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lilac-melody · 1 year

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Fantasia LOVE&KISS Special Short Story

I'm not a professional translator so take this all with a grain of salt!! If you spot any mistakes, feel free to DM me.

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Thank you!!

Aizou and Yujiro, the two members of the high school idol unit LIPxLIP, have finally announced their first attempt at a musical, and tickets were now on sale.

It was a popular topic among fans, with the expectations rising. And while it was exciting, the pressure was also quite high. After all, it was the first time for both of them to play a role on stage.

Yujiro had been practicing since he was a child because of his family's past, and had studied acting since then, as back then, it had been his dream to stand on the stage. However, it is also the first time for Yujiro to perform on a theater stage, and a musical stage at that.

Aizou was no different, having only played the role of a prince in a certain MV but otherwise having no experience as an actor. He struggled to keep up with the rest of the cast and was clearing his assignments day by day.

Neither of them had been able to attend school very much during these days because they had been busy in the practice room from the early morning until late at night, practicing their acting, singing and dancing lessons. It was hard to find time for their studies.

However, they were still students and regardless of the fact that they had good grades and could easily catch up, they couldn't afford to miss so much school.

Aizou arrived at school for the first time in several days, and after the morning class, he left the classroom and headed for the staff room, where his homeroom teacher, Akechi, had asked him to meet him in.

Akechi, who was working on his computer, started talking to Aizou as soon as he arrived. As expected, it was about the lack of attendance.

"I've heard about the situation from the office, and I've told the other teachers about it. I know that both of you have good grades, so I'm sure you'll be fine, but make sure you only attend make-up classes." Was what he said.

When Aizou received a printout with the schedule, he noticed that most of the days off from work and practice were completely clashed with each other.

Akechi glanced over at him, turning his body to face him. "You...can't get time off, can you?" His words were concerned, even if he asked it in a casual manner, and his tone was unassuming.

He also explained the situation to the other subject teachers about this make-up class, and they bowed down to him to make time for a special make-up class.

"It's just until the end of the stage play. I honestly can't take a break," Aizou said. Even on his days off, he felt as though he was going to lose focus and still practiced reading his script and the songs and dances on his own.

It wasn't as though he didn't get tired, it was just similar to a live performance, so Aizou was already used to it.

He felt a knob poke his forehead and looked up, seeing Akechi holding out a lollipop to him.

"Make sure you're resting properly. Get a good night's sleep tonight."

(What are you, my mom?)

Aizou almost laughed out loud as he accepted the candy from him. "Yeah. Thanks." And then he remembered something. "Ah, sensei. Is Yujiro here too?"

"Hm? Wasn't he going to take up kyudo?"

"No? I haven't heard anything about that," Aizou almost rolled his eyes.

"Really? He was carrying an archery book around and asked me if the school had an kyudo club, so I assumed he was interested." Akechi turned his chair around and faced his computer.

His lunch seemed to be a sandwich placed next to his keyboard. It was a thick-sliced beef cutlet sandwich, a rare item that can only be found occasionally at the Sakuragaoka High School market. It was placed casually by his coffee.

"It's probably for his role in the play," Aizou commented. His character used a bow and arrow.

The musical they were performing in was set in a fantasy world, and was a story about two traveling heroes who slay a dragon. Aizou's weapon was a thin sword called a rapier, and Yujiro's was a bow called a longbow.

Since there are not many places to test them out, he wanted to try archery instead, no doubt for the role.

"Sensei, does our school have a Japanese archery club?" Since neither Aizou or Yujiro were in any clubs, they didn't have much knowledge on what clubs there were.

"I see...it's for the play," Akechi muttered to himself, before speaking out loud. "No. This school doesn't have an archery range. Are you two off this Saturday?"

"Yeah...I think so," Aizou recalled the schedule. It would seem they'd have to do make-up classes that day.

"Then after your lessons, you should clear your schedule. Tell Someya about it too."

"Huh? Why?"

"For a special extracurricular lesson," Akechi was smiling at him like he had something planned, while Aizou stared at him in confusion.

He left the staff room with his eyebrows furrowed, wondering what it all meant.

There were girls in the corridor, who spotted him. "Aahh! It's Aizou-kun! Kyaaaa!" They ran away quickly.

(What am I, a lion?)

Aizou sighed and peeled the wrapper off of the lollipop that Akechi gave him, pushing it into his mouth. Moments later, he gagged.

(Why the hell is it mustard flavored?!)

After make-up lessons on Saturday, Aizou and Yujiro headed for the parking lot behind the school, as instructed by Akechi. There weren't any students nearby, so they didn't stick out.

(And if Akechi gives me any candy, I absolutely won't eat it!!)

Aizou gripped his bag in determination. He would need to warn his partner if Akechi took any candy out.

Yujiro stared at him in confusion. "Why do you look constipated?"

"I'm taking a lot of precautions...because he's dangerous."

"Hm." Yujiro looked back at his phone with clear disinterest. Before long, a car stopped in front of both of them, with Akechi rolling his window down.

"Both of you, get in."

Aizou and Yujiro glanced at each other, but climbed into the back seat of his car, and saw another student sitting in the passenger seat of the car. It was Yamamoto Koudai, a student who was one year their senior.

"Hey. Nice to see you today." He said.

"Eh? Yamamoto-senpai? What are you doing here?"

Koudai held his camera up. "I was hoping to get your permission to do an interview for the school paper. I'm going to be including it in a special issue in the near future."

This also meant that the special lessons had been approved by the office.

"Are you guys hungry? I brought lunch," Akechi reached back, holding out a paper bag to them.

"Thank you very much." Both boys said. They peeked inside the bag and saw various buns and drinks from a nearby bakery, though they all looked sweet.

Koudai, up front, already secured a croquette bun.

"Let's get going then," Akechi began to drive.

Yujiro didn't hesitate to pick up a chocolate cornet and some cocoa. He saw Aizou glance at him, and held them closer to himself.

"What? I'm not sharing with you." He said while holding them tightly, as if he were protecting them.

(I don't want them...)

Aizou reached into the bag at random, pulling out a cream bun, he was about to open it, but then stopped himself.

(No, wait...Akechi-sensei bought this for me...)

It looked like a cream bun, but the filling might be made of mustard.

As Aizou cautiously checked, Yujiro sipped at his cocoa.

"Sensei, where are we going today?"

(Yeah, I'd like to know too!)

Neither of them were told where they were going. Akechi rested his elbow on the edge of the window, with his other hand on the steering wheel. He was driving slowly, as if he was practicing driving safely. That, or maybe Aizou was just used to being in Manager Uchida's car while she drove a bit recklessly.

"I know where an archery range is located. It's a little far though."

Yujiro looked at him in surprise. He had expressed his interest in it and likely hadn't expected that the teacher would take him there.

When they arrived at their destination, they got out of the car. He saw a martial arts building with black roof tiles and white exterior walls standing at the end of the parking lot. Akechi entered through the entrance and told the receptionist in the lobby what he wanted.

An elderly man in a brown cardigan soon emerged from the back office. He was wearing a black sleeveless vest, so Aizou guessed he was an office clerk. As he stared, Akechi bowed deeply to the man.

"Yatake-sensei. It's been a while."

"Akechi-kun, you're looking well," The man, Yatake, smiled and raised a hand. From his casual tone, Aizou supposed that the two knew each other well. "I'm looking forward to working with you two today."

Aizou quickly bowed his head as Akechi held firm. Yujiro also immediately bowed his head.

"We look forward to working with you!"

"Yes, now, who was it who wanted to learn kyudo?"

"It's me," Yujiro said, raising his hand.

"Then come on and go change your clothes."

Yatake looked into the office. "Tsujima-san, you have a kyudo uniform, right? Will you go get it for him?"

A woman's voice resonated from the office. "Yes sir!"

When Yujiro came out wearing his kyudo uniform, Yatake lead him down the hallway, with Aizou, Akechi and Koudai following.

After explaining how to handle the equipment and precautions, Yujiro began to start learning some basic movements. Aizou and Akechi watched from a distance while Koudai snapped some pictures. He'll probably take a lot and sort them out later.

Yatake then helps correct Yujiro's elbow height as he readies his bow. Afterwards, he walked towards Aizou and Akechi.

"How's he doing?" Akechi asked.

"His posture is very good. Has he done any other forms of martial arts before?" Yatake asked with a smile.

"No, but I've heard he's practiced dance."

"Ah, I see. That makes sense."

While listening to them, Aizou stared at Yujiro, who was practicing. He had the same serious look on his face that he always had when practicing.

(I mean, did I really have to come? Just Yujiro would have been fine...)

If all he was going to be doing was watching him, then there was no point in being there. Just as he thought so, the doors slammed open.

"Where are the people who want to learn kendo?!" A man in a kendo uniform asked loudly. Yujiro, who had been practicing, got startled and froze, his eyes widening.

"Ah, right here," Akechi grabbed Aizou's wrist and made him raise his hand.

(.......Eh?)

While Aizou stood in shock, Koudai aimed his camera at Aizou, and he heard the sound of him taking a photo.

(I didn't hear about this at all!!!)

Aizou was soon given a kendo uniform, protective gear, and shoved into a locker room. Though, unlike Yujiro, he had no idea how to put his uniform on.

As he struggled, the kendo instructor told him that he was "late", and hurried him along, before dragging him to the kendo hall.

"Now strike from anywhere!" The instructor shouted, holding out his shinai.

(That's what he says..!)

Aizou, with the spirit of a bear in the mountains, didn't dare take another step forward, knowing the shinai would swing and hit his head.

"What's wrong with you? You wouldn't even beat your weaker self!"

Aizou quickly blocked the instructor's shinai with his own, but was then easily pushed aside and landed on his back.

"Ouch!"

"Look at your slumped back! Is that all you got?!"

Aizou clenched his teeth, grabbing his shinai that was on the ground.

(I'm not going to let this get me down..!!)

Aizou slowly stood up with the strength in his knees and readied his shinai. "Ha!" But before he could do anything, the instructor's shinai smacked his head with a smash.

"Ouch!"

"You weren't ready!"

(This is why I don't want to get involved with Akechi-sensei! I'm sure to be in trouble!)

Aizou silently vowed never to take candy from Akechi or get in a car with him ever again.

"Come and get me, brat!"

"B-brat?!" While Aizou was startled, the shinai swung forward and smacked his face again. He was an amateur, but the instructor didn't seem willing to pull his punches. His relentless attacks were enough to bring tears to his eyes.

(How is this supposed to help my performance?!)

"You're getting pummeled! Come on, hit me, brat! Be bold!"

(I have no choice but to show him the true spirit of an idol..!)

Aizou readied his shinai, glaring harshly at the instructor. He did a side step, then quickly lunged forward...only to immediately get smacked in the torso with the shinai.

"Ouch!"

"What was that weird crab move? What kind of crab are you?!"

(I'm not a crab!)

After a long, torturous session, Aizou returned to the archery range. His entire body was sore.

Aizou thought Yujiro would be finished with his practice by now, but it seemed that his practice was still going on. Yujiro stood at the archery range, aiming straight at the target. He had been practicing for about two hours now, but he was looking good with the bow in his hands.

"You're doing good...you should hit the target," Yatake was muttering, looking satisfied.

Yujiro shot the arrow with a look of concentration. He kept his posture as the arrow flew through the air. Koudai continued to take pictures.

The arrow hit the target, just as Yatake said. The corners of Yujiro's lips lifted up into a small smile.

It was after five o clock when they both finished training, cleaned up and changed their clothes, and left the martial arts hall. Yatake came to see them off.

"Thank you for teaching them today."

Following Akechi's lead, Aizou, Yujiro, and Koudai all bowed their heads. "Thank you very much!"

Yatake smiled and patted Akechi on the shoulder. "Take care of yourself, Akechi-kun, and come see me again."

"Yes...you take care of yourself too, sensei."

After bowing once more, the four headed to the parking lot.

"...So how was it over there?" Yujiro asked, looking over at Aizou.

"Don't ask." Aizou said flatly as Koudai stood to the side, listening to their conversation.

"I got some pretty good pictures."

"Yamamoto-senpai, did you watch me too?"

"It's an interview for the both of you," Koudai replied happily...which meant he saw and photographed that unattractive mess.

Aizou slapped his hand over his face and sighed.

"Was it really so hard? Kendo practice, I mean."

"I mean, it wasn't really hard, but it was the first time I was called a brat," Aizou frowned as he recalled the training. Yujiro's eyes widened, and he covered his mouth with a laugh.

"A brat..?!"

"It was a mess there, unlike your practice."

"Normal people don't usually say that so quickly. What did you do?"

"I don't know."

"Pfft...ahahahahahaha!" Yujiro started laughing, unable to hold back anymore. His hands flew to his stomach as he doubled over.

"You don't have to laugh so hard!" Aizou's face turned red, only to hear the sound of a photo being taken.

Both Aizou and Yujiro turned towards Koudai at the same time, only to see Koudai smiling at them.

"This is a good shot."

"Th-th-that isn't a good shot, Yamamoto-senpai!"

"...You just caught me off guard."

"Okay, you three. Just get in the car so that we can all go home," Akechi said as he opened the driver's door.

The three of them glanced back at each other, then quickly got into the car.

Yujiro, apparently wiped out, fell asleep in the backseat of the car. Aizou, who was sitting next to him, glanced at Akechi.

"Hey, Akechi-sensei? Did Yatake-sensei teach you archery?"

"No. That was my high school literature teacher," Akechi answered. Koudai, who was in the passenger's seat, also looked at Akechi in interest. "I heard that he'd already retired and was teaching kyudo there, so I got in touch with him. If it wasn't for something like this, I wouldn't have gotten in touch with him."

"So he's the former teacher of our teacher, Akechi-sensei." Koudai said.

"Well, yeah," Akechi chuckled.

Outside, the sun had set and raindrops started to hit the window.

"If it wasn't for him, I probably wouldn't be a literature teacher as I am now...back then, I didn't understand the point of doing literature..." Akechi seemed to be mumbling to himself.

"So why did you decide to become a literature teacher?" Aizou leaned forward and asked. There was a slight pause before Akechi responded, staring at the raindrops with a nostalgic expression.

"...Yatake-sensei once told us in class that literature is the thoughts of people who were alive at that time and place, and that they are proof that they existed. Hearing that, I thought that leaving something behind and passing it on to the next person must be meaningful, and could be my role."

Both Aizou and Koudai listened to him, as if reliving his memory.

"...That's why," Akechi's tone returned to it's usual aloof tone, and said no more.

Yujiro, who should have been sleeping, was awake before Aizou knew it and stared ahead stoically.

(Proof of our existence...)

He was sure the stage play they were going to be on was going to be like that too.

They didn't want anyone to forget they were there.

They wanted to remain in peoples hearts deeply, forever.

They will put everything they have and do their best to engrave proof that they were alive and that they existed there.

That was the way of life that he and Yujiro chose.

#shibasaki aizou #someya yuujirou #akechi saku #yamamoto koudai #lipxlip #honeyworks #confession executive committee #heroine tarumono/heroines run the show #lisians translations

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hirokiro · 2 months

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Dragon bard ain't a meme anymore

So. It's real. I did it. By pure coincidence I created a DnD character who was a dragon that got turned into an elf. I plan to multiclass into bard because my negotiating skills are already hella sick and she loves to perform. Well. Last week I was joking about how she and the BBEG Vampire are each other's arch nemesis' and the other characters betting that "Ten gold says they're dating by the end of the year." And... Yeah. She sort'a bumped into him while the village another PC is in charge of were winding down their week long summer solstice festivities. She decided since he was just minding his business she would be cordial. Learned a bunch of interesting things he had insight into and without even rolling I basically "Seduced/persuaded" him into considering being allies. She even asked if he wanted to dance and the DM I guess rolled for him to... what? Resist her natural charms? He didn't say what exactly but yeah. That's how the session ended and now everyone's joking about the Dragon bard that seduces people. And joking about Twilight because one of the PCs is a werewolf. I'm sorry Vashti for making books your hoard so you decided to use the "Shall we dance" trope to reel him in. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

#dnd #meme #dndmeme #dnd meme dragon #dragons #dungeouns and dragons #duungeonsanddragons #dragonbard #seduce #twilight #bookhoard #bookwyrm

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jaefman · 2 years

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slimeslayers

It's been 4 years since I started DMing my current campaign with a group of good and close friends. The anniversary is few months past, as we hit it back sometime in October, but through circumstance of everyone being in their late 20s and early 30s at this point, the frequency of play is nowhere near what it was in the beginning. Just sharing some thoughts on what d&d and ttrpg's have meant to me and thoughts about my friends who put up with my stories.

Lately I've been really examining my relationship with tabletop roleplaying games and what they mean to me as a person. I've experienced some of my greatest moments of joy playing Dungeons and Dragons surrounded by friends, and have gotten closer to others just by virtue of having played a game that supports displaying raw performance and emotion, in a collaborative storytelling environment that not only welcomes someone being "extra" but actively encourages it.

I do not consider myself a "great" GM by any means, more than anyone I know this is a personal sense of hindrance, especially when comparing myself with people that I admire that get to do it for a paycheck, in an environment that necessitates a valuable performance. I know that every GM is different and all have different thoughts regarding their own personal style and what they glean from others.

The first time I GM'd a game, it was a quick little homebrew to give one of my closest friends a taste of what d&d was like,I GM'd for 2 people, my friend and his brother. It was really simple, nothing crazy, no huge amount of lore, just dice rolls and numbers to hit, with successes and failures and crazy amounts of flavor, a roleplaying game with numbers boiled down to its simplest formula. I definitely didn't do any game systems any justice, but I just wanted to show them what I loved about playing d&d with a group of friends. They both loved it, and so did I.

The next game I GM'd was for my little sister and her group of friends, I did maybe 3 or 4 sessions before it fell apart, through nobody's fault. They were all freshly graduated from high school and it was the summer before freshman year for them and I was on a break from school myself. I know from my sister that they still played d&d after that and she even had a short stint as a DM, asking me for advice.

Since then, I have run two campaigns, one for 9 months or so, maybe a little under a year and then one I've been running for nearly the past 4 years, since October of 2018?

The first fully homebrewed d&d 5e campaign I ran back in 2018, Symphony of Bones, was a HOT MESS. I let everyone make the characters they wanted without restriction and tailored the campaign with my limited experience to facilitate that, sometimes to great results, sometimes to middling ones. I have many regrets about the campaign, but I learned a hell of a lot of lessons I brought into my next one. I ultimately made the decision to end the campaign because 2 of us, myself and Shelby, my now partner, moved to Los Angeles and the time zone issue became flipped and more untenable. It was also during the most stressful moment of my life and I was using it for an escape but needed to prioritize other things in my life. I still hold the story and player characters in that world to high regard, and occasionally make reference to them, having my current campaign, which canonically takes place in an alternate universe, make reference to some of the lore established in Symphony of Bones.

The current campaign I am running, titled the Wishing Star, felt like a reset, taking in a lot of the lessons I'd learned from DMing, from listening to actual play podcasts like The Adventure Zone and an episode or two of Critical Role, and applying them to another homebrew campaign with the intent that I wanted to build this fun little narrative playground for my friends to play as their wacky little characters in. Still a pretty nascent DM at the beginning, I was hit hard by a lot of new lessons that come with character conflict, and having a very very loose story. Story threads I introduced YEARS ago are just now coming into play, which is both fun and has its fair share of problems, and I feel self conscious about how much focus I give on individual characters, and worry so much about robbing their agency via railroading, I have felt time and again that I have failed my players. It's also really difficult because sometimes we will have bits of time where we are consistent in playing biweekly or pushing back a week, but since COVID-19 began, the consistency went out the window. Narratively, it is hard to keep the momentum going when there are months between sessions, and new influences and learnings prop up in the interim, which can change the flow of the story and cause new things to happen in the story that others don’t see coming but I at the time think in all of my mania, “Wow this is such a fucking good idea.” It can create a sense of whiplash amongst my players, and even myself. To say some of my narrative pitfalls are self-inflicted would be placing some of the blame on my players, which I am not, but I have learned how important it is to keep that momentum going, so I have to figure out ways to keep my own personal bad narrative habits in check in the long term and that’s a problem in and of itself. Another pitfall I have to leap over is during long breaks, I lose interest in my own work and my own game and it takes a pretty gnarly mental toll on me to try and get back to it. To this day it is still a sense of defeat that I contend with, but try to push through. So I’m writing this with the intent of sharing what I love about my current campaign in order to show off that spark of creativity and the wild storytelling my group and I have all been a part of.

To make sense of my thoughts on the campaign and some of the lessons I've learned I should introduce my friends' characters, all individually badass in their own way.

Firstly, I wouldn't have started the campaign without being hyped up by my partner Shelby and her character Chymes, a Milo Thatch + Kimihiro Watanuki and now Victor Frankenstein-esque Necromantic Wizard character archetype. He's a little whiny intellectual who has a lot of complicated biology and is on an eternal journey to unpack his relationship with his mother/maker. In the past few years, he has evolved from this incessant magical worm of a person to being well on his way to becoming one of the most powerful wizards the Arcane world of Orgaus has ever seen. One time Chymes did drugs with one of the potential Big Bads of the main story and saw god. Also one time Chymes got shot in the side and blacked out and saw an even stronger god. There's so much to explore with Chymes, but his rich backstory has provided me with a ton of potential lore to work with, and some vital lessons to player character creation in the future. I've got so many plans for the Slimeslayers' resident wizard academic that will be coming to great fruition, it's going to be exciting for everyone. I could write pages about things Chymes has done, but I think one of the most important things he's done has been betraying the biggest rebel anti-monarchy/anti-fascist group in the world (consequences unintended), which resulted in like 70% of their active forces being eradicated. Fun stuff! He has a couple of potential boyfriends in the mix, two are burly and one is a twink and that's all I will say about that.

Then we have Ayla Strimstar, played by Zach, a Air Genasi Paladin, a character that might be slightly overpowered at level 12 with some homebrewed items, but not a warrior who hasn't suffered her fair share of struggles. Strong as she is, one time, pretty recently, she tried to fight an Adult White Dragon alone and got swatted out of the sky and almost died. I love Ayla, the way that Zach plays her with his whole heart makes her a character I have grown so fondly attached to, the achievements under her belt really setting her up to be a hero cemented in the lore of the world should I do another campaign in the same setting (which I plan to! I want to play in this world til I'm 40). It was pretty early on that she and Drina, the next character I will gush about, became champions of the Eadrhi Arena, besting such warriors as Hyacinth the Brainwashed Aasimar Swordsman, a Tabaxi Rogue named "Light of Steps," and Big Daddy Goblin, a leather daddy goblin. He died. Light of Steps hasn't shown up again, but I haven't ruled out her return. There was a point where Ayla became a Grim Reaper for a Day, and there were benefits (that have yet to be realized) and consequences that were immediately enacted. Recently, Ayla got the finishing blow on the Adult White Dragon, Ragastat. It was a good button for the Genasi-Celestial War arc that had been going on for nearly a couple of years at this point, and we are at the point where we have begun to resolve it and move on to the final major Kingdom in the story. I honestly can't wait to see what kind of adventures Ayla will go on, and can't wait to explore her epilogue and see the mark she leaves on the world for future campaigns.

Golondrina Passerine, or Drina for short, is such a fun character, played by our friend Kat. A Fallen Aasimar, they fell from the celestial realm, not once, but twice over the course of the story. First to rebel from their family, and then once more to escape and be reunited with their friends, chased by their cocky, prideful brother who became humbled by his descent in pursuit of Drina, falling as a result of his chase. Drina is a bard, flavored to be that of a heavy metal rocker, spikes, deathhawk, black armor, blood red guitar, haunted (or partnered with) by the King of Hell, Ozymandius D. Dio. To get to this point however, Drina had to die in the story, a sacrifice that was facilitated by a close comrade who had bled in the sands of the Eadrhi Arena alongside them, Ayla who as previously stated, was the Grim Reaper for a day. Drina then spent the next hundred years in Hell, working for Dio as a guard, rebuilding their strength until they were collected by the celestials, which led to Drina rebelling once again, but buffed with hellfire, falling once more to the world below to be reunited with their comrades and in doing so, lit the flames of a different conflict altogether in the heavens above. Also Drina fucked the vampire queen.

Benji Zerahad, played by the baby of the group, Jamie, is a multiclass Kalashtar Monk / Cleric, born out of a desire to be a peaceful and intelligent type of being, chasing after a few things, knowledge, his own place in the world, and at one point, a star-crossed lover, the Quori spirit Novatari, an ancient spirit of battle and leadership, an old queen from thousands of solar revolutions past. The funniest part about Benji is how somehow it was pretty firmly established that Benji was a virgin, and this has become a recurring joke throughout the campaign. One day we'll get to fade to black on Benji. Recently, Benji got his ass kicked when his home monastery was overrun by evil monks, but it was a vital turning point in his story. He was able to get reunited with his mothers and learned that he doesn't have to fall into tradition and continue to be the head of the Monastery, and can leave that to his sister. Now he's faced with the choices that the potential of freedom affords him.

Griselda, played by our very own Abby, is a changeling Rogue. She has been more behind the scenes, a later addition to the campaign after Shelby and Abby moved in together, I was more than happy to include her in our campaign. I have not given Gris enough focus, which is something I feel guilt about, but a lot of her story will come into play in the final kingdom, where her underground influence will play a huge role in how the Slimeslayers proceed. I'm truly excited to shine an overdue spotlight on her character, her two dogs, and her FMA Alphonse-ass Shield Guardian, adorably named "Baby." Gris runs a brothel in the Kingdom of Ersatz, with long roots and untold influence, and is quick to make proper acquaintances and allies through her natural charisma, with a few close shaves revealing her true nature. If I remember correctly, there may only be one or two people in the party that even know that Gris is a changeling at all.

Keeping track of an ongoing collaborative story has been a challenge for sure, and it has challenged me in so many ways creatively. This campaign has been by my side throughout the past few years where I've felt like I have almost fully given up on creative endeavors, to still being here when I wanted to create new characters and draw fun scenes, though I am still a little reticent to share. I will one day spam the discord channel with sketches I've done of everyone's characters and half finished illustrations I should just vomit out into that void. I'm sure this campaign will be there when I feel the drive to go full-hog into creating once more and I will happily and patiently wait, as the milestones we experience in the campaign feel like milestones we have in real life to me.

The past four years with my friends have been great, I wouldn't trade any of the d&d sessions I've had with them for anything. I look forward to the many more adventures we will share together and the stories we'll craft together. From making cocktails based on made-up drinks ("GTM") to simply hanging out and roleplaying a battle of the bands to resurrect the vampire queen, I am truly excited for the things we will do together, and the more lessons I’ll learn along the way. Future stories I want to tell with this gang of misfits include but aren’t limited to, Fantasy Hero University Student Adventures, and a multiplanar romp through space to restore peace to the Greater Realms. I’m also looking forward to playing an adventure DM’d by one of them.

Here’s to more adventures, Slimeslayers. Love y’all.

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Hypno asks before DnD, eh?

You know, there is so much in DnD that intrigues the hypnofetishist.

Spells like Charm Person, Calm Emotions, Command, Dominate, Mind Control, Modify Memory, Hypnotic Pattern…

I wonder what it would feel like to have your DM look at you and say

“Make a wisdom saving throw”

To be locked by their gaze, unable to look away, your hand rolling on its own, briefly looking down

And seeing a natural 1.

And realizing only too late that you’re not playing a character at all. That your DM is controlling *you*

How good would that feel to have your will subsumed by another?

To become curiously friendly. To obey a one-word command. To feel every word they say sink deep into your mind and become indistinguishable from your thoughts. To stare blankly at a dazzling, colorful array hanging in midair.

Be honest. You want to fail. Because failure makes for a more interesting game.

I sooo want a tist to DM one of my games, even if it's just a one on one session - or if I'm the only sub there. Putting me into trance throughout the duration of the session.

"Roll for wisdom." my DM says smoothly, their voice calm and soft. Lulling, even. I can't tear my eyes away from how the light is shining on the dice - it's so pretty - but I can tell that the other party members aren't affected. They're all watching me - intrigued and amused.

Though my entire body feels so...so relaxed and heavy, and I can't lift my chin from my chest, I manage to raise my hand from my lap and grab what I...think is the right dice. They're all so shiny and pretty to look at. Besides, it had a big number - six! That was practically 20, right?

"You didn't even roll the right dice, toy," the DM chuckles. Bemused smiles cross my fellow DnD player's faces. "It doesn't matter, it's a nat 1. And with your wisdom modifier being negative 3, you feel your wisdom drop."

No, that can't be right. Wasn't I playing a highly intellectual wizarrrrr...? My thoughts leak out as my eyes start to roll in the back of my head, my eyelids fluttering

"Yes, that's right, feel every last thought drain out of your mind. It leaks out of your brain stem, through your torso, and into your even more so-throbbing boy clit..."

I didn't notice it until now, but I had been squirming in my seat. Despite the fact I was wearing black skinny jeans, there was an obvious wet spot already formed between my legs. When did that happen?

My blue eyes roll back further as my back arches out of the chair, my hips bucking slightly. The rest of the thoughts drain into my pussy, making me wetter and hornier. I can only listen, now. Absorb what is being put into my subconscious.

"Toy, roll for charisma," the DM chides. "No, not that dice, the other-- no, the other-other one. Good boy," he hums as I finally grab the d20 and fling it across the table, not in too good of control of my actions at the moment as I feel my enlarged clit rub against the fabric of my boxer briefs. Fuck, this is why I don't shave down there - for extra comfort . Wait, when DID I shave down there?

Oh! Right! One of the party members performed entangle on me last session and shaved me, duh! They said good toys should have as much access to their clits as possible!

"An 18! Good boy!" The master...er, party member to my left congratulates me by gripping my upper thigh, then looking at my character sheet. "Not to mention your plus three modifer! Do you know what that makes it?" They send a knowing glance to the DM, grinning.

"If you get this right, I'll let you touch yourself, toy," Dungeon Master smiles.

My eyes momentarily come back to focus at this promise. I try desperately to solve the simple addition problem. Eighteen plus three...both of those numbers kind of look like boobs. Hehe, my boobs are aching from pleasure... Without thinking about it, I reach under my shirt and push my binder up, just high enough so my boobs will fall out of it. Without thinking, I don't pull my shirt back down, leaving me exposed. This will help me think!

But of course the more I try and think, the more thoughts drain into my vagina, making my clit throb harder.

"I. uh...UH...Ahh...ahhh...AHHH...." The moaning becomes more intense. I don't even remember what the question was. My eyes roll to the back of my head as drool drips out of my open mouth and down my chin, onto my newly exposed breasts.

I'm only slightly aware of some of the other party members chuckling, and the others taking videos and pictures of me. It makes me feel good. I hope they'll send them to me so I can post them on Tumblr and show my masters and mistresses what a good toy I am.

"That's okay, toy. I never said anything about anyone else touching you," Dungeon Master chuckled. "And the important thing is, you passed your charisma roll, meaning you get to strip for all of us."

I slowly push my chair away from the table, standing in a trance-like state.

"Yes, Dungeon Master..." These words come out clear, yet monotone.

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Imagine giving me a bouquet of flowers and I’m super excited about it, but little do I know they have a hypnotic scent to them where the longer I breathe it in the more of a mindless toy I become. You come back over later that night and find me on the floor naked, edging and drooling, ready to be played with 🥰

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sugars-fluffy-escapes · 2 years

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ok ok, BUT but BUT BUT BUT Eddie getting a lee mood as u describe ur dnd character wrecking Eddie’s npc for interrogation 😳

🫢😈 ANON I'M ON DEMON TIME NOW ISTG SGAHDHSJDJDJ- And I wanna say thank you to two tumblr moots for helping me make these hcs happen while I'm still familiarizing myself with D&D 🥹 Hcs under the cut!

Eddie's such a smug little shit at first. Big bad DM thinking he's successfully gotten under your skin with an irritating npc who's refusing to answer any of your questions. But then...

"It appears that the only living soul who carries the information you seek is not willing to reveal said information to you. (Character's name here), what would you like to do?"

"I'm going to ask him if he's ticklish."

Eddie's going to short circuit and you can see his body language grow more tense. He will try anything to keep this from happening because of all places for you to throw him into a lee mood, it's during the club meeting??? (Not that he minds though 🥴) No matter what tactics he tries to use, you've always got a tactic of your own to continue throwing him off.

Is he making the NPC lie? Insight check time. You'll see the blush creeping up on his face when you roll. Eddie has different answers depending on what the outcome of the roll was, but even then, you're just as stubborn as he is and you're gonna tickle the npc anyway even if the roll was unsuccessful. You tell him as much.

^ What he looks like when you two are in a verbal joust over this friggin interrogation tactic of yours. He's very stubborn, but so are you. You are going to roll for every advantage you possibly can and the entire time you're arguing with this friggin DM, he's growing more squirrelly and squirmy. The rest of the club is so done with both of you LMFAO 😭 /lh

You came to this meeting prepared, lemme tell you AHJSJSJRJR. Whether your character can perform and has prepared the "enhance ability spell" or if any of your fellow club members can, ohhh boi. Edward Munson isn't ready. If you use "hex," wiggle your fingers in his direction and watch him squirm 🫢

Tickle checks somehow end up becoming a thing after Eddie spends some time racking his brain over how "tickle checks" would even frickin happen. He's gonna make it difficult and will act like a smartass about what you'll need to roll for.

^ This smugness fizzles away real fast 🥴

Alas, your stubbornness wins and Eddie's efforts are futile and the npc gets tickled. He doesn't want to put actual effort into the voice acting because he's flustered to hell and he'll be damned if he lets you win. The rest of the club ain't letting that slide though.

"Eddie! You have no problem getting theatrical with the fucking voices any other time! Commit to the character, dammit!"

"Yeah, Eddie. Do I actually have to tickle you just to really sell it~?"

"N-Not one fucking step closer, you absolute fucking heathen!"

^ I am convinced Edward Munson uses words like "scoundrel" and "heathen" because he is a nerd <3

If you do end up tickling him while y'all are playing, it's likely going to be after you've rolled a crit hit, and you exclaim as much before pouncing on him and next thing you know the damn DM's on the floor flailing like a fish and screech-cackling. He knows better than to ask the other club members to save him. You think they'd skip on an opportunity to knock the DM off of his high horse? Give one of your fellow club members the "help" action and wreck this adorable little shit with tickles 👏🏾

If you don't end up tickling him and making him sink from his chair onto the floor during the actual game, he's absolutely gonna be in a lee mood still and will find a not-so-subtle way to provoke you into finally tickling him after the club's done playing for the night. Probably via telling you that your character's getting shown no mercy the next time y'all continue the campaign. Or, he's so annoyed and salty that you didn't actually tickle him so when the club meeting is done, he insists you actually do so because:

"You had the fucking nerve to say all that tickle shit in the middle of the campaign and now you're not gonna do it!?"

^ Bby just wants tickles now 🥺 👉🏾👈🏾 Indulge the poor lad LMFAOOO /lh

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Anon, this concept is ✨IMMACULATE✨ Thank you so so much for sending this in 🥹💖 /gen /pos /pla

I hope you enjoyed reading!

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The Puppet Master~

This is a tickle fic, if you don't like it, skedaddle, capiche?

A very flustered Cherry Blossom submitted this idea to me in DMs and wanted to make her happy so I accidentally wrote my longest fic so far oops- It's self-insert cuz that's what im best at heh- Let me know if you wanna see more! I hope you enjoy!!

Word Count: 1,337

Warnings: Light Bondage and Magic Tickles

The sound of the carnival attracted you more than the lights or fliers did. You heard the circus buzz all week but had never planned on going until tonight. But once the music began wafting over the park's trees, the laughter of children and yelling of barkers reaching your ears, you were hooked.

You changed your course and walked to the fairgrounds, the cool breeze ruffling your hair as the fallen leaves crunched underfoot.

As you approached, the sounds got louder, although not quite so loud as to be uncomfortable. The sky was filled with lights from the various tents, and you heard a splash off to your right as some poor clown finally got dunked into the tank. You decided to buy some cotton candy while you were there and play a few rounds of the ball throwing game.

Then you saw the tent. It was different from the others, being purple and green instead of red and yellow. The light inside cast an almost haunting glow. You smiled to yourself as you walked toward the spooky tent, reading the sign aloud.

"'The Puppet Master: The Funniest Act in Town~!'" You scoff, unamused. "How is that both ominous and charming-?" you mumble as you lift the flap, entering.

The inside was much different than you expected. Instead of the grassy floor of the other tents, this one had a plush fluffy carpet rolled out, and at the back of the tent, there was a stage with a maroon curtain obscuring most of it. Even more confusing, you seemingly were the only one in the tent. As the only audience member in attendance, you tilted your head slightly in bewilderment. Then, you sat down on the carpet, waiting for the show to start. But, of course, you didn't have to wait long.

After about a minute, the lights dimmed, and the curtain was pulled, showing the grand Puppet Master: a relatively short girl in her late teens, if you had to guess. The girl was a bit on the heavier side with long red hair, and she wore a purple suit with a green tie.

"Good evening, ladies, gentlemen, and all those in between~!" The Puppet Master looked out over the tent, apparently seeing a crowd of eager audience members when only you witnessed her show. "Now, for my performance here tonight, I shall need a volunteer!" If she realized her poor turnout, she did a remarkable job hiding it as she looked around, hoping to find a willing participant. Finally, she made eye contact with you and smiled. "Just one~!"

You smirked at her and shook your head.

"Come on~!" She winked as if she knew something you didn't.

Suddenly, what felt like a loop of yarn coiled around your right wrist, pulling taught, then yanked your hand into the air.

"There we go~! Come on up! Let's all give the brave soul a big hand, everybody!" She giggled as she clapped.

When you looked at your hand, there appeared to be nothing there. But you felt the yarn tugging at your wrist, and you could not pull it down. Instead, it tugged you to your feet, and once you were standing, it loosened and was hoisted back up into the rafters. Shyly walking up to the stage, you rubbed your wrist gently and grumbled.

She gave you a big hug, her head resting comfortably under your chin. "Thank you for volunteering~" she whispered coyly.

"What is this?" you asked, cautiously hugging her back.

She stepped back and struck a pose. "My act! I am the Puppet Master!"

"Right." You looked around, noticing stray hand puppets on the stage, stuffed animals by their looks. "And these are your puppets?"

"Some of them~! But I bet you can't guess my favorite~!" She smiled cutely, but there was the signature glint in her eye that you recognized as the pride of a victor.

You took a hesitant step back, your stomach beginning to turn. "I'm not sure I wanna-"

"Too bad~!!!" Instantly, more loops of soft yarn are wrapped around your wrists and ankles, also coiling around your elbows, knees, and midsection. You looked at your captured limbs with a look of betrayal, again not seeing anything. "My favorite puppet..." She walked up to you, holding her hands in front of her as if puppeteering, moving her fingers methodically. Suddenly the strings bent you over, and your right arm lurched off to the side as you bowed for her. "...is you~!" She wiggled her fingers again, and you stood at attention. "Don't worry! This will be fun!" she said with a giggle.

You realized you were entirely at the Puppet Master's mercy. "W-what are you gonna do to me-?" you asked, gulping.

"It won't hurt! I promise you that you'll laugh!"

You wiggled against the yarn as she puppeted your hands above your head and spun you around.

"What a marvelous ballerina~!"

You whined softly but had to giggle a tiny bit. "Thihis isn't fair!"

"Oh, don't worry, things will get so much more unfair~!" The hand puppets strewed about the stage lifted as if invisible hands held them. Then, finally, they swooped over and levitated in a circle around you. The Puppet Master smirked evilly. "Ready~?"

"F-for what-?"

The fluffy puppets swooped in, sliding under your jacket, wiggling, poking, prodding, and nuzzling their soft bodies into your sensitive skin. Immediately, you burst into loud laughter.

"WHAHAHAHAHA? THAHAHAHHAT TIHIHIHIHICKLES!!!"

"Awwww~! Do the animals tickle~? They're so soft~!" The Puppet Master giggled, wiggling her fingers some more to make the puppets tickle faster. "So ticklish~! I bet you love my magic, huh~?"

"MAHAHAHAHAGIC???"

"Well, duh! Didja think it was science that's ticklin' you ~? Don't be so silly~! But let's get some more friends to play with~!" A stuffed snake slithered out of a box at the back of the tent, an invisible cord pulling it by its snout. It coiled around your left leg, flickering its fabric tongue against your knee pit and thigh as its soft underbelly gently tickled your calf. A plush wolf ran onto the stage, dashing up your shirt and sniffing around your belly button, sending you into hysterics.

"NAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAT THEHEHEHEHEHHEHERE!!!!!"

"Aw, yes, there~!"

The other puppets slid out, leaving only the snake and the wolf tickling you.

A lion puppet floated near your right ear and began cackling in a gruff voice. "Haw haw haw! What a cutie, huh!" it teased. It leaned forward and playfully nibbled at your ear, making you squeal.

A goat puppet lifted to your left ear and spoke up as well: "Cahahahahareful there, Lion!" it bleated out. "We don't wahahahahanna break our new friend!" Instead of nibbling, it nuzzled into your ear, its soft horns tickling you just like Lion's dull teeth.

"Having fun~?" the Puppet Master called over your laughter.

You cackled loudly as the puppets played with you. "YEHEHEHEHES!!!!"

Goat gasped. "Y'hear that, Lion? They love this!" Lion scoffed. "Well, of course, they do! They love being tickled, don't you~?"

You nodded as your laughs turned silent, deciding that being truthful would garner you the most mercy.

"Very good!" the Puppet Master exclaimed, the puppets falling to the floor, inanimate. You felt the yarn holding you release you, and you crumpled to the floor in a giggly mess. The girl picked you up, supporting you under a shoulder. "Are you alright?" she asked softly, handing you a water bottle. You drank from it eagerly and smiled at her.

"Thahahat wahahahas so fuhuhun!" you giggled, still feeling the ghost tickles.

"Awh! I'm glad, cutie! Now, I think it's about time for you to be on your way- The fair will close soon!"

"Okahahay-" You stumbled back to the entrance, and you waved goodbye to the Puppet Master. She waved, smiling, and as she did, all the puppets who had tickled you also waved, and you fled the tent, lost in giggles. It's a good thing the carnival will be here all week: you may come back tomorrow for another tickle-filled day~!

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Now All I See Is Color - chapter 16: nasty 🤢

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In a world where soulmates exist, it's uncommon for most people to find theirs. A lot of them going their whole lives never experiencing the world in color because they've never met their soulmate. But that all changes for y/n when she becomes MSBY Jackals player, Miya Atsumu's assistant. They're about to experience the world in color together. But what does that mean for y/n when both her and Atsumu are in committed relationships?

Atsumu finds himself in his car, beside him his girlfriend of almost two years, who he hasn't seen in three months. He should feel happy, ecstatic even, but he doesn't feel any of that. Instead, he finds himself wishing for someone else to be sitting in that passenger seat next to him.

"Aren't you excited to see me baby?" A voice snaps him back to reality. "Of course am excited to see ya baby. Am just really surprised, am still recovering from it." He replies, feeling guilty for lying to her. She places a hand on his cheek, forcing him to look at her. He realizes it's the first time he's gotten to look at her properly since being able to see colors and he notices one thing about his girlfriend. Her eyes. Her eyes don't mesmerize him the way yours does. Was that normal?

"We better get going. I'm excited to meet this assistant of yours." At the mention of you, he immediately perks up, already backing out of the parking space, he fails to notice the quick flash of anger on the blonde girl's face, rather he was focused on getting to the karaoke bar where everyone else agreed to meet and getting to see you.

"I texted her, she's coming out, she's excited to meet ya babe." He glances over at her while she finishes reapplying her lipstick, all she does is nod her head. Atsumu notices the door open and sees you looking around the parking lot before your eyes land on his car and then on him. You give a quick wave before making your way over. "Come on babe, let's say hi." He's already getting out of the car, eager to greet you.

You watch as Atsumu gets out of the car and then notice the passenger side door open. You can't help but think about how his girlfriend is so pretty, definitely worthy of being with Atsumu. But why does that make your heart ache? "So you're his assistant?" Her tone is friendly but there's something about the way she says it that feels a little off.

You notice Atsumu shoot you an apologetic look. "Yeah I am. And you must be his girlfriend. It's nice to meet you. I'm l/n f/n." You put your hand out for her to shake but she just brushes it off. "Babe. I'm cold, can we go inside now?" She says while clinging on to his arm. You don't want to believe the rumors, wanting to give her the benefit of the doubt, but her attitude and actions right now are making that real hard.

"Whatever ya want babe." You can't help but wonder why Atsumu is with her if this is how she is. You follow the couple as they walk inside. You can hear your group before even reaching the private room. Weren't the rooms supposed to be soundproof? Your question is answered when you find Hinata wedged between the door, a beer in one hand and a microphone in the other. You shoot a look at Sakusa and he just shrugs.

The orange haired male finally notices the three of you. "Y/n! You're baaackkkk! Oh look! Tsum-Tsummmm andddd Mikaaa tooo!" You can't help but roll your eyes. Sakusa warned you Hinata was a lightweight but you weren't expecting this light, he only had two beers the last time you checked. Before you can say anything Suna is already helping the male up, it's like he could read your mind. "Sorry we're late." Atsumu says as they settle into the seats left open for them.

"You didn't have to rush on our account." You can't help but be surprised by Sakusa's tone, you could sense some hostility in it, but you knew it wasn't directed at his setter. "Hello to you too Sakusa-kun." Mika replies while rolling her eyes. You finally take your seat beside Suna, choosing to immerse yourself in conversation with the cousins, Sakusa and Komori.

It's not long before Bokuto is tugging at your sleeve, motioning for you to get up on the mini stage and sing for the group. "Um, Bo, I don't know about that." Before you can protest you feel a nudge from behind, you turn to see your boyfriend with a smirk plastered on his face. "Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!" Chants of your name erupted from Bokuto, Hinata, Komori, and Suna. You let out a sigh. Who are you to deny the people?

"I need a partner, I'm not going to do this alone." You say into the mic that Bokuto had handed to you. Instantly the white haired male comes bounding towards you. "I already know what song we're doing!" You don't even have time to ask him before he's entering the song info into the display.

Your eyes widen as soon as the title appears on the screen and you hear the cheers coming from Hinata and your boyfriend. "I'll be the featured artist." The male tells you while grabbing a mic for himself. The music starts to play, you grab the closest drink to you, which just happened to be the rest of Hinata's beer before downing it. You were going to need some liquid courage for this song.

"I said, certified freak,

Seven days a week,

Wet-ass pussy,

Make that pull-out game weak, woo. (ah),

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

Yeah, you fucking with some wet-ass pussy,

Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass pussy,

Give me everything you got for this wet-ass pussy."

Oh god. You made a mental note to not bring snacks for Bokuto for the next two weeks. To your embarrassment, not only was your boyfriend hyping you up, so was Hinata and Komori.

"Gobble me, swallow me, drip down the side of me (yeah),

Quick, jump out 'fore you let it get inside of me (yeah),

I tell him where to put it, never tell him where I'm 'bout to be."

Surprisingly Bokuto was really into it, he definitely channeled his inner Meg for this performance. By the end of the song you and Bokuto had put on a performance worthy of the VMAs. You were trying to steady your breathing, not used to putting on a whole show in the span of three minutes and seven seconds, you used that time to get a good look at everyone around you. The room broke out into cheers and applause, you even managed to get Sakusa to clap for the both of you. The only one who didn't seem impressed with your performance was the blonde woman beside Atsumu.

"You call that a performance?" Atsumu let's out a sigh before glancing over at his girlfriend. "Babe, it was good. They were having fun." She starts to pout and you can't help but notice her little tantrum and the way Sakusa rolls his eyes at her. You didn't notice it before but even Hinata and Bokuto rarely interacted with her, they would keep their distance. What does that mean?

After a couple more hours you all decide to call it a night. You can't help but feel bad, it didn't seem like Atsumu was able to enjoy himself. Whenever you called out to him or tried to include him, his girlfriend would inmediately shut it down. You say your goodbyes to all your friends, Suna wanting to drop you home but you insisting he go along with Komori, not wanting him to get scolded by his coach again.

i just picture bokuto getting really into the song. lmao. full on performance and all.

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daemonmatthias · 3 years

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So we had to go to bed right before the first fight (we were trying to hold out for all the character intros but Matt said "roll initiative" like already an hour past our bedtime :/)

But I've been thinking about what we did get to see and Exandria is the only other thing I've actually watched. And to just compare the two...

Exandria is such a polished thing. Like, obviously the antics of the cast/characters during play were unscripted and sometimes very surprising, but the actual intro/starting the session was so... smooth! It was cool! It was fun/funny (comfy matt), but ran like a well-oiled machine.

The intro last night, though... I'm struck by the surprises! The amount of things that were withheld from other members of the group! It's probably because Exandria Unlimited was a lot more new- new players, new dm, kinda experimental. This though (even with the addition of Robbie), is "we've been friends for fucking YEARS and I know exactly how far it's ok to go with shit".

I know these are filmed ahead of time, but I'm convinced that when Sam "ran off" to perform his "Broadway musical", that they rolled the tape for the rest of the group right there and their reactions were genuine- that they hadn't seen it and had no fucking CLUE what Sam had been up to. With all the cameras and other new tech, there's gotta be a monitor behind the cameras that's visible by the cast. I think Sam arranged with the crew to play his musical on that monitor and no one else had any idea this was coming. Maybe Matt new something was going to get played (Sam told him like "I wanna play my ad video for y'all at the same time that it's gonna roll for the audience; that way y'all's reactions when the camera cuts back will make it feel less pre-filmed!), but not what.

Speaking of Sam... Fucking F.C.G.'s name!!! We are convinced that Matt didn't know what that stood for before Taliesin asked the npc if he'd seen Fresh Cut Grass around. There's a half-second delay while Matt processes and makes the connection before his face changes and he says something like "you fucker!" and laughs. Clearly Taliesin and Sam planned this and very purposefully did not tell Matt. :)

And it's much smaller, but the cast staying totally mum on the inclusion of the Exandria characters/Robbie must have been so fun! I bet they were so excited to watch the chat freak out when Matt called "Ashley, Liam, and Robbie" to the table and revealed that their characters were the same ones they played in EXU.

And several times, you could hear Travis laughing off screen. Idk why, but I really enjoyed that. and speaking of Travis, did he know he was gonna be off camera that long?? Did anyone know that so many were going to be asked to leave the table right away?? It seemed like they were caught off guard- no one had really been prepped to stand up, they all were slightly scrambling to grab their notebooks and drinks and such.

#critical role #cr #cr3 #cr c3 #cr c3 spoilers #cr campaign 3 #the adventure begins #what else can I tag this as so no one accidentally gets spoilers?

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neptunetheplanet7 · 3 years

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐱 - 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭

DM ME IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO BE PUT ON THE TAGLIST!!

;mikasa ackerman x fem!lesbian!reader

;modern au, band au

word count: 1.5k

warnings: none!

sorry for the delay on this update. haven’t been feeling well these past two days.

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The repeated buzzing of your phone and the sound of your alarm shoved you out of a comfortable sleep. You had been dreaming about pleasant things before being pulled back into your reality. With your dream forgotten, you grumpily reached out to your sheet-covered phone, fumbling around to untangle the cord from the blankets. Upon its pickup, the bright screen flashed in your face and when your eyes adjusted to the exposure, they widened at what they saw.

Hitch's old contact was displayed in a notification banner from two hours before. "Having fun with your girlfriend?" you mumbled the text aloud. "For your information, I am." You glared at the words onscreen as if Hitch could see you through them. You thought it'd be best not to give her the attention she wanted from you. Irritably, you cleared the notification and tossed your phone on the mattress as you got up and stretched.

You fixed your hair and rubbed the sleep from your eyes before leaving your room with a sour look on your face. However, everything seemed to get a little better when you arrived in the kitchen, seeing your friends laughing together at the island like nothing happened between them.

Mikasa looked so different than the last time you saw her and you couldn't shake it. It wasn't a bad thing. You always thought she was beautiful. Her features had matured and she had a different presence, resulting in a different reaction from you. You could barely look her in the eyes without feeling flustered.

"Good morning, sunshine!" Jean jeered, startling you from your thoughts. Eren snickered as he handed you a cup of coffee.

He lowered his head to whisper in your ear. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." You nearly dropped your mug from his teasing jest.

"I see you still aren't a morning person." Mikasa smiled at you and you felt butterflies begin to rise in your stomach.

You nervously cleared your throat and pulled out the stool next to hers. "I like your hair."

Her eyes shifted to the strands that fell near the front of her face. Color bloomed on her cheeks. "Thank you. It was just in the way when it was long," she said quietly.

Armin approached the kitchen island with his phone in between his shoulder and his ear and his lips pressed into a thin line. He slid a bowl of cereal over to you. You thanked him and he just nodded with a smile before going back to whisper shouting suspiciously into the phone. They went to the other room, leaving you with your bandmates and Mikasa.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Eren pick up his phone and start typing furiously. Jean peeked over his shoulder and grinned. "Reiner? What's he up to?"

The name caught your attention and you looked up from your cereal curiously. "He wants us to go out with everyone again," Eren informed, everyone meaning a bunch of people you went to high school with and somehow ended up friends with all of them.

"Does he know I'm back?" Mikasa asked.

Jean shrugged. "We didn't tell him. Y/n told Sasha and Connie, though."

"Yeah, they're the only ones who know. In our friend group, I mean. We had to tell Hannes since he's the band manager and if you just showed up it'd probably give the poor guy a heart attack. It could be a nice surprise if we don't tell the group and just show up with her, though." Eren schemed.

"That would be so funny! Can you imagine the look on their faces when they see her?" In an attempt to imitate his friends, Jean made eccentric hand gestures and expressions.

"How would we get her in without telling them? If Reiner's planning, he'll need to know who's going to make a reservation," you asked logically, eyebrows furrowing.

Eren's face contorted into a thoughtful expression. He paused for a moment. "I've got it! We just say Y/n is bringing a plus one she wants them to meet," he said casually.

Jean took a large bite of his toast and pointed at Eren. "Sometimes you can be smart," he said with a mouthful of food. Eren looked both disgusted and offended.

You raised an eyebrow. "Why do I have to be the one bringing somebody?"

"It might give them hope of you not staying single forever." Eren gave you a stupid smile while you narrowed your eyes at him.

"I could find someone if I wanted to. You shouldn't be talking. It's not like you've ever been in a relationship," you chided back. He scowled.

"You never know, I might just fuck Floch out of spite." He glared. You laughed in surprise.

"Floch? Really? Even you could do better than that pinwheel." When he heard your insult, Jean snorted into his coffee and accidentally spilled some on his shirt.

"Damn, now I have to wash this shirt again." He groaned and rolled his eyes. Eren let out a boisterous laugh at his misfortune.

"That's what you get for laughing, hoe!"

"Oh, have a little sympathy, Jaeger," he grumbled while Mikasa grabbed a handful of napkins for him.

"Who's Floch?" Mikasa asked with befuddlement.

You whistled. "A real piece of work, that's what he is. He just doesn't stop flirting with me whenever I visit Connie at his job even though I've made it clear I'm not interested."

A sour look etched her features for a split second before she looked down at her empty plate. "Oh."

You frowned and glanced at Jean who was desperately trying to keep his shirt from staining. Eren was still trying to catch his breath as he went back to texting who you assumed was Reiner. Your suspicions were proven correct when he happily announced that everything was set for the dinner taking place that Friday night. Two days away.

He practically skipped into the hallway being followed by an aggravated Jean. You continued eating your breakfast while Mikasa got up started cleaning her dishes. Carefully, you eyed the way she slipped past you and wondered if you should say anything to her. You swiveled around in your seat and asked the question you were sure everyone was wondering.

"Where did you go when you left?"

Mikasa lifted her head and glanced over her shoulder at you. "I told the guys all about it while you were asleep so I'll explain it to you too." You nodded intently as she shifted her body to lean against the sink.

"At first I was just traveling around to see where I fit best. I ended up back in college for a year but none of it felt right, you know? What I love doing is playing in the band with all of you. I wasn't having as good of a time as I would here. I tried convincing myself I wanted to do school but it wasn't working out. I did a lot of thinking and noticed I was only running away from my problems and the people I loved. That's when I decided to come home."

You exhaled softly. Her brief explanation assured you that she wasn't going to leave again. "So you're coming back to the band?"

She looked off and shrugged again. "Hopefully I will. A lot has probably changed with you guys since I left. I haven't performed in a long time. I also haven't been involved with paparazzi for a while, either. It'll be hard getting used to that. Glad to see Hannes still puts up with you all."

You grinned. "Yeah, I don't know how he does it. Especially with Eren's dramatics. That's goood to hear, though. I missed you a lot."

She smiled at you genuinely. "I missed you too. Don't tell the others, but I probably missed you more." She winked and bit her lower lip. You flushed and laughed lightly.

"That's a relief. I was worried it'd be the other way around," you joked. You were glad conversations with her felt much more natural than you had expected. But, then again, this was Mikasa. Everything felt natural with her.

She reached out and fiddled with the ends of your hair, a gesture she used to do often with you. You hadn't seen her do it in a long time and you could feel the heat rushing to your face once again.

"It'll be pretty strange seeing me around so much again, won't it?" Her gray eyes were trained on yours as she continued to mindlessly play with your hair.

"I suppose it will be. I'll just have to get used to it."

posted: 8/30/21

no reposts, edits, or modification to my work by anyone other than me.

#aot fanfiction #band au #mikasa ackerman #mikasa x reader #mikasa x you #modern au #snk fanfiction #attack on titan

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aliveahahafuck · 3 years

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I have an updated for the remaining dumbass rogue, Journey :D

So it's been a few months

I don't think I said it at the time, but my DM agreed to let me use Journey as my backup character for Zani, we just had to figure out his situation, which I've been lovingly referring to as his clusterfuck.

And after several months of bugging him (DM), getting super busy, and thinking about him (Journey), yesterday we finally had the time to sit down and figure out his clusterfuck.

It took us 5 hours but its done

And as of rn, I have a character who's skill set is literally just yes. Bard/Rogue for the win lmao

Anyway onto what happened:

Journey and Delight escaped the town and ran south, once they got a distance away Delight split off, his fate unknown.

Journey spent two days travelling south/south-west to where he knew the nearest town, and his best bet of making money to replace at least some of his supplies and weapons, was

He got to the town and checked the job board in the town and nothing. The only jobs posted were jobs he'd want weapons to do.

So I thought about it and decided fuck it and went into one of the nearby taverns looking to see if there was any instruments inside

I lucked out and there was, so I asked the owner if I could use his worn junky old lute to play a few songs, saying that mine got broken in my travels. He looked apprehensive but agreed to let me use it, and because the dice gods were kind, and my preformance+lute modifier was a +9, I did well enough to get a free room for the evening.

I spent 3 weeks performing in that tavern with the old lute, causing a lot of traffic to the tavern and becoming friends with the owner, preforming daily for a room, food, and tips

It was after one performance that I was approached by this pompous "you should know my name" type person, who gave me an offer to join his performing group. I told him he'd get his answer by tomorrow.

That night I told the owner my intentions, thanking him for giving the dirty, exhausted looking teifling, a stranger with no coin to his name, a chance that first day. The next day there was a package outside my room with a card from the owner saying "Good luck". (I kept the card)

Inside the package was a new lute.

I joined the group as they headed north, the dice gods were kind and I was able to start making money with them the day after I joined because NAT 20 BABY >:D

Worked with them for a few weeks, rolling stupidly good each time, until we got to the week where I was told that it was gonna be a decision between myself and one other person for who gets the bigger part that just opened up, and I rolled a nat 1.

3 week setback as the person who I was competing with for the part decided to sabotage me, injuring my ankle, that I did check if it was the same one that he already had a limp and it wasn't, to the point that I was basically bedridden for that time. I didn't get the part and my competition was sent packing for what he did.

What I did get was an offer for a bigger part that required less dancing but still needed to be able to play music. I had 43 weeks to learn the part and needed to do 40 weeks worth of work.

33 weeks in and I get all the work done with about 9 weeks left over to preform with the troupe. I also got the actor feat and leveled to lvl9.

So now when Journey joins the party, they're going to be meeting this relatively well known and extremely talented preformer

And I am beyond amused at his skill set now because its literally just yes. 12 proficiencies, 5 of which are expertise, and half proficiency, so +2, to the rest

And he's a healer, the party's gonna love it lmao

#dnd #dungeons & dragons #shenanigans #dnd rogue #journey and delight #last time i can cuse that tag #sad days

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anobscurename · 4 years

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ocean eyes – chris evans

previous part: PART XVII — masterlist

concept: you surprise chris for his birthday while he's shooting in italy. the slowest of slow burns. the ever anticipated part eighteen of many.

pairing: chris evans x reader

word count: 4.3k

warnings: fluff. just prepare to melt.

author's note: everyone can thank @tonystankschild for this one. she was deep in the dm's asking for fluff and i intended to deliver the fluffiest of fluffs.

You liked to consider yourself a rational person at the best of times.

That consideration, however, was entirely negated by the fact that you were now on a flight to Italy to surprise Chris for his birthday. There was nothing rational about it.

But you had saved for this trip, and Chris had done so much for you in the past year or so, that you had wanted to do something for him.

And you had decided that no one should be alone on their birthday, no matter how far away they were.

You had caught a flight from Boston after making the forty-four hour roadtrip to drive Dodger there, not having the funds to fly him to the Evans' household. The fees of bringing an animal on board were astronomical, and you were still balking from how high the number was.

Chris was a wealthy man, however, and those types of costs never quite fazed him as much as they did you.

So you had driven him to Lisa's, a thousand thank yous on your lips as she delivered you to the airport to minimize on the extra cost of leaving your car at the airport parking lots.

Scott – who had still been there from the Patriot's game, "tryin' to get as much family lovin' as he could" as he put it – smiled knowingly at you when you had brought Dodger in.

"You go, baby vamp," he'd whispered to you. It was an outdated saying, but you knew it anyways, and laughed him off.

"We're just friends, Scott."

"Yeah, just like these highlights are from the sun."

He had given you a tight hug, wished you luck on your trip, and – like Lisa would later do at the drop off – made you promise to wish Chris a happy birthday from them.

When you touched down in Italy, it was early morning, that hovering between night and dawn.

You had once again called Chris' agent – Mark – to get details on the shoot, ones which he reluctantly handed over.

You thought that perhaps he was trying to save Chris the PR scandal of being seen with another woman while publicly in a relationship with Lily, but you had pointed out that you had been clearly established as friend of the couple with your global third wheel memes. It didn't take much pressing, because Mark knew how much you both cared about each other and how happy you being there for Chris' birthday would make the actor. So he emailed you the shooting location, with a schedule and call sheet. The tagline was very quick: "Don't interrupt shooting :)"

After a quick shower at the affordable three star you'd rented for the weekend, you got ready in spite of the weariness the plane left you with. Hot water did wonders to waken you, and a touch of makeup never hurt.

You stepped out in the warm breeze, the wind toying softly with the skirt of the summer dress you wore. You easily hailed a cab, and, after failing at the pronunciation of where you were headed, let the cabbie read the location off your phone.

The first person you saw when you got out of the car was Chris.

He was stood off to the side by the craft table, a crewmate quickly doing a last minute adjustment to his hair as he went over his lines. Dressed in an Italian pinstripe suit, you remembered what the film was about.

The indie flick told the tale of an arranged marriage between the son of an Irish mob boss and the daughter of a New York mafia don. Most of the film, however, was set in Italy, where the son, Mickey, had to travel to win the favour of the extended mafia family for the blessing on the union. Briefly, the scene with the strawberries popped into your mind.

You were stopped by security, but Mark – who had been waiting for you – vouched for your admittance.

You stood a little ways away from Chris, within eyesight, but not obvious. It was a surprise, after all.

You called him, watching from where you leaned against his trailer wall. Chris, ringtone blaring for his attention, quickly patted down his suit pockets before finding the device. His glance at the caller I.D. was followed by his whole face lighting up, soft smile on his lips.

"Hey there, Sleeping Beauty," he said into the receiver. "Isn't it a little late in L.A.?"

"It is," you replied. "But it's your birthday tomorrow, and I couldn't resist."

"You know, I've been told I'm irresistible before," he chuckled. "Just never thought I'd hear you say it."

"Well, what can I say? Suits do it for me," you smirked, dropping your first hint.

Scott was right. Chris really could be clueless. "You'd love the one they just put me in then," he murmured, distracted by the food on display at the craft table as he perused the options. "A real classy number."

"What are your plans for the rest of the weekend?"

"They gave me the weekend off to celebrate, but you know me... Probably will go wine tasting by myself and look at some art or something. Oh, man, read a book. Yeah, haven't done that in a while."

You watched as he plucked a strawberry from the table, and your stomach fluttered.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Hmm?" He hummed as he bit in to the sweet fruit.

"Aren't you sick of strawberries by now?"

Chris froze, eyes wide in shock. Running his tongue over his teeth smoothly and swallowing the bite, he began swiveling his head, trying to look out for where you may be hiding. "Where are you?" He grinned.

"Guess."

And then he saw you.

And then he had you wrapped in his arms, the force of the running tackle hug sending your back crashing into the trailer, metal creaking.

You laughed breathlessly, hanging up the call as you hugged him back.

"Chris," you strained against the bone crush of his fierceness. "Oxygen–"

He loosened his grip, but didn't take back his arms. "You have no idea how much I missed you."

His whispery breath in your hair as he deeply inhaled the apple scented shampoo clinging to you had electricity coursing through your veins. "My bones have some idea, I think you might've fractured a rib."

The rumble of the chuckle reverberated through his body and into yours, and heat dusted your ears and cheekbones. "Sorry, I just can't believe you're here. I had to make sure you were real." And then, the question you'd expected: "Where's Dodger?"

"Dodger is in Boston with your mom. And I'm here, I'm real," you reassured him, smoothing your hands over the back of the meticulously woven cotton of his suit. "But you also have a real job to get back to."

"Oh, right," he groaned sheepishly. In his joy, he'd almost forgotten where he was. "Just hang around for a bit, we're only filming a little today before we're off."

So you did. You got given a seat, just off camera, and watched Chris do his thing. His performance was breathtaking, the way he embodied such a dangerous man. It was enough to make you flushed, the square of his shoulders, the confidence in his stride – the danger lurking under Italian silk lined cotton. You'd never quite seen him like this.

And it thrilled you to see a man you usually felt so safe around look so menacing.

It was the love proclamation scene that served to be your undoing, however.

The director kept hounding Chris, demanding retake after retake. He wanted that genuine love to flow through, and it simply just wasn't.

"Think of someone you love," the director suggested. "Put them in your mind's eye. You have a girlfriend, yes? Would it help to bring a picture for you to look at off camera? Tell the picture you love her. Someone get me a picture of this man's lover, please! Imagine you've never told her how you feel. And you've been feeling it for a while, and even though it was very... what is the English word? Uncommon? It was uncommon meeting circumstances you met... You love her. Si?"

Chris grit his teeth and nodded, ready to comply. And once the picture was brought out, the call for quiet on set rang out.

But once the director called action, Chris didn't look at Lily. Your heart clenched, your breath catching in your throat.

No, his eyes found you.

"I love you," he said the words you'd never thought you'd hear him say – at least not to you – and the sincerity in his cracked voice was overwhelming. His eyes were watery, relief dropping his shoulders – as if he'd kept this inside for too long and a weight had been lifted. He sighed it again and again, as if it was the only thing that was going to save him, as if it's the only words he'd ever known.

And when the director called cut, singing Chris' praises, he was still looking at you.

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"I still can't believe you're wearing that," Chris chuckled.

You dipped your sunglasses lower on the bridge of your nose to observe him critically. He was leaning against a Vespa, arms folded, the sleeves of his loose white cotton button down rolled up to his elbows, barely containing the bulge of his muscles. Black trousers clad his legs, on his feet a pair of black Italian leather loafers he'd gotten as a gift from his co-star. He wore his own pair of sunglasses, hair swept back, being tousled by the passing breeze.

The statement had been made in reference to the silk scarf you wore, twisted around your neck delicately in a way that was reminiscent of Audrey Hepburn. "If I'm going to have a Roman holiday," you giggled, tripping a little on your way to the Vespa – Chris moved to catch you, but you righted yourself, "you best believe I'm going to fucking look like it."

You had gone to a wine tasting in a vineyard on the outskirts of Rome, somewhere far into the countryside. You had both goofed off the entire time, earning yourselves scolding looks from the sophisticated tourists and the locals, who had wanted a peaceful afternoon at the farm.

You sniffed the wines, obnoxiously listing all the strange terminology the haughty wine connoisseurs would throw around casually, before taking your sips.

It became somewhat of an inside joke between the two of you, finding yourselves lagging behind the group because you couldn't stop laughing. And whenever you were shot a dirty look, it would only make you laugh more.

"You're meant to taste it," he'd whispered to you.

"I am tasting it," you shot back.

"No, you're chugging it like a sixteen year old whose parent made the unwise choice of leaving unsupervised."

The tour guide had been eyeing the two of you up, waiting for your silence. The rest of the tour group turned their critical gaze too, and you gave Chris' foot a soft stomp to get his attention.

Both of you shut up, giggling under your breaths as Chris had practically bowed in his gesture for the guide to continue.

But now it was time to go back to the inner city, and Chris had waited patiently for you by the Vespa while you'd gone to freshen up a bit. The cobblestones were hell for your tipsiness, but you were wine and laugh drunk, and hadn't a care in the world.

"You know how they say there's always that one pair of annoying people on wine tastings that ruin the experience for everyone?"

"They do?" Chris' brow creased in question as he grinningly handed you your helmet.

"Of course they do. Well, I couldn't find them, so it must be us."

Chris clicked his own helmet in place as he caught sight of the hostess by the front door giving you both a dirty look. "What finally gave it away?"

He slid easily onto the Vespa seat, heeling up the kickstand and righting the orientation.

"Hop on, princess," he beckoned you with a nod. You regretted wearing a dress for this part, but you were serious about the Roman Holiday aesthetic.

Serious enough to risk flashing someone as you mounted the scooter behind Chris. But luckily you didn't.

"Hold on tight," Chris called over his shoulder. You complied, encircling your arms around his waist, pressing your bodies together.

You could feel his heart rate pick up, but before you could think too much about it, he took off – cobblestone streets and ivy climbed buildings flying past you in your bliss.

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Two of the three worst things that could've happened to you while riding a scooter in the countryside did.

The scooter had broken down and it had started to rain. Not only rain, but fucking pour. You were drenched through to your skin, pulled over on the side of the road, Chris trying to kickstart the machine into working again.

After his fifth attempt, he came over to you, squinting in the rain.

"It's not working," he shouted over the droning rainfall. "Let's just find some shelter and come up with a game plan!"

There were nothing but open spans of green fields and wheat as far as your eyes could see. But a little while back, just over the hill, there had been lights in the haze of rain, a little nondescript sign on the side of the road that you'd whipped past suggesting the shelter that you so desperately craved.

"I think there was a house back there," you yelled back. "Maybe they could help out."

He nodded imperceptibly in the shower of droplets, hand on the small of your back, fitting so seamlessly in the curve of your spine, and began guiding you.

You both dashed across the road, and then you were tearing through the long grass in a shortcut to the twinkling beacons of the lights in the windows, looking like eyes peering at you in the darkness.

Somewhere along the way, you'd found out that Chris was a little ticklish at his waist, and after you'd discovered it – he'd flinched away from you and begged you to stop, but you'd continued just to antagonise him – you wouldn't let it go. It took you much longer to get there than would be normal, but soon, you were both stood, shivering and drenched on the porch step.

There was a sign on the door telling you it was a little inn – an underused bed and breakfast, most likely for road weary travelers on their way to Rome.

You didn't bother knocking as you entered the lobby, spilling inside with laughter still on both your lips. Muddied shoes squelched, and your sodden clothes dripped onto the floor.

You immediately moved to the fire while Chris went to go confer with the front desk.

His two months in Rome had taught him a fair amount of Italian, but it was still quite broken, and he found himself floundering with a lot of the words.

The landlady – a portly old woman with an extraordinarily kind smile and crows footed crinkles by her eyes – understood the predicament.

She explained to him in English – loud enough in the silence so you could hear over the crackle of the fire – that the road services would probably only be available to come out so far tomorrow morning, and that it'd be best to stay the night.

She didn't seem like someone who would scam you into staying at her little roadside hostel – even going so far as to give Chris some white fluffy towels for the both of you.

He paid for the last room available with soggy money, and returned to you, fresh towels in his arms.

He draped one over your shoulders first, and when you reached out to cling it to your frame, your fingers brushed.

That same electricity jolted through you both, travelling with lightning quick velocity down both your spines to spark alive the restless butterflies you had well and truly thought you had put to rest. You were the first to withdraw, allowing Chris to put a towel over himself.

He ran it through his hair, the pieces that had been plastered to his skin with water raising into spikes.

You laughed, reaching out a tentative hand – giving him ample time to withdraw should he need to – to smooth it back and away from his face.

But your laughter died down, as it inevitably did whenever he looked down at you like that. Because how the hell were you meant to function when his eyes were on your lips the way they were now?

And you damn near choked when he started leaning down, lips pressing closer to yours...

But before they touched, he broke into a gut-wrenching smirk, moving past your tingling and awaiting mouth to whisper in your ear. "I dibs the shower."

And then he was sprinting up the stairs.

You were so in shock that for a minute you couldn't even register what had happened, and when you did, you cursed at him, following him up, swearing you'll skin him alive.

And all the while, the landlady was watching the two of you, a knowing glimmer in those kind eyes. She muttered something in Italian, one she repeated many a time during your stay, a saying you would come to know as "young love."

And she didn't even care that you had tracked mud into her hotel and soaked the carpets through from your wet clothes.

She just cared that there were still kids in love in this world.

———————

Once you had both taken a shower and were wrapped up in your complimentary hotel bathrobes, you realised that neither of you were tired.

Your clothes were laid out, sprawled over the backs of chairs, drying by a fire Chris had taken the liberty of building.

So you both decided to go downstairs, and see what activities you could engage in with the other guests. It would do well to help you forget the prospect of having to share a bed with Chris.

According to the landlady, this was the last room available. And of course, Chris had offered to sleep on the floor, as gentlemanly as ever.

But you couldn't do that to him on his birthday, so you'd told him it would be fine, as long as a pillow fort was built to prevent any unnecessary contact.

The common area was woefully empty, save for a couple of sleepy looking musicians, poised atop their makeshift stage, on the brink of passing out on their instruments.

When you and Chris entered, however, they livened up, striking up some traditional Italian melody you may have heard before in passing.

It wasn't that late, so the bar was still open, and Chris managed to purchase a bottle of wine.

Most of the seats had been stacked on the tables, and he helped you pull some down before seating yourselves.

He poured you both wine, and you sat there in your robes, listening to the music.

The landlady came by, at some point, to light the tea light candle on your table.

When you thanked her, she said the same thing she had said earlier – in Italian, so you struggled to understand.

Chris, however, who had been taking a hearty sip of wine, nearly choked. "Mille grazie," he winked.

She scoffed, patting his cheek affectionately, much like a grandmother would her grandson. You didn't catch much of what she said, aside from one word. Cacciatore, in reference to a flirtatious man.

"What did she say to you?"

"She said amore giovane. It means young love."

You turned to try and find her – wanting to correct the innocent mistake of having her assume that you and Chris were in love. Fact of the matter was, there was still with Lily, and you couldn't stand to think of the PR nightmare it would be if it were to get out that he was at an admittedly romantic bed and breakfast with you of all people. "Oh, no, we aren't..." You faded out awkwardly. "He has a girlfriend!"

"Actually," Chris said softly, as if he had been wanting to tell you this for a while. "I don't. Not anymore. Not since the last day at the Hamptons."

Relief flooded you, followed by something undetermined – hope, you would later discover – before you were floored with absolute sympathy. "Oh, Chris. Chris, I'm so sorry."

You reached over to link your fingers in a reassuring hand hold, and his focus was pulled to that singular touch, that point of joining.

"If there's anything I can do to help..."

"No, it just..." He swallowed, finally pulling those ocean eyes to you. "It just wasn't meant to be, I guess. She wasn't the one."

His eyes told a story much deeper, hinting to something that you didn't have the strength to uncover. You'd been hurt too many times by these false feelings, you really weren't sure how ready you were to face them once more.

"What happened?"

"She thinks I'm in love with someone else." When you didn't say anything again – too stunned to do so – Chris cleared his throat. "I, uh," he tried for a smile, "I believe you owe me a dance."

It took you a while to recall him asking you to save him the last dance at the charity gala, and when it registered, you grinned, questions of who dissipating. "Let's go dance."

The band saw you and Chris approach the dancefloor, and immediately switched to a slow waltz. Chris took you in his arms, and as you both swayed to the music, you could almost imagine you were back in Vegas, before Lily, before everything, when the biggest problem in your life was that you had kissed your best friend on your birthday.

His body was so warm pressed to yours, that you felt every tense muscle in your body relax. That hand – forever fitted so perfectly to the groove of the small of your back – traced delicate patterns through the flannel of the gown.

Your cheek was on his chest, and your eyes were closed, and you couldn't see the way he was looking at you.

Because in his eyes – those beautiful ocean eyes – was a love. The love that you were incapable of seeing, but one that everyone else had – including Lily.

There was worship in every sapphire fleck, and there was pure adoration in the inky depths of his pupils.

And as he held you, body nestled so perfectly against his, knew that the angels would damn themselves for you. Because he sure as hell would.

———————

When Chris had gone to get more drinks – the bottle you had shared being finished – you had gone to speak to the musicians.

And surprisingly, they had what you had requested.

Chris was uncorking the bottle when you had hopped up on stage.

There was no microphone this time, and the musicians were glad to receive a break, joining the landlady at the back for a drink – leaving you and Chris alone in the room. Their departure caught his attention, and he glanced at you, before doing a double take.

You were sat at the edge of the stage – feet dangling off to graze the floor every now and then – and in your hands was a ukelele.

The memory of the last time you played for him was chased away by the excitement of this next song.

You were tuning it when you finally noticed Chris watching you. He had that look in his eye – one you were so used to seeing, but one you never quite let yourself understand – and he slowly sank into his seat to watch you. He propped his head on a fist, candlelight flickering in his eyes.

And without much of an introduction, you plucked at the strings delicately, beginning a ukelele rendition of "La Vie En Rose."

His smile broadened into a beam when you started singing. Never had he felt absolute peace like this – at least without having you in his arms.

Hold me close and hold me fast

This magic spell you cast

This is la vie en rose

You looked up at him, your expression earnest. You always found yourself being much more capable of conveying emotion in your actions, rather than with your words. Words made things messy. Music... that was beauty incarnate.

When you kiss me, heaven sighs

And though I close my eyes

I see la vie en rose

Chris breathed in deeply, his heart stuttering, but heavy in his chest. The hold – that spell – you so flawlessly cast on him was rising again, and he knew, with all certainty, that he would not wish to break the enchantment for anything in the world. He was Icarus, and you were the sun – the magnetic pull he felt was that strong.

When you press me to your heart

I am in a world apart

A world where roses bloom

Your eyes found his and you grinned, beguiling him. As you played the interlude, you mouthed to him "happy birthday;" and it was. It was perhaps one of the happiest birthdays he'd had in a while, because it was the one he'd spent with you.

And when you speak, angels sing from above

Everyday words seem to turn into love songs

His heart was swelling, throat thick with emotion. His eyes burned, but he was almost certain the tears gathering was from a lack of blinking. He didn't want to pull his gaze away from you, not for a single second. He had told you he had loved you earlier that day – and this felt like more of a response than he'd ever receive. He knew how difficult it was for you to say those words. And he was okay with that. He'd take what you gave, and you were giving him this – a song as lovely as the woman who was currently singing it. And he thought he was going to simply die when you looked up at him with those eyes, and that smile, and that voice reaching out to him, singing that final verse.

Give your heart and soul to me

And life will always be

La vie en rose

Little did you know, you already owned those things.

You'd owned them since the night you met.

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