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I wanna be this Manatee.

Oh also my boss at a spa said I can make art and sell it in the shop we have. I hope that is true.

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Epilogue: Bloom

Pairing: Aurora x MC (Iris Everette)

Word count: 3.2 K words

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Warning: smut in the first half and I'm not saying anything else

Taglist: @miyakokurono @vampiregirlsblog @agent-breakdance @trappedinfandoms @openheart12 @sekizincimektup @lilyofchoices (let me know if you want to be added or removed from the list)

Songs: Two of us by Louis Tomlinson and Lover by Taylor Swift

Please forgive me for any mistakes

One year later.

The Boston sky seemed like an abstract painting. The sun was setting, and the entire sky was a mix of different hues of pink, purple and blue. There was an occassional singing of an nightingale, otherwise it's pretty quiet.

Almost hauntingly quiet.

Iris stood, basking in the rays of the dying Sun. She slowly bent down and placed the bouquet of forget me nots and a single sunflower near the cold headstone.

"Hey..." She softly spoke, as she made herself comfortable in the ground. After a cold, hard winter, the trees were slowly growing back the green leaves. After months of suffering, they finally bloom in spring, showing that time heals things.

"I know it's been a long time since I spoke to you. It was just hard to come here...makes it so much more real that you are not here in this world.." iris sighed, as she hugged her knees.

"Everything is great. I am not being sarcastic or anything. Seriously everything is so perfect that sometimes it feels like a dream. Ethan has given me a promotion to co-lead the diagnostic team, which I always wanted. I have even started going back to therapy. Because I know that if I didn't fix my mental state, you would haunt me in my dreams." Iris chuckled.

Picking at the grass near her, she spoke quietly. "Everything is perfect but you are not here... I think you would he happy to hear that Grayson is dead now. A month ago he was hanged for murder, assault and battery. I held such a huge party in celebration of it. I know, I know...what a sadistic bitch, but hey I think you can cut me some slack."

Tears welled up her eyes.

God I was hoping I could make it through without crying...

"I miss you so much. Oh! how much I wish that I could hold you one last time... It hurts but I am slowly making my peace with it. It's tough and challenging getting over not having you around but, I know you are in a happier place, playing healer for all the souls entering heaven."

She sat there for a long time, lost in her thoughts, as the sun set. When it started to get dark, she knew she had to make a move.

"Alright, I am going to go... My roommate will kill me if I don't make it in time for dinner." She pressed her fingertips to her lips and pressed it on the cool headstone. A lone tear rolled down her cheek. "I love you...I will never stop loving you."

She stood up, dusted herself and walked towards the exit, where her bike was parked. Clicking her helmet in place she revved the beast and zipped through the streets, towards her apartment.

She climbed up the steps and took her keys out to unlock the door. The moment she unlocked the door, she heard excited footsteps running towards her. She had hardly walked through the threshold when the huge golden retriever jumped on her.

"Hey Milo!! How's my boy doing? Hmm?" She bent down and hugged the dog. He was just a year old. "Who has been a good boy, huh?" She booped his nose and scratched the behind of his ears.

The pup just barked and ran in crazy circles around Iris. Iris let out a short laugh before standing up. "Where is mama, Milo?" She asked as she took her shoes off and hung her coat on the coat rack. Her girlfriend was very particular about these things.

Milo scurried towards the closed bedroom door and pawed the door. "That a boy.” She gave a last scratch behind his ear before entering the room and closing it behind her. She could see the bathroom door ajar and steam wafted out of the thin crack.

Iris stripped to get underwear and headed towards the bathroom.

"Hey baby." The voice called out, from behind the

"Hi." Iris opened the glass door and stepped in. She placed her hands on her waist and turned her around.

"EEE! What the hell Adara?!"

"What? Just saving water by taking a shower with you." She gave a sly smile as her hand reached down and grabbed a handful of her ass.

"You are incorrigible Adara."

"No I am in love with you, Rory. Get your facts straight!!"

Aurora pressed her lips to Iris'. "How are you? How was meeting your mom?" She took the shower gel and put it on the washcloth.

"It was nice... And peaceful. Will you come with me next time? I want you to meet her."

"Anything for you, my love." She lathered the soap and turned her around. Before she put soap on her back, she kissed the deep scar on her back. Iris just smiled into her shoulder.

"So... What do your parents think of me? I really couldn't get a read on them when we met the in NYC last week."

"Well, they definitely love you. My mom talked my ear off of how well behaved you are and loved your fashion sense. My dad went on and on that you were 200 times any man he had met. He was in awe of how you are co-leading one of the most prestigious diagnostics team and that you were perfect for me."

"Wow I am so honoured." Iris spoke as she turned around.

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Aurora started lathering the soap on her chest. Iris took a sharp intake of air when she felt the texture of the washcloth on her breasts along with the circular motion of Rory's hands. Iris was getting wetter with every movement on her breasts and her clenching stomach. He slow hands finally reached the place where she wanted her the most.

She brushed the sensitive folds and Iris let out a low moan. Aurora continued her slow circular motions, enjoying the way Iris was losing control and was completely at her mercy.

Oh this was gonna be so fun. Aurora thought wickedly.

She continued the torture for a very long time. Iris desperately wanted to climax. "Now, that's clean enough." Aurora said innocently as she moved her hand away. Iris' forest green eyes snapped open.

"Rory..."

Aurora didn't respond as she just gave an innocent smile and reached for the detachable shower head. She switched it on and started washing the suds of her body. She roamed her hand all around, touching everywhere, teasing her.

"Kiss me dammit." Iris said as she surged forward and kissed her, hard. Aurora let out a yelp but kissed back with equal fervour. She pushed Iris against the wall of the huge shower place. She pinned her hand against the wall and slid her thigh between Iris' legs.

"I like you like this. Wet." Rory said cheekily as she moved Iris' hair, so that she could kiss her collarbone.

"Stop fucking around. Fuck me Rory."

"And your wish is granted." Aurora spun her around and pushed her chest against the wall. Holding her hands above her head with one one hand, Aurora let her other hand wander around.

Her lips attached to the side of her neck, sucking and lapping the stray water droplets while her hand pinched Iris' nipples. She let out a hum of appreciation.

Sliding her hand down Iris' toned stomach, after an eternity, she finally reached her heat. Her long fingers circled her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure which made Iris moan.

She slipped her fingers into her her pussy and started fingering her. The heel of her palm continued to massage the sensitive nub of nerves. Iris shuddered from the over stimulation and let out a cry when her fingers brushed her sweet spot.

"Just like that Adara. There is a reason we got an apartment for ourselves. Scream my name."

Aurora curled her fingers and Iris was climaxing. She soared and fell simultaneously and her entire body shook with pleasure. Her knees felt weak and she leaned against the wall, not able to hold herself up.

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Aurora took out two towels. She wiped the water droplets accumulated on her porcelain skin. After she was done, she wrapped her with the towel and kissed her nose.

"There. All clean now.'

Iris smiled as she saw Rory wipe herself. She was just reaching for her pyjamas when Iris stopped her.

"What are you doing Rory?"

"Wearing clothes?"

"Babe... Did you forget about our 'no clothes in bed' policy?"

Rory raised an eyebrow.

Iris rolled her eyes and threw her over her shoulder and headed to bed. "I'm not done with you Rory!"

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It was 7 in the evening and Aurora's shift was over. She was exhausted. Being a senior resident was no joke. Managing her case load along with the residents and interns reporting to her was taxing. But she loved it. She enjoyed saving lives and shaping the future generations of doctors.

Aurora trudged to the locker room and changed into a pair of skinny jeans and a t-shirt with the 'Guns N' Roses' logo on it. She was wearing her shoes when an blue envelope fell out of her locker. Confused, she picked it up and opened it to see a short poem.

"Take me to the place we first met, Both partnered up, with eyes full of hate, But I would be lying to your face, If I didn't say that I wanted to be your babe." ~A

She realised it was Iris' handwriting. Place we first met...? AH! The foyer area.

Aurora picked up her satchel and headed towards the foyer area. She went to the softboard where they used to attach the intern list. Surely, there was another blue envelope pinned to the board. And next to it, Elijah was waiting.

"What's up Aurora?!" Elijah squeaked.

"I'm good but what's up with you?" She asked as she unpinned the envelope.

"Chilling. And waiting for Sothy..Needed to talk to him.. Y'know the usual drill." Elijah gave out a nervous laugh. Aurora narrowed her eyes but decided to not give it any mind. Opening the letter carefully, she found another poem-

"Take me to the place where we had each other's back, Complementing each other, which other people lack, You panicked and didn't know what to do with your hands, And then I came and told you to take a deep breath and relax."

This was definitely regarding the triage they had performed during the subway accident. That was the only time Aurora had frozen. Even then, Iris was such a sweetheart. She quickly walked down to the ER.

She reached the nurses' station and Sienna was standing there, in her casual clothes signing her charts. "Hey Sienna." Aurora said as she subtly looked around, trying to find a blue envelope.

"Hey Aurora! Looking for something?"

"Huh? Yeah kinda..."

"Well, I think this might help you." She slid a blue envelope towards her. Aurora took it. "Do you have any idea what's going on?"

"I don't know Aurora. Iris just gave this to me." Sienna shrugged.

Tearing open the envelope, she found a amethyst stone necklace. It was her birthstone. It gleamed under the white lights of the ER. Holding it in one hand, she proceeded to read another poem-

"Take me to the place we lay face to face, Where the pain in my head left me in a daze, You made an exception for my case, And secured in my heart, your own place."

The hospital room! "Gotta go. Bye Sienna." Sienna just waved back.

Pocketing the necklace, she rushed to the emergency staircase. She took two steps at a time and reached the second floor. She ran to room no. 203, where she had stitched up Iris and slept by her side. Surely, there was a blue envelope sitting on the bed.

"Take me to the place where we first kissed, You were hurting and pissed, In the dark, your soul you bared, And I knew, in my future, you would always be there."

Wait a second...this was regarding the ED Case she had.

She hauled ass to the on call room on the third floor. She opened the door and tiptoed in. Jackie was lying on one of the beds, solving a crossword. "You took your time I guess." Jackie yawned.

"And you are as bright as a ray of sunshine." Aurora responded sarcastically, as she started moving pillows to search for another letter.

"Aha! Victory." Aurora said as she blew the hair which had fallen on her face. She eagerly opened it-

"Take me to the place where you said you loved me, I shared my burden and felt free, My heart was bursting and fell the tears of ecstacy, It was always you and me, Adara and Rory."

She walked fast towards the elevator bank. She was getting frantic. This scavenger hunt was fun but it made her impatient. She just wanted to hold Adara.

Reaching the elevators, she saw Ethan standing there, typing on his phone.

"Hey Dr. Ramsey."

"Hello Dr. Emery."

"Are you...texting?"

"Apparently."

"Umm...but didn't you tell me that you hated it?"

Ethan rolled his eyes. "Emery, it's my wish if I want to use this godforsaken mobile. I can't even type without autocorrect making it into a different word. Lord, the end is near."

Aurora chuckled and one of the elevators near Ethan dinged. She was about to enter it when Ethan stepped in front of it, blocking the entrance.

"Oops. Looks like it's full. Go in the next one."

Aurora just gave him a weird look and stepped into the other elevator and what she saw, blew her damn mind. The elevator was illuminated by strings of blue fairy lights. She stepped in and marvelled at the sight. Sound of rain pattering on the pavement sounded through the speakers. She saw a Polaroid collage of their pictures, encased in a glass frame, on one of the walls of the elevator and laughed.

So typical. Iris and her Polaroid camera... The girl had an obsession.

To the glass frame, a blue note was attached.

"Take me to the place where it all started, The fairytale story which we tell children in bed, Long gazes, happy memories shared over cheap appetizers, The beginning to our happily ever after."

The lift dinged and she stepped out with the collage and the letter. She stumbled under the weight where Bryce stepped forward and balanced her.

"Woah! Watch out Big A. Don't want you falling for me now, do we?" Bryce smirked and Aurora rolled her eyes.

"God you are so annoying, Queen B."

Bryce just chuckled and held his hand forward. "C'mon give me that. I will hold it for you."

"If you drop it, I will kick you in your family jewels so hard, that your grandchildren will feel it." She threatened.

Bryce shuddered. "Hehehe. No need to bring my testicles into this situation. And don't worry, people say I have good hands."

She handed the frame to him. She then slipped the necklace around her neck. "C'mon Lahela. We are going to Donahue's."

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The moment she stepped into the small pub, all the patrons stopped talking. Everybody's eyes were on her and she felt awkward.

What the fuck is going on here? Iris, what are you playing at?

"Hey Dr. Emery. These are for you." Reggie handed her a beautiful bouquet of sunflowers. Aurora smelled them and blushed. In midst of the flowers she found a small blue note.

"You are so close babe. Come to me. I am waiting for you, in the beer garden."

Aurora walked towards the back door opening into the beer garden. People just parted, like the Red sea, giving her place to go. When she opened the door, her jaw were on the floor.

Rose petals lined the path towards the stage where live bands usually performed. The gentle strumming of a guitar played in the background. She walked slowly, through the tables and what she saw made her halt in her tracks.

Iris stood there, with a soft smile on her face. She was wearing a midnight blue romper dress which ended in shorts. It was sleeveless and it was clinched at her waist. Her guitar was slung around her shoulder and she continued to strum the strings.

"This one's for you babe. Thank you for coming." She spoke into the mic and started singing in an angelic voice.

Salt on your skin and stars in your eyes

You close in the darkness and I'm all out of lies

Taking my heart, and made it your own

You are everything that I've ever known

I tried to, resist you

I tried to keep my distance

I tried to play it cool

I'm no match for your persistence

And oh, you lift me up

When the fog rolls in, you lift me

When the cold sets in, you give me

The strength to take on anything, oh anything

I see by the light you bring

You lift me up, you lift me up

I see by the light you bring, you lift me up, you lift me up

Aurora was hypnotised by her beautiful voice. Iris took of her guitar and handed it to a person, you continued to strum it. She slowly stepped down from the stage and headed towards Aurora.

She grasped her hands and squeezed. "Rory, you are the best thing that has ever happened in my life. When you walked into my life, love walked in. It was a magical moment that I will always cherish and treasure. They say that love is many a splendoured thing, constantly changing and evolving. My love for you will be ever changing like a chimera and ever growing like a verdant valley."

"You are my guide to love, my every wish, and the person I want to grow old with." Iris spoke with so much conviction that Aurora fell in love with her all over again.

She got down on one knee and tears streamed down Aurora's face as she held a hand to her mouth.

Iris pulled out a diamond ring, which glimmered under the fairy lights of the beer garden.

"Aurora Lucille Emery, will you do me the honour of being my partner in crime and my wife for the rest of our lives?"

"YES Iris Adara Everette. Hell fucking yeah!!" Iris got up and slipped the ring on her ring finger.

Iris was so giddy with joy that she picked up Aurora and twirled her. Aurora laughed and everyone was either clapping, hooting or crying. She set her down and grabbed her face and kissed her.

"I am not dreaming, am I??" Iris asked as she held Aurora tightly, forehead to forehead.

"No dum dum. We’re getting married. Guess you are stuck with me, huh?"

“And I wouldn't have it any other way.”

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That was one of the most joyous night of their lives. They danced, sang and partied till the early hours. The wedding took place the following summer near the docks. It was a small ceremony, but everybody enjoyed it.

Sienna and Jackie were made the maids of honor while Ethan, Bryce and Elijah were made the best men. Ethan walked iris down the aisle while Naveen officiated the ceremony. 

The reception was a blast which took place on a boat. Jackie and Sienna managed to make everyone drunk and forced them to dance. Even Harper Emery and the Chief. Bryce almost started strip dancing and Ethan was doing the running man. Elijah did wheelies on his wheelchair. It was unforgettable.

Everything was perfect at last. Rory and Adara finally got their happy ending which they always dreamed of. They were happy, content and proud moms of twin baby boys. They continued to push boundaries in the medical field and became the dynamic duo of diagnostics medicine.

They both lived happily ever after.

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THE END.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE:

And here is the end of Rory and Adara’s tale. Thank you for reading this mini series through its ups and downs, laughter and tears

It was so much fun writing this and I so, so grateful to all of the comments you guys left under each chapter. It motivated me to deliver. So thank you.

Once again, I am grateful to every single person who gave this fanfic a chance and believed in my writing.

like, comment and reblog :)

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The Shield to your Sword

Masterlist ———- Chapter 3

Warnings: swearing, minor injury (please message me if more need to be added)

word count: 4483

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Summary: Virgil and Roman spend some time in their secluded hideaway in the Queen’s gardens. The hedges shield them from prying eyes….right? .

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Chapter 4: Not-so-Secret Garden

The chirps of insects and rustling leaves in the garden were disturbed every few moments as Virgil sucked in a shaky breath; working to control the sobs that shook his core. Roman’s hands had been careful to not put pressure on Virgil’s injured arm; unsure of how healed the wound was. Instead, one arm secured the sobbing man in his lap, while the other held his shoulder and his thumb shifted up and down with his breathing; encouraging Virgil to breathe in time with the movement.

Leaning his head back, Roman stared at the wall opposite them. If he got closer, he was sure he would see their names scratched into the stone along with runes for friendship and forever. The boys had often escaped the outside world by sneaking into their little hideaway. It was the closest they got to an escape before Roman could request trips out to the town or the forest beyond the city’s outer barrier. A smile crept onto his face as he recalled the time he stole a whole cake from the kitchen and Adara had chased him and Virgil all through the castle, only to lose them in the maze of his mother’s garden. They had  feasted in the hollow oak until their stomachs ached. In his mind, this was a place just for the two of them; free from expectations and watching eyes. A place he and Virgil could be equals. A place he could admit his struggles with writing and reading runes. A place to just be.

 Glancing down, Roman saw Virgil’s eyes sit half open as his breathing finally seemed to steady and move in time with his own.

“I know you can’t recall your nightmares,” Roman kept his voice soft;  thumb still keeping the  pace for their breathing, “but you should know you are not alone. I have them too; nothing like yours obviously, but nightmares all the same.”

Virgil didn’t respond, eyes unmoving as he kept his gaze locked on the scene before him. Roman sighed and continued talking, needing to get his own thoughts out.

“I had a nightmare last night. It was so real I swore I was awake and facing the dark sorcerer in my chambers. He looked like half his face had merged with a snake and claimed I would die or meet the same fate as my brother or something crazy like that. I threw a knife at him and nothing happen. He just stood there with a knife in his head like it was nothing.”

“You don’t have a brother.”

Calm washed over Roman at Virgil’s response. Talking was the first step in him ‘waking up’ after a nightmare.

“That’s what I said. He claimed it was a message from the fates, but, A, I don’t believe in them, and B, I have no siblings.”

“Sorry I wasn’t there for you.”

“It’s ok, sleepyhead,” he shifted his body slightly as Virgil’s weight started to make his legs go to sleep, “you’re here now.”

“I’m meant to help  you, not the other way around.”

“Says who?”

“Your-“ Virgil cut himself off, almost letting the truth slide from his mouth like melted butter. “Says everyone.”

“Not me.” Virgil tilted his head to look up at Roman; taking in his hazel eyes with gold flecks ringing his pupil. “I would never say that, nor do I believe it to be true. We help each other. Regardless of what others think, you don’t have to do anything for me. Heck, if you wanted to leave, I wouldn’t stop you.”

“Really?”

“Really, really. I mean, it’s not like I own you or anything.”

Virgil’s eyes widened and Roman found himself lost in their smoky design; a mix of blue-grey and a golden brown. It was almost impossible to truly describe their colour and being so close he took in every change in pigmentation. Virgil stared back with a similar intensity, mind holding onto Roman’s words and trying to force Rupert’s cruel comments aside.

 “I… I don’t want to leave.” Virgil finally managed to make his mouth move, becoming aware of just how long they had been staring at each other in silence. A dull ache crept into his chest as the potion started to wear off and his heart raced with the emotional intensity of the situation.

“I don’t want you to either,” absently Roman’s hand repositioned on Virgil’s shoulder and slowly shifted down towards his wound. “Though I would love to leave the city more often. Would you join me if I did?”

“That’s a stupid question. You know I wou-“ Virgil hissed and snapped his eyes shut as Roman instinctively pulled him closer and pressed his wound.

“Crap, sorry.” Roman reacted as though he had just burnt himself, quickly pulling his hand away. “I’m sorry. Shit, I got you bad, didn’t I?”

“It’s fine, Princey.” Shifting off Roman’s lap, Virgil carefully moved his arm as the pain radiated back to the source. He silently wished he had more magic to spare so he could reduce his discomfort.

 “Can I see?”  The question left them both with reddening cheeks; Roman quickly averting his gaze. "I-I just thought, I could, maybe, well, help? I did cause it."

Nodding, Virgil slowly removed his vest before slipping the deep violet fabric over his head; exposing his pale frame. It always confused Roman how someone so thin and frail in appearance, could be so strong and nimble. Roman’s broad shoulders and solid figure were never overlooked; while many visiting fighters had learnt the hard way to not judge a book by its cover when it came to his smaller friend.

It made it hard for Roman to see his arm a flurry of colour as he pulled the basic bandage away, though the gash itself was barely visible now; sutures completely faded away.

 “I didn’t realise I got you that deep,” Roman looked down; even more aware of how his actions had affected his friend.

“It’s fine,” Virgil assured, fingers gently running along the fine scar line. “I was tired and used more magic than I should have. This wouldn’t have even been an issue if I had been more cautious with my own magic. You are not to blame.”

The lie caused his heart to ache and throat to tighten. Part of Virgil desperately wanted to admit the trauma King Rupert had afforded him, while the other wanted to scream at Roman for being an idiot and not keeping his guard up.

 “It was foolish of me to act so rashly to impress my father.”

Virgil’s head snapped up, “Roman, no. Don’t-”

“It’s the truth though,” crossing his legs, Roman tucked clenched fists into his lap and kept his gaze locked on the ground. “I should have held back a bit. I knew you were tired. It wasn’t fair.”

Virgil scoffed and reached out a hand to grip the prince’s shoulder.

 “Life isn’t fair, Ro.” Roman looked up, hair just obstructing his vision as he met Virgil’s eyes. “The real world won’t hold back. This just means that we need to keep training so I - no - we, can protect each other.”

Scooping his hair back, Roman mimicked the half smile on Virgil’s face and nodded. “Two Together?”

“Four forever.”

They both chuckled at their childish saying as Roman reached for his satchel and pulled out a round container; unscrewing it to reveal a clear waxy substance.

“Put that away, Roman.” Virgil whined as the Prince shifted closer. “You shouldn’t waste your healing gels on this.”

“Does it look like I really care?” He replied; moving to Virgil’s side and carefully cradling his arm in one hand while the other used two fingers to massage the ointment into his skin.

Virgil scrunched his face up at the action before he felt Roman’s soul magic penetrating his skin and soothing the throbbing in his arm. Eyes closing, Virgil focused on feeling every move Roman made; picturing golden strings of magic weaving through his muscles and blood vessels to restore them to their normal state. His magic was different to Logan and Haefen’s; it was warm and made his skin tingle with electricity.

Roman’s brow furrowed as he barely sensed Virgil’s magic at all. “You weren’t kidding about overdoing the magic, huh?”

“Would I lie?” Virgil opened his eyes and glanced to the side lazily.

“No.” That hit Virgil harder than the weight to his chest; blood chilling instantly. “I guess this means we won’t be going outside the city this afternoon.”

It took a moment for Virgil to generate enough saliva to soothe his dry throat and get his words out. “I-I didn’t know we ��� ahem –  had an outing booked.”

“Oh, there’s none of that anymore,” Virgil’s widening eyes matched the beam that spread across Roman’s face. “Father has finally approved my request to travel freely and take on missions further afield. We’ve got our freedom, Virgil.”

 On the outside, Virgil joined Roman in expressing their excitement for traveling and taking on bandits and invaders; but his true feelings were kept under wraps. Sure, the watchful knights that followed them were judgmental and rude to him whenever Roman’s back was turned, but they were their safety net. Any trouble they came across, the knights stepped in and took majority of the heat of battle. Without them, Virgil would need to defend the Prince solo. Colour seemed to drain from the world as he was overwhelmed with thoughts of what could possibly happen while out alone.

“Virgil? Hey, Virgil?”

Snapping fingers brought the world back into focus and Virgil shook his head to clear his thoughts.

“You okay? You’re looking paler than usual.”

“I’m fine.” Rustling leaves drew Virgil’s attention to the shifting shadows. “The afternoon is slipping away.”

“And?” Satisfied with his efforts, Roman offered Virgil his shirt; bandage obviously no longer required.

“We should be at the training ground or,” he slipped his shirt back on, “crafting, or visiting the kitchens or something-.”

Virgil went to stand, but Roman grabbed his hand and fixed him with a stern look. “Uh-ah; We are staying right here.”

“But-“

“I felt your magic, Virge. We’re taking the afternoon off.”

As the Prince laid down on the fallen leaves, Virgil sighed. “Can we get food at least?”

“Got ya covered,” he gestured to the satchel and Virgil reached inside to retrieved two apples. “Lay with me, Vee. Adventure can wait for another day.”

 The sloping ground in the hollow, paired with the layer of leaf litter, made the firm ground bearable to lay on. Side by side, they munched on their apples; Roman rambling about all the places he wanted to visit, the people he imagined meeting and the eventual unit he and Virgil would construct. It seemed nothing was going to deter him; a fact the pleased and terrified Virgil all at once. He did his best to keep his mind focused on Roman, but he couldn’t stop his thoughts from straying down a negative path on occasion. As exhaustion took hold, he focused solely on the sound of Roman’s voice; not the words, just the sound, until his eyes slid shut and he was asleep. Roman paused mid-sentence as he heard a sigh from beside him and couldn’t help but smile at the peace on his friend’s face. Words failed to describe the pleasant feeling that sat on his chest as he shuffled closer until he could slip his hand into Virgil’s; instinct allowing their fingers to intertwine.

“I’ll always protect you,” Roman whispered, allowing his own eyes to slowly close. “I promise.”

 *click here to see art from this scene* 

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 Perched on the stone wall, a crow stared down at the unlikely pair. It watched the frail one cry. It heard the taller one speak. It examined their reactions as a shirt was removed and continued to stare until the pair were asleep and content. The wind ruffled its black feathers; wings opening to use the draft to quickly take flight. After a final circling of the hidden pair, the crow took off towards the eastern side of the city; sunlight revealing deep green runes patterning its wings.

Swooping down, the crow nipped at some villagers’ hats before crashing through reeds that covered an already broken window. The man inside snatched a blade from his dressing table and thrust it towards the chair the crow had perched itself on; surprise quickly replaced by annoyance.

“What do you want?” He reached for a red cloak with white banding and the guards crest and began fastening it around his shoulders. “Haven’t you broken enough of my stuff already?”

The animal appeared to almost smile, tilting its head with a soft caw before flying over to the guards table and pecking at a stained wooden box.

“Piss off.” Slamming his blade down, the guard turned away and  began securing his belt around his waist. “Fly yourself home, I’ve got too many shifts to be wasting my magic on you.”

Not liking the guard’s tone, the crow flew over to the table and sat on their sword handle.

“Hey!” As the guard waved the bird off, it revealed the mess of droppings it had left on the hilt and table. “Fucking little shit!”

Cawing in delight, the crow avoided the guards waving hands until the man’s eyes glowed and a surge of air forced it to the ground. Strong hands pinned the bird’s wings to its sides as the guard collected it from the floor.

“Look who’s laughing now,” he beamed.

The moment of victory was short lived as the crow pecked his ungloved hands, causing blood to quickly well from the cuts its beak had caused. Letting the crow go, the man hissed and shook his hand before inspecting the long thin cuts.

“Fine, I’ll send you back.” Grabbing a cloth, he wrapped it around his hand and turned to the table; the crow quickly returning to peck at the wooden box again. “This is the last time though.”

Bowing its head, the crow cawed softly before looking back up as the man retrieved a complex rune on fresh parchment from the box. The paper looked frail and brittle; the material not suited to holding such a large amount of magic from the rune cast to it. Taking a small scroll from the box as well, the guard  secured it to the bird’s leg before it carefully hopped onto the runes centre.

“If I see your face again,” the man growled as he braced his hands on the papers edge, “I won’t hesitate to gut you.”

The crow let out a final caw before the guard activated the rune, causing the bird to vanish before the paper burst into a puff of smoke.

  Coughing and gasping, the guard slipped to the ground; spent from using the large quantity of magic in one burst. Though they appeared to not be beyond their twenties; in truth they were nearing their ninetieth birthday. Both a blessing and a curse of being a sorcerer, a youthful look that took longer to fade.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The front door of the house shook with the force of the knocks from the other side.

“You ready yet, Damien?” Came a stern feminine voice from the other side. “The King is conducting assessments this evening and I’m not showing up solo.”

Damien carefully stood and dusted off his uniform. “Just a moment, Angelica.”

“Hurry up.”

 Damien looked in the mirror at his tired eyes; sunken and darkening from his sudden exhaustion. Regardless of how his body felt, his heart had a weight lifted. His debt was paid. His secret was safe. He would have at least a few more years in the city before needing to move into solitude as his body would inevitably shift rapidly to match his true age. The sorcerer ban had been tough for the man to endure, but he was one of few to accept it as a natural order of the kingdom. It meant he kept his life; be it a tough one pretending to have limited magic.

 Exiting his house, Damien walked with his partner through the city streets towards the castle. He wondered what information the crow had gathered this time and how the information would be used. After three years of being harassed by the creature, he still questioned what its masters end goal was. No action against the kingdom had been taken in three years, which seemed odd considering the amount of information he was sure the bird had recovered over that time.

“Did you take on an extra patrol or something?” Angelica questioned, slightly annoyed with Damien’s slowing pace.

“Not an official one,” he lied, pushing his legs to move faster and catch up to his partner.

“You better wake up by the time the King comes around. I can’t afford a pay cut because you got greedy.”

“Don’t worry. The assessment will be a piece of cake.”

The two guards continued in silence; both minds now focused on the assessment and how the King would choose to test them that afternoon.

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 The sun was beginning to speed up its descent when Virgil stirred and slowly slid his eyes open, turning his head to see Roman sleeping next to him. It took a moment for him to realise they were holding hands and he resisted the urge to pull away in fear. It wasn’t that he didn’t have feelings for the Prince; it felt like he always had, but he knew it wasn’t an option. The King would never allow their relationship to be anything more than what it already was; he’d made that very clear to Virgil directly, and with the many young royals that were invited to visit the castle since Roman turned 16. It was almost comical to stand by and watch ladies, lords and non-binary royalty try and win his Prince over. Roman was an absolute flirt during all meals and planned outings, but the moment guards were out of earshot he set them straight. He had no interest in marriage for the sake of kingdom relations, and nothing was going to come from a three-day visit and the offer of an alliance or treasures. Honestly, a small part of Virgil relished every suitor Roman turned down; while the rest of him feared what King Rupert would do if the Prince continued to deny the advances of young royals.

 Hands still entwined, Virgil savoured the moment of tranquillity before rational thought returned and he attempted to pull away.

“Uh-ah,” Roman squeezed Virgil’s hand and smiled over at his friend, “don’t try and sneak away now.”

“I wasn’t sneaking away.” As he sat up, Virgil was pleasantly surprised to find his chest didn’t protest the movement at all.

“Then what were you planning?” Roman questioned, sitting up and refusing to release the others hand.

“I was only going to get some dirt to rub on your face. Would be a major improvement.”

Laughing, Roman stood up before carefully pulling Virgil onto his feet; hands never letting go. “Jealous of what you don’t have?”

“Thankful is more like it.”

Roman grasped at his chest like he had been struck by an arrow. “Oh, you wound me, Virgil.”

“Save the dramatics for your suitors, Princey.” Finally pulling his hand free, Virgil searched the area for his satchel. “We should get back and get ready for dinner. Where’s my bag?”

“You didn’t have one.”

Virgil scraped his hand down his face and groaned, “I must have left it at Haefen’s.”

“Why the long face?” Roman questioned, pulling his satchel over his shoulder and following Virgil towards the bushes that concealed them.

“Nothing. Let’s just go. I’m starving.”

Virgil held the bushes aside for Roman this time and they quickly hurried towards the physician’s quarters before they started to lose light.

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A smile pulled at Alexandra’s cheeks as she spotted her two boys weaving through the garden from the window in her chambers. Chest slightly looser thanks to Clara’s meticulous work and consistent care throughout the past few weeks. Guilt pulled at her heart strings as she watched them disappear from view, and she tried to catch a glimpse from the other window.

“Is everything alright, your highness?” Clara stepped back into the room with a tray of  bowls and set them down onto a nearby table.

“Fine thank you, Clara.” Realising the boys were out of sight, the Queen moved to sit in the padded chair by the table. “I just saw Roman and Virgil in the garden, is all. I haven’t been able to see them in a while; especially Virgil. He looks like he’s grown.”

“Children do grow fast.” The maid commented, helping the Queen loosen her gown to expose her chest. “My Logan has certainly turned into a fine young physician and I swear they are different every time I have a chance to be with them.”

Alexandra nodded and sat patiently as Clara stuck a rune parchment to one side of her chest, which had a fine thread that ran from that parchment to a second rune submerged in a warm bowl of liquid. A similar set up occurred on her other side, only the stringed rune sat in an empty bowl.

“My heart just longs to be with them again, Clara.” Leaning back, Alexandra sighed deeply and tucked a loose brown curl behind her ear. “I know Rupert is more protective these days, but I’m beginning to feel like a prisoner in my own castle.”

 Clara kept her gaze down as she mixed herbs into a cup of warm water and passed it to the Queen. In truth, Rupert had given orders for no unnecessary visitors to the chambers and Clara was instructed to not give the Queen permission to leave unless she was certain of her health. With her family at risk, she had taken no chances in letting the Queen out; but looking at the sad woman before her, she couldn’t keep her locked up any longer.

 “Why don’t we see how this treatment goes,” Clara offered. “If you feel up to it, you can attend dinner with your family.”

The joy that shone in the woman’s eyes was worth the risk, as she accepted and thanked her maid repeatedly. As the runes started to glow with Clara’s soul magic, the Queen relaxed into her chair; runes pulling the warm solution from the bowl to clear building mucus from her lungs. By the time the procedure was over, the once empty bowl was full of a yellowing liquid; thankfully it was paler than Clara expected, and she was happy to note there seemed to be less than their previous treatment.

“Some positive signs here, your majesty.” Alexandra was quick to redress herself while Clara packed up. “Seems you are on the mend.”

“That is brilliant news,” she beamed, meeting Clara’s eyes with a request obvious in her own.

Sighing, Clara gave her a knowing nod. “I’ll inform the King and kitchen of your attendance to dinner. Rest for now and I’ll return to help you change.”

  As the room filled with the soft glow of sunset, Alexandra rested soundly on her bed. Clothes for the evening were laid out in preparation and Clara hurried home to prepare a wax for burning in the dining room to keep the air clear. The maze of inner halls were well worn by Clara and she reached home in record time, panting slightly as she hurried inside.

“What is it this-” Logan turned from their position at the mixing table, half expecting it to be Virgil bursting in again, only to be shocked by their mother’s breathless entrance. “Mother? Is everything alright?”

“I need a cleansing wax,” she moved forward and placed a greeting kiss on their cheek. “Do you have any made?”

Twisting their lips to the side, Logan glanced around their mass of cupboards and calculated current supplies in their head. “We have one full candle and enough supplies for  three more.”

“I should only require two for tonight, but if you have the time to spare, I would appreciate the extra being made.”

Nodding, Logan tidied their current project for the frost lilies and set about retrieving supplies for mixing the healing candles. It was rare their mother returned home so early in the evening; Logan often retiring to bed before her return. They relished in the moment to work together, even if it was rushed and mostly silent.

As their mother slowly stirred the liquid wax, strands of greying hair framing her face, Logan held out a mug of tea.

“I can finish it off, mother. Savour the opportunity to take a break.”

“You are a blessing, Logan.” She willingly took up the mug and stepped aside for Logan to take over; tired eyes filled with gratitude. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around much lately. The Queen has required constant attention.”

“No need to apologise for completing your duties,” they smiled and gestured towards a waiting chair. “Now, please, sit and rest while you can.”

 The ageing woman complied and sipped silently at her tea as she watched her child work, in awe of just how skilled they had become. A stumbling child they were no more, now a capable adult and a physician growing in skill. Pouring the wax into a prepared mould, Logan set the candle onto a cooling rune to quicken the setting process.

“It shall be ready in a few minutes, and you can return to the Queens side.”

“Thank you, my dear.” Standing, Clara pulled Logan into a tight hug; suddenly aware of her much shorter stature as she rested her head on their chest. “Words cannot express my love and adoration for you.”

“Your actions speak volumes, Mother. You needn’t worry.”

 Haefen opened the front door and was pleasantly surprised to see his family in an affectionate embrace.

“Well isn’t this a pleasant scene to return home to.”

Logan laughed and extended an arm. “Care to complete the picture?”

“Don’t mind if I do.” He chuckled and wrapped his own arms around his family, planting a gentle kiss atop his wife’s head.

 The love the physicians shared was without description. Each parent passing their strengths and wisdom onto their child and watching in awe as they grew beyond their own skill levels. Logan didn’t quite understand why, but they had a feeling moments such as this would be even harder to come by soon. It unsettled them greatly and made letting their parents go even harder; but Clara had a job to return to and they had more items to craft. Watching their mother collect the candles, Logan hated the feeling sitting heavily in their gut. They committed the farewell kiss and goodbye from their mother to memory; still unsure as to why they felt moments like this wouldn’t happen again.

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End Note:

Oh, hello again. Nice to see you. Hope your day/night has been pleasant. I was going to add more to this chapter, but then I remembered I wasn’t going to make this a long one and quickly cut back. It was nice to give the boys a happy moment together; all be it only a brief moment.

So, I’m looking to get some more art done because the Remy and Patton one just turned out so well. I’m looking forward to working with an artist again to bring the commission to life (just had to fight the internet bank lords first before I said “hey, can you please bring this cute scene to life.”) 

As per usual, I won’t give an exact timeline on the next chapter. I’ve got Father’s Day this coming weekend (might get to see my fam) and then I may be preoccupied with work stuff (or I will procrastinate from work by writing more of this. Who really knows?).

Anyway, happy timezone friends 💜🐌

Next chapter 

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What else has Snail done?

The Perfect Ring (oneshot -analogical proposal)

You Promised (oneshot - prinxiety angst/injury/near death)

Sides of a Hero (Completed Fic - sides are fusions of impulses and aspects of Thomas. Virgil has a depressing past that he is forced to face thanks to Deceit and Rage. Was canon compliant at the time of completion)

Libraries are for Meetings (ongoing WIP - Human/University au with Royality and developing Analogical. Slow burn and heavily focused on a grieving group of friends that Virgil slowly becomes a part of to better himself.)

Check out my other blog for random fandom reblogs and stuff @snail-giggles . Always happy to interact and chat on that blog too 💜🐌

[melancholicvampires]

5: Describe your character’s dream date. Amalia: - Her perfect date is a candlelight dinner. Fancy atmosphere, pretty clothing, romantic music - Throughout the whole date she would listen to the beautiful voice of her s/o, watching their lips move and their face brighten from the flickering light of the candle - She brings a bouquet of her s/o’s favourite flowers with a small poetic love letter - While she’s trying to maintain fancy talk, then and again she slips into talking about obscure cases she had as a doctor - Whenever she notices it, she’s trying to laugh it off and her face turns exceedingly red - She offers her s/o to accompany them on their way home, because when darkness sets in, there might be dangerous folk. Also it’s an excuse to walk arm in arm with her s/o and stay together with them a little longer

Carmilla: - Going together with her s/o to a haunted house - She would pretend to be scared so she can hold her s/o’s arm the whole time - She tells scary stories about the house while going through it and then - At the end oft he tour she scares her s/o and laughs about them for getting scared - She apologizes with cuddles, kisses and praise for s/o’s braver - Also she prepared a nice ambiente in her room with candles, rose petals, wine and a large warm blanket

Rebecca: - Very classic in a café - She loves sweets and cakes - Will gush about how good they taste and how happy she is to spend this significant moment with a special person - She will show her s/o all of her most beloved cakes in her favourite café - Afterwards she invites her s/o to a picnic in the cemetery to honour the dead, but also to show them ghosts and speak with them - She also brings a few cupcakes she baked herself

Adara: - She prepares a bath, scenting of various flowers and herbs, filled with dried and colourful flower petals - The whole ambience is luxurious, surrounded by beautiful candles and a chandelier from which diamonds hang - She’s spending some quality time with her s/o in the bathtub and gives them a massage afterwards while wearing silken robes - nsfw stuff

Dahlia: - They would bring their s/o to their most favourite place: the library - They would show their s/o every little corner, the best places to read and write, the most convenient places to hide from curious ears and eyes and the most beautiful books and rooms - They give their s/o a lovely packed present with their favourite book for their s/o to read. Also Dalia has now more oppurtunities to bring their s/o to the library and read and whisper with them in their favourite spot

Célestin: - He takes them out to a play - During the play he gives anecdotes them and again, like on how specific mechanics work or how an actor spoke their line. And he whispers flirtatious lines to them - He goes to a fancy restaurant with them afterwards, walking close with them arm in arm and constantly giving them kisses and compliments, making everyone around them roll their eyes - Before he departs from them he gives them a love letter with about how much he adores and misses them whenever he doesn’t see them

Enzio: - Taking a walk with his s/o through nature to a quiet place where they are for themselves - He plays a new composition written specifically for them, although he’s insecure about it, he does it for his s/o and seeing them smile - Once night sets in and the stars begin to shine, they lie on the gras and Enzio tells the stories behind all the astrological signs - He often forgets himself once he starts talking about different tales and isn’t able to stop. He’s glad tob e with someone to share his interests with, but also is always a bit embarassed about it

Valère: - He invites his s/o to Adara’s mansion for it’s beautiful atmosphere (most of the time it’s empty) - He shows his s/o around through the estate, like the staterooms and the great ball room, in which he offers them a dance. If they are insecure, he assures to lead them and dancing together with them is already a great honour to him - Cooks the favourite meal of his s/o in the luxurious dining hall - Takes a walk with them through the garden afterwards, showing all the artistic and unique arrangements of rare flowers, putting the flower they like most in their hair - He insists on accompanying them on their way back. He gives them a kiss on their forehead before departing

[the-dale-305]

Micah and Ceres

who hogs the duvet: neither who texts/rings to check how their day is going: Idk they don't have phones, but if they did Ceres would probably spam “u ok” every 10 minutes who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts: Neither bc they both give terrible giftswho gets up first in the morning: They get up at the same time because Astra forces everyone to wake upwho suggests new things in bed: 🚫No🚫who cries at movies: bothwho gives unprompted massages: Micah who fusses over the other when they’re sick: Cereswho gets jealous easiest: I guess Ceres, but he gets jealous if any of his friends pay attention to someone else for a while so it doesn't really have anything to do with the ship,who has the most embarrassing taste in music: Ceres listens to nightcore kidz bop covers of Pitbull songs who collects something unusual: Micah, he has a bunch of pet bugswho takes the longest to get ready: Cereswho is the most tidy and organised: Neither of them are tidy or organizedwho gets most excited about the holidays: Neither lmaowho is the big spoon/little spoon: Dependswho gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports: Ceres who starts the most arguments: Both jokingly, but idk who starts serious argumentswho suggests that they buy a pet: They have like 70 pets between the two of them alreadywhat couple traditions they have: Bullying other couples to show that they are superior what tv shows they watch together: Storage Warswhat other couple they hang out with: Sandrine & Adarahow they spend time together as a couple: Bullying other people, like I saidwho made the first move: Micahwho brings flowers home: idk bruh who is the best cook: They're about the same I knew you'd send this one lmao

[deriision]

@lxne-wxlf said: Massages her shoulders a little, looking over her, from the back "you should rest more, you know." A quiet voice of his does sound a little concerned.

“Oh,” Adara stiffened at the sudden touch, thrown off at the sudden gesture. But it’s nice, she has no reason to make him stop. Eyes lower, a hand lifting to rest upon his fingers. When was the last time she had a break? Juggling work with appointments and clients, and personal with Aero and such, she’s barely had any time to relax. 

“You don’t have to worry about me though, really.” She turns back to face him, sparing a soft smile. “...The thought is nice though, really.”

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[devilslcg]

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❤; headcanons about our muses | @deriision

▸whenever either of them are stressed, they attempt to melt it away with a massage. sanji’s are always nice and gentle and relaxing, while adara’s are… uhm… spine-shattering. he likes to give more than receive, but the painful massages give him more reason to refuse her when she offers.

▸the two work out together as often as they can, but he has an awful habit ( surprise, surprise ) of swooning over her whenever she stretches. okay, just… she has a nice ass, and he isn’t afraid to let her know it with a compliment or five. gotta bring lots of water tho cause he probably faints and has to be woken up somehow.

▸his mother died when he was very young, but he was with her long enough to get a glimpse at what a good mother is. seeing how adara acts around aero and how good she is to him, it makes him really happy. he’s too shy to say something like that to her because he doesn’t feel he has a right to, since aero isn’t his, but he hopes she knows she’s a good mother.

▸adara, if she ever found out about his family, would threaten to walk to france ( despite it being very far away and in another country entirely ) and kick all of their asses. sanji will just touch her shoulder and tell her to relax. shh. it’s okay. don’t do that, they will destroy you.

▸mini bonus: they fight over who gets the last of the coffee

[deriision-archived]

Off in the distance, like behind two hallways, a song could be heard... "Gotta make a move to a town that is right for me..." And out from the hallways shows a redheaded male dragging along a folded up massage table. It also seems like the redhead is the one singing, not having a care in the world with a big smile.

“Who’s singing...?” Her question trailed off as she tried to follow the other’s voice. It’s from no one she knows, that she is certain. But the lyrics themselves are... familiar. 

Adara followed the voice, quick to find the source as they too are moving themselves. She stops at the sight once she spotted the other, blinking at the contraption first before looking to the main holding it up.

“...Uh.” Shit, stop staring, Adara. That’s weird. 

“Nice voice you got there.” ...Well, at least she tried. 

[generousstarlightdaze]

Alyssa Reece & Amira Adara - Its What Friends Do - S37:E2

In this Nubile Films video Amira Adara is so sick of fighting with her boyfriend. When she finds herself alone after her boyfriend storms out, she calls her friend Alyssa Reece to come over. Alyssa is there in a jiffy to comfort Amira. The girls embrace and then chill out on the couch as they chat...Eventually, Amira admits that the reason she doesn't break up with her jerk of a boyfriend is that she needs sex every day. Alyssa tells Amira that if that's the only problem, go ahead and dump the dude. She'll come over and make sure Amira cums every day. Problem solved!Alyssa starts out by taking off Amira's socks and massaging Amira's feet. Laying back and relaxing beneath her BFF's touch, Amira closes her eyes. Alyssa moves north, tugging Amira's shirt up to find succulent little boobs and nice hard nipples. She feasts on those little nubbins, eliciting low moans of delight from Amira.Blazing a trail lower, Alyssa tugs Amira's panties down. She finds a delightful little landing strip that points the way to bliss. Amira's twat is nice and wet as Alyssa slides her tongue down the slit. She settles in for a good old fashioned pussy licking that gets Amira's motor really running. Her moans soon fill the room as Alyssa does her thing.Amira isn't cruel enough to take pleasure without giving any in return. Her pussy is still pulsing with delight when she pushes Alyssa backwards onto the couch and starts helping her out of her clothes. With her hands and mouth working double time, Amira brings Alyssa to a swift climax. The girls take a moment to bask in the afterglow of their first round of lovemaking before winding up for another go.This time, the girls grab a vibrating toy to help them out. Asa Amira holds the toy to her own clit, Alyssa leans in to finger bang her. Then Alyssa leans back in Amira's arms. Amira maintains control of the toy, keeping it in just the right spot on Alyssa's greedy snatch.These two cum hungry coeds aren't finished yet. Amira falls onto her back and pulls Alyssa on top of her. Leaning forward, Alyssa completes the lesbian 69. Alyssa even lifts Amira's feet to give them a taste of the loving. As their climaxes roll through them, the girls sit up and exchange a passionate kiss that seals their deal that they'll get each other off daily.

[sextoyorgasm]

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Private nurses satisfy their clients in London. Alessandra Jane, from Moscow, helps Marc Rose get over a sore thigh with a warm massage. Her hand moves over to his crotch and she make him feel even better when she sucks his big dick. He fucks her pussy from behind.

Amirah Adara massages Alberto Bianco. She can’t resist going right for the dick and he loves it. Right after a nice 69 he plunges his cock into her butthole, gaping her hugely.

Clea Gaultier gets called to the home of Anthony Gaultier (her offscreen partner). Beneath her nurse uniform she’s decked out in red lingerie and looks incredibly hot. After a brief pussy insertion he goes right into her ass. She rides him anally in reverse cowgirl. He jerks off into her mouth.

Barbie Sins, an English blonde, gets a call from patient Marc Rose. Her big tits practically pop out of her nurse costume. He fucks her hard from behind, followed by a big juicy facial.

Sienna Day has a special relationship with Alberto. She plays with his cock and licks it through his jockey shorts — very sexy. He face-fucks her, then goes right into her ass for a fierce butt-fucking and a heavy duty facial. Probably the hottest scene. Source link

[ghostzali2011]

SPORTOURISM – Inovasi terus dilakukan Menteri Pariwisata (Menpar) Arief Yahya untuk menggenjot kunjungan wisatawan mancanegara. Salah satunya dengan menenerapkan Competing Destination Model (CDM). Metode ini diyakini mampu mewujudkan target 17 juta kunjungan Wisman tahun 2018.

Inspirasi menerapkan CDM didapat Menpar Arief dari Internationale Tourismus Borse (ITB) Berlin 2018 awal bulan lalu. Saat itu, Ia bertemu dengan Vice President of Tourism Asia-Pacific ADARA, Inc. Matthew Zatto dan Managing Director Travel Audience, Alexander Trieb. Kedua perusahaan digital kelas dunia ini menarik sangat menarik perhatian dirinya.

ADARA adalah ekosistem data pertama dan terbesar di dunia untuk industri travelling. Ekosistem datanya mencakup tiga area yaitu advertising, measurement & analytics, dan traveler intelligence.

Sementara Travel Audience, adalah anak usaha Amadeus. Perusahaan ini adalah salah satu penyedia jasa IT khusus untuk industri travel terbaik di dunia. Travel Audience memberikan layanan digital advertising yang bersifat end-to-end solution. Mulai dari penyediaan data konsumen, pengolahannya, hingga eksekusi kampanye iklan.

“Tapi, dari perusahaan ini yang mencuri perhatian saya adalah metoda yang digunakannya. Yaitu Competing Destination Model (CDM),” ujar Menpar Arief Yahya dalam CEO Massage ke-46, di Jakarta, Selasa (10/4).

Menpar Arief Yahya memaparkan, keseluruhan proses pengambilan keputusan travellers, dari mencari informasi (Look), memesan (Book), dan membayar (Pay), bisa dilakukan dalam satu platform CDM secara terintegrasi (end-to-end). CDM mengombinasikan kemampuan machine learning, analisa big data, dan penerapan contextual advertising yang sangat presisi dalam menarget travellers.

“CDM melakukan targeted ads champaign disepanjang customer journey (dari past trip, inspiration, search/shopping, booking, pre-trip, trip, hingga post-trip) dengan menerapkan data-driven marketing,” ujarnya.

Saat ini, Lanjut Menpar, Kementerian Pariwisata (Kemenpar) punya digital marketing platform, yaitu ITX, yang bisa memonitor Look-Book-Pay. Akan tetapi, tidak bisa dieksekusi karena tidak terhubung ke Online Travel Agent (OTA).

“Kita punya small data, tapi tidak punya big data. Seperti data perjalanan maskapai di seluruh dunia. Nah, Travel Audience dan Amadeus punya itu semua. Mereka punya ekosistem big data yang terhubung ke semua OTA, sehingga bisa dieksekusi. Karena itu mereka bisa menjadi end-to-end solution bagi kita,” terangnya.

Menurut Menpar, OTA yang terkenal di Indonesia memang mampu memberikan layanan Look-Book-Pay bagi para travellers. Namun kelemahannya, digital marketing melalui OTA hanya menarget travellers yang mengunjungi website mereka. Jadi tak bisa melakukan targeted ads campaign jika si travellers tidak mengunjungi website OTA tersebut.

Kelemahan inilah yang dipecahkan oleh CDM. Untuk menggabungkan beragam sumber data travellers dari OTA. Seperti Traveloka, metasearch seperti Kayak.com, hingga media sosial seperti Facebook. Kemudian, mensegmentasinya. Selanjutnya menarget masing-masing segmen travellers tersebut dengan konten iklan yang spesifik.

“Jadi, walaupun si travellers tidak mengunjungi website OTA, targeted ads campaign tetap bisa dilakukan sehingga jangkauan konsumen yang ditarget menjadi sangat luas,” ucapnya.

Menurutnya, penjelasan CDM akan lebih mudah kalau menggunakan konsep marketing funnel. Untuk menjadi pelanggan, travellers umumnya melalui serangkaian proses disepanjang marketing funnel. Mulai dari awareness, interest, intent, decision, customer, hingga retention.

“Pertama-tama CDM akan mengagregasi sumber data dari sekitar 500 travel publisers yang menjadi mitra Amadeus. Saat ini ekosistem data Amadeus mampu menjangkau sekitar 55 juta unique users setiap bulan yang bisa ditarget dan diarahkan untuk mengunjungi destinasi Indonesia,” jelasnya.

Mengacu ke data tersebut CDM akan melakukan profiling dan segmentasi konsumen berdasarkan prilaku pencarian travellers saat mencari produk, hotel, atau tiket pesawat. Dalam mem-profiling dan mensegmentasi travellers, bisa digunakan beragam parameter. Agar targeting-nya bisa tajam dan presisi. Beberapa parameter tersebut bisa berdasarkan waktu berwisata, origin & destinasi, tipe travellers, profil demografis, atau minat travellers.

Berdasarkan profil dan segmentasi tersebut, CDM merancang konten iklan yang relevan dengan perilaku dari masing-masing segmen travellers.

“Tentu saja konten iklan tersebut akan mengarahkan para travellers global ke digital touch point yang berisi konten destinasi Indonesia. Selanjutnya travellers diarahkan ke halaman produk yang lebih rinci (Deep Link Detail Pages) yang akan mendorongnya melakukan booking dan payment," jelasnya.

Kemenpar sendiri telah melakukan uji coba metode CDM bekerjasama dengan Travel Audience. Hasilnya luar biasa. Metode baru ini berhasil mendatangkan 12.592 pax wisman dari 5 pasar yakni Jerman, Prancis, Inggris, Belanda, dan Rusia dalam kurun waktu 3 bulan (November 2017-Februari 2018).

“Melihat keberhasilan ini, kita memutuskan untuk melanjutkan penerapan CDM untuk mewujudkan target kunjungan 17 juta wisman tahun ini dan 20 juta tahun depan. Seperti sering saya ingatkan, go digital adalah faktor kunci kesuksesan kita dalam menggaet wisman di pasar global. Pilihannya cuma dua: go digital or die,” pungkas Menpar Arief Yahya.

via SPORTOURISM.ID

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