wasn’t a masked killer on the loose.

Did they all forget what happened in 1996 and 2011?

You seemed to have forgotten too because your mouth was on Chad’s, making out on Amber’s couch.

Neither of you were insensitive to Wes’ death. People just mourn differently. Wes and Chad had been friends since middle school, his death had affected him more than a lot of people present tonight. Although he came here to celebrate his friend, he was tired of being sad and needed a distraction and comfort, which he all found in you.

There was no rush as you kissed, just gentle caresses and tender touches. Chad’s hands were on your waist, fingers slipping underneath the bottom of your shirt. You would rather have his hands groping you under your clothes, but you had to keep it PG-13.

He trailed his lips down to your neck, causing your fingers to curl into the material of his shirt. ‘’Want to go upstairs?’’

‘’Like…upstairs?’’ Chad questioned, halting his kisses.

You nodded, closing the gap between your lips again. Strangely, Chad didn’t kiss back.

He gently pushed you away. ‘’Don’t take this the wrong way, but I’ll have to pass on that tonight.’’ His hands rubbed over your thighs, wishing tonight was just a regular party.

You laughed, sitting back on his lap. ‘’Why? You think I’m the killer?’’

Beneath you, Chad baffled. ‘’No no no!’’ he quickly said, then pulled you close again. ‘’Look, usually I would be all in for going upstairs, but tonight is different. According to Mindy’s Stab rules, people who have sex at parties are more likely to get killed and I kind of don’t want to die. I’m also a legacy, which makes me one of the targets. I’d rather not take the risk.’’

‘’We could lock the door. Stay there all night. Amber’s parents won’t be back until tomorrow.’’ You dragged your finger along his jaw and down the column of his throat, trying to get him to change his mind.

‘’The safest option is to be down here, with all the people—’’ Chad insisted, but you put your sulking face on and got off him. ‘’Where are you going?’’

‘’Getting some air.’’

After sending five messages in the span of twenty minutes and not getting a reply from you, Chad decided to go look for you outside. It wasn’t safe to go by himself — another of Mindy’s Stab rules —, but you were his girlfriend and he was worried.

Candlestick stick in hand, he ventured into the darker part of the backyard. ‘’Y/N?’’ he called into the dark.

Chad wasn’t easily spooked, but right now he didn’t feel comfortable. With the recent events with Tara, and Wes and his mom, he couldn’t be blamed for being a little scared of shadows and dark places.

He called your name again, and his phone beeped with a new message. Chad reached for it and drew his eyebrows as he read. Come find me, it said with a like of your localisation. Without thinking twice, he clicked on the link and let his phone take him to you.

Playing games of hide and seek was nothing new for you and Chad, but you were never that cryptic. It was usually just a picture of something at your location and him to find you. This was a trap.

He let his phone lead you to you, relief washing over him when seeing you were fine. He put his hand on your shoulder and your heart almost jumped out of your chest thinking it was the killer. ‘’Finally!’’

‘’Fuck, Chad, you scared me!’’ You hit his chest, but he didn’t react.

‘’What’s the weird message of sending me your localisation?’’

Confusion formed on your face. ‘’What? I didn't send you my localisation. My phone is at 1% battery, it's basically dead.’’

‘’Then who—’’ Chad's question was quickly answered as ghostface emerged from the trees and a scream - - from your throat.

Chad quickly turned around and tried to hit the masked killer with his candleholder, but ghostface stabbed his knife right into his thigh. It was Chad’s turn to scream — of pain, this time.

‘’Chad!’’

He aimed again with the candleholder, hitting ghostface right in the face.

Getting away would have been the smartest idea, but you couldn’t leave Chad there. Once the person was tackled to the ground, you grabbed Chad’s hand and dragged him away, running and limping through the excruciating pain in his bleeding thigh.

It was a matter of time before ghostface would get back up and go after you again. You have seen enough Stab movies to know they always get back up.

You kept running, trying to reach Amber's house before he caught up to you, but Chad was slowing down. ‘’Come on, babe. We’ve almost reached the back porch.’’

You caught him as he was about to fall, helping him stay up and supporting him all the way to the house. It was difficult, Chad's bodyweight being much heavier than yours, but you made it.

Unfortunately, ghostface made it too and stabbed Chad’s shoulder, the abruptness of the knife making him topple forward on the lawn.

Screams from the partiers on the back porch echoed, yet no one came to help as ghostface kept stabbing your boyfriend. Fucking assholes.

You tried to fight back, but the killer stabbed your lower stomach. Blood seeped through your shirt rapidly, your hands automatically coming over the wound.

‘’Help!’’ you screamed desperately, looking back at your classmates.

One of them kicked into action and a pair of arms pulled you back from Chad.

‘’No! Help him!’’ You struggled against their restrain, trying to get back to Chad. ‘’Chad!’’ you screamed with tears streaming down your face as ghostface stabbed him again and again and again.

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darkrpfinders · 2 months ago

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Hello there!

(I) About Me

Hello! Thank you for clicking on my post and giving this a read! I am a college student but that doesn't really hurt my availability too much. I am on everyday, even if it is for just an hour or so. I could even send posts multiple posts daily or at minimum, a post every other day. I am someone who loves OOC chatter! I love to make character boards, send music that reminds me of the roleplay, and just gush about what is going on in our story! With that little introduction out of the way, let's move on!

(II) Rules

1. Please only contact me if you are over the age of 18 as I am over 18 myself.

2. Characters used must also be at least 18. If not, they must be aged up.

3. Please be engaged in the discussing process. If you don't show much interest before the roleplay begins, I will believe that you don't have much interest to the roleplay itself.

4. Please write with proper grammar and pronunciation in your posts. I don't mind if that is not shown in regular messages but please come with it for the thread.

5. No one-liners. I personally don't like to write less than 3 full paragraphs and one-liners do not provide me much to work with. However, I do give the option for mini roleplays to go along with our main roleplay to help expand the world. For that, I am perfectly fine with shorter responses like one-liners. I love writing and I figured this would be a fun way to do that and further along the story!

6. Please post consistently. If replies are inconsistent, sadly my interest in the roleplay wavers. I prefer more frequent posts but if you let me know that you only post once a week, or even once a month, that is perfectly fine with me!

7. I prefer to write on discord servers as that allows everything to be more organized BUT if you prefer to write somewhere else, I do not mind writing threads there. However, I do request a place where we could have things be organized.

(I promise I'm not going to be stern when we talk! I'm very easygoing!)

(III) Fandoms

If a character is below the age of 18, they WILL be aged up to at least 18.

Dragonball Z/Super

Who I'm looking for: Android 18, Android 21

Who I can play: OC. Krillin, Vegeta, Goku, Gohan

Pairing(s) I'm hoping to write: OC x Android 18, OC x Android 21, Krillin x Android 18, Vegeta x Android 18

Metroid

Who I'm looking for: Samus

Who I can play: OC

Pairing(s) I'm hoping to write: OC x Samus

Naruto

Who I'm looking for: Sakura, Ino, Temari

Who I can play: OC, Naruto, Shikamaru, Sasuke, Kakashi, Itachi, Neji

Pairing(s) I'm hoping to write: OC x Sakura, OC x Ino, Naruto x Sakura, Shikamaru x Temari

Pokemon

Who I'm looking for: Cynthia, Protagonist CC/OC

Who I can play: OC, Protagonist CC/OC

Pairing(s) I'm hoping to write: OC x Cynthia, Protagonist CC x Protagonist CC, Protagonist OC x Protagonist CC, Protagonist OC x Protagonist OC

Stranger Things

Who I'm looking for: Eleven

Who I can play: OC, Hopper, Mike, Dustin, Lucas, Will, Jonathan, Steve, Billy, Nancy, Robin

Pairing(s) I'm hoping to write: OC x Eleven, Hopper & Eleven(STRICTLY PLATONIC)

Teen Titans

Who I'm looking for: Starfire(DCAMU)

Who I can play: Nightwing(DCAMU), Batman, Superman, Flash. OC

Pairing(s) I'm hoping to write: Nightwing x Starfire

The Legend of Zelda (Please have a knowledge of most of the games/story)

Who I'm looking for: Zelda

Who I can play: Link

Pairing(s) I'm hoping to write: Link x Zelda

Yu-Gi-Oh

Who I'm looking for: Akiza, Alexis

Who I can play: OC, Jaden, Chazz, Zane, Yusei

Pairing(s) I'm hoping to write: OC x Akiza, OC x Alexis, Jaden x Alexis, Chazz x Alexis

(IV) ORIGINALS

This is not going to be like the Fandoms section because... well, it's been such a long time since I had done an original plot! For an original plot, I would love to do a modern slice of life! I would also enjoy a medieval setting as well! Particularly with a Knight and a Princess. When it comes to tropes, I don't have specific ones that I'm dying to do. I enjoy most of them but I do enjoy a slow-medium burn. As for genres, as I mentioned before I would love a slice of life but I also like fantasy, action, even horror! There isn't much I'm not open to when it comes to originals!

(V) Goodbye

Thank you for taking time out of your day to read through this! I'm excited to hear from any and all potential partners! If any part of this had interested you, please go ahead and interact with this post! I hope you all have a wonderful day! Happy Writing!

#dragon ball rp #metroid rp #naruto rp #pokemon rp #stranger things rp #teen titans rp #legend of zelda rp #yugioh rp #dark roleplay #dark rp

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rp-partnerfinder · 1 month ago

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Hello there!

(I) About Me

(II) Rules

1. Please only contact me if you are over the age of 18 as I am over 18 myself.

2. Characters used must also be at least 18. If not, they must be aged up.

3. Please be engaged in the discussing process. If you don't show much interest before the roleplay begins, I will believe that you don't have much interest to the roleplay itself.

4. Please write with proper grammar and pronunciation in your posts. I don't mind if that is not shown in regular messages but please come with it for the thread.

(I promise I'm not going to be stern when we talk! I'm very easygoing!)

(III) Fandoms

If a character is below the age of 18, they WILL be aged up to at least 18.

Dragonball Z/Super

Who I'm looking for: Android 18, Android 21

Who I can play: OC. Krillin, Vegeta, Goku, Gohan

Pairing(s) I'm hoping to write: OC x Android 18, OC x Android 21, Krillin x Android 18, Vegeta x Android 18

Metroid

Who I'm looking for: Samus

Who I can play: OC

Pairing(s) I'm hoping to write: OC x Samus

Naruto

Who I'm looking for: Sakura, Ino, Temari

Who I can play: OC, Naruto, Shikamaru, Sasuke, Kakashi, Itachi, Neji

Pairing(s) I'm hoping to write: OC x Sakura, OC x Ino, Naruto x Sakura, Shikamaru x Temari

Pokemon

Who I'm looking for: Cynthia, Protagonist CC/OC

Who I can play: OC, Protagonist CC/OC

Pairing(s) I'm hoping to write: OC x Cynthia, Protagonist CC x Protagonist CC, Protagonist OC x Protagonist CC, Protagonist OC x Protagonist OC

Stranger Things

Who I'm looking for: Eleven

Who I can play: OC, Hopper, Mike, Dustin, Lucas, Will, Jonathan, Steve, Billy, Nancy, Robin

Pairing(s) I'm hoping to write: OC x Eleven, Hopper & Eleven(STRICTLY PLATONIC)

Teen Titans

Who I'm looking for: Starfire(DCAMU)

Who I can play: Nightwing(DCAMU), Batman, Superman, Flash. OC

Pairing(s) I'm hoping to write: Nightwing x Starfire

The Legend of Zelda (Please have a knowledge of most of the games/story)

Who I'm looking for: Zelda

Who I can play: Link

Pairing(s) I'm hoping to write: Link x Zelda

Yu-Gi-Oh

Who I'm looking for: Akiza, Alexis

Who I can play: OC, Jaden, Chazz, Zane, Yusei

Pairing(s) I'm hoping to write: OC x Akiza, OC x Alexis, Jaden x Alexis, Chazz x Alexis

(IV) ORIGINALS

(V) Goodbye

#18+ rp #Yu-Gi-Oh rp #The Legend of Zelda rp #Teen Titans rp #Stranger Things rp #Pokemon rp #Naruto rp #Metroid rp #Dragonball Z rp #dragonball Super rp

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sgdlr-asdfghjkl · 7 months ago

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Link Click Musical update 159

Middle of April summary, part 1

(big dog energy Wang Yifei and poor cat Guo Hongxu also the usual wmh&tcp)

I'm sorry if this batch of updates will be kinda weak, but I've been working a lot this week, I had no time to sort through the photos and the burnout is catching up on me and I just wanna sleep tbh /_\

⬆ Days we're gonna cover😇 First I'd like to focus on ghx&wyf days, bc they were quite eventful. And next update is gonna cover jyq's birthday to give it enough attention :>

Official announcements: The theatre released the schedule from May 13th to June 2nd. There will be more Jing Yanqiao, from new lineups we'll get Wu Yihan with Wang Yifei 🌟

They will also be doing a little game for the audience where they can bet what the score is going to be in 'Friendship's Faith' basketball matches. People who win the bet will be rewarded with basketball-themed special photocards. There's a whole video where Teng Chunpeng and Du Guangyi explain the rules of the event, so if ya wanna cluelessly stare at them talking for 2 min, I'll link that ><'

Links in replies: ^the vid mentioned above, wyf&ghx 13.04 encore, funi ghx clip

April 12th: Teng Chunpeng, Wang Minhui, Qian Anqi

wmh did raise his hand in time to make a heart ><'

the pout

April 13th, noon: Wang Yifei, Guo Hongxu, Qian Anqi

New lineup full of surprises 🌟 I'll link it, you watch it m'kay? It's better if you just watch it ;> Pay attention to Guo Hongxu's reactions to Wang Yifei's antics, like him covering the mic to sing 'Dive back in time'.

In sd interview ghx talks about the jump hug and says sth along the lines of: 'I seem to dislike it on a surface. In fact I liked it! [laughs] it was quite a fresh feeling (for the encore)'

April 14th, night: Wang Yifei, Guo Hongxu, Deng Xianling

He's learning!

#link click #link click musical #shiguang dailiren #lu guang #cheng xiaoshi #qiao ling #teng chunpeng #wang minhui #qian anqi #wang yifei #guo hongxu #source: weibo

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zarvasace · 1 year ago

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Four Swords Sanctuary writing discord server incoming! :D please read!

This server aims to curate a space and a community who will have fun discussing the Four Swords manga, as well as writing stories as a practice and an art.

Who will enjoy this server: anyone 16+ who enjoys FS manga meta, those who write or consume FS manga fan stories (of whatever format or genre that may be), or those who are familiar with the manga and would like to better their writing and storycraft through community.

Who will not enjoy this server: anyone 15 or younger (we love you, but this is not the place for you!), those who want a place to talk about general Zelda stuff or Linkverses, those unfamiliar and uninterested in becoming familiar with the FS manga, those that dislike shipping (Links and otherwise), or those not looking to connect with other creators or consumers.

If you still are interested, and would like to visit (or stay forever!), please click read more below!

If you have more questions, please click read more below!

Here is the Link (aha) to the server! I encourage you to spread this around, especially with people outside of Tumblr. It shouldn't ever expire.

(I'm being formal about the introduction and rules and stuff here but I do hope that this becomes a more casual, low-pressure place to talk!)

All rules and things are in there, but if you still have questions prior to joining, here is more information.

Please note that we allow and encourage:

All kinds of creators and creations: prose, poetry, art, comics, crafts, music, whatever your heart desires. There is a focus on writing prose fiction, though.

All ships (except minor/adult and incest ships—we do not consider shipping any of our characters as incest in canon)

NSFW and extreme content in the right channels

Critique, when asked for

Self promotion in relevant spots

Pet pictures

Talk about other Zelda games, particularly actually playing them

Casual off topic discussion (this is a focused community, but a community nonetheless)

We do not allow:

Anyone under 16, thank you for respecting that

A lot of LU/linkverse content (you can share off-topic things you make in your own channels though)

NSFW, whump, etc outside the appropriate channels, which are opt-in

If you have further concerns or questions, DM me here or on discord. :)

#four swords #discord server

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tabletoptrinketsbyjj · 9 months ago

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Trinkets, 68: Interesting baubles, semi magical objects and items touched by mystery.

A brass horn of dark elven design. Grim resolve fills the heart of those that hear this clarion.

A pitcher rimmed with marble and has dozens of tiny iron charms pressed into it, each shaped like a tiny fruit stand. When a single slice of fruit is placed into it along with any drinkable liquid, the liquid is infused with the flavor of that fruit as if a full day had passed.

A little teak box whose lid is shut tight. If opened, despair hits nearby creatures like a kick to the chest and whispers of darkness fills their heads. Within the container packed around straw padding is a nickel jackal idol, covered in frost. Knowledgeable PC's can determine that the statuette can absorb pain, misery and madness in a wide area lessening the woes of a building such as a hospital. This object has been fully charged and is now in the process of boiling off into that same energy back into the world. A fiend, divine being or extremely practiced mage are able to draw all the energy out of the idol in order to gain power for themselves.A self-lighting pipe carved from a red dragon's fang.

A dark, red-veined rock that bulges and pulses with Daemon blood. Religious PC's can determine that the object is a fragment of the blood-soaked realm of Khorne the Chaos God of Blood and Murder.

A long dress made of violet linen without pattern or embellishment except for a small porcelain badge of igniting flame sewn over the heart. When worn it ripples and undulates away from the porcelain badge like flames licking outward.

A haunted-looking skull covered in ominous runes, with gems in its eye sockets. The gems are just glass, and the skull is made of painted wood. Casual investigation will reveal that it's a stage prop, signed by a famous actor on the night of his final performance. It could be extremely valuable to the right collector. Spiritually attuned creatures can determine that the skull is haunted, but only by the actor's ghost. He wants it returned to his old theater and used in performances in his memory

A tiny onyx figurine of a dark elf wielding two scimitars.

A short, five-holed musical instrument made from a human femur. When the flute is played, it produces a complex, haunting tune in a minor key. The melody is never the same and emerges with in-difference to the flautist's ability or intentions.

A shell decanter from an ancient Triton empire.

An over the shoulder messenger bag containing a strange game with a thick rule book, colorful dice in various denominations, and tiny figurines. Some of the figurines look like the player characters.

—Click Here to be directed to the Hotlinks To All Tables post, which provides (As you might have guessed) convenient links to all of the loot and resource tables this blog has.

—Note: The previous 10 items are repeated for easier rolling on a d100.

A brass horn of dark elven design. Grim resolve fills the heart of those that hear this clarion.

A dark, red-veined rock that bulges and pulses with Daemon blood. Religious PC's can determine that the object is a fragment of the blood-soaked realm of Khorne the Chaos God of Blood and Murder.

A tiny onyx figurine of a dark elf wielding two scimitars.

A shell decanter from an ancient Triton empire.

An over the shoulder messenger bag containing a strange game with a thick rule book, colorful dice in various denominations, and tiny figurines. Some of the figurines look like the player characters.

A single person hide tent covered in rude charcoal drawings.

A green glass bottle of Waste Gin, a searingly potent alcohol from the Worthless North. The liquor is so high in alcohol content that it evaporates in the mouth. It's a much cheaper alternative to lamp or medicinal alcohol when it's pure, which is most of the time. When it's not, the drinker usually vomits for days, goes blind, suffers from limb paralysis or just dies. It's traditional on opening a new bottle to give the first drink to a random Halfling.

A miniature throne that could fit in one’s palm, recognizably modeled on one of a mythical ruler.

A shard of pure aqua, its surface ripples with a malevolent curse bestowed upon it by the Trickster.

A hideous ritual mask crafted of ropes, wood, hair, iron nails and hide, heavily infused with the fears of the its owner`s defeated foes.

A finely tailored bodice made from the softest, most supple leather taken from yearling lambs. The bodice is lined with samite and trimmed with beaded lace.

A blue woolen mantle the color of the clear sky, overlaid with an intricate pattern of brightly-colored feathers taken from a variety of bird species, including iridescent feathers.

A beautifully complex crystalline bauble of fey glass, blown by fairies that has a sheen of the colors of the rainbow.

A delicate music box that plays an enchanting melody, its inner workings intricately intertwined with the trapped souls, each of which adds another note to the song.

A collection of letters between and alchemist and a colleague arguing over the cultural terminology of a philosopher's stone and a sorcerer's stone.

A jagged green stone slab that looks like it's a part of a strange puzzle.

An elegant painting of a pair of twisted trees. One is blooming life with vibrant leaves and fruit which the other is dead with vultures perching on its bare withered limbs.

An iron scepter with a baleful sigil carved into the head

A dwarven brass puzzle cube with runes on it. Numerous rectangular pieces are interwoven with each other, and need to be moved in a particularly complex order to take it apart. Once solved, the puzzle dissembles to reveal a small sphere with the words “So you think you’re smart do you? Fuck off.” written on it.

A silver candlestick with a seahorse chop on the base.

A brass rod. Tapping it with another metal object or against a solid object causes it to resonate a full song for one minute.

A chunk of dogestone. Such color. Many shine. So heavy. Wow!

A cute pair of turquoise armbands decorated with vines and enameled flowers.

A fresh slice of cake that looks ordinary, but it has a faint aroma of roses and vanilla. It is wrapped in a silver foil with a crest of a lion and a unicorn. A small card attached to it reads: “A gift from the Duke of Montrose. Enjoy with discretion.”

A small ruby carved into the shape of a fiend's head. It can be worn as a pendant or set into a ring or other jewelry.

A flamboyant, and a somewhat impractical mask, made in the Feywild. It is fashioned out of several interposed, big and elongated butterfly wings that have an iridescent coloration and shift slightly, as if they were alive.

An old, cracked chamber pot made of pale pink porcelain and repaired with bronze to fill cracks like licking flames. Firelight in the presence of this pot dims and flickers, making the area pleasantly dark.

A lifelike bronze statuette depicting lovers feeding each other chunks of bread dripping honey, their limbs entwined. Their lips are stained red with dried blood.

A bleached linen sash embroidered with a prodigious vineyard growing from ash-thick earth, the grapes made of tiny amethysts. The ends of the sash feature small bronze plates with violet silk tassels.

A pair of silken sunset-orange knee-high socks features opaline arrows swirling like flames across the top of the foot.

A fiddle with bold lines, a walnut patina and craftsmanship that would impress even the most jaded artisan. The brass roundels and pure white gut reveals this instrument is truly made for a courtly musician. No matter the intention of the player... the song is always the same. A slow, droning hum followed by a maniacal overture of ferocious scraping.

A thick tin bracelet is etched with a screaming falcon, its gaping beak made of cracked marble; held aloft, shadows nearby flicker as if something races across them.

A small iron brooch shaped like a pair of puckered lips, its reverse engraved with a dozen names in tiny script.

A small ink brush’s whose handle is porcelain glazed with the lifelike image of a falcon soaring, with bristles from an eyas of the same.

A bronze disc engraved with an ancient juniper thick with berries, piles of the berries building small mounds all around the base. From the top of the disc dangles a rich blue silk ribbon, long enough to tie.

A thick dawn-gray linen jacket stuffed with goose down and features golden thread woven into the hems and into an esoteric rune on the back which looks like a distorted snowflake made of arrowheads. The wearer never feels the cold though their breath always clouds in a thick fog. Snow which lands on the jacket is immediately subsumed by it, disappearing in a flash of steam.

A tunic woven from some alchemically cultivated form of mint, and it smells strongly like it. Darker leaves are woven around the hem in the shape of storm clouds.

A leather wallet stamped with the image of a sailboat at full sail. It contains a full set of certified identification papers denoting that the bearer is a member of the shipwrights and sailmakers guild. The section containing the member's physical description (Height, weight, sex, race, eye, skin and hair color) is completely blank and could be filled in by anyone with half decent handwriting.

A small jasper pebble polished smooth and soft to the touch, almost squishy when held between two fingers. The swirls in its surface are reminiscent of a starting flame, just now catching hold.

A porcelain handled woodsaw with a bronze blade, the teeth immaculate but shaped like a terrifyingly bloodstained grin. Anything cut with this saw appears to bleed, regardless of material, seeping a small amount of fresh blood.

A pair of copper shears, the handles banded with porcelain etched like crashing waves. The blades are shaped like the prows of warships rather than practical triangles.

A tribal lyre made from a human skull, antelope horns, skin, gut and hair.

A dried reed scroll case containing a rolled parchment upon which is an apparent treasure map of the local area. It is written in a local dialect with cryptic script and markings. It clearly holds the key to discovering something of major value to anyone who can decipher what it is saying.

A calendar going back months with days crossed off, leading to blanks and a circle a few days from now.

A small bundle of letters, all from the same person, signed the same way, "See you soon love!"

An invitation to a charity ball rewarded for substantial devotion and contribution to community and individual wellbeing.

A tattered love letter dated years ago.

A small box wrapped in colorful paper. On the outside is written “For My Little Princess.” Inside is a music box; When wound, it plays a lullaby.

A boiled and waxed linen shirt featuring a silver-threaded peach tree espaliered; on inspection, the leaves are sewn with tiny eyes. Several of the branches seem to have already had their fruit plucked.

A written receipt from a transaction at an apothecary shop. Knowledgeable PC's or can determine that there's no such herb as Widows Grudge, and the note is actually written in the underground language of rogues Thieves Cant ordering an assassination.

A bill from a sorcerer listing an exorbitant amount of gold for a spell to cure a terminally ill child.

A letter to an unknown author's parents discussing the great time they are having at camp. It is written poorly and disjointed, and uses slang from other languages oddly within the writing. Knowledgeable PC's can determine that it is a coded letter from the author to their parents. They are being kept in a dungeon and have overheard plans to sell them to an underdark lord. It tells the reader to not believe any of their letters, and to send help immediately.

A small chest lined with soft fabric containing small eggs from various songbirds, a delicacy.

A series of intricately carved wooden tablets, each depicting a scene from yuan-ti mythology or history. The tablets are housed in an ornately decorated chest with intricate carvings and golden filigree work.

A staff that appears to be made of metallic bone and has a horned skull fitted to its top.

An obsidian draconic scale that shimmers with faint multicolored lights within its depths.

An old map of an unfamiliar location. If the parchment exposed to heat, indecipherable runes faintly appear. Are they magically inscribed, or is written in some sort of invisible ink?

A small stone statue of what is probably an eagle at rest about six inches high.

A knee-length linen tunic so fine as to be nearly sheer, with multicolored embroidered bands at all hems depicting wildlife, flowers and fantastical beasts.

A gnarled and fearsome mask riddled with eerie power which emanates from its bored-out eye sockets.

An underground map of the city. A few places are marked, but any text is illegible due to bad handwriting and water damage.

A palm-sized mirror in a copper frame.

A red ribbon that moves idly even when there is no breeze.

A one gallon cask filled with an alcoholic concoction known as Bilgewater. The liquid is not uniform in color, ranging from a blue-brownish to jet black depending on the ingredients and the crafter’s skill. Made by soaking the inner organs of various sea creatures in a fermented brine, the mixture is then run through a sieve to remove the bones and viscera. After drinking, the lingering taste of rotten, brackish seafood remains on the palette for a few hours. While foul to drink, you only need a little to get drunk and the marine offal it’s remarkably nutritious and a shot a day will keep you tipsy and stave off scurvy.

A press for making wax seals, complete with purple wax.

A brass figurine of a warrior with a spear.

An oversized ale stein plated with cold iron.

A reddish crystal shard wrapped in a wire cage and strung on a cord as an amulet. The crystal faintly glows and once it has been worn for a day and a night, it flickers in tune to the wearer’s heartbeat. Knowledgeable PC's can determine that the crystal was made from the fragment of a hero's hear that was magically turned to crystal after their death.

A bracelet made from braided iridescent cloth.

A chip of stone brick taken from the largest temple of the God of Random Domain on the continent. It is a pilgrim’s relic and remembrance of their long journey.

A decorative cloth with small shells sewn onto it an ocean pattern.

A blown-glass sculpture of an elephant small enough to hold in a palm.

A water skin that changes water into saltwater on command but not the reverse.

A baby blue ceramic pitcher that cools down water that's poured into it.

A wanted poster for a very handsome young thief.

A dining plate that was once shattered but put back together with golden glue.

A painted bird skull intended as a luck charm.

A wooden button for a tunic, designed to look like a shield.

A tin drinking cup that folds into a palm-sized disk.

A broadsheet from a nearby town filled with social gossip.

A child’s ceramic piggy bank that can only be opened by smashing it. If shaken, a few coins can be heard clinking inside. If smashed open, the coins are two copper pieces and one silver piece, all from a distant kingdom.

A dwarven crafted warhorn made from the tusk of the famous orc warrior and priest, Kuluk. The instrument is used to strike fear and terror in the hearts of humanoids. Its loud tone deafens any orc or goblin ear that its sound falls upon like the shriek of a dying cat.

A single pawn chess piece of almost inspiring ivory white wood.

A pair of fine, brightly colored silk scarves commonly used for elaborate dances.

A druid's wand that looks to be nothing more than narrow crooked branch of yew, with numerous, jagged twigs jutting off at random angles. Closer inspection a handful of bands of silver regularly affixed to its length.

A long, bony, decaying, blackened finger once belonged to the powerful necromancer Akaron.

A sacred silver mirror that does not reflect the viewer, but instead shows omens of their past or destiny.

A pair of brass goggles with smoked glass eyepieces. The strap is shaped like metallic serpents.

A sealed bottle of top shelf bourbon.

A black candle that burns a deep purple flame that produces no brightness, and a wispy, musty smelling smoke.

A rusted and chipped spade with an ancient wooden haft, it seems to whisper incomprehensible mutterings into the mind of whomever holds it.

A threadbare tapestry depicting the Apotheosis of Adam in Zlatoust, a fairly well known religious historical event.

A leather wallet stamped with images of woodworking tools. It contains a full set of certified identification papers denoting that the bearer is a member of the woodcarvers, coopers, and bowyers guild. The section containing the member's physical description (Height, weight, sex, race, eye, skin and hair color) is completely blank and could be filled in by anyone with half decent handwriting.

A child's leather vest with a small insignia of a wooden club on the back.

A gold anklet set with tiny iron charms in the beautifully abstract form of a clouded moon.

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royal1asset-if · 2 years ago

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My Very First Interactive Novel.

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Snippets: Dustin Wither, Amelia Payne, Luna Du Couteau, Serena Fairclough, Elric Graves, Conrad Hoyer

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Demo: Prologue up to Chapter 1

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Royal Asset is an interactive novel, about a group of people with exceptional skills that were tasked to defend the kingdom and it's crown. There are 6 love interest for you to choose from, 3 males and 3 females each with their own past and secrets for you to learn!

(Note: The RO's are not final. I might add more in the near future and that no romance is not a option. Also, I want this novel open as much as possible not restricting itself to the medieval time era or any kind of era. For example, I might put modern music in the novel.)

(Warning: 18+ Viewer discretion is advised! The story includes the following: Violence, Sexual themes, self-doubt, depression and many more will be added in the future.)

The game itself is currently in progress, where each chapter will be updated as I finish it.

The king is sitting on his throne, fidgeting anxiously.

Thinking how his life flashed before his very eyes, one assassin infiltrated his castle in the middle of the night and almost succeeded in taking his life.

" Haha! brooding my king?" his Royal Protector asked him.

"That obvious huh? Leon." the king said to his protector.

"Be quit, Leon! can't you leave the king in peace?" the king's Royal Wizard says annoyed, chastising Leon.

"You're always so grumpy! Leona!" he says to the wizard.

The king listening to the banter of the two, just can't help but to forget his present problem and laugh at their argument. Thinking how many years have passed, before they were children and playing around. These two are his most treasured friends and he can always rely on them to watch his back.

"Reminiscing my king? I can see tears forming on your eyes." Leon says.

"Yes, Leon I'm just thinking the good old days, now I have to manage this kingdom and ensuring safety to the people, not to mention almost getting killed in my sleep." the king says wistfully.

"Just remember you're not alone Hendrik!" Leona says gently, putting her hands on the shoulder of the king.

"I know, it's just taxing to oversee this all by myself!" he says frustated, hands clutching tightly

"That's what you get for being the heir." Leon deadpan. Before the king can something, Leon immediately cut him off.

"But worry not!, me and my sister here have thought of a plan to make your life easier!" he says triumphantly, fist raise in the air.

"Please do tell!" the king said tiringly.

"Hendrick, why not make a team that consist of people from different divisions." she says to the king confidently.

"We know the divisions have their differences and they are always at each other's throat, but this crazy plan might work!. he exclaimed skeptical.

"We just need to think of a group name, that will strike fear to the hearts of heathen and will be a beacon of light to the people.

"How about, "The Elites." she says.

"Too common Leona! we need something unique, "The Vindicators!" he says.

"Really Leon! "The Vindicators" the people upon hearing that, will think that they are mercenaries or thugs." she says exasperated.

The king closed his eyes and block out the noise of the arguing siblings and ponder what name will sound better.

"The Royal Assets!" he says aloud, it's name, reverberating through the castle walls.

The kingdom of Devontae, thrived and lived happily. King Hendrik rules his kingdom with a stern but caring hand. Ensuring the safety of it's people and punishing those who will disrupt the peace of his kingdom. With the council and advice of his "Royal Protector and Royal Wizard". His most trusted and treasured friends, ensuring that he will not fall from grace. But as time goes by, the king became weary as shouldering the weight of his kingdom alone is slowly taking a toll on him and one assassin almost succeeded in taking his life. His friends noticing this, decided to devise a plan that will help the king govern and protect his kingdom at the same time protecting the king himself.

They recruited the following people.

"Victoria Dare ,The Inquisitor. From the Knight Division"[F]

"Dante Bancroft, The Grandmaster. From the Assassin Division"[M]

"Ailwyn Elffire, The Sanguiner. From the Mage Divsion"[M]

"Kenred Ryder, The Hunter. From the Ranger Division"[M]

"Beatrice Delia, The Divine. From the Cleric Division"[F]

"Alessia Young, The Spectre. From the Rogue Division[F]

This warriors together, defended the people from injustice and dispose anyone who will do harm to the king. Operating both in the light and the shadows, they ushered the kingdom to peace and tranquility.

But as time goes by, our protectors grew in aged and wisdom. As well as their enemies becoming more powerful and cunning. Our protectors knows that time is against them and set out on recruiting new students. They started teaching, training and passing their knowledge to their new students.

As well as seeking the one who is worthy to bear their mantle and continue their legacy.

Will you be the one that will keep the peace in the kingdom or will you be it's liability and caused it's downfall?

MC's gender is locked to non-binary

*Customize your MC's physical appearance.

*Make choices that will affect the story and the people around you.

*Choose your class and mastery.

*Choose how the people will view you, will you be a merciful protector or a cruel warrior doing what any means necessary.

*Find love among the characters, know their story, see what makes them tick. 3 males and 3 females with their own personality.

*Will you follow your fate or make your own destiny.

*Each class has their own different story, so have fun exploring.

*Battle liches, dark knights, tackle conspiracy and many more!.

*Lead the team and be known as " The Peerless Dragon"!.

"Dustin Wither, The Roaring Lion. Knight Division" [M]

Role: Tank

Physical Appearance:

Weapons: Sword and shield.

"Guess, I'm built different."

A knight with a savior complex, they will always be the first one to the fray. Wanting to take most of the hits, so the team can hit back even harder. Their passion for protecting the innocents burns wildly, disregarding their own safety. Even it means dying they will not falter in their step, knowing that they will die honorably in battle and doing it for the greater good.

Ready to sacrifice themselves for the mission and for their friends. No matter what happens, they will always protect their friends even if it means losing a limp in the process, just to make sure their friends go home in one piece.

"Can your love endure the searing heat or will you be consumed by the raging flames?

"Elric Graves, The Watchful Eagle. Ranger Division"[M]

Role: Tracking

"What's life without risk?"

Physical Appearance:

Weapon Choice: Bow and short sword

Adventurous and care free is the word to describe them. Getting restless when staying for a place too long and doing nothing. To them life is supposed to be dangerous and exciting. A dancer and joker, they will always have a joke ready for every situation even in a life or death situation.

A daredevil and laughing at the face of death, they are always ready to accept any mission despite the risk. Always seeing the silver lining in everything even in seeing someone dying. To them seeing the team sad and glum is a horrible curse to bear.

"Will your love aim true or will it be broken in two"

"Conrad Hoyer, The Observant Owl. Mage Division." [M]

Role: Planner

"Why ever use your heart for thinking?"

Physical Appearance: Hair color blonde like gold, shaved short, reaching to their ears, Eye color calculating gray. Standing at 5'7 and skin color pale white. Lean body type.

Weapon Choice: Magic and staff

A pragmatic person and believing that the heart is the reason why people do things that they will regret later. Mind over matter, to them everything has a reason to why it came to pass. A perfectionist and straight-forward person. Not afraid to voiced out their thoughts and opinions on anyone. Not to mention drawing the ire of everyone.

They will ensure that the mission will go according to plan no matter what. Making sure that every data or analysis are 101% foolproof, even it means not sleeping or eating for many days.

"Can your love make them beat their heart one's more or will you be discarded like a failed experiment?"

"Luna Du Couteau, The Vicious Wolf. Assassin Division" [F]

Physical Appearance:

Role: Reconnaissance

"Emotions makes you hesitate and hesitation leads to death"

Physical Appearance: Hair color white as the moon, very short above their ears, eye color blue as ice. Skin color is fair like the light of the moon. Alethic body type. Standing at 5'8.

Weapon choice: Sword and dagger.

Their stare cold as ice and emotion locked deep within their heart. A virtuoso in the arts of assassination, may be in land, sky or water they will always hit their mark. As a lone wolf, they always distant themselves from others. Afraid that getting close to someone might open old wounds. Spent many years hardening their heart making it hard as steel and cutting out all emotions both heart and soul, making sure that it will not get in the way of completing their mission.

To them mission is first priority if it means sacrificing their friends. Using every resources at their disposal may it be life's or favors, they will not hesitate to do so, if it means securing the mission.

"Can your love thaw the wall of ice around their heart or will you freeze and cracked under pressure.

"Amelia Payne, The Zealous Bear. Cleric Division."[F]

Role: Healer

Physical Appearance: Hair color ginger like dying leaf, skin color is mocha like cinnamon, eye color is brown like their skin, Standing at 5'7 .Lean and athletic body type.

Weapon Choice: Hand to hand combat

"Even sadness can be a good thing, because it reminds that we are only humans.

The sunshine in the group, they are optimistic and supportive, but a very shy bunch. Believing that the world is not so simple as black and white. That there is more to cherish and explore in life. Don't mistake their kindness for weakness, for when provoked they will unleash their fury. Overprotective when it comes to their friends and showing their genuine concern to those who needs it, making them a motherly figure to everyone.

To them, the safety of their friends is what important ,than completing the mission, even it means if the king's life is at stake. Their very same friends who have been with them through thick and thin, making them family and a home to go back to.

"Can your love progress into something more or it will remained" stuck in first base?"

"Serena Fairclough, The Cunning Fox. Rogue Division." [F]

Role: Security Breaker

Physical appearance: Hair color is midnight black, skin color is warm ivory, eye color is swirling caramel. Standing at 5'6. Lean and small body type.

Weapon Choice: Escrima sticks and short sword

"They say never steal from a thief, but I think you got something that belongs to me."

A charmer and occasional poet, they always seemed to get what their heart desires. Gifted with a silver tongue, they can sway men and women both young and old. Not to mention has a knack for cracking open locks and safes. To them love is just a game, stealing hearts and after draining it's usefulness they will discard it afterwards. When the dust settles they, will ensure that they are the one left standing even it means fighting dirty to achieve what they want.

No mission will be safe from their hands and lock picks. No matter the difficulty they will always find ways to crack it. A improviser, they will always have a plan made on the spot just in case a mission gone awry.

"Can your love steal their heart or will they be the one that got away?

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