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elizais · 9 months ago

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hey elizai!! can u do smthn like what event starts the topic of kids and whether they want them or not with bsd boys? (pref dazai, chuuya, and tecchou! they are cutiesss) thanks !!

"kids?"

featuring.. dazai, chuuya, nd tecchou! warnings.. ?? i don't get to like reader x ----- talking ab having kids, jst bcs i feel like that would set me up for "blah blah blah wouldn't want kids, but blah blah would!!"

in all honesty, osamu and you had never truly thought about kids. maybe intense debates on what names you hated, compared to ones you thought were cute - but other than that? not really.

so, on an average day at the agency a married couple were brought in to talk about something they witnessed the other day. kunikida and tanizaki were going to speak to them and they had to bring along their small children as they didn't have a babysitter for that moment.

it was honestly no biggie for anyone at the agency, a pair of twins might lighten up the dreary wednesday anyways. when they walked in, everyone greeted them (aside from ranpo, who was in another city for a few days.)

a boy by the name of isamu and a girl by the name of hana were left under your supervision with the help of atsushi. their parents were whisked away to the conference room to explain what happened the other day.

"so, what are your names?" atsushi smiled at the pair as you walked over to osamu at his desk. the two didn't seem to respond to the boy who was crouched down at eye level for the children.

hana and isamu wandered over to your boyfriend and you and asked quite a few questions. chipping atsushi's pride slightly at the kids not wanting to speak to him.

hana pulled on your boyfriend's sleeve before asking him "what's your name?" quietly. osamu looked at her, smiling and ruffling her hair, "osamu dazai, and you both?"

"isamu! he's almost got the same name as you!" the girl giggled at her shy brother. the boy seemed to gravitate towards you more than your boyfriend. "hana.. they told us to be quiet whilst they speak to the detectives!" isamu scolded his sister.

"oh, we're not actually detectives!" osamu begun, shocking you with how good he was with kids. "we're superheroes.." he whispered to the two kids.

you giggled as he began making up stories for the two, and them asking off topic questions.

"how is the moon still in the sky when it's daytime, dazai?"

"because i put it there. duh."

"do you and that lady have kids?"

"not right now."

"why are some people blonde and others brunette?"

"because blonde haired people control the weather and brunettes control night and day."

and soon enough, they went home with their parents. but that 'not right now' lingered until you arrived home with osamu. laying on the couch with his arm around your shoulders, he whispered into your hair.

"today was fun with those two." a sentence that he kissed into the crown of your head, a simple hum in response from you. something was on your mind.

"what are you thinking about, love?" he flicked your forehead. "if we had kids.. y'know?" you whispered.

"well i think kyouka does look up to you an awful lot, do you not see that?" he readjusted to face you. sitting cross-legged on the couch facing each other, hands in his, you spoke. "yeah, i do. 'm just thinking. i do love the family at the agency though."

dazai elaborated for you.

"fukuzawa's the grandad with like the secret lore he doesn't tell anyone about.. yosano's the wine aunt.. ranpo is the uncle that gets too into board games.."

you interrupted him, "atsushi's the housecat that racks up a fortune in medical bills."

as dazai was laughing, you added on, "and you and chuuya are the in-laws that end up drunkenly fighting." to which he nodded through laughter.

"yeah but chuuya makes a fortune so we can't frustrate him too much.. he has to pay for the family get-togethers.." he giggled.

chuuya was no stranger to young parents in the port mafia. today was one of the most important days of the year for the port mafia, a big deal was being signed today so all hands had to be on deck to make sure there was no funny business.

he called you in to keep him company while he was bundled up in his office reading over hundreds of pages of paperwork. you were lying on the couch, helping him by rereading what he had read to make sure he hadn't missed anything.

"chuu? do you want a drink?" you asked, finishing another dozen pages.

"if it isn't too much of a hassle, doll." he sighed, looking thankful at your offer. promptly, you stood up and closed the office door behind you and made your way to a staff room on whatever floor his office was on.

you nodded to the stressed workers that saw you, knowing how much chuuya speaks about you to them. you walked into the staff room and saw a young child.

"hello, can you help me, please?" the young boy spoke. chocolate brown hair covering his forehead - he must have not been older than seven. "of course! what do you need, kiddo?" you asked him as you made a cup of coffee.

"my parents work here but they are very busy today so i had to come in, but i don't know where they have gone. can you please help me?" he asked politely, shocking for someone raised with the mafia.

"of course! do you know who their boss is? i can find their boss with you and find your parents." the child thought for a moment at your question, brows furrowed in concentration.

"they said that he's not tall.. orange hair and a hat. i think." he spoke. you snorted in laughter at the description, the child not knowing he was describing your boyfriend.

"yes.. i know him..!" you giggled, offering a hand to the child. you grabbed the cup in your other hand and walked to chuuya's office. you arrived and walked in, opening the door with your back due to both hands being full.

"hey chuu.. i made a friend! do you know his parents, they work under you, love." you asked as you put down his coffee and ruffled his hair. he looked at the kid and laughed at the situation you were in.

"hey shoyo, your parents brought you in today?" he asked, clearly having met the kid before. shoyo nodded and chuuya looked back to you.

"his dad should be in office 17f." he smiled at you, he looked at the kid again, still holding your hand. "do you want me to check where your mother is, she might be with kouyou?" he asked the boy.

"no, thank you mister. i'll hang out with my dad. he thinks you're really cool, by the way!" the kid smiled up at your boyfriend, the interaction made your heart melt.

"does he now? let him know i will approve his vacation request then." chuuya winked, chuckling at the conversation.

maybe when you two go home you are both laughing a little harder at videos of kids, or smile a little brighter at cute photos.

your boyfriend, tecchou, has a day off today. and you had promised your friend that you would watch over her kid for a few hours. koushi was a quiet kid and already knew you, so it would be dead easy.

however, you didn't want to miss out this day with suehiro. so, he came along with you. you explained to him koushi didn't talk much but was sweet, so it would just be making sure that he doesn't accidentally hurt himself whilst his parents aren't home.

"how old is he?" suehiro asked, driving the car towards their house. "eight, i think. you two will get along, don't worry." you reassured him.

you decided to not tell him yet that the kid was very similar to him and had his own ant farm. koushi also adored the hunting dogs, so you knew once you got the two quiet boys talking they would get along brilliantly.

once you arrived, you opened the door with your spare key and greeted the kid, your slightly timid boyfriend following you. "hey koushi! i brought 'hiro!" you chimed, the blonde boy holding out his hand to shake suehiro's. his parents had already left, knowing you would be just a few minutes behind them. you watched over koushi every couple weeks anyways.

suehiro did not expect the boy to be this polite yet he shook his hand nonetheless. "hello" your boyfriend spoke. you decided to ease up their awkwardness as you took off your shoes and put them in their respective caddy.

"so.. koushi.." you began, both of the boys looking at you as you walked to the living room that belonged to your friend, who wasn't here right now. "still got that ant farm?" you asked. knowing your boyfriend's face just lit up even though you weren't looking at him.

"yes!" koushi gestured for the two of you to sit down as he ran to his room to get his ant farm, clearly excited with his interest on the insects.

'hiro turned to you as you sat down. "you didn't tell me he likes ants!" he whispers, eyes wide. you nodded with a grin on your face, "he also thinks the hunting dogs are the coolest people ever.." you sang, knowing the kid will freak out when tecchou starts talking about his job.

when koushi carefully comes back down, holding a kid's ant farm, tecchou speaks up. "you know, ants have two stomachs. one is to hold food for themselves and the other is for sharing food with other ants." tecchou says, admiring the colony of ants the boy has brought downstairs.

then, the pair continue talking about ants for hours until koushi's parents come home. his mother thanks you and his father asks tecchou about any upcoming missions.

"just a lot of paperwork left over from the last one." tecchou smiles at the older man. "the less fascinating side of being a hunting dog, i suppose!" the father jokes. koushi gasps.

"you've been here, for five hours.. and i didn't know you're a hunting dog?!" koushi stares up at him with wide eyes. your friend invites you to stay for dinner, koushi not wanting you to leave because he wants tecchou to tell him everything about being a hunting dog.

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every-bad-thing · 2 years ago

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You Run Out of Sky

(modified from "Stars glitter in the night sky above Earth's atmospheric glow" by NASA Johnson is licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 2.0.) On a clear, cold night you notice: the sky is missing some stars. There are still thousands and thousands and thousands, of course. But some seem strangely absent. Like Orion's Belt: everything else is there, but the center belt piece isn't. Or the Big Dipper: there were only three stars in the handle. And the North Star was nowhere to be found. There must be some light obscuring them, you think, maybe reflected off the moon. But a few nights pass, and though the moon gets slimmer, the stars never return. Maybe it's your angle. That must be it. So, just to be sure, you walk around for a while. You still can't see them. In fact, you notice even more stars missing: Orion doesn't even have a belt anymore, and the Big Dipper lost another star in its handle. You start taking pictures of the night sky regularly. Looking through them all a few weeks later confirms what you suspected. It's tough to see, but every night there are fewer stars. One may be there one night, but the next it's just an empty black space. From what you can tell, about four or five stars disappear per night. Which of course leaves all the rest that still fill the sky, but that doesn't mean you're not concerned.

You do what most people do today and search the Internet to see if anyone else has seen this. You find an academic paper--a whole series of academic papers, really--written by scientists talking about this very thing. This is how you find out this has apparently been going on for the past two years. There have already been several conferences on the matter, and the EU formed a task force to investigate it last February. How did you never find out about this? Well, you reason, you never searched for whether the stars are disappearing from the night sky before either. You just kind of assumed, like everyone else besides these scientists apparently, they weren't.

With some effort you read the papers and find out that the scientists have no idea why this is happening either. Maybe some chain reaction caused by a dying star? Maybe rogue black holes? Maybe anti-matter? Maybe some devastating alien war? Maybe a massive star-eating space creature? There's a lot of theories. No facts. And absolutely no clue on what to do about it, or even if there is anything that can be done about it or should be done about it. No one really knows anything.

( "Stars in the Night Sky" by thecrazyfilmgirl is licensed under CC BY 2.0. ) A few more months pass and more stars are gone from the sky. You keep taking pictures. Now it seems stars are disappearing about ten or fifteen at a time. Whole constellations are wiped out. The night sky is now pocked with empty voids like holes in a sheet. One day you watch a bunch of scientists on the news saying they still don't know why the stars are vanishing. The reporter looks surprised and says wait a minute, the stars are vanishing? And the scientists look back and ask how did you not know about this? We've been working on this problem for almost three years! There's over 120 peer reviewed articles on the subject, there's another conference planned in Geneva next March, we're forming a consortium with astronomers in China and the US, like, how is this all news? The reporter shrugs.

A year passes. The sky is a lot more empty than it was before and it's getting emptier. At this point there are maybe half as many as there used to be. Hundreds are going missing every single night. They seem to go in clumps now, whole sections of the sky emptied out at once. You've been following this on the news pretty intensely. But every time you mention it to someone else--at a party or at work or chatting with someone on line at the grocery store--they're always so surprised. The stars? They're really disappearing? Sometimes it happens at night and you can actually point it out to them. Whenever you do, their eyes always go wide and they always say they never really noticed before. They usually ask, do the scientists know what's going on? You tell them that the consortium, which now includes scientists from all over the world, has managed to rule out a lot of theories (like, it can't be black holes because we don't see light bending near the sites of the disappearances) but don't really have solid answers. Maybe at the next conference in Sao Paolo.

Another year passes and the sky is almost completely empty, just a small sprinkling of stars left remaining. And then, one night, there were none at all. This is the point where, suddenly, everyone is starts freaking out, and asking what does this mean, and what do they do, and why did no one tell them, why are they just finding out about this now. Some people, including yourself, say they've known about this for years and there's been all sorts of things written about it, but they are seen as annoying and not listened to at all. Because why would they? The stars are gone and all those scientists that everyone said was so smart couldn't do nothin' about it neither, people tend to say in different ways. Where'd all those smarts getcha? Huh? Because those stars are gone!

They lash out because they're scared and confused, not because they're really mean people (with exceptions, of course). Still, they do have a point. What now? There's no more stars except our own, apparently the last star in existence. Everything else is a dark and empty void. Telescopes pick up nothing. Radio scans pick up nothing. Heat maps show just a uniform cold darkness. Why were we last? Was it something to do with our star, our solar system, us? Or was it completely random? The scientists had no answers. But they knew, soon, they'd have at least one. Because now that ours is the only star left, it's only a matter of time before whatever got all the others comes for ours too. And as much as people everywhere develop a sick feeling of cosmic dread, they're at least looking forward to finally finding out what it is.

Until then, however, all anyone can do is wait. It will come eventually. Whatever it is. Every Terrible Thing That Could Possibly Ever Happen will return. Eventually.

#short story #cosmic horror #unknown space #society #void

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zorkaya-moved · 1 year ago

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@alchemiasaturnalis

"I found another elemental of Natural Disaster and things didn't go as well as I hoped for. Unlike other NDs I've met, this one was far more aggressive in our initial meeting," Zarina didn't look back at Saturnus, not really wishing for him to see the look in her golden eyes as she stared outside. As if remembering the uncomfortable memory, she cracked her neck, sighing out at the relief it brought.

The night sky was beautiful today, the Moon shined prettily and brightly. It's been a bit too long since she was back at the Il Vuoto mansion to see her beloved, but events transpired and they were not pretty. Her body still remembered the impact of the fight, but it wasn't something she'd simply explain to the other. Her injuries were already healed and there was nothing left. She was an elemental of natural disaster, after all. A fucking monster.

"But what about you?" Zarina changed the subject immediately (how unlike her), finally looking at the man who remained sitting at his table. It didn't seem like much happened, but she could be wrong. "How your family has been?"

#a long overdue starter lolol #alchemiasaturnalis #❄ ― IN CHARACTER. ╱ you breathe by the sun，i breathe by the moon.

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sereinegemini · 4 years ago

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Two Dark Princes ₊⋆ ☾

— Chapter II

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader x Theodore Nott // Cedric Diggory x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Two years after Harry Potter defeated the Dark Lord during the Triwizard Tournament, Hogwarts and most of the Wizarding World has returned to normal. But, F/n’s mundane life is flipped upside down after she learns that two of her best friends, Draco and Theo, are secretly in love with her. When this knowledge begins to affect her relationships, she is faced with difficult decisions, each one laced with promised heartache and the potential to awaken an unexpected darkness.

Warnings: cursing, anxiety, mention of underage drinking

Hogwarts

Saturday, April 19, 1997

Most of the partygoers were lounging on the floor pillows or intertwined on the couches, chatting amongst themselves with drinks already in hand. There was music drifting through the room from somewhere you couldn’t quite pinpoint, and a few groups of people were swaying along to it. Some kept stealing glances your way, as if waiting for something to happen.

You glowered at the three boys behind you, “‘nd what’s this?”

“Did you honestly think we’d let your birthday pass without some celebration?” Theo asked, seemingly unphased by your mood.

Before you could bite back a retort, a hand settled comfortingly on your shoulder. You looked over to find Cedric and pouted, “Did you play a part in this?”

He held his hands up in defense, “I didn’t know ‘bout it ‘til you left an’ Fletchley started putting everything together.”

“You put Fletchley in charge?” you asked, shocked by the choice.

Draco shrugged, displaying his usual bored facade, “He was the first Hufflepuff t’pass me in the hall that I recognized. Plus, I could tell I’d be able to get him to do whatever I said.”

“So what, you threatened him into throwing a party?”

“I wouldn’t put it like that, I prefer…persuaded.” he chuckled darkly.

You scoffed at him and turned on your heel towards the stairs, needing to go somewhere—anywhere—quiet to calm down. Despite how it might look, you weren’t mad. Just overwhelmed. Which is why you hadn’t wanted a party in the first place. Crowds of people were just too much; the slew of voices and laughter all blurring into one muffled roar.

You made it to the first landing before Cedric grabbed your hand, “F/n, wait..”

Facing him, you allowed him to take in the frustrated tears coating your eyes before asking, “Why can’t they just listen, Ced?”

The strain in your voice was like a punch to his gut. “Because they’d tear apart the sky if it meant they could give you the moon, not realizing the stars are your favorite part.”

As much as he hated to admit it, it was the truth. They cared about you so much that it blinded them from seeing that you didn’t want them to give you the world.

The fact they wanted to was gift enough for you.

Sighing through your nose, you buried your face in his chest. He held you to him, running his fingers along your spine. “”m gonna get some air ‘nd think, ‘lright?”

“‘Course, babe. Go ‘ave a breather an’ we’ll finish the day on a better note, yeah?”

You pulled away to give him a tired smile, “Yeah, sounds good.”

Placing a kiss on your forehead, he allowed you to escape his grasp. All four boys watched you pointedly walk past the Slytherins without even a glance, slipping through the entrance to the quieting castle beyond.

Cedric returned to them after a moment and, despite his detest for the act, Theo asked him: “Where’s she off to?”

“Said she was gonna get some air and calm down. I think today’s been a bit much.”

Draco frowned, the feeling that this was his fault weighing down on him. He and Theo had known you’d be upset. You’d made it very clear a party was not something you wanted. But they’d convinced themselves you’d forgive them; appreciate them wanting to celebrate you in a big way that you deserved. That clearly wasn’t the case.

“I’ll go find ‘er.”

Cedric gave him a hesitant look, which bugged Draco even further. Did he not think he could comfort his best friend? So he tightly added, “I caused this. I want to fix it.”

His tone took Cedric off guard. He’d always tried his best to accept your friendship, but could never quite get past the Draco they’d all known at the beginning of school. The Draco and attitude the boy still put on as a mask when it suited him, especially—Cedric had noticed—when it came to you. The Draco that stood in front of him now. “‘lright, mate.” is all Cedric said.

A look briefly crossed Draco’s face before he buried it, but Cedric didn’t miss it and swore it’d said something along the lines of I’m not your mate.

Without another word, Draco strode from the room, unable to stand another minute with Cedric. While he knew in another life perhaps they would’ve been friends—maybe bonding over Quidditch—that wasn’t reality. In this life Draco had been born to a Death Eater and raised to hide behind a mask of privilege and power, to wield his tongue as a weapon just as much as his wand. Never to let anyone see the boy underneath the mask.

In this life he was madly in love with Cedric’s girlfriend. His thoughts constantly filled with her. And Draco couldn’t stand him.

Once Draco was gone, Theo pushed down his own worry and settled on a distraction for now. He’d find his own way to apologize to you. “Well, might as well not let this party go to waste?” He poured himself a drink.

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Draco had an idea of where you’d gone. And so, he made the long track up from the basement to the Astronomy Tower, hoping his instinct was correct. While he’d never been up there with you, he was confident the open night air and quietude would make it a place you’d drift to. Like it’d once been for him.

The castle itself was quiet except for the rare footsteps, most likely a professor or some student hurrying back to their common room before curfew. Even the paintings were already fast asleep in their frames, their usual murmuring no longer flitting through the halls.

Once Draco finally climbed the tower stairs he paused with his hand on the knob, trying his best to bury his own anxiety. He’d upset you before, but you knew him. You knew the attitude and pureblood arrogance he sometimes let slip free. But this time was different. You weren’t upset because he was rude. You were upset because he had allowed his feelings to guide his actions, rather than taking yours into account.

And he didn’t know how to apologize for simply being too in love with you.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed open the door and wasn’t sure whether or not he was grateful for the creak that announced his presence. You turned at the noise, and when your eyes locked he was sure relief would’ve rushed through him at your calm expression if it hadn’t been for the fact his heart raced at every bit of attention you granted him.

He was wholly and unapologetically yours.

“Draco–”

“Hey..” For the first time since the day he met you, Draco was at a loss for words.

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Third Year

Wednesday, September 1, 1993

“If you don’t close your mouth y’might catch a Lacewing Fly.”

Draco jumped from his daze, glaring at the dark-haired boy beside him, “Shut up, Theo.”

The boy laughed, his gaze following Draco’s. “She is pretty, isn’t she?”

“I guess.” Draco feigned disinterest, although he’d clearly been gawking at the girl in the carriage in front of them.

“I think I’ll talk to ‘er when we arrive.” Theo smirked, fully aware how the comment would bother his friend.

Draco clenched his jaw, but decided not to play along, instead folding his arms across his chest and observing the girl once more. Her h/c hair swayed gently with the wind and Draco thought he’d never seen a prettier color, which confused him. Never in his life had he noticed the various shades in someone's hair or even the way the wind ruffled it. Those things were for lovers and fools, and he’d certainly never been in love. And he certainly wasn’t now. He’d never even met the girl. So why was he sitting here enchanted by the way her yellow tie complimented her hair and skin, as if every inch of her embodied her House?

His stomach fluttered at the way she smiled at her friends, immersed in the conversation. And wished one day she’d talk to him like that; with a giant grin that seemed—to him—brighter than the sun itself.

“I think I might become a poet.” Theo joked, and Draco glanced over to find him watching the girl with the same look of wonder he imagined he wore on his own face.

“You’d be shit at it.” Draco said, annoyance lacing his words.

Theo simply grinned back, used to Draco’s attitude.

Both boys continued watching the girl, and before they knew it the carriages were stopping in front of the castle. “I’m gonna talk to ‘er first!” Theo announced, jumping from their carriage before it’d even come to a complete stop.

Draco rolled his eyes at the foolish act, but wasn’t worried about Theo reaching the girl before him, as he’d intended him to be. Instead, he was trying to steady his racing heart. Never before had he been nervous to talk to anyone. And yet here he was, worrying about what he was going to say to some girl.

Sighing, he got out of the carriage and went to find Theo, who was talking enthusiastically to the girl when Draco came up to them. She was watching him intently while he spoke, a shy smile on her lips, but was picking at the skin of her thumb. Draco hoped they weren’t making her nervous.

“Oh! And this is–”

“Draco.” the girl stated simply, as if it was a fact that needn’t even be acknowledged.

Draco’s heart fell. If she knew his name, she most likely had the same impression of him as everyone else.

He opened his mouth to respond, but couldn’t form the words. It was odd, really. He was used to his peers detesting him, but the idea that this girl might think he was a massive prat felt like swallowing a stone. And it left him speechless.

But she was not glaring at him like the rest of the school did. Nor was she judging him for standing there with his mouth open like an idiot. No, she was watching him patiently with a kindness not even his mother had ever shown him.

And, as if she knew what it was like to struggle talking to a stranger, she offered him a smile, “I’m F/n L/n.”

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You patted the floor. “Come, sit with me.”

Draco reluctantly crossed the room and sat down, making sure to leave some space between you. He’d never been sure how you felt about him touching you, always letting you initiate contact first. There wasn’t a rhyme or reason to it, but if he was honest perhaps he was just scared of you pulling away.

It didn’t matter though, you almost never sat directly next to him unless you physically had to. Instead you’d lean up against Theo or even sit right on his lap.

He pushed down the jealousy rushing through his veins. He needed to focus on what he’d come here to do. “‘m really sorry.” Draco blurted out before the words had the chance to lodge in his throat, looking out at the sky rather than at you.

“For what?”

“Going against what y’wanted…and neglecting your anxiety. As your friends we should protect you from those situations, not put you in them. You ‘ave to know we didn’t mean to upset you, that’s never our intention. All we want is to make you happy.” He finally turned to you, a layer of tears glossing his eyes, “Y’mean so much to us, F/n. So much to me.”

You gaped at him; this boy who’d always made sure there was a barrier between him and the world. Between him and you. And you couldn’t grasp the idea that Draco was crying simply because he believed he’d upset you.

“Draco–” You went to wrap your arms around his neck, thrilled that for the first time in your friendship he was being completely open with you.

He stiffened when you hugged him, caught off guard by the leg placed between his own for support. You were basically on top of him and Draco couldn’t stop the hammering of his heart. Nor could he stop the urge to kiss you as you pulled away, confused why he wasn’t hugging you back. And in the blink of an eye, without even thinking about it, Draco cupped the sides of your face and connected your lips.

And Draco Malfoy was kissing you.

His heart, however, had no time to skip a beat at the feeling of his lips finally against yours. Because—as quickly as he’d kissed you—you were pushing him away with a hand on his chest, whispering, “Draco, no..”

Instead, Draco’s heart cracked, sure that this time he’d truly screwed everything up. “Sorry.” he said, pushing you from his lap.

You opened your mouth to say something. To erase the brokenness in his eyes—one you hadn’t seen since the end of fourth year when his father was sent to Azkaban with the rest of the Death Eaters. But Draco, who was once again pointedly looking away from you, said in a deadpan tone, “I should go.” Without another word he stood and left the room, the slam of the door the only sign of the emotions he’d now shut away.

Left alone on the floor, you raised a hand to graze along your lips and the warmth that still lingered there. You stared unseeing at the door, not thinking of Cedric, as you had when Draco kissed you. No, you were thinking of the way your heart had pounded when your best friend’s lips had met yours. And how a part of you craved for him to do it again.

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sufi-heart · 2 years ago

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A DREAM

Asleep: A storm blew through my emptiness,

reminding me of pleasures now long past.

You flashed your eyes. O Moon! They pierced my chest.

You spoke the words, and so my heart was blessed.

You filled me with desire, gave me a taste.

When you drew near, I smiled at your embrace.

A beggar, I gave thanks to be so base.

My master, you gave me your noble grace!

You sang to me at night: You taught me well.

You came: That was the end of me. I fell.

Then, when you left , my hair turned white as well.

We’ll never part. Our union’s here today.

Your love raised me so high, as just you may.

But when you came, I was your hunted prey.

You shot your arrow—you killed me that day.

Th at death was my cure and my salvation.

You’re a Moon of bright stars! Crown on display,

you rose in the East, changed night into day.

A victory! I woke and saw my Lord!

My soul! Look up! and now take your reward.

My eyes! He’s gone. You blinked, and he broke free.

He veiled his face in anger, ran from me.

I am a lover, sick with love, trembling—

a comet in the sky, a refugee.

You, the one who sees, whom I cannot see,

sleep left my eyes. My heart cannot be free.

And so, I yearn and wander the dark night.

I stay awake to fi nd your mystery.

RUMI

LOVE IS MY SAVIOR

THE ARABIC POEMS OF RUMI

Translated and edited by

Nesreen Akhtarkhavari and Anthony A. Lee

#spiritually #spiritual #love #spirituality #spiritualawakening #meditation #spiritualjourney #spirit #sufi #sufism #soul #therapy #music #mentalhealth #meditation #rumi #love #prayer #health #wellbeing #selflove #spiritualhealing #spiritualgrowth #spiritualpath #awakening #spiritualist #inspiration #mindfulness.

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oflgtfol · 4 years ago

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ok im actually gonna collect all the dialogue of the et in arcadia ego posts here

strike through text indicates any edits, in order to preserve the original message but keep up to date on what it currently says

Is that why you carry that thing around?

Oh, my God!

Pocked flesh and malicious bones. Is this a dream?

A night drive across intersidereal space, and we’d be home.

The life of the dead is set in the memory of the living.

outside, on the threshold of no man’s land.

Soon.

Is it you?

Live today as if eternity with Christ will begin today.

There may be more beautiful times, but this one is ours.

That night, I took the bus to the end of the line. He was waiting there. How did he know? How did I know? He told me the story. I know the secret. And now you will too.

You. I will see you when there is no light.

It is already late. Do you see the moon? There will be no night.

This room. I have not been here in years. I remember this place. It never existed. But I found a way back.

The moonlight faded. But no sun replaced it. A map appeared that night. And so did it. The place it leads to. You must find it. You must find me.

No, Chihiro, you did very well. Now listen. I’ll tell you what to do. If you stay here, they’ll find you. I’ll distract them while you get away. No, don’t go! Stay with me, please.

“Where the first half of the triangle is hidden. “You must be there at the exact moment... “of the second phase of the planetary alignment. “You must hurry. You have very little time. “And as the planets move into alignment... “the world will be in great danger... “for the secret society known as the illuminati... “devious, dangerous men... “who seek to fulfill an ancient prophecy by reuniting the two halves... “and attaining the triangle’s awesome and terrible powers.

I saw you dim the moon. Did you not want to be seen? I know what’s happening. Who are you? Are we really ready?

Are these roads or illusions? Oh, my good child! Do you dream or do you live? Who amongst us holds the key? Only the night knows.

There, in the distance. Humming. Is it a hum? Is it a city? With my eyes I see a city. And hear the hum in a certain key.

?????????

Like pages torn from a book. Between night and day, we wobble and think of nought. Between night and day, we chase inkhorns and loaves.

Listen. The night is here. It is alone. You are not late. Red fish swim to dead ends. The sound of the howling wind. A forgotten friend.

One thought. Of tinctures and birds. Part of a whole. Like searching for feathers. Do you see me? The first me? The second me? Or just the darkness behind me?

Parts of a whole. Six holy words. Three steps to the zone. A beacon in the night. The alternate light.

I rose from the fire. In the darkness, I am real. The dreamer is in the circular ruins. Every midnight, I hear the call. The two of us, here. The fire and the caller.

Once, we could hear them. Across the divide. Every word. Of struggle, of hope. The great time passes, the great world remains. The gods become silent.

I saw the fire. It began as the earth grew. Walking towards the moon. Relying only on the late hour. I went beyond the horizon. For want of a map, the sky was lost. The world was lost. They say the sun is something new. But I did know it. I could not comprehend it.

We find solace in the stars. Made by the divine intruder. We put them in our pockets.

The map is made of living things. The intruder once lived among us. There, by the border. It is hard to remember now. In a different life, we met at the zone. A city now surrounded by the divide. Well, now it rests. The intruder. The river. But who can remember?

There are dangerous forces. Jackrabbits and hyenas. We move through time and space. We rendezvous at midnight. As the world shifts again.

The sky is empty. The fire fills the invisible streets. They circle us. But whose circle is bigger? They stole the moon. But is there another? There is a city this darkness can’t hide.

Our story is infinite. Our paths are crossed. We search. For ourselves. For the others. Lost and untethered. Can you hear my words? Can I hear theirs?

I am like the spider. I weave my life, and then move along in it. I am like the dreamer. Who drrams. And then lives inside the dream.

Something has happened. Time hides and the world stops. And I wait nestled in between. O leafy oaks, give shade. To the quiet bones here laid.

The story read itself to me. Unwitnessed by waking eyes. When the night falls, who will you be? An entire world on fire inside me. Delivering a message for them to see.

Are we interconnected? I can hear your silence. At the end of the world, who will I see? You or me? Which one of us lives in invisible cities?

Where is the world? What is the world? It is so close you can almost taste it. Knowledge is what you seek. There is a great change taking place. You will soon know the long-kept secrets of this land.

the red words strung together form:

Carry my bones dream across the threshold. Soon it will be night. You already have the map. Did you find me? Where is the world? I know who you are. Good night. There is a city with the key. ????????? Between wobble and nought, between inkhorns and loaves. Listen to the wind. One part. You see the second behind me? Parts of a whole. Six words, three in the alternate. I am the midnight caller. Hear the word of the gods. I began walking, relying on a map I did not comprehend. Find the intruder. There is a city by the river. A-J-V-A-Z. Empty streets circle the city. Search for the lost words. Am I the dreamer? Something hides here. Read the entire message. Connect the cities. You know the secrets.

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#brot posts #guy fieri #guy fieri arg #im doing this bc i spent so long looking st the red words #but i think the rest of the dialogue is also important #long post

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shinebrite97 · 3 years ago

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Part 7

read part 6 here

Yuri placed her pencil down when the first note landed on her desk, folded into a firm triangle, she carefully unfolded it, untucking corners to see Mammon's sharp handwriting. What did Lord Diavolo want from u yesterday? Did ya get in trouble??? Yuri scoffed, quickly writing back and following his folds to return it to the original shape. Flicking it off her desk and letting it slide across the space between then until it skittered to a stop at his shoe. He picked it up, and she stared ahead, paying half of her attention to the lecture and the other half to the discreet sound of paper unfolding. Wouldn't you like to know, money boy? She even went as far as to draw a winking smile. Mammon growled, baring one canine as he did so. She smiled, turning her attention back to her summoning notes. This ain't over, human. The voice was in her head now. One of the perks of a pact, she'd found, being able to communicate telepathically. It was great, at least, until they caught on.

She wondered how long she'd be able to keep this secret. Did Diavolo even want it a secret?

There would have to be some level of PDA, she accepted that. The small amount so far had been reasonable.

But what about when things progress?

Would there be an official announcement to the house of Lamentation, would Lucifer catch them hugging at the door? Would they need to stage a kiss for someone to catch them in the act? Would it become a scandal? The demon prince dating the human exchange student a couple thousand years his junior?

She remembered the things Diavolo said the day she agreed. He'd already had Barbatos lay the groundwork for rumors, so it wouldn't be long before some inquiries would be made and they'd be interviewed.

"Hey, Yuri!" She perked up, suddenly snapped from her thoughts to see Beelzebub standing at her desk.

"We're presenting." He said. She nodded, standing up and walking with him to where Mammon stood, tapping his toes and checking an imaginary watch.

"You doin' okay, space cadet?" He asked.

"Yeah." She replied.

"You first, Yuri."' Beelzebub whispered.

"Right!"

By the end of class, Yuri exhaled a sigh of relief as she gathered her notebook and pen, starting when a gentle finger tapped her shoulder.

"Beel?" She asked, turning around.

"Let's eat outside today," he said.

"Okay!"

They weren't long in the cafeteria, at least it wasn't long for Yuri to pick up a tray with boarback, rice, and soup and she waited only a few extra minutes for Beelzebub to perfect his grasp on four lunch trays each piled high with a bit of every offering.

He walked closely behind her, guiding her out the doors and to a grassy patch in the courtyard where Diavolo's favorite mirage flower blooms caught the light of the moon in the sky. Beel didn't say a word until two of the trays were empty and pushed to the side. By the third he managed to slow down enough to start up a conversation.

"So Yuri," he said, leaning back and crunching on a blackened apple. "Where were you last night?"

"I was with Lord Diavolo." She replied.

"Why?"

"He's...tutoring me." She cringed at the rise of the end of her sentence, sounding more like a question than a statement. Shaking her head, she quickly stabbed a piece of her boarback and chewed silently.

"Okay…" he replied wearily.

"It's Thursday, right?" She asked after a moment. Beel nodded into a bowl of noodles now, lips curled to slurp them up.

"I'm on dinner duty tonight," She said. "Any ideas on what I should make?"

"So you're actually going to be home tonight?" Beel sassed back. "No tutoring tonight?"

"Leave me be!" She squeaked. Beelzebub smiled, poking her side.

"How about we go shopping after class," he said. "I'll even help you in the kitchen tonight."

Ending the day with Devildom History, knowing she was going shopping with Beelzebub afterwards, was a new kind of hell for Yuri and her lack of attention span.

But as she opened her notebook to a clean page, she noticed the last page of writing from the night before. Filled from top to bottom with her handwriting, small print to fit more information per line, names of the last ten generations of Lord Diavolo's family tree. His handwriting mixed with hers, adding tidbits or spellings when she'd messed up, and helpful pronunciations for when she met these relatives.

It put a new sense of purpose in her concentration. Even this boring history class could boost her royalty training.

She opened to a clean page, taking out a few pens in case one ran out midway through, and wrote down every word she could process.

Devildom politics, origins of street names, the original bartering system, myths about the previous crowned kings.

She'd take it all to Diavolo the next time she saw him, hoping to get more explanations over dinner or tea.

When do I see him again, anyway?

Yuri shook herself out of thoughts, continuing to write until her fingers cramped, shaking them out just enough to loosen it.

The lecture had given way to discussion, as it normally did toward the end of the lesson, and some of the older demons tossed out reminiscence about Devildom in its heyday.

"Have you heard the rumors surrounding his Majesty?" Someone asked.

"He's going to be crowned soon!" Another voice piped up. Yuri looked back, recognizing the horns on one dark eyed demon. Satan's friend, though he wouldn't admit it. Mephistopheles. A bit of a class clown, but has information on the comings and goings of everyone in the devildom.

"You hear that he's got a piece of ass on the side?" Someone else asked.

"Lucky them!"

"Probably some succubus who's only with him for his money."

Or a friend who wants to see him succeed…

She bit her tongue behind her closed lips, trying to maintain her poker face as her classmates unknowingly called her a floozie.

"Now now, that's enough." The instructor said. "We have more to cover…"

That class couldn't have ended any sooner. Yuri sighed as she packed up her books, shoulder the black messenger bag Satan had bought her back when she returned, she looked up when Beelzebub entered her line of vision.

"C'mon, before Mammon spots us." He winked, extending an arm for her to hold onto, leading her out the door and down the hall to the main entry.

They snacked on crepes while they shopped, Beelzebub dropped things into the basket, taking it from Yuri when it became too heavy for her to hold, and took her hand once he'd finished his snack.

"Beel!" She squeaked. "Why are you tapping my palm? It tickles!" She squirmed to break free of his hold, but he tapped her once more and then lifted her up by the waist, carrying her like a sack of flour and listened to that bright giggle as he swung her around.

"Okay, put me down!" She huffed. "I know your strong."

"You're cute Yuri," he smiled. "Like a stuffed animal."

"A stuffed animal with bones that are digging into my skin!"

Beel laughed as he entered the checkout line, easing her onto her feet.

On solid ground, Yuri took a moment to check her DDD, seeing some new devilgram posts, a part time job application for Hell's Kitchen, and a new text.

"It's...Lord Diavolo," she said.

"Missing a tutoring session?" Beel asked.

"We didn't have anything planned today." She mumbled.

Please come to the student council office first thing tomorrow morning.

Yuri's heart sank. His words felt so formal and distant, worlds different from the Diavolo the night before.

Yes sir.

She clicked the device off and stood silently beside Beelzebub who moved up as the line shortened, taking a moment to glance down at her.

"Hey," he said softly. "What's going on?"

"I don't know." He replied. "He just said to go to the student council office tomorrow morning."

"Do you want one of us to go with you?" He asked.

"I should be fine," she said. "It might be about tutoring."

"Sure."

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

There wasn't much else said as they returned to the House of Lamentation, and Yuri knew it was mainly because he was more focused on getting dinner prepared and eating again instead of how awkward things became in line when she clammed up talking about Diavolo.

They worked side by side, her holding up spoonfuls of simmering sauce or chopsticks with dark venison to give Beel a taste and letting him add seasonings as he liked.

What followed was a typically rowdy meal where everyone noticed how quiet she was, and as the meal wound down, and Leviathan took to the kitchen for cleanup, Yuri noticed that Lucifer stayed behind. Nursing a cup of black coffee and reading a ledger.

"Yuri," he said. "I wanted to ask you about your day."

"It was fine," she said. "How about yours?"

"Busy," he replied. "But I couldn't help but notice that you've barely said a word since you've returned. Not even Mammon and his obnoxious behavior got a reaction from you. So what's wrong?"

"I don't know…"

"I am assuming this has to do with Lord Diavolo," he said. "I'm a smart being, Yuri, you have plenty of tells when something is bothering you, and the other night was out of character for both of you."

"With all due respect, Lucifer. I'm not really sure how much I'm allowed to say right now."

"And that response only worries me more."

"I know you are only trying to keep me alive," she said. "So I can tell you this much. I'm fine. I'm safe. Lord Diavolo wouldn't hurt me, and that's not what's happening."

"I don't like being left out of things," he said. "Especially when it comes to Lord Diavolo or a member of my household. And as you fall into one of those categories, this is very disconcerting."

"I'm sorry, Lucifer," She said. "I will explain everything once I have permission to."

"Humans are so strange." He mused. "Such a code of honor to them, and a will that is unbelievably fragile. I wonder if I could use my power on you faster than you could use yours on me."

"Or you could just trust me."

One thin black brow rose over those ruby eyes, ND after a moment the mood shifted, the tension dissolved, and Yuri smiled. His face softened and the corner of his lip lifted into a smirk.

Their dynamic had become way more of a power balance since she returned. She chose to believe it was his love language.

"Well, I see you are not the lost little lamb you once were," He said. "You never fail to amuse me, Yuri. But I suppose I can grant you this. You have the rest of this week to settle things and then I expect an answer for this strange behavior."

"Thanks, Lucifer."

Diavolo stood facing the open window in his bedroom in his robe, gazing more at his DDD than the glistening moon outside.

Yes sir.

The text seemed so cold. So unlike Yuri. No emojis or cute stickers.

And since when does she call me sir?

He wanted to see her again, but didn't want to seem overbearing. He'd gotten a call that day about an interview for his upcoming celebrations, and to introduce this special someone who'd stolen his heart.

It was the first of many interviews, steps to take in order to advance seamlessly.

This was where their acting mattered. The make or break for this plan.

But now it seemed she was angry. What had happened during the day to garner such a response?

#obey me! shall we date?#obey me diavolo #fanfiction #part 7 #Obey me!#friends to lovers #slowburn

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hosh-rubaa · 1 year ago

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–Moonlit magic painted in the sky's embrace ♡☆

#Moonlit #moon #selenophile #sky aesthetic #sky #sky pictures #today's moon nd sky #aesthetic moodboard #mood bored #nature #desiblr

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crystalbahamut · 3 years ago

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play by night

FFXIV Write Day 5: Extra Credit (Legacy)

Summary: As the Warrior of Light, you think you know what future generations will think of you– if they even do. But perhaps you don’t see the full picture.

Author’s note: Today is pick your own prompt day and I had the hardest time of this one by far, but the word ‘legacy’ has been bouncing around in my head for a few weeks now, so I gave it my best shot.

Warnings: Depression, Shadowbringers spoilers, Facet of Crafting questline spoilers, unspecified WoL, multi-talented WoL, musician WoL, 2nd person, slight WoL/Exarch but mostly WoL & Exarch (I think) (this one is going to be hard to tag on AO3 oof)

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“That was lovely.”

You look up from your lute and see the Crystal Exarch standing by you. Not for the first time you wonder how he always manages to step so softly that he’s constantly coming across you unawares. It’s more than just being quiet; your…profession, should you call it that…means that you’re often conscious of how someone’s presence feels, and you can generally tell when someone is about to get close, as your shoulder blades draw in and your back goes straight whether the stranger is a barmaid or an assassin.

Except for the Exarch, who somehow has more patience than the former and is far more dangerous than the latter. You’re supposed to be his one last hope for the world; it probably doesn’t speak well of you that this one man can always catch you off your guard.

“Good evening Exarch.” You look around to make sure you’re alone. “I hope you aren’t here about a noise complaint.”

His lips actually part for his smile. How surprisingly expressive. “Not at all.” He gestures at the grass next to you. “May I join you?”

You open your arm wide over all the space he could possibly sit, and he chooses a respectable distance from you, remaining close without being overly so. “I was out for a walk,” he says as he settles. “Even with the eternal light blurring the lines between sleeping and waking, this area can be quite peaceful.”

“When someone isn’t making a racket,” you say with an attempt to line your tone with humor, and move to set your instrument aside.

The Exarch, though, looks deadly serious when he places a hand over the strings to stop you. “My friend, if you do not feel comfortable that I can hear you play then I will slip back into the night and never be seen again. Pray, do not stop on my account.”

You tilt your head to one side and, despite your mood, smile ever so slightly. “You know, for such a normally straightforward man, you can be quite dramatic.”

He smiles again. And again, it is more natural than the closed mouth enigmatic expression you’re used to seeing. “I prefer…‘enthusiastic.’” He nods his head in approval as you take your lute back and start strumming absently. “And perhaps it is due to the usual incompatibility of our schedules, but…I have never seen you so relaxed, and I would not take that from you.”

You pick at the strings, making notes too sharp and brash, trying to find the right balance of quiet between making no sound and too much sound. “I rarely get any time to myself. Only when others are asleep can I take a moment to breathe.”

The Exarch opens his mouth and you are quick to silence him. “Don’t say it.”

He frowns so hard he nearly pouts. “You have no idea what I was going to say.”

“As the Warrior of Light I have a preternatural ability to sense apologies before they happen.”

“Call me an unbeliever, but I think you may be having me on.”

“There’s one way to tell.” You look at him with more scrutiny. “What were you going to say?”

He purses his lips and for that moment you can’t believe he’s a century-old wizard leading the last free city of Norvrandt. He looks too much like a petulant child. “I was going to say, that is…regretful…and you have my sympathies.”

“You’re a decent liar. I almost believe you.”

His smile is slight again. Time passes pleasantly, or it would, if you could drag your mind from the depths it currently dangles over. Unfortunately you’re in a mood tonight that cannot be swayed by pleasant sounds or pleasant company.

“I heard you helped Miss Thiuna fix Master Harig’s lute,” the Exarch says softly. “Thank you. ‘Tis been a long time since I have heard his music played. It does my heart good to see his apprentices carry on his legacy.”

His legacy. You strum absently as you think on that. You wonder what your legacy will be, at the end of everything. Is it enough to be known as a warrior, when there is so much about you no one else will ever learn? Would anyone else be as surprised as the Exarch to know you can strum a chord or two? Or will that be completely forgotten? Will the only memory of you be the one that stinks of blood and fear and death?

The Exarch says your name. “Hmm?”

“Are you all right?” he asks and leans in closer.

“I’m fine. Just thinking.” You pluck at a string. “It seems like a pleasant legacy, is all.” Pluck. “He must have been a good man.”

“He was,” the Exarch says. “My friend, I realize this may seem a touch…hypocritical, however, if aught troubles you, I would offer my ear to hear it.” He smiles conspiratorially. “You can at least be certain my confidence is assured.”

You smile at the joke that can only be partly considered so. He has a point, and your thoughts don’t go too deep. “It must be nice,” you say. “To be remembered for what you can create, rather than your ability to destroy.”

His smile turns wistful. “Would that any of us could choose such a fine legacy,” he says. “Alas, that is to be decided by those we leave behind and how they feel about what we have done.”

“It is a useless worry,” you agree. “And yet…I can’t stop thinking about it. What mine is now. What it will be. A lot of fighting, probably.”

“Perhaps,” the Exarch says. “Perhaps tales of your battles will make it through the ages. Perhaps they will inspire others to find strength of their own– whether that means fighting sin eaters…or simply surviving to the next day.”

You look at him. He is facing the sky now and all you can see is the profile of his lower face lit by the moon. “Perhaps people will tell of your willingness to help your fellows and set out on their own daring quests, or offer to help their elderly neighbors carry something heavy. Perhaps they will tell tales of your sublime artistry and create masterpieces of their own…or simply start a new hobby they aren’t very good at but that they enjoy immensely.” He looks at you again. “Perhaps all of these things can be true. Because no one can dictate how great or miniscule their legacy is, because people will take it and make it so it suits them. And most of the time it isn’t all that grand. Sometimes it is just the small day to day. And I daresay that is enough. For all of us.”

There’s a lump in your throat that takes some effort to swallow. “I don’t know,” you say, unable to raise your voice. “That sounds pretty grand to me.”

His smile grows again. You set the instrument aside and scoot a little closer to him, and then a little closer still, and when you’re nearly pressed up against his side he finally slides his arm across your shoulders. You sigh in contentment. “Thank you…Exarch.”

“Any time, my multi-talented, artistic, battle-hardened minstrel,” he says, and you laugh.

Perhaps yours won’t be such a limited legacy after all.

#ffxivwrite2021 #ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite prompt 5: extra credit #ffxiv fanfic #shadowbringers spoilers #the crystal exarch #warrior of light #wolexarch #wol x exarch

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mirkwoodshewolf · 4 years ago

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Guardian of creatures; AU! Queen x oc female x reader Chap. 7.1

*Author’s note*

Hey guys well do I have an update for you now this chapter is PRETTY LONG so I apologize in advance, which is why this chapter has been broken up into 2 parts. Now I would like to thank some users who have helped me with the face cast decision in each of the family members and I think it’s safe to say for certain characters some of you will already get (hehehe). Now like I said this is a lot because it contains background info on our two main leads John and Serafina and now for the warnings.

WARNINGS: Fluff, angst, child abuse (WHICH I THINK IS VILE which is why I’ve put a trigger warning in my taglist below so anyone with that blocked from their suggestions may not be able to read this chapter).

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Chapter 7

The truth of Serafina Black and John Deacon

*May 28th. Nighttime 3rd Person POV*

It was a full moon tonight; the spring wind softly blew against the trees outside and across the grand lake which rippled in the wind’s direction. Inside the manor however was a different story.

At around 1:30am, the walls began to tremble, almost as if it were crying. The moving pictures soon became fearful as they felt their portrait homes shaking with the walls. The wooden snake décor along the stairs was now hiding itself down on the ground trembling in fear. The lights soon came on one by one down a certain hallway and a long snake like tail slowly slithered down the hallway.

Freddie had come up from the basement, sensing and knowing just exactly what was behind the house acting like this, especially since this wasn’t the first time to happen. He slowly continued down the hallway and faint whispers from the pictures began to echo out.

“Back to bed. All of you. Stop gawking and back to bed. Come on now back to bed.” He told the pictures as he slithered past them till he saw Brian standing at the last door. When the Naga now stood beside the Elf lord, Brian opened the door and inside they saw the culprit behind the house’s anxiety.

Lying in her bed was Serafina, tossing and turning as her whole body was caked in sweat. Whimpering frightenedly like a lost puppy.

“This is the worst I’ve seen her.” Brian whispered softly.

“It’s another big milestone this year Brian. Those are always the hardest for her.” Freddie merely replied. “As always do not let John come into this room, and also keep our Knight away from this wing. They don’t need to see her like this.” Freddie soon slithered into the master bedroom of John and Serafina.

When the tip of his tail entered the room, Brian closed the door and stood guard of it.

Inside the dark bedroom, Freddie slowly slithered towards Serafina, all the while looking at the walls as they began to burn and boil up like sores.

He then stared at the young witch who was still tossing and turning, trapped in her own mind like a caged animal. His forked tongue tasting the air as he could literally taste the heat in the room as well as Serafina’s fear and anxiety rising higher than he ever saw before.

When he got right up to her bed, his hand slowly reached out for her and as he touched her wrist, he was suddenly hit with a vision. All around him he saw nothing but fire. A blazing hot fire surrounding a cozy little home.

He also heard various levels of screaming. Ranging from ages of either a full grown men, women, young adult men and even small children. They were filled with nothing but pain and sorrow.

Flashes of green lights also shot up at him and Freddie knew all to well just what that green light meant.

As Serafina kept whimpering and panting away, Freddie tried to call out to her trying to get her to snap out of her nightmare. Then with one final call, he managed to get Serafina to wake up and the both of them were now gasping for air. Freddie lying across Serafina’s legs exhausted from the vision he had seen while she looked up and saw Freddie lying before her.

“I—I s-saw it. I could…..feel their pain…….hear their screaming.” She choked out frightenedly. Freddie composed himself and stood beside her.

“It was only a dream.”

“No. It was a memory. Like your visions I—could see everything. Feel. Everything.”

“Visions like mine have dire consequences. Now you are indeed the most powerful witch I have ever known, your powers of the mind alone can convince anyone—”

“No Freddie it’s not my powers, I know what it is. Just like last year these memories continue to burn into my brain. And they’re getting worse!” she pleaded to the Naga. “I thought the Hydra test cured me of this.”

“It did. Instead of degrading yourself with your guilt every day you’ve only resorted to doing it once a year. And you know it wasn’t you’re……”

“You don’t know what it’s like to be the last of your family by murder! To know that you were forced to stay alive while your own family dies!”

“Actually, I do.” Freddie told her in a low, serious but velvet-like voice. The young witch looked at the Naga as he continued, “For the very same bloodline that took your family away from you, took mine as well. One man, slaughtered my entire race. And I was forced to live with that.”

Serafina’s eyes filled with tears as she lay back down, her back facing Freddie and her hand clenching her pillow.

“I should never have let John take me away from home.” She whimpered out as tears dripped down her face. There was a moment of silence in the room, except for the faint sobs that came out of Serafina’s lips. She soon felt coils beginning to wrap around her. She was taken out from her blanket and soon found herself wrapped up in Freddie’s coil.

Instead of squeezing her nearly to death like he’s done to millions of others in the past, he kept a comforting embrace around her as he now wrapped his arms around her. Holding her like a parent holds a crying child. Looking down at her, he could see that she had now mentally reverted to the frightened child she once was when she first had to deal with this.

“Being the last of your family is a lonely, dark path.” He gently cupped the side of her face while the tip of his tail tucked the strands of hair that stuck to her face out of her eyes. “You will learn why it was you that survived. And when you do……you will know peacccce.”

She looked up at Freddie and saw as his eyes began to shift in a hypnotic pattern.

“You can mourn in the morning. For now, ssssshhhut your eyes. Ssssslip into sssilent ssslumber.” her eyes slowly began drooping tiredly as she couldn’t look away from Freddie’s gaze. Finally her eyes shut and the house was now at ease.

Freddie kept her in his coils for the rest of the night and stood guard over his young red witch. He looked out of the balcony up to the stars and for the first time in what felt like eons, a single tear slipped down Freddie’s face as he stared at a specific constellation in the sky.

*2nd Person POV. The next morning*

After you wake up and make up the bed, you walk down the stairs to see that for the first time since you moved in, breakfast hadn’t been made. In fact no one was in the kitchen.

“Serafina? John?” you walk through the house but in each room you could see that no one was there. “Hello?” you then go out into the backyard. Thinking that maybe they could be in the gardens, after all it was a beautiful day today for gardening.

“(Y/n)?” you turn around and there stood Brian. His face looked shocked to see you out here in the garden.

“Brian there you are. Where’s everyone else? Was there another problem at the club?” you ask him.

“N-no. No. I—I thought you had your internship today?”

“I only work Monday through Friday. Today’s Saturday Brian.”

“Bollocks.” He muttered.

“Is—everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine. No need to worry your head dear one.” He tried his best to assure you.

“Great cause I was hoping Serafina could teach me how to do some transfiguration. John told me she was always the best at it and even taught him. I’ve always wanted to change into my favorite animal. Where is she?”

“Umm (Y/n). I don’t think today’s a good day for a magic lesson. Let alone the rest of the week for that matter.” He muttered the last part.

“Why?” you question with a tilt of your head. Brian looked towards the gardens and sighed heavily.

“We didn’t want you to see this but…..there’s no use in hiding it.”

“Hiding what? Brian you’re starting to scare me here.”

“There’s no need to be frightened mellon. But just promise me that when we find Serafina you won’t speak a word to her. In fact don’t even let your presences be known to her.” His tone that always filled you with warmth and comfort now gave you anxiety.

He places a hand to your shoulder and guides you deep into the garden. Further than you ever went before until your eye caught the sight of Serafina and Roger standing close together under a large willow tree.

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Roger had an arm wrapped around Serafina but this didn’t seem like Roger trying to make a pass at her. It was almost like he was trying to comfort her or something. Brian presses his finger to his lips as he gestures for you both to move closer. You both crouch down behind the shrubs and through the green curtains of the willow you could see Serafina in a state you had never seen her before. Normally she always appeared motherly, welcoming, and caring to those around her. Like she was the kind of woman who would never betray your trust or break you down.

But all that stood before you now was a shell of the woman she was. Her red eyes were now red with shedded as well as unshed tears. Her mind seemed to be elsewhere as she just stood there frozen in time in that broken state of hers.

Roger tried his best whether nuzzling her or even giving her a comforting kiss to get her to snap out of it. But she was long gone. Lost in her mind.

You turn to Brian confused and sad wanting to ask why Serafina was this upset but he once again pressed his finger to his lips before pointing back towards them. It was then John soon arrived at the Willow tree. His expression solemn and eyes full of regret as he stared at his wife.

Roger turned to John and glared at him but before he could do anything, that’s when Serafina turned to John. Her expression never changing as she stared at him with solemn, broken eyes. Roger backed off as John slowly walked towards her.

The couple stood silently before each other. Not one of them saying a word. It was then John fell to his knees, his head bowing in shame before Serafina. He stayed in that position and you watched as Serafina just looked down at him.

She then raised her hand up and a red beam of light started to form from her palm as she looked like she was about to strike John down. Your heart began to race with anxiety, was she really gonna strike him when he was unarmed? Not even wanting to fight? And why did John seem to want this to happen?

But when you saw Serafina’s hand tremble and shake you knew then she wouldn’t do it. And it was only confirmed when she closed her hand into a fist before turning away from John as more tears seeped down her face. Her biting her tongue to keep from sobbing.

That’s when Roger came back, this time in his horse form. Serafina wrapped her arms around Roger’s powerful stallion neck and he lowered his head onto her shoulder.

You and Brian were now back at the mansion in the living room. A cup of tea was in your hand as Brian prepared himself his usual cup of wine.

“I’ve never knew Serafina could be so broken like that.” You muttered solemnly.

“She tries to keep her optimistic and motherly nature. But on this day, she can’t help herself. Be thankful she’s only managed to keep it for this day. When I first met her, she was like that almost every day.” Brian said before taking a sip of his wine.

“What happened to her that made her so broken?”

“Today is the 900th anniversary of the day she and I had something in common.” Freddie’s voice spoke up. You quickly turn and surprisingly for the first time since you’ve been here, Freddie had come out from the cave of the basement and was now slithering towards you all.

“And what is that?” you ask the Naga.

“To tell you that would take forever. But if you wish to truly know, follow me and you will see what I’ve seen.” He slithered away. You turn to Brian completely confused.

“Does he always speak like that?”

“Nagas always love to speak in riddle-like manner. It’s just their nature. But you should go with him. He can tell you more than even I ever could.”

“You really think I should go with him?” he nodded. You let out a whine as you stand up and you muttered. “I don’t want to though! He nearly killed me last time I was alone with him.”

“But he didn’t. Trust me if Freddie really wanted to kill you, he’d never let you know.” Brian said sternly before trailing off in a darker tone.

Swallowing the last bit of your tea you set the cup down and walk in the general direction that Freddie had slithered off to. You heard his voice in your head telling him to come up to the attic.

When you got there, all around there were additional shelves filled with even more ancient trinkets, spell books, weapons, and even some wizard photographs (apparently when wizards take pictures with a camera, the pictures move about in that moment in time).

You then see Freddie standing right before a beautiful fountain. The bottom of it was pure stone and trailing up towards the top was an intwining pattern that resembled tree branches twisting and turning over each other. A silver bowl encompassed the top part of the fountain, shining as bright as a star in the sky.

“A gift of the Eldar. Brian’s grandmother’s mirror. This shows you things that were, things that are, and some things…..that have not yet come to pass.”

“Is this how you see the future?”

“I’ve been seeing the fates of all creatures long before this fountain was created. But when Brian was able to bring this along, with a little bit of my magical knowledge, I helped improve on just what this fountain can do.” He pulled out a tall silver pitcher and poured the water that was inside it into the fountain, while with his tail, it reached over to one of the shelves and took out a small vile with barely a quarter of what looked like water.

“What’s in there?” you ask him. He put the pitcher down and took the vile from his tail and responded.

“The key to you seeing what all has been in the lives of your teachers. This my darling, are the tears of Serafina Rhea Black and John Richard Deacon.” He then opened the vile and tilted it over the fountain and soon the two teardrops fell into the fountain.

He turned to you and gestures towards the fountain. Slowly you walk towards the fountain and look at Freddie. He gives you a soft nod telling you to look into the fountain. You look down at the water to see ripples forming and expanding throughout the entire fountain. Smoke began to form from within the water and all of a sudden it felt like you were being pulled in.

It was so fast and so quick you almost didn’t even know what was happening. Until finally you landed before a large forest. The sun was shining high above the sky, birds were chirping and flying about through the forest trees. Suddenly you heard the sound of a child’s giggle.

Coming out from the trees was a young girl around 5-6 years old. She had very long black hair, right about to her mid-back and she was chasing a butterfly. Her bright brown eyes gleaming with child-like innocence as she chased after the butterfly.

“Hey wait! Come back! I just wanna play!” she called out to the butterfly before chasing after it once more. For some reason this child looked familiar to you but you couldn’t place your finger on it.

“She looks different. Especially to how you know her now but it is her.” Freddie’s voice said beside you. You look to him before turning back to the little girl. Your eyes widening in realization!

“Wait that’s….that’s Serafina!?”

“Indeed it is.”

“But her hair’s not red, nor are her eyes.”

“All will be explained further on. Keep watching. This was the day that changed both their lives forever.” You both continue to watch as little Serafina run after the butterfly before crouching down in the tall grass as it now landed on a boulder before her.

“The mighty huntress……has cornered her prey.” Serafina whispered lowly. You watch as gets into pouncing position and she leaps over the grass but over shoots her mark and soon knocks into someone.

A boy around a year or 2 older than her. He had short brown hair but there was no mistaking from those eyes of his. That mix of blueish grey, this was John Deacon as a little boy. The two of them rolled around till Serafina ended up on top of him and the two of them groaned in pain.

“Sorry. I—get a little enthusiastic when I chase after butterflies.” Serafina apologized. You saw as little John Deacon just stared up at little Serafina in pure awe.

Like she was the prettiest thing he had ever seen.

A light blush blossoming across his chubby face.

“What’s wrong? Can’t you talk?” little John’s stunned face continued to grow redder. “Hey, I don’t bite.” Serafina told him assuringly before getting off of him. “My name’s Serafina. What’s your name kid?”

“Pretty.” You hear him whisper.

“Pretty? What kind of a weird name is that?” Serafina asked with a tilt of her head.

“Wha? No. No I mean……my-my name is-it’s I meant to say. John. My name is John Deacon.”

“You’re part of the Deacon family!? My daddy says I need to be careful around you.” she said stunned before trailing off lowly. You watched as John’s expression grew sad and he lowered his head in shame. And you thought you saw tears in his eyes but that’s when Serafina suddenly exclaimed. “I like you!”

“What? But didn’t you hear my last name?”

“Yeah I did. My cousins Fred and George Weasley say that they’re stuck up trolls that don’t know how to have fun. But you seem like you do.” She then poked him in the chest before jumping back from him. “Tag you’re it!”

She jumped in circles around John who just looked at her confused.

“What are you doing?”

“Wizard tag. I tagged you now you gotta come tag me!” Serafina giggled happily as she continued to hop around him. “C’mon don’t you know how to play?” when John looked down once again, Serafina stopped hopping and stood in front of him. “Ohh.” She said solemnly.

“Mother and Father don’t allow fun.” Serafina then began to ponder for a moment before she exclaimed.

“I got it!” she took his hand and dragged him out of the forest.

“Wh-where are we going?”

“To the masters of fun. They’ll show you how to have fun!” they soon disappeared from sight.

You and Freddie stood there and you say to him.

“She was pretty resilient as a child wasn’t she?”

“Serafina always did want to get her way. And being the only child from her mother and father she did get that. But it was a good thing she persisted in wanting to being friends with John. His family is……to put it lightly. Not a great bunch of characters.” The scene then faded away into smoke and now you stood before a large mansion of some kind.

Unlike the mansion you currently lived at, this one was dark and gloomy. Hardly any light came in through the windows (even though they stood as high as the ceiling). A large fireplace was to your right and up above you a large diamond crystal chandelier.

Suddenly coming around the corner was John who looked much older this time (roughly around 11 or 12 years old) but you watched in horror as a woman dragged him by his ear before tossing him down to the ground and she hissed out.

She seemed to be around her 40’s maybe 50’s and wore a long black raggedy dress with a black corset around it. Her hair was dark brown like John’s, and it reminded you of Brian’s to a degree but her hair was almost unkept and madded around her face like a rat’s nest. What really frightened you the most were her eyes.

Her dark brown eyes that almost appeared black were just wide with insanity. Even the most insane person that had ever been convicted and had those same crazed eyes couldn’t compare to the eyes of the woman before you.

“You’ve been with that filthy half-blood again weren’t you?”

“No I—”

“DON’T LIE TO ME!!!” she screamed at him. Hearing her voice was like hearing nails running down a chalkboard. It almost made your ears bleed and send fear up your spine. “You know it’s never good to lie to mummy Johnny boy.” Whoa wait what? This crazed psychotic woman was John’s mother?!

You turn to Freddie, your eyes filled with shock and he nodded once to you.

“So why don’t you tell me again, were you with that filthy half-blood?” she hissed at her son’s face all the while holding a knife!? A freaking knife at her own child!

“What is with all the shouting now Bellatrix?” a deep baritone voice echoed through the walls. Soon a very tall and lean man soon came into the picture. His posture showed that he held great status and power with his hands behind his back as he slowly walked towards the woman known as Bellatrix and John. He had long platinum blonde hair that went down to his back and piercing blue eyes.

“Ask your son Ronan. I caught him gallivanting with that insult of a witch Serafina Black!” Ronan soon turned to his son. John fearfully turned to his father who only looked down at him like he was an insect.

“And what were you doing together?” he asked John. When John refused to answer his father all he got was a hard slap across the face sending him to the ground.

Alright that’s it! You race towards John’s father to tackle him to the ground when Freddie’s tail wrapped around your waist.

“Let go of me I’ve got to help him! They can’t do this to him this is child abuse Freddie!”

“These are the shadows of things that have been. The past cannot be altered nor changed not even erased. No matter how much we try to bury it.” You slump down and watch helplessly as John tries to pick himself back up.

“They were skipping along holding hands making lovey-dovey eyes at each other. And I even saw John give Serafina a thistle.” Soon a young teenager that almost resembled his father to a T said as he came strutting in the manor. “Honestly it made me feel sick to my stomach.”

“Well done Draco.” Bellatrix whispered to the teenager’s ear almost seductively. You made a disgusted face as you turn to Freddie, questions buzzing through your mind like a swarm of bees.

“His older brother Draco. And Bellatrix is incapably of showing real motherly love as you can see. She’s unquenched by her bloodlust and any love she may try to show comes out as lust. Like for her eldest son whom she molded into the perfect killing machine.”

“How could John have remained the type of person he is today with a family like that? If that had been me I would’ve been locked away in some asylum or thrown in prison for the crimes I would’ve committed.”

“I think you already know the answer to that.” Freddie told you. You pondered and pondered till it finally came to you.

“Serafina.” He nodded and the world around you vanished once again into smoke and a new picture was formed.

This time however it was a large field in front of you. Nothing but green as far as the eye could see. A little farm was just to the corner and you could hear the sounds of horses, cows, chickens, ducks and pigs. When you turned around you saw what looked like a stack of houses on top of one another.

Wooden and all with many doors, windows and finally the stereotypical triangle-shaped roof with a little chimney on top. The sun was high above the sky on this beautiful sunny day but there wasn’t any people around or showing up yet.

“Where are we?”

“Welcome to the Burrow. The home of Serafina and her entire family.”

“Just how big is her family to live in a house like that?”

“Remember darling they’re wizards. Not everything is as it seems.” Suddenly something landed behind the two of you and drove right through you both. You at first were startled as you tried to make sure you were still there but then you remembered what Freddie said. That this was in the past and nothing could see or hear us, so it would make sense that nothing could really touch you.

“There they are right on time.” Freddie said. “This happened the next morning after what you just witnessed.” The carriage soon came to a stop and coming out of it was Serafina and John along with two teenage boys.

Identical twins with the brightest red hair you had ever seen on anyone else. It came down just short of their shoulders and they grabbed John’s stuff from the carriage while Serafina checked John over before taking his hand and leading him towards the Burrow. The four young wizards walked quietly towards the house when you turned to Freddie.

“Go see.” You follow behind them and when you entered inside, it was like visiting a cozy cottage. Antiques of pottery stacked along the shelves, a cute little table was set up with a plate of biscuits at the center. And of course like Freddie said the house did seem to be bigger on the inside.

Not as big as John’s manor home but it was homey enough. Like being wrapped up in warm hugs homey with enough space to walk about.

“Do you think it’d be alright if we had some of these?” Serafina whispered.

“Yeah mum will never know.” whispered one of the twins. The three of them take the biscuits but Serafina grabs two and hands one to John.

“I—know it’s not much. But it’s home.”

“I’ve been here before Serafina. And I love it every time I come here. Thanks for getting me out of there.” He reached out and took the biscuit from her hand but allowed his fingers to linger on her hand a bit longer which made Serafina blush.

Oh my god how can these two kids be sooo cute together!? It was then you heard the sound of frantic footsteps and soon coming out from the corner of the stairs was a stout woman with long ginger hair. Her eyes slightly narrowed as she spoke with a shrill in her voice.

“Where have you been!?” immediately Serafina and the twins hid their helpings of biscuits behind their backs as they stared like a deer in headlights at the woman before them. When her eyes turned to John, they softened up and she came around as she spoke in a real motherly voice. “Oh John. How wonderful to have you back dear.” She then turned her attention back to Serafina and the boys, her hands at her hips as she lectured them. “Beds empty! No note! Carriage gone! You could’ve died! You could’ve been seen! Of course I don’t blame you John dear.” She spoke softly to John.

Her face then turned immediately concerned as she saw the bruising around John’s face.

“Oh, dear what happened to your face?” she walked up to John and cupped the side of his face, gently stroking the bruise which made him softly hiss in pain.

“He hit him again Aunt Molly. And they put bars on his window.” The twins nodded in agreement. Molly continued to look John over and sighed.

“Alright, I’ll overlook this just this once. But be thankful I’m not your father cause otherwise you’ll have bars up your window Serafina Black.” The twins stared down at Serafina wide-eyed. “Come now John. Little bit of healing and then time for a spot of breakfast.” Serafina’s aunt guided John to another part of the room when her voice suddenly called back. “And you three put those biscuits back on the plate less you get the swaddle!”

Immediately you saw Serafina and the twins put their biscuits back on the plate and race back up the stairs.

As the scene went on you watched as Serafina’s aunt pampered John at the table telling him to tuck in as a large breakfast was now being set down along the table.

Another set of footsteps came walking down the stairs and soon a beautiful young woman with the same ginger hair color and honey brown colored eyes came down and she said.

“Molly have you seen my wand?” she asked in a warm, soft voice.

“Yes sister it was on the cat.” Molly told the young woman. When she saw John sitting beside Serafina at the table, her eyes slowly widened in fear.

“Hello Mrs. Black.” John greeted her with a smile. Wait so was this…….Serafina’s mom? No wonder where she got her beautiful looks from, this woman was beautiful. Ethereal almost like an angel.

“Young lord Deacon. What-what-what a surprise to see you here.” She then immediately raced off out of the kitchen.

“Did I do something wrong?” John asked confused.

“Don’t worry about my mum. She’s always been freaked out a lot lately. In fact I think it was around the time we met. But I wouldn’t worry about that. She can sometimes act a little crazy at times. This one time Fred and George slipped this garden snake into her pillow and she refused to sleep in her bed for a month. My dad was not pleased about that.”

“Now, now Serafina don’t go insulting your mother like that. She loves you and you know it.” Her aunt Molly lectured her.

“Morning everyone!” a man’s voice called out. Soon coming through you was a stout man wearing the a green cloak and the traditional pointy wizard hat on top of his head. It was the same color of dark green as his cloak but was worn down after probably years of being worn.

“Morning dad! Uncle Arthur! Arthur!” you heard everyone in the room chorus out.

“What a night! Nine raids. Nine!” the man known as Arthur said excitedly as he crossed across the kitchen to set his stuff down and take off his cloak and hat.

“Raids?” John questioned to Serafina. She swallowed her food and said.

“You remember John, my uncle works with the Ministry of magic. In the Muggle artifacts office.”

“He loves muggles.” Said one of the twins that was with Serafina earlier.

“Thinks they’re fascinating.” The other twin joined in. Arthur went up to his wife and kissed her cheek before taking his seat at the head of the table.

“Well now,” Arthur said as he took his seat. When he took notice of John sitting next to him he said, “Oh well John Deacon welcome back lad.”

“Morning Mr. Weasley. Hope I didn’t come at a bad time.”

“Nonsense. Besides I was wondering when your next visit would be, when did he get here?” Arthur waved off nonchalantly before digging into his breakfast.

“This morning.” Molly answered as she turned around from the oven. “Your sons and niece flew that enchanted carriage of yours to Leicester and back last night.”

“Did you really?” Arthur said in awe. He then turned to his twin boys and asked enthusiastically, “How’d it go? Was it…..” as the twins began to talk over about how it worked out well, their mother stepped into the conversation.

“Arthur!” Molly scolded him as she slapped his arm and giving him a lecturing look.

“I mean……that was very wrong of you children! Very wrong indeed!” Arthur said in his best lecturing voice.

You saw as John and Serafina look at each other before smiling secretly at each other holding in their laughter. Now that you’ve got more questions you stepped outside the house to see Freddie right by the pigpen.

“No wonder where she got her motherly side from. She’s almost exactly like her aunt. Serafina’s got a great family.” You heard Freddie softly laugh before it grew and he was now laughing hysterically.

“Great? Great is a loose term when describing families.”

“Well at least they treated John like one of their own. They were way better nurturers than his poor excuse of parents!” you exclaim at the Naga.

“That is true but Serafina’s parents weren’t any better than John’s were. I assume you’ve met her mother in there correct?” your anger faded as you say outloud.

“She did seem pretty freaked out about John. And Serafina said that it happened right after they met when they were little. So what is this really a Romeo and Juliet situation?”

“To a degree. It’s not so much as rivalry families. When one of John’s many great grandfather’s became the Sorcerer supreme, he sought out a hierarchy based line. In which Pureblood were respected and revered almost like Gods, while everyone else of either Half-blood or hybrid blood, in their case anyone born with a muggle parent, were deemed less worthy. But if you had a certain skill set then you were seen with a slight more advantage than the other families. But only by much.”

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Letters to a Flower Bud

Summary: Sylvain, fearing for his poor communication skills, writes letters to his daughter, from birth to marriage.

Rating: K+ - Suitable for more mature childen, 9 years and older, with minor action violence without serious injury. May contain mild coarse language. Should not contain any adult themes.

Words: 4600

Notes: I’m fluffy these days. I’m planning an angst to end all angst, though, so do not get complacent.

It was a mild evening of Summer in Gautier. The date was the 22nd of Blue Sea Moon, day of the Goddess’ Rite of Rebirth of Imperial Year 1190. A blessed day, not only because it was the holiest festival of their religion, one his wife is the chief officer of, but also because it was the day his first daughter would be born.

Babies that arrived on this world on the same day the Goddess star was once again seen in the sky were favoured by fates, they were granted assured lifelong happiness, and he came to find out that his happiness is now conditional on hers.

“How you feeling, Sylvain?” Ingrid asks, quietly.

The ostentatious margravial chambers was quiet, as the nursing mother was fast asleep from exhaustion on the cleaned bed just next to them and neither one would want to wake her. After all, Byleth had just given birth to the Gautier scion.

Sylvain sits by her side in a stuffed armchair. His legs feel weak and he feels hunger settling on his stomach, but he could care less about how uncomfortable he feels. Not when he has his little girl in his arms. This tiny little bundle is his. His girl, his child.

Isolde Gautier.

“I… I don’t know how I feel.” He breathed out against his conjoined hands in an unspoken prayer.

For once in his life, Sylvain did not have anything to say. No smart comeback or a funny joke. His little girl has only been in this world for a few hours and she has rendered him completely speechless.

“She’s going to be the death of me. I just know it.” He mumbles softly as his daughter leans into his chest.

Sylvain is not the best with his emotions. Despite his so-called silver tongue, he had found little success whenever he tried to articulate his feelings into intelligible sentences. Sometimes, he says things he does not mean and other times he says things the wrong way. A part of him is terrified that there will be so much he does not say to his girl, or that he will, though words or actions, screw things up somehow.

“You are thinking too much, Sylvain.” Ingrid chuckles softly as she watches the cogwheels turn in her old friend’s head.

The redhead sighed once more. “I can’t really seem to help it. This baby got me wrapped around her tiny little finger.”

Ingrid pulls up another chair from their sitting area and sits beside Sylvain.

“It reminds me of when you two first started courting, in a weird way. You were completely whipped, you know that?” The blonde woman teases as she gestures to his wife’s sleeping body. “Clinging to her all the time and all those disgustingly sweet letters you wrote her when she had to return to Garreg Mach.”

Sylvain smiles fondly as he thinks of the love letters he used to leave his then-intended. Averting her minty eyes, Byleth had quietly admitted how much she appreciated them, how much she depended on them to spend her days alone at the monastery. As for himself, he loved imagining the smile on her face as she opened a new one.

Then, a wide smile passes through his face.

“Ingrid, dearest, you have given me a wonderful idea.” The redhead jumps to his feet. “Here, do you want to hold her?”

Ingrid’s vivid green eyes widen as Sylvain carefully hands him Isolde.

“Hi there, love, I am your auntie Ingrid.” The knight coos as she cuddles the new-born to her bosom.

Sylvain walks to his desk, lights a candle with a flick, dips his quill on ink and starts writing with a flourish on the paper.

Hello, my darling Isolde,

It is your father here. I am writing this because I cannot talk to you right now because you will not remember. You have only been in this world for a few hours but you are already my whole world. You and your mum have stolen my heart. When you get older, I will tell you all about your old man and how cool he is but I want you to know that you have made the great Sylvain Gautier speechless. I admit, I even cried when you were born. You are so small and after you were born you cried for me and your mother and it shattered my heart in the best possible way. When I held you, I could feel everything melt away. You grabbed my finger with your tiny little hand and fell asleep in my arms. I am so excited to see what this world will bring you and what you will do in this world. I will always be here to protect you. I love you so much my darling flower bud.

Your dad,

Sylvain.

*_*_*_*_*

“Come on, flower bud, say dada.” Sylvain coos as he shakes a stuffed bunny in front of Isolde. “Dada. Da-da.”

Their holy monarch, Dimitri, watches in amusement as his friend tries to bribe his goddaughter with a stuffed bunny so she would talk. Isolde has been on the verge of saying her first words for weeks now and Sylvain is eager to hear them. The Blue Lions are even running a betting pool to guess what word it will be.

“Sylvain, honey, do stop pressuring our child into speaking.” Byleth calls from the armchair on the far end of the room. “The more you annoy her, the less she will be willing to talk.”

“Di-di!” She holds her hands out to Sylvain reaching for the toy.

“Not Didi, love, Dada.” The man insisted. “Come on Isolde, you can say it. Say dada.”

Setting down her book, the Archbishop walks over to Sylvain and leans down to kiss his daughter cheek.

“She will talk when she is ready, Sylvain. Not when you offer her a meagre stuffed animal.” The woman said, pointedly, at her husband.

Sylvain sighs and sets down the bunny making Isolde very unhappy. “It’s not meagre. I bought Sweetbun from an Adrestian merchant. He said all the children in Enbarr loved it.”

Byleth looks unimpressed with her husband. “Sweetbun, Sylvain? Really?”

Dimitri watches as Isolde’s lip forms a small pout.

“Do not be sad, dearest Isolde.” Dimitri coos as he picks up the bunny.

He begins to shake it around and lightly taps her button nose with the bunny’s nose. His goddaughter lets out a loud laugh and makes grabby hands towards the King and the bunny.

“Dima!” She cries happily making everyone stop.

“Dima?” Dimitri asks confused as he sets the bunny down.

Isolde reaches towards her godfather once again. “Dima!”

She is clearly talking to Dimitri, who looks at Sylvain with a grin on his face. “That’s right, Isolde! I’m Dima!”

“No, no, I cannot accept this! Dima is not a real word.” Sylvain whines as he grabs the bunny from Dimitri’s hand and coos to Isolde.

Her attention shifts to Sylvain and she begins to smile. “Dada!”

Sylvain grins and hands her the bunny. He turns to his wife with a cocky smirk.

“Ha! See, I’m her first word!” The margrave jumps up in excitement and then leans down to peck Isolde’s cheek.

Rolling her eyes, Byleth gives her daughter a rare big smile and pick her up from the matted floor, presenting her to her gushing father.

“Say it again, my flower bud.” The redhead coos happily.

Hugging the bunny close to her chest she laughs loudly. “Dada!”

The excitement of her first words is too much for Sylvain to handle. Excusing himself for a moment, he heads to his study and pulls out blank parchment.

My darling flower bud,

You said your first word today! While, technically, you were calling for Dimitri, which, I admit, I am a bit annoyed at you called him Dima, and, to me, that is not a word, you said dada just after that. So, if anyone asks, I will always say that dada was your first word. You looked so happy and so cute, I nearly exploded. I love you so much my flower and I just know you are going to be a daddy’s girl. Don’t tell your mum, she will have my head. I cannot wait to keep watching you grow, my baby.

Love you lots,

Your dada

*_*_*_*_*

“Sylvain, get in here!” Byleth yells from the nursery room.

Isolde had started to stand recently and she is getting closer to taking her first step. The margravial couple had been watching her like a hawk hoping to be there when it finally happens.

Prompted to run, the nobleman rushes in with soaking wet hair.

“I just got out of the bath. Is she going to do it?” He crouches down next to his wife and holds out his arms to Isolde, who was currently trying to stand on her wobbly legs.

“Come to mamma and dada, Isolde!” The Archbishop stimulates, holding out her arms so the baby could come nearer. “Come here, my strong baby!”

Sylvain watches as she looks at the two of them and cries out wanting her parents.

“Don’t cry baby, just a few steps and we’ll pick you up.” The redhead encourages, even though seeing her cry makes him want to pick her up right this instant.

Byleth holds out a hand to keep him from it, and it is a good thing he did not, because a few seconds later she takes a few steps towards her two parents before falling on her butt.

“She did it, Sylvain!” The margravine cry happily as you run and scoop her up, peppering her face with kisses. “My little daughter can walk now! Walk!”

Sylvain grins and kisses the baby’s cheek, and then kisses his wife’s.

“Look at my little princess. Growing up so fast.” He says sweetly.

Inside, his heart aches a bit. It feels like just yesterday he was holding her in his arms as a new-born and here she was now, walking and babbling.

“My sweet girl,” He says softly as he kisses her tiny hand. “And my other sweet girl.”

The man turns to his wife, grabbing her chin lightly to kiss her lips. Then, he snakes his arm around the woman, hugging her from behind while cooing towards the baby.

“My perfect family.” He finishes, with a chocked voice.

It was later in the day when Sylvain found the time to sit down and write. Byleth was reading Isolde a story while the husband finished up some quick paperwork.

My darling little girl,

You took your first steps today! Goddess, you’re growing up so fast! I can barely keep up. Soon you will be walking and talking and I will be able to show you off to the world. You are growing up a little too fast for my liking, though. I wish you could stay my tiny darling flower bud forever. Be as it may, when you start walking, I already have a list of places to take you. We can see the jousting matches in Fhirdiad, see the boats in Derdriu and walk the greenhouses at your mother’s place. You are going to love it, my dear, I promise. I can hear your mother reading stories to you in the other room and my heart is just bursting. Please stay like this forever.

Love you,

Your dad

*_*_*_*_*

“Do you have everything?” Byleth asks as she ushers her daughter to the carriage tasked to take her away.

The margrave and his wife woke up early this morning to send their daughter away to school. Since Isolde had shown much promise, and did not have to take up arms to defend the northern border as soon as fourteen, the margravial couple had decided to send her to the Fhirdiad School of Sorcery. The redhead girl was much excited to leave, but her parents not as much.

Both Byleth and Sylvain were used to Moons away from their children, as they would spend their days either in Gautier with the margrave or at Garreg Mach with the archbishop, but never have they ever let one of theirs leave home alone, and so the anxiety was great.

The margravial couple came to Fhirdiad with Isolde, as to delay her parting as much as possible. Lucky for them, the prince of Fódlan would be attending this semester, too, and so they could spend a week together at Castle Blaiddyd before the first day of classes.

“Wait, mum!” Isolde cries as her red velvet scarf falls off her head. “It came undone! Help me.”

It was only polite for the women to cover their heads in formal occasions, and the school had been adamant about it in their acceptance letter.

Sylvain, who was falling behind, bends down and picks up her scarf. Kneeling down, he places the precious garment in the Gautier House colours on top of her head, while her mother pinned it once more.

“Careful, love, you would not want to lose anything here.” He smiles at his daughter. “Your mother and I will not be able to help you if you misplace your things, so be mindful, yes?”

She grins up at her father and grabs his hand. “Sure will, dad!”

Prince Lambert crosses the courtyard after a cool goodbye to his parents, climbing the carriage and looking haughtily at the margrave, as if hurrying him.

Before the nobleman could comment on the situation, his wife placed a hand on his shoulder. “You best not let the coachman waiting, honey.”

“Yeah, sure, the coachman. Now, are you sure you have everything? Clothes, supplies? Do you need anything else?” Sylvain bombards her with questions as he pulls her into a hug.

“Sylvain, let the girl breathe!” Byleth says as Isolde pulls away, coughing softly.

“Do not hate me for doing what you want to do.” The man smirks, standing up.

“Sure, that is the reason for my comment. Now, Isolde, always remember your father and I love you very much and we are beyond proud of you.” The archbishop says softly as she kisses her forehead.

“I know, mum. I love you, too.” She hugs her mother tightly before facing her father.

“I’m so proud of my flower bud, make sure you show those stuck-up nobles what you got, alright?” He says with a wink.

“I love you, dad.” Wrapping her arms around Sylvain, she hugs him tightly. He can feel his heart melting right there. “I love you too mum.”

The fourteen-year-old holds out her hand for her mother to join the big group hug.

“I love you, my flower bud.” Sylvain whispers as he holds onto her tightly.

“I love you too, dear, now go make your mark.” Byleth smiles softly, kissing her daughter’s hair.

Wiping a few tears from her face, Isolde takes her trunk and hurries on the coach.

“I do not know how we are going to do this five more times.” Sylvain says as he pulls his wife into a hug, his eyes following Isolde through the window.

“We will cross that bridge when we get to it.” The woman teases as she leans back into his chest. “Is it too soon for me to harp Dimitri into letting me visit her?”

Sylvain laughs but inside he is missing Isolde already, too. For the past fourteen years, he has looked after her. Through every tantrum and injury to every pancake breakfast and bedtime story. Letting her go was so hard because he knows what aristocratic society is like and he was so scared for her. He knows she can handle herself, but it still hurts to see her gone for so long.

“She’s going to be just fine, By.” He says, kissing his wife’s forehead. “We’re going to be fine, too.”

My darling flower bud,

You are not so little anymore, as today you went off to school for the first time. I already miss you, but I know you will do wonderfully there. I know you will make lots of friends. You have your mother’s smarts, so I know you will get excellent grades and dazzle every instructor. Yet, you should know that none of that matters to me. I want you to be happy and to enjoy your youth. You are my little girl and I just know you will make me and your mother proud. You have already made me so proud. I love you lots, my darling.

Love, dad

*_*_*_*_*

Sylvain knows that maybe he is being unfair, but he is not thinking rationally right now. Not after the shouting match between him and Isolde. He has let her go out every day this week with her friends, and even agreed to winter in Deirdriu with the Royal Family, so she could have more to do while in vacation.

Preparing to leave for the Officers’ Academy, his lovely daughter is heading full speed towards the dreaded teenage years. She is no longer his sweet innocent little girl. She is growing up and it kills him.

One afternoon is all he demanded, as in to spend quality family time before his wife had to return to Garreg Mach, but the conversation turned into a massive argument, with Isolde claiming that he was too overbearing and Sylvain saying that she does not care about her family. He regrets saying what he said but the hurt in his heart caused him to lash out.

Byleth knocks softly on the bedroom door. “Sylvain? Do you want to talk?”

This was their first major argument and the archbishop knows both sides are hurting. After consoling their crying daughter, she decides to check up on her brooding husband. He is currently working at the desk but, with anger clouding his mind, he is not getting much done.

The margravine sits down in the bed and taps the spot next to her invitingly, to which he does not respond.

“Are you okay?” She asks softly.

Sylvain still has his back to his wife as he slams down his hand on the table.

“She hates me.” He mumbles sadly.

The anger fades into hurt as he collapses his head into his arms.

“She doesn’t hate you, Sylvain, dear.” Byleth said, walking over to her husband and kneeling down next to him. She takes his hand, kissing it softly.

“You heard her.” He says, grimacing at the memory.

The image of Isolde, tears streaming down her face, stomps her foot and yells “I hate you!”, before storming away to her private chambers elsewhere in the castle.

“She does not mean it, Sylvain. She loves you.” Byleth rests her head on his knees.

Opening the drawer of his desk, she searches for the letters he wrote before and took with him everywhere.

The woman hands them to Sylvain, who just stares at them. “I think you should write another one.”

Getting out a paper and a quill, she hands them to him. Sylvain only wanted to capture the happy moments, but raising a child came with the good and the bad.

My flower bud,

We had our first big argument today. I said so many things I did not mean and I am sure you did too. I know how exciting it is to have friends and spend time with them, and the truth is I am terrified of you growing up and leaving us behind. I hate that you are getting older. Soon, you are not going to need your old man anymore and it hurts me to think about that. You have grown into such a wonderful young lady and I am sorry for how I reacted. I doubt this will be our last disagreement, but I hope it is the last big one. My heart breaks to think that I made you cry like that. No matter what I say to you, and I will probably say something stupid again, as your mother tells me, I will never stop loving you. No matter how big you get, you will always be my baby girl.

Love,

Your very sorry dad

*_*_*_*_*

“Sylvain, you cannot challenge a seventeen-year-old teen to a duel.” Byleth shouts through the archbishop’s chambers in Garreg Mach.

Their daughter has gotten her heart broken for the first time and Sylvain is absolutely furious. He warped over from Gautier to the monastery, carrying with him the Lance of Ruin and all sorts of nasty spells to cast on the Gloucester scion.

“Like hell I can!” He growls angrily as he looks over her shoulder to see his baby crying on the couch.

“Sylvain, dear. As the archbishop, I cannot let you use a Relic on a teen, and as your wife, I have to stop you from declaring a blood feud over usual happenstances of teenage years.” The woman said harshly, and then relaxed her expression, caressing her husband’s face. “I understand you are mad, and I am, too, but this is normal. This is a pedagogical opportunity for our daughter. From now on, she will make better choices.”

“But he hurt my flower bud…” His heart aches when he catches a glimpse of her tear-stained cheeks.

Sighing, the woman takes his hand and lead him to the bed. “Sylvain, I know you have feelings and opinions, but what she needs now is her mum, her dad and a lot of comfort.”

Kissing his wrist to calm him down, he melts into her touch.

The man sighs. “I will be right back okay?”

Byleth nods and let Sylvain slip off to her office as she goes back to the couch and wraps her arms around Isolde.

My Isolde,

You got your heartbroken today by that Gloucester pansy. Seeing you so upset breaks my heart. When you sent that letter telling me you got a boyfriend, I flipped out. Your mother had to fly with the mail and calm me down, but I was already scared for you and your heart. When you came to your mother crying because he broke your heart, I was ready to beat him up for you. I am writing this because I want you to know that you deserve the world and no good-for-nothing noble boy should make you feel worse. You are my baby girl and no guy deserves you. I am off to get some snacks for you now, but please remember that you deserve everything, my flower bud.

I love you,

Dad

*_*_*_*_*

“Are you ready for this?” Byleth asks lightly as she wraps her arm around Sylvain’s.

“Never.” He says with a small smile.

It was Isolde’s wedding day to the Crown Prince of Fódlan and Sylvain was filled with so many emotions. He was so happy for his flower bud, who, for reasons that escaped his comprehension, actually loved the twerp, who was still as sullen as ever, but letting her go is one of the hardest things he has to do.

“You look beautiful, Your Grace.” Sylvain kisses his wife’s forehead, making her giggle like a schoolgirl.

“I will meet you at the ceremony. You have a very important job to do, mister, and you better hope I do not hear any complaints about it.” She lightly taps his nose and hurry off to prepare to officiate the ceremony.

Sylvain makes his way over to the bride’s door.

“Flower bud? Are you ready?” He asks nervously.

The door opens to reveal Isolde in her wedding gown, all dressed up holding a bouquet of beautiful lilies. Once again, the margrave is speechless. Tears well up in his eyes as his daughter looks up at him with her big beautiful amber eyes, the same ones that stared at him when he first held her in his arms, over two decades ago. The same ones that would look up at him for comfort when she got hurt and for excitement when she felt bored.

“You look beautiful, flower bud.” Sylvain whispers out.

Plucking a lily from her bouquet he tucks it behind her ear.

“Thank you, dad.” She says as she looks up at the aging man.

“You’re growing up too fast, love.” The nobleman says softly. “But I’m so proud of you.”

He can barely hold back his tears as he pulls her into a tight hug.

“Oh dad, cut it out. Else I will cry and then aunt Mercedes will be mad.” Isolde hugs back tightly.

“Let her. I know it is a little early for gifts, but I wanted to give this to you.” The margrave pulls out a stack of envelopes. Some of them look new while some look many years old.

“I have been writing these letters since the day you were born, and now is time to deliver them.” He dried his eyes with his sleeve. “I know I have never been the best at expressing how I feel, but I think these do it for me.”

Isolde carefully takes them into her hand and flips through them. Years of memories, of words from her father. She begins to fan herself in order to stop the tears but they come anyway.

“I love you so much, dad.” She cries as hugs the letters to her chest.

“Here, I will hold onto them for now.” Sylvain takes them back and slips them into his pocket. “I love you too my darling flower bud.”

Sylvain leans forward and kisses his daughter’s forehead as she beings to wipe away her tears. Holding out his arm, Isolde links hers and leans against his shoulder.

“You know, if you want to back out now and go back home, I will have your mother smooth things over with Dimitri. He always tripped over himself to do whatever she says.” The father of the bride jokes lightly as the two of them wait for the music to start playing.

Rolling her eyes, Isolde smiles. “This is not a goodbye forever, dad. I will still come around for the free food.”

The man chuckles as the music begins to play.

“Are you ready, flower bud?” The margrave asks as the doors start to open.

“I am.” She said, confidently. “Are you ready dad?”

Looking down at his lovely daughter, Sylvain flashes back to everything. From the moment he held her in his arms to right now, giving her away at this damn wedding. All the good days and the bad days. He knows he would never truly be ready to let go but seeing how happy she looks, how much she has grown, he knows he will do it anyways. It fills him with pride.

“Yeah, I think I am, my flower bud.”

My wonderful, lovely flower,

It is your wedding day tomorrow and I do not know how to feel. I am so happy you have found someone who loves you, regardless of my personal opinions on the matter. I am happy for you, but knowing how big you are makes me feel so old. It feels like just yesterday I held you in my arms for the first time. I watched you grow and learn. Not all of it was happy, mind you, and some days were particularly difficult, but I am still glad. You have taken everything you have learned from me and your mother and you have become such a wonderful lady. I know whatever you do, you are going to be amazing. I love you so much my flower bud. Never forget that. I will always be here for you and, no matter how big you get, you are my flower bud.

I love you with all my heart,

Your dad,

Sylvain Gautier

*_*_*_*_*

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Let me tell you a good story

Bloodbound Fanfiction (characters and main story belongs to Pixelberry Studios).

Pairing: Kamilah Sayeed and MC (Annie)

Information: this takes place after Bloodbound 3, here I’m recreating how Kamilah and MC would meet if she had never gone to Raines Corporation right away.

Summary: Thirty years after meeting Annie for the first time, Kamilah is now a wife and a mother. During a regular family dinner, she decides to tell her daughter and their new son-in-law the story of how she fell in love with Annie after an unusual meeting through the hallways of NYU.

Warnings: there is just a little bit of smut talking in the end. A little. Barely.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Let me tell you a good story - Part 7 (Finale)

March 2nd, 2048

“Okay, okay. Shoo everyone. So. Where was I?” Anna scratched her eyes again. “Right, at the gala. After breakfast, Kamilah asked me to stay at the Penthouse, cause’ it would be easier to just get dressed there… Which lead to a day of not working so much, no details needed, of course. Until we finally showered and got ready to go.”

“Me in forty minutes. She…” Kamilah poked her wife’s head. “Took three hours.”

“Yeah, she still does that” Lysia sighed in confirmation, remembering how her mother took ages to get ready for the daughter’s graduation. “That’s why you’re getting dressed way before me, when the wedding comes.”

“I wanted to look pretty, ok? It’s not every day that a smoking hot rich brilliant woman ask you to be her date.” Anna defended herself, fighting a yawn. “The part you want to hear happened after we were already there…”

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September 16th, 2018

The gala was being held at one of those rich, huge, and fancy hotels, worldwide known, that Anna never really memorized the name.

“Baccarat Hotel, darling. In Manhattan.” Kamilah added, but her piece of information was dismissed by a “Whatever Rich Hotel, doesn’t make a difference” response from her wife.

The event was set to start at 8 pm, so it was already dark outside. The city lights and camera flashes glowed on Annie’s dress when she stepped out of the limousine. That outfit was carefully selected to match Kamilah’s. A dark shade of blue with tiny crystals, like the night sky, making the historian’s smooth skin look like a dangerous temptation. The back was barely covered, and even though it seemed to hug her tight on the breasts, it got looser as it approached the hem, floating and following the woman’s movement. It was beautiful, indeed, but nothing compared to her date.

Kamilah was so absolutely gorgeous, Anna couldn’t help staring at her through the entire ride there, and almost lost her breath when she saw that wonderful goddess looking over the shoulders and smiling invitingly. It was the most beautiful vision in the world.

“Darling, what a coincidence, I was thinking the same thing when I saw you that night” the Egyptian laughed, a hint of red flashing through her eyes, “And you’re still the most beautiful vision in the world, with or without a Versace’s dress on you.”

“I do remember you saying ‘without’ was even better in the end of the night…” Anna looked up to meet Kamilah’s gaze, almost loosing track of the story. “So…”

Kamilah’s gown was a silver provocative mermaid cut with a deep neckline and a set of elegant sapphire jewels. They were the night and the stars, and what the Egyptian didn’t know by them, is that one day, years ahead, Annie would hold her hands on the altar an make vowels to ‘always support you, as the night sky supports the moon and the stars, for you are and always will be my entire galaxy’.

Back then, the only thing they were both aware was the intense feeling pulling them together through the event. For the first couple hours, their sole attention was focused on each other. Both danced, drank and laughed like they were the only two people standing on that ballroom. And even though they didn’t kiss, trying hard to maintain the professional boundaries intact (at least in front of the rest of the employees), it was evident to everyone that something was going on. After the sixth waltz, Kamilah felt this urge to just lean in and kiss the woman she had on her arms, sinking in desire, but Adrian interrupted them right on time.

“Excuse me.” He touched Anna on her elbow, capturing the historian’s attention. “Maybe it’s time for you two to blend in. Why don’t we greet the volunteers who are going to be working in the basement with you next month, Ms. Mali? Kamilah needs to have a moment with the senator as well.”

“Of course, Mr. Raines.”

With a last sparkling smile, Annie left her date and followed Adrian’s lead to a group of people by the bar. They weren’t really interesting to talk to and the conversation flew in circles, getting so dull that soon enough she saw herself drinking more champagne than the recommended. At some point, the main topic became Ms. Sayeed. One of them, Mr. Paul Lynn, was excited to work for her.

“Hold your horses, pal. She can be such a pain in the ass.” Annie finally said something, an empty glass on her hands.

“Really? People said she’s a little bit tough, maybe demanding, but a nice person in general.” Paul landed his eyes beyond Annie’s shoulder, quickly composing himself, but the historian didn’t notice this subtle change of posture.

“Good evening. Am I interrupting?” Kamilah’s voice showed up right beside Anna, her gorgeous features monopolizing every single eye on that group.

“Not at all. We were just chatting about work, how’s the project, the documents, the boss…” Annie also didn’t see how Paul and the others got tense over her words, since she could only stare at the one in silver beside her. “They want to meet Ms. Sayeed soon… But as I was saying, don’t get your hopes up, Paul. Besides being annoying, she’s never around. Never. Definitely not checking on us down in the basement.”

“Uhm… Well, I’m sure Ms. Sayeed probably has too many things to do… Right?” said the tall blond woman named Leah, a new archivist there. Her eyes flickered between Anna and Kamilah, unsure what to think of it.

“I seriously doubt it.”

“Why do you think that?” the Egyptian crossed her arms, dropping an amused glare over Anna. That was getting interesting.

“Well, come on, if this is so important to her, why haven’t I met the woman yet? She doesn’t even sign my paycheck, Mr. Raines does it. I bet she’s somewhere fancy right now, having a hot bath and laughing at the poor souls that have to deal with her freakin’ thousand emails every day.” Anna sighed tiredly, too much champagne in her system. “As I said before, a real pain in the ass. When you think you made progress, there comes Ms. Sayeed with a new order. I swear, there are days my phone buzzes so much, seems like it’s trying to jump from my pocket and commit suicide. That’s her thing, you know? Boss around. Not even a polite ‘thank you for working overtime today’. So yeah, the project is great, Mr. Raines and Kamilah here are both amazing, but throw away any ideas of bonding with Ms. Sayeed.”

“Ms. Sayeed, they’re ready for your speech.” They were interrupted by an elegant man in tuxedo who offered his hand to walk the Egyptian to the stage.

At first, Annie frowned in confusion.

Then, her eyes met Kamilah’s and all the pieces finally connected correctly. The company, the situation, when and how they met, what she said that night, why Ms. Sayeed was never introduced to her…

“Holy shit, I’m fucking the real boss.”

“You’re WHAT?” Paul dropped his chin.

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“OH. NO.” Drake also dropped his chin, just like Paul did so many years ago. “OH NO, OH NO, OH NO”

“I was mad at her!” Annie tried to defend herself, cheeks getting redder by the second. “All I knew was that Ms. Sayeed would only text me orders. Never said ‘hi’, or something nice. Because the one who was saying something nice, in my understanding, was a different person!”

Kamilah couldn’t comment on it, since she was bursting into laughs. No story could make her laugh so much like that one. Slowly, she started to steady her breath, a hand placed over her own chest. By the window, Adrian was also cleaning the tears out of his eyes.

“Come on, mommy…” Lysia smiled kindly at the blushed woman on the floor. “Don’t mind them. We all love you the way you are. Continue the story.”

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Anna had never wanted to burry herself on the ground that much in her entire life. She didn’t even hear the speech, the chock written all over the Brazilian’s face. Kamilah looked gorgeous under the spotlight, confident, professional. Surely was saying some pretty intelligent stuff too. Annie just couldn’t understand it, since she was momentarily deaf. Petrified. Half a glass of champagne still lingering between her fingers. At some point, the speech was over, but the historian only realized it when Adrian touched her back and whispered a request. She heard it, but apparently forgot every single word in English.

“Quê?”

“Dance with me, will you?” He asked again while gently leading her away from the group. Anna only realized what was happening by the time his hand held her waist and helped her to move around at the sound of a slow song. “Hey. Are you ok? Can you hear me?”

She nodded, not risking saying anything.

“Don’t beat yourself so much, Kamilah could’ve told you the truth long ago, but she was having too much fun with this little secret.”

“Huh.” That’s all her voice was able to project.

Adrian muffled a short laugh, bringing her closer and waltzing away from the others. In a couple minutes, they had escaped those curious eyes, approaching the corner of the ballroom, where he slowly diminished the steps to end the dance. “Now, I believe here you’re safe.”

Annie’s gaze wondered around, still lost in her thoughts. She only noticed Adrian had left when Kamilah’s voice echoed sensually by her ear, making the historian shiver and tense like a statue. Her eyes lifted to find brown ones intensely glaring at her.

“Good evening, Ms. Mali. My name is Kamilah Sayeed, and I’m the CEO of Ahmanet Financial. It’s a pleasure to finally meet the woman who’s leading my most important project. It has come to my attention that you have a few issues towards me and my… Bossy manners. However, it could only be a mistake since last night you seemed really comfortable following my orders in the bedroom.”

Anna bit her lower lip, still quiet.

“Oh, no words? Not a single complaint? What a pity, I was so longing to meet the dazzling historian who managed to criticize my thesis with no mercy.” Kamilah’s fingernails went down Annie’s back smoothly, not leaving marks behind. “Why don’t you come with me to the suite upstairs so we can discuss how many ways am I able to be a real pain in your ass?”

Without even waiting to hear a response, she slapped the historian’s butt before heading to the service elevator with a shining room card sticking out of her neckline.

Anna followed. Hypnotized. No questions asked.

Never again she complained about being bossed around by Ms. Sayeed.

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“Aw, there’s a happy ending.” Drake’s arms were involving his fiancée’s waist, tightening. “So, maybe you were right, baby… They do have a much better love story.”

“Oh, but we’re not done, there is way more. A couple days after that, something terrible happened with Lily, so much changed, and I…” Annie scratcher her eyes for the third time.

That was it. Kamilah leaned down to take the woman in her arms. “It’s time to go to sleep, my love. We’ll tell them the rest on our next dinner, I promise.”

Anna didn’t even have the strength to resist. She was terribly tired, and her wife’s embrace was too damn comfortable. “Fiiiiiiine… Tomorrow night…”.

Adrian smiled fondly at them. With a silently nod and a good night kiss on Lysia’s forehead, he left to his own apartment. Drake and Lysia went to the guest room after cleaning up the table, while Kamilah slowly got up and took Annie into bed.

The historian mumbled something incomprehensible when was lay there.

“What, darling?” the vampire leaned down to hear it better, spooning Anna by instinct.

“I love you, Mrs. Sayeed.”

Kamilah smiled, turning her face to place a kiss on the girl’s temple.

“I love you too, Mrs. Sayeed.”

#kamilah x mc #kamilah sayeed #bb kamilah #choices kamilah #choices: bb #choices: stories you play #I'm so sorry if I wrote something wrongly I keep making a huge confusion #all the time I exchange then for them #somehow there was a part I exchanged glare for glass #and I am an English teacher #who the hell thought it was a good idea to let me teach???#call my boss and tell him I suck please

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itseivwhore · 5 years ago

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|Edward Kenway x Reader|

Soooo…as we all know,today it’s the birthday of someee Welsh,blonde pirate~~and since I saw that almost everyone is posting gifs,shots and whatnot about him,I wanted to do my part as well.But sadly,I’m not a gif maker,or I don’t take super wonderful pics of the game:BUT!I’m a writer,and I know my things.So there,have a super long One-Shot I wrote not long ago for my book on Wattpad ;)

•Edward Kenway• |A bet|

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The calm wind that blew slightly on that evening at the end of July,which brought with it the fresh and sparkling sea breeze,made the gray and numerous clouds move a little.The moon,which had now appeared on the horizon,lit weakly the figure of the sea with its ashen and white rays.

A sudden breeze made the h/c hair of a young woman move slightly and enjoying the delicate touch of the wind on her skin,she closed her eyes.She slowly raised the corners of her mouth in a serene and joyful smile,sighing in a relaxed way while she was lulled by the breeze,which almost caressed her face.She was happy that,after a tired day spent working at the Old Avery almost always surrounded by buzzards and drunken pirates,she could spend the rest of the evening to rest and with the only company of that quiet atmosphere.

But that moment of pure tranquility and calmness was abruptly interrupted by some strong and powerful screams and cries that,almost frightening the young woman,resounded like strong thunders in the sky.She opened her eyes,and immediately her e/c look wandered in search of the source of those annoying noises:and from her mouth came out an annoyed grunt when,leaning her eyes on the brig that had just docked in Nassau,did not notice and recognized,albeit unwilling and with a weight that weighed on her shoulders,that black flag that waved slowly in the wind.

Sighing tiredly,she leaned with her elbows along the wooden railing of the outside of the tavern,and began to pass her gaze on the figures of men who,walking first on the beach,at that time were scattered in the streets of Nassau.And while she was intent on listening with a little dose of attention to the cries and exclamations of those pirates that the wind brought to her ears,she felt a hand that suddenly leaned gently on her shoulder.Fearing little and jerking from fear,Y/n turned back, nd relaxed considerably when she found her friend standing in front of her.

“Have I frightened you?” Anne kindly asked while a gentle smile formed on her face,her Irish accent that made the h/c hair woman giggle slightly.

“No,I was just being thoughtful” Y/n murmured in a calm tone,raising the corners of her mouth in a slight smile,while with the corner of her eye she tried to see if the men were approaching.Anne silently laughed at her sentence and,crossing her arms to her chest,she came closer to her friend as the young woman returned to staring at the pirates in front of her.

“What’s so funny?” she asked purely curious,raising an eyebrow in a confused expression,which only increased the amusement of the woman.

“I’ve noticed that you’re always overthinking every time you see Jackdaw stopping along the coast,and I wonder,is that a case?” the Irishwoman quietly noted,her slightly ironic tone and hee eyes that shone with malice when, urning again,Y/n wrinkled her forehead and looked at her in a strange way.

“Oh,don’t play the innocent one with me,dearie.I know why you’re always so thoughtful and almost sad when you see that ship,” Anne continued in a soft,coquettish tone,leaning one hand on her shoulder and caressing her slightly,while the young woman carefully stared at the group of pirates now close to the tavern;her eyes snapping from side to side,from man to man,from face to face.But her gaze,full of tension,anxiety and trepidation,was looking for something else,someone else.

In the midst of those heads covered with blue bands,in the midst of those countless and colorful eyes,in the midst of those faces ruined by long and deep scars,Y/n felt like she was being scrutinized,feeling in a tremendous awe.And her heart immediately stopped beating in her chesther breath missed and she felt some shivers ran on her back when,managing to distinguish him in the midst of the crowd of pirates surrounding him,her e/c eyes met the two blue ones like the sea,which were scrutinizing her in a deep and intense way.

While he was walking at a fast and decisive pace in front of his other men,and while some blond locks of hair were falling in front of his face,he didn’t take his careful gaze away from her for a moment.The hood that had fallen on his head partially obscured his characteristics,but certainly could not keep hidden the corners of his mouth,which rose slowly up in a mocking and diabolical smile to say the least.

“It’s for him,isn’t it?” Anne quietly asked,and the young woman,although not turning around and continuing to follow him with the sole use of her gaze,could perceive and distinguish a smile through the gentle and delicate tone of voice of her red-haired friend.

Was it for him?

Y/n began to wonder about this and,while her eyes were busy trying to follow the pirate interested in her,her mind was pervaded by numerous and countless thoughts.

Was it for him that her heart was beating fast,almost as if iy wanted to come out of her chest?Was it for him that she felt a sense of disorientation,every time he smiled at her in a kind and friendly way? Was it for him that Y/n felt pure and genuine emotions,but that she felt with all her heart to repress within herself?But it was useless,foolishly and terribly useless to deny those who were esteem,admiration and also and above all deep and intimate emotions and feelings.

Since Y/n saw and met the famous pirate,Edward Kenway,she was always so fascinated not by his physical appearance,not by his fame and glory,but rather was attracted by his soul:if on the outside he could seem a dark,greedy,arrogant,impertinent and brazen pirate,whose heart yearned only and only for gold,rum,women and wealth,with his eyes cleverly perpetually illuminated with malice and a long tongue,inside was anything but all this.

With a pure,gentle,genuine and loyal soul,he possessed a sparklingfaithful and proud spirit,his face rarely showed a sweet,confident and sincere smile,which showed itself alone and usclisively with the people he trusted.And only she had the luck,perhaps the ability and the will,to see through and beyond those two blue,dark,deep and stormy seas that hidden part of him,which almost always kept hidden and in the dark:that part that only the young woman was able to get out.

Y/n’s heart quickly palpitated with emotion every time the Assassin told her about his adventures and first experiences as a sailor with a carefree and gritty voice;her mind and thoughts were devoutly attentive and focused on what he was telling her;her eyes overflowing with devotion and adoration every time a word left his lips,thus lighting up with excitement and adulation;everything about Edward attracted her in a special,unique,intriguing and also sensual way.

And Y/n felt,was certain after a long time he spent with him,that what bound them together was not just pure and simple friendship,it was something deeper,more intimate and more secret:it was the whole nights spent talking in a whisper as they looked at a sky covered with stars,it was those purely amused laughter that quickly left her mouth and that the wind carried away,it was those mocking,proud and mischievous smiles that spread on his lips when he saw that she was blushing violently after he had complimented her or said a dirty joke.

It was those delicate caresses on her smooth and s/c skin,it was those friendly, layful but affectionate kisses on his cheeks when he had to leave;it was those hands that touched each other quickly and not accidentally;it was those fast,deep,accomplices and captivating looks that met with too much frequency and that they exchanged that made that friendship become something deeper and intimate.

The same looks that,at that moment,the pirate Assassin was constantly throwing at the girl:sitting comfortably and almost brazenly on a chair at one of the tables in the tavern,finally took off his hood from his head,thus revealing his blonde hair that fell in front of his eyes.Y/n,shaking her head slightly and chasing away all those many thoughts that clouded her mind,she returned straight with her back and then turned to him who,once their eyes met,chained each other.

“Uh,apparently someone can’t get their eyes off you,dearie.” Anne murmured in a flirtatious voice to the young woman’s ear,pointing with an imperceptible nod to Edward that,now with his face in plain sight,continued to look at her with an intense look.

He smiled at her in a captivating way and,rising his head as if to greet her,he made her a mischievous wink;and he would have continued to look deeply at her,making her suggestive signs and almost invisible gestures,if it had not been for his master quarter,whom,sitting at his side,began to speak to him.

Y/n sighed slightly thoughtfully and,looking around,made to head to the counter and distribute beers and rum to the thirsty pirates who were calling her in the meantime,but her friend’s hand quickly grabbed her wrist,making her stop;she looked at her with a confused look,frowning her eyebrows in a curious way while the Irish female let go her hand.

“Go and serve him,I’ll think of all the others” Anne said in a low voice,encouraging her with the sole use of her clever eyes.

“Talk to him,listen to him,stay close to him…and don’t leave him until I hear strange noises coming from the back of the tavern…got it?” The red-haired woman added with an authoritative tone but,what were actually advice,to the young girl seemed more like threats said with a playful and teasing voice.Laughing purely amused at what she said to her,she raised the corners of her rosy lips in a grateful smile and then headed with quick and plush steps to the table where,again,the two pirates were talking.

Every step she took,every time her boots touched the wooden rods of the floor thus producing a slight noise and every time she realized that she was getting closer to him,her heart lost some beats and made it difficult to breathe.The distance that separated her from the table interested in her,seemed never to end,but without noticing because too busy thinking,she found herself immediately in front of the two pirates.

The first to notice the presence of the young girl was Adèwalè,who stopped talking calmly with his captain and turned to Y/n with a slight smile on his chapped lips.

“Good evening,Y/n” said the master quarter with a gentle tone,carefully scrutinizing her careless face that,unlike him,was not paying attention.So,following her gaze,a little amused laugh came out of his lips when he noticed that she was only and exclusively intent on looking intensely Edward who in turn,after slowly turning his head to the other side,began to look at her.

The blond man,as if to greet to her,slowly raised the corners of his mouth in an almost invisible friendly and mocking smile.But Y/n,though with a reluctance to re-emerge after sinking into his two blue eyes for a time that seemed eternal and infinite to her,returned to herself and greeted the man with the same kindness.

“What can I bring you to drink this evening?” the young woman kindly asked,moving the weight of her body from one foot to another,making her look pass by the two pirates who,exchanging a quick and almost accomplice look,nodded slowly.

“For me a mug of rum would be enough” Adèwalè said with a high and decisive tone,sitting more comfortably on the chair while he moved his dark eyes on the figure of his Captain who,unlike him,had a straight and composed posture on the chair on which he was sitting.

“And what would you prefer,Edward?” the woman asked once again,placing her big and e/c eyes on the pirate who,to her amazement,found lying on the wooden table:with his left arm stretched out on the surface of the table,he had his chin resting on the palm of his right hand,his look that looked at her distractedly,but that came back careful when he heard the voice of her.

So,slamming his eyelids a couple of times and returning to sit composed on the chair,he placed on her a flat expression,but that clearly showed the mockery that was,always and constantly,within him.

“I would prefer to drink you…is that possible?” he asked from all of sudden with a confident,cheeky,almost impertinent tone,raising a corner of his lips in a sly smile,having fun seeing what the young woman’s reaction would be.

He liked to poke and tease her,it was like a game,a killtime for Kenway.

And suddenly,they fell into a tombstone and religious silence,if it had not been for the high and noisy voice in the background of the other sailors.Although the young woman stopped breathing for a few seconds,she tried with all of her heart not to be embarrassed and caught unawares by what was obviously a dirty joke:

“No,unfortunately for you it’s not possible.” Y/n answered him with a loud and authoritative voice,slightly closing her eyes in two lids,scrutinizing him coldly,not letting any emotion leak out.The Welsh pirate looked at her once again,and then lowered his gaze to the hands that he held together under the table;he slightly twisted his mouth in a bitterly but falsely sorry grimace,and then raised for the umpteenth time a mellifluous look at her.

“What a pity…I bet you would have a delicious taste” Edward murmured in a voice to say the least regrettable,his tone low and scratchable;frowning in a confused way,from his lips quickly and smoothly came out the words that,once carried by the wind and reached the ears of her,made her heart tremble.

“Dream on,Kenway.” the young woman replied with a cold and diffident voice,trying to keep hidden the purely amused smile that so much wanted to come to light;because in reality,after all,she liked to tease him as much as he did.

“I’m going to get your drinks” Y/n proclaimed aloud and,giving one last quick,cold and challenging look at the blond man,turned around and went to the counter,on which were already resting two mugs.

While the young woman was filling the two wooden glasses,a strange but yet familiar feeling began to take possession of her,making her feel to say the least …in awe,making her feel slightly uncomfortable:it was as if her back was being stabbed by billions of knives, incessantly.But she tried to get away from that feeling,focusing on gently pouring the liquid into the two jugs.

But when she turned around,ready to go to the table to serve,in front of her she found nothing but a tall figure who almost towered over her.Wandering over her e/c eyes along the chest of the pirate,she calmly leaned on him a serene look,thus meeting his two intense blue eyes that scrutinized her carefully:it was no wonder, after all,if moments before the woman felt observed.

“If you let me pass,Kenway…” Y/n murmured with a harassed and determined voice,trying to move him away with her forearm,then continued to walk towards the table near the wooden railing;but Edward,not liking that she behaved in this way with him,swiftly stretched an arm in her direction and,taking her by the wrist,stopped her and pulled her vehemently to himself,resulting in a violent bang against his chest.

A few drops of rum flew and splashed away,so bathing both his clothes and the floor,also receiving a grumpy and obviously annoyed look from the young woman.The Assassin frowned in a falsely surprised way,and increased even more his tight grip on her wrist,gaining still a deadly look from her.

“What do you want,Edward?” Y/n suddenly asked,her voice loud and tired,looking at him distractedly and without interest.

“It’s not polite of you to respond in this way to a Captain,Y/n” Kenway replied with a mellifluous voice,his lips showing a cheeky smile,his tone was low and decreet.

An icey silence fell between the two,no sound was audible if it had not been for the noise,the screaming and the murmuring of the people around them.The young woman did not divert her eyes from those of him,keeping,with her head held high and with determination that sparkled in her proud gaze,the eye contact.While that of the pseudonym Assassin…Y/n couldn’t understand,in the most absurd of ways,how those two blue abysses could be at the same time two furious stormy seas and two calm and clear skies.

“I’m not afraid of you” she uttered with a sure voice and,tearing her wrist away from his firm grip,struck him with her and e/c eyes,remaining firm in front of him.The pirate,surprised and taken aback by the proud words of the young woman,simply observed her in silence,saying nothing.

Looking at him coldly,and primingly so proud and sure of herself for the last time,she walked back to his table,always feeling like stabbed by the same feeling of awe that,since he had arrived at the tavern,had attenuated it.Slow and sweaty steps followed her from behind,continuing in their direction even when the young woman stopped in front of the table.Leaning the two jars of rum on the woody surface,she was about to return to Anne who,smiling,was waiting for her behind the counter of the tavern,but a loud voice and more than anything familiar,made her stop.

“Why don’t you join us,eh?” that question,asked with such arrogance and mockery and with a loud voice was told by no one else but Edward,who returned to sit down and looked at her with a cheeky smile.She,turning back slowly,met his impertinent gaze;the pirate had no mercy and,especially,as Y/n had noticed,didn’t change his way of being,regardless of who he was talking to:that he spoke with a rich and powerful man,or with a humble and honest peasant,or with a wealthy woman,his tone and personality remained always and however bold,irreverent and charismatic.

“I’d rather not” she replied calmly,raising a corner of her mouth in a half bitter smile,noticing with strange astonishment that the murmur that filled the atmosphere was gradually waning,and then disappear altogether when Edward began to speak again.

“Let’s make a competition.Whoever drinks more rum and manages to stay sober,will win.While.whoever faints and becomes drunk,will lose,and whoever loses,as a result,will have to give something in return to the winner” the Welsh pirate explained with authority,pride that sparkled intensely in his blue eyes.

And Y/n made to open her mouth and answer him,but she was immediately interrupted again by him:

“What do you think,lads?!” Edward proclaimed shouting in a gritty and loud voice,asking to his crew and all the other men who were there,receiving numerous screams and whistles of approval.The young woman,after all,was not surprised:she knew very well that everyone would approve and supported the idea,not to say innovative,of their Captain,so as to get a nice and fun pastime.Edward squared her for the umpteenth time from head to toe,scrutinizing her carefully while,around his table,gathered all his sailors,clutching her and him in a small circle.

“No,we won’t make a competition for those who drink more,win” Y/n fought back with altered and determined voice,slightly frowning on her eyebrows in a confused expressiveness.

“Why not darlin’?Do you accept?” the Assassin asked again,raising an eyebrow,tilting his head to the side,competition that sparkled strongly in his eyes.But the young woman locked herself in silence,not saying anything,not a single word left her rosy lips.

But she wasn’t the kind of person who backed down in front of a challenge,she wasn’t a coward;but at the same time,if a part of herself wanted to accept,she knew more than well what would happen;after all,it wouldn’t have been the first time that Edward challenged another person to such a competition and,every time,it ended up in the same and identical way.The Welsh pirate would be the winner,with his exhausted and drunken challenger lying on the ground unconscious.

Catching the silence as a tacit denial from the young girl’s side,he dared to speak again:

“You said you weren’t afraid of me.I bet that you won’t be afraid of drinking some rum,mh?” he noted with a wise and secure voice,gettung now closee towards her and leaning both elbows on the wooden surface,ajarring his eyes slightly, looking at her with challenge.She knew well that,is she would accepted,not only she would be easily and blatantly defeated by him,but also the acceptance of that competition,was not really correct behavior for a woman.

But after all,they were in Nassau:and who,in that place,dominated by complete freedom and on which there were no rules of any kind,would gave importance to such a code?_No one._No one cared about anything or about anyone and certainly no one would look at her,in the days to come,with judging looks and no one would murmur embarrassing comments towards the girl.She wouldn’t back down,not when Edward had deeply hurt her pride, not when she wanted to prove to her that she was really not afraid of anything.

So,looking him in the eyes with authoritative air,pride and determination that made her e/c ones burn ardently,she turned her head to the side a little bit and,looking over her shoulder and taking a quick look at her red-haired friend,she exclaimed in a loud voice:

“Anne! Bring some mugs of rum for me and for the Captain."Hers,a sharp look more than a thousand blades and,in a strange way,calm as the sea on a spring evening;his,a look full of an instoppable ambition and,at the same time,of an abyssal depth.

The shadows of the late evening descended on Nassau,climbing on the buildings,swallowing the darkest streets in total darkness;the moon,surrounded by a sky covered with endless glittering stars,illuminated the streets that were desolate,which were crossed by a few people who,in silence, walked slowly and lazily to their homes:fast and plush or slow and insecure steps filled that quiet and steady atmosphere,if it were not for some high cries that came from Old Avery.Joyful sea shanties sung at the top of the throat were carried away by the light and cool summer breeze that was there that night. _"Weigh-hay and up she rises,weigh-hay and up she rises,weigh-hay and up she rises,early in the morning!"_ pirates,sailors and corsairs danced happily over the tables,singing and screaming the song with themselves while,in turn,they passed a big mug of rum.There were those who sang,those who drank,those who slept blissfully with their heads on a plate with food inside and those who were engaged in rather passionate and loving chores with courtesans. And there were also those who,like Edward who,sitting relaxed in a chair while slowly sipping his last mug,looked with a purely amused air Y/n that,by now,was drunk:the poor girl could no longer keep the lucidity after she finished drinking the fourth glass of rum that gave her,thus starting to laugh madly,to shout jokes and sing some sea shanties with all the others,losing in this way even the competition that she had accepted previously.The pirate,on the other hand,was more than capable of keeping the alcohol in his veins,enjoying his winnings. _"What will we do with a drunken sailor,what will we do with a drunken sailor,what will we do with a drunken sailor,early in the morning?"_ a low and amusing chuckle left his lips when he saw Y/n suddenly get up from her chair and sing loudly,joining the other sailors as she continued to drink the umpteenth mug. Looking carefully over the edge of the glass he had in his hand,Edward found himself more than attracted and almost enchanted by the girl:her cheeks were red because of the too much rum she drank throughout that evening,adrenaline running fast,along with wine and rum in hee veins and with her h/c messy hair.But everything about her attracted him even more than she already did on normal days.Her e/c eyes were strongly illuminated by a fire that burned proudly within her soul,catching completely and mesmerizing him as deep and intense as they were. So,once he noticed that Y/n was lying on the wooden table,with the glass still squeezed between her fingers in a gentle grasp,and that she had suddenly fallen into silence,with her head in her arms,he decided to intervene.Rising from the chair for a brief moment and heading towards her,he quickly took a stool and then sat down next to the young woman.The two were incredibly close,and Edward,extending a hand,began to caress the girl's arm,feeling as her soft and smooth skin slid gently under his calloused fingers. Y/n slowly lifted her head off the table when she felt a hand grasping her own gently.Looking at him tiredly,she lifted the corners of her mouth into an imperceptible and almost invisible smile.Returning her weak smile with another affectionate and soft one,the Welsh pirate approached her ear,gently moving some h/c strands of hair in front of her. "I think it's time to go" he muttered in a low,deep voice,inhaling her scent,thus beginning to caress the soft skin behind her ear with his nose,for then slightly snuggling his face on her neck,his beard making her shiver. "Already?" the young woman asked in a shaky whisper,leaning over his broad chest as one of his muscular arm suddenly yet slowly wrapped around her waist,pulling her closer. He hummed lowly,sending once again endless shivers down on her back,his hand squeezing softly her hip. "Aye.Do I have to remind you that I'm the winner,darlin'?" Edward asked in a mischievous and tempting voice,and Y/n could sense and feel his grin on her skin.She only slightly nodded in response,shifting even closer to him,her small back pressing againts his broad chest,hitting his guns,him greeting her with his arms. "And a winner must get his prize,shouldn't he?" the pirate continued in a persuasive,low tone,trying to make her understand what he had in mind.But the girl,even though she was still drunk and even though she was not so lucid,could understand what Edward was trying to say in such a hidden and in an allouring way.But she wanted to see how far he could go to get what he wanted,so she took time to have some fun with him. "And what kind of prize would you like to have...Captain?" Y/n then asked in a mellifluous tone,pretending innocence,throwing her head back when she suddenly felt his chapped lips on the sensitive skin of her neck,leaving a trail of wet kisses down to her shouder,hot breath making her head tilt to the side to give more room for his fervent and ardent kisses. And while Y/n was all too focused on him pressing his lips and leaving red and purple marks over her skin,she didn't notice his hands which,lustily all over her body,passed over her chest,then going down to her hips,giving a playfull squeeze,his fingers carresing her stomach,both of his hands stopping on her thighs.But when she noticed his hands on her inner thighs and when his hot and calloused fingers caressed her skin,she almost jumped,giving a shocked and amazed expression to him.But after all,what would she expect from all that,from him? She instantly understood his true,mischievous and lustful yet even pure intentions... but after all,she wouldn't mind,she'd been waiting for that moment ever since her e/c eyes met and chained themselves to his blue ones. And Edward also wanted nothing more than to have her and possess her in all the ways he was capable of,and to show her the pure and genuine feeling he felt for her. Was it egostic? Maybe,most likely,yes.But he didn't care,he waited for too long,and he had the unique occasion to have her,to show her love and to make her feel the passion he himself had for her and her only.And so,looking down to his hands which still were on her thighs,the young woman raised an ambiguous look on him,striving not to let him shine the emotion,and above all the acceptance,of his tacit proposal.But he knew,as she did,to read in her eyes:that intimate and private knowledge that approached him and that one,pure and interminable feeling that united each other. Giving him a soft and temptalizing smile,she raised a hand and,resting it on his bearded face,she started to carress and to scratch it slightly.Then,laying a single and chaste kiss on his jaw,she whispered to him in a barely audible,sensual and persuasive whisper: "Lead the way,Edward"

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dansnaturepictures · 4 years ago

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5th January 2021-We had another local coastal walk today and saw some more brilliant bird species along the way fitting for national bird day and a date as I said on Twitter earlier I have had so many amazing bird memories on in years gone by with so many incredible species seen at the start of years and today definitely added to that I took so many bird photos I was so happy with too, including eight more bird year ticks which I was thrilled with taking my bird year list to 90. Other things in the world are absolutely coming first right now, but I am extremely proud that whilst exercising outdoors so far this year and at home we have been so fortunate to see so many bird species again. The numbers I have become used to in the opening days of the year now, it’s unbelievable to me that my year list is only ten birds from treble figures now and I am incredibly thankful we have been safely able to do this. My year list is now once more level with how many birds I had seen at the end of 5th January last year as it was level at the weekend, my highest ever amount of birds seen after five days in a year.

It all started with a view of a bird I had just wondered when I might see which I took the first picture in this photoset of a couple in the group, a nice group of Black-tailed Godwits a year tick at WWT Slimbridge in Gloucestershire where we would have been going if it wasn’t for the pandemic in my birthday week this week a little tradition of ours now (obviously the health of the nation must come first so I was fully supportive that we could not continue as planned) I actually didn’t see one of these lovely wading birds in Hampshire for months in 2020. So I was happy and maybe relieved to see these birds a really good view. In the same area I also spotted Grey Heron and we saw Turnstones, two more common birds to tick off. I made the most of seeing brilliant coastal species again especially ones that I saw maybe quickly on a walk on New Year’s Day in similar habitat and enjoyed seeing them, such as scores of Lapwing today, Avocet (as shown in the fourth picture I took today in this photoset), Pintail, Shoveler, other ducks and Little Egrets. We got cracking Raven and Meadow Pipit views as the walk went on too year ticks one after another on Sunday’s walk. I also liked watching a couple of big groups of Grey Plover fly around this afternoon. This felt good whilst walking. I took the second picture in this photoset of the sky today as well as the third in this set of a beautiful Teal a star of the year so far.

We were thrilled and it set the tone for the walk when eight Spoonbills darted over our heads. A top view of brilliant birds. A bird on my B list of favourite birds that I have a brilliant record for on the Hampshire coast in years. We can see them any when in a year but the last few that has been within the first few months so I was very happy to continue that. Once again I felt so lucky to get to see this amazing species one of the best we have. But it got a whole lot better for seeing this species on the walk as we saw them on a few more occasions this afternoon. A few times with them flying and three times with them still. One of those one stood very briefly on a piece of grass before a Cormorant another star of the afternoon chased it off. I took the eighth picture in this photoset of the Cormorant. Then one wading with Mute Swans a bird it was nice to see flying this afternoon in front (I took the seventh picture in this photoset of some Mute Swans this afternoon), it was interesting to see how big the large Spoonbills are against the swans a well known big bird. Then we had an astonishing view of one Spoonbill towards the end of the walk with a Little Egret nearby one of my favourite birds and this was fascinating seeing the two together. It was also some of my greatest ever Spoonbill views which felt so rewarding and sensational, a stunning natural moment.

After walking on from the first Spoonbills we were very happy to spot two exquisite female Goldeneyes. One of my birds of the year so far, a really amazing two to see another bird I am proud to see in Hampshire over the years that it was brilliant to add to this year’s list today.

Walking on we were very happy when a Dartford Warbler popped up and we got a really good view of this another of my favourite birds I took the fifth picture in this photoset of this bird. It was the second Dartford I’d seen in as many days after one whilst walking yesterday, that was my earliest ever sighting of this bird in a year so this was fantastic to see another so soon. Quite unprecedented for me actually. The fact I had seen them both early and within a short space of time and this is quite a rare bird that I cannot guarantee when or if I will see one in a year so I am over the moon with this.

In my best ever start to the year for seeing favourite birds of mine, not to be outdone by the Dartford Warbler as we walked on we saw our fifth Kingfisher this year flying through. Averaging one a day of this bird is phenomenal! We then got an exceptional view of another one of the species on my B list of favourite birds seeing a distinctive Spotted Redshank which I took the sixth picture in this photoset of. We saw this one so close it was wonderful to really be able to make out what it was. A precious few moments spent with this bird and a few others of its kind. I enjoyed this and further up we spotted another of my B listers and a similar bird a pretty Greenshank which was great. This felt like a very valuable year tick as another you may not see for a while in a year. Another great moment. Back at the spot where the Spotted Redshanks were and we saw a group of them and then the first one again on the way back and before the Spoonbill and Little Egret I remarked at some of many Little Grebes we saw on this walk makes the average sized Pintail look massive.

And at that moment I had my very own mindfulness moment like they have on the BBC watches (Springwatch, Autumnwatch and Winterwatch) programmes where they just show pure wildlife and scenery filming and you just focus on that as a way to unwind. This was when for me today a large flock of another of my favourite birds the Brent Geese noisily flew over my head. I tried for a picture which I did take the tenth in this photoset of in the end I was not sure at that stage if it was gonna be one to take forward with the light quite dark as they flew over so I just I just sat back and took it in as they flew over our heads. A therapeutic and moving moment taking me back to why I fell in love with this bird too. And I needed that. A great moment to end #12Days wild too.

Just before the end of the walk I was happy to spot a Stonechat, a bird given the habitats we’ve walked in so far this year I was surprised we had not seen sooner. Where it had been the big bird 100 of my 2018 it was my 90th bird of 2021. It was comical that a bird I associate with it the Dartford Warbler as you see them in similar places and often together was 2-0 up on Stonechats this year before this! But it tied up a loose end and quashed any talk that Stonechat may be my bogey bird this year so the one I normally see quite easily and/or quickly but don’t in a year. I am sure I will award this title to a species in 2021 but shall not rush to as I know restrictions will mean it’s harder to see some or see them soon. At the moment there is a nice list of species I may have seen about or before now in years gone by that I have to aim for and nd that will be something among other things that will great to look forward to when restrictions maybe can ease to keep me going. Stay safe all.

Wildlife Sightings Summary: My first Black-tailed Godwit, Spoonbill, Grey Heron, Turnstone, Goldeneye, Spotted Redshank, Greenshank and Stonechat of the year, six of my favourite birds the Dartford Warbler, Kingfisher, Brent Goose, Shelduck, Little Egret and Great Crested Grebe, Little Grebe, Cormorant, Canada Goose, Mute Swan, Mallard, Tufted Duck, Teal, Wigeon, Shoveler, Pintail, Avocet, Oystercatcher, Grey Plover, Lapwing, Redshank, Snipe, Dunlin, Black-headed Gull, Herring Gull, Robin, Meadow Pipit, Blackbird, Carrion Crow, Raven and I heard Wren and House Sparrow.

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