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nad-zeta · 3 years ago

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The Tyger Storytime

Pairings: Nobunaga x Reader

Words: 990+

Comments: Eeeeeeeek SECRET SANTA TIMEEEEE and my sweet victim this time around was @mineko811!!!! ❤☺heheeh love you lots lil mineko! ❤☺You are such a kind sweetheart and I am honoured to be your secret Santa! I hope you enjoy this cutie! 😳😳😳😳

Note: The poem in the story is called The Tyger by William Blake

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You called for me?" You sighed out in exasperation as you slipped open the paper doors of the tenshu without so much of a knock.

Crossing the threshold of the door, you smiled and shook your head, remembering the first time the man had called for you. Back then, back when you were new, back when you were still very much sceptical as to whether you had truly slipped through the cracks of time. Truly, it felt like yesterday that you were summoned from your new room moments after the incident with the one-eyed, lead feet trudging up the stairs while hands squeezed tightly. How different you were now to the past that called out meekly, if not with a tinge of irritation to the unknown. That night had not been particularly eventful; however, you did manage to learn two critical pieces of information. One: the great Nobunaga had trouble sleeping and had absolutely no shame about waking the entire castle staff for his entertainment, and two: he was similar to a child when it came to bedtimes.

Lazing on his futon, blood eyes watched you with amusement as you entered, moving around the room with graceful purpose. He waited patiently for you, knowing the little routine the two of you fell into, off by heart.

First, you would quietly heat some milk— green tea for yourself, because only the power of caffeine would keep you from smacking him for robbing you of your slumber.

Next, you'd crack open the windows and the balcony door— the first time you did this, mistrustful eyes watched but dared not disrupt, as the dagger beneath his pillow was kept close.

Scour the massive book collection the man kept in the corner of his room, only to sigh out and finally make your way to his bedside was next— honestly, you still didn't know why you even looked. Perhaps it was the same reason people would visit their fridge multiple times a day, even though the contents remained unchanged.

While Nobunaga would never admit it, he loved the next part of your ritual. There was just something about the simple act of being tucked into bed. The way you gently secured the heavy blankets around him; it made him feel safe and warm, like nothing in the world would be able to get near him.

What entertaining story shall my fireball bestow upon me tonight?" Glimmering eyes peeked out from the blanket that had been pulled up to his chin.

You had to admit, after month three of storytelling, you were starting to run on empty with your mental archive. Pounding for a moment, your eyes drifted around the room for some much-needed inspiration, that is when you saw it— or rather didn't. The glowing pearl in the endless sea of black was missing. The night was darker than usual, bringing about a whole new train of thought as the breeze caressed your cheek. A new moon, and by your estimation, the first new moon of the new year— that could only mean one thing.

"No story tonight, sorry," you said curtly, although betrayed by the wrinkles of your mouth as your gaze remained on the night sky.

A huff of air could be heard coming from the lump beside you. You didn't even need to turn to know that his brows had pulled together and eyes had narrowed while his mouth remained in a razor-thin line, "well there are other ways to tire-"

"Tyger! Tyger! burning bright

In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?" you recited softly, cutting off whatever ridiculous suggestion he was about to propose.

Seemingly satisfied, Nobunaga hushed and settled back down with a childlike smile.

"In what distant deeps or skies

Burnt the fire of thine eyes?

On what wings dare he aspire?

What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,

Could twist the sinews of thy heart?

And when thy heart began to beat,

What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?

In what furnace was thy brain?

What the anvil? what dread grasp

Dare its deadly terrors clasp?"

He hung on to your every word, absorbing it as he held his breath with every beat of the poem. His eyes never left your glowing silhouette. While you, on the other hand, were far, far, far away, drifting off in the empty space.

"When the stars threw down their spears,

And water'd heaven with their tears,

Did he smile his work to see?

Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright

In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?"

Once the poem was done, the room fell into silence once more. After a moment or two, your eyes finally turned from the infinite space, pulled back down to the earth, back to your whole world, back to Nobunaga.

Threading your long boney fingers through his raven trusses— careful to avoid his ears— cause heaven only knows the kind of trouble you would be in if you enacted the declaration of war. Last it ended with a floor full of feathers and an earful from brother mother— Nobunaga, for making a mess, and you, for striking his lord with a pillow.

Nobunaga's eyes had long since fluttered closed, allowing himself to enjoy the soft movements of your fingers against his scalp. Truly he enjoyed these small intimate moments far more than he ever cared to admit. It was still beyond him how a simple woman could break down every wall he had spent since childhood constructing and become such an intricate part of his life.

"Sleep now, and may the year of the tiger be filled with an abundance of blessings," you whispered against his forehead, leaving him with a kiss from lady luck before making your own way to the land of slumber.

#nobunaga #ikesen nobunaga #nobunaga oda #oda nobunaga #ikemen sengoku #nobunaga x reader

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strangeinternetwasteland · 3 years ago

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Congratulations on your 300 followers! I would like to send in an ask for the match up. I would like either JJK OR bnha which ever would be easier for you (preferably male match up). I am creavity with big imagination. I am more of tomboy than being girly per say but I do have my moments. I like animals, but scared of mice due to my childhood incident that climb over my foot. I am independent and mostly loner than being social. Idk if this works 😭💀 but please and thank you

Babe, you’re so funny of course this works…. Thank you for participating…. Your matchup in Megumi because even though he seems cold and distant (He is his daddy’s son) he’s very sweet and loving deep down and would love to take care of you. You didn’t specify SFW or NSFW so…. SFW YOU GET (totally will write you a NSFW if you’d like)

It was the high pitched scream in the middle of night that awoke Megumi. Normally, you’d be sleeping at this time of night, so when Megumi found you on top of the table in the middle of night with the frightened look on your face, needless to say, he was confused.

“Everything all right?” He asked you with a look of disbelief on his face.

“No. Everything is not all right! I saw a… a..” You stuttered your facing turning pale. Your eyes narrowed in on something across the room as you pointed to it.

“A?” Megumi answered hastily and followed your finger. Crawling on the opposite side of the room was a spider.

“EEEEEEEEK!” You screamed loudly enough to wake everyone this time.

Everyone came barreling into the kitchen to see what the commotion was all about. Yuuji and Nobara just laughed at you. Gojo who looked flawless, came in from the other side, and slapped his hand against the wall. The noise scared you, and you instantly jumped into Megumi’s arms.

“Oh, what’s wrong Y/n-San?” Gojo snickered at your reaction. “Are you afraid? Is Megumi going to protect you from the little spider?”

Everyone snickered and left the two of you alone.

“If you wanted a hug you could have just said so.” He joked before bringing you to bed.

“Okay, but what about the spider?” You asked concerned. Megumi laughed and shook his head, it seemed like everyone was in on the joke but you.

#Thanks for the ask!#I love my moots #Lorelie’s 300 Followers Event #megumi x reader #jjk megumi #jjk #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu megumi #megumi x you #fushiguro megumi #megumi fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen megumi #megumi x y/n

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a-simp-20 · 3 years ago

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"FAMILY??" [DORI SAKURADA FAN FIC]

Pt.1 Pt.11 Pt.111

Pt.1v [wip]

[AIB Cast Masterlist]

Summary: Ila,Ace and Chloe discover's that Dori's Characters are in their universe,but not only those 3 will know..but the other's will know too..soon enough

Warning!: none

Genre: Crack

ENJOY THE STORY

Everyone stood silently there in the middle of the room,Dori and Ila went to the couch to sit down. Dori gesturing his Character's to si down too,Dori wad sitting right beside all of his Character's while Ila,Chloe and Ace were in front of them all. Chloe's eyes we're focused on Niragi and Suguru, she tried to hold back a smile that was forming on her face.

She was smiling all because of her favorite character existing in her universe,every fan would react just like her..except for Ace,her curiosity got the best of her as she examined all of Dori's character's is curiosity. Ila being herself didn't say a word,she is right now too focused on thinking on how Dori's Character's get into their universe.

"Okay now,how can I explain this to the three of you?" Dori said,clapping his hands while getting up from his seat "Oh!,I know how..so..ano...yesterday I came home from work and well..got inside my house to see these dudes here" Dori said,gesturing to the 6 of his character's.

"Just like that?,you didn't questioned them on how they all got here?" Ila asked,arching a brow"Well I did,and they were all the same. They said they fell asleep and just ended up in my house" Dori said,going back to the kitchen to grab the popcorn he made"So you guys just fell asleep?" Ace asked. All of them nodded eagerly at her "THAT IS SO COOL!" "I've Always want to meet you!" Chloe said excitedly pointing at Suguru and Niragi "well I would like it if you shut your trap!" "EEEEEEEEK!" She screeched almost passing out on the couch"gurl!,you Better calm down" Ila told her,while patting her shoulder"Oh come on Ila!,I know you're a Niragi Simp too!,you have to screech inside right?" Chloe said with a wide smile of excitement "well..i mean you're not wrong...BUT THATS NOT THE PROBLEM HERE" Ila said shutting everyone up"the problem is,is that why did they suddenly got to our universe?" She asked"true" Ace said crossing her arms against her chest.

"Maybe we should introduce ourselves?,or do you guy's already know who we are??" Ryuichi said,while petting Fanta that is on his lap.

[AFTER EXPLAINING]

After the whole chaotic explaining to the three girls,they all decided to hang out with each other..for example!,Niragi trying to avoid Chloe AKA his number one fangirl by running around the living room for some reason.

Ryuichi,Suguru,Mugi and Ace are in the backyard playing with Fanta,teaching Fanta Some tricks that the four know that dogs do. They even tried to train Fanta on trying steal Niragis rifle so that the four of them could bury it somewhere in the backyard as a prank...even though they are going to get killed after they got caught.

Fukami trying to flirt with Ila on the couch,as she watches the man's hand getting closer to her cheek,she panicked so she grabbed the nearest object that she could grab,and that object is Fanta as she held Fanta in front of Fukami's face as Fanta looked at him cutely and proceeded to lick Fukami on the face multiple times,which made Fukami scrunch up his nose in annoyance as Ila just wheezes in the background at Fukami's change of emotions.

Dori smiles at the whole scene as he was in the kitchen making sandwiches for everyone.Fukami came in the kitchen, turning on the tap and rubbing his face with water all because of Fanta's slobber on his face. Dori just chuckled as Fukami looked at him squinting his eyes a bit annoyed "And what are you laughing about?" Fukami asked him "Nothing,nothing!..it's just that try not to flirt with her,she's Islam and in Islam you shall not date but instantly get married with the one that you love the most" Dori said with a soft smile "Wait..so that means will she accept if i propose to her-" "No!,no she will not Fukami. She already showed on how she doesn't like you and that she is completely uncomfortable on watching your drama" Dori said,putting the sandwiches on a metal tray while grabbing one to only shove it inside Fukami's mouth to shut him up "Have fun eating Fukami kun!" Dori said grabbing the tray and walking out of the kitchen.

"Hey guys!,I made sandwiches!. Come and get em!" Dori sat the tray down onto the coffee table of the living room,grabbing one sandwich for himself. Ila grabbing one,when she was about to bite it she noticed a piece of meat in there "Is this halal meat or did you buy it from the supermarket?" She asked Dori "Don't worry,I bought the meat from the halal mini market that you always go to,so you can eat it" Dori replies,she shrugs and bit on the sandwich.

When Niragi was going to bite on his sandwich, Fanta quickly took it out of his hand and ran away to his dog bowl to eat it "Oi!,I already gave you food!" Niragi said as he chases Fanta around the living room. Everyone laughed at the scene as they all sit on the living room couches and decided to watch a movie together.

[TIME SKIP]

The three girls said their good bye after the movie ended, Dori closing the door as they left.

The next day,Dori already signed Suguru,Mugi and Ryuichi into their schools. Suguru explains to Dori that,that he forgot the he was a highschooler,Dori didn't believed him at first until he told Dori tye things that he learned from his school. Right now Dori is in his car with the three of them plus Taketo in there too,when the three of them first saw the principal of the school,they though that the principal will question on why Dori's so called Son's look exactly the same like on of his characters from his drama's..but surprisingly,the principal didn't asked at all. So all its left to do is to drop off the three of them at their school "Okay,we're here. You three behave..Especially YOU yous mister" Dori said,looking at Mugi from through the mirror "psh! What about me?" "Do not be H#rny to girls,just do whatever a normal high schooler would do,you got that?..or do you want to be suspended,because this is the only school that is a bit far away from the house" Dori explains "Okay okay!,I'll try my be-" "There is no trying Mugi,I want you to just be normal..ONCE!,I'm going to kick you out of the house if you ever touch any girls in this school" "Fine!" Mugi said crossing his arms. Taketo smiling at him "C'mon Mugi kun,you can do it!. And make sure you get straight A's!" Taketo said Patting Mugi's back,him still holding his broken electric guitar "Can we get out now?" Suguru asked,looking at Dori from the passenger seat "Yes you may,just keep an eye on Mugi here" Dori said,looking Mugi then to Ryuichi "We will!" Ryuichi chimes as the three of them got out of the car,leaving only Dori and Taketo in there.

"So,where are we going?" Taketo asked Dori "We're going to my work place where I'm going to shoot as Niragi and Suguru" Dori explains as he starts up the car again "And? Why are you bringing me?" "Because,remember that I told you I have a friend of mine that's in a band?,yeah that. He said that he needs one more guitarist in his band" Dori say's again as he drove off from the school. Fukami and Niragi found their usual jobs,Niragi as a game engineer and Fukami works at a Café and a partpart time professor at a college,than unfortunately..Ila was in.

Fukami begged to Dori that he wanted to be a part time professor in that college,Dori was confused until he realized that Ila and her other friends were in that college. He knew that Fukami liked Ila,since the other day Fukami was flirting at her,resulting a slobbery lick from Fanta after that. Back again,Dori parks the car at the parking lot of the studio as he and Taketo got out of the car,walking towards the studio "So who's this friend of yours Dori kun?" Fukami asked as he clutched on his broken guitar more "You'll see" Dori responded "What if people would question on why I look like you,or maybe they watched my movie?" "Well,most of them Watched Even" "Whaaaat!?,that's the title of my movie!?,pff- Lameee~" Taketo whined as they both got in front of the studio's door "Okay..you ready Takehito?" Dori asked looking at him "Yup!,ready as I can be!,can't wait to see my new teacher!" Taketo chirps as they got in the studio.

They got in the studio to be met with stares and whispers,Dori noticed this and so does Taketo,the only one that is nervous between the both of them is Dori,while Taketo just greets at people with his sweet and playful smile. Dori gets annoyed by this and grabs Taketo's wrist,dragging him through the halls of the studio to the main one.

They got in the main studio to be met with then one and only Director Shinsuke Sato "Dori!- what the who's this-" "I can explain later,can you gather everyone so that I can like..explain??" Shinsuke nodded as he called everyone to gather around Dori.

[HOW MANY MINUTES LATER]

After explaining,everyone understood and started chatting with Taketo being friends with him. Dori just sigh's and sit's on a nearby chair as he looks at Taketo from a far "So..why is he carrying a broken guitar?" Dori looks at Nobuaki who asked him,Dori was already in his Niragi costume While Nobuaki is already in his Hatter costume that had fake blood on bus chest..a hole to be specific..a fake one "Well,he's a band leader. He plays the electric Guitar,it's broken because he threw it by accident because he couldn't controll his anger" Dori explains to Nobuaki "I see he has some pride In him..but ok guess he's just frustrated and and went back to his normal giddy happy self" Nobuaki said sitting besides Dori "Hey Nobu do you remember that you told me that you needed another guitarist in your band?..well Taketo here..is the perfect person to be in your band"

Sorry for the shooty ending...i'm tired right now and I'm trying to find some fluffy Niragi fics..i really want a pre broderlnad Niragi fic right now,but I can't seem to find one.

Can you guys like recommend me some fluffy Niragi fics? Thanks and love all of you :3.

#alice in borderland #sakurada dori #dori sakurada #niragi suguru #suguru niragi #fukami hiroto #mugi #ryuichi #taketo #Even #coffe and vanilla #aib #Koe koi #scums wish

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lizacstuff · 3 years ago

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Hey, Liza! Did you see the second fragman? It seems like we are finally going to see flashbacks with Serkan’s POV and omg, the video 😭 breakdown is coming

Hi! I'm answering a couple of days late, but yes I saw the second fragman and I'm so excited!

It very much feels like this is Serkan's episode where we see his journey to accepting fatherhood, so I'm very, very hopeful that this is the episode where they finally show us his POV in the flashbacks.

WE NEED IT.

The line Serkan says to Eda in the fragman, "You're going to listen to me," would seem to indicate that there might be an important conversation coming. Let's hope it's Serkan finally confessing why he broke up with her and pushed her away. We need to find that out and Eda really needs that information.

As for the upcoming breakdown... FINALLY. We've been needing to see a Serkan breakdown for ages. They really cheated us out of one after the amnesia story. I think we were all expecting some intense emotion from him when he remembered and realized what he'd put Eda through, but those writers sucked and didn't understand the characters or the assignment (even a little.)

However, I'm not sure I'm ready, lmao. That 2 second clip in the fragman of Serkan crying while watching the video of Kiraz and Eda had me tearing up when I first saw it. No joke. Eeeeeeeek... those scenes are going to gut me.

#sckask #sen cal kapimi #sck spoilers #sck speculation #sck 2x43 #sck 2x03 #asklizac #anonymous

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moosefrog · 4 years ago

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Damian: ...the noise was irritating but it wasn’t just that, there was this feeling of dread that I couldn’t shake. NOT that I couldn’t, if I had wanted to, of course.

Tim: Uh-huh.

Jon: SHHHHHHHH. Then what, Damian?

Damian: Tt. Naturally I went to investigate. After all, this was survival training and for all I knew, grandfather had unleashed some sort of terror to test me. It wouldn’t do to show fear in the face of a trial. I was most likely being observed, you see.

Jason: That makes sense. It’s the sort of eff’d up thing the Al Ghul’s would think up.

Damian: So I circled the camp until I figured out where the sound was coming from and followed it carefully, waiting for an attack at any moment. The forest was dense, and dark, so dark that the light of the full moon couldn’t penetrate to the forest floor. I was creeping along blind surrounded by an infernal buzzing that at this point was all around me. But ahead, through the trees, there WAS light so I cautiously headed that way and found a clearing. A perfectly circular clearing free from trees that the moonlight was illuminating.

Tim: A clearing isn’t that creepy. I doubt it was ‘perfectly circular’.

Damian: You weren’t there. *nose in the air* And it wasn’t just a clearing. In the middle of the clearing was a staircase.

Jon: *GASP*

Tim: A staircase? That’s it? That’s the scariest thing you’ve ever seen?

Jason: Shit. I’ve got goosebumps.

Damian: *shrugs* It was a thing where a thing was not supposed to be. I found it quite eerie. It was a single-story wooden staircase. It was a dark wood with a light-coloured carpet running up the stairs. It was perfectly clean, no debris on it like you’d expect, and it showed no signs of weathering. It was as if someone had taken it from a home and had deposited it in the middle of the woods that day.

Jason: Damn.

Jon: I would’ve been so spooked.

Tim: *eyes narrowed* You expect me to believe you saw a brand-new staircase in the middle of the woods. Are you sure Ra’s didn’t put it there to mess with you?

Damian: No. I don’t know that my grandfather had put it there but what I do know is, it felt very wrong. There were no sounds in the night. All of the animals and insects had stopped making noise. There were no signs around the clearing that anybody had been there.

Tim: ..but that doesn’t mean it hadn’t been flown in and set down by means of a helicopter earlier that day. Just saying there’s probably a rational explanation for this.

Damian: That thought had occurred to me, Drake. Even at the age of six I wasn’t stupid. The noise seemed to be emanating from the staircase so, after a brief internal struggled, I had decided to investigate.

Tim: Sensible. It's just a staircase.

Jason: Idiotic. It's clearly not 'just' anything.

Jon: Heroic! You were so brave, Damian!

Damian: Tt. I only got a few feet into the moonlight when I realized I was not alone. I could not see the other person but I was aware they were there. Watching me. Then I heard a man say 'meow'.

Jon: Whaaaat?

Tim: Pffft.

Jason: *nodding his head*

Damian: Not like I just said it, but rather like he was trying the syllables out for the first time only his voice was a monotone and it sort of... buzzed. I had no idea who my grandfather might have hired to test me but I wasn't going to let them get to me. I unleashed every projectile I had on me then hopped back into the darkness and waited to see who would reveal themself. A... man stepped out from beneath the staircase and the buzzing noise had intensified. He was holding an arm and looking back and forth and, I swear to you, this man when he looked in my direction? He had no face. His face was completely smooth where he should have had features!

Jon: AUUGGHGHGHGHGH!

Jason: Jesus fuck!

Tim: Ski mask.

Damian: That had been enough for me and I ran away from the staircase, grabbed what few things I had at my camp, and kept running until the sun finally rose. I never spoke of what I had seen to my grandfather and he never brought it up; which I suspect means he didn't know about it... or my failure to stand my ground.

Jon: *whispers* That's the scariest story I've ever heard!

Tim: The most made up story, maybe.

Jason: I donno, Timbo. I've heard of mystery staircases like that before and I've heard of faceless mimics...

Tim: What other subreddits do you hang out on Jason? This is standard creepypasta stuff! I thought we were supposed to be scaring each other?

Damian: Oh. That didn't scare you. Hm. Unlike say, attempting to flush your Nintendo switch down the toilet? Would that scare you, Drake?

Tim: You wouldn't da–

Damian: *already running up the stairs*

Tim: EEEEEEEEK! YOU BETTER NOT! *runs after him*

Jon: *whispers* I was scared...

*screaming and banging from upstairs followed by a toilet flushing*

Jason: NOW I'm scared.

#batman #batfam #damian wayne #tim drake #jon kent #jason todd #batbros #it's that time of year #for spooky stories #check out the nosleep subreddit for spooky stories about stair cases and faceless people #lolpost

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themusicplayedherlife · 5 years ago

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Growing Up (18)

pairing: steve rogers x reader characters: reader, steve rogers, pietro and wanda m., clint, natasha, maria h., sam w. word count: 3k+ warnings: some angst, some doubt and a little bit of fluff summary: its time to clean things out, but you might not be as okay as you’re trying to make yourself seem a/n: eeeeeeeek so close to the end

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There are 365 days in a year.

Over 4,000 days were spent hating a man that only wanted to right a wrong that was done to him. 4,000 days used to crucify and push him away when all he wanted was to spend time with you, his eldest daughter.

“It’s not your fault,” a gentle voice whispers into the dark room as warm fingers trail up and down your back.

But isn’t it?

“You didn’t know.”

It doesn’t matter. The unwarranted hatred you pushed on him is despicable; the hurt you inflicted on him is unforgivable.

Soft lips press against your temple. “Talk to me.”

There’s nothing to talk about, you mentally convey, pressing yourself closer to the tall, muscular body pressed against yours, stuffing your face into his chest.

Steve sighs, and his hold on you tightens. “I don’t think he hated her for what she did.” He says it so gently into the air that you barely catch it. “He was angry, yes.” He tugs on your strands gently before weaving his fingers into your hair. “But he never hated her.”

Your face reacts, twitching into an unpleasant frown. “How do you know that?”

“Because he understood,” Steve starts slowly, thinking over his words carefully, “Tony… he was… he was a good defender. The reason he was able to win his cases was because he understood both sides. He didn’t just tackle the case as the defense, he also became the prosecutor. He stood on both sides, fighting both battles.”

You drink in his words, mulling them over as they twist and turn in your mind, trying to get you to understand.

“He understood why your mom did what she did because he looked at it from her side; he understood because you were the only thing either of them had left. And he knew they would both fight at nothing just to be able to have you for one last moment.”

You pick at his shirt. “But did she have to stoop so low?” There had to have been other options. “Was shared custody so bad?”

“Desperate people do desperate things,” he speaks into your hair, words a little muffled.

“I don’t think I’ll ever understand,” you admit. “Or that I’ll forgive her, I just—“

“I know,” he says, confident that he does. And maybe he does know. Maybe he knows better than anyone. He’s been by your side since Tony died, seen you at your worst and best and most of all, he’s been by Tony’s side, too, watching him struggle with the fact that his eldest daughter wanted nothing to do with him, both living their lives separately because of a desperate lie.

You press against him and allow the heat of his body, the caress of his fingers in your hair, and his soothing lips against your skin lull you to sleep, knowing that tomorrow, no matter how you feel about your mother and this horrible situation she created, you have Maria, Steve, and the twins in your corner.

The morning is quiet, not a single peep from the twins or Maria. Usually Maria would be up already, dragging her small body to your bed and trying to wake you up—weekend be damned. But today, this morning, she’s awfully quiet and you’re starting to think it might have to do with the twins.

You breathe in, campfires and clean soap engulfing your senses.

Steve’s chest rises and falls rhythmically, and his voice comes out as a raspy whisper. “Good morning.”

“Morning,” you greet back, shyness seeping into your voice.

He chuckles, his sweet voice hoarse and sleep ridden. “Sleep well?”

You stuff your face into his chest, allowing his arms to wrap around you completely. “Yeah. You?”

“Sleeping with you by my side?” His chest rises and falls deeply. “Best sleep ever.”

You laugh and his chest rumbles with his own laughter. “I don’t want to get up,” you mumble and he hums, his fingers weaving into your hair. You sigh contently and stretch languidly, your toes barely grazing his ankles.

“Then don’t.” He wraps his arms around you, leg thrown over your waist and caging you in. “Let's stay in bed.”

“Steve,” you whine with a laugh. “I have things to do.”

“Mhmm, like what?”

“Like cleaning out the house.” His hold on you grows lax, and he pulls away just enough to look into your eyes. You smile up at him, wide and as bright as you can muster. “I think it’s time I make this mine and Maria’s home? Don’t you?”

His blue eyes search yours, flying across your face and he cups your cheeks as if to keep you in place, as if you’d move away from him, deny him the opportunity to drink you in. You’d be stupid to deny him that right.

Birds chirp outside your window and you swear you hear Maria’s giggles coming from outside and Pietro’s loud laugh, but it all washes away when Steve’s lips descend on yours in a lazy, sweet kiss.

Kiss swollen lips, gentle touches, and bright blue eyes are all you feel and see for the next few minutes, the unconditional love and care Steve has for you pouring into you with every brush of his lips.

“If you keep kissing me, I won’t want to get out of bed,” you confess airily into the small space between you, haphazardly counting every individual lash fluttering against his skin in your mind.

He chuckles and he bumps his nose with yours, parted lips barely brushing against yours. “It’s a shame, isn’t it?”

“Mhmm, such a shame.”

His eyes twinkle and you can’t help but press your lips against his once more, and if it takes you another hour to get out of bed, it isn’t your fault. It’s his.

Tony has a lot of paperwork you realize as you sort through his office. Most of it are drawings by Maria that he most likely couldn’t bring himself to throw away. You shuffle through them, smiling at each one—stick figures of Pepper and Tony, and of shapeless animals, and colorful houses. Her drawings improve with each one.

Your smile grows wider when you come to a different drawing. Four figures are standing in a meadow of red flowers: there’s a red head, tall and wearing a white triangle dress—Pepper, she’s holding hands with a tiny stick figure, a pigtailed brunette wearing a small, pink triangle dress—Maria, and next to her is what you assume is you, taller than her but shorter than the figure next to her, smiling and holding hands with her and him, tall stick figure in rectangle pants and blue shirt—Tony.

She once asked, “We’re family?” Maybe it wasn’t directed at you at all.

You feel foolish for thinking she never saw you as family, when she always has. This drawing is proof of that.

You put it aside to frame it the next chance you get.

“Where do you want these?”

You pause to look over your shoulder. Pietro stands at the entrance of the office with a box with the written word: clothes that was stored in the garage. “Take them to Wanda and Maria. They have the clothes pile.”

He nods and disappears down the hallway.

Placing the rest of the drawings in a box, you’re taken by surprise when a folded paper falls to your feet. You eye it curiously as you pick it up. It’s worn, like it’s been opened and stored away so many times, but kept safe and guarded. Following the lines, you carefully unfold it.

Colorful lines greet your eyes and your breath stalls in your throat, hand slapping over your mouth to keep you from gasping aloud.

A row of buildings of different color are etched onto the piece of paper, blue water colored hastily and out of line, a simple boat that looks more like a banana floating in the middle of it while it carries a little stick figure holding a much taller one by the hand, identical curved lines spread wide on their round faces. Your name is written messily in the corner and right under it, in much neater writing than your messy one are the words; one day.

You slide to the floor, eyes scanning over the drawing endlessly, trying to desperately convince yourself that it couldn’t be yours, that he couldn’t have kept it all this time—why would he?

“Daddy! Daddy!” You started from your place in his office, dragging the book with you as you ran to him, not caring that you were slurring words. “This really a city on water?”

Tony, who had been reading over something looked up and smiled when you shoved the book of different places around the world in his face. “It is.”

“Can we go, puhlease, daddy?” You glanced up at him, doing your best to wobble your bottom lip.

He chuckled. “Better learn how to swim first, kiddo.”

You frowned, staring at the picture in your book. “You think momma will sign me up for swimming?” Mom didn’t seem to like it when you wanted to do things without her anymore.

He picked you up and settled you on his lap, staring down at the picture over your shoulder. “Don’t worry, kid. If she says no, I’ve got your back.”

You beamed, eyes wide with excitement and childlike wonder. “So we can go?”

“One day,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

Tiny arms wrap around your neck from behind, warmth spreading around you. Maria's soft voice echoes in your head, reminding you that Tony did love you. He always loved you.

Your eyes lift from the paper and standing at the door is Steve. He watches you, eyes soft and warm and restraining himself physically from running to you by grabbing onto the door frame. Instead, he stays in place as Maria holds you as you allow yourself to cry.

It takes two weekends and a couple days in between to clean up the house. Truthfully, most of the time, you find yourself hating it; hating yourself, hating this, hating Tony, hating mom, everything. It’s emotional and draining and it takes a lot of breaks and quiet moments to recollect yourself, but you somehow manage, especially when you tell yourself to be strong for Maria.

It’s hard to part with Tony and Pepper’s things. Especially now that your feelings are all over the place; it’s like you’re giving up a part of them that you never allowed yourself to see and learn. It breaks your heart.

It’s even harder for Maria.

She clings to your waist, watching as Steve and Pietro load a rented truck with the things that you don’t really need, but could have kept if you wanted to. You had both agreed there are people out there that need them more than you.

She’s trying to be strong, but the tight hold on your waist says otherwise, and you don’t blame her. While you’re giving up a part of them you never tried to get to know, she's giving up every single thing she knew about them and loved them for. But Maria understood that it was time to move on, for your sake, and hers. And with Steve’s help, you did compromise. You both kept a couple of things of theirs that you just couldn’t bare part with. You weren’t letting go of Tony and Pepper completely.

You smooth her hair out of her face and she looks up at you with red eyes and you flash her a watery smile that she returns.

“I’m okay,” she says, as if reading your mind. Your thumb caresses her cheekbone as you cup her jaw, gently pressing her closer to you. “We’ll be okay.”

Yeah. You will be.

With the last of the boxes on the truck, Wanda turns to you with a patient and caring gaze. “You ready?”

“Readier than we’ll ever be.”

You help Maria into the passenger side of the truck and then slide in yourself after buckling her in. Steve hops into the driver's seat and looks at you as he starts the truck. You give him a small nod and smile and with one of his own, he pulls out of the driveway.

The ride to the shelter is quiet, the only sound coming from the radio station. Occasionally, you catch Steve staring at you and every time you do, you’d smile. The arm wrapped around Maria lifts from her small body to rub his shoulder, hoping to ease his worry, and it works because soon he’s more relaxed in his seat, no longer rigid.

Another thirty minutes in traffic and soon you arrive at your destination, a shelter for families from low income neighborhoods to come together and do activities and have healthy options for food, as well as a place to stay for families that have been forcibly relocated or lost their homes.

According to Steve and Maria, Tony and Pepper would donate a hefty amount of their personal savings and would hold charity events to help raise money for it—it being the Avengers Shelter. Before Steve made the suggestion, you had heard of the place, but you didn’t know Pepper and Tony were somehow associated with the foundation.

Apparently, they kept their donations a secret from most, never reporting it in their taxes. And the charity events were credited to the firm, not them, even if they were the hosts.

(“They saw no point,” Steve answered when you asked why. “Didn’t believe that good deeds should be announced, just… done.”

You frowned and leaned your head against the window. If you had known, maybe your stubborn ass wouldn’t have minded being linked to Tony and the firm so much.)

You help Maria out of the truck just as the back door of the place opens to reveal Sam, who flashes you a wide grin. At the familiar face, Maria wiggles out of your hold and runs to him, greeting him jovially. Clint and Natasha appear behind him along with a few other employees from the firm that you recognize.

Natasha gathers you into a tight hug as you greet her. “Come, let's leave the boys to do the heavy lifting.”

Clint rolls his eyes, but he agrees with his wife. “Go, take a tour, you’re gonna love the place.” He surprises you with a small kiss to your cheek before joining Steve and the others.

Natasha laughs at the expression on your face. “Well?”

Your eyes meets Steve’s and he tilts his head towards the shelter and you bite your lip before nodding. “All right.” Maria skips back to you as you hold your hand out for her.

You follow Natasha inside and immediately, apart from all the noise of children laughing and playing, are hit with cinnamon and nutmeg?

Natasha, noticing you sniffing the air, smirks and leads you to a closed door. “Baking classes. I think they’re making cinnamon spice cookies.”

Maria’s eyes light up. “Can I join?”

“There’s another class in an hour that you can join,” a female voice behind you announces, one that Maria seems to recognize because her head perks up and she smiles brightly not just at the opportunity to be in the class, but the person. “Hello, we haven’t had the pleasure of meeting, yet. My name is Maria Hill.”

You accept her handshake and return her polite smile with your own name.

“She’s the Director of the foundation,” Natasha explains as Hill leads you deeper into the place.

A child runs between your group and apologizes loudly, screaming something about being late for some kind of practice. Hill shakes her head fondly, calling out to the child to be more careful.

“So,” you start, glancing around and taking in the picnic tables with adults and children eating or helping one another with something—homework, paperwork, projects etc. Hill called it the Open Space. “You’re the reason why this place is so well taken care of and loved.”

She looks at you over her shoulder briefly before leading you outside to grassy terrain and Maria excuses herself by asking for permission to go play. Natasha goes with her. “As much as I’d like to take the credit, it’s actually all thanks to Nick Fury and your father, Miss Stark. They founded this place when it was most needed. I’m only helping grow what they’ve built.”

That news is a revelation to you. “I didn’t even know they founded this place.”

“Tony did prefer keeping some of his achievements private, surprisingly enough,” she jokes as you watch over the children playing on the small field. “But Fury has never shied from his accomplishments as Director, even after retiring he likes to remind me that he’s the reason they were able to secure this plot of land.”

You snort.

“I want to thank you,” Hill suddenly says and your head whips in her direction. “For the clothes and everything. I know it isn’t easy to give up their things, especially so soon after…” It’s been a couple of months, a little over half a year, but it still feels so fresh.

You press your lips together, one side lifting slowly. “It’s not, but we have to learn to let go at some point, don’t we?”

She studied you for a moment before smiling warmly at you. “As long as you take your time.”

Your pull at the hem of your shirt. “Miss Hill, if there’s any way I can help—“

She grips your shoulder gently. “Don’t worry, Tony and Pepper made sure that even after they’re gone, we’d be financially secure. We are, however, always looking for volunteers. And a secretarial position just opened up, if you’re interested.”

Your eyes widen. “I’d love to volunteer, but I don’t know about the job.”

“You’re still a student, correct?” You nod and she smiles. “Well, you’ll always have a job here, Fury made sure of that. Said that if his favorite ankle biter ever came around asking for a job, that we made sure we had one.”

You cringe; that definitely sounds like Nick all right. “I’m sorry.”

She laughs. “Don’t be. I’ve seen your resume.” You raise about eyebrow at that. “Besides Fury doesn’t vouch for just any body and I trust his judgement.” Her eyes move from your face to over your shoulder and she offers you one last squeeze and smile before pulling out a card from her pocket and handing it to you. “I should be heading back inside. If you have any questions, let me know.” You thank her and she gives a quick nod before leaving you.

Hands settle on your shoulders and they shake you gently, playfully. “What do you think so far?” Steve asks, his lips close enough to your ear to brush against your skin.

You lean back into him. “Why did Tony try to hide this?”

His hands travel down the length of your arms and they wrap around your waist, securing you against him. “He didn’t,” Steve answers, a little hesitant and that’s when you know it’s not because he wanted to hide this from you. It’s because you didn’t want to listen.

Your eyes water as Maria plays with the other kids, chasing them around the courtyard. “I really messed up, didn’t I?”

His hold on you tightens and your hands land on his thicker ones. He presses a kiss to your temple. “No. You didn’t. You couldn’t have known.”

“But I could have,” your voice cracks and your head hangs low. “If I had just—if I hadn’t been so angry—“

He sighs and it tickles your ear, but you don’t move, allowing him to take hold of your hands as his warmth leaves your back. “I want to show you something.”

He leads you back inside and you look back at Maria and Natasha, finding Natasha’s eyes on you, a small smile on her face.

“We won’t be gone for long,” he reassures you, squeezing your hand.

Steve leads you upstairs, towards the offices of the staff and stands in front of the door. He lets go of your hand and turns on his heels to look down at you. “This—this was Pepper’s and Tony’s office.”

Your heart leaps and your take a step back. “Steve—“

He reaches for your wrist, holding it gently in his large hands. “I think… I think you should see this.”

His blue eyes are gently and full of patience, searching your face for who knows what. You shift on your feet, wondering whether or not you should convince Steve to take you elsewhere, but instead you let out a loud sigh and nod. “Okay.”

He lets go of your wrist to reach for the doorknob. “For two years now, Pepper was dividing her time between the firm and this place, so most of everything here was hers, except for—“ he opens the door and he steps aside to let you in, but you immediately regret it.

It’s another punch to the gut and your heart can’t take it anymore. It was so much easier when you thought Tony didn’t care about you, so much easier when you hated him. Now your emotions are all over the place and you don’t know what to make of them anymore.

On the right wall, opposite of the left wall full of bookshelves is a mural, a very familiar mural. Your little drawing that you made years ago covered every inch of the wall. How—?

“Tony wasn’t planning on just asking if you could be Maria’s guardian during the trip to the cabin, he was hoping you’d go to Venice with him the summer you graduate,” he whispers. “He wouldn’t stop talking about how when you were a little girl, you loved the idea of a city floating on water.” He chuckles, stuck in his own memories of Tony. He sighs fondly, his own eyes most likely on the simple mural of your five year old imagination. “He wanted to make that a reality for you one day.”

One day.

There isn’t going to be a one day because you were horrible, because you couldn’t for one moment give him a chance! Because your mother was vindictive and full of pettiness. Hatred, sorrow, confusion, every single emotion known to man crawls in your stomach, fighting upwards towards your head, pounding and pounding, trying to win a lost battle. You stagger back, but his arms wrapping around you stop you from falling on your ass. “I—“

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

You breathe harshly and he gently coaxes you to turn to look at him, but you keep your gaze fixated on his shirt. “Steve, I—I think I need help,” you whisper.

His finger hooks under your chin, lifting your head to meet your gaze. “Hey, whatever you need, sweetheart, I’m here for you.”

Your lashes cling together, your nose burning as the tears begin to spring up. “No, Steve. I think I need professional help. I can’t—I’m feeling too much and I feel so overwhelmed, I—don’t know what to do,” you whisper harshly. “I don’t want to feel this way anymore!”

If it’s possible, his eyes get even softer and his bottom lip wobbles with yours, understanding and compassion flashing in his beautiful blue eyes. “Then we’ll find it. We’ll find help.”

You sob, pressing yourself against his warm body and cry, mourning for the man you never got to know, for the hurt your mother has caused, for the little girl that’s relying on you, and most of all, for the little girl who used to wait for her dad she thought had forgotten about her.

a/n: we’re getting closer to the end and so much is still being unraveled and somethings are slowly being answered. the next chapter (or two) will answer a lot of unanswered questions or might even bring up new ones, who knows -insert winking emoji- lemme know what you thought and maybe your theories?

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers #steve rogers imagine #reader insert #marvel imagine #steve rogers fanfic

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artificialqueens · 6 years ago

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do you have a light? (sharolet) - melody

A/N: Happy (late) bday for @callmesatan201!!!!!!!!! I was supposed to post this on the day of ur bday, but I got a bit late eeeeeeeek. Unsual pair, but she likes it v much and as its her gift I thought it would be nice. Enjoy! (writing tumblr is uranustrash).

Tired, Violet was very tired. She had a tinder date with this girl - Pearl was her name. A blonde bombshell who looked nice as her profile pic promised -, but the girl was not being nice to her. Violet was waiting for a fancy dinner, or even that Pearl took her to the movies. But she ended up in a dirty club in one of the most dangerous parts of the city. Pearl probably was drunk or doing drugs while the lights were blinding Violet, and all she wanted was to go home.

The lights, they blinded her. She lost Pearl of her sight, great, now her tinder date dumped her for some cocaine. She felt offended because she put real effort into her appearance: a black crop top, a leopard print mini-skirt and an expensive pair of Louboutins - that matched her killer red lipstick… Violet got all dressed up for a fancy night, but her outfit still matched the place she was in.

Not only the lights, but the music also annoyed her a bit, because she couldn’t listen to Pearl’s voice anywhere. She expected her sleepy voice whispering dirty things on her ear now. Instead, all she could hear was the generic club music and all the voices in that dance room.

Great tinder date she was having when her date didn’t even pay attention to her. Violet loved attention, she was an attention whore, and people rarely denied her it. Violet was what people would call pretty. With her bright black hair majestically curled, and her dark eyes - where you could see the whole universe on it. She had a modelesque figure, a strong personality, was very smart, and a big talent for fashion. Everyone always made her seem to be the brightest star in the universe, except for Pearl.

Everything was a mess, but she tried to dance. Dancing would make people pay attention to her, if Pearl didn’t, other girls would do. And on fact, they did, because Violet was this majestic on that dance floor. The lights could blind her sometimes, but now she was the light blinding them all. As she always used to be the sun, even if the dark haired girl always has loved the moon. All this ‘’sun and moon’’ stuff was bullshit. Maybe she was the moon, and needed another moon for shining with her - Jupiter had a lot of moons anyways, why couldn’t she?

After getting distracted for a couple of minutes, she realized she lost Pearl’s figure. What made her sad was that the blonde wasn’t even paying attention to her while she was playing her little show. Violet’s seduction show consisted in swinging her hips a bit, biting her lip, flipping her hair, trying to make eye contact with pearl’s ice blue eyes… She was trying to catch her attention in all the ways possible.

Everyone said Violet was a smoke show, but apparently, Pearl didn’t think the same. Violet wondered if she was gay, or if she was a curious straight girl who tried tinder. Violet cursed herself because she forgot to ask everything about her. They barely chatted on tinder, because Violet was in such a thirsty mood. She only wanted a nice date and a tinder hookup, but now she wanted the ‘’nice date’’ part more than anything. Pearl also didn’t say anything.

The blonde was too mysterious for that. Violet only knew she used to do a lot of weed, and that she was always sleeping because of her sleepy tone. She was also funny, but kinda uncomfortable. As violet realized when they chatted, she was high saying Violet was beautiful as a big joint. Pearl tried to flirt with her in their way to the club and Violet realized she was high already.

Violet got disappointed, but she wouldn’t get the stoned blonde to smooch her in that sad night. Instead, she saw Pearl’s lips on another girl’s, her tongue slipping into her throat. She was pinning her into the wall, practically swallowing the girl who was kinda shorter than her. She was pretty, but Violet was prettier, and she got disgusted watching that. She wanted to yell at pearl, to take satisfaction. To tell her she would be making out with her, pinning her on the wall, kissing her neck as nothing else mattered.

Even if she wanted to cry, Violet Chachki would never cry in public, or ruin her makeup anyway. She looked at Pearl, and the blonde didn’t even stop kissing the other girl to pay attention to her mad date. She decided to pass at their side, looking at Pearl over her shoulder. The blonde now noticed her rage and opened her eyes to her. Violet shot her with anger in only one look and made her way to outside the club.

Now it was cold, not only outside, but Violet’s feelings also. She felt used, she felt ignored, treated with negligence. Tinder dates always were a bad idea anyway. She didn’t even know why she agreed with her friend Katya - who said a hookup would light up her mood. She considered to going back to the club to have some fun, drink a lot. But then she felt too sad for clubbing.

She used to do a lot of clubbing, of course. But, on that night she was faithful that she would… Be with somebody. Being lonely was hard. She was craving affection after pushing away every girl who tried to approach her in the last years. Craving something, a light into the darkness. Violet needed a light, a light to guide her, and also light because she was craving smoking with all that stress. So that was she went to look for.

Violet needed a light, a light for her cigarette. She decided to smoke as it was a very cold night. She was so stressed and sad, she needed to light up a cigarette. And then, she would go home, and not leave her bed for a good couple of days. Happily, she brought her cigs, but not her lighter. The dark haired girl sighed, looking on her all messed tiny purse for finding one tiny light lighter.

Only finding makeup and money basically, Violet saw there was no lighter. What kind of smoker brought cigarettes, but no lighter? Pearl would have one, but all she wanted to do now was to take that jerk off her head. She needed it, and now she didn’t have a light to clarify her mind.

And when she thought there was no light, she saw somebody lighting up a cigarette at her side. Somebody young, with an intimidating stance. It could be the leather jacket she was wearing or the malicious smile on her black lipstick lips. She looked at Violet and all she could do was shake in response. At that moment, she didn’t know if she was shaking because of the cold on her bare legs or because of the intimidation.

The eye contact with the woman lasted long seconds that seemed like eternities to Violet. She looked at her blowing the smoke of her cigarette slowly. Teasingly, licking her lips as a predator ready for chasing her prey. She looked to know Violet wouldn’t say anything until she did. Obviously, because Chachki would never say a word to the oddly sexy black haired woman.

Black lipstick, black hair, black eyes, black cigarette, black leather jacket. The girl soul should be as the night. The darkest nights always have light poles to bring some clarity - and that was the light on her eyes. So pretty that Violet could pass out.

Finally, Violet decided to break the silence: ‘’do you have a light?’’ she said harshly. Not as a shy girl who saw something intimidating and started to act like a baby around them. Violet wasn’t a subby pillow princess, for god’s sake.

‘’Hmmm’’ the woman hesitated ‘’here, thank me later beautiful’’

Wow, someone flirting with her in that chaotic night was a true advance. A very good one, considering that the woman looked… Like that.

Violet lighted up one of her own cigarettes and took a long pull at it. She realized the woman at her side staring at her, and she only could gulp and give back what was hers abruptly. She seemed to notice that Violet only was confident by first sight. That was the reason why she gave the lighter back to her in such a rush way… Or, why she started to sweat and shake her feet. Violet was a nervous hurricane. She was smoking in short and rushy pulls now, and the woman at a small amount of distance knew it, so she did the first move:

‘’Chaotic smoker too? I assume you were having a bad night’’

‘’Were you having a bad night?’’ Violet hesitated.

‘’I’m surprised the first thing you wanted to know about me as if I had the bad night, darling, look at me. Bad nights get caused by me’’ she laughed wickedly.

‘’To be honest, talking to you was the best part of mine… What’s your name?’’

‘’It’s Sharon, Sharon Needles. Nice to meet you, delighted’’ she said in a very sexy tone filled with lust. The weird thing was that she wasn’t looking to Violet’s body, instead, she was looking to her eyes. Sharon was trying to read her like a book. That thought gave her chills all over her exposed body.

‘’Violet… Chachki’’

‘’Such a pretty name. A pretty name…’’ She pulls off her cigarette and walked to get close to violet ‘’… for a pretty girl’’.

Violet could feel it, a kiss was going to happen. Instead, Sharon stole her lighted cigarette from her hand and smoke it blowing the smoke on her face.

‘’…Princess’’

Chachki bit her lip. Sharon was trying to get in her pants but in an unusual way. Girls like Pearl would do that straight up. They would stare at her body, call her ‘’babe’’ and kiss her in a rush for the nearest bathroom. But Sharon? Sharon was teasing. Sharon wanted to know her, to please her, to give her a touch of mystery, a light mist of what was Sharon Needles.

‘’…I got tired of my cigarette anyways, yours seemed so much better’’ she said in a hoarse even more sexy voice.

The way Sharon licked her lips to a speechless turned on Violet, it was from another dimension. She was the definition of ‘’sexy stranger’’, and compared to the night she was having, Violet was very into it.

‘’Why are you doing this? You don’t even know me’’’

And Violet was being the bitter bitch again.

‘’Well. I thought you were into it sorry if I misunderstood’’ Sharon cleared out her throat

Great, now she killed the mood. She wished she would get into Sharon’s game, and get a hookup in that lonely night. That could be so nice since Pearl didn’t make the least hat was fulfilling Violet’s needs. She was the stupid one.

Damn, now Violet was crying.

‘’I-I’m sorry okay I’m stupid, you’re right what the hell was I thinking? To be honest, I only wanted to flirt a bit and get your number, I wasn’t trying to get straight up in your p-’’

Before Sharon could even finish her sentence, Chachki grabbed her by her shirt. She finally tasted that teasing lips. Sharon was magic. The way she kissed her back - not too rough not too nice, the way she made Violet feel more appreciated than anyone ever did… Appreciated with the soft, tender, sensitive touch of her lips, desired. The way she did it all was pure magic.

Her hands were all the way Violet’s body, making her whimper a bit in the kiss - what seemed to make Sharon… Inspired. Sharon pressed her in the wall, and her hands now were in her perfect hair. Pulling her lip, kissing her jaw, smiling between the kisses… What was how Sharon won Violet on that night.

When that ended - with both of them breathless trying to process that -, Violet was still trying to clean up her tears. Sharon offered her a tissue, another kind gesture. a stranger treated her better than her date for that night, and that didn’t surprise her.

‘’I… I had a shitty night. And you came here, you flirted, it seemed like a movie scene’’

Suddenly, they saw the door of the club being open, and two drunk girls coming out of it recklessly. She recognizes them by far sight: Pearl and the girl she was making out with. Drunk, high, out of their minds.

But for one second, Pearl’s jaw dropped when she saw Violet. The make-out with Sharon was a bit messy; Violet had her lips all plump and red, a few hickeys on her neck and collarbones, her eyes still were wide and sparkling, she had black lipstick from her foreign lover all over her face… And not to count on the fact that her perfect hair now was a hot mess.

Sharon for the other side, raised her eyebrow, looking at Violet, the girl, and Pearl. She had to wait them go, but her dark black wide eyes followed them with a very ugly and mean look all over the way. When they lifted the nearest corner, her expression changed. She was trying to read Violet again. Violet had a confused expression on her face, and a hope one too. She hoped that Sharon would know what happened, and she did.

‘’I’m sorry, is she your girlfriend?’’

‘’No, a stupid tinder hookup… Do you usually kiss and flirt with strangers and broken girls? Because I’m one in both’’ she tried to change the topic.

‘’Now I see why you were having a shitty night’’

Sharon grabbed the lighter she gave to violet, pen, and paper e ‘I would love to meet in the usual way next time, I don’t do that a lot… But I would love to finish what we started some time, ring me up!“

Violet smiled, was she even real?

The following events were too quick for her. Sharon gave her number and the lighter. She said a rushy ‘’bye doll’’ and kissed her in the corner of the mouth - the nearest possible, only for teasing. Part of Violet wanted to believe that happened, and part of her thought that was an effect of the lights.

But the next day, she woke up still with a messy head. Besides that, with a lighter, and a phone number written on a paper that smelled like cigarettes. It also had a little note under the number:

‘’Thanks for asking for a light, princess ;). Call me, I might need one after tasting your darkness (wow that’s emo)”

#sharon x violet #pearlet #lesbian au #tw alcohol #tw drug use mention #hurt/comfort #violet chachki #sharon needles #pearl liaison #rpdr fanfiction #melody #mild angst #rare pair

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new-to-this123 · 6 years ago

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Butterflies

As per requested

Hi! Can you write a Justin Foley x Reader where him and the reader they have a really cute date at Rosie's?

i hope you like it and its what you wanted! :)

Justin Foley X Reader

Warning: none

word count: 1743

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Moving to a new school at the middle of your sophomore year sucked. Everyone had known each other forever and here you were, the new girl. You hated it. You were so mad at your parents for taking you away from your best friends in Canada and taking you to another country all together. You were hundreds of miles away from the friends that you'd known since preschool.

“Y/N wake up honey you don’t wanna be late for your first day” your mother said softly shaking your sleeping body.

“Urg im up” Y/N gronned.

You got up and tried to decide what to wear. Dress? Nope. Skirt? Nope. Everything you tried on, you hated. After ten minutes of trying on a variety of clothes you settled with a black pair of skinnies and a blue lace up tank top. You walked downstairs, kissed your parents goodbye and headed out, to walk to school.

What a school. A real life american school. You had seen them on Tv, but never in real life. You were hoping that it wasn't as bad as the high schools you and your canadian friends had seen on tv. What a big school. You walked up the stairs leading to the door. You could see and feel all the eyes on you. You really disliked it.

“Heey new girl, come here” you heard someone yell. You turned around to see a group of guys all wearing white and blue lettermans. They all looked at you waving you over. You walked over to them slowly, not sure if it was a good idea. As soon as you got there, a blue eyed boy, with brown hair and the sexiest smile you've ever seen, caught your eye. He was also the first one to talk.

“Where you from cutie?” the blue eyed boy asked

“Canada” you replied smiling at him

“Wow what brings you here? To liberty?” another blue eyed boy, with very prominent cheekbones asked you.

“Wow these guys are so hot” you thought to yourself before replying sarcastically

“well liberty is the only high school in the area so thats why im here.”

“No shit.. He meant what brings you to town” a tall brown eyed brown haired beauty asked you.

“Wow he's a jerk” you thought to yourself again.

“My dad owns a chain of stores and it brought us here to expand”

The bell rang signaling it was time to get to class. The first three periods went by, very, very slow. You sat alone in all of them. None of the guys you were talking to this morning were in your classes. Now it was lunch time. you walked into the cafeteria and froze. “Wow this is just like an american high school” you thought to yourself looking around, at where you could sit.

“Hey new girl! Come sit with us” the sexy smile guy yelled at you from the other side of the cafeteria.

You walked over, and sat beside him.

“And my names Y/N Y/L/N. just so you can stop calling me New girl” you said looking at him.

“My names Justin. Justin Foley.” he replied giving you a killer smile.

“This is bryce, thats scott, thats monty, thats Zach, Thats jeff” Justin said introducing you to all the guys that were sitting at the table.

The rest of the day went by so fast. It was finally home time and you were just about to walk out of school when you felt a hand on your shoulder and heard “ hey Y/N can we talk for a second”

You turned around to see justin foley.

“Sure whats up justin?” you asked looking at him

“Uum. i was uh, i was wondering if you'd be, if you'd want to go on a date, with uh me” justin asked you nervously.

“Uh um sure. When?” you asked with a smile on your face.

“ how about tonight? I can pick you up, say, 7?” he says with a big smile on his face.

“Ok” you reply writing down your phone number

“Text me and i'll text you my address.” You smile walking away.

You sped walked home. You were so excited. As soon as you got home you ran to your room, went to your computer, and messaged your canadian friends.

Y/N: Omg you guys will never guess what just happened!!!! Rose:WHAT? I NEED DEETS NOW!!!! Sabrina: OMG WHAT??? Julia: WHAT?? Stop with the suspense!!!!!!! Y/N: The hottest guy in my new school just asked ME!!!! Out on a DATE!!! You read that right A DATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sabrina: OMG I WANT TO KNOW EVERY DETAIL AFTER!!!!! Julia: EEEEEEEEK ME TOO!!!!!! Rose: ME TOO ME TOO ME TOO!!!

You got ready for your date. A cute little black dress, with your hair straightened and black flats. Yoiur phone buzzed multiple times

“Hey Y/N”

“its Justin”

“ i need your address”

“so i can pick you up”

You gave justin your address and giggled to yourself. Roughly ten minutes passed when you got a text from justin saying he was at your house. You ran down stairs yelling “Bye mom, Bye dad” and rushed out the door.

When you got outside, you saw justin standing by a black suv with big head lights.

“Hey Y/N” justin said kissing your cheek then opening the passenger door. You got into the suv, and the blue eyed boy ran to the driver side.

“So where we going Justin?”

“ i was thinking Rosies. It's a diner. They have amazing milkshakes and fries and burgers” justin said looking over at you smiling his killer smile.

“haha i like all those things!” you replied laughing.

You got to rosies and you were in awe at how homey it felt.

“Wow we didn't have anything like this back home” you told justin.

“Ya rosies is great” he replies leading you to a booth.

You sat across from justin. You looked at the menu. Up and down. There was so many options. How were you going to make up your mind?

“Justin there's way too many options. Help me out” you asked over dramatically.

“ get a shake for sure. Classic chocolate is the best. And their cheese burgers are to die for.”

The waitress walked up to your table.

“ hello can i take your order?”

“ i'll get a chocolate shake and a cheeseburger please” you said

“ i'll get the same thing” justin answered, looking at you.

The food arrived, you took a sip of your shake.

“Oh my god this is so good” you said with a smile.

“Now try the burger” justin replied holding up your burger so you could take a bite.

You took a bite and shook your head up and down.

“This is good.”

You were mind blown at how nice this guys was. Justin fed you your french fries as he asked you about your life in canada, your friends and of course, the stereotypes.

“ no justin we don't live in igloos. We live in houses”

“No we don't have dog sled, we have cars.”

“No its not snowy all the time we actually get four seasons”

It was amusing. He was a nice guy. He as very good with his words as well. A smooth talker.

“ you know you're smile is amazing. And you look very pretty tonight. i .. i mean you looked pretty at school too, but that dress. Wow! Stuuuuuuuning” he smiled and laughed

“And you look just as nice!”

Justin stood up and sat beside you in the booth. He smiled as he placed his hands on yours.

You looked at your intertwined hands and blushed. You sat there, looking at each other, smiling.

“ you know we could be the next power couple of liberty” justin said as he winked.

“Power couple?” you questioned.

“Ya” justin said as he move a strand of hair behind your ear, biting his lip. You bit your lip, looking from his eyes to his lips. He leaned in slowly, cupping your face. Your faces were so close you could feel his breath on your lips. He closed the gap between you guys. Your lips touching, they were in sink right away. Almost like you were made for each other. The kissing continued before the waitress broke your moment.

“Is this together or seperate for your bill?” she asked

“Seperate” You said at the exact same time that justin said together.

You blushed even harder.

“ oh wow justin you don't have too” you told him

“Naw its ok. I'm not gonna take a pretty girl like you out and not pay.” justin answered you.

He paid for the bill and grabbed your hand as you got up from your seat. You walked out of rosies hand in hand. Justin leading you to the passenger door of his black suv. Before opening the door, he pushed you up against the car door, cupping your face, kissing you again. You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him back. The butterflies in your stomach went crazy. You kissed for a few minutes before he pulled away.

“I should probably get you home. I don't need your parents hating me on the first date.” Justin said as he opened the passenger door for you

“Just so you know, i don't have a curfew. Never have.” you replied as he drove off in the direction of your house.

Justin pulled up to your house. “Thank you for tonight” you said as you leaned against the middle compartment.

“No, thank you for joining me. And making my night amazing.” he replied leaning in closer to you.

Your lips touched again. He kissed you passionately. Like no one has ever kissed you.

“So do you wanna be my girlfriend?” justin asked between kisses.

You pulled away asking “ did you just ask me to be your girlfriend?”

“yes . i did. I had great time tonight. And you're a great girl and i can be myself around you. And i like you.” justin told you as he grabbed your hands.

“ yes haha Yes ok i'll be your girlfriend” you said leaning in to kiss justin. He kissed you back.

“I'll see you tomorrow.” you said to him between kisses. You kissed a few more times before you opened the passenger door and walked out, waving to your new boyfriend as he waited for you to get into your house before driving off.

#justin foley #bryce walker #montgomery de la cruz #alex standall #tyler down #marcus cole #scott reed #jeff atkins #13 reasons why #13rw #13rw imagine #tony padilla #ryan shaver

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four-loose-screws · 6 years ago

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Summer Scramble DLC - f!Robin / Gaius Married Conversation Translation - Part 2

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[ガイア]

この辺りの貝殻は大方拾ったか。▼

．．．ん？

あっちの方にまだ何か．．．▼

！！

これは、砂糖菓子．．．！？▼

向こうの方まで、

菓子の例ができてるぞ！？▼

さすが異界のリゾートは違うな．．．

と、とりあえず順番に拾っていくか。▼

．．．．．．．．．

．．．．．．．．．▼

Gaius: I’ve picked up most of the shells in this area! …Hm? There’s something over there… !! It’s sugar candies…!? There’s candy making a line that goes all the way over there!? This Outrealm resort sure is different… I-In any case, I’ll pick them up! …… ……

[ルフレ]

．．．．．．．．．．．．▼

Robin: …………

[ガイア]

うわっ、ルフレ！？▼

Gaius: Whoa! Robin!?

[ルフレ]

面白いぐらい簡単に

おびき寄せられましたね．．．▼

Robin: To my amusement, you were that easy to lure, huh…

[ガイア]

もしかしてこの砂糖菓子、お前が！？▼

Gaius: Were you the one who laid out the sugar candies!?

[ルフレ]

はい。こうすればきっと

ガイアさんが来て下さるだろうと思って。▼

まさに読み通りです。▼

Robin: Yes. I thought that if I did that, then most likely, you’d come for sure. And sure enough, I read you right.

[ガイア]

何が読み通りだよ。▼

勝手に去ったと思ったら、

今度はこんな真似でおびき寄せやがって．．．▼

で、一体何の用だ？▼

Gaius: What do you mean you read me right? I thought you left because you wanted to, and now, you have the nerve to lure me in like this… So what in the world do you need me for?

[ルフレ]

あなたに．．．謝らせてほしいんです。▼

Robin: I want… to apologize to you.

[ガイア]

はぁ？

どういう心境の変化だよ？▼

Gaius: Huh? You’ve had a change of heart?

[ルフレ]

．．．フレデリクさんが一部始終を見ていて、

私に教えてくださったんです。▼

あなたがお金を作ろうとしてるのは、

お菓子を買うためなんかではないと。▼

あなたはいつも．．．そうやって稼いだ金を、

軍の資金に回してくれていたのだと。▼

Robin: …Frederick saw us talking, and told me. You’re not trying to make money to buy candy. You always… give all the money you make that way to the army’s funds.

[ガイア]

！！▼

あいつ．．．ルフレには

黙っとけって言ったのに．．．▼

Gaius: !! Damn him… Even though I told him not to tell you…

[ルフレ]

そうとは知らずに、

さっきはあんなことを言ってごめんなさい。▼

それと．．．いままでありがとうございました。

正直、すごく助かりました。▼

Robin: I’m sorry for what I said before, when I didn’t know that. And… thank you for everything. Honestly, you’ve been a huge help.

[ガイア]

．．．別に、礼なんていらないぜ。

元々言うつもりなんか無かったんだしな。▼

ただ俺が遊んでたわけじゃないって

わかってくれたんなら、それでいい。▼

それから．．．さっきはきつい言い方をして

すまなかった。▼

おまえは俺の身を案じてくれてたのに．．．

その気持ちを汲んでやれなかった。▼

Gaius: … You don’t really need to thank me. I never planned to tell you. But I’m okay with you knowing that I’m not actually playing around. And… sorry for being so harsh with you earlier. You were just worried about me… I didn’t consider how you felt.

[ルフレ]

いえ、いいんです、ガイアさん。▼

ですが、やはりそういうことは．．．危険ですから、▼

これからは控えてくれませんか．．．？▼

Robin: No, you don’t have to apologize, Gaius. But what you were doing… really is dangerous, so won’t you try not to do it anymore…?

[ガイア]

やっぱり、心配か？▼

さっきは言わなかったが．．．

俺は前より身の安全には気を使ってる。▼

ヘマをしてお前を悲しませるような

ことはしないぜ？▼

Gaius: So you really are worried about me? I didn’t say this before, but… I use more caution than I used to. So that I don’t make any mistakes and make you sad.

[ルフレ]

でも、死なないという保証はありません。▼

戦場では、

いつ何が起こるかわかりませんから。▼

心配なんです、ガイアさんのことか

あなたは．．．私の大切な人なんですもの。▼

Robin: But you can’t guarantee that you won’t die. On the battlefield, we don’t know what will happen and when. I worry about you, Gaius. You’re… an important person to me.

[ガイア]

．．．．．．．．．．．．▼

じゃあ俺はお前の提案を呑むとして、

その報酬は？▼

Gaius: …………So If I accept your proposal, what’s my compensation?

[ルフレ]

もう、何言ってるんですか．．．

妻の頼みぐらいタダで聞いて下さいよ．．．▼

それに私、ガイアさんに

あげられるものなんて何も．．．▼

Robin: Grr, what are you talking about… Please just listen to your wife’s requests… And I don’t have anything I can give y…

[ガイア]

．．．あるだろ、ここに。▼

Gaius: …Yes you do, right here.

[ルフレ]

え．．．▼

Robin: Huh…?

[ガイア]

．．．．．．．．．．．．▼

Gaius: …………

[ルフレ]

！！▼

Robin: !!

[ガイア]

．．．甘い、な。▼

お前、さっきの砂糖菓子、

自分でも食っただろ。▼

Gaius: …Sweet, huh. You ate some of those sugar candies too, didn’t you?

[ルフレ]

ガ、ガ、ガイアさん．．．！？

あなた、戦場で何を．．．▼

Robin: G-G-Gaius…!? This is a battlefield! What are you…

[ガイア]

何って、キ．．．▼

Gaius: What am I doing? I’m kis…

[ルフレ]

きゃーーーー！！いいです！

言わなくていいです、ガイアさんのバカ！▼

あなた乙女の唇を

何だと思ってるんですか！？▼

Robin: Eeeeeeeek!! That’s enough! You don’t have to say it, you idiot! Is that what you think of a maiden’s lips!?

[ガイア]

．．．そんなに騒ぐなよ。

皆に気付かれるだろ。▼

とにかく、これで情報は頂いた。▼

これからは危険なことは

なるべくしないようにするぜ。▼

Gaius: …Don’t make such a fuss. You’ll get everyone’s attention! Anyway, I’ll accept that as compensation. From now on, I promise I’ll do my best not to do anything dangerous.

[ルフレ]

な、なるべくって．．．

そこは絶対って言って下さいよ．．．▼

Robin: Y-You’ll “do your best…?” Please say you won’t do anything dangerous…

[ガイア]

さっきみたな小金を稼ぐのは

綺麗さっぱりやめる。▼

ただ、危険なこと全部を

絶対やらないっていうのは無理だ。▼

もしお前に刃が追ったとき、それを

代わりに受け止めてやれなくなるからな。▼

Gaius: I promise to totally stop making pocket change like I was earlier. But it would be impossible for me to stop doing all manner of dangerous things. Like, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from taking a blade that was pointed at you.

[ルフレ]

そんな．．．！▼

Robin: That’s…!

[ガイア]

ま、そうならないように．．．おまえは

良い策を練ってくれるって信じてるぜ。▼

俺はお前を信じている。

．．．ほかの誰より、一番な。▼

Gaius: Well, that won’t happen… I’ll trust you to make good strategies. I trust you. …More than anyone else.

[ルフレ]

．．．ガイアさん．．．▼

はい、ありがとうございます．．．▼

私、ガイアさんに危ないことなんか

させないように頑張ります。▼

Robin: …Gaius… Yes, thank you… I’ll do my best not to put you in any dangerous situations.

[ガイア]

じゃ、もう大丈夫だな。▼

けど、もしまた俺に

金を稼いでほしかったらいってくれ。▼

そしたら特別にさっきの報酬で．．．▼

Gaius: So we’re good for now. But, if you ever want me to make some money again, then say so. If the compensation was the same special thing I just got, then…

[ルフレ]

もう．．．何言ってるんですか。▼

Robin: Argh… what are you saying?

[ガイア]

．．．はは、冗談だよ。▼

Gaius: …Ha ha, just joking.

[ルフレ]

さっきと同じ情報なら、いつでも差し上げますよ．．．？▼

Robin: If it’s the same compensation you got just now, I’d give it to you anytime, you know…?

[ガイア]

．．．え！？▼

Gaius: …Huh!?

[ルフレ]

．．．うふふ。▼

Robin: …Ufu fu.

#fire emblem #awakening #robin #gaius #fe #fe13 #japan #japanese #translation #localization #nintendo #2ds #3ds #summer scramble #dlc

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lunacyofdukevenomania · 6 years ago

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Chapter 1-Lukana Octo; Scene 8

The Lunacy of Duke Venomania, page 51-58

Lukana was in a state of shock.

That was quite understandable.

Sateriasis, who she had said goodbye to just a moment ago, had suddenly and literally fallen down from out of the sky in front of her.

Furthermore, he had bat wings growing out of his back.

"L-lord Venomania!? Wh-whaaat!?"

"I'm sorry to surprise you, Lukana. I just wanted to see you at least one more time. So I flew up here."

Right now they were on the forest highway that connected Lasaland to its nearby town.

It was very favorable for Sateriasis that there was no one in sight right then.

"Lukana, I still don't want to part with you. Let's get married."

Sateriasis took both of Lukana's hands and gripped them tightly.

"…What are you talking about, suddenly appearing looking like that!"

Lukana waved off Sateriasis' hands and turned her head down.

"Ah, yes I suppose I shouldn't be appearing before a woman in this disgraceful state of undress. I'm very sorry fo--"

"That's not what I'm talking about! Those wings…So you've sold your soul to some repulsive creature after all, Lord Venomania…"

Something in Lukana's manner of speech stuck in Sateriasis' mind.

…"After all"?

She was talking like she had known that Sateriasis had made a contract with a demon.

Could it be!? But I had forgotten it myself until just a short while ago.

"…Please go home. I will forget what I've seen and everything up until this point. I won't tell anything to anyone. So you should--"

"I can't do that. I won't lie to myself any longer. I want you. So I will obtain you by any means necessary."

"My heart will never be inclined to you now."

Lukana stared right at Sateriasis.

He could see that her eyes were filled with a strong determination.

"I see…Well then, I have no choice," Sateriasis said, taking a step back.

But that certainly wasn't to demonstrate that he'd given up.

"Lukana, I will say this once more. What I want, I will obtain by any means necessary...Even if I have to use force!"

And then immediately after, his body began to transform even further.

Ram horns sprouted from his head, and he grew claws. The color of his eyes changed from their usual purple to a deep red.

Sateriasis' body gradually began to lose any semblance of humanity.

"Aaaaaaah!"

Lukana screamed at the sight of him. Crouching down, her whole body trembled, and large tears fell from her eyes.

"Ah…All of this is like my dream… So that 'purple dream' was prophetic after all…"

"Ha ha ha, Lukana, are you afraid? Of this form of mine!"

Sateriasis laughed like a roar.

His consciousness was so uplifted at that point, he was somewhat in a state of mental confusion. It was a sort of side-effect of how he had yet to get a handle on the demon's power.

"No…Lord Venomania. I am not crying because I'm afraid. It's because if you were a normal person…If we had met normally, then I am sure, I would have loved--"

What she whispered after that was too quiet for Sateriasis to hear.

Sateriasis gripped her chin, and forced her gaze to meet his.

"Well then, Lukana, look into my eyes."

Lukana was still crying.

Even so, as though she had made her resolve, she did as he said and looked Sateriasis straight in the eyes. Then she said,

"Lord Venomania, after this you will make many women your wives, and spend many days drowning in pleasure. To you, and perhaps to the women as well, this will be happy. Even if there's only one woman who truly shows in your eyes."

Sateriasis' red eyes shined all the brighter. Lukana's eye widened as though in response to that.

"But Lord Venomania…waiting for you… at the end of that…is…ru…in. To avoid that…you must…not…lose sight of…true…love…"

Lukana lost all strength in her body, and fell towards Sateriasis, leaning against him.

"Lukana, let us return. To my mansion."

Sateriasis took the unconscious Lukana into his arms and gently kissed her.

When he did, her eyelids fluttered a little bit, and then finally her eyes opened all the way.

She made no move to get away from Sateriasis. Rather, she put her arms and embraced him tightly, as though caressing him.

"Yes, let's go back. My beloved Lord Venomania."

And then they kissed once more, for a much longer span of time.

The neat and clean and intellectual girl who had refused Venomania, the form of Lukana Octo, was no longer there.

The moment that Sateriasis moved his face away from Lukana.

There was the sound of something cracking up ahead of them.

Sateriasis looked up and saw a water jug that was smashed into pieces, and the likely owner, a girl with green hair.

"Wha--b-bu-th-who-whe-uh--"

She was babbling nonsense, sitting on the spot and trembling.

Sateriasis was captivated with her hair for a moment.

Because it was the same color as the hair of the girl that he was searching for.

Although she didn't look like her in face, and her hair was much longer.

She was probably a farmer from the nearby village. She was clad in filthy farming clothes, and her long hair was haphazardly tied up in two pigtails. She looked young, probably in her late teens.

"Eeeeeeeek!"

While letting out a boneheaded scream, she tried to run away. But it seemed that she was unable to stand up, crawling and scraping around on the ground.

At the sight of her, Sateriasis made a perplexed expression.

"Why is she so afraid of…ah, I see. That's it." He looked down at himself, and made an expression of understanding. "She's startled because I'm half naked."

"That's not it! You simpleton!"

This new shout came from behind him this time.

Waiting there for him when he turned around was a robed girl with her white hair in braids.

A red cat was quietly sitting on her shoulders.

"Oh, this time you appear in your human form do you, IR?"

"I was worried, so I thought I would follow after you. …I thought I told you earlier not to be seen by anyone."

"Ah, did you?"

"Those horns! Those claws! Those wings! She saw everything!"

"I see, that's trouble isn't it."

Though despite saying so, Sateriasis' expression didn't show any sense of impending danger.

"But there's no need to be anxious, IR."

He moved away from Lukana and approached the green haired girl, looking into her frightened face.

"Now that I've got a better look, you're quite beautiful. How about it? Won't you come back with me to my mansion?"

Catching on to Sateriasis' aim, IR made a small sigh.

"So that's it…Well, have it your way."

As he locked his gaze with the girl, Sateriasis' eyes widened, once more beginning to glow red.

"Ah…"

Just like what happened with Lukana earlier, the girl's eyes grew unfocused.

But from there it went differently.

"N…no!"

She thrust him away from her and then stood, running away as fast as she could.

"Huh…That's odd." Sateriasis looked to IR. "My 'Lust' magic didn't have any effect on her. Why is that, IR?"

"Hmph…That's a bit of a bother. There are several possibilities I can think of…"

"What should I do? Should I fly again and chase her down?"

"No, don't do that. Before too long it'll be about time for the trade wagons to start coming down this road. It'll just be too much trouble."

IR turned around, her back facing Sateriasis.

"Let's return to the mansion for now. I have a lot I want to talk to you about regarding what happens next."

"Is it alright to just let that girl go?"

"We'll talk about that, too. …Well, don't worry about it for now. There'll be some means for us to take care of her when the time comes.”

"…Alright, sure. Then let's go home, Lukana."

Sateriasis once more pulled Lukana into his arms, who had been standing at attention, watching what had been going on up until this point from a small ways away.

"Yes, Lord Venomania," Lukana replied with a smile.

Venomania Harem

Present number of members: 1

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deathbycaptainswan · 7 years ago

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🚫SPOILERS AHEAD🚫 *sighs* okay i think i put this review off long enough i just didnt want to acknowledge that i finished this amazing book and now i have to wait until next year for the novella..i gave this book ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/5 stars tbh i would have given it 5million stars lol but anyway. so what can i say besides Rhysand is the most beautiful and perfect book boyfriend ever.(ofc we knew this) also anytime feyre thought of him i was crying inside and sometimes on the outside lol I was so happy when they reunited i was like yasss!!! Get it! Lol i was so happy for them to even be in the same room as each other. Also my babies of the inner circle were just the best❤️. I just loved Cassian so damn much and i loved Azriel being all playful and laughing im like let me hug you. Amren even though you made me mad towards the end of the book -_- i still love you and so happy she is alive to be with everyone and Varian*squeals* also so glad when Elain started to get a grip on her powers so she would be able to be coherent. Especially loved what she did to Hybern may that man burn in the pits of hell!!! Also Mor’s secret was like woahh but also made me really sad for her but i still think its kinda messed up that she hasnt told Azriel yet i mean come on he needs to know that it’s never gnna happen and then tryyy to move on :( i guess. Lucien you won my heart again even though i was very angry before but its okay...i just want him to be happy with Elain even if that takes a bit of time its okay. Idk about anyone else but Tamlin made me less angry at the end and more just sad for him cause he has no one and he finally realized that he needs to let Feyre be happy and thats with Rhysand..also can we talk about how Rhysand “died” for a bit and i was like you bastard you better not!! Barely could read cause of the tears..luckily that man decided to survive cause haha i would have rioted (still hurts my heart thinking of it). Also fangirled a bit that Feyre saw their future child like eeeeeeeek. Okay i dont know what else to talk about except that i loved this book and im sad its over for now. (Bad thing about waiting to review cause i forget what happened in the book). #myreview

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whereintheworldisclairerans-blog · 7 years ago

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Oh happy day!

Sorry it's been a few days y'all- it's been an absolute whirlwind. BUT GUESS WHAT?!

I HAVE AN APARTMENT. That's right. Done, reserved, and (pending the signing of the contract) ready to go. I can not even begin to express how relieved I am. I was spending every possible minute I had of wifi scouring dozens of websites, emailing, calling and texting any possible lead and it was exhausting. This is the worst possible time to be searching for apartments in Madrid right now because all the students are coming back for school and let me just tell you it is CUTTHROAT. Rooms would be gone 10 minutes after they'd been posted. So I decided to bite the bullet and pay a company a fee to reserve a place, which is literally right in the middle of the city and it has a balcony!!! And the best part - Jordan and I will be able to walk right into it and spend our days decorating and making it feel like home. She's a way more visually creative person than I am and we already have a wonderful plan for making it the cutest little room anyone has ever seen. Watch out IKEA Madrid, we're coming for you! In less than a week, eeeeeeeek!!!

I'm also pumped because knowing that I had a place to live meant that I could jump on some suuuuuper cheap plane tickets to go visit Hanna in Gothenburg! She just started her masters program up there and I will have the privilege of getting to see her just a mere 2 months after our last adventure instead of 16! Whoop whoop! Jordan leaves September 9th, I'll have 3 days on my own and then I'll pop up to Sweden for the weekend. Europe is the best.

Anyways- where did I leave you all? Zurich? Hope so because I have no internet connection to check. Our Airbnb in Zurich was a bit weird - it was a new host family and although the location was great, we were in a very tiny little room in the basement on a mattress on the floor worth no wifi. We also a prepared to cook all of our meals in Zurich because it's so expensive and promptly found out we weren't supposed to use the kitchen. Oops. Luckily, I have the most wonderful mother in the whole world, who was able to rescue us in a pinch. Our first whole day in Zurich we decided to kick the heat (which we were desperately and unsuccessfully trying to escape) by doing some swimming in the giant lake that surrounds the city. We found a free area frequented by locals and spent a few hours alternating between swimming and lounging in the sun. Later, we decided to explore the city of Zurich a little bit and wandered down some of the more populated streets until we found a little English pub to sit use the wifi at. When I had sent what felt like 600 emails and Jordan had resolved some bill pay issues, we ventured out again to find some reasonably priced dinner (aka a little fast food place that actually was pretty good!) and watched the sunset while dipping our feet in the river. The next morning we got up and took the train to Lucerne and spent our afternoon doing a little day hike that was absolutely GORGEOUS. It was so nice to get out of the city a bit and move some different muscles. Although we took a wrong turn and our 3 hour hike really ended up being more of a 2 hour walk, I wouldn't have changed it for the world. Our host let us use the kitchen for dinner and we crashed.

The next morning, we got on what we thought was a 6 hour direct train to Cologne. Ha. Haaaa. Apparently there is a TON of construction happening on German railways right now, and we ended up on 4 different trains and a bus. Ironically enough, we ended up getting into the city at the exact same time we would've if we had just stuck on the first train. We trudged to out Airbnb and were absolutely delighted when we walked in. The apartment was unbelievably adorable, our host was the cutest German college student and the room was HUGE. We promptly exploded all of our stuff everywhere, did 2 loads of laundry, made a DELICIOUS dinner (gnocchi with broccoli, shrimp and alfredo sauce), which we ate on their adorable rooftop. I sent another 100000 emails/texts/etc to apartments and we binged some Netflix. It was perfect.

The next day we headed into the city, saw the cathedral, walked around the Belgian Quarter and across their lock bridge (which, unlike Paris, has yet to cut all them off), had a traditional german lunch at a brewery and then hit a super cool art museum to get out of the heat. From there, we headed home and I sent out yet more emails for apartments before we headed out for our picnic dinner in the local park. When we got there, I was in the middle of talking to this super nice woman trying to sublet her apartment when I got an email that I got the apartment that I had requested to reserve! Jordan is wonderful and was more than happy to cut our picnic short and we practically ran back to the apartment so I could pay the fee and finalize everything. I spent the rest of the night calling everyone and celebrating, buying my plane tickets to visit Hanna and sighing over and over with relief.

I'm currently sitting on our (what has so far been, and seems as though it will continue to be) direct train to Hamburg. We'll have a day and half there before heading to Berlin for the weekend and then to Madrid!! Agh! It's going so fast!

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