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umiarumi · 3 years ago

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fucking three houses | lorenz hellman gloucester

the whole reason i wrote this collection was because of an inside joke. "wouldnt slut shaming lorenz be funny?"

The resounding tune of the clock striking noon echoed around the monastery, prompting you to perk up from your studies. Usually, you studied in solitude. As outgoing as your allies made you, you always held onto that ease and pleasure being alone supplied you. With how lust-induced your recent activities had been, a little peace and quiet would do you some well-deserved good.

You shut the book regarding tactics your professor had recommended you. The soft shuffles of former students leaving the library and hushed chatter reverberated around the room and halls. Of course, you were at war but there's always time to get better at what you do. You chuckled at the thought of some grizzled lady wielding a sword studying. Well, that is you after all!

Sliding the book back in its respective shelf, you hummed as you remembered Tomas. From what you gathered, the Tomas that the faculty knew was replaced. Unfortunate, but unsurprising knowing the enemies working behind the scenes.

You shifted your thoughts to your upcoming mission. Some scouting mission from the empire detected commotion in Garreg Mach. You huffed at the thought. Of course, you'd expect Edelgard to retaliate but damn, that was quick.

You shook your head, well, it was tea time! Noon meant the yard would be filled with people gossiping and sipping alike, the hobby so ingrained in them that they retained it through the war.

You walked past Seteth, nodding to him. He nodded back, cracking a soft smile. You'd rarely see that emotion! You giddily laughed as he turned the corner, pleased to see he was loosening up.

Walking down the stairs, you passed a rushing Lysithea who didn't even recognise you. You grinned, shaking your head. Always in a rush, that girl! Or, well, woman. She'd like that better.

Sauntering, you caught a glimpse of a certain purple and ginger-headed duo bickering. "Lee! Lorenz! Whatever is wrong, my dear friends?" You cheered, slinging your arms around the two. Leonie raised a brow at you, grinning, seemingly relieved at your arrival. Lorenz, on the other hand, froze up. "Although you may have connections to House Riegan, (Y/N)..." He grumbled, sighing.

"Oh chill, Lorenz!" You guffawed, shaking your head. He'd become considerably more agreeable, but God, he'll hold onto that 'treating commoners with his version of respect' ideal forever.

Leonie nodded with you. "Yeah, buddy." She pointedly looked at Lorenz, crossing her arms. "Well, apparently (Y/N), Lorenz thinks that he can't take me to tea because I'm 'unpleasant'". Hands now on her hips, she turned back to you.

You smirked. "Lovers quarrel?" You asked, shifting your weight.

"NO, DUMBASS!" "Absolutely not!"

You cackled at the yells, waving your hands in front of your face dismissively. They really did act like it!

"My bad, my bad... now, Leonie is a great dining partner! But... I doubt tea is even your thing." You offered, mockingly putting on a wise tone. She slowly nodded, realising you're right.

"Yeah! A good meal is better than tea. Thanks for seeing my point, (Y/N)." She slapped your back before, turning away. "I'll spend this time on training, can never get enough!" She waved goodbye to the two of you, although you supposed it was more to you.

Lorenz sighed, brushing his, admittedly less foul, hair out of his face. "I fail to see why you defend her." He muttered, looking to you. You raised a brow, tilting your head for that added 'what do you mean?' effect.

"Simply put, she wouldn't make a fair tea partner. She accused me of the reason being that she was a commoner, but it truly was not! I explained to her, but she seemed to have not appreciated my honesty, either." He pondered, lips pursing.

"Well, Lorenz! I think you need a lesson in manners." You bluntly asserted, placing your hands on your sides.

"Why I never-"

"Not that you don't have wonderful manners! However, your honesty can be jarring... you come off rude, man." You explained, patting his shoulder.

"So I am to lie?"

"Gah! No! Look, how about we discuss it over tea?" You suggested, exasperated. As intelligent as the dude is, his social cues with... commoners and the rest of us normal people are is abysmal!

He nodded. "A splendid notion! Shall we take this to my dorm? I feel as though the tea court will be filled by now. I also have some delectable flavours and tea sets!" He smiled, leading you away.

You yelped, catching up to him. What was the deal with guys walking briskly away from you?

~~~~

"Please, take a seat." He offered, pulling out a chair for you. You mumbled thanks, sitting down.

Crossing your legs, you hummed. Was this a curse? Was this going to end up in you fucking the most pretentious man? Well, the omniscient presence watching your every move knows the answers.

As he poured the tea into your embellished cup, you admired the colour. "How pretty! And the teacup compliments it!" You whispered in awe, looking back up to Lorenz. He smiled sweetly at you, almost in the way one would at a kitten or puppy.

"I'm glad you have a knack for spotting artistic factors in the simplest things." He said, sitting down opposite you.

"However, on our way here, I thought about something."

You gulped. How was your impending lecturing being turned on you?!

"Y-yes?" You stuttered, bringing the teacup to your mouth, sipping nervously on the steaming liquid.

He eyed you, before humming.

"I doubt you're the most qualified person to teach me about manners." He said, gauging your reaction. You halted sipping on your tea.

Collecting yourself, you placed your teacup back down. "Oh? Why would that be?" You questioned, fiddling with the tablecloth.

"Well, you seem to have time engaging in certain... promiscuous activities, that isn't exactly too innocent or polite." He murmured, sipping on his tea.

Your eyes bulged, hands antsy as they moved to your face to hide your shock.

"For someone so carefree to participate in such... activities in public, you sure do seem to hold a facade of modesty." He replied, watching you sternly.

"Yeah, imagine how it feels having someone know of this!" You gritted your teeth, clenching your arms.

He raised a brow, smiling crookedly. "Certainly you wouldn't mind. Considering you would do so on holy grounds. You and Claude seemed to have not cared. I wouldn't be surprised if the whole monastery heard you."

You gasped, moving to get out of your chair. You didn't need a lecture from Lorenz.

He stood up with you, challenging your gaze.

"When I told Leonie she wasn't well-kempt enough... I suppose you aren't any better." He smirked, watching you bite your lip anxiously.

"Damnit, what do you want!? Don't tell anyone, I'll do anything!" You pleaded, taking a step forward. Lorenz grinned at this, raising a brow. He walked around the table, coming to face you directly. You looked down, refusing to meet his gaze.

"Since you're so eager to offer. Perhaps I could partake in those services Claude recommended to you?" He whispered, hand coming to tilt your chin upwards. Your face erupted in a dark heat, your heart thumping.

Don't fuck Lorenz. Don't fuck Lorenz. Don't fuck Lorenz. Don't fuck Lorenz.

You collected yourself, giving him a sly grin as your hands found themselves around his neck. "Well, if you're interested in a free trial..." You hinted, swaying your hips.

Don't fuck Lorenz. Don't fuck Lorenz. Don't fuck Lorenz. Don't fuck Lorenz.

He gulped, smiling crookedly. "You strike a hard bargain, my fair lady. I suppose I'd have to indulge." He murmured, grabbing underneath your knee and pulling your leg up to his waist.

Don't fuck Lorenz. Don't fuck Lorenz. Don't fuck Lorenz. Fuck Lorenz.

"Then, please, take whatever you'd like."

Fuck Lorenz. Fuck Lorenz. Fuck Lorenz. Fuck Lorenz. Fuck Lorenz. Fuck-

Your lips were captured by his own, as you soon felt your weight shift as your body was lifted from the ground. You wrapped your legs around him fully as you were set down on his plush bed

The kiss heated up passionately, feeling Lorenz palm you through your normal uniform. Being a Sunday, no war business was discussed and no armour was worn. He cupped your breasts.

"You're hardly pleasant, ever so brash and callous. But not to fear, I'll mould you into a fair woman. However, I'd say I prefer your unabashed promiscuousness." He hissed, stripping you of your uniform. Soon, your bra and underwear followed.

He shed his own casual uniform, for once in his life, not caring. That was proved as much as he dropped his uniform onto the mahogany floors.

You were pushed down onto the bed as you felt Lorenz slide on top of you, his already hard dick grinding against your slick cunt. You sighed, capturing his lips in a kiss once more.

His hands moved to your breasts, removing his mouth from your own only to kiss up the skin. Poking, squeezing, kissing, licking. He left no stone unturned, or in this case, no skin untouched. His apparent fixation on your breasts soon shifted to your darkened face. He simpered at his work.

"You will be good practice for the future. I suppose a whore such as yourself wouldn't oppose being treated with such behaviour." He proposed, his hands stroking up and down your sides.

"I... I'm not a whore!" You defended weakly. Yet any argument was soon washed away as he began to rub his dick up and down against your vagina.

"Oh? Ah, I see. So making love... no, I should say, carelessly fucking your former classmates one after another was just a hallucination?" He asked, the tip of his dick sliding into your walls for a split second before retreating.

"N-no, that's not what I meant!" You cried out, frustrated at the lack of stimulation.

"Ah, straight to denial, I see! You have skipped explaining and gone straight to denying your needy, sluttish behaviour." He groaned as he felt you pull him closer.

You cried out in frustration before looking away.

" F-fine! You're right that I'm a whore! I'm a whore who loves her classmate's dicks! Now please fuck me!" You moaned, exasperated.

"That's wonderful to hear."

And no sooner than he spoke did he thrust his dick right into your pussy, a silent moan escaping your open lips. He leant over you, feeling your tits press against him. Your legs rose and wrapped around his pistoning hips.

You struggled to get a full breath at the pace he was thrusting at, it sent your head spinning. You couldn't think, you could only feel as you were fucked silly by the one guy you could never like.

Yet, that distaste furthered your arousal.

"You are far from suitable for me. You.." He heaved as you clenched around him. "Naughty. You're brash, loud, unladylike... but you make a wonderful cocksleeve." He groaned into your ear, letting out soft moans.

You felt the coil in your stomach tighten at his words.

"Then... you're just like me! Sinking down... to my level just for some pussy?" You teased, slurring.

He smirked annoyedly. "Tch, I wouldn't say that in your position." He grunted out, holding you tighter as he pistoned harder.

"O-oh! I... you!" You moaned, speech cutting off as you couldn't talk. It was so fast, so hard, so good!

The two of you continued to moan and grunt, accompanied only by the sound of skin slapping. The erotic groans of the man you held such distaste for was sending you over the edge. You hated it so much that you loved it.

To the means of an end, you felt the coil snap as he groaned once more in your ear, the spasming of your walls soon causing him to cum. You felt your ravaged pussy shudder as ropes of hot cum seared your insides. As he slid out, it trailed out.

Lorenz looked down on you, smiling coyly at the sight. "Speechless and fucked silly, that's a perfect look for you."

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dialovers-translations · 4 years ago

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Diabolik Lovers VANDEAD CARNIVAL ;; Ayato Route ー Chapter 4

ー The scene starts in front of the wagons

Ayato: Is it ‘round here...?

Yui: Uhm...Ah! Ayato-kun! Couldn’t it be that one?

( It was rather deserted earlier, but now it’s swamped with customers! )

Ayato: Oh, that one! ...Wait, there’s a hella long line!

Yui: Seems like it really is a popular store.

Ayato: Ahー ...So I can’t have some unless I get in this queue, huh...? But I really want it...!

Kuh...

Yui: Fufu, correct!

But I’m sure that when you finally get your hands on some after a long wait, it’ll taste extra delicious!

Ayato: ...You think so?

Yui: Yeah!

Ayato: I don’t really get it...

Yui: Uhm...Look!

Selection

→ Try thinking about my blood (☾)

Yui: ( I have somewhat mixed feelings about using this metaphor but... )

Uhm...Say you’ve been holding back on drinking my blood for a couple of days.

If you had some afterwards...How would you...feel?

Ayato: ...It’d obviously taste delicious!

Yui: Right! I’m sure it’s similar to that.

Ayato: Hmー... Gotcha. Lookin’ at it like that, it might taste good.

→ Try thinking about when you’re hungry

Yui: Food tastes the best when you’re hungry, right?

Ayato: ...I don’t really know what bein’ hungry feels like, to be honest...

Yui: Eh...? But, you crave blood at times, right...?

Ayato: Yeah, but at those times...It’s more so thirst rather than hunger...

Yui: I-I see...

( Hmm...Seems like this metaphor failed... )

Ayato: ...Hah...! We don’t have time for this now!!

If they’ve run out in the meantime, I’m blamin’ it on you, Chichinashi!!

Yui: Eh...!? Ayato-kun, no matter how you look at it, that’s just...

( ...Eh...? )

Ayato: Hm? What’s this?

Yui: ( Somebody’s...running our way...? )

???: Aah...! Aah...!!

*Rustle*

Ayato: O-Oi, what’s your problem...?

Yui: ( One of Ayato-kun’s acquaintances...? Doesn’t seem like it though. )

( I wonder what’s wrong...? They ran right up to him and knelt down in front of his feet... )

???: ...Ayato-sama! You’re here to try the food, right!?

Ayato: Haah...? The fuck you sayin’?

Yui: Do you know this man, Ayato-kun?

Ayato: Nah...Never seen him...

Takoyaki stall owner: You obviously would not remember.

I served your family at the castle as a Familiar in the past.

Yui: Uhm...Which means you were Ayato-kun’s...Familiar?

Ayato: Seems like it. That bein’ said, I had a bunch, so I don’t remember all of their faces.

Yui: But why is that person selling takoyaki...?

Takoyaki stall owner: Thank you for asking!

*Rustle*

Ayato: Wah!? T-The fuck are you doin’ all of a sudden...!?

Takoyaki stall owner: If you were to ask why I - a former Familiar to the Sakamaki family - is now making takoyaki...

The answer would be Ayato-sama.

Ayato: Me!?

Yui: Do you have any idea why?

Ayato: No...

Takoyaki stall owner: It happened back when I was still serving the Sakamaki family.

I grew curious after seeing how Ayato-sama, who had brought some takoyaki over from the human world, would happily indulge in the treat.

Yui: You’ve liked takoyaki since all that time back, huh?

Ayato: I’d visit the place every now and then even before we started livin’ at the manor in the human world after all.

Takoyaki stall owner: After quitting my job as a Familiar, I wandered around the human world.

That’s where I had a fateful meeting! With takoyaki...

I remembered Ayato-sama would eat it.

And put one in my mouth out of sheer curiosity. And then...!

Ayato: ...It was good, huh?

Takoyaki stall owner: Yes...! Very much so!

Yui: ( Who would have thought...Ayato-kun lies at the roots of what would become a famous takoyaki stall of the Demon World... )

Ayato: So that’s what you meant when you said I was the trigger...

Takoyaki stall owner: For an immortal being such as myself, takoyaki is my passion in life! (1)

Ayato: Your passion in life...

Well, I guess that just proves how delicious takoyaki is?

Yui: ( Takoyaki’s...amazing... )

( However...It’s true that Ayato-kun always looks happy when he’s eating takoyaki... )

( This might not be an exaggeration. )

Takoyaki stall owner: Come on, Ayato-sama! Since you’ve come all the way here, I’ll make sure you’re in for a real treat!

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: Ayato-kun, are you ready?

Ayato: ...Yeah! Ready when you are!

Yui: Ready, set...

Ayato: I’m diggin’ in!

Yui: Thanks for the meal!

Ayato: Uwah...! Looks hella delicious!

Yui: ( As to be expected of the Demon World...These are rather big...! )

Ayato: Hwot...!

Yui: A-Are you okay...!? You have to let them cool off a little first...

Ayato: Shut up! They taste best when eaten hot!

Yui: Well, that’s true...

Ayato: Nom...Nn...Delicious!!

Yui: Nn...You’re right! They’re good!

Ayato: Nn...Nom...

Yui: ( Fufu, Ayato-kun’s chowing down... )

( But this takoyaki really is delicious. )

( Although I didn’t think I’d eat this in the Demon World. )

Ayato: You’re done already? In that case, shall I eat yours?

Yui: Ah...!

( Ayato-kun ate mine... )

( But...Spending time like this with him might be nice once in a while...! )

Fufu...

Ayato: Whatcha laughin’ for? It’s creepy...

Ahー! That was good! I’m totally stuffed.

Yui: ( In the end, Ayato-kun finished my share as well... )

( But he seems happy so...I guess it’s fine... )

Ayato: That being said, that former Familiar...was kinda off.

Yui: The owner of the takoyaki stall? You think so...?

Ayato: No, his takoyaki was good though...

But he suddenly dropped the term ‘passion in life’ with a serious face.

Yui: Hmー I think that’s pretty valid though...

Ayato: ...Ah?

Yui: Don’t you think that having a passion which you enjoy and you can make a living out of is a good thing?

( Although I may only feel this way because I’m human... )

Ayato: ...

...I don’t really get that sorta stuff.

Yui: I see...

But...I think you have a passion in life just like that shop owner as well.

Ayato: Che...Don’t talk as if you know me.

Yui: ...Eh?

Ayato: Who cares if I do or not!?

...All of these bastards keep goin’ ‘round actin’ as if they’re damn humans...!

You too...You’re bein’ way too cocky for a Chichinashi!!

ー Ayato suddenly grabs her

Yui: Kyah...!?

Wait...! Ayato-kun...!!

Ayato: What?

Yui: You can’t do this in such a crowded place!!

Ayato: Too late. Who gives a damn ‘bout that!?

ー He bites her

Ayato: ...Nn...Nn...

Yui: ...!?

( How could he amidst all these people...!? )

Ayato-kun...Stop...!

Ayato: You really think I’d stop...!?

*RIIIIIIP*

Yui: Ah...!

Ayato: Nn...Nn...!

Yui: Ayato-kun...The people around us are watching...!

Ayato: Ah...? Hmph. Don’t pay attention to it. If you just focus on my fangs, it won’t bother you.

...Hah...Nn...

Yui: ...!

Male Vampire D: ...No wonder I thought I smelled something nice...What is such high-quality blood doing here...?

Male Vampire E: Such a lovely scent of blood...Aah~ I’ve never smelled something quite so sublime...!

Yui: ( Other Vampires...!? Could it be...Because of the scent of my blood...? )

Ayato: Hmph...Seems like your blood really is top quality...Chichinashi.

Look at all these Vampires who have gathered around us...? Hehe.

Yui: ...!

( I’m scared...! )

Ayato: Well...Don’t worry. I won’t let a single one touch you.

Male Vampire D: Your blood...Even if it’s just a little, let me suck it...!

Yui: ( ...!? )

*THUD*

Male Vampire D: Uguh...!?

Ayato: No way in hell anyone but me can lay a hand on her.

Hehe...Have fun envying me from afar! (2)

*Rustle*

Ayato: Say, Chichinashi...Let’s continue where we left off?

ー He continues sucking her blood

Ayato: Hah...Nn...

Yui: ( ...This is just... )

( I don’t like this... )

Ayato-kun...Stop...

Ayato: Aah....? Wait...Chichinashi...You...

Fuck...Why are you cryin’!?

Yui: ...

Ayato: ...

Che...What’s your problem? Fuck it, I’m done...

ー Ayato steps away

Ayato: Come on, let’s get goin’, Chichinashi.

Yui: ...

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the living room in the castle

Ayato: Oi, Chichinashi. How long you gonna be weepin’?

Yui: ...Because...

( Ayato-kun dragged me back to the castle after that but... )

Ayato: ...I’ll go get you a drink, so stay put here, ‘kay? ...Understood!?

ー Ayato leaves the room

Yui: ( I wonder why Ayato-kun’s mood went so sour. )

( On top of that, he sucked my blood in front of all of those Vampires... )

( Should I have not said those things after all...? )

( I do think it is good to have something which motivates you in life though... )

( I’m pretty sure he mentioned before that living can be very dull to Vampires. )

( Is that why...He thinks it is weird to fuss about something like a reason to live...? )

...I wonder what Ayato-kun lives for...?

( Judging by the looks of it...He might not have such a thing... )

But, if he does have something...I’d love to hear it...

ー A Vampire walks up to her

Male Vampire C: ...Finally found you.

Yui: ( ...Eh...? )

*Rustle*

Yui: ...! Hey...! Let me gーー

*Snap*

Yui: ( Huh? ...For some reason, I feel faint... )

( Ayato...kun... )

ー Yui collapses

*Thud*

ー The scene shifts to the dining room

Ayato: Nn...Pwah...Fuck...What’s her damn problem...

Talkin’ all high and mighty ‘bout this ‘passion in life’ thing...

On top of that, she suddenly burst out in tears.

I really don’t understand how humans think after all...

For one, I don’t have...such a thing...

Wait...Ahーー! Fuck!! Why am I this irritated...!?

Geez...Screw thinkin’ ‘bout this. I’m done!

For now, guess I’ll return to her side...

ー Ayato steps out into the hallway

Ayato: Oi, Chichinashi! I got you somethin’ to driーー

...Chichinashi!?

...Where did she run off to!?

Don’t tell me...!?

...I shouldn’t have left her alone...!

...Hm? What’s this...? A letter...?

*Flip*

Ayato: ‘What is most important to you?’ ...?

...!

...Fuck! Makin’ fun of me!

ー Ayato runs off

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: ( Nn...Huh...Where am I...? )

( I was at the castle up till now... )

( But, right, I was kidnapped by someone...And then... )

( W-Where’s Ayato-kun...!? )

ー Yui opens her eyes in the ballroom

Yui: ...!? Where am I...!?

( A prison cell hanging in the air...No, a cage...!? )

( Why am I here...!? )

Male Vampire C: Have you awakened...?

Yui: You’re...the guy from earlier...!

Male Vampire C: I did not simply kidnap you just now. I have been altering my appearance this whole time, interacting with you.

The first person you talked to, as well as the guy who attempted to kidnap you in the haunted house, all of those were me...

Yui: N-No way...! W-Why would you do such a thing...?

Let me out of here!

Male Vampire C: ...A single man will make his appearance here soon...

Yui: Eh...?

Male Vampire C: If that man reaches the ‘correct’ answer...You will be set free.

Yui: ( A certain man...? Also an answer...? What is he talking about? )

Male Vampire C: If he fails to do so...That man will...

Most likely lose you forever.

Yui: Lose...!?

( That man, could he be talking about Ayato-kun...? )

ー Ayato arrives at the scene

Ayato: Yui...!

Yui: Ayato-kun...!?

Ayato: You ‘kay, Chichinashi!?

Oi...You’re the bastard who left this letter, aren’t you...?

Male Vampire C: Yes. So...? Have you found the answer?

Ayato: ...That’s...

Male Vampire C: ...I see. That is too bad...

I thought that you might be able to find the answer but...

...It truly is a shame. In that case...I suppose I have no choice but to do this.

*Snap*

ー The room is set on fire

Yui: W-What...? ...It’s hot...!

( There’s flames underneath the cage...!? )

Ayato: Oi...! What are you doin’...!?

Male Vampire C: It’s simple.

She will be punished for your inability to find the correct answer.

Ayato: Wha...!?

Yui: M-Me...!?

Male Vampire C: ...You still do not understand?

Ayato: ...!

Male Vampire C: ...Farewell.

*Thud*

Yui: Kyaaaah!?

( I’m falling...!? )

Ayato: Yui...!!

*Rustle*

Male Vampire C: Turning a blind eye to the risks involved, you jumped into the flames...

...Seems like you were able to reach the correct answer.

ー The flames have disappeared

Ayato: Ow...!!

Yui: Ayato-kun!

Ayato: Are you alright, Chichinashi!?

Yui: Yeah...Somehow...

Ayato: You’re not injured anywhere!?

Yui: N-No...How about you, are you okay?

Ayato: Che, who do you think you’re talkin’ to? Of course i’m fine. I’m a Vampire, you know!

Anyway, the fuck was that about?

Yui: I don’t know but...Both the cage and the flames have disappeared...

Ayato: ...!

...Hehe...What...?

Which means...This is the right answer...?

Yui: Eh? ...What do you mean?

Ayato: Ahー ...Fuck! I was played!

That bastard...He pulled such an elaborate scheme.

Yui: ( I’m not quite sure what’s going on... )

Ayato-kun, who are you talking about...?

Ayato: He’s the only guy who can pull off this sorta shit...It has to be that Old Fart!

Yui: Eh...!? Your Father!?

But, why...?

Ayato: How should I know!?

For one, things turned out this way, ‘cause you let yourself get kidnapped!

Yui: ( Uu...He’s right...Even though he gave me so many warnings... )

...I’m sorry.

Ayato: ...But...Well...You were fine so I’ll let it slide this once.

...I won’t show mercy next time so brace yourself.

Yui: Y-Yeah...

Ayato: Come on...Can you stand?

Yui: H-Huh...?

( That’s strange...I can’t find the strength in my legs... )

Ayato: Oi...Don’t tell me you can’t?

Yui: Seems like it...

Haah...Guess I’ve got no other choice. ...Heavy-hoh...!

ー Ayato lifts her into his arms

*Rustle*

Yui: Wah...!? Ayato-kun!?

This is embarrassing...Put me down!!

Ayato: But you can’t walk by yourself, right? Then pipe down and let yourself be carried.

Also...Don’t leave my side ever again.

You got kidnapped ‘cause you left yourself wide open like that. Understood?

Yui: Y-Yeah...

( Even though he went out of his way to take me to the Carnival... )

( I ended up causing Ayato-kun trouble till the very end... )

I’m sorry...Ayato-kun.

Ayato: ...Ah?

Yui: Even though you told me to be cautious of my surroundings. ...Things turned out like this...

Ayato: ...

...Granted, you did cause me a lot of trouble today but...

...Well, it was fun in its own regard, you know?

...It was an eye-opener as well.

Yui: U-Uhm...I’m sorry, Ayato-kun.

Ayato: Aah? What?

Yui: I didn’t quite catch what you said just now, so could you repeat it one more time...?

Ayato: Haah!?

I-I didn’t say anythin’! Come on...We should get goin’ already.

Yui: Yeah!

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) 生きがい or ‘ikigai’ is a term often used in Japanese culture to refer to the one thing in life someone is the most passionate about. It literally means ‘to make life worth it’ and most people would say their ikigai is something like their family or their lover. Although in Japan, your job/work can be an ‘ikigai’ as well.

(2) 指をくわえて見ている or ‘yubi o kuwaete miteiru’ literally means ‘to watch with a finger in one’s mouth’, implying that someone is feeling envious or frustrated, but has no other choice but to simply watch.

← RETURN TO CHAPTER 3

→ PROCEED TO FINALE ENDING

→ PROCEED TO NORMAL ENDING

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #ayato sakamaki #vandead carnival #diabolik lovers translation #vcayatochapter4

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tetsurobunni · 4 years ago

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Bound Together

☞ wedding!au // 3.1k words

☼ straight up fluff and feel good, before wedding jitters, akasuga and bokuroo friendships (sobs), self made vows, non-canon

☼ pairing(s) : akaashi keiji x bokuto koutaro // mentions of daichi sawamura x sugawara koushi

☞ notes : this was total self-indulgent fluff, hope you enjoy :)

italics = inner thoughts

The outside venue bustled with the sound of laughter and conversation. Twinkling fairy lights were strung from wooden posts, fireflies lighting up the night. The atmosphere was full of excitement and anticipation, but behind a certain closed door one person was filled with all of those things- including a number of other emotions that filled the air with the feeling of an impeding storm, crackling with electricity.

Akaashi nervously fixed his tie in the mirror for the thousandth time, attempting to take deep and even breaths while pacing back and forth in the tiny dressing room. He could hear the chatter from outside, knowing that out there, at the end of that aisle, was his lover brandishing a tuxedo similar to his own.

"Keji, it's going to be okay. You're going to be okay. Now stop pacing you're making me nervous and I'm not even the one getting married," said the gray-haired setter from Karasuno, who had become one of Akaashi's dearest friends in the latter years.

Akaashi halted his pacing for only a moment to look yet again in the full length mirror that was adorned onto the wall, his eyes traveling over each and every part of his suit, fingers brushing lightly over the soft, light pink petals of the rose that was placed into the small breast pocket.

He locked eyes with Suga in the mirror, the latter giving him a gentle smile which calmed the storm ever so slightly. He couldn't believe this was actually happening- but here he was, waiting on the cue that all of the guests had been seated for the reception.

To put it lightly, Akaashi was terrified. But at the same time, tingles ignited in fingertips, flaming up his arms and into his chest as they sparkled with excitement. His palms were sweaty, stomach in tangled up knots. Nothing could have prepared him for this moment.

Suddenly the door opens, and the director pops her head in with a broad smile covering her features.

"It's time."

Akaaski takes in a sharp breath, looking over at his friend with wide eyes. 'Oh god, this is happening. It's really really happening,' he thought, mind racing, unable to form any coherent thoughts as Suga walked up to him.

"Are you ready to get married?" He questioned, bright eyes meeting his. Akaashi took in a shaky breath, glancing down at the gold band on Suga's dainty finger. The sight eased the tension in his chest, and his eyes crinkled with adoration at the thought of having his own in a matter of minutes.

"Let's do this."

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Gentle music flowed throughout the venue, ceasing any conversations and causing heads to turn towards the large oak doors at the beginning of the aisle. Bokuto ceased the wringing of his hands and light bickering with Kuroo, immediately averting his eyes to the doors.

Kuroo gave him one last slap on the back as he returned to his spot beside the former ace, supporting him as his best man. All eyes were glued to the doors at the end of the aisle as they opened in time with the beautiful music.

A small orange head of hair arrived first. Natsu carried a basket full of light pink rose petals, nervously tossing handfuls of them as she walked down the aisle. She smiled and waved as she passed her older brother, and stepped with a new found confidence.

As she reached the end of her destination, she jogged up to Bokuto and gave him a fist bump, the crowd gently laughing as they had their moment.

As the music crescendoed, all eyes were back at the start. Bokuto's heart felt like it could beat out of his chest at any moment and his eyes were already slightly wet with tears. 'Dude you're already crying and he hasn't even walked out yet. Get ahold of yourself!' he thought, frantically wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.

Akaaski stood just out of sight of the large oak doors with his mother, who had linked her arm through his. Tears were already glistening in her eyes. He took the pad of his thumb and wiped the wetness away from her face as she fondly smiled at her son.

"I'm so proud of you," she said, cupping his cheek with her palm. He leaned into her touch, closing his eyes for a brief moment before opening them again. "I love you, mom," he said, leaning down to place a gentle kiss onto her forehead. "I love you too. Now, let's go," she said, guiding Akaashi to the entrance.

A light glow casted itself onto the two as they walked through the doors. Everyone stood in awe of the beautiful man that appeared, Bokuto's eyes instantly filling with tears again as his eyes landed on his groom.

He felt like he was in a dream. The lights seemed to cast a golden halo around Akaashi's dark hair, his toned body adorned with a dark navy blue suit that matched his eyes perfectly. The pink rose was his idea-he had remembered that it was Akaashi's favorite flower so he had it arranged for him to wear one.

He looked absolutely breath taking.

On the other end of the aisle, Akaashi met the eyes of all of his friends, from past and present. He saw Suga with a tissue in his hand, Daichi holding his arms around the former's waist in an affectionate manner. To his left, Hinata and Kageyama stood, fighting to get a better view. He chuckled a little. 'Those two will never change.'

And, lastly, his eyes connected with Bokuto's. It felt as though time had stopped. The storm that had been brewing shot down one lone lightning strike. It felt as though you could feel the electricity between the two.

Akaashi's heart was beating frantically in his chest, and he felt all of his worries melt away in his gaze. Bokuto's amber orbs were watery with tears, but they only showed one overpowering emotion- love.

Akaashi felt his own tears start to fall down his face at the sight of his lover, and he decided that if he looked into his eyes any longer he might break down into sobs; he instead broke eye contact to look at the all-black suit that hugged his broad shoulders. A small pink rose matching his own was pinned to his lapel, and his hair was styled down for once.

He looked absolutely magnificent.

The music started to fade into light violin sounds as Bokuto stepped down from the altar to meet Akaashi and his mother. She looked to her son and back to his fiancée, pure fondness in her eyes. She unlinked her arm and reached for Akaashi's and Bokuto's hands.

"I love you both dearly. Kōtarō, thank you for taking care of my son," she said, now linking their two hands together as she handed him off to spend the rest of his life with his beloved. Akaashi sent a warm smile to his mother as he squeezed Bokuto's hand in his.

"I'll take good care of him Mrs. Akaashi" Bokuto said, turning now to face the former, "forever."

Akaashi's heart swelled with joy over those words, a single tear falling down his face. "Now now, the best part hasn't even started. You can't be crying now," Bokuto said, lifting his free hand up to wipe away the lone tear. "Says the one who's been crying since I walked out," Akaashi said, giggling at the face his fiancée made.

They stepped up together onto the altar, and turned towards each other so they were face-to-face. Bokuto couldn't help the radiant smile he had as he looked at his fiancée in front of him, and lightly chuckled as he had to wipe more tears from his face.

"You all may be seated," the priest said, and everyone in the room did as they were told. Akaashi wanted to turn his head to look at Suga one last time for a look of encouragement, but he couldn't stray away from Bokuto's eyes. They were filled with so much fondness and passion that it almost swept Akasshi off his feet then and there.

He felt warm looking into the eyes of the man in front of him. He felt at home. But most importantly, he felt utterly and deeply loved.

'How did I get so lucky?'

"We are gathered here today to unite these two wonderful people in marriage," the priest said as he looked out into the audience. Bokuto could hear sniffling behind him and made a mental note to collect his $5 from winning the bet he and Tsukki had made before the wedding.

"Their decision to marry has not been entered into lightly and today they publicly declare their devotion to each other. The essence of this commitment is the acceptance of each other in entirety, as lover, companion, and friend."

Akaashi gave a soft smile as he heard the words from the priest, knowing now, and forever, he would have all 3 of those things. He couldn't be happier (if he could, he would most likely combust into thin air).

"Now I have been informed that these two have made their own personal vows, so I will allow them to say them now," he said, glancing between Bokuto and Akaashi with a smile. "Who is going first?"

Bokuto shakily took a deep breath and turned around to face Kuroo, who's hand was already outstretched holding a folded (and also horribly crumpled) piece of paper.

"Dude, you got this, I promise he would love anything you wrote down, okay?" Kuroo whispered into Bokuto's ear, the latter thankful for the words of encouragement from his bestfriend.

The former ace turned back around to meet Akaashi's eyes once again. He took a deep breath and started his vows.

"Wow. You look absolutely breath-taking," he said incredulously, earning a lighthearted chuckle from the man across from him as he said a quiet 'thank you'.

"I seriously cannot believe this is happening," Bokuto said, making everyone in the audience laugh at his antics and the over-dramatic movements be was making.

"If you would have told little ole' second year me that he would be marrying Akaashi Keji, he probably would have fainted right then and there."

An abundance of laughter and fits of giggles fill the area, Akaashi himself throwing his head back laughing, a sight that not many other than Bokuto himself has seen. Once everyone calms down, he continues.

"The first time I laid eyes on you, I instantly fell in love, whether I knew it or not. And, I just, jeez, you were like this angel. This untouchable being that I could only admire from afar. Being able to play volleyball with you was like a dream come true.”

"Throughout high school I kept my feelings a secret, because honestly, why would someone like you like someone like me? I felt so much joy just being able to play with you by my side, and that was enough for me.”

"When 3rd year came along, I started to worry. By then I had acknowledged the fact the I was hopelessly in love with you, but I was afraid.”

"Afraid that if I admitted my true feelings, you would have turned me away. Afraid that I would no longer have you in my life; and that fear drove me to bury my feelings in the lowest hole I could find.”

"Until one day, this guy standing beside me," he motioned towards Kuroo with his hand, "said, and I quote, 'Dude. Just tell him. It's obvious he feels the same way. Are you really that blind?', and at first I didn't believe him.”

"But as the weeks went by, I kept reeling over what he had said in my head. So, the day before I graduated, I decided to tell you. I thought it would be my last chance to ever let you know how I truly felt.”

"And by some miraculous chance, you told me that you felt the same way."

Akaashi was freely crying by now, remembering that day like it was yesterday.

"Now, here we are, holding hands on an altar getting married," Bokuto said, eyes glimmering with his own tears, his hands lightly squeezing Akaashi's in his own.

"I don't think words could explain how thankful I am to have you in my life forever, 'Kaashi. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."

The crowd erupted into small 'awws' at Bokuto's final words to his vows, tears flowing from almost every face. Suga had to bring up a box of tissues to Bokuto, who was now a snotty teary mess.

"Wow, how do I top that?" Akaashi said, earning a few giggles from the crowd and Bokuto himself. "I don't know, because that was pretty awesome, if I do say so myself," he said, shaking his shoulders and puffing his chest out, earning a light smack on the chest from Akaashi.

"I don't know, love, but I'll try," the raven haired male said, fondly looking at Bokuto with a twinkle in his eye. With a deep breath, he pulled out his own folded piece of paper from his pocket, this one neatly folded, not a crinkle in sight. He gently unfolded it, and started his vows.

"When I first arrived at Fukurodani, I was speaking with the principal. He asked me if I was interested in any club sports, and mentioned volleyball. I wasn't sure about it, but I figured I would give it a try.”

"One of my classmates saw the flyer on my desk, and promptly said, 'Good luck with Bokuto. He's a crazy one,' and I wasn't sure what he meant until I met you."

He lightly chuckled at the memory, and he was accompanied by the laughter of others too.

"When I first met you, I knew instantly that you were trouble for me. I didn't understand as to why my gut was telling me to run away, but the very next year, I understood.”

"I had never let anyone see the real me. I was always reserved, quiet, one of the outliers in life. And I was fine with that, until I met you.”

"You were this lively, bursting ball of energy and full of so many different dimensions I couldn't comprehend. It's funny you said that you thought I was untouchable, because I thought the same about you.”

"It was the first time I had been confused about a person, the first time I was caught off guard-and it scared me. I thought that I'd ought to keep someone like you as far away from me as possible, because if I were to fall in love with someone like that, it would surely set me on fire.

"But before I knew it, you had cracked the hardened shell I had placed around myself and broke down my walls; and, like a fool, I had completely fallen in love with you."

Akaashi paused to retrieve two tissues from the box the priest was holding, handing one to Bokuto, who was now a teary mess yet again. After wiping his own face, he continued.

"The day you told me your feelings, I thought I was dreaming. That I was going to wake up any second and have to go throughout the next day a sad, moody mess; but that wasn't the case.”

"You were there, standing in front of me, real as real could get; and I thought to myself, 'I don't think I could ever be this happy again'.”

"Oh how I was so wrong.”

"The endless amount of joy and happiness you have given me since that day surpasses anything I could have dreamed of. I never thought even once that I would fall this deeply on love with another person, but here we are. You never cease to baffle me, Kōtarō.”

"You saved me. You made me complete. And for that, no words or actions could ever be enough to thank you for that.”

"I love you so much, Kōtarō."

Akaashi finished with a beaming smile, ignoring the waterfall of tears as he gazed into the eyes of his beloved. It felt as though it was just the two of them, that the whole venue had disappeared around them as they stared with so much passion into each other's eyes.

"Well, it seems as though it's my turn again," the priest said, breaking the small bubble in between the two.

"Do you both pledge to share your lives openly with one another, and to speak the truth in love? Do you promise to honor and tenderly care for one another, cherish and encourage each other, stand together, through sorrows and joys, hardships and triumphs for all the days of your lives?"

Bokuto looked at Akaashi with a giddy smile on his face.

"We do."

"Do you pledge to share your love and the joys of your marriage with all those around you, so that they may learn from your love and be encouraged to grow in their own lives?"

Akaashi returned Bokuto's smile with one of his own, his heart beating uncontrollably in his chest.

"We do."

"Now for the rings."

Suga made his way to the altar yet again to hand Akaashi a small black velvet box. Likewise, Kuroo stepped forward to hand Bokuto his own black box. The two faced each other again, antsy with anticipation.

"Bokuto, please repeat after me."

"I Kōtarō Bokuto, promise to love and support you, Akaashi, and live each day with kindness, understanding, truth, humor, and passion. With this ring I wed," he repeated as the priest had told him to, carefully sliding the thin golden band onto Akaashi's slender finger.

"Akaashi, please repeat after me."

"I, Akaashi Keji, promise to love and support you Kōtarō and live each day with kindness, understanding, truth, humor, and passion. With this ring I thee wed," he said, reaching for Bokuto's hand just as he had done previously, sliding the gold band onto his left finger.

The two now held hands, both with smiles on their faces that could light up the world.

"It is my honor that I now pronounce you husband and husband," the priest said, slightly turning towards Bokuto. "You can kiss him now, I know you've been waiting patiently for this," he added on, chuckling at the child-like grin Bokuto adorned on his face.

In a moments notice, Bokuto grabbed Akaashi by the waist, spun him around, and dipped him.

"Here's to forever, 'Kaashi."

"Here's to forever."

The kissed they shared sealed their future, two beautiful souls finally bound together as one.

#bokuaka #haikyuu #wedding au #akaashi keiji #fanfic #fluff #hq fluff

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malethirsty · 5 years ago

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Top Marks: Fessy Shafaat

Summary: You knew what you wanted: Your former Professor Fessy Shafaat. Would he want you? The answer was more surprising that you thought.

Warnings: M/M smut (21+), Bareback (Wrap Before You Tap!)

Your UNI reunion was a massive affair. People whom hadn’t seen each other in years, all arrived at the Town Hall for a night of boozy indulgence, snobbishness, dancing to obnoxious EDM and reinvigorated connections. You weren’t really up for any of it. You only wanted to restore contact with your former Professor Fessy Shafaat.

Back when you took English with him, you were enamored by his kind nature & his guidance of your skills. In a year, you had turned poor grades into As, making you a skilled Pen smith. Along with his guidance, his good looks also helped, you often found it a bit tricky to concentrate on what others were saying cause you were spending so much time gazing at his toned muscles, wondering what it would be like to rip off his shirt & ride him till he came screaming your name. Knowing that you had to be professional, you kept yourself together, but now he was no longer your teacher, you could pursue him.

You soon spotted him over by the non alcoholic punch bowl. You darted over, using the punch as a ice breaker “Hey Professor Fessy!” He glanced over grinning “Hey Y/N! Nice to see you again” “Likewise” you grinned gesturing to the punch “Had a glass? You might want to before someone spikes it, you know how these things go.” “Good point” Fessy drew up a glass, you pulling up a chair next to him. “So, how have you been?” He asked.

Over the next half an hour, you told Fessy of your plans to Live Blog life, to try and capitalize on the Instagram Influencer trend that was occurring and your new apartment arrangements in the city. “So how have things been with you?” You asked Fessy “I’m taking some time away from work to do a bit of soul searching, to find who I am.” “And what have you found so far?” you inquired “That I should take more risks & if something or someone is in front of me and I want to achieve them, I should.” Right now, you & Fessy were very close, no one seemed to notice, everyone incredibly drunk. “I know you think I’m hot and you’re right, I am. I want to take a risk on you Y/N, fuck you till you’re screaming for me, let’s get out of here.” You stood very rapidly, Fessy letting a grin out, as you made your way out of the hall.

Knowing other more sober people in the burb would talk if you & Fessy drove off together, so Fessy led the way, you following behind. The tension was white hot, and eventually you were both able to park your cars and head into 20th Flooring Space. “I’m on the penthouse, want to go in?” “Fuck yes” you groaned as Fessy steered you towards the elevator. You made it up to his office space and crossed through the waiting room, to get to where Fessy was managing his soul search trip. You got a glimpse of the well set up office, which included a fancy skyline, before you were backed into the door. Fessy was kissing you, your dream man was kissing you. You returned the kiss with vigor, finally getting to grab on Fessy’s hot body, the thick bulging muscles on his beautiful caramel skin. “Fuck” Fessy groaned, breaking it “That was good” he suddenly turned stern, a hot kind, not one that would make you shrink away but a kind that would get you horny “You wanna be daddy’s slut Y/N?” You nodded eagerly, Fessy’s hands in your hair and pulling you down to the floor, then going to his pants “Well then, suck daddy’s dick.” As his dick came out, you gasped, it was so beautiful, so massive and matched up exactly how it was when you pictured your former Professor. “Get to it.” Fessy growled, grabbing your head and shoving you forwards, realizing you needed to concentrate, you started to suck his dick, gagging a little, Fessy pulling back. “Y/N, breathe through your nose if it gets too much.” You continued your sucking using the breathing advice, grabbing Fessy’s still clothed ass for leverage “Ahh. Yeah, that’s good Y/N, get it wet cause soon that will be up your ass!” You caught your breath, Fessy was finally going to fuck you!

Fessy held you there for a good solid five, and you had also alternated between his dick and his balls which led to him growling out in pleasure “Fuck, Y/N, you’re so damn good. God if I keep going I’m gonna blow in your mouth.” You pulled off briefly to look up at your former Professor, blissed out on you “Do it sir, I’ve waited too long for you, spill down my throat.” That was all it took, Fessy grabbed your head and shoved you back down, now going at a rougher pace “OH FUCK! You’re such a slut for me, making my cock so damn hard, you’re gonna take all of me, and after you’re done, you’re gonna look at me with those pretty eyes & say ‘Thank you Professor Shafaat, thank you for using me like the whore I am’” he continued for a few more moments before a massive moaning yell escaped his mouth, his load shooting down your throat, tasting salty but so sweet. You looked up at Fessy and recited your line, causing him to pick you up, slam you against the door and kiss you again.

“Let’s get naked” Fessy grinned. You pulled off his shirt revealing his beautiful caramel torso, he looked like your protector, someone who would bend heaven & hell to keep you safe whilst he fucked you deep. Fessy also pulled off all of your clothing “Now I don’t understand why when they said ‘Best Dressed’ you would come in that suit when this one looks better.” Fessy grinned, grabbing his cock and stroking it. He made his way to the desk & sat down “Come here & bend over the desk & stick your ass out for me.” Again, you did as he instructed, taking effort to not shove anything off his desk that he needed “Babe, I’m gonna prepare you for my cock now, it’s gonna be a bit painful but tell me if you want to stop, I want this to be amazing.” You nodded & suddenly Fessy had slid a finger up your ass, it was a bit odd but Fessy soothed you “That’s it babe, you’re doing so well.” You moaned under his praise, hearing him praise you was always good, you pushed backed and moaned when Fessy added another finger. You began to work over them, groaning out “That’s gonna be my cock in a moment” Fessy told you, making you groan “Fuck yes Fessy, I need you!” “How badly do you need me?” “Sir, I’ve wanted you for so long, wanted to ride you at your desk, whilst getting to grips with your beautiful chest, wanted you to take me to yours & fuck me so good on the bed, I need you Fessy, please fuck me!” Fessy surveyed you before pulling you up “Let’s get this crap off my desk.” He said as he shoved all his documents, even his laptop off of the wooden surface before placing you back on it, him stroking his cock to prepare himself “No turning back babe, once you take me, I’m not stopping till we both cum” you nodded towards him & Fessy finally moved forwards, thrusted into your ass. Fessy started with a moderate pace, groaning as he started “Fuck Y/N, your hole is so fucking tight. It’s so warm, it’s taking my cock so well!” You groaned whilst grinning “That’s because I want you so fucking bad Fessy” “Well now you have me, and I’m gonna fuck you so good babe” and he did.

His pace increased and so did the passion, he left kisses down your neck, and bites as well, intending on giving you a massive hickey. You threw your head back as you moaned out loud “YES! Fuck me Fessy!” “Yeah you love this big dick, you’re taking me so well, you’re my perfect slut babe. Throw your ass back, work it for me.” You did as instructed, getting more of Fessy’s cock, you both moaning out a “Oh fuck!”

After a while of Fessy fucking you at his desk, he suddenly moved away. You looked around “Fessy why” your question was stopped by Fessy scooping you up & kissing you, he led you over to the skyline window surveying the city & placed your back against it, before fucking you again “I want to fuck you on the skyline, have other workers next door watch your back, only seeing a bit of how well I’m fucking you. I get the full damn show, and man do I like what I see!” You moved your hands over Fessy’s chest, you knew you wouldn’t last much longer & wanted to savour him. Fessy moaned as you did this “Yeah, admire my chest, see how my pecs bounce as I fuck you deep!” They looked beautiful, you turned your attention to them and watched as Fessy groaned as you worked them over “Fuck! That’s fucking amazing! Keep going & I’ll cum!” You finally found enough composure to speak “F-Fessy, the way my ass is tightening around you, I-I think I’m gonna cum!” Fessy led you back to his desk, sitting you both down in his chair. You road him roughly, both of you groaning so loud it filled the room. The tension was full blown, searingly white hot as you kept going before you finally both let out a scream, your load being shot over the both of you whilst his was shot deep in your ass.

You stayed there for a while, panting before Fessy kisses you again “Give me your phone number, I want to do this again.” You both moved to grab your phones to make the exchange, Fessy entering your number in his phone as you read it out. “Good, I think we need to get dressed, I’ll take you home and tomorrow I can begin to instruct you on sex.” “So there’s more than that?” You asked Fessy “So much more babe & you’re gonna love every. single. moment.” He broke up his speech with kisses & as you got dressed and left with him, you were happy and content, like you were on top of the world.

#Faysal Shafaat #male reader #Faysal Shafaat x Male Reader #Faysal Shafatt Smut

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gunnerpalace · 5 years ago

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When ever people analyze bleach and its flaws everyone always seems to convinetly leave out Kubo getting really sick, his injury to his arm, the Voltile relationship he and Shonen had, him runing out of time and missing deadlines because of said injury anf constantly being sick. Shonen telling him he had so much time to finish stuff.

I’m awake right now because I have mild heartburn, and I saw this. And it pissed me off so much that I decided to get up to go to my computer so I could answer it properly.

What a miserable pile of fucking excuses.

He was sick? Who gives a shit. Here’s a list of famous writers who dealt with crippling illnesses. You might recognize names such as Dickens, Updike, Wharton, Proust, Orwell, Milton, Joyce, and Melville. His arm was injured? Boo-fucking-hoo. You want painters? How about Frida Kahlo, a true badass? Here’s a list of famous painters who dealt with physical disabilities. Do Michelangelo, Van Gogh, and Matisse sound familiar? Hey, how about Peter Longstaff, a contemporary artist who is missing both arms and paints with his feet? Or Mariusz Kedzierski, who was born without arms but still paints? You want to go into other arts? How about Beethoven, who was deaf? We can go on!

A truly passionate artist creates regardless of their circumstances, because they want to or, more accurately, have to, in spite of their health.

“Hey, it’s really not cool to suggest that artists should put their work ahead of their health!”

I agree! And that’s not what I’m saying. I’m saying in general that a truly committed artist will do so regardless of what you tell them to do, because they can’t stop themselves. And more often than not, that artist will also takes steps to mitigate the damage to their health in the process.

Let’s talk actual manga and mangaka. There’s Berserk, which has been running since 1989, and is frequently on hiatus because Miura focuses on other things. Maybe you think that’s not a fair comparison because it’s seinen and appears in a monthly publication. Okay, are you familiar with Hunter × Hunter? It’s been running since 1998. It’s published by Shueisha in Weekly Shounen Jump and is constantly on hiatus, sometimes for years, because Togashi deals with illness.

Hmm. Why does Shueisha treat Togashi so differently, I wonder?

Here’s the thing: That Man explicitly chose not to take a break. You’re telling me he couldn’t have? He clearly could have. Togashi proves it. Maybe Shueisha discriminated against him, you say. Okay, so whose fault is that likely to have been, and why? It clearly doesn’t have to do with taking your time.

Bleach went inexorably downward in popularity following the conclusion of the Soul Society arc. Its volume sales plummeted. It was consistently at the bottom of Weekly Shounen Jump’s ratings. Aizen was defeated in chapter 423. The manga ended on chapter 686. That’s 263 chapters, or 38% of the manga’s runtime, to wrap things up with rock-bottom ratings. 263 chapters published across more than 5 years, because chapters 424–432 were released in a volume on April 11, 2011, and that happens many months after their original publication. And you’re trying to tell me that he was on a deadline?

What the fuck did he spend all that time doing? Because it sure wasn’t answering most of the questions he’d posed or explaining his manga.

And when they finally said “No more,” what did he do with his remaining chapters, pray tell? Draw shit like Mayuri Kurotsuchi fighting a literal fucking giant hand, like Kenpachi getting a bankai that did literally nothing and advanced his fight not one jot, and spend his last 5 chapters very deliberately and very methodically producing the shittiest ending possible that assassinated all of his characters. Bleach would’ve ended with more integrity if Yhwach had literally just killed everyone.

Could there be a little more nuance to his relationship with Shueisha? Sure. Every story has two sides. But the truth is not always somewhere in the middle.

The evidence is pretty clear that Shueisha gave him plenty of time, and he pissed it all away on completely self-indulgent and frivolous shit that essentially nobody wanted.

It seems evident to me, if less substantiated, that he became embittered and burnt out at the lack of embrace of his grand vision by both his editors, publisher, and audience, and decided to cut the nose off the face of his work to spite all parties in the end.

From where I sit, Noriaki “Tite” Kubo was a primadonna whose bad working relationship with his publisher stemmed from his own arrogance and hubris. I think that is self-evidently clear from what he chose to spend his time focusing on and how it was received. He was not ever interested in exploring his work. He was interested in giving the appearance of depth through the shallowest of means, of designing ever more characters, and in focusing on “cool fights” (none of which were actually particularly good compared to many of those of his peers).

“But shouldn’t an artist show integrity?”

Yes. To their work. That Guy showed integrity to himself. The two are not the same thing. The former is passionate creation. The latter is masturbatory self-indulgence. Individual artists or assemblages of artists will often do stupid shit that is poorly received and try to say that they were being “true to their vision” ex post facto to excuse it, when even a casual investigation will show that their “truth” was a betrayal of the premises, tone, themes, or characters in question, which is precisely why it was stupid and poorly received. Bleach is no different in that regard than say, Mass Effect 3.

I have talked before about how he betrayed his creation in an aesthetic and ethical sense. I stand by that completely. We were presented with what he thought was good, not what was true to the work itself. He put his ego ahead of everything else, and in my opinion that is reflected in his bad working relationship with his publisher, in his refusal to take breaks, in his refusal to plan or plot ahead properly, in his refusal to properly pay-off his story, and in his refusal to provide a proper conclusion.

He blew his property up, dumped his notes on Narita, and promptly fucked off.

To compare to another mangaka, look at Gintama, where Sorachi was shuffled from Weekly Shounen Jump to Jump Giga, and then finally to his own app when he just couldn’t finish it in time. That is passion and dedication in being true to one’s work.

Fuck Noriaki “Tite” Kubo and fuck his fucking excuses. Less privileged people have done vastly more, vastly better, with vastly less.

And don’t even get me started on that almost certainly bullshit story about the anonymous sick child who told him to stay true to his “original vision.” Fuck that. Fuck that in detail, and fuck it in general. That kind of tunnel-vision bullshit is what leads to train wrecks like the endings to How I Met Your Mother or HBO’s version of Game of Thrones. Art evolves and grows. Courage is not desperately clinging to your original vision in spite of your work having taken a different course than you imagined. Courage is allowing your art to blossom and bloom naturally.

I said I could call him much worse than just Noriaki? I can. He’s a fucking Art Criminal. I hope he legitimately never makes another creative thing again for the rest of his miserable life. I will never forgive him and in my opinion he is the ultimate example of how not to conduct yourself artistically. He is The Donald Trump of Art. He is Anti-Artist One. He is the Art Antichrist. If I wanted to show my real feelings regarding him I would call him The Shitlord instead of Noriaki or That Guy. He deserves the epithet.

Fuck him.

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jaehyun-eclipsed · 5 years ago

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Before I Met You | Six

Updates: Sundays, 8 PM EST

Pairing: NCT (Jaehyun, Lucas…) X Reader/OC

Genre: Romance, Angst, Coming of Age

Summary: Four. There were four people before I fell in love with you… Here are their stories.

Warnings: Contains some swearing

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After several weeks of constant stress and endless studying, high school was finally coming to an end. I was never one to take many photos, but I knew there were people that I’d likely never see again. So on the last day of class, I decided to ask some of them to take a picture. My first and only class with Lucas was biology.

“Hey,” I say to Lucas, Seulgi, and Yang Yang. “Take a picture with me.”

“Okay!” Lucas responds.

“Oh, so you’ll take a picture for Y/N but not for me?” Seulgi snaps.

Oh shit.

Lucas doesn’t say anything, but I decide to put my foot in my mouth. “I’m just special,” I say with a smile.

Seulgi doesn’t respond, her face attempting to smile in order to hide the bitterness she actually felt.

Oh my God, Y/N. You’re such an idiot.

“Let’s take the picture!” Lucas says. “Yang Yang, you take it!”

Graduation came and went. It was weird. It hadn’t really hit me yet that I had graduated from high school. The ceremony was rather uneventful. Doyoung, Taeyeon, Hyojin, Hana, and I were all being honored as part of the top twenty in our class. This meant that we were set to walk the stage first and then after that, we sat in the audience, glancing back at the crowd every so often to see how many more rows of students had to walk. Quite honestly, we were bored.

The ceremonial cap tossing was followed by many hugs, selfies, and promises to hang out during the summer before truly needing to say goodbye to those who would be leaving for college. For a moment, it felt like time stopped. Bright lights shone down on everyone, providing a spotlight as if it was our last moment on stage.

“Y/N! We’re done!” Lucas shouts as he runs towards me, picking me up and spinning me around as confetti falls around us.

“Congratulations, Lucas!”

His eyes are sparkling when he sets me down, his hands still holding onto my arms. We smile at each other for a moment before he realizes he’s still holding me.

“Oh!” he remarks, dropping his hands and nervously rubbing one of them behind his neck. “Good luck at Berkeley, Y/N. Make sure you come back and visit.”

“Thank you, I definitely will.”

“Maybe we can hang out this summer?”

My heart jumps at the suggestion and the naïve thought of a first date and first kiss during my last summer before college. The fantasy was a heartbreaking cliché with the word ‘BAD’ written all over it in capital letters. There was something so appealing about it. The summer fling with the boy from high school; falling in love too fast after a passionate kiss at the beach; an emotional goodbye and shattering heartbreak as one had to leave because real life got in the way. This kind of situation never ends well. It’s indulging in the forbidden fruit only to realize it was poisoned from the very beginning.

“Yeah.” I smile. “I’d like that.”

I was quick to learn of Lucas’s new job at a clothing store at the mall. He was notorious for posting every little thing he did on social media and had a poor habit of posting on Snapchat while he was driving. It made it easy to figure out where he was all the time. Plus, the store he worked at was a place I often shopped at already.

“When did you start working here?”

Lucas folds a shirt, placing it on the shelf before turning around to face me. “Right after school got out. I like the clothes here.”

“Yeah, I do too.”

“If you want anything, just let me know. They give me forty percent off everything except clearance,” he says. “I’ll buy it for you and you can pay me back. Like, I just bought a bunch of jewelry for Sooyoung.”

Well that’s nice of him.

“Thanks!” I hold up a beige scarf. “I think I’m going to buy this, but it’s on clearance.”

He smiles. “It looks nice. Let me know when you’re ready to check out!”

“Oh, I’m ready now. This is all I’m getting today.”

He nods and leads me over to the cash register. I hand him the scarf and he begins to palm through it to look for any security tags.

“Hey, so we should hang out.” He keeps his gaze on the scarf. “Maybe grab lunch or something?”

The temptation to take a bite into the fruit returns. Yes, we were just getting lunch, but it was still something. He wants to hang out one-on-one. Who says this can’t turn into something more after that?

“Yeah! That would be great!” I say with a wide grin.

He taps several keys on the register before telling me to swipe my card. “Okay, you can just text me and we’ll hang out!”

An alarm sounds off in my head. It’s brief, but nevertheless, it’s still there. Why do I have to text you if you want to go? Maybe this is an open-ended thing so that I can ask him if I actually want to go and it’s not a full blown rejection if he asks and I say ‘no’.

I force a smile before my perplexed feeling can be expressed on my face. “Okay… Maybe next week because I’m supposed to go to orientation for school this weekend.”

“Yeah! That sounds good!”

I look up at the clock tower as my orientation group walks by. Wouldn’t it be nice for Lucas to come visit me and we could take walks around campus? The sun is about to set, glowing a blazing gold and orange over the horizon. A new beginning. This is where I’m going to spend the next four years of my life, supposedly making new friends and memories to last a lifetime.

“It’s going to be completely different.”

“You’re going to have so much fun.”

“You’re going to meet so many smart and interesting people!”

“You’re going to meet someone much better than Lucas.”

“You’re going to love it!”

This was the collage of phrases I’d heard over the past few months since I had chosen a school. I had good faith it would be true. I liked the people I had met in my orientation group; we all had the same goal and everyone was relatively nice with the exception of one of my roommates for the night. She was tall and blonde and seemed to be rather arrogant. From the way she looked at me, I took it that she just thought I was a typical nerd. Fortunately, I didn’t have to spend much time with her since she wasn’t in my orientation group. If I wasn’t with my group, I was exploring on my own.

“Hey! Let’s all take a picture on the steps!”

But being here… actually being here… terrified me to no end. Aside from coming here to tour the campus and make some initial contacts, we were supposed to meet with college counselors and select our first semester classes.

I discovered that selecting the classes you needed to take wasn’t even the hard part; it was signing up for the classes that was a challenge. My orientation date was in the middle, so by the time I was able to sign up, the sections I had wanted were already full.

I felt like I didn’t know what I was doing. Prior to arriving, we were instructed to fill out a questionnaire to determine what classes we would need to take for our intended majors. You didn’t have to declare a major until sophomore year, but you at least had to start working towards it so that you could graduate on time. It’s a terrible system. At eighteen, you’re expected to have an idea of what you supposedly want to commit to for the rest of your life. The system even lets you determine that you’re responsible enough to make a decision that can cost hundreds of thousands of dollars.

And now, even while taking a commemorative photo with the sun suggesting a brighter future, all I wanted to do was cry. I’m not ready for college. I’m not ready to leave home. I’m just not ready. And suddenly, I’m left wondering if this whole time, my perceived independence and confidence, was just me pretending…

After returning from orientation, I was trying to find ways to distract myself from my inevitable future that I wasn’t ready for. I had made attempts to find things I enjoyed as I realized this may be the only summer for the next several years that would be completely free of responsibility. No summer homework, no internship – I was free to be self-indulgent. So I spent a lot of my time doing things I didn’t allow myself to have time for while in high school. I’d read, watch movies, and take walks at the mall. I’d even go to parties held by my former high school classmates. But of course, I also spent a lot of that time thinking about Lucas.

Maybe I’ll ask him today. It’s been a week since I’ve seen him… That seems like enough time.

Me to Lucas [4:15 PM] Hey! You busy tomorrow? Wanna get lunch?

I place my phone down, twiddling with my thumbs and waiting for my phone screen to light up.

He’s definitely going to want to go. And then we’ll get to have lunch and maybe we can hang out some more before I have to leave! And maybe… just maybe, he’ll tell me he likes me!

I smile at the thought. It’s a last hurrah before having to leave everything. I’d get my happy, sad summer ending.

But of course, that thought quickly drifts out of reach again as time creeps by. Fifteen minutes, thirty minutes, an hour…

It was my birthday and biology all over again. When Hana invited him to go to my birthday dinner, he took hours to respond, never directly saying he couldn’t come, just that he was preoccupied. He did the same thing with our biology project, never directly saying he hadn’t finished it, just that he was busy with something else that apparently took precedent.

Lucas [5:45 PM] I have work tomorrow

I roll my eyes. He’s lying again. And you just had so much hope that you would get your chance even though you knew. I only had one word for him.

Me [6:00 PM] Okay.

This is a pattern.

This is a trait.

And I was dumb enough to fall for it three times.

Later that night, while festering in my annoyance, I receive a text from Siwoo.

Siwoo [8:09 PM] I overheard Lucas talking about you

My eyes widen. Lucas was talking about me?

Me [8:15 PM] What? Where?

Siwoo [8:17 PM] At the mall. Sicheng and Yang Yang were waiting for him to get off work and I was in the store looking at something

Me [8:18 PM] What did they say?

Siwoo [8:21 PM] Sicheng asked Lucas if he was still thinking about asking you out and Lucas didn’t say anything. So Sicheng guessed that Lucas already did and Lucas was like “I asked her to get lunch but I have to work tomorrow.” Then Sicheng was like “I thought you said you didn’t have to go to work tomorrow? You should just go with Y/N. Who cares about Seulgi?”

Wow, so he was lying. And he has absolutely no idea that I have people looking out for me to give me confirmation about these things.

It definitely pays to have friends in all circles. I can have eyes everywhere.

Me [8:22 PM] So he was lying! Wtf. What does Seulgi have to do with this?

Me [8:23 PM] What did they say after that?

Siwoo [8:24 PM] Lying? About what?

Me [8:26 PM] I asked him to get lunch tomorrow and he just said he had to work. No rescheduling, no nothing

Siwoo [8:27 PM] Jackass. I guess Seulgi doesn’t want Lucas dating you

Siwoo [8:29 PM] Yang Yang said that Seulgi would get really pissed and then asked if he really wanted to go. Lucas said he did but also was afraid because Seulgi would get mad because she’s jealous of you and he’s been friends with her longer

Seulgi… always getting in the way.

Me [8:32 PM] Jfc. She won’t date him and when he wants to go after someone else, she gets mad. What does she want??

Siwoo [8:34 PM] Idk... that’s all I heard

One of my favorite things to do is have late night chats. There’s something so intoxicating about the night – it brings out honesty despite its purpose of making everything dark… hidden… mysterious. The comfort of the night allows us to reveal our deepest secrets in confidence. It gives a false sense of safety. You trade your ability to hide your body language, thinking that’s what you need to keep secret when voluntarily speaking words you’d thought you’d never say aloud.

The night is an oxymoron.

Yet, it is when I thrive. My best thinking is done at night. My best conversations occur at night.

I had a habit of keeping my dad up at late hours into the night, pitching my ideas, revealing my thoughts, running through an endless list of scenarios. I could’ve chosen any other time of day to do this, but night was always my preferred time. That’s when I was the best at being honest to myself about Lucas. There were fewer distractions and I could kick more sense into myself when the temptation was unusually strong.

“How come he said he wanted to hang out and then when I ask him, he lies and says he has to work?” I ask angrily, pacing in my dad’s room.

“I don’t know. Maybe he’s scared,” my dad responds. “But you know, he appears to have a habit of doing this.”

“So he’s just flakey,” I say, making more of a statement than asking a question.

“Yes.”

“He didn’t even say ‘no’! He just said he had to work and didn’t say anything about rescheduling.” I frown. “Does that mean he doesn’t actually want to go?”

“You mentioned earlier that Siwoo overheard him talking about Seulgi?”

“Yeah?”

“I do think Seulgi is jealous of you.”

I stop pacing and huff, putting my hands on my hips. “That’s ridiculous! She has all of these guys all over her! She gets way more attention than I do! Why would she ever be jealous of me?!”

“People don’t like it when others do better than they do,” he says. “I’m sure she thinks you’re a lot smarter than her. And even if she doesn’t think you’re prettier than she is, she can’t deny that you’re not attractive.”

Gnawing on my bottom lip, I contemplate what he tells me. It is possible, but I can’t imagine anyone feeling that way about me. I’m the quiet one that no one pays attention to except when they want answers on their homework. That’s not entirely true, but I honestly thought that no one really cared about what I did. I just did my schoolwork and minded my own business. The most people would ever really talk to me about was college. Long story short, my conclusion was that everyone thought I was boring. Granted, Siwoo did mention all of those other comments from Ara and Yunji. I guess I had more confirmation of some of these statements than I would have liked to admit or was able to believe.

“So if I go to the mall and see him again, he’s probably going to bring up hanging out again.” My face sours, disgusted at how easily Lucas could say things he doesn’t mean over and over again. “What should I say to him?”

“What you should do, is next time you see him, make him pick the time and date. Just tell him, ‘If you’re so busy, then why don’t you pick the time and the date? Then let me know.’ Flip it back onto him.”

Even though I knew any attempts to hang out with Lucas were probably nonexistent – and definitely nonexistent if I flipped the decision back onto him – I didn’t want to give up like that. But the rational part of me knew this would be the best thing to do. Summer was more than half gone already. What could we possibly do in that time even if we did hang out once or twice? I was onto bigger and better things with completely different people. Who cares about some idiot from high school?

This shirt looks nice. I pull the hanger from the rack, admiring the red, sleeveless blouse. It would be nicely paired with some blue denim shorts.

“Hey!”

When I hear Lucas’s voice, something kicks in… likely my rationality because suddenly, I’m angry.

I glance over my shoulder, seeing him leaning against a wall next to me. “Hey.”

“So school starts soon, huh?”

I continue admiring the blouse, holding it up to my body to estimate the fit. “Yeah, I’m leaving in a few weeks.”

“Oh! We should hang out before then!”

Here we go…

I internally roll my eyes, completely exasperated as I had mentally prepared myself for this moment. I was not going to give in again. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Fool me three times, I’m an idiot. Fool me four times? Yeah, not going to happen.

“I think you tried to hit me up, right?” he continues, crossing one foot over the other and pulling his phone out. “But I think I was busy that week.”

Yeah, you were “working”.

“Yeah, well, since you’re so busy,” I say. “How about you decide?” I cross my arms. “Pick the date, pick the time, let me know.”

He keeps his gaze on his phone, scrolling with his thumb, probably pretending to filter through his “completely booked” calendar.

“Okay,” he agrees. “So just text you?”

I can feel the sharpness of my tongue as I respond, “Yep.”

“When are you leaving?”

“On the fifteenth.”

He smiles at me, uncrossing his legs and placing his phone back in his pocket. “All right, well, my shift is over so I’ll hit you up later.”

Right… I’m sure you will.

A couple days later, I opted to go to a coffee shop that my high school classmates would frequent after class. I had brought a book along with me and was going to spend the next hour or so reading while sipping on a lavender latte before going to meet Hana for dinner.

“Y/N?”

I lift my head from my book and turn in the direction of the voice.

“Oh, hey Sicheng!”

Sicheng and I weren’t really friends, but we could always have conversations. We were acquaintances at best, but he was best friends with Lucas and Kibum. And all throughout high school, he was always kind and respectful towards me. Despite him becoming ‘one of the guys’ when he was around his friends, he was one of the nicer ones of the group and he knew how to flip off that switch when he would talk to anyone else outside of his posse.

He smiles at me and walks over to my table. “Just reading?”

“Yeah, I thought I’d get a lavender latte before meeting Hana for dinner.”

“Oh nice.”

I look at his hand that’s gripping onto the backpack slung over his shoulder. “Are you here to work on something?”

“Hm?” He follows my gaze to his backpack. “Oh, yeah, I have some scholarship essays I need to work on. When are you leaving for school?”

“In a couple weeks.”

“Congratulations, Y/N! That’s really exciting!”

“Thanks! I’m excited… though, I’m quite nervous too.”

“Yeah, I bet…” he trails off.

He looks down at my book, continuing to linger at my table. His mouth opens slightly and he smiles, like he’s contemplating on saying something. I raise an eyebrow up at him, silently asking what’s on his mind.

Suddenly, he says something that’s somewhat out of left field. “Hey, do you talk to Lucas?”

My eyes narrow. “I see him at the mall sometimes,” I say. “I buy a lot of my clothes at the store he works at. Why?”

“Oh, uh, I was just wondering if you guys hang out…”

What are you fishing for?

“Did he say something?”

“No… no, not really.” Sicheng presses his lips together. “Did he ask you out?”

Well that was forward.

I swallow and narrow my eyes again, wondering what on earth Sicheng could be getting at. “Like, on a date?”

“Yeah.”

“No, he did ask me to hang out though…” I shake my head, trying to dismiss all of the fluff. Sicheng just needs to get to the point. “Why are you asking?”

He sighs in frustration. “Okay, to tell you the truth, he likes you.”

I raise an eyebrow, questioning both the truth of the statement and his reasons for telling me. “Really…” I say skeptically. “It doesn’t seem like it.”

“He wants to go out with you, Y/N.”

“What?” I ask, incredulity lacing my tone. “I – I don’t understand. Why are you even telling me this?”

He clicks his tongue. “Look, I –” He sighs again, shifting his gaze to a far corner of the room before turning to look back at me. “Lucas is my best friend and I’m just tryin’ to help him out because – as much as I like Seulgi, she’s being a bitch.”

Of all the things for Sicheng to do, I never thought he would do this. He’s always been nice, but why would he ever confess that Lucas likes me? Why would he out his best friend?

My expression is perplexed, confused at his confession. I don’t say anything and let him continue.

“She knows Lucas likes you, but she doesn’t even like, want him to talk to you.” His face turns sour. “So, I’m just – I’m just seeing how you feel because he’s my friend and Seulgi’s just being…” he trails off, waving his hand in dismissal.

I shrug, making a gesture with my hands to express frustration. At this point, telling him the truth doesn’t really seem to make any difference. “Well, I’d go out with him if he asked, but –”

“Yeah, I know…” he interjects, offering me a small smile. “I know you’re leaving soon, but I don’t know… I just thought I’d see what’s up with you and try to help Lucas out before then.”

This was a strange revelation. I never expected Sicheng to do this. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel all giddy inside having confirmation that Lucas did like me. Unfortunately, my opinion of Seulgi had deteriorated even further and gave me confirmation that what she did at Winter Ball was, in fact, on purpose. She couldn’t stand having a different girl having (in her eyes, steal) Lucas’s attention. That was too great of a hit to her ego. On the other hand, all this told me was that Lucas had little to no backbone. He was easily influenced by someone that wasn’t good for him and would never fully return his affections. Yet, he couldn’t stand not having her in his life even if all she would end up doing is crushing him. I guess we both have something else in common – at least for the next few weeks.

I was a fool. The temptation to bite into the forbidden fruit was too great and the truth of the matter was that I didn’t even get to bite into it. It was always within reach, on a branch that was just a smidge too high. But then a gust of wind blew and the fruit fell and hit me in the head.

Lucas never did text me.

And I never heard from him after that.

Perhaps the first dance really was the last.

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warlock-enthusiast · 5 years ago

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What is happening to me?

So, here is a totally self-indulging piece of fiction for the Wayhaven Chronicles.

FemDetective x Adam du Mortain (nsfw)

The Detective is alone in her bed and Adam is just a room away and she can’t stop thinking about him. Luckily, she has some time on her hands and tries to be quiet. Well, she isn’t.

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I sit on the bed and sigh.

What a day.

Or more like a week.

I press my head against my pillows.

A month , if I’m being honest with myself.

Sighing, I turn around and try to ignore my nightmares. They’re creeping too close at the edge of my consciousness. Being introduced to a world of monsters and fairy tales, including your estranged mother, would do that to you. Not to mention that not every monster is an actual monster.

Being close to a bunch of vampires alters your perception of the world.

My worn pjs offer a much needed sense of protection. I love the shorts and my oversized shirt and how they smell like my favourite fabric softener. Just a lingering hint of orange and cinnamon. It’s the small things that keep the crazy at bay.

And the darkness. Thinking about Murphy makes me taste blood and ash and it seems as if my throat is suddenly dry and swollen.

Fantastic.

My phone vibrates and I roll over to pick it up from my nightstand, thankful for the diversion. Tina demands some answers about the agents staying at my flat and how they occupy most of the space. She uses far too many smileys.

Come on, show me the deets! - I can’t. Already in bed.

Barely an inconvenience!

- I have to sleep ;) Will talk to you in the morning.

Spoilsport! You’re off my christmas list.

I put the phone down and chuckle. She and Felix would probably make a great couple, optimistic, cheerful and empathic, but I push the thought away and try to sleep.

It doesn’t work.

I know Adam is in the next room. Flashes of our talks occupy my head. The lingering sensations of him touching me.

The others have left for some urgent Agency business. Mason and Felix are patrolling the streets, while Nate had to drive all the way back to their hidden headquarters. Something to do with a sighting of a kelpie and his superior researching abilities. To be quite honest, I envy Nate’s concentration. These days I can barely manage to read a few pages of a book, before drifting off. Adam stayed behind to protect me from Murphy. Someone had to and he didn’t allow any sort of discussion or arguments. He never does when they talk about me.

I can’t help my wandering thoughts, because I’m caught somewhere between exhaustion and an anxiety attack.

Imagining Adam next to me helps. Does he actually have any hobbies? Is he passionate about something? Why does he appear so closed off and unreachable? Does he ever sit down? I can see him leaning against a wall with his shirt tight across his chest. I blush and put my hand against my mouth.

No, no bad brain. Stop.

His green eyes and pale, creamy skin. The way he always meets my eyes, unflinching, tense. When he touches me, my whole self is lit on fire. With him in the room, I always feel like standing on a cliff, an ocean beneath me. I know that we’ll never have such a relationship. Adam is too caught up in his duty and whatever he sees when he finds a moment to relax. I can sense a certain hopelessness around him. At times, he even seems lost.

Adam is good at hiding it, though. And a girl can dream, yes?

And lately my dreams offer a strange combination of him and doom and gloom.

I prefer the former.

My skin prickles and heat settles in my stomach. It’s too late now. I’m a weak, weak woman. I feel my fingers wandering over my chest, opening the buttons, caressing my skin and raising goosebumps along the way. My nipples harden and I imagine Adam closing his mouth around them, with his weight pushing my down onto the bed. Would he bite? Use his teeth to grace my skin?

I've always liked a bit of pain.

The shorts are old and offer enough space to put my hand beneath the hem. I use my free hand to quench my sounds. No need for Adam to hear my wimpers. But … it is an alluring thought. A mere wall is keeping us apart. I could get up, undress myself, press my naked self against him and feel the hard planes of his body.

I imagine him being rigid at first and surprised, with his face devoid of any emotion, but that would change into hunger. I’m not afraid of him devouring me.

And I’m already wet and I decide to do this quickly and quietly and ignore the part of my brain, which warns me against going any further. Carefully, I rub my sensitive flesh. Pressing my knees together, I try to find a rhythm and bemoan the lack of my vibrator, but it is hidden in my drawers and too far away. It’s noise would have drawn too much attention anyway. I raise my hips for a better angle.

Yes! Oh, yes.

My fingers are fast and thinking of Adam pushes me over the edge.

I whisper his name, as I feel the orgasm rush through my body.

Shit shit shit.

My legs twitch and for a few seconds, I lose my vision. In my defense, it has been a while and everything in my body feels so eager to be touched. With my promotion and everything that happened afterward, I hadn’t had much time thinking about dating and sex.

Sweat dampens my hair now, but I’ll shower in the morning and wash away my shame. No one needs to know of this. Especially not Adam. I fear that my heavy breathing can be heard throughout the neighborhood and I start to breath through my nose.

Better.

I roll on my stomach and smile against my pillow, feeling like some teenage girl enjoying her first crush. I haven’t felt that relaxed and rather at peace with myself for a while. All thanks to Adam and him being like a creation of my cheesiest fantasies.

I’m starting to fall for him, don’t I?

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Adam’s eyes focus on the street. It’s empty this time of the day and only a few people are out and about, some carrying groceries, some collecting their kids from a friend’s house. Wayhaven is small after all and offers nothing but homemade pies and fresh air, adorned with lots of trees. He rubs his nose and stretches his back. Standing still for so long isn’t to his liking and he prefers not spending his watch with reading the detective’s books or sorting through her mess.

Without the rest of his squad, it’s quiet.

He raises his head.

Something is off.

Adam is close to knocking on her door. He can feel her heart beating too fast and her smell seems unfamiliar. Something … primal? Earthy. It raises the short hair on his neck and arms.

What on earth is she doing? She should be asleep by now and nestled beneath her blankets.

He walks to her door, evading the cluster of her belongings.

“Detective?” Adam raises his hand and stops mid motion.

Sudden realization makes him miss a thought.

Oh.

She shouldn’t. Really. The detective needs to be in her best form, alert and ready to fight or escape. Not indulge her baser needs. Adam’s cheeks darken. He doesn’t know, if it’s anger or lust, but his trousers become tight and he curses beneath his breath.

Since walking into their life, she’d been slowly chipping away his defenses. Every interaction with her offers a new sense of himself and it takes a toll on his nerves. Adam presses his forehead against her door. Her blood smells inviting and sweet and with her pulse this high, it wakes a half forgotten urge. He’d been successfully ignoring it for many, many years.

He curses again. His own weakness and Rebecca for bringing her daughter into all of this.

Adam presses his lips together, because he hears her small, stifled moans. The sensation is too much.

But he won’t give into temptation.

Unbidden images start to dance in front of his eyes, skin, warm flesh, lips pressed against each other. Her hair spilled on the bed sheets, her body beneath him, moving, inviting him in.

Adam waits for her finish and for her heart to be calm again. As soon as she becomes silent, he slides down the door, gently putting his head against the wood, and closes his eyes.

Just this once, Adam desires to be someone else, someone, who will open this door and kiss her.

But he isn’t.

#Adam du Mortain #the wayhaven chronicles #wayhaven chronicles #femdetective #headcanons #here we goooo

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eldritchsurveys · 5 years ago

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Did the best moment of your life happen at summer camp? >> You ever get to that point where you just resign yourself to taking surveys you’ve already taken? Because I’m pretty sure I’ve taken 75% of the surveys I run into but it’s not like there’s a great influx of new surveys to take, so what’s a motherfucker to do but just make repeat performances... Anyway, some really great moments have happened to me at summer camp; I’m pretty nostalgic about the camps I’ve gone to at Easton Mountain. They were great experiences, even with the bullshit that sometimes happened.

Do you get tired of fakebook? lol >> I’m just tired of facebook in general -- how ubiquitous it is, how much data it collects and what it does with said data, everything about Mark Zuckerberg, etc. How random people behave on facebook is of much less concern to me than the above.

Are you a poser on facebook or are you real? >> I don’t really use facebook. I have one for the purposes of establishing lines of contact, and that’s it.

Are you a people pleaser? >> I wouldn’t say that.

Do you get irritated a lot? >> Not a lot, no. Irritation is a pretty obvious red flag for me -- if I feel irritated it’s probably because I’ve let some important need of mine go unfulfilled, like hunger or sleep or emotional processing. Or I’ve fallen into a depressive episode.

What's something you've realized about yourself lately? >> Eh, nothing really stands out as particularly revelatory.

Do you know a lot of idiots? >> I don’t know any idiots.

Do you want a puppy or a kitty? >> No.

Do you hate that some people are stuck-up? >> No, because that’s not really been my experience with people.

Would you rather be poor and humble or rich and snooty? >> See, the thing about this is... I’ve only been poor. And for one, I don’t think being poor means I’m automatically humble, I think it means that I have to look at life and at other people in a different way than I would if I wasn’t in this position. It means I have to acknowledge my socioeconomic dependence, which means treating people like objects or means to an end is significantly more disadvantageous to me than it would be to a rich person. It means I have to budget my indulgences, and can’t just be capricious and lavish with my spending, and I can’t just throw money at a problem to make it go away. I don’t know what it would be like to be rich -- I don’t know how having those advantages would change me as a person, and I don’t know what unseen disadvantages would arise. I know who I am now, and despite the hardships of being below the poverty line as an individual (and only a little less so as a member of a household), I more-or-less like how I am. I see no reason to complicate things.

Do you know any humble rich people? >> I don’t know any actually rich people at all. I know upper middle class folks because Sparrow is related to them, but while they do seem to lack class consciousness a lot of the time, they still mostly live in a reality I can halfway comprehend.

Do you hate the millennial stereotype? >> Not really. It doesn’t affect me. But I don’t encourage people to spout that nonsense, either.

Do you think everyone should have a right to live, and by that I mean live a comfortable life? >> The problem with this is that, as a human being who is invested in lessening suffering for all living creatures, I feel as though people should have this right. Unfortunately, as a human being who is equipped with the ability to think about things critically and logically, I think that it makes no practical sense. What I do think is that social systems can absolutely stand to be more supportive to all peoples, and we should absolutely work towards that. We should always seek ways to ease suffering. But we should also expect that even our striving has the possibility of creating suffering, and weigh that against the good we believe we’re doing. It’s just a constant process, I think. Trying to be more conscientious and more humane humans than the humans that came before us.

Does your religion or spirituality teach you to love your enemies? >> I don’t have any of those things.

Do you love your enemies? >> I don’t have any enemies, and I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t love them if I did. Otherwise, why would they be enemies in the first place then?

Do you struggle to love your enemies? >> ---

Are you bothered by things that have been done to you in the past? >> Yeah, that’s kind of what being post-traumatic is.

Do you hate bullying? >> I mean, I don’t think it’s great.

Do you get bullied frequently? >> No.

Do you often wish you could go to sleep and not wake up until something good happens? >> I’ve wished that before.

How many people do you know who are suicidal? >> I don’t know how many people I know are suicidal. I’m not really... keeping track, you dig. Also, not everyone who is suicidal talks about being suicidal.

Do you read advice columns? >> I read Ask Polly sometimes, I think she has a lot of thoughtful and compassionate and passionate things to say.

Have you ever used a dating site? >> Yeah.

Do you want a fairy godmother? >> No.

Do you enjoy watching talent shows? >> Not especially. America’s Got Talent has had a few episodes that interested me, but I don’t watch it regularly.

Which cartoon character would you want to play you in a movie? >> ---

What is something you do not understand? >> Oh, you know. Calculus and stuff.

Do you know anyone who is spoiled? >> I don’t think so.

Do you think cars are ugly? >> All cars??? Of course not. There are some styles that I do find unattractive, but there are also styles I find very attractive. ...This makes me sound like I’m attracted to cars. I will neither confirm nor deny that assessment. :p

What is your favorite musical? >> Phantom of the Opera.

Have you made a lot of huge mistakes? >> Oh, yeah, definitely.

Are you ok? >> I suppose you could say that.

Do you ever feel God's presence? >> Nope.

Do you believe in angels? >> I had an Inworlder when I was younger that I interpreted as angelic. There was also an angel I knew a few years ago, which was a complicated situation I’m not sure I’m equipped to explain right now. I miss Tobias, he wrote me such wonderful things... :’(

What is your favorite magazine? >> I don’t have one.

What color hair did your favorite Barbie doll have? >> ---

Who were you rooting for in the very first season of American Idol? >> ---

Do you believe in miracles? >> I don’t find the concept useful.

Have you ever been to a tea shop? >> I’ve been to Teavana.

If there were a tea shop in your city, would you go to it? >> Sure. I love tea.

Do you still have your Christmas decorations up? >> Nope.

How many pairs of jeggings do you own? >> Zero.

Do you have any memories that are painful? >> Of course.

Do you learn from your mistakes and move on, or do you do the same things over and over again? >> Sometimes the former, sometimes the latter.

Do you make a habit of taking risks and stepping outside of your comfort zone? >> No, I don’t make a habit of it. Then again, my comfort zone is really small. Like, really. So many activities involve me being outside my comfort zone by default, which means I have less mental energy for purposefully choosing to do things that are outside of my comfort zone. I think this kind of thing is more suited for people whose comfort zone is a lot larger than mine -- who don’t regard basic things like “using the phone” or “being in a crowd” as being outside of their comfort zone.

Is your life boring? >> It can be. But frankly, I prefer this to the alternative.

What is your favorite thing to follow on tumblr? >> I don’t know how to answer that.

What are your favorite Pinterest boards? >> I don’t use Pinterest.

Is your Pinterest profile cluttered? >> ---

Do you wish you owned more board games? >> No, I don’t play board games. Sparrow likes them, but we also have no one to play with. We have three board games and at least one of them is still in the packaging.

Do you wish you had visitors more often? >> Not at all. I’m perfectly happy not having other people milling around my apartment.

Do you hate the economy? >> No.

Do you hate our culture? >> No. These are way too vague to be answerable by me in any real capacity.

Do you live in the USA? >> Yes.

What accent do you like best? >> There is no accent I like best. I like most accents just because I love the many different ways people speak.

Is there a guy you wish you hadn't let slip away? >> No.

What are some things you would like to do this summer? >> Just... go somewhere. I would like to be able to go somewhere. That’s really it, the bar is so low these days.

What are some things you love about spring? >> I think I love everything about spring. The warmth, the increased sunshine, the way the air smells when it rains, the explosion of greenery and colour, the feeling of finally being able to breathe, the fact that the air doesn’t immediately suck all the moisture out of my skin...

Are you feeling optimistic today? >> No. Optimistic about what? Isn’t that something you feel about something specific, not just... randomly?

When was the last time you did something that made you feel stupid? >> I don’t remember.

Do you hate social classes and inequality? >> I mean, it’s not great to deal with.

Is they're anything that you're questioning if you're allergic to? >> No.

Do you believe everyone should be treated with respect when you first meet them? >> Sure. I at least try to treat people with basic respect until it becomes clear that they’re 100% not interested in giving the same in return.

Do you hate that nobody cares? >> Nobody cares about what?

What websites shut down that you miss? >> Xanga, certainly.

What were your favorite websites when you were a teenager? >> Xanga, various band websites, Chimerical Publications (an old David Duchovny fansite).

What was the best class you took in high school? >> ---

Are you happy? >> Mildly.

Would you ever enroll in a college class just for fun? >> I would if it were possible to do so. That always sounded like a fun thing to do -- just take a class to get all the lectures and materials, without having to take the tests and stuff.

Do you feel free to be yourself? >> Well, sure. It’d be real fucked up if I felt like I had to be a different person all the time.

Do you stand up for yourself when needed? >> Yes. Sometimes a little more than necessary, but I’m just so used to having to fight for my existence. Or at least feeling that way.

#surveys #survey #random survey

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fyrapartnersearch · 5 years ago

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lit mlm originals & fandom ocs. high fantasy. pokemon. my hero.

Do you like—? ◆ mlm romance ◆ holistic in–depth character development ◆ two main characters ft. a rich supporting cast ◆ the flexibility to explore multiple genres, themes, & aus ◆ consistent ooc communication but relaxed ic reply speed

I’m looking to start some new stories. Usually I look for long term rps with a good slow burn plot, where we spend lots of time brainstorming characters and settings before we start writing. Lately, though, due to my availability and a desire to write more often, I want to shake things up—do something more casual.

I’m still looking for writers who share my love of character development, but I’m hoping to start out with a basic meet-cute / character a x character b style idea that we can jump right into and develop over time. I’m also looking for something with a higher smut to plot ratio, because—since I usually do slow burn and it can take months or years to develop the in character relationships to that point—smut writing is a muscle I haven’t stretched in a while.

Plus, I’m gonna be on leave from work for the month of April and bored AF. Tons of time to write!

Basic compatibility info — what I’m looking for / what i’m offering:

◆ literate 2-5 paragraph posts ( i can easily go beyond this – but for sake of reply speed, i’m trying to keep it in this range ) ◆ approx 1-3 post/week frequency ◆ possibility for the occasional back-to-back posts ◆ understanding when breaks are needed, because life yo ◆ passion for character development over time ◆ average character age 21–35 ◆ loves to write romance and smut ◆ okay with non-linear roleplaying – jumping around to explore diff scenes ◆ cool with all male identified characters: masc, femme, cis, trans ◆ or to quote lizzo: i like big boys, inner city boys, mississippi boys, inner city boys. i like a big beard, i like a clean face. i don’t discriminate, come and get a taste.

Limits — I don’t do:

◆ noncon ◆ underage ◆ humiliation ◆ watersports / waste / filth ◆ captor x slave or master x slave ◆ anything that romanticizes torture, abuse, or rape Most kinks I’m down for as long as the context is consensual between the characters involved.

Premade Ideas — I’m open to any ideas / plots / pairings, so feel free to come to me with your ideas!

A tale of two princes | high fantasy ◆ medieval or modern ( think final fantasy xv )

Prince A comes from a proud lineage of emperors who have united most of the known realm under common rule, bringing centuries of wars over territories and resources to an end — some say, for the better of all. Prince B is the last remaining heir of his lineage, the final kingdom to fall to the emperor’s conquest. In order to ensure his family’s continued loyalty to their new sovereign, Prince B has been “adopted” into the emperor’s household and given the superficial title of a diplomatic councilmember. On the surface, it appears to be a gesture of good faith — a symbolic appointment to show the empire’s commitment to creating a unified land full of peace and prosperity, by giving the heirs of conquered kingdoms places of honor, where they might represent their people as diplomats, if not kings and queens. In reality, though, they are hostages: insurance that none of the former kingdoms will revolt. Amidst the political tension, Prince A and Prince B find themselves drawn together by an exciting mix of rivalry, curiosity, and taboo, to discover a nascent friendship / attraction that is just as delicate as the union of their two kingdoms.

Roles: Prince B | looking for Prince A

Superheroes | inspired by my hero academia ◆ modern ◆ rivals / enemies to lovers

Our Hero is a young rookie, fresh on the scene. In the past two months, the news has been dominated by reports of a new villain who has been involved in a series of break ins and robberies. The rookie hero sees capturing the elusive criminal as his chance to do good and gain recognition from solving a high profile case. Soon, the two are engaged in a thrilling game of cat and mouse — but when our Hero finally discovers the identity of the notorious villain, he realizes it’s a childhood friend. The two used to be close, but they lost touch during our hero’s training. Torn between morality and compassion, our Hero wonders where his friend went wrong, only to discover a curious pattern between the crimes. Could there be a reason behind the villain’s actions— or is he just finding excuses for someone he doesn’t want to see the bad in—?

Roles: I prefer to play the villain / antihero — holding out for a hero.

Pokemon league | fandom ◆ modern ◆ rivals

Original Characters. More “realism”—more adult anime style handling of the world and its contents. In particular, I love Sword and Shield’s take on the Pokemon League as a big sports industry. It’s cheesy, but I have a soft spot for the combination of self-indulgent celebrity status / “live your fantasy” tropes where the characters are sports idols, pop stars, etc and the good ol’ fashion rivalry between two pros from the same field. In this case, two pokemon trainers who compete in the pro league. Character A would be an established pro with a big fan following, while Character B is the new up-and-coming rookie whose ambition and success have captured the audience’s hearts.

Roles: open to any—!

Contact me: lucifer#1522 on discord

#indie rp #oc rp #multiple paragraph #submission

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distant-rose · 6 years ago

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Carousels and Pretzels

Notes: @welllpthisishappening is an amazing person and I will never forget the day we met and started chatting and realized we know a lot of the same places. This is a dumb and purely indulgent fic that is full of Albany/Capital Region references most readers might not understand but admittedly, they’re only meant to be understood by one person and that’s Laura. She’s a phenomenal person, literally one of my favorite people and just an all around amazing human being who doesn’t get enough recognition for just how perfect and wonderful she is. Anyway, this was going to be a much longer fic but I kinda ran out of time. Also, Druthers has better pretzels than Brown’s, fight me. Summary: Emma Swan takes a job at Hoffman’s Playland with the hope of not running into anyone she knows from UAlbany. Instead, she runs into Killian Jones, a former lacrosse athlete whose tragic accident she covered as a story back in February. Word Count: 2,000+ Rating: T+

Hoffman’s Playland wasn’t Emma’s first choice of summer employment. If it were up to her, she would have been working for the Troy Record all summer, but their internships weren’t paid, and Emma had to rent to account for and she refused to hike all the way up to Lake George to work the depressing lunch shift at King Neptune’s again.

It wasn’t the worst place in the world to work. Though she was forced to wear the ugliest combo of a polo and cargo shorts and the staff break room constantly smelled of Subway, her coworkers were pretty okay and was only a thirteen-minute commute from her apartment in Troy. Furthermore, it was monotonous enough that she could spend her days plotting how she was going to run the Inklings magazine this year and whether or not she should apply to grad school or try to apply for a job at the Times Union while she’s finishing up her last year.

Another plus was no one knew her at Hoffman’s aside from Mary-Margaret. It made everything easier, especially after her huge breakup with Neal and the amount of rumors of drug use that circled around afterward. They had broken up not longer after his dorm got raided and he tried to pin his stash of pot on her, nearly getting her expelled from the school. The last month of Spring Term was awful and she was lucky that most of her newspaper and literary magazine friends stood by her or else she wouldn’t still be in school, let alone have made it as the sports editor of the Albany Student Press and Inklings in the fall.

Still, the way things went put a bad taste in her mouth and she hoped that it would too stale for anyone to care about by the time that September rolled around. With most of the clientele of Hoffman’s being families with small children, she’s highly doubted that she would know anyone who went there.

Until she did.

Actually, that wasn’t entirely true.

Emma didn’t know Killian Jones personally, but it was a name and face she’s gotten to know well over the past three years. While she had never truly met the guy, it was imperative that she knew of his existence as a staff writer for the student paper and then later on as the girlfriend of Neal Cassidy, the starting lacrosse goalie.

His name wasn’t one that was said with fondness, but usually disdain. The name Killian Jones was generally premised by the use of the word “fuck”, “screw” or any variety of obscenity. There were three reasons for this hatred: 1) he went to Siena, UAlbany’s cross-town rival, 2) he played lacrosse and 3) he was good at it.

At least he used to be.

In February, he got into a car accident in Troy, a mere three streets away from her apartment. It has been a nasty one, which ended in the loss of not only his girlfriend’s life and his hand, but also his lacrosse career. She remembers quite clearly writing up the article on it for the Albany Student Press and then later on the party that had been thrown by Neal in celebration of his fallen adversary. Neal had hated Killian with a passion and the two of them had gotten in a fight during a game last year, which ended with a picture of Killian punching Neal square in the face on the front page of the Times Union sports section.

Emma, on the other hand, felt bad for him. Despite the fact she had attended Neal’s horrible party, she had argued that it was in poor taste. Killian might have been “the enemy” but what happened to him was horrible and alongside reading a very sympathetic article on his behalf, she had even sent a condolence card.

Since then, Emma hadn’t so much of heard or seen anything on Killian Jones until he was standing in front of her, wearing a green Siena lacrosse sweatshirt and jeans in the middle of July and holding the hand of a small blonde girl no older than six.

She was so stunned by the fact he was standing in front of her that she did little more than stare at him for a good few seconds. She completely forgot to give her greeting and safety spiel.

Luckily, she was saved by his little companion.

“Hi!”

“Um, hi.”

“You’re pretty.”

“Thank you. You’re pretty too,” she replied, laughing at her awkwardness. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Alice! What’s yours?”

“I’m Emma,” she smiled. “Would you like to go on the ride?”

“Yeah,” Alice beamed before tugging roughly on Killian Jones’s hand. “Uncle Killy, give her a ticket!”

“Right,” he mumbled, fishing through the pockets before handing her a crumbled ticket.

She deposited it in the proper container before starting up the ancient carousel. The old music croaked through the speakers as it slowly started to move, but Alice didn’t seem to mind. It’s obvious to Emma that she’s pretending that the horse she’s riding was real, and the sweetness of the scene filled her made her smile.

Still burning with curiosity, she glanced back at Killian. He was standing a few lengths away and watching his niece with his forearms practically stuffed into the front pocket of his hoodie. As if sensing her glaze, his eyes shifted in her direction. Despite the urge to look away, she often him a small smile instead. He didn’t return the gesture.

When the ride stopped and Alice hopped off, he took her hand and left without a word. Only Alice turned back to give her a wave. Emma returned it tentatively, wondering if she upset him and swallowing her questions.

She didn’t know why she cared so much.

Much to her surprise, they return the next day. This time, he was wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a leather jacket despite the fact was nearing a ninety-degrees. Again, he didn’t speak much, letting Alice do all the talking. They show again the next day and the day after that; each and every time Emma had tapped down her inner journalist to keep from asking questions that were burning in the back of her throat. What happened to you? Why do you wear long-sleeved shirts? Why do you keep coming to this ridiculous 1950s amusement park?

Following Wednesday was a cloudy and humid day and there was only a handful of people in the park and none of them seem interested in riding the carousel. Emma fought the urge to play on her phone. Despite the horrible weather, Killian and Alice showed up yet again. The little precocious girl handed her a fistful of tickets.

This time Killian stood closer to the operator stand, practically hovering over her shoulder. He and Alice had been coming every day for nearly a week and a half now, and never before he had stood so close to her. She did her best to ignore him, focusing all of her attention on the little girl on the painted horse.

“How many times do you think she can ride that thing before she throws up?”

She nearly jumped at the question, turning to face him with surprise. He wasn’t looking at her, his eyes trained on Alice, but Emma could tell he was waiting for a response.

“I don’t know,” she answered honestly. “Depends on how strong her stomach is, I guess?”

He nodded. A few beats passed before he spoke again. “You look tired.”

“I haven’t been sleeping well,” she admitted. “I don’t have any air conditioning and my room in my apartment is kinda like a hot box.”

“That sucks. We don’t have AC either, but we’ve kinda be taking to sleeping on the porch since it’s screened in.”

“I don’t really have the option. I live in Troy.”

“Oh? Where? I’m familiar with it.”

“Let me guess? Bootleggers?” Emma asked sarcastically, without thinking. Bootleggers was a well-known college bar a few blocks away from where she lived and it was known to be frequented by obnoxious underage Siena students with fake IDs. It was constantly being shut down and reopened.

Killian laughed, a loud and boisterous sound that caught Emma by surprise once more. She had never seen him look so animated.

“Maybe, when I was a baby freshman, but I would like to think my taste level has gotten better since then. So, yeah, you located? Lansingburgh? North Central? The Hill? Sycaway?

“Downtown. Third street.”

“By Brown Bag burger place, right?”

“That’s on Fourth street, but yeah, pretty close. More by the Ruck.”

“I love that bar. They have great wings.”

“They do and they’re less expensive than Brown’s. One of my roommates is a bartender there. David. He may or may not give us free pitchers occasionally.”

“Brown’s is expensive, but it’s good beer. I love their oatmeal stout. Their pretzels with the honey mustard are amazing.”

“They do have good pretzels but the one at Druthers are better.”

“Druthers? Isn’t that in Saratoga? It’s a bit hike, isn’t?”

“No. There’s on in Albany on Broadway,” she responded. “It’s not too far from the Pump Station and Old English.”

She was almost embarrassed about the fact that she often referenced locations by the bars in the neighborhood. In her defense, she had lived in the Albany area for nearly three years and have been involved in more Birthday tours than she could count.

“You’re a bit of a foodie, huh?”

“I used to write for the local eats section of the Albany Student Press my freshman and sophomore year before they switched me over to a different section,” Emma chuckled. “Needless to say, it was a bitch to keep off the freshman fifteen when you’re eating at every cool and exciting places across the Capital Region every week.”

“Sounds like a hardship.”

“For my scale, yes, it was,” she laughed.

When they ran out of tickets, Emma wasn’t sure who was more disappointed, Alice for no longer being able to ride the carousel or Killian for having to end their conversation. He reach forward and gave her shoulder a squeeze.

“You here tomorrow?”

“Same time, every day.”

“Good. I’ll see you then.”

He didn’t disappoint. This time not only bringing his niece, but also a large Dunkin Donuts coffee as well. Emma stood in shock as he handed it to her.

“I figured that you would like this since you’re not sleeping lately.”

“You didn’t have to do this.”

“No, but I wanted to.”

“Why?”

“Because you treated me like a person and not some wounded animal,”

“Oh…” She didn’t know what to say to that. “We just talked about food.”

“And it was the best conversation I’ve had in a long time,” he responded, lifting up his arm, which was once more covered by a Siena lacrosse hoodie. He pulled it back to expose the scarred stump left behind by the accident. “Yesterday was the first time I talked to someone aside from my niece who didn’t mention or talk about my accident. I felt normal again. Coffee is the least I could do.”

“You’re welcome, I guess. Seriously. Thank you. It’s the nicest,” she said, taking a sip and giving him a small smile.

Growing impatient with the conversation, Alice tugged her uncle’s sweatshirt.

“You didn’t ask her yet,” she told him impatiently, not at all impressed with her uncle. He looked amusingly chastised for someone being told off by a six-year old.

“I was just getting to it.”

“Well, ask her so she’ll let me on the ride.”

“Okay, okay, Miss Pushy,” he responded with a roll of her eyes before giving Emma an apologetic grin.

“Ask me what?” Emma prompted him with a question.

“Well, if you’re not doing anything later, would you mind going to Druthers with me and, you know, having some pretzels and comparing them to Brown’s?”

“Just pretzels?”

“Well, and a beer or two? Perhaps maybe even dinner?”

“He likes you and wants to be your boyfriend,” Alice stated, crossing her arms in front of her chest and huffing at Killian.

“Well, that’s a good thing because I like him too,” Emma laughed. “And, yeah, we can go to Druthers and depending on whether or not, he agrees Druthers has better pretzels, maybe, just maybe, I’ll be his girlfriend.”

#cs fic #cs ff #captain swan #cs fanfic #does this even count as cs though #it's more just self-indulgent albany fic #I have no shame #I love you laura #I hope you enjoy the absurd references #you're the best #carousels and pretzels #my fic #my shit

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welldresseddadblog · 7 years ago

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Welcome to the 13th instalment of the “Garmsman Dozen” question and answer session. The response so far has been tremendous. Did you miss earlier ones? There are links at the end of the page.

This week we welcome to the Garmsman Dozen Christopher Laverty from Great Britain!

Who are you, where do you live and what interests you?

Christopher Laverty. York, UK. 40 years old.

Author of book Fashion in Film, broadcaster, creator of website Clothes on Film and costume consultant.

Twitter: @clothesonfilm, Instagram: @lordlaverty, @christopherlaverty, Facebook: @clothesonfilm.

I enjoy movies, decent TV, clothes, clothes in movies, clothes in decent TV, bourbon, pipe smoking, cigars (preferably Cuban), cocktail making, cycling, running and twirling my moustache.

Thinking back to your childhood, what were your most memorable or favourite clothes?

Honestly, I don’t remember much of my childhood. Controversially I don’t many of us really do, we just piece together memories from what we’re told and photographs. With that in mind, I’ll go to my late teenage years when I first remember becoming interested in clothes. It was the mid-late 1990s so a lot of pale, shapeless denim jeans worn way too long with thick, oversized shirts and suede Kickers. This is probably why I gravitated toward the vintage scene which at this time was big on 1970s retro revival. My favourite buy was a tan leather trench coat, probably from the late 1970s, made in Egypt with a Selfridges label. It was immaculate. I purchased for £25 from Covent Garden market and still have it today. I don’t wear the coat much as it’s a little on the nose these days and verging on dress up, but at least it still fits! I do come from a family interested in clothes, particularly my dad. I was born to older parents (they are in their late eighties now) and with an older brother (now 60) and sister (53). I was spoilt rotten. Apparently, I even had a tailored coat, which to a working-class family is quite a fancy thing. My appreciation of clothes comes from understanding how they are made, their design, influences and appropriateness to the era. This is all born in me I think.

How would you describe your style today, and what are your influences?

It’s one of two things depending on my mood, time of year, facial hair and hairstyle: 1) denim and workwear, Edwardian influenced to 1930s OR 2) 1970s lounge with flared three-piece suits. I like to change things up because I get bored easily. It does have to be a specific look though – I have to feel that it ticks certain boxes, although saying that I do loathe the idea of sticking rigidly to eras or historical accuracy. My main influence for the 70’s is television programmes such as The Persuaders! and The Professionals and films such as Fear is the Key and Carlito’s Way. For workwear, it’s more print-based influences, like old photographs of miners and ranchers, but also films like The First Great Train Robbery and There Will Be Blood. I pull from wherever I like, really. Again, it’s not rigid; I’m not a re-enactor, I’m just someone who enjoys a period-specific feel to their dress.

How do you think others would describe your style and garments, do you get any reaction from friends and random strangers?

Totally, though a lot of that comes from random moustache admirers/hecklers. I don’t mind, so long as it’s polite. People will always point out what is different and, if I’m honest, I get a kick out of it. I think my friends just list random people they consider could be associated with my look – I’ve had everything from Shaft to a Spitfire pilot. It’s all good fun unless you choose to be offended (which I don’t because life is far too short to be cross and moaning all the time).

When looking for clothes, what factors play into your selections?

Need, mainly. I don’t really seek out any clothing unless I’m specifically short on something, like a henley t-shirt or new pair of boots. Most clothes come to me, in that I might stumble across a charity shop find or somebody acquires a shirt or whatever they think I’d like. I don’t really pay full price for anything. For example, I bought some suede chukka boots by Alfred Sargent last year, but only because they were offered to me by a friend who’d found them (in immaculate condition I might add) in a charity shop. I certainly didn’t need the boots but I’ll not turn my nose up at a bargain. I love clothes, though my wardrobe is actually quite capsule. I think there’s nothing worse than just buying willy-nilly and ending up with so much gear you can hardly store it all. This actually diminishes sartorial creativity in my view.

When putting together an outfit combination, do you spend a lot of time considering it?

Not really. I think I know what works and just go with that. I’ll plan more if it’s an occasion outfit but for every day I just grab what I like depending on the weather. Putting together an ensemble can be fun, but I do think if you take too long it becomes fussy and convoluted. If in doubt, take it out.

Most garmsmen will have a few “grail items” in their collection. Not to out you, but if your house is burning, which garments do you grab?

Probably my RM Williams boots. They are Craftsman Yearling, the finest boot RM Williams make in my opinion and they work with almost any outfit. I purchased on eBay nearly a decade ago for about £100. The leather is cracking a tad now but I couldn’t be without them. That said, I wouldn’t burn alive for them either so this better be a fairly mild fire we’re talking about here.

Photo by Ben Bentley

Are you budget-conscious or spendthrift? Are you a single-shot shopper, or go large and buy bulk? Where are you on slow-fashion and buying less?

I’m not spendthrift, even less so if I’m buying for others. If something fits and looks great and I can afford it and need it, I’ll buy it. I do like things that are in a sale or reduced though – it just feels more fun to make that purchase. In this respect, I wish I could support more artisan brands but they are just too rich for my blood. The sad thing is I know that the guys running these places and making these clothes and footwear are just getting by as is. If I was rich I’d probably shop with an eye toward supporting homegrown brands, but as things stand whoever can give me what I want for the best possible price is going to get my money.

Having a large collection of clothes can lead to changing outfit on a daily basis, but if you were going to wear a single outfit the next two weeks, what would it be?

My go to is probably a green ribbed cotton henley (from H&M), Marlboro leather and canvas braces (charity shop), Levi LVC 1878 jeans (eBay) and my RM Williams boots. This outfit suits just about every occasion, unless you want me attending your wedding or something. It’s comfortable to travel, work, socialise and chill in. Simple but effective in my opinion.

What would you never wear?

That’s a tough one. Basically, anything that looks awful on me, so very baggy trousers or jeans (I’m a short-ass), super-tight muscle tees (they are hilarious even if you have the body) and chunky hi-top trainers (love them on other people but I look like a failed hip-hop artist). Oh and baseball caps. Every time I put one on I look like I’m dying of some disease.

Photo by David Wade

What are your best tips for buying?

If you’re talking specifically about buying for my look, either workwear or 70’s inspired, then I’d say eBay, charity shops and vintage fairs. Got to be patient though and realise that, in the main, if you’ve found a bargain, someone else has too. People know their stuff a lot more these days so everyone has their eye out. For basics, I find H&M hard to beat. It’s not the highest quality and sometimes their stores are saturated with desperately on-trend crap, but in general, for easy tees and shirts, they are a goldmine (plus have lots of year-round sales).

Do you have a dream garment you’d love to own?

A few years ago I would have said a Savile Row suit but I think I desired one for the wrong reasons. It was a case of wanting to say I’ve had a suit cut on Savile Row rather than wanting the garment itself. I must admit I have always hankered after a beautifully tailored flared leg suit from the 1970s. I have a couple of off-the-peg examples but I’d love one bespoke. Suits of this era with that distinctive cut, the high waist, flared leg, high double vents and pagoda shoulder are not impossibly hard to find, though ones made from high-quality wool suiting are. Also, I’m a sucker for LVC Levi. I’d buy most of it just to hang on my wall and salivate over.

Anyone that buys clothes will have made mistakes, what is your most memorable bad buy?

Loads! When I used to buy more and think later I grabbed many a mistake. Possibly my worst was a pair of loose Abercrombie & Fitch jeans, from eBay if I remember correctly. Not sure what look I was going for. LA surfer, possibly? Or maybe just asshole. Either way, unsurprisingly, they didn’t work.

Do you have any style icons, historic or current?

Most of the looks I covet are from films so were put together by costume designers rather than the stars in question. Then again, stars and icons had stylists back in the day and they have stylists now. Cary Grant always nailed it. James Coburn could rock the Ivy. Nowadays Sebastian Stan constantly looks interesting without going too bananas (he has a brilliant stylist and an easy to dress bod too, mind). My elderly dad has a wonderfully open love of bright colour, which I admire and is daring for a former market trader from the East End of London. ‘Be more like him’ I often think.

Who are your favourite Instagram profiles?

What you mean apart from @Welldresseddad??? 😉 I like all the sartorial based accounts I follow. Two, in particular, indulge my passion for high-end workwear denim that I can’t afford: @kingchung501 and @vorstenbos. Anyone who doesn’t take it all too seriously, basically.

How do you think trends such as denim and heritage style will evolve and survive? What will be the next big thing?

I think more and more people will get into making their own clothes. We are not there yet, and I certainly don’t presently have the skills, but big picture I feel this will get easier and easier to do in our own home. Sustainability is a big trend and not going anywhere – and really it can’t afford to. Denim especially will go down this route. Like I said we are a way off, but with current textile innovations and online communities, it is coming.

Thank you!

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✩ puli

* groans loudly *

DISAGREEMENTS

WHO IS MORE LIKELY TO RAISE THEIR VOICE? obviously miss poop. juli hasn’t raised his voice in his life… that’s no joke. can really only recall ONE fight he’s ever had with somebody. like, emotionally. he’s always fighting for the laffs. WHO THREATENS TO LEAVE BUT NEVER ACTUALLY DOES? pippa again. she’d be way too obsessed with the last word, and you know him… never shuts the fuck up. they’d be going back and forth all night. WHO ACTUALLY KEEPS THEIR WORD AND LEAVES? julian. he’s not really a towel thrower but like, when a man has had enough... WHO TRASHES THE HOUSE? pippa would throw a hissy fit and break multiple vases. those were expensive bitch. you better venmo his mommy right now. DO EITHER OF THEM GET PHYSICAL? she might slap him. maybe. does she have the balls? somebody’s got to. HOW OFTEN DO THEY ARGUE/DISAGREE? every god damn day. over everything. agreeing is for SUCKERS. WHO IS THE FIRST TO APOLOGISE? julian. obviously. he’s doing it right now in our thread that you refuse to reply to.

SEX

WHO IS ON TOP? i don’t think pippa likes to get down and dirty in missionary soooo… ya make a wild guess. WHO IS ON THE BOTTOM? * ladybird vc * who’s on top their first time?! WHO HAS THE STRANGEST DESIRES? pippa. she fucked her babysitter slash principal. that was mad weird. funny how juli knows about that and STILL choose to knock boots. he must be confident in her weekly planned parenthood check - ups. ANY KINKS? enthusiastic consent on his part. duh. pippa seems to be VERY into pegging. sounds like she fetishizes homosexual men to me. larry much? big yikes. WHO’S MORE DOMINANT IN BED? we like a girl who knows what she wants. no, genuinely… he does. it’s hot. IS HEAD EVER IN THE EQUATION? juli be eating that wap like its a five course meal followed up by a midnight snack. she slobbers on that dick like its a popsicle stick.If so, who is better at performing it? her, definitely. he’s only really fucked a handful of people, and that includes her. let a boy practice, damn. EVER HAD SEX IN PUBLIC? do parties count as public? if no, then they better get to it. Who moans the most? for juli’s sake, i hope pippa. or else we might be dealing with a case of deflation. WHO LEAVES THE MOST MARKS? pippa seems like she gets into it, so i’ll go with her. Who screams the loudest? i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again... WHAT’S THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN SCREAMING AND MOANING? WHO IS THE MORE EXPERIENCED OF THE TWO? as established, it’s pipperoo. DO THEY ‘FUCK’ OR ‘MAKE LOVE’? they fuck. plain and simple. maybe when he’s popped that bun in the oven we can get to talking about slowing our roll (no pun intended. just kidding, it was intentional) ROUGH OR SOFT? well, it’s not rough but it’s not soft, either. ya dig? a neat little mixture of both. he’s not a bdsm god, okay. we can’t ALL be randy. but i do wish we could. HOW LONG DO THEY USUALLY LAST? now, i won’t act as if he can go all night in terms of dicking her down… HOWEVER, he don’t give up and if we gotta put our other limbs to use (just fingers, dudes, don’t get any ideas), then so be it. is the tongue a limb? hm. IS PROTECTION USED? with his sperm count? naw. DOES IT EVER GET BORING? probably, they’re depressed.Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? this universe.

FAMILY

DO YOUR MUSES PLAN ON HAVING CHILDREN/OR HAVE CHILDREN? they do not plan on that shit, alright. but if shit hits the fan and a little gremlin starts growing inside the gremlin (let her have some water, did we?), then i guess. just know it wasn’t premeditated. IF SO, HOW MANY CHILDREN DO YOUR MUSES WANT/HAVE? just the one, thanks. WHO IS THE FAVORITE PARENT? say it’s NOT the apocalypse, then pippa. she would spoil that little brat until it turned into a mini - her. but other than that, juli’s good with kids. THEY LIKE HIM. let me have this. WHO IS THE MORE AUTHORIATIVE PARENT? i feel like juli would be able to handle the everyday stuff of like, “don’t eat glue”. but pippa would be the one snapping, for sure. WHO IS MORE LIKELY TO ALLOW THE CHILDREN TO HAVE A DAY OFF SCHOOL? pippa. juli values education, okay? he’s a little steven crain, why yes he is. WHO LETS THE CHILDREN INDULGE IN SWEETS AND JUNK FOOD WHEN THE OTHER ISN’T AROUND? juli. pippa might be a druggie trainwreck but i don’t see her eating hot cheetos for lunch, nah… that’s juli! WHO TURNS UP TO EXTRA CURRICULAR ACTIVITIES TO SUPPORT THEIR CHILDREN? juli shows up for the everyday. pippa the games / performances. you think she’s gonna miss her chance at being regina george’s mom? no. WHO GOES TO THE PARENT TEACHER INTERVIEWS? pippa forgets them and that leaves daddy julian apolskis with the hot teachers. thank you, poop. WHO CHANGES THE DIAPERS? julian. no further commentary. WHO GETS UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT TO FEED THE BABY? see above. somebody’s a LAZY bitch… WHO SPENDS THE MOST TIME WITH THE CHILDREN? i mean, i don’t wanna repeat myself but. WHO PACKS THEIR LUNCHES? naw, that’s a lunch money kid right there. WHO GIVES THEIR CHILDREN ‘THE TALK’? neither, they’d call juli’s mommy or kitty for that shit. WHO CLEANS UP AFTER THE KIDS? think pippa would hire a maid, honestly. juli’s not very organised and pippa’s, well… pippa. WHO WORRIES THE MOST? julian, for cheesy. WHO ARE THE CHILDREN MORE LIKELY TO LEARN THEIR FIRST SWEAR WORD FROM? oh, that’s a tie. they’d argue about who done did it… you know, like the potty mouths they are. but it’d end up being kitty.

AFFECTION

WHO LIKES TO CUDDLE? julian loves himself a little cuddle sesh. why, is she not down? boo. WHO IS THE LITTLE SPOON? both, what the fuck. * ariana grande vc * IT’S EQUALITY. WHO GETS NAUGHTY IN THE MOST INAPPROPRIATE PLACES? pippa. like you really wanna be getting down and dirty in the diaper aisle of wholefood? get ya damn hand off his non - existent buttocks. WHO STRUGGLES TO KEEP THEIR HANDS TO THEMSELF? yeah, see above. HOW LONG CAN THEY CUDDLE UNTIL ONE BECOMES UNCOMFORTABLE? like 3 minutes for her. he can go all night, baby. WHO GIVES THE MOST KISSES? probably juli. HE’S AFFECTIONATE. WHAT IS THEIR FAVOURITE NON-SEXUAL ACTIVITY? bitching with blunts. WHERE IS THEIR FAVOURITE PLACE TO CUDDLE? uh, a BED? WHO IS MORE LIKELY TO PLAYFULLY GROPE THE OTHER? did you not read ANYTHING i said? HOW OFTEN DO THEY GET TIME TO THEMSELVES? i feel like they both demand a lot of me - time, and honestly i don’t see them simply existing in quietude next to each other, so… often.

SLEEPING

WHO SNORES? pippa like the wee pug she is. IF BOTH DO, WHO SNORES THE LOUDEST? she do, bitch. DO THEY SHARE A BED OR SLEEP SEPARATELY? who are they, bandy? they don’t live together but i’d ASSUME if they fucked and it went past midnight neither would just dip, that’s dumb. IF THEY SLEEP TOGETHER, DO THEY COZY UP TOGETHER OR LAY FAR APART? we start far, far away and we end up a wee bit cozy. WHO TALKS IN THEIR SLEEP? neither. that’s some tom behaviour. WHAT DO THEY WEAR TO BED? juli’s just a boxers type guy, add a t - shirt for winter. and i’m guessing she has some cutesy pajamas that are like pink… and silk. ARE EITHER OF YOUR MUSES INSOMNIACS? juli could sleep a year. but he could also stay up a year. it’s a toss - up. i think pippa has a noise machine and a sleep mask, so. CAN SLEEPING PILLS BE FOUND BY THE BEDSIDE? yes. and we pop those for fun. DO THEY WRAP THEIR LIMBS AROUND EACH OTHER OR JUST LAY SIDE BY SIDE? both. although the former is ACCIDENTAL. Who wakes up with bed hair? juli, for sure. have you seen his hair? he ain’t brush that. Who wakes up first? fucking neither. they sleep until noon and THEN SOME. Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? juli can’t cook but if she wants a poptart… baby, he’s your man. What is their favourite sleeping position? probably like… him on his back, arm stretched out for her to use as a pillow and then she sleeps with her back towards him. what, is he not CUTE enough to face? Who hogs the sheets? pippa. greedy as hell. Do they set an alarm each night? neither, lols. Can a television be found in their bedroom? juli has one in his bedroom, but pippa might be too poor to afford that, so. Who has nightmares? i don’t think either do. then again, i don’t edward cullen pippa every night. Who has ridiculous dreams? probably juli. they’d be incoherent and she’d be like “shut up it’s 7 am i do not wanna hear about your homoerotic dreams about harrison ford.” Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? i feel like they are both sprawlers. Who makes the bed? neither, it just be looking like a HOT HOT mess at all times. What time is bed time? sunrise. Any routines/rituals before bed? more bitching with blunts. Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? my guess would be pippa. he’s not in a great mood but he’s also not in a bitchy mood. and she always is.

WORK

Who is the busiest? juli, seeing as he’s the only one with a job. freeloader much @ poopy. Who rakes in the highest income? somehow, despite not being unemployed, not juli. Are any of your muses unemployed? pippa and she’ll stay that way until the day she dies. ain’t got no skills, lady luv, what are you gonna do? onlyfans? yeah, you wish. Who takes the most sick days? pippa. from like, existing. Who is more likely to turn up late to work? juli because he doesn’t have a fucking car. who skates to work? losers, that’s who. Who sucks up to their boss? fucking NEITHER. when have these dumbos ever sucked up to anybody? What are their jobs? juli’s a clerk at the comic book store and pippa’s a professional slut. Who stresses the most? tew many blunts to be stressing, my dude. Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? julian actually likes his job. because comics are his PASSION. one and only aside from punk and being a little meanie. and who cares about pippa’s stance on unemployment? not me. Are your muses financially stable? juli, no. although he lives at home so it’s fine. pippa, yes.

HOME

Who does the washing? juli, reluctantly, after a lot of bitching from a miss espina. Who takes out the trash? he takes her out every friday night. haha, just kidding.jokes, jokes… but he does take out the trash. Who does the ironing? i think pippa hates wrinkly clothing HOWEVER she would burn holes in that shit and he’d have to do it anyway. Who does the cooking? it’s called take - out, baby. look it up and order me some red curry chicken from your nearest thai food place. Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? pippa, hence… them not doing that. the oven is purely decorative. Who is messier? pippa. somehow. Who leaves the toilet roll empty? also pippa because she does not respect her fellow man (julian) Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? that’s juli, alright. pippa would at least fill the hamper until it overflows. good for her. Who forgets to flush the toilet? NEITHER. get some help. Who is the prankster around the house? juli would probably do something very lighthearted and then she’d take it like eleven notches too far. Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? pippa be throwing those bitches halfway the antarctic, lemme tell you. then again he doesn’t even know how to drive, so… you win some, you lose some. Who mows the lawn? * TRIGGERED * Who answers the telephone? pippa would yell at juli to do it while she’s standing RIGHT THERE and then he’d be like yo, wtf and she’d be like omg my pedicure, though… yup. Who does the vacuuming? juli’s mommy. Who does the groceries? THEY DON’T COOK. Who takes the longest to shower? pippa. juli’s an in - and - out kinda guy. and i respect that more than i respect her for taking 45 minutes every time. Who spends the most time in the bathroom? see above.

MISCELLANEOUS

Is money a problem? no, but maybe it should be. then she wouldn’t be such a horrid little cunt, you know? too much? yeah, well… like queen lizzo once said, the truth hurts. How many cars do they own? i wanna say… one. Do they own their home or do they rent? um, owning a home is a huge commitment (and a baby simply isn’t, just leave it on the curb outside and you’ll be gucci within 30 minutes top) and they’re not committed to the cause. Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? bitch, city. but a city near the coast? ahah, seattle? Do they live in the city or in the country? fucking see above, damn. Do they enjoy their surroundings? sure, why not. sounds cute. What’s their song? wap, obviously. but also everybody talks by neon trees. don’t ask me for 80’s songs, i am brain dead. What do they do when they’re away from each other? rejoice. Where did they first meet? at a party, probably. How did they first meet? let’s just make it less awk and say through a mutual friend... Who spends the most money when out shopping? how is this even a question… obviously juli spends big bucks on nightwing comics that heavily feature dick’s thick behind. Who’s more likely to flash their assets? pippa should be robbed. Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? both. pippa would just more vocal about it. Any mental issues? * takes long drag of a cigarette * so anyway... Who’s terrified of bugs? pippa cries at the sight of butterflies. did i steal that from some toddler in the chat? yeah. Who kills the spiders around the house? jjuli would let it outside. like idiots who want the spider to come back in do. Their favourite place? probably some shitty make - out spot in the woods where you can smoke weed and bitch. Who pays the bills? juli would insist on paying half even if she could buy him. Do they have any fears for their future? ahah.... hunny… for that you’d have to expect a future. Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? juli. he’s a big softie, alright. Who uses up all of the hot water? well only one of them spends the whole day in the shower, so. Who’s the tallest? JULI, FOR ONCE. Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? that’s a pippa move if i’ve ever heard one. Who wanders around in their underwear? well, he’s not gonna be putting on any pants unless there’s company. Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? see, juli would jam out to some sick punk rock and she’d turn it off for madonna and then have HER moment but man, did you know he’ll just join? that’s kinda cute * barf * What do they tease each other about? their respective failures. Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? he looks like he got dressed in the dark. Do they have mutual friends? HAAAAAAAAA... Who crushed first? IF that were to ever be a thing, then juli for sure. Any alcohol or substance related problems? * loud breathing for 16 consecutive minutes * Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? both of them. maybe together.

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oliverphisher · 5 years ago

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Rowena Holloway

Rowena Holloway is an Australian author of supsense fiction. A former academic, she discovered fiction writing was preferable to the real world and now indulges her love of suspense fiction by writing about Fractured Families and Killer Secrets. Pieces of a Lie is one of the popular book of her.

Pieces of a Lie By Rowena Holloway

Her novels have been nominated for the Ned Kelly Award for crime fiction and her short stories have been published in several anthologies including the Anthology of Award Winning Australian Writing. An avid reader, she occasionally reviews fiction and interviews fellow writers.

You can find out more about Rowena at rowenahollowaynovels.com.

What are one to three books that have greatly influenced your life?

Oh, so many books! My top three would be Sophie’s World by Jostein Gaarder, Caught In The Light by Robert Goddard, and A Dark-Adapted Eye by Barbara Vine.

I read Sophie’s World as part of my studies and I have to admit that at first I viewed reading about all those philosophers as a chore, but Sophie’s journey swept me up and of course there’s a good twist to the story. I think that’s where my appreciation of a layered story began. It’s also about that time that I realised writing was a passion I wanted to pursue though I was undecided whether it would be fiction or non-fiction.

Sophie's World: A Novel About the History of Philosophy (FSG Classics) By Jostein Gaarder

Caught In The Light also left an impression, not just because the story is intriguing but because of the layers to his stories. There is always something else going on beneath the main story line and then around the midpoint that story begins to emerge and you realise the book is about something else and all the clues have been there all along. That was when I decided I liked the freedom of fiction. And that is also when I realised layered stories with twists where my passion.

Caught in the Light By Robert Goddard

A Dark-Adapted Eye was influential because it showed me about character, that all the best characters are flawed and that families can be incredibly cruel to each other under the ‘guise’ of love. Also, Barbara Vine (aka Ruth Rendell) is a brilliant writer. So it was influential for the sheer joy of reading.

A Dark-Adapted Eye (Plume) By Ruth Rendell

What purchase of $100 or less has most positively impacted your life in the last six months (or in recent memory)?

You know, I think I’m going to have to go with a recent lunch with two of my best friends, one of whom I rarely see because she lives eight hours away. It is always great to catch up with good friends and when those good friends share your passion for writing, among other things, it refills the creative well. Writing is a solitary business. You spend a lot of time inside your head with imaginary people or stuck in research or engaged in that dreaded thing called marketing (!) and so it is important to do those things that refresh and encourage your passion. For me, that means spending time with people I love. And when they share my passion for writing there is nothing better—except spending time with my cavoodle, Alfie. Every writer needs a dog! How has a failure, or apparent failure, set you up for later success?

Failure—however we define it for ourselves—set me up to be more resilient and to persevere.

I went through several years of bullying at one workplace and it changed me. My confidence fled, I ate my feelings, and became incapable of seeing anything in a positive way. It all came to a head at one particularly awful conference. Alone in my room I drew up a list of pros and cons about my situation. That’s when I realised that I was on the wrong path and that fiction writing was my passion. From that moment on I hatched my ‘escape plan’. Two years later I was physically no healthier, but my bank balance was healthy enough for me to quit a career I had spent ten years and several degrees working towards.

It was a long road back to health, mentally and physically, but during that journey I learned to stop and breath, to be in the moment, and to centre myself. Things can still become overwhelming but now I stop, breathe and go for a long walk. Then I keep moving forward. Are there any quotes you think of often or live your life by?

Probably the most apt one is “Keep Calm and Carry On”. But the one I find myself saying all the time, and which seems to fit most situations is from Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy. “Don’t panic.” What is one of the best investment in a writing resource you’ve ever made?

Well a notepad that fits into my shoulder bag and handful of pens is probably the best. It’s cheap, available and very useful for when you find yourself with a bright idea or extra time—like in the waiting room at the dentist!

Other than that, I have to say my Mac Air laptop. I take that everywhere. It’s great when I need to get a change of scene or work around other commitments. Over the last couple of years I spent a lot of time in doctors waiting rooms while my elderly mother saw various specialists. I wrote while she saw her specialists and it saved both of us from feeling stressed.

I actually wrote the better part of my Ashes To Ashes psychological thriller series that way. Books one and two were mostly written in waiting rooms or nearby coffee shops.

What is an unusual habit or an absurd thing that you love?

I love my dog, which I realise isn’t absurd, but I also like to sing to him, and about him. And I’m not bothered that I do this while we walk. Not anymore. I’ve been caught a few times by strangers as I sing made up ditties, but I’ve long since learned to ignore my embarrassment.

Anyway, singing to my dog is better than cursing the bullies, which is what I used to do on my walks. In the last five years, what new belief, behaviour, or habit has most improved your life?

Daily walking! It’s helped me get fit and kept me sane.

I’ve walked daily for years and now I get to enjoy with Alfie, who makes me laugh every day. It also gets me out in the sunshine (and rain) and I’ve met many people who have become friends.

And perhaps, now I think about it, it also feeds that belief that everything will be okay once you take a breather.

What advice would you give to a smart, driven aspiring author? What advice should they ignore?

Great question! The hardest lesson to learn—in life and especially as author—is knowing which advice to follow and which to ignore.

First, find your voice before you learn ‘the rules’.This may be a little contentious because often you need to know the rules before you break them in an effective way. However, after years of attending writing courses and writers’ groups I’ve come to the realisation that all those rules can really stifle your voice. So, I recommendthat you write as much as you can until you find your own style, until your unique voice shines through the work. By ‘voice’ I mean the tone, the style and telling the story in a way that honours your characters and the world they inhabit. This differs from your author voice. The difference can be obvious or it can be subtle. Discovering that is part of the journey.

Secondly, I’ll pass on the best advice I ever got: “Don’t mess with your process”. Some people plot and some pants it, some write fast, and some can’t move forward until they perfect what they already have. Most of us are somewhere in between. Honour the way that works best for you. And don’t let anyone mess with your voice. That is what makes you unique.

Finally, surround yourself with people who support your passion. They may not understand it, but if they support it, you are halfway there. Sometimes the most well-meaning people can be the most damaging, and often those people are those closest to you.

What are bad recommendations you hear in your profession often?

People banging on about the rules. Every writing course I ever went to laid out rules they deemed un-breakable. Yet by following these I invariably ended up with a long-winded, stilted and unwieldy story.

Yes, you do need to know what’s accepted and what isn’t in your chosen genre because you need to meet the expectations of your reader. And if you aspire to be traditionally published, you’ll need to meet the expectations of your intended agent or publisher: if they know where your book ‘sits’ in the store, it’s easier for them to sell it—and that helps you get a contract.

But if you focus too early on the rules while trying to write a first draft, it can stifle your creativity. In the last five years, what have you become better at saying no to (distractions, invitations, etc.)?

I say no to lots of things these days. I still suffer from FOMO and worry I’ve missed an opportunity, but as a wise friend of mine once said: “You can do anything, but you can’t do everything.”

The biggest ‘distraction’ I’ve said no to—and it took me a long time to let it go—was teaching writing. I love teaching and enjoy interacting with like-minded people, sharing what I know and learning from them, but it is no longer my passion. Writing is my passion. Not just that, but seeing a book come to fruition. Eventually I realised that I was spending a huge chunk of time preparing teaching materials and less and less doing what I really loved: creating fiction.

I also have a Fear Of Putting Myself Out There, so saying no comes with lots of angst and self-reflection. If I’m saying no because of fear, then I try to push myself outside my comfort zone and say yes. But that is always judged against my goals for writing and health—though I rarely say no to lunch with friends! What marketing tactics should authors avoid?

Don’t shout about your book. Talk about it. Talk about your journey, the story, your characters and your research. Make your potential readers curious. While we all want that immediate sale, effective book marketing is mostly about building relationships.

Avoid anyone who promises to have the magic bullet.

There is no magic bullet. The publishing landscape changes all the time, it’s a crowded market run by algorithms and to be successful in marketing you need to stay abreast of all the changes. Follow people like Joanna Penn and Jane Friedman who are active in the industry and have a track record of good advice and insight.

Sadly, there are unscrupulous people who trade on exploiting our dream.Do your research. Check Writers Beware (https://www.sfwa.org/) for known scams, and join communities like the Alliance of Independent Authors (ALLi) who keep on top of scammers and dodgy publishers.

What new realizations and/or approaches have helped you achieve your goals?

There is an old song that has been running through my head and the chorus goes: “Pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and start all over again.”

You can’t get much better advice than that.

Of course, the difference between intention and action is planning and it is not enough just to have a goal, you have to plan how to achieve that goal. For writers, it always comes down to putting your bum in a chair and your hands on the keyboard (a pen to your notebook; your mouth to dictation software) and getting the words down. It is not always possible to do daily writing or to carve out long tracts of time alone to write, but the more you do it, the easier it flows, and the quicker you will find your process.

And don’t forget to enjoy it!

When you feel overwhelmed or have lost your focus temporarily, what do you do?

I was going to say I walk, which I do, but mostly my first response is to make coffee! I can always tell how well my writing day has gone by howmany half-finished cups of coffee I’ve left around the house… Any other tips?

One of the biggest lessons I’ve learned is this: writing is a valid occupation and there is no shame—and it is not selfish—to pursue a dream if it nurtures your soul. Of course, we all have to live, so it might be something you have steal time to do for a while, but if it is truly your passion, do not give up.

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bluebird722 · 7 years ago

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Grand Finale: The Wedding Night

Finale rewrite. Jack and Ashi marry and experience their first night together as newlyweds. As she has no family to ease her worries, she finds comfort and advice in the words of a better woman: her mother-in-law. Jashi, fluff, wedding-night jitters, mentions of marriage consummation, and mother- and daughter-in-law bonding.

FF.net: www.fanfiction.net/s/12519756

The Empress did not want to admit it, for fear of people saying it was "such a cliché" to say, but it was the happiest day of her life. To see her son happy, find someone to spend the rest of his life with, love someone so dearly, and marry was all she wanted for him, after so many years away from his parents, training and preparing for a deadly battle. The tension was still present in her chest—fear of losing her husband and son, of spending the rest of her life in hiding, and for her people—but her son's smile and optimism eased the pain.

It was a great wedding, the best way to, in her opinion, mark the end to the second rebuilding of the palace and kingdom. Friends and teachers from all over the world gathered to watch and congratulate her son for entering a new chapter in his life. The music and dancing went by so fast that the Empress forgot how long it took for her to watch her servants dress her soon-to-be-daughter-in-law to right now.

She and Ashi—a beautiful and great woman to call daughter-in-law, wife for her son—sat on the latter's bed. Servants helped Ashi out of her robes and into a snow-white kimono, her hair ornaments out, and her bangs over her forehead in its previous style. She refused to remove the lipstick, though she knew it might smear over her sheets, her husband, and herself.

The Empress saw the worry in Ashi's eyes in anticipation for the wedding night, what she used to call "the grand finale" of wedding days and ceremonies. She remembered her own wedding night, how her parents gave her some advice, and how her husband was hesitant to even try. Poor Ashi, however, to have no mother to calm or soothe her before she opened her legs for the first time.

The Empress reached out her hand and stroked Ashi's cheek. "You afraid?" she calmly asked.

Ashi lightly swallowed but nodded. "Somewhat."

The Empress moved her thumb around Ashi's cheekbone and ear. "It's scary, I remember, but know that he's nervous as well. He loves you and is worried about hurting you, giving you pain." She watched Ashi take her hands into her own and lightly smiled. For a fighter, Ashi really did have feelings and was afraid of her husband hurting her. "Remember this advice: Remember that he chose you. You're in no rush, especially to do it your first night, and focus more on the love between you. See what you like, what helps excite you, and concentrate on the pleasure you get. It stops, if not prevents, the pain. You may or may not shed blood, but that depends on if you take time to help each other."

Ashi blinked. She didn't know what the Empress meant by that, but she tightened her grip on her mother-in-law's wrist. "Anything else?"

"You should expect each other to want to go slow, and he'll comply. It hurts him to see others in pain."

Ashi looked slightly more relieved, so the Empress scooted forward and carefully put her arms around her new daughter-in-law. She breathed in Ashi's scent, of cherry blossoms that she liked to visit and slide in her hair when it was warm. Ashi returned the embrace but could not bring herself to cry, even though she really wanted to. "Do not worry," the Empress said. "I have always wanted a daughter to love as much as my son. Tonight, I am pleased that the gods have blessed me with one."

Ashi's hand on the Empress's back sank into her flesh, and her chest began to hurt.

What broke them apart was the knocking on the door, followed by the Emperor's voice. "Are you all right?"

The Empress and Ashi stood up and approached the doors that the former opened. Her son wore a different black robe but was just as handsome as he always—and about as nervous as his new wife.

The Empress embraced her son while her husband squeezed their daughter-in-law's hands. The groom's hands were tight around his mother, and he kissed her forehead. "I love you, my son," she said.

He repeated the words of affection, and they departed. She gave Ashi one last loving look before she and her husband left the room. The newlyweds already came together, his arms tight around her waist. They watched as the Emperor and Empress closed the doors for them, their faces offering looks of happiness and comfort.

Once his parents left, Jack faced his bride, struggling to avoid biting her lips, and gently held her arms. "I love you," he whispered before he inched his face toward hers. It wasn't just following his father's advice, to reassure her of his love and promise to care for her—it was right out of his heart, even if he wasn't supposed to affirm his love.

Ashi finally let go of the tears that had been building up in her eyes and leaned forward for an eager kiss.

They were slow to undress each other, kissing as they untied stashes and maneuvering sleeves off shoulders and down arms. Once they were both naked, he lifted her in his arms, she crossed her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, and they let the passions that they did not explore or indulge in after fighting Lazarus-92 overpower them as he lowered them to the bed.

The newlyweds remained asleep in bed for almost the entire next day. Part of his hair was falling out of its pin, the strands stuck to his sticky shoulders and upper back. His back was red from nail marks and long scratches. His right arm was draped around her waist, with the bedsheet they shared pulled over her chest. Had she woken up, she would, in addition to feeling sore and intense pelvic pain, expose the numerous bite marks along both sides of her neck, both her shoulders, and her breasts. Her nipples were red and tender.

The husband woke up first but was reluctant to rub his eyes or sit up. He closed his eyes once more for thirty minutes until he slowly left his warm bed, kissed the back of her head, and whispered, "I love you." Then he pulled on his clothing from the night before and opened the door, where either a servant or one of his parents left outside a bowl of water with two cups and a loaf of bread, all on one tray. He drank a small amount of water and carried the tray into the room so he and Ashi could eat and drink together.

When she woke up, tender and aching all over, he helped her sit up to drink water and pulled her into his arms for “morning” kisses. Then he pulled her kimono over her body and carried her into the washing room for a late-afternoon bath. Had she not looked so tired, he would have asked if she would one day like to consummate their marriage and feelings in the water.

They were slow at first that night, as her pelvic area was killing her, but they now knew what helped the other relax, feel ready to make love, and reach a high.

The Empress was happy that, after one day of keeping to themselves, her son and his bride finally made an appearance, two days after the wedding. They still looked tired but fulfilled. As before the ceremony, they talked and laughed over morning tea, while the young couple cuddled close, his hand stroking her back and her hand on his knee.

While the men practiced combat training, the Emperor still in shape and his son able to fight even when exhausted and tender all over, their wives took a stroll around the fields as servants shaded them with umbrellas. The Empress smiled at Ashi, who looked happier than before she became a wife. "So how was it, the wedding night?" she had to ask.

Ashi lightly blushed. "Very lovely," she replied. "I took your advice, and it was the best night I've had so far." She pointed to the small river to show the Empress where she would like to sit, as she felt too tired to make her way to the cherry blossom tree.

It had taken the newlyweds a while to determine what worked for each other, what to kiss, bite, and suck on. It felt awkward at first, partially due to both feeling nervous at the same time, but at least the feelings gave way for them to engage in the act of lovemaking, to make sure both were enjoying themselves. He was slow to penetrate her, as his father warned him that being so quick would cause her to cry and give her pain, and it gave her discomfort at first, but he let her adapt to the sensation before they continued. They picked up the pace sometime later, and moved faster and rougher for the rest of the night.

With every climax, she had felt more beautiful than ever before, and he felt stronger. No matter how tired they became or made each other, they could not stop kissing and making love. It thrilled her to grab his bare back and arms, slide her feet down his calves, and hold as much loose hair between her fingers. She could see his eyes sparkle every time he kissed the swells of her breasts and down her neck, moved his hand down her side before holding onto her lower back, and lace his fingers between hers and tug her arm over her head while he moved in and out between even and uneven paces.

What briefly stopped them was her bursting into tears as he sucked on her nipples and rubbed his fingers against the flesh and sensitive bulb hidden under her lower dark curls. She meant to scream in pleasure, for the coiling in her stomach was still intense and building, but what came out was a cry of sorrow. He was stunned to see her weep, though she didn't know why until they paused to talk and caress each other. She later realized how happy she was to have this man in her life but also sorrow and regret for her late sisters who could never experience the joys of love or pleasure. He let her lament for the late daughters of his greatest enemy, and then she apologized for interrupting their night of passion, but he brushed it off and said that at least she could release her feelings for them in a healthy way. They stopped making love for an hour after that, just admiring each other in the moonlight, and caressing skin and faces. A comforted Ashi then found the courage to initiate it all over again until mere hours in the morning when they agreed to go to sleep and continue the following nights.

Ashi sat beside her mother-in-law while the latter gathered enough strands of grass to weave a hat. Her daughter-in-law breathed in the fresh air and took off her sandals to rub her feet. "Thank you again," she said, "for your comforting words. It made everything less scary."

The Empress set down her half-woven hat to pull Ashi toward her for a kiss to her head. "My pleasure," she whispered. "It does delight me that you even listened in the first place."

Ashi lightly chuckled. "Of course. And it delights me that you are the mother of my husband, as he had the better mother between him and me."

The Empress didn't know how to respond to that, as Ashi's recollections of her mother and the cult that "raised" her and her sisters were horrifying. Several times, The Empress cried in her sleep with thoughts of Ashi's brutal upbringing. At least Ashi could now find comfort and love in a real family.

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whitstanwilhelm · 8 years ago

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The Ocean Tide.

The pain was bad… but the worst thing was, that it was he who did it. The ends justified the means… or he told himself. He breathed in and the very air tasted of ash. Step after step, his greaves would clank against the cold earth. Once in a while a crunch would be heard from the bones he treaded over in the Ruins of the Scarlet Enclave. He often found solace here, time and time again. Finally, he had reached the docks to hear the waves gently brush up against the shore and rocky cliffsides. He sat at the end of the dock as he watched out to the infinite horizon while the water shifted just beneath the broken pier. For two days he sat motionless as he stared out to the calming seas. It was the only thing that could remove his mind from the flood of memories that had returned to his head- and the burden of guilt along with it. Every so often a cold foggy sigh escaped his lips.

“Whatever is the matter?” Ellyria finally spoke after hours of silence. “You seem… hmm… distant.”

“Distant? No. Just introspective. A lot of decisions that have been made seem to have been for naught. Now I weigh what reason I have to continue involving myself in the affair of mortals. This is their world. In the end, a world of undead would wither away into darkness. I thought myself immortal. But it seems we’re all just… waiting for our turns to swim into that endless ocean of torment.”

“It’s thirsty work, distancing us from my meals.” The vampiric spirit playfully whispered into his ear. “Besides, you like the company. Listening to me howl for blood every day would drive you insane, especially if you isolated us on some island in the middle of nowhere. Speaking of blood, the Light’s Chapel is only a few hours walk away…”

“Enough…” he responded, then continued speaking dryly, “Between the anguish laid upon me from my condition… needing to inflict harm to the living… and you chirping at me about blood… might it be better that we all simply sink to the bottom of the ocean and cease to exist? What good has come out of my efforts so far? I’m sure you’ve been such a willing, happy cog in the machine I created. Now it has halted to an abrupt end.”

“That Priestess must have really gotten to you.” Ellyria fell silent while her spirit drifted out of the blade to sit beside the former Spell-Breaker; although she couldn’t interact with the physical world, her ethereal form pretended to anyway by leaning against Whitstan’s shoulder. “Fine… tell me more about these foiled plans of yours.”

“Mnn?” he perked a brow as he looked down at her petite figure. He didn’t bother to move away. After all, her image was just that, a vision layered over reality. “You couldn’t see as you dragged me out of that vision? It is an inevitability that she opened my eyes to… even if my ambitions came to fruition and I could convert everyone… it would be a pointless charade. Now I simply look back at everything that has happened in vain.”

“Life is meant to be enjoyed… not savored.” She paused, glancing around the ruins they rested in. “Life, in a matter of speaking, that is. Take a look around you… this desolate land was once brimming with people who clung desperately to their beliefs. And what did that get them?” Her image shimmered while she stood up straight, twirling her arms around before stopping to stare down at him. “Times change, love. All you need to do is get with the times.”

“And in the present…” he commented as his eyes drifted to her. “I have allies that wanted to help a monster… recover his monstrosity. Then they learned what price they would have to pay for it. And now… we’re back to being without allies. I don’t have the Witch that once supported me, the Worgen pack that followed my beck and call, and the aberrations that sided with me to bring down what was to become the Oathguard.”

“If friendship means so much to you, then make amends.” Ellyria crossed her arms and leaned against one of her legs. “Your power has been reawakened, and with it your command of the dead. Show them how foolish it would be to turn away your might while the Burning Legion invades Azeroth.”

A light laugh escaped his lips for once, followed by a chilled fog. “Friendship. I could live forever without a creature to call a friend. And… the more power one wields, the more it should make their prospective allies wary of the repercussions of the tentative alliance that would be formed. But that’s completely ignoring the fact that they wouldn’t want to kill me on sight. Not that they would have much success but… there have been too many bridges burnt. Now I ponder here, watching the horizon… on what’s left.”

“Glorious conquest, my dear.” Ellyria’s visage approached Whitstan cautiously, walking through the former Spell-Breaker to spread her arms out wide before the sun. “My power gives you unparalleled control of Blood magic, while your natural talent with Necromancy can give you unending armies. Fulfill your passion to bring your enemies to heel… but start with the Legion. Start with Kil’jaedan.” The San’layn turned her back to the sun, instinctively licking her lips in anticipation. “Once the Legion is destroyed, we turn to the Old Gods. Once they’re beaten, we turn to their masters. And then…?”

“And then what? We both know what the answer to that is. The vision left to me didn’t include any of the living. I imagine after we have soaked into all the blood that was left of the world there was none to be had left in that dreary reality. You told me you did not want to sink into oblivion after your connection to me died… but would that not be a similar fate? Should we revel in what we have before us and simply indulge until there is nothing left? I have much to ponder.”

“Did you really expect to rule Azeroth forever?” Ellyria draped her arms over his shoulders as she whispered in his ear. “The living make the most out of their lives, don’t they? We can too… we just have much… much more time than they do. I say we indulge a bit. Protect the living like you would livestock… let them breed and multiply. The more they create, the more we can feast. If we let them live out their lives, we get an unending supply of corpses to use at our leisure. We can sustain ourselves forever… that is, unless someone stronger than us grows tired of our presence.”

His left hand moved to cradle his face as he leaned over. “That’s… an idea. But a horrible one at best. Is that all we can rely on? Horrible fates, one after the other to cling to? I suppose that’s the fate of the undead. And now we’re both tied to it… but…” he paused as the image of someone he knew flashed into his mind. ‘How would she feel?’ He wondered. It was a pointless contemplation. There was no room for the dead amongst the living.

“You love her, don’t you?” Her voice gently licked the back of his neck. “Not the Priestess that unlocked your memories… the other one. The younger one. Is that your endgame, Whitstan? Spend an eternity with her?”

His scowl grew darker as he dipped his head a moment. His eyes met the horizon once more. “Love?… I don’t know what that is. My parents abandoned me at birth. Their human relatives did their best to raise me. I was brought into undeath by the Lich King while serving with one who I once called a brother. He betrayed me in the end and I did the same. I made friends with his allies who were once my enemies and now they undoubtedly see me as I was… a threat to their existence. Now here we are, watching the ocean tide. It would have been nice to have learned what love was… but… alas… I can’t answer your question because I don’t know what it is you ask.”

“I suppose I don’t know either.” Her form shimmered again while she walked through him once more; Ellyria abruptly sat in his lap and placed her hands upon his shoulders. “When I was your age - before we both served the Lich King - I was a capable Blood Mage for King Anasterian. It was by his command that I and a select few ventured to Northrend to investigate what Prince Arthas was doing… and… the rest you can figure out yourself, I suppose. But back to the girl… you must be very fond of her at least, right? I can see it in your eyes whenever you say her name.”

He paused, trying to dissemble what the spirit referenced. He contemplated ways to trivialize the emotion that she was implying in regards to the woman she spoke of. “Her name…?” he asked, even though he knew the answer to the question. The San’layn drew close, almost pressing her ethereal form against his chest.

“Kaevia Sun’rael.” she whispered suggestively. “Don’t play dumb with me, I may be your servant… but I am no fool.”

“… She… is of the living. There’s no hope to be had there. I am undead. My purpose was to keep those terrors that lingered just beyond at bay. Now… it seems like there is no winning. She is someone… that I would like to hold close but my cold dead hands can only offer so much. She is better off living without this burden. Someone living will undoubtedly come along and offer her a better chance at a better life.”

“There are ways to get around such barriers.” Ellyria slid off his lap and rested beside him again, this time choosing to kick her feet up onto his legs. “Fleshcraft is a taboo art, even among us Undead… but it can be done. Otherwise, your prize could suffer an… unfortunate accident.” The San’layn stretched out, though such actions seemed pointless now that she lacked a physical body. “Leading that Oathguard is a dangerous job, who knows what kind of assassin could end her life?”

He snapped his attention to Ellyria. “I… cannot let that happen.” the man commented before looking back to the ocean while the rain poured down around him. “That isn’t an option.” the words were spoken as an explanation but sounded rather as a command. He sighed lightly, “Thank you Ellyria…” he breathed softly. “I think I’ve found my purpose.” Her form instantly warped and twisted as it returned to the accursed blade.

“Anytime, love.” Ellyria whispered. “Now… let’s get something to drink.”

@istrys collab. @k-sunrael

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