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daydreamgoddess14 · 2 months ago

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The Ties that Bind - Chapter 2

How d'ya like your fluff in the morning?

Thank you for reading so far, hope you're liking soft River!

CH 1

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Chapter 2

“I want to apologise, dear.” David said uncertainly the next morning as Seren walked with him into the village. “I’ve been abominable the last few weeks and you didn’t deserve it at all.” She let him speak without interruption. “I’ve never been the easiest person to deal with. At work, or since. River bears the brunt of it most of the time. They used to call me the Old Bastard, you know.” She smiled as they ambled slowly along the edges of the open fields.

“I would never expect you to change your entire personality, Mr Cartwright. I’ve looked after prickly characters before, and I will again. I appreciate the challenge, and a bit of verbal sparring keeps your mind active and engaged.” Seren shrugged. “The only reason I put up with you the last few weeks is because you both seemed… well,” she paused, not wanting to undo the progress they’d made in the last 24 hours, “desperate, really.” Fortunately he laughed. A deep chuckle she was immediately grateful she was hearing for the first time, and she was the cause. She pressed on, “every single evening I doubted whether to keep coming over, whether to keep trying to win you over, and every single evening, the same thing would happen.”

“What’s that then?” He offered a hand to help her over the stile they’d reached, and on the opposite side, she did the same thing, taking careful note of his physical capabilities. Was he too frail to have come this way? Should she have taken the road route instead? He took the step down from the wooden step with ease and she relaxed. She looked around the semi rural surroundings, spotting a dog walker back in the field behind them.

“River would call me.”

“Is that so?”

“Yep. How was I? How were you? How was our day? Did I need anything? He cares so much for you.”

“He’s a good boy.” David said softly, “a good man. He tries. And that won you over for another day, did it?”

“Like I said, he sounded desperate. And I was not always the nicest to him when he called.” Seren laughed, David harrumphed.

“He said you called him yesterday from the bathroom.”

“I did. I wasn't sure what else to do. I was so scared you'd hurt yourself. Once everything had calmed down and he arrived, I realised I didn’t want him to confront you as soon as he got there. I didn't want to upset you further.”

“I appreciate that. We spoke later, after you’d gone. He told me I was very close to losing your much valued help.”

“I'm glad you do see the value of it. This kind of help, it's the best way that River can help you stay in your own home for as long as possible. You're not the kind of man to take up life in the local nursing home.”

“I'd rather you take me out back and shoot me.” He grimaced.

“Exactly. So,” she began, cautiously, “Do we have an agreement? That you need my help?” They walked in silence for a short time, reaching the outskirts of the village.

“Hmm. After yesterday’s performance I can hardly deny that the help isn’t a good idea, can I?”

“I mean, you could try… but I don’t think it would work.” She offered.

“Indeed. So it seems I have no choice but to agree.”

“We all have a choice. I’m not here to babysit you Mr Cartwright, I’d like to enjoy our time together and I hope you will too.”

“You’d better start calling me David then, hadn’t you, dear? You did yesterday.”

“Hmm. Seemed like the best way to try and… reach you? Felt like ‘Mr Cartwright’ would have ended up with someone getting hurt. And you’d better start calling me Seren, instead of girl.” She pushed open the door to the bakery and held it for him while he followed with a smile.

River was confused to say the least. The situation had gone from the ridiculous to the sublime. Or was it the other way around? He quickly realised how tense and unsettled Seren had been with the situation for the past six weeks because in the weeks since, she’d transformed entirely. His calls to check in each evening were no longer filled with drawn out silences and sighs, but with bubbling accounts of her day with his grandfather and even laughter. The Slow Horses had had a very busy few weeks which had meant that he’d been able to visit a lot less frequently and later in the day, so he’d hardly seen Seren in person. With her improved relationship with David, he also didn’t feel like she was depending on him visiting for her own sanity, or that he had to keep tabs on them both. He realised as he drove through the village that it had been too long since he’d seen her, and that he’d missed her. He couldn’t ignore the anticipation when he saw her car still parked next to David’s, happy that she hadn't left for the day. The house was filled with music. It was classical, which he expected, but it was louder than usual and seemed to travel through every room. He followed the sounds of laughter to the sitting room where Seren was being led, in fits of giggles, through what he could only assume was a terrible interpretation of a waltz. She had one hand in David's and the other on his shoulder, while he had a hand on her waist.

“And, one, two, three, one, two, three… right leg back, that's the way.” River leaned in the doorway watching. There was pure concentration on Seren's face as she kept her head down, watching their feet. “Head up, dear, don't look at your feet.”

“It's the only way I know I won't stand on yours.” She sighed. “I am awful at this. They make it look much easier on Strictly.” She faded to a grumble.

“One, two, three, head up.” David lifted her chin and out the corner of her eye, she caught sight of River in the doorway. He winked.

“Oh, shit,” she stumbled. David righted her and they continued to glide in a circle around the sitting room. “One, two, three, one, two, three, I'm doing it!” She beamed, eyes wide with happiness.

“And the grand finale,” David said, twirling her under his arm and letting her go with a slight bow, she responded in kind. River brought his fingers to his mouth and whistled before giving them a round of applause.

“Very good, very good! Ahh, I haven't danced a waltz in years.” David smiled. ‘River, don't loiter in doorways, make yourself useful and make some drinks.”

“I'm not sure I'd call that a waltz, old man.” He teased.

“If it was bad, it's my fault entirely.” Seren flushed.

“Bollocks, you were wonderful.” David chimed in from his armchair. River remained in the doorway, his height and broad shoulders filling the space, blocking her exit. “I should go,” she hesitated in front of him, something in her eyes he couldn't quite interpret. He created a gap for her, but not big enough to stop her body from brushing against his as she made her way past. He followed her to the kitchen.

“Nice dancing. Good day?” He asked, retrieving a bottle of red wine from the rack.

“Yeah, he's had a couple of really good days. There was a few minutes yesterday after he'd had a sleep that he didn't know me. He got pretty angry, but it passed quickly. He's enjoyed being able to read a bit, do some crosswords.” River smiled.

“That's great. I uhh, I actually meant you though?”

“Me?” Seren looked at him, a deer in the headlights. He stepped closer, holding out a glass of wine. She shook her head, “no thank you, I should go.” She said again. He noted her eyes flick to his mouth and back up to meet his gaze. She was nervous. That was the look he hadn't been able to interpret straight away. Now though, he could see it as clear as day. It seemed he wasn't the only one with butterflies. He took a small step closer again, closing the space between them.

“Sure I can't tempt you?” He asked, boldly. His heart pounded, being carried by bravado and bluster alone. Her eyes moved to his mouth again, this time for a little longer. She looked like she was bracing herself.

“No. I need to go.” She replied, confidently but quietly. He took a step back.

“Ok. Maybe next time.” He murmured. “Thank you.” He added sincerely.

“What for?”

“I don't think I've heard him laugh like that for years.”

“It was fun. And to answer your question, I've had a good day too. Definitely picked up towards the end.” She smiled shyly then called out a goodbye to David and left.

Seren wondered if the giddiness she felt was permanent. It felt like it. It felt like it had lasted months. She knew he'd noticed the way she'd looked at him. His ego had grown tenfold as soon as he'd clocked that glance at his mouth. She'd spent the couple of weeks since willing herself to forget him, to pretend she wasn't affected by his presence. It was easily done when he wasn't around, but when he was there he consumed her thoughts. She tried a new tact. If he was there, she'd leave. Either for the day if she wasn't going to be needed later, or to refill the cupboards or tackle various bits of cleaning if she was going to be needed. She encouraged as much as possible that they had time alone together.

“Have you started the crossword yet, Seren?” David asked.

“I have. You're going to love 3 across.” He settled at the kitchen table and pulled the paper towards him and chuckled reading the clue.

“River's on his way.” He told her, scribbling down some answers to the crossword. Seren hummed in response and focused on the flowers she was cutting down for a vase. They soon heard the scratch of River's car on the gravel outside. “Do you think 2 down is cuddle?” David asked, going to add it to the grid. Seren peered down over his shoulder as the back door opened.

“Nope, it's caress,” she took the pen, “see, this one is stamp. It's the first S in caress.”

“So it is.” He muttered, stealing the pen back and filling it in. “Good morning grandson.”

“Morning old man, Seren.”

“Perfect timing. You're on crossword duty, he cheats. I need to go and pick up some shopping.”

“I do not cheat young lady.”

Seren scoffed. “Yeah you do.” She and River scolded him in unison.

“Anyway, I'll be back in a bit.” Seren smiled. She was almost at the safety of her car when River ducked out of the house.

“You're avoiding me.” He stated, opening the car door for her and holding onto it.

“Course I'm not.”

“You are,” he smirked, “you can admit it.”

“I don't need to admit anything. You call me nearly every night, how can I be avoiding you?”

“In person, when I'm here.” He stepped closer but kept the door between them. She laughed.

“I have no idea what you're talking about.”

“Every time I show up here, you make yourself scarce. Hiding away upstairs, or going out to the village?” She bit her lip and looked away from him, over his shoulder to the house.

“I'm doing my job.” She muttered lamely. He didn't respond and the silence stretched on. She itched to fill it. “It's important not to confuse David.” One eyebrow arched up but he still didn't respond as she dug deeper. “Not that I intend to confuse him at all. Look, I need to get some food in, otherwise your poor grandfather is going to be stuck with cheese on toast.” Still he didn't reply. “Ugh, fine” She threw up her hands, disgusted with how quickly she'd caved in. “Yes I'm avoiding you. Every chance I get.”

“Was that so hard?” He asked at last, a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth which she was trying desperately not to stare at. “We'll talk when you get back. You can tell me about how you're confusing the old bastard and why you're avoiding me.” He teased, gesturing for her to get in the car.

“No chance.” She scowled at him and jumped into the driver's seat, loud 00s pop music filled the air as the car started.

“What is that shit you're listening to?” He laughed, closing the door for her.

“Goodbye, River.” She called through the open window. He watched her drive away, the odd feeling that someone was watching crept over him. He shook it off, the old bastard was rubbing off on him. He went back to the house to check in with David.

He heard her back in the kitchen before he saw her. Leaving David napping on his armchair, River put down the book he'd been reading and found her unpacking the shopping bags and singing quietly and dancing along to whatever had been on the radio in the car. Her hips swayed in time with her singing, she was totally unguarded.

“Coffee?” He asked, making his presence known. She immediately stopped dancing. He found himself wishing he hadn't spoken up so soon.

“That's fab, thank you. David OK?”

“Having a sleep.”

“Good, he said he didn't sleep very well last night. Why on earth does he think someone's watching him?” She asked curiously.

“Probably just paranoid.” River brushed off. “You've not seen anything weird?”

“Weird?” She laughed. “The village isn't exactly Midsomer. No, nothing weird except the perv in the butchers.”

“The butcher has a perv?” He asked with a grin.

She finished filling the fridge and turned back to the bag next to River. They stood elbow to elbow while he made coffee.

“Honestly, every time I go in there he's… staring. Gives me the heebies.” She shivered. “It's a bit League of Gentlemen sometimes. I think the countryside always feels a bit like there's someone right behind you. It's so quiet, it's just unsettling, but then some bloody big dog appears out of nowhere and you realise you're just being an idiot.” He nodded in agreement.

“Let me know if you have any more problems with the perv though, yeah? How's it going now the old bugger isn't being a knob?”

“Oh, he has his moments. But we're definitely getting along a lot better than we were.”

“You're good with him.”

“When he's with it… god, River he's sharp as a pin. His knowledge is incredible,” she sounded almost proud. “It makes it sadder when he's… not quite here.”

“Yeah, yeah I know. He was always the smartest in the room. He used to terrify people at work. It's so weird to see him like this now.” She covered his hand with her own and gave a little squeeze.

“He said they used to call him the Old Bastard,” She smiled. “He's still in there.” She reassured him. He nodded gratefully.

“Yeah, I know. I know I need to do this for him. Look after him like he did me. Anyway, tell me more about avoiding me?” He said, clearing his throat. Seren whined, leaving his mind to wander to places where he could get her to make the same sound again.

“Can we not?” She turned to lean against the sink, her hands covering her face. He laughed.

“You brought it up, not me.”

“You brought it up, I just admitted it. Under coercion, I would like to add.”

“I don't think it's coercion when you're willing.”

“And what gives you the impression that I'm willing?” She demanded. He shifted to put a hand either side of her on the counter.

“Just… intuition.” Seren arched an eyebrow.

“Intuition?” She scoffed. “Doubt it.” He watched her face carefully, clocking each expression as she studiously looked anywhere except at him. He could tell that she was keeping her body as still as possible, but he could also see her mind racing. Finally she met his gaze. Her eyes fluttered shut as his nose grazed her cheek almost experimentally, her breath shaking almost as much as her hands. She felt a tiny kiss behind her ear, her body betraying her with a whimper she was certain he'd heard. His other hand came to rest on her hip, and it set her whole body alight. He held her hip with the most imperceptible grip, giving her exactly enough space to move away but silently begging her not to. She let his hand turn her slightly on the spot so she could face him better. She kept her eyes closed, felt his kiss on her jaw and her cheek before he paused. He rested his forehead against hers, one hand coming to the nape of her neck while the other stayed on her hip. She could hear only their shared breath and she could tell he was giving her enough time and space to say no. She finally opened her eyes. He pressed a chaste kiss to her lips before pulling back the tiniest amount. He saw a longing and an intensity he'd never seen before and he took his chance, capturing her mouth with his own again. The hard edge of the counter burned against her back while she could feel River's cock hardening against her hip bone. The analogy of being caught between a rock and a hard place was not lost on her. She slipped a hand just under the edge of his t-shirt. The warm skin of his stomach under her hand pulled her back to reality.

“This should not be happening.” She muttered through the kiss, tearing herself away.

“Why not?”

“What about David? I don't want him to be confused. I don't want him to think I have an ulterior motive for being here.”

River frowned. “Why would he think that?”

“I don't know,” she sighed. Her hands shook with the effort of staying under her control. She felt the warmth of his body as he stood before her, it radiated from him. She leaned in, just a little, her body moving of its own volition. “I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I can't do this.” He squeezed her hip lightly and nodded, pulling back further. In the hallway, came the sounds of David's footsteps making his way from the sitting room to the kitchen and River sprang back away from her without taking his eyes off her.

“Ahh, do I smell coffee?”

“You do, old man, fancy one?” River quickly busied himself with another cup. Seren turned on her heel and plunged her hands into the cold washing up water. He watched her from the corner of his eye, the blush in her cheeks and the slight breathlessness. They were grateful that David hadn't seemed to notice the tension in the room.

“Lovely, shall we sit outside?” David suggested, the sunny afternoon catching his eye.

“I'll bring it out.”

“Excellent, I can tell you what I want to do out there next time you're here.” He said with a chuckle, River rolled his eyes. As soon as David was out of earshot, Seren turned to River.

“I really am sorry.” She said sadly. He held up his hands.

“Nothing to be sorry for. Just a misunderstanding.” He took up the tray, and went out into the garden.

Chapter 3

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whatachillkillyeri · 7 months ago

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Love Amidst Persecution

Son chaeyoung x farmer female reader

Synopsis- loving someone even though its forbidden

Warning- takes place in the 17 century, mention of hanging, fuck chae father in this story, mention of homophobia

A/n- happy chae day

In the small, idyllic town of Springfield, nestled amidst the lush, rolling hills of the countryside, the air was thick with anticipation. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden light over the fields, where the crops swayed gently in the breeze. A sense of peace and contentment filled the air, as if everything was as it should be.

The people of Springfield went about their daily routines, oblivious to the events that was about to unfold in the future . Young lovers strolled hand-in-hand through the cobblestone streets, children laughed and played in the town square, and merchants busily set up their stalls, displaying their wares for all to see.

Seo y/n was a 17th century farmer girl, her hands calloused from the soil and her cheeks permanently flushed from the sun. Her home was nestled in the heart of the town, surrounded by lush fields and chattering streams. Life was simple, yet fulfilling, as she tended to her crops and cared for her livestock.

As she walked through the rows of corn, wheat, and potatoes, she hummed a cheerful tune, her basket swinging gently at her side. Suddenly, she heard a rustling nearby and stopped in her tracks. There, in the distance, she saw a figure approaching. As they drew closer, Y/N realized it was Son Chaeyoung, the daughter of the head of the town. She looked flustered and out of breath.

"Y/N, I-I'm so sorry to bother you," she panted. "My father sent me to fetch you. He needs your help with something important at the town hall." Y/N raised an eyebrow, skeptical. Chaeyoung seemed genuinely nervous, and she rarely ever saw her in the countryside. "It's nothing bad, I promise. He just wants your expertise on...on some crops that aren't doing well." Y/N hesitated, but eventually nodded. She knew Chaeyoung's father valued her knowledge and skills as a farmer. Perhaps this was a chance to strengthen their tenuous relationship.

She followed Chaeyoung back into town, her heart racing with a mixture of anticipation and fear. The town hall was bustling with activity, townsfolk rushing about, delivering messages and supplies. Chaeyoung led her to her father's garden . He looked up as they entered and smiled warmly. "Ah, Y/N. I'm glad you could join us. I'm sure you can help us figure out what's wrong with these crops."

Y/N nodded, trying to hide her unease. As she examined the wilting crops , she noticed something strange about them. "It looks like they're infested with aphids," she said, pointing to the tiny insects that were sucking the life out of the crops . Chaeyoung's father looked surprised. "Aphids? I've never seen them this far south before. Thank you, Y/N. You've been most helpful."

He gestured for her to sit down beside him, and they spent the next hour discussing farming techniques and strategies for dealing with the infestation. Y/N was surprised to find that Chaeyoung's father was actually quite knowledgeable about the subject, and they shared many stories and experiences.

When it was time for Y/N to return home, Chaeyoung walked her back to the edge of town. They stopped at a picturesque spot overlooking the valley, and Y/N offered Chaeyoung some freshly picked apples from her orchard. As they sat there, talking, enjoying the view and the crisp autumn air, Y/N felt a strange connection with Chaeyoung. It was as if they had known each other for much longer than just a few hours.

"You know," Chaeyoung said softly, breaking the silence, "my parents... they don't understand. They think that same sex relationship is wrong. That we should be with someone of the opposite sex. " Y/N looked at her, surprised. She knew what it was like to be different, to be misunderstood.

"Well, they're wrong," she said, offering Chaeyoung a reassuring smile. "You're special, and you should be with someone who sees that." Chaeyoung blushed and looked away, playing with a stray strand of hair. "I just wish... I wish they could understand." Y/N squeezed Chaeyoung's hand gently. "Time will change things, I'm sure of it."

They sat in silence for a while longer, enjoying the peacefulness of the moment. Finally, Chaeyoung stood up, brushing the dirt from her skirt. "I should get back. Thank you again for your help today, Y/N. It means a lot." She leaned in and kissed Y/N's cheek before walking away.

Y/N watched her go with a smile, feeling a warmth in her chest that she hadn't experienced in a long time. As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting the world in a golden glow, she couldn't help but feel hopeful. Maybe things would change between Chaeyoung and her parents. Maybe they would come to understand that love had no boundaries, no rules.

She gathered up the remains of the picnic and started back towards her home, lost in thought. The image of Chaeyoung's face, the way she smiled and blushed, filled her mind. The way chaeyoung looks so effortlessly gorgeous.

As she neared her orchard, the setting sun cast a warm glow over the apple trees, turning their leaves into a symphony of reds and golds. She stopped for a moment, taking in the beauty of the scene, and realized that perhaps this was what love was all about. It wasn't just about being with someone you cared for, but about finding beauty and joy in the world around you.

The next few months passed by in a blur of activity. Y/N spent every spare moment helping Chaeyoung's father tend to their crops. After that she would meet up with chaeyoung. where they would shared stories, laughter, and even a few tears. Each time they parted ways, they promised to see each other soon, their words filled with hope and longing.

Despite the challenges they faced, they found solace in each other's company. They talked about their dreams for the future, about the places they wanted to visit and the things they wanted to achieve. Y/N found herself inspired by Chaeyoung's determination and resilience, while Chaeyoung admired Y/N's strength and independence. They were, in many ways, complements of each other.

One afternoon, as they sat beneath the shade of an ancient apple tree, talking about accident that their friend dahyun made, Chaeyoung leaned in and kissed Y/N. It was a soft, tender kiss that left them both breathless. For a moment, they forgot about everything else and were lost in the moment. When they finally pulled apart, they looked into each other's eyes, their faces flushed with emotion.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," Chaeyoung murmured, running her fingers through Y/N's hair.

Y/N smiled and leaned in, kissing Chaeyoung tenderly. The sunlight filtered through the leaves above them, dappling their skin with shadows and light. The warmth from Chaeyoung's body felt so right against hers, and Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over her. They kissed for what seemed like hours, lost in the moment, the world around them fading away.

Eventually, they pulled apart, breathless and flushed. Y/N reached up to brush a strand of hair from Chaeyoung's face, her fingers trembling slightly. "I feel the same way," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the rustling of the leaves. "I've wanted this for so long."

They lay there for a moment, their hearts racing, the world around them seeming to slow down. Chaeyoung traced the line of Y/N's jaw with her finger, marveling at the softness of her skin. "I never thought I'd find someone like you," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "Someone who understands me, and who I can be myself around."

Y/N smiled, her heart swelling with love for Chaeyoung. "And I never thought I'd find someone who could make me feel this way," she replied, reaching up to run her fingers through Chaeyoung's hair. "Who could make me forget about everything else and just be happy."

They lay there for a while longer, lost in each other's company, enjoying the simple pleasures of their love. The sun began to sink lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the orchard. Eventually, they sat up, brushing the grass from their clothes. Y/N glanced around, noticing how the trees seemed to sway gently, as if they were moving to some unheard melody.

"Come with me," Y/N said, taking Chaeyoung's hand. "I want to show you something."

She led Chaeyoung through the rows of apple trees, the evening air cool against their skin. As they walked, the branches overhead swayed gently, creating a natural canopy that cast dappled shadows across their path. They emerged from the orchard and found themselves at the edge of a small meadow, dotted with wildflowers and tall grasses. A small stream trickled nearby, its waters sparkling in the fading light. grasses swaying in the gentle breeze. The sky above was a deep, vibrant blue, speckled with puffy white clouds.

"This is my favorite spot," Y/N said, her voice soft with affection. "I used to come here when I needed some peace and quiet. It's where I felt closest to nature, and to myself."

Chaeyoung smiled, her eyes taking in the beauty around them. "It's beautiful here," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the sound of the stream. "It's like a secret oasis, hidden away from the world."

Y/N nodded, feeling a sense of peace wash over her as she looked out over the meadow. "I used to come here when I needed to clear my head, or when I just wanted to feel close to something bigger than myself." She glanced at Chaeyoung, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I never imagined I'd find someone who could make me feel this way, though."

Chaeyoung smiled, stepping closer to Y/N. "Neither did I," she replied softly, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from Y/N's face. "But I'm so glad we found each other." She paused, her gaze meeting Y/N's. "Because now I feel like anything is possible."

They stood there in silence for a moment, the sounds of the meadow and the stream providing a gentle background hum. Y/N leaned in, their breath mingling as she pressed her lips to Chaeyoung's. The kiss was tender and sweet, a perfect expression of the love they shared. As they pulled apart, Y/N's heart swelled with happiness, and she knew that no matter what challenges they might face in the future, they would face them together.

They stood there in the middle of the meadow, basking in the glow of their love, as the sun dipped below the horizon. The air grew cooler, and a gentle breeze rustled through the trees, carrying with it the scent of autumn. Y/N wrapped her arms around Chaeyoung, feeling grateful for the warmth and comfort she provided.

"Do you remember the first time we met?" Y/N asked, looking up at Chaeyoung with a smile.

Chaeyoung laughed softly, her cheeks flushing. "Of course I do. You were so quiet and shy, but you had this way about you that just drew me in. I couldn't help but want to get to know you better."

They stood there for a moment, lost in their memories, before Chaeyoung turned her attention back to the present. She looked around the meadow, feeling grateful for the peace and serenity that surrounded them. "I never thought I'd find a place like this," she said, her voice barely audible. "A place where I could be truly happy."

Y/N squeezed Chaeyoung's hand, her grip firm yet gentle. "You are my happiness," she replied, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Chaeyoung's cheek. "And I'm yours. No matter what the future holds, we'll face it together."

Their time in the meadow seemed to stretch on forever, the hours passing unnoticed as they reveled in the comfort and love they shared. As the last rays of sunlight disappeared beyond the horizon, the stars began to twinkle in the darkening sky. A chill crept into the air, prompting them to move closer together for warmth.

Y/N leaned against Chaeyoung, her head resting on the girl's shoulder as they gazed up at the stars. "Do you have a favorite constellation?" she asked softly, her voice barely audible above the rustling of the leaves in the trees.

Chaeyoung shrugged. "I've always liked Orion's Belt," she replied, her breath tickling Y/N's ear. "It reminds me of when we first met. It was like fate, you know? Like the stars were aligning just for us."

Y/N smiled, her heart swelling at the mention of their meeting. "That's a beautiful way to think about it," she said softly. "I think I'll always remember that night too. It feels like a dream sometimes, being with you like this."

As they continued to watch the stars, the sounds of the forest began to fade away, replaced by the soft rustling of leaves as a gentle breeze picked up. The air grew colder still, but neither of them seemed to notice or mind. They were content just being together, wrapped in each other's warmth and love.

"Do you ever wonder what it would be like," Y/N asked, her voice barely audible over the whispering of the trees, "if we could travel to each of those stars? To see the worlds they're part of, the people who live there?" She felt a shiver run down her spine as she imagined the vastness of the universe, the endless possibilities that lay before them.

Chaeyoung paused for a moment, considering the question. The stars above them seemed to dance in the darkness, their twinkling light casting a soft glow over the meadow. "I think it would be incredible," she finally replied, her voice tinged with awe. "But I think the best part would be coming back here, to this place. To know that no matter where we go or what we see, we'll always have each other. And this place will always be our home."

They sat in silence for a while, lost in their own thoughts and the beauty of the night. Y/N felt her heart swell with love and gratitude for Chaeyoung, for the life they shared together. She knew that their love was special, that they were meant to be together. As she looked up at the stars, she made a silent promise to herself: no matter what challenges they might face in the future, she would always fight for their love. She would never take Chaeyoung for granted, and she would do everything in her power to make her happy.

Eventually, the chill in the air grew too intense for them to ignore, and they stood, stretching their limbs and yawning. "You should go back home ," Y/N said, her voice husky with sleep. "It's getting late. And I don’t want you to get in trouble”

Chaeyoung nodded in agreement, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She knew that the night couldn't last forever, but she didn't want to leave this place. She didn't want to leave the feeling of peace and contentment that came with being wrapped up in Y/N's love. But she also knew that if they get caught there will be consequences.

As chaeyoung was sneaking back home, she didn’t notice her father siting on the chair in the dining room.

“Where were you… let me guess out sucking the face off that bloody witch.”her father said. Chaeyoung was shocked. “Why so shocked? You thought I wouldn’t know, I have eyes on you everywhere.” he added.

“So you was spying on me, where’s the trust in that father.” Chaeyoung said. “You broke the trust as soon as you kiss that witch” he responded quickly.

“ oh bloody hell so what I like y/n what wrong about th-” she got cut off with a slap by her father.

“ you don’t like that thing, you don’t even know what love is. She must had put a spell on you to make you believe that .” he said angrily. “ she needs to pay for what she is doing to your mind” he said then went over to grab a torch. He walks out of the house. That’s when chaeyoung realizes what he means by that a rush to y/n cabin.

"Chaeyoung," y/n whispered, her voice barely audible. "What are you doing here? Your father gonna kill me if he found you here."

Chaeyoung knelt beside her, her eyes wide with fear and desperation. " you need to get out of here , my father is ordering the town to find you ." She wiped the tears from her face, as she gently brushing her knuckles against y/n cheek. "Please, y/n, get out of here, while you still can."

But it was too late. The sound of footsteps approaching echoed through the field. The townspeople had found them. They encircled them, their faces twisted with anger and hatred. They had found y/n, the witch who dared to love another woman especially the daughter of the town . They grabbed her roughly, tearing at her clothes, pulling her away from Chaeyoung. As they dragged her away, she struggled, desperate to reach Chaeyoung one last time, to tell her that she loved her, that it would all be alright.

"Witch! Witch! Hang her at the stake!" they cried, their faces twisted with rage and fear.

Chaeyoung followed, tears streaming down her face, her heart breaking with every step. She begged and pleaded with them to let her go, but they ignored her. They forced her to watch as they hung y/n from the gallows, her body twitching and jerking with each agonizing breath.

As y/n's life faded from her eyes, she looked down at Chaeyoung, her love, the only thing in the world that made her life worth living. "Chaeyoung," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I love you. And I will never ever stop loving you. No matter what happens to me right now, it would never destroy my love for you." With those final words, y/n's soul left her body, as she was hanging from the tree. Chaeyoung screamed, her voice echoing through the fields, the sound of her anguish piercing the very heavens.

The townspeople, satisfied that justice had been served, turned their backs on Chaeyoung, leaving her alone to grieve. But even as they walked away, they could not escape the haunting image of the two lovers, torn apart by a world that could not understand their love. And so, their story lived on, a tragic testament to the enduring power of love, even in the darkest of times.

The sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of red and orange, as if the heavens themselves were weeping for the loss of y/n. Chaeyoung remained at the foot of the gallows, her body racked with sobs, her heart shattered into a million pieces. She clutched at the dirt, refusing to let go, as if somehow she could bring y/n back. But she knew deep down that this was not the end. There was something still pulling her forward, some unspoken promise that their love would find a way to survive.

Night fell, and the stars twinkled in the inky black sky. Chaeyoung's tears finally dried up, leaving her chest heaving with the memory of each sob. She looked up at the stars, searching for some sign, some hope that they would find a way back to each other. And as she stood there, gazing up at the heavens, she swore an oath: she would spend the rest of her life seeking out others like them, those who dared to love against the tide of public opinion. She would fight for their right to be together, to live their lives as they saw fit, free from the judgment of a world that could not understand.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Chaeyoung's determination only grew stronger, her resolve unshakeable. She became a symbol of hope for those who found themselves in her situation, a beacon of light in the darkness. And though y/n was gone, her spirit lived on through Chaeyoung, guiding her every step of the way.

Years passed, and the world began to change. Slowly, but surely, people began to see the error of their ways, to understand that love knew no bounds, no gender, no race. It was a victory of the heart over the head, of compassion over fear. And as Chaeyoung watched this transformation unfold before her eyes, she knew that her love for y/n had not been in vain. She had made a difference, however small, and for that she was eternally grateful.

Eventually, Chaeyoung found herself standing before a great crowd, addressing them with a voice that rang clear and true. "We must never forget the sacrifices that have been made for our freedom," she said, her gaze fixed on the sky, as if y/n were standing there beside her. "We must honor their memory by continuing to fight for justice, for equality, for love. For as long as there is one person left who dares to love against the tide, we will be there to fight by their side." And with that, a roar went up from the crowd, a testament to the enduring power of love and the indomitable spirit of those who dare to follow their hearts.

The years passed, and Chaeyoung grew old, but she never stopped fighting. Her story became legend, a reminder to all who heard it of the incredible strength that can be found in the human heart when it dares to love truly and fiercely. And though y/n's body was gone, her love for Chaeyoung lived on, etched into the very fabric of history, a testament to the power of the human spirit to endure against all odds.

#cry4tzu #twice #twice x reader #twice scenarios #twice dahyun #twice chaeyoung #chaeyoung #son chaeyoung x reader #son chaeyoung #kpop x reader #kpop scenarios #constellations #chaengie

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mwolf0epsilon · 11 months ago

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Dogma and the Mouse Droid pt.8

Dogma, carefully cleaning Buggy who came out of the vents covered in a collection of dust bunnies: You really need to be more careful of which section of the base's vents you go into. Some of those vents are older than even the Chancellor himself... Buggy, beeping sadly as he tries to purge all the dust clinging to his cooling fan: <:( Dogma: Well, at least you're brave enough to try to clean those areas. Buggy, chirping fondly at him: :D Caprichoso, walking into the barracks and spotting Dogma: Oh, hi Dogma! Who's your little buddy? Buggy: ??? Dogma: Oh, hello Caprichoso. This is Buggy. Caprichoso: Aww, he has a little chevron paintjob on him! That's neat! Dogma: Yeah... He wanted to distinguish himself from his peers. Caprichoso, sitting down next to Dogma: Who doesn't? Being carbon copies is honestly so boring... Even droids deserve to be more than just another unit among who knows how many... Dogma, noticing that Capri seems to be in a bit of a mood: ...Is everything alright? Caprichoso, looking to him in question: Hm? Oh uh, yeah... Just had... A bit of a falling out with a few guys is all. Nothing I can't handle really, just... Annoying. Dogma: Ah. I see. -returning his attention to cleaning the little mouse droid- Caprichoso: I'm just... Frustrated with the situation. I hate it when people just, ignore the facts and don't listen to me. Dogma: ... I've learned that if people refuse to listen you might as well just give up and fall into silence. Continuing to push will only start a fight or make others unwilling to be in your presence. Caprichoso: What? No way! If I got my two credits to give and am doing it to help, then they better damn well listen to me instead of karking off to get themselves into trouble! We clones have to stick to each other you know? Vode an and all that! Dogma: ... We're not Mandalorians. That doesn't apply to us at all. Caprichoso: We don't need to be Mandos to value our brotherhood! We learned that on Kamino! No brother left behind! Dogma: Yes. We learned that on Kamino. But we're not on Kamino anymore... What we learned there doesn't seem to apply anymore. Especially when you're... Caprichoso: ...Yes? Dogma, frowning before putting Buggy back on the ground: ...Nevermind. I'm going to wash up and go to bed. I have a shift at 0600... Buggy & Caprichoso, watching Dogma go before exchanging glances: Caprichoso: ...Boy it's not just those guys who can't see who's at fault for Umbara. Dogma's also blaming himself something fierce isn't he? Buggy, trilling sadly in confirmation: Caprichoso: Well... For what it's worth, I'm glad he at least has someone in his corner. You're a good friend little buddy! Buggy, beeping happily: :D

#star wars #the clone wars #clone trooper dogma #clone ocs #105th battalion #krell's battalion #clone trooper caprichoso #droid ocs #buggy the mouse droid

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shithowdy · 9 months ago

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I’ve been following you vaguely since ~2015 on and off (as I have been on and off tumblr). I initially followed you because we shared a brainrot for Death Knights and I loved your art style. The elements that always stood out to me were colour, line, and shape. That sounds basic, but when it comes to art, mastering those basics can take a lifetime. I love how solid and bold the shapes you use are. The way you use line is striking. The colours you use always whack me over the head with how perfect and vibrant they seem in every piece. I’m sorry to hear things have been rough - it’s been a horrendous few years for so many people. But I’m incredibly glad you’re still out here creating.

Also, I know how discouraging it can feel to equate art with social currency. Like it’s your only value. As much as I love your art, I primarily follow you for you. You have clever and articulate opinions, you’re funny and compassionate.

I hope you feel better soon

I'm struggling to articulate a response to all the kind words I've received over the past few days since I made that post about my ailing relationship with my art, but I can't let it slip by in silence that you have all been so kind, and I am so genuinely touched by your words.

It's so easy to lose track of why you make things at all when the world around you is constantly trying to encourage competition, monetization, an audience. Somehow the brainrot of "line go up" has infected the very act of self-expression for me and countless others, and though it's painful to reach out and ask for kindness... seeing it be so readily given cheapens that line back into the meaningless metrics it represents when compared to the actual impact creation can have.

I do have an identity, and you guys have helped me see that. Thank you.

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shangrila11 · 1 year ago

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A talk // Dan Heng x Trailblazer (HSR)

Slight spoiler warning for the Trailblaze mission, Topclouded Towerthrust!

Dan Heng took a deep breath before walking towards the Trailblazer who was gazing out at the sea. The waves lapped against the shore, creating a soothing, almost hypnotic rhythm. It was difficult to believe that the Xianzhou Luofu was currently plunged into chaos with such a tranquil scenery.

"... Hey," he greeted calmly.

"Hey," they greeted back simply, turning to face him. Silence fell between the two of them and Dan Heng didn't like that one bit. Whenever the two of them hung out, the silence between them wasn't usually this... awkward. And so clearing his throat, the dark haired male decided to break the silence.

"Are you... mad at me?" he asked cautiously.

"I... wouldn't say that," the Trailblazer replied after a beat. They tried to keep their voice even but couldn't hide the tremor in it. "To be honest, a lot of emotions are going through me right. Do you know how worried I was when you didn't reply to my messages? I know that there was some sort of interference or something but still." They sighed. Dan Heng nodded, encouraging them to continue.

"And then I found out that you are a Vidyadhara descendant. I... just wish you told me," they finished.

"I'm sorry," the male apologised.

"It's fine. I'm just glad that you're alright," the Trailblazer offered him a small smile. A wave of relief washed over Dan Heng. The earlier tension between them seemed to be resolved. That was good. He... valued the Trailblazer's companionship and didn't want things to remain awkward between them for long.

"And I'm relieved that you and everyone else are unharmed as well," Dan Heng replied. The Trailblazer's smile widened. They took a few steps towards the Vidyadhara descendant and eyed him up and down.

"Now that I'm taking a closer look, you look great in this form too," they complimented. Dan Heng's heart skipped a beat and he was certain that his pointy ears were a little red then but he quickly recomposed himself.

"I'm glad you think so. Thank you," he answered. The Trailblazer gently grabbed Dan Heng's hand and squeezed it.

"Alright. We have your home to save. So do what you have to do. I believe in you," they grinned. Dan Heng nodded.

"I'll do my best," he promised. He let go of his companion's hand somewhat reluctantly, the warmth of their hand still lingering in his. He made his way to the statue of the High Elder...

(The picture does not belong to me. Credit goes to Hoyoverse)

#dan heng #honkai star rail #trailblazer #dan heng x stelle #fluff #dan heng x caelus #dan heng x trailblazer #drabble #hsr drabbles

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zzprompto · 1 year ago

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☆ the moments after

dion lesage x male reader [he / him]

sypnosis: [name] comforts dion with his worries after an intimate night. (meant to be viewed as romantic)

- brief mentions of sex but no nsfw.

the lowercase is intentional !

the air was thick and heavy, the moments of your intimacy with dion lingering in the air as the two of you pant heavily. dion holds you close, even though the two of you are sweaty and extremely warm. he just confides in you.

"thank you for that, [name]." the prince whispers, kissing your forehead as he snakes his arms around your waist to drag you in even closer. you chuckle hearing how thankful he is. "you don't have to thank me, we are lovers after all. this is normal, dion." you whisper back, resting your head on his chest. "even though we are lovers, i feel like i need to thank you. you've helped me relieve my stress today, and i'm glad." dion sighed, placing a kiss to your cheek this time. "plus, me thanking you just shows you how much i care for you, does it not?" the prince ruffles your hair with a small smile on his face.

the dim lights in the tent reflect off of your bodies and you see dion's smile. so naturally, you smile back. you absolutely love how caring dion was in private and off of the battle field. he truly made you weak in the knees, and he always made you feel butterflies in your stomach.

you lean in even closer to dion and kiss his lips, sweetly and tenderly. it wasn't filled with the same intense passion and heat as it was a few minutes prior. it was just filled with an innocent love that the two men shared for eachother.

once the kiss ends, the two men pull away and stay close to eachother on the bed still. their naked bodies touching, and their gazes on eachother. you look at dion with so much love, and he looks at you the same. yet, it was almost as if the two of you always competed to see who loved who the most.

"i love you." you speak softly, not wanting anyone else to hear this exchange, even though nobody would dare step into the prince's private tent this late. "as do i. i love you too, [name]." dion responds, sharing the same soft tone that you spoke with.

"i am truly glad we could spend tonight together." the prince starts, and you listen. you always listened to him, because your ears never wanted to listen to anything else. "life has just been so stressful, all of my duties as prince and bahamut.. it piles up and takes a toll on me, even if i do not show it." he sighs, a frown tugging at his lips, but he's still glad you're listening.

you stroke dion's blonde hair gently, humming along to what he has to say. "well, you have put up with a lot. you are very strong, my prince." you say, trying to reassure the man who was laying next to you. dion sighs again, still feeling affected by all of his duties. you understand, being in his position must be tough - your own family using you for your powers in war. it's cruel, and dion knew it all too well.

"i guess i am strong, but that's all people value me for." dion mumbles, leaning in to your touch, your warmth. "they don't chose to think about what the prince feels.. ever since that traitor walked into my father's life, everything has gone downhill." he shook his head, acting as if that would help him get his mind off of things. it wouldn't. of course it wouldn't.

for a few moments, you lay in the bed with dion in silence. it's not a bad, awkward silence. it's a comforting one that lets dion know you're listening. "dion..." you start, not knowing how to finish your sentence. instead, you just press a kiss to dion's lips yet again, wanting him to know that you care. luckily, he understood the message like he always did.

"i'll always be here for you, dion." you whisper against the prince's lips as you part from the kiss. he nods in response, his frown ripped away from his face, returning to a smile. "no matter what you do, or what happens, i'll always be here for you. i love you." you reassure dion, and he nods again, still pressing your bare body against his. "i love you too. i know i can count on you no matter what." he replies back, not wanting to let go of you. he was always going to stick by you, no matter what. he wasn't going to go back on his words now.

and then the two of you layed together for the rest of the night, whispering sweet nothings into eachother's ears and stealing kisses. oh how you both loved the moments after..

☆ requests ▪︎ masterlist

☆ author's note: me and dion are actually married ?? i am terence.

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anjumbai · 2 months ago

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The Tatami Galaxy by Tomihiko Morimi - Thoughts

" 'a clever hawk hides its talons,' I had modestly kept my good sense and talents hidden so no one would find them, but I did such a good job that I hadn't been able to locate them myself for the past few years." "Rather than speaking grammatically bankrupt English, I would choose the glory of silence. I am a man who looks before he leaps." "When you fall in love, you realize how pathetic you are."

A spectacular comedy and a well presented view on life. I love Tatami Galaxy. Back when I first watched the anime without even knowing its source material was a novel, I was absolutely astounded by how bizarre yet beautiful it was. Masaaki Yuasa had brought this book to life, put his own style and story in it and presented the opportunity for this beautiful book cover. The seemingly obvious differences in the anime and novel can't really throw you off if there's a huge gap in terms of when you consumed each form of the story. The differences are massive, and in a good way. I didn't know I could enjoy the same story in so many different ways. The novel only had four chapters in total, while the anime had 10 episodes, extending the storyline with the characters and events hinted in the novel and chose to go with a different ending which I can't even remember anymore.

I watched the anime in around 2021 and it's still one of my most favorite anime. I'm really glad that the book is less repetitive. You can just stroll through the repeated dialogues without much attention. The similarity in both pieces of media is that they both flesh out the main character, whose name we never find out in an accomplished and fulfilling way. While novels like these heavily rely on witty monologues, most adaptations can't use monologues like this since you are adapting the same story to portray it in a different way. A same-to-same adaptation never really holds well except for maybe the relationships anime and manga have. But even anime find ways to spectacularize bland manga panels with stunning animation. An example of monologues making adaptations difficult is Classroom of the Elite. It's an old light novel I used to keep up with after watching the anime. And reading the light novel made me realize how bland the anime actually is since the light novel depended solely on the protagonists internal monologue while the anime chose to adapt none of that, while also not giving us any other medium that fleshes out his character (interactions, conversations etc). It just left out the monologue part and adapted the rest of it, making the anime void of any creativity whatsoever. Tatami Galaxy, however, adapted most of the monologue. Not only that, the voice actor practically rapped out the monologue making you change the speed setting to .5 just to keep up with what he's saying. This is creativity in varying mediums.

The novel chose to use repeated dialogues in four different chapters to flesh out our main character in the final one. I love how the novel ended, and its worth talking about again once I re-watch the anime ( I might one day, you never know ).

Tatami Galaxy is hilarious. So many fun interactions and interesting characters, absolutely amazing monologue and bizarre events you just can't make up take place in the novel. I haven't highlighted this many dialogues for their comedic value instead of emotional depth since American Psycho. And it doesn't even have any blood involved. How amazing is that. One thing the translator added to her notes was the love of Tomihiko Morimi for Kyoto, Japan. It really shows in the novel, this love of his. Both the anime and novel have amalgamated a hearty image of Kyoto in my mind, making me put Kyoto in the bucket list of the places I want to visit. I also wanna sit down and talk for hours with my wife next to the Kamo River while some bastards blow firecrackers around us cause they are single and mad and will obstruct other people's love affairs cause they can't make one of their own. Sounds fun.

I have also decided to say "idiocy doesn't discriminate between sexes" to sound like some sort of 90 year old man trapped inside a 19 year-old's body. The book really takes narrating to a whole different level. It has changed my views on reading books. Books don't have to always be serious, deep or emotional. It can just be a comedy, bizarre and chaotic. Books like Clockwork Orange and Master and Margarita may have provided me with these before but the overall difficult language barrier just made it difficult to fully enjoy those books in the first try. Salute to Morimi and sending my heart out to the gifter of this book, you are amazing. I will pick up more and more titles from Morimi since I love his narrative structure and witty remarks and references.

The book plays out in a chaotic fashion while also hinting out important life lessons. Our nameless protagonist has wasted two years of his university life and has been loveless and achievement-less. He has regretted his decisions and kept on saying stuff like "If only I had made that decision instead of this" without really taking initiative to change things now. The first three chapters mock his ideas, showing three different decisions in his life that play out the same way. The final chapter felt more like a self-searching kind of chapter. The narrator getting trapped in an endless four and half mat tatami universe, finally deciding to appreciate people and moments. His devious friend Ozu, who he wished he never met, he starts missing. The four and a half mat tatami room he isolated himself in, he starts hating. The seemingly annoying and chaotic moments of his life seem fun and when he finally frees himself from the tatami universe, the world seems full of life. He gets out a newer man. Making changes now and overlooking his past decisions instead of wallowing over them.

It also has a really cute, I don't know the word, romantic aspect to it? Okay maybe not romance. Akashi and the nameless narrators interactions were my favourite and the chapters always ended after hinting a possible relationship between the two. Because, you know what they say- "There's nothing so worthless to speak of as a love mature."

9/10. Enjoyed, laughed and closed the book with a huge smile on my face. Here's a cute picture of the Mochigumen Rangers.

"Your life hasn't even started yet and you're already lost?"

#tatami galaxy #tomihiko morimi #masaaki yuasa #book review #review #bookish #mochigumen rangers

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houkagokappa · 1 year ago

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I stayed to watch anime because I have zero desire to watch anything on my own these days lmao, and I'm glad I did because we saw some good episodes!!

We watched the gacha episode of Odd Taxi. I've seen clips from it, so I knew what was coming with the dodo, but I was not expecting the YJA bidding bit. It killed me, because I too have gotten stuck in bidding wars (last spring I spent more than twice over my limit on a gorgeous fukuro obi ahahaha rip me altho it was worth it in the end).

I'm really liking Odd Taxi, I love how contemporary and human it is (despite the animal characters heh), especially how they've managed to include social media in a way that feels real and not overly forced or ridiculed. I'm also a huge fan of stories with a big cast of characters with their own separate story lines that eventually mix. I think it's very neat and cool to see how one seemingly small action ends up being significant for someone or something else. The only problem with this is, that because I watch this show with two weeks between each episode, it's a bit difficult to remember everything that might be of importance, or how one thing came to be. It definitely feels like a show with a lot of rewatch value to catch all the connections and foreshadowing.

I was also very happy to stay and watch more Gankutsuou. We're only on episode 3, but so far I've loved every single minute of it. I can't wait to see where this goes, because I can tell that the tension and drama will be delicious and heart wrenching.

Great Pretender was a lot of fun as well. It's cool to see characters outsmart each other and satisfying when it looks like they're about to get caught, but it turns out that they've thought and prepared for everything in advance. I don't know how Edamura will get out of preparing sakura magic in front of the director, but I'm sure he'll find a way.

I did sneak out a bit during Kamichu! to see the final minutes of TRHPS, because I had to see what kind of vibe they were having. I could barely hear anything from them, so at times I questioned if they were even watching it?? But they were, just in complete silence. I guess that's one way to do it.

Earlier I talked about not liking Kamichu! a whole lot, and while it's certainly not a favourite of mine, some episodes have been decent. The episode I missed half of had Yurie negotiate with a martian on behalf of the prime minister which was/seemed fun! The second episode we watched had her be sick and lonely for a few days, which felt incredibly pointless and boring to me, although I get how it might feel significant for someone in middle school.

Then we watched episode 4 of Bokurano where the kids finally learn that Zearth runs on their life forces. I liked this episode, and I'm glad to see how Kodama got to learn his lesson and then die. I'm curious to see what will happen next and how the whole series will end.

Finally, we watched two episodes of Tomo-chan wa Onnanoko! In my last post I was cautiously optimistic about it, and now I can confirm that it's a good show! It's funny, the bits are short enough not to get overplayed, it has very nice character dynamics and interactions and it doesn't solely focus on the romance, so that part hasn't gotten stale in any way. It really helps that Tomo and Jun are best friends, so they bounce back from all the misunderstandings and awkwardness without it becoming a huge deal. It's also sweet to see how clearly Jun likes her back, making the show a wholesome slow-burn. Also, it's really cool to see a tomboyish lead who's very comfortable with themselves and their style, and how whenever she does try to be more feminine (to catch Jun's attention as per the premise of the show) she tends to do it on her terms.

Overall I'm happy with what we're watching (except for Kamichu! which I could live without).

#my nonsense #ella watches anime #odd taxi #gankutsuou #great pretender #kamichu!#bokurano #tomo chan wa onnanoko!

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Honestly I'm so sorry about how you were treated this past while, I can sympathizes with u cause something similar happened to me like 3 years ago too with a bigger audience. Its unfortunate alot of ppl take things at face value and never looks deeper into things, you didn't deserve to be treated like that and hopefully after some time you'll gain some trust back that the fandom broke with you. I wouldn't blame you if you are furious at some people. When I first saw it I didn't even realize you had more socials besides AO3 (very dumb of me ik lol,, also I love your "a good luck charm" fic sm it makes me naw at my enclosure) and was BAFFLED at the accusations with the lack of proof, and I really wish more people thought like that too, but alas people follow blindly. You definitely did everything right, taking accountability of your mistakes and fixing them. I wish you the best and hope the rest of this year treats you softly and warm <3 if you ever wanna just scream and let out some of those built up emotions u probably have dont be afraid to reach out cause ill be like those drunk bitches at a party who back u tf up<<333

Thank you for coming here. I'm glad you can enjoy that work - Since my collab partner left the fandom, I have been having a hard time returning to it but I do hope to give Good Luck Charm justice :]

I don't really know if I want the trust of people who chose to judge without any proof but, I know they got the information from a figure many look up to.

I do know my trust for them had gotten smaller. The effects of everything on me isn't exactly something many considered - during the whole thing, I couldn't eat for several days and had gotten sick for a few weeks. But I didn't intend to really inform folks openly about it as my health was not important in the moment and certainly I wouldn't want to seem I use it to get pity. I really didn't want yes men in all this, I wanted folks to at least listen to the actual proof of what did happen.

I do feel my privacy was never respected, as stated otherwise by them. If that were the case - this would have been discussed privately and details would have been ironed. And with how many people got involved due to being pinged in the server, I feel it should have accounted by people who in charge. While in the end it seemed to have been discussed - I feel it was a bit too late. And the responsibility wasn't taken in the other side.

Had I done well with my response to the situation? I think so, but I don't know if some things couldn't have been some better but I certainly don't want to have round two to figure that out.

But thank you kindly, for your support. It truly means a lot.

And even if I'm angry at many people who kept silence - I get it, to some extend. But I'm most glad for those who did decide to break it, like you.

Thank you for the wishes, hope the same for you!

#Ask #Wasterfeathers #I gotta finally return to writing but studying takes a lot of brain space dhdhhdhe #But that's neither here or there #Thank you for reaching out #Drama thing #Idk if I Tag it like that or not

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observeowl · 1 year ago

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Her Assistant | Chapter 10 - The Residing Witch

Summary: After losing her family, Natasha Romanoff builds her company from the ground up. During the rise of her company, she decided she needed an assistant, one that works in her office and her house. That's when she saw your resume. After working five years for her, how was it like working for her? Or more importantly, how things progress?

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Your POV The rest of the day went fine other than the fact that Bucky was very excited that I was back. He kept talking to me as if I had been gone for a few years. While I was glad that we had a good working relationship, I would like to have my own space especially after what Nico went through.

I needed to figure out who her boyfriend is. She refused to tell me anything about her boyfriend, which was a first in any relationship she had. I had nothing to fall back to, I didn't get any visuals of her boyfriend. I should probably check her house tomorrow when I have the chance.

After locking the doors and window, I took out my phone to send a quick text to Vic, wondering how they were coping during the last few hours.

Y: Hey, how is she doing?

V: She's doing fine I guess. Either that or she's hiding it really well I'll check if she's okay tomorrow morning

Y: Thanks Keep me updated I might head down tomorrow if I have the time

V: See you

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I didn't know how to ask for a day off since I've never taken one. When would be the right time to request for one? I could literally do anything except for this... how exciting...

I knocked on Miss Romanoff's office before entering. "What do you need?" She asked. The quarterly report for the company had just come in and she needed to go through them analysing the profit margin of the company and approve of the budget. She never holds back removing anything that doesn't add value to the company.

"I was wondering if I could have some time off today."

"Reason being?"

"To visit a friend." She looked at me when I replied. I had no idea why she was staring at me but she was not speaking. I tilted my head at the silence, thinking that she was going to deny my request.

"Fine. Be back for dinner."

"Thank you Miss Romanoff."

I told Bucky I was heading out but if there were any emergencies he can always call me and I'll be back. He questioned where I was going but I dodged the question and told him to take care of the house before heading out.

I arrived at Vic's house and she opened the door for me. There was no need to exchange words between us to know what we are thinking about. Nico was sitting in front of the TV in the living room eating her pot noodle.

I pulled her aside. "Did you not cook?" I whispered to Vic.

"I did, but she didn't want to eat what I cooked. She said it was not up to her standards."

"And pot noodles is?" I looked at her weirdly. How would one compare pot noodles to normal cooked dishes? I sighed before making my way to Nico tapping her shoulders to let her know I'm here.

"Y/N!" She smiled widely when she saw me.

"Hi." I sat next to her. "How's the bed here?"

"It was great! Thanks, Victoria."

I proceeded to ask Nico about her boyfriend but she refused to tell me. I don't know if she's scared or refusing to face the problem but she keeps avoiding having to answer. I can't help her if she's not going to give me something.

"I can't help you if you don't tell me."

"I don't want to think about him. Just leave it. If he's not finding me, I don't want to find trouble."

"But he may be doing it to others." I pushed slightly.

"I really don't want to think of him anymore..." She started to tear up as her voice broke and I stopped asking not wanting to push her too much.

"Okay okay..."

"When are you going back to work?" I changed the topic trying to bring her mind somewhere else.

"I'm trying to find another apartment first. I don't want to bother you all too much. Thank you for helping me. Especially you, Y/N. We should head out for dinner some time. Victoria, you can join us too."

"If you need help finding an apartment, I can help you. Just tell me." I gave her a smile.

Nico has changed a lot compared to when I first became friends with her. She was a lot more direct and always made sure she got what she wanted. She wouldn't have let her boyfriend off like this. Her relationship with her parents wasn't always that good, they forced her to study subjects she didn't want to learn and had no passion about. When she ended up with less desirable results, it set her back because she wasn't able to go where she wanted.

She was my best friend, we stayed in contact the longest after highschool. Even though we only meet up around once or twice a year, we were able to have a nice conversation going each time as if we have been meeting each other for almost everyday.

I even wondered if I had a crush on her before I figured out my sexuality but she always had boyfriends so I didn't dare to say anything to her. I didn't want to ruin anything. Not that there was much to begin with. I felt like it was all one sided, even in friendship.

Natasha POVAfter Y/N left, I remembered I wanted to search about her. I recruited her when I just started building my company so I wasn't too bothered about her skills but it turns out she was the best I could ever hire. I never regretted hiring her and it was my best decision ever.

From the internet I found out that she graduated from the School of Business and Management in Dallas. But nothing was found for the next three years before she entered Princeton University. I didn't manage to find her hometown or anything so I wasn't sure if she had any family with her.

I didn't manage to find out if she has any social media so perhaps she made it private or used a really obscure username that I could never find out.

But the most curious thing was what she did for the three years that I couldn't find anything. Most people took a single gap year either to gain experience or to relax and travel but she took three years off. I couldn't find out if she was hired elsewhere or what she was doing. So I decided to call her highschool.

Thankfully there was a teacher who still remembered her vividly and was able to describe her to me. She did very well in her school and had lots of friends because she was very lively and bubbly, a lot of people liked being around her. However, during the last few months leading to the final examination, she changed a lot and stopped smiling. Nobody knew why she changed so much, she was interactive but intimidating at the same time.

I tried the same thing with her university but she didn't make much of an impression so no Professor remembered her. Something must have happened during her highschool that led to a change in emotion and her three year gap. If only I could find out what happened...

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N: Y/L/N, sorry for interrupting your time off but I need to be in the office. Can you come back earlier?

Y: Right now? I'll be there in half an hour.

N: Thank you

I had a sudden meeting I needed to attend as I was securing a new investor for the company. Having to deal with SHIELD and my own company meant that sometimes I needed to push my meetings around to accommodate my busy schedule.

I gathered everything ready as I waited for Y/N to come back. Bucky was going to stay behind this time because it was supposed to be a quick meeting but nonetheless, I told him that he was free to eat out or order takeaway as Y/N and I were going to be eating outside.

Y/N honked the car to announce she had arrived and I left with all the documents in my hand.

Once I arrived at the office, Y/N went to park the car while I got the documents ready before my potential investor arrived. There were employees still in office as the office hour was not over yet and were surprised to see me as I haven't been to the office for quite some time.

"Miss Romanoff, Diana William and her family are here." Y/N announced as she came in.

"Her family?" I questioned. She nodded. "Alright, bring them in."

She came back in with two people behind her. One big, one small. Mrs William was holding a little girl in her arms as she walked in. "Apologies for bringing my girl in, the babysitter called in sick and I was unable to call someone to look after her in a short time." She placed the girl down and held her hand to make sure she didn't run away.

"No worries. Shall we take a seat?" I pointed towards the sitting area I have in my office. She nodded and walked towards it while placing her kid next to her on the couch. I went through the details of the contract with her and told her about the new product that our company was developing and how high the predicted profits were likely to be.

As we were talking, her daughter got tired of the lack of attention and the boring stuff we were talking about and jumped off the couch to walk around. I had no problem with her doing so unless she was making a mess so I didn't mention anything and just continued talking to Mrs William.

She continued walking around until she stood in front of Y/N and gave her small flowers she had kept in her pocket. Y/N looked shocked before bending down to her height to meet her eyes. "Thank you. What's your name?" She asked.

"Evelyn." She smiled as she replied.

"My name is Y/N."

"Evelyn! Don't bother Miss Romanoff's assistant, come here!" Mrs William told her child.

"But I want her..." She hugged Y/N's knees as she was still squatting down.

"It's fine Mrs William, I don't mind taking her." She suggested and the mother gave her a kind smile before nodding and they went off to a corner while we continued discussing.

Even after we were done, Y/N was still entertaining Evelyn. Really, the things she's capable of are unreal. I've never seen her smile at someone like this before.

"Sorry, I don't know why she's doing this. She's usually shy when meeting strangers." Mrs William explained as she got her daughter back to her side.

"Mommy, can we meet Y/N again?" Evelyn pointed towards Y/N excitedly.

"I don't know about that Evie, Miss Romanoff's assistant is a busy person." She tried to explain to her child.

"I don't mind. When I'm free I'll see you again, okay? Evelyn??"

This was my first glimpse of her interaction with kids. Due to the nature of work for SHIELD, all I've ever seen was her merciless and efficient side.

The discussion with Mrs William was great. She agreed to the profit sharing ratio and to meet when we have further development on the product. Most of the employees had left by the time we were done and Y/N drove us back in silence. She didn't even say a word when we arrived at the front gate and dropped me off.

. . . . . . . . .

Fury called once again to talk about what happened at the party. While he was not impressed that I had to use such an outlandish method to get rid of Alexandria Caddel, he had to admit that I was good at eliminating the others that were posing a threat to our country.

Fury wanted me to look into the mysterious deaths that were occurring in Germany and he wanted me to head there personally. As SHIELD's watchdog, I was only supposed to manage the underground society in America, why do I need to go all the way to Germany?

In his summary, he told me that perfectly healthy people have suddenly become grotesquely deformed and died afterward. He wanted to find out if it was a possibility that it was going to be transmitted to America and if so stop it before it gets here.

Since there was no official treaty between America and Germany, we can't send agents in without reason so he had to send me.

The Romanoff have an information network that stretches all the way from America to Europe. I've thought of using that... especially 'that guy' I took over when I went into the first few contracts with my company.

I should ask Y/N to contact him when she comes back. And just on time I heard her coming back so I requested for her to enter my office before making preparations for dinner. I told her what she needed to know before releasing her.

The most impressive thing about Y/N was that she works fast. The next morning, she was able to give me reports of sightings of the people that were living there. The village didn't seem as if there was a contagious disease going around. There was no sign of a chronic disease or any wounds at all. When asked about how they died, all the villagers said it was due to the witch's curse.

"Dying because of a curse? That's ridiculous!" I threw the papers on the table.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't get any more information than this." Y/N said. She was standing next to my desk while I was reviewing her papers.

"It's okay. There's no choice other than to head down myself. Prepare for the journey there." I told her.

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"Eegh Fryoe Migh Zie Kennenzulernen." I tried to pronounce some German sentences while we were on the train reaching the village. (I am pleased to meet you.)

"That's terrible. Your accent is preposterous." Y/N commented. She was trying to teach me German to be able to communicate with the locals here. It was important to make them feel like they were able to talk to us.

"Ergh... I can't do this anymore. I feel sick. I can't pronounce German. I can read it just fine, isn't that enough..." I complained and set the book down, feeling slightly carsick from reading while the train was shaking.

Finally we arrived and Bucky was collecting our luggage from the train while Y/N and I were trying to procure a way to the village. This place looked centuries behind time. All their attire dated way back and I hardly saw any cars around. All the buildings were still made out of bricks and stones. We approached a man and told him of our intention of reaching the witch's village but he replied with something that I couldn't understand.

"Y/L/N, what language is this?" I asked her. I thought we were in Germany? Have we arrived at another land?

"It's East Franconian. A dialect of Southern Germany."

"This isn't a dialect anymore! Everything I learned is useless!!!" I couldn't even make out the words.

"Everything starts with the basics, Miss Romanoff." She taunts me as if to take revenge on me for slapping her previously.

I scoffed and asked what he was saying.

"I ain't gonna die from no witches' curse. No matter how much you offer me, I ain't gonna go! Is what he said."

"Has he seen someone that's been cursed?" She proceeded to ask him in German and managed to get a reply. The wagon driver told her it wasn't a pretty sight to see. Their faces got all swollen and their whole skin became muddy like it was melting. They said one died but the one that survived went off his rocker with shock. He just kept shouting. 'The werewolves are coming!'

"It seems like the officials took him and the other victims to a large hospital. Shall I search all the hospitals in the country?" Y/N suggested. If the one who survived is from a rich family, it's likely to be some big and famous hospital.

"No, that's fine. If he's crazy there's no use in talking to him. It'll be faster if we just go to the werewolves forest ourselves."

"However, he doesn't seem to want to take out the carriage no matter how much we offer him." Y/N reminded.

I smirked at her and said. "Then ask him how much the carriage cost."

Your POV"Bucky! We got a ride. Put the luggage in." I went to find him waiting by the place we got off sitting on one of the luggage while looking at the other locals.

He immediately took the luggage and followed you. He was strong enough to carry all the even with those that are without wheels. Women, always carry a lot of clothes with them even though they may not even use half of them. After he was done, Miss Romanoff and Bucky sat at the back while I was navigating through the forest.

"So this is the werewolf forest... The compass is spinning." Bucky said as he took out his compass. The magnetic field was messing up the needle.

"There might be mineral resources buried around here." Miss Romanoff said. She had knowledge about this since there was a period of time she had done a lot of camping as she told me.

"It might also be... the curse." I added on.

"Don't tell me you believe in curses." Miss Romanoff raised an eyebrow and looked at me. I chuckled slightly but not answering her.

After a couple of minutes of entering the forest, I started seeing buildings further into the forest. "We should be arriving soon." With a target in sight, it is a lot easier to navigate and less likely to get lost.

"There really is a village in the forest." Miss Romanoff muttered when we arrived at the entrance. There were lanterns lit up along the road, really playing to the whole witch vibes here. It would be great for Halloween.

"There's no one here, is it abandoned?"

"The houses have been taken good care of. It's certain there are people living here." I said after taking a look around. There was a well that looked to be used as the water was still wet in the bucket.

"Heyyy! Anyone here?" Bucky raised his voice.

"EVERYONE! AFTER THEM! INTRUDERS!" People appeared out of nowhere and surrounded us. They were holding shovels, pitchforks, axes, and many more sharp tools.

"Well, this sure is a big welcome." Bucky said as we surrounded Miss Romanoff to the best we can.

"Who are you? How did you get in here?" One of them shouted while pointing her axe at me.

"We wish to meet the Head of your residence." I calmly told them, trying to show that we came with no intention to hurt them.

"The Head?" // "Could it be?" // "They are after Miss Maximoff?"

A number of them mumbled between themselves. We had no idea who the Head of this place was but we figured that's how things normally go right? We've never heard of the last name Maximoff so it must be native to Germany?

"YOU LOT!! YOU MUST BE THE RATS RIGHT?!" The same woman shouted at us again.

"DON'T LET THE RATS ESCAPE!" // "DEATH TO THE RATS!" They chanted over and over again.

"What are you making such a fuss for?" A voice rang.

We turned our bodies around to see a pair walking towards us. The rest of them bow their heads towards them. "We are sorry for letting the intruders in." They said.

"You're Miss Maximoff?"

"Indeed, I am her. I am Wanda Maximoff." She replied but I moved my attention to the silver hair guy that was standing next to her. He does not have the demeanour of a wizard.

He suddenly zoomed in front of me, inches apart, face to face. "Where did you come from?"

"Quit it Pietro." She slapped the back of his head. "Sorry, it's been a while since someone came here." She apologised on behalf.

"I don't know how you got here but our village 'Wolfsschlucht', doesn't allow visitors to stay. If you understand, leave right away!" The man I came to learn about, Pietro, told us.

"We should go back and think of a plan." Miss Romanoff told us after assessing the situation.

"Ahh- I see, then we shall-" I began informing them of our retreat but they suddenly pointed their weapons at us again.

"You know... I think you don't realise how lucky you are for crossing the forest unscathed."

"Mr Maximoff, they are dangerous! We must dispose of them-"

"Wait!" Miss Maximoff cut off the lady. " If you go back now, night will come before you can exit the forest. It gets very dangerous at night. I can't guarantee that you'll be able to get home safe... or it's better to say that you just won't. So, just this time, we're going to let you stay the night."

We glanced amongst ourselves and were shocked at the new revelation. The seemingly strict village that has rumour to cause death has allowed visitors to stay for the night.

"We'll give you a place to stay. Leave once the sun rises." She finished.

"Miss Maximoff! Why are you letting strangers into the Red Manor?"

"Hilde, because I said so." She backed off once she asserted her dominance as the Head of the Manor.

I relayed the information to Miss Romanoff and we began proceeding up the hill to reach their residence. Bucky was keeping close while carrying the luggage and surveying the area. There were a number of poisonous plants that even touching them would swell your fingers.

"We'll prepare dinner. Please take a seat while waiting." Pietro said before leaving us.

"Hey you." Wanda suddenly spoke up.

"Huh me?" Miss Romanoff asked when she saw that Wanda and I were looking at her.

I smiled a bit before stepping in. "I'm really sorry, Miss Romanoff isn't proficient in speaking German yet."

She nodded her head and it fell into an uncomfortable silence. We were in the large dining area waiting for the food to be served. However, it had been an hour but Pietro was nowhere to be seen.

"Hey, say something..." Miss Romanoff whispered after not being able to stand the silence.

"If you say so..."

Before I was able to say anything, I heard a stomach growl and knowing Miss Romanoff and I ate something in the train, it must have been from our host. "I'm sorry. Pietro seemed to be taking longer than usual."

"May I take a look at the kitchen?" She nodded her head and I proceeded to the kitchen leaving Miss Romanoff and Miss Maximoff alone. I saw the desperation in her eyes when she saw I was leaving her alone with the host and hardly any form of communication but I waved and smiled before leaving the room.

When I arrived at the kitchen, I saw that Pietro was making some headway with the preparations. Maybe like step 5 out of step 100. We were going to have to wait till midnight for him to be done at this rate.

He's not doing anything useless yet he still manages to be absolutely inefficient! I offered him some help after noticing he was doing one dish at a time. I rolled up my sleeves and began helping him after asking what he was going to serve.

We were able to serve dinner soon after and finally it was time to eat. Even though we had taken a bite earlier, I was getting slightly hungry too.

"Wow, this meal is gorgeous. Good job Piet."

"Ah well, her assistant lent me a hand."

"This is the least I can do." I said while setting the plate in front of Miss Romanoff. "How can I be Miss Romanoff's assistant if I couldn't even provide some assistance?"

We were having our late dinner when the woman from earlier, Hilde, came rushing into the room panicking.

"What happened Hilde?" Miss Maximoff asked when she saw her villager rushing in unannounced.

She was panting and catching her breath with her hands on her chest. "The- the wolf has shown up!"

All of us were shocked and I can tell so were the Maximoffs. They stood up immediately and ran along with Hilde. "She's been badly hurt. You have to save Sarah, Miss Maximoff." We ran behind the three of them wanting to learn the dangers associated with the forest.

They wanted to say something to prevent us from going but they decided against it. When we arrived, they had placed Sarah with her front on the floor with her wounds on the back exposed. It was a sight to see with blood dripping out. The slashes on her back clearly made by some sort of a claw. It went across her entire back and the amount of pain she must be in is unimaginable.

"This has never happened before. Sinking their teeth into my villagers." Wanda said as she knelt down to inspect the wound quickly.

"You must stop the bleeding immediately!" Pietro said and pressed on her wound to stop the bleeding.

"Has anyone called the doctor?" Wanda hurriedly asked. "Where's your talisman?" She asked when she realised when she didn't see anything hanging around her neck.

"She said she was just taking a walk around the house so she didn't take it." Someone said.

"Fools! I told you so many times to keep the talisman with you..." She scolded as she was worried how the wolf may have found a new target. Pietro began asking the others to bring more light to be able to see the danger more clearly.

"What do you think? I can't really tell anything from the wound alone? Should I search the forest?" I whispered to Miss Romanoff as the rest were focused with the issue in front of them to hear us.

"No wait. We can't make any suspicious moves."

"IT'S THE WRATH OF THE GREAT WEREWOLVES!! The great werewolves have been angered by our letting outsiders disrupt the forest. Outsiders, hurry up and leave!!" She shouted. She holds such power and dominances that even Wanda has to be careful of what she says.

"It only happened because she wasn't wearing her talisman. They wouldn't have attacked Sarah if she was wearing her talisman!" She argued. She knew it was upon her to protect her villagers but if they weren't following her advice, there's nothing she could do.

"Have The Great Werewolves ever laid a hand upon us before?!" Do not forget! The cruelties your ancestors have experienced at the hands of outsiders. You cannot trust those from outside!! Don't forget the grudges of your ancestors!!" The woman reminded the younger harshly without allowing her to butt in.

"Foolish outsiders. You have angered The Great Werewolves." She turned to Miss Romanoff and pointed to her and spoke. "IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT! YOURS!!! Hurry up and leave if you don't want to be torn about by The Great Werewolves!!"

She screamed like a madwoman before leaving the area. Pietro managed the area and told the rest to be aware of their surroundings and not leave their homes before morning.

Everyone was trying to read the tense atmosphere and not say the wrong things in fear of making the already difficult situation worse.

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