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cilldaracailin · 4 years ago

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These Are The Days Of Our Lives

Hello my Tumblr Lovelys,

Happy Tuesday!

Here is the next part of this story for everyone and I am giving you some you tube links for some of the songs Robyn loves at the concert, if anyone is interested.

Ludovico Einaudi

Le Onde

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vg-0DFNTBm0

I Giorni

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uffjii1hXzU

Nuvole Bianche

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xyY4IZ3JDFE

Just wanted to add some music to this add because for me, for some chapters in the story, music helps me write and for this one, these songs helped a lot.

Hope you all enjoy!

Suze xxx

“But they say if you dream a thing more than once, it's sure to come true.”

Taron turned his head to follow her as she left the box and then sank into his chair. Every instinct inside him told him to follow her, to not let go her go alone but their evening was so very different to the last one they had together and with his privacy a bit more in secret at the Royal Albert Hall compared to his own movie premier, he knew Robyn would be fine, mingling in the with crowd. He pulled his phone from his pocket, wanting to give his mam a quick text and as he was typing up a quick few words, his phone vibrated in his hands as a message came through. His face turned to a smile when he saw a text from Robyn, a picture in their WhatsApp conversation.

“No line, here is the cubicle door. All locked.”

His worries lifted as did his lips and he was still typing in his reply when another picture came through.

“All done, just topping up the lippy.”

The photo of her reflection in the mirror, pouting his way made him chuckle and he finished his reply, sending it onto her. He finally sent the quick text to him mam, a second to Richard and then got to his feet, making his way to the table where the waiter greeted him with a smile.

“Two glasses of champagne please.”

“Of course sir.”

With pristine, well-rehearsed and steady movements, the waiter popped a bottle of champagne and poured two crystal clear glasses with the bubbly alcohol and handed them to Taron.

“Thank you.” He said as he took them and made his way back to his seats and just as he sat down, he felt that calming hand on his shoulder and Robyn slipped in past him.

“See? Safe and sound.”

“For you.” Taron handed her the glass. “And thanks for the bathroom commentary.”

“You are welcome. Thought you would like it.”

“Might have to borrow that shade of lipstick from you.” He took a sip from his glass.

“Anytime you want.” She replied after taking a little drink from her own glass. As Robyn took another sip her eyes looked up the ceiling and slowly she brought her glass back down to her lap, while her gaze continued to stare above her. Round white discs decorated the ceiling, hanging down in no particular neat order but making a statement all the same, a light red hue glowing behind them.

“They are sound discs. Helps the even distribution of sound throughout the whole theatre so no matter where you are sitting you have the most perfect audio. Any type of event. A concert, movie or theatrical performance, every seat has the same experience of sound.” Taron explained.

“Pretty cool.”

“Yep.” Taron drained the last of his drink. “I am going to get some water. Would you like anything?”

“Water would be great.” Robyn drank down her champagne in one go and handed him the glass after he had gotten to his feet.

While Taron went to get them something else to drink, Robyn took her phone from her bag and wasn’t surprised to see a text from Claire. Opening the message, she rolled her eyes and quickly replied with a vague answer, knowing her friend was going to hate the reply. Taron came back to his seat as Claire replied with a swear word and angry emoji and Robyn chuckled to herself as she felt Taron settle beside her.

“Claire?” He asked, so glad to see her face in genuine smile, handing over a cold bottle of water to her. Taron was happy to stop after one alcoholic drink knowing he had to go back to a demanding script on Monday and a lingering hangover from drinking too much bubbly would not help his already overwhelming pressure on set.

“Yup. Giving her as little information as possible.” Robyn took her water from him and placed it on the floor beside her bag.

“You are terrible.” Taron opened his bottle of water and took a long drink. “How are her and Nick getting on?” He asked as he screwed the lid back on the top.

“Like a house on fire. Claire has been asking for your number to thank you for talking to him, helping Nick to make the first move.”

“I do believe it was your little dare that helped him make the first move.”

Robyn chuckled. “Yeah, I suppose.”

“They wouldn’t have kissed if you hadn’t of kissed me.” He said, his voice a little quiet. “Get your forfeit from her yet?”

Hearing his quick change of subject from their kiss, Robyn followed his lead. “Nope not yet. I am still trying to come up with a good one. I fully intend to make it a good one.”

“Can I be around when you do?”

“I am sure that can definitely be arranged.” Robyn agreed. “Maybe you can help me think of something.” She could see his right arm resting on the arm rest between them and lay her left arm around his, linking their fingers, his hand warm and comforting in hers. “Thank you for not getting mad at me for breaking my promise of asking you for help.” She whispered very quietly to him, her voice cracking a little. “I am trying to be better.”

Feeling his heart ache, a shiver run through him, Taron squeezed her hand. “You have nothing to thank me for. It’s what I told you I would do for you and as I have said before, I don’t want you to change.” He leaned his head closer to her so their temples touched. “Just lean on me a bit more.” He moved to kiss her temple and after a second kiss gave her hand another squeeze. “Now no more sadness, I know you are beyond excited for this concert and I want you to enjoy every bit of it.”

“You will enjoy it too?” Robyn asked him. “Not going to fall asleep on me?” She felt so much lighter after Taron was so gentle with her, his words kind.

“I do enjoy all genres of music Robyn and I am looking forward to the concert as much as you are.” He smiled as she turned her head to look at him. “Though I am looking forward to watching you watching him but I have a feeling I am going to be ignored for the next two hours.”

Robyn fully grinned. “And I will apologise now for zoning out on you or trying to get over the balcony, maybe playing out the melodies on the arm rest.” She took her hand from his and tapped her fingers lightly across the back of hand as an example. “I owe you one long cuddle and deep head massage after all of this.”

Taron shook his head. “Not at all. This your birthday present.” His head turned a little as he heard voices behind him, more guests of their shared box making their way to their seats. “But maybe we can share a cuddle later?”

Robyn nodded. “Deal.” She slipped her hand back into his.

“You want my jacket?” He asked her over the hum of the few people moving to sit behind them. “As usual you are a little cold.”

“I have my shawl, thank you.”

He watched as Robyn swung her shawl over her shoulders, pulling it around herself. “Are you always cold?” He asked. “I am genuinely interested.”

“My hands are normally cold but lately I just seem to have an all over chill at times.”

“You are not getting sick are you?”

Robyn shook her head. “Nope.”

“Sitting with your aircon on full blast?”

“Nope. Hands normally cold, rest of me not so much. I was roasting last night.”

“You wore the pyjamas meant for winter. It was a given that you were going to roast.”

“True. You don’t have to be worried Taron. I am in perfect health; I have always had cold hands. A little tired but who isn’t.” She tapped his nose. “Turn that frown upside down.”

Taron couldn’t help but smile at the return of her playful mood. “I call for a lie in tomorrow.”

Robyn nodded. “I am very much in favour of that idea.”

“You are looking after yourself, right?” He asked seeing the lights of the dome starting to dim.

“Are you?” She returned quickly.

“Yes.” He saw her quick turn of her head towards him. “I will go to Matthew to talk to him on Monday.”

“I will call you if a bad dream wakes me.”

With a silent nod as the remainder of the house lights went down, Robyn’s head turned towards the stage and immediately leaned forward as Ludovico Einaudi walked on stage, dressed impeccably in a black suit and white shirt. She got to her feet along with everyone else, clapping loudly, the composer taking a bow twice before he took a seat at the piano. Robyn sat on the edge of her red seat, waiting with baited breath for his hands to touch the keys, to hear the first sound of a note and as simple broken chord was played, her eyes closed and her whole body relaxed to the sound of the music.

Taron watched fascinated as Robyn’s shawl fell from her shoulders as she leaned closer to the balcony her eyes closed, her whole body taken in by the music after only a few notes. He knew he had his favourite artists but for Robyn it was as if she was completely lost in the music within seconds and he smiled as she moved even closer to the balcony so she could fold her arms over the red felted barrier and leaned her chin on her hands, completely captivated by the piano sounds. A part of him could feel her pull away from him but he inwardly scolded himself for suddenly feeling jealous of a man playing piano. Taron had seen her Spotify playlist, scrolled through her music on her phone and knew it was more than just music to her. It was an escape from a reality she had a hard time dealing with and seeing the way she became so engrossed in the music as she played it, understood the importance of something as simple as the piano music he could hear. Instead, he leaned forward to place a hand on her back, letting her knew he was there and she turned her head to give him a smile before taking up her previous position of leaning on the barrier mesmerised by the composer on stage.

As the soothing sounds of Le Onde played through the theatre, Robyn’s face broke into a smile, her right hand automatically playing the notes on the balcony in time with the ones she heard. One of her favourites and first composition of his she had learnt to play, it was beautiful and stunning live. Her view was terrific and only as the man sat at the piano could see really appreciate the expensive box she sat in. The piano was positioned more sideways than she had first thought and Robyn could not only see the keys but also his hands as he played and she was fascinated by the smoothness and faultlessness of his playing, not one mistake or hesitation to be heard. She knew she had moved away from Taron but she couldn’t help herself and needed to get as close as she could, to fully watch and take in the beautiful music and playing in front of her.

Clapping hard, along with the rest of the audience, after a fourth solo piece, the orchestra walked on stage and took their places with her instruments and they accompanied the piano for a number of wonderfully composed pieces, Robyn finding herself moving her right hand as if she was conducting them, playing air piano, just out of habit as it would be her norm when listening to the music on her couch. Even though she was enjoying every moment, after half an hour of sitting as she was, she could feel a twinge in her lower back and had to move into her seat, feeling the nudge from Taron as she got comfortable in her chair and realised that the view from sitting in her seat was just as spectacular as leaning forward. She nudged him back and settled beside him, their arms side by side on the arm rest.

Robyn sat in her chair perfectly still, except for her hands tapping out notes along to the beat and Taron chuckled as she almost launched herself at the barrier again nearly an hour later as what he presumed was another of Robyn’s favourite songs was played and she was using the top of the balcony once more as an invisible piano, playing along, her eyes closed at one point for a long time, her whole body lost in the music. As the tune filtered to his ears, he recognised it as one Robyn had played a little bit of for him but judging by her hand movements, she had learnt how to play the whole song and getting caught up in her love for the music being played and her beautiful joy, leaned forward to join her, slipping his left arm around her waist.

Robyn felt the warmth on her right side and knew it was Taron but she was so caught up in the music, she didn’t really acknowledge him not wanting to miss a note or moment of bliss from the stage. Watching the Italian composer play live was such a different experience to watching videos on the internet and it was such an incredible feeling getting to see him play the pieces she loved to play and practiced constantly to learn.

As the music changed and he ran into his next solo piece, she took a long breathe as her most loved piece filtered to her ear and she felt Taron move a little closer to her. Closing her eyes, she was only aware of the music all around her, her hands copying every note perfectly in time with that played live in front of her and not even realising it, Taron had moved his right arm closer to her and she was taping notes out on his arm and even less so the two tears that trailed down her cheeks as she became entranced by the music. It had taken her weeks to learn this song, hours of sitting and playing but it was the most wonderful distraction from the mess her life had become and helped to heal a shattered heart as she concentrated on loving something other than a piece of shit of a man.

Taron knew he should have been concentrating on the actual composer but he was so taken aback by how quick Robyn’s fingers played out the beat of the notes on his arm, by how she hit each note perfectly and as he looked to her face, became concerned with how emotional she had become, how tears were on her cheeks, her eyes still closed, her focus once again on the music and he was yet again seeing a new side to her, that vulnerability she was slowly letting him see coming through. As the song slowed down and the crowd erupted, jumping to their feet in applause for the set of solo songs, he kept his arm around Robyn’s waist and hugged her sideways as they stood, watching as she wiped the tears from her cheeks. He dropped his hand from her waist and bent down to pick up her bag and routing through found a pack of tissues and pulled one out handing it to her.

“Thanks.”

“Means a lot to you.”

“So much.” Robyn dried her cheeks. “Got me through some shit times.”

Taking her hand, Taron sat back in his seat, Robyn back in hers and he wrapped his left arm around her shoulders, not caring who was behind them and as Robyn lightly leaned against him, he was very happy to give her a little comfort as the orchestra picked up again and a more lively song played.

Robyn kept the tissue in her left hand, worried she was going to get overly emotional again and let Taron keep her right hand in his, both on his lap as they sat close together for the last twenty minutes of the concert. If she could have clapped harder, she would have and on their feet at the end, the standing ovation lasted a long time and Robyn stood and watched every musician leave the stage, a little bit of hope inside that there would be an encore but as the house lights came back on, her heart dropped a little but she was smiling and unbelievably happy.

Turning to Taron who had sat back down in his seat she sighed. “Thank you.”

“You are more than welcome.” He watched as Robyn sat back in her seat, another happy sigh filling her whole body. “Better than a Welshman with a Care Bear?” He asked her.

“Better than a Care Bear.” She answered. “Nowhere near as special as a Welshman.” She said firmly. “Thanks for the tissue.”

“No worries. You ok?”

Robyn nodded. “Sometimes it gets to me. He is my go-to calm down music so it brings up some memories.”

“I get that chicken. Happens to me when I listen to Bowie sometimes.”

“Remember when we said how Tiny Dancer has nice memories for us? And doesn’t remind us so much now of when you were in the ambulance?” She saw Taron give her a little nod. “I will listen to Ludovico Einaudi and play his music and remember this night. It only has good memories now.”

Taron stood up and reached for her hands and once she took them, helped her to her feet and drew her close to him for a hug, knowing she needed one and him too because once again he was getting a glimpse into a past he did not like and needed a distraction and hugging Robyn always distracted him.

She didn’t even hesitate to snuggle into him, her face resting on his shoulder as his dipped into her neck and as she brought her right hand to the tight hair at the back of his neck, she felt his smile on her skin and laughed as he lifted her off her feet for a moment before setting her back down. “You are setting the bar very high for the presents Taron.”

“And baking too.” He added, laughing hard as she lightly slapped the back of his head.

Robyn happily would have hugged him all night and the next day too, breathing in his familiar scent, just holding him and being held back in a loving embrace. Whatever damage Keith had done to her heart was mended in the last few seconds of that hug and as Taron kissed her cheek when he let her go, Robyn didn’t see Taron standing in front of her any more but a man who she knew she could turn to for anything no matter how small and if she did happen to call him in the middle of the night because of a bad dream, knew he would happily take the call without question.

“Robyn?” He asked watching as she stared at him, his eyes opening as she moved her face a little closer to his and placed the lightest of kisses to the side of his lips, moving to kiss his forehead in that loving way she always did.

“Thank you for everything you have done for me today.”

“Don’t thank me yet.” He winked.

“Oh dear, what else do you have planned?”

“Well, nothing but you never know what could happen.” He looked to the exit of the box and saw the stewards waiting patiently for them to leave. “Want to take a trip to gift shop on the way out?”

“Best birthday ever!” Robyn exclaimed, picking her shawl up from her chair. She had been so caught up in the concert, she couldn’t even remember when it fell from her shoulders.

“Let me.” Taron took the blue shawl and carefully wrapped it around her. “Don’t need you getting cold.”

Once Robyn had her bag, they walked out of their box, thanking the staff and Taron guided her back to the lifts and to the gift shop which was a little busy but he stood close by her side paying for the programme she picked up. He had called Anthony as Robyn browsed the items for sale in the shop and when they reached the place where the black car had dropped them off, Anthony was there waiting for them.

“Good evening Robyn, Taron. Have a nice night?”

“It was wonderful.” Robyn said, smiling as the driver used her name.

“Yeah Anthony. We had a great time.”

Taron didn’t even get a chance to make the first move to get Robyn to nestle into his side because before the car even moved, she had lifted his left arm over her shoulder and cuddled into him, her left leg crossing over her right, her left arm draped lazily over his stomach. His eyes closed a soft smile on his lips as she initiated the cuddle and he gave her left shoulder a light rub, feeling a long breath fill her body, so similar to the one had taken too. They didn’t talk to each other and once again it was Anthony interrupting the comfortable silence in the car to let them know they are at Taron’s apartment.

Robyn had her shawl pulled tight around her as she walked alongside Taron to his door, stepping into his dark home as he let her in first. She used the light of the door to find her way to the couch and sat down on the soft material, blinking a little as bright light flooded the apartment when Taron turned on the lights. She watched him empty his pockets, putting his phone, wallet and the programme onto his coffee table and dropped onto the couch right beside her.

“You lost your words?” He asked.

“A little.” She answered him.

“Can I get you anything?”

“Not at the moment. You have done so much already.”

“Always willing to do more.”

“As well as stealing my words.” She joked, leaning her head onto his shoulder.

“Want your care bear horse?” He asked.

“Nope.”

“Want some cake?”

“No thanks.”

“Want to change into your pj’s?”

“Nope. Wearing the fancy dress for as long as possible.”

Taron smiled. “Want a cuddle?”

“If there is one going.”

“Always.”

Robyn kicked her heels off and curled up onto her right side, leaning into Taron’s left, her knees resting on his legs, her head under his chin. She re-thought her position for a second and sat up before Taron could even get his arms around her and carefully took the hair comb from her hair and stretched forward to place it on the coffee table, moving back to Taron, tucking her body into his.

“Just in case.” She said into his shirt. “Thank you Taron.” She prayed he felt the squeeze she gave his side, the light kiss to his chest, hoping he properly understood how much the whole day never mind the evening meant to her.

Taron didn’t answer her but held her close, letting her snuggle right into him, very much enjoying the affection he could feel from her. He had never known her to be so quiet, always having something to say or needing to make sure he was ok but the tables had very much turned and he found himself perhaps for the very first time, because even when Robyn was having an off day, he was still her main priority, willingly letting him take care of her properly for once, letting him in, being a girl for want of a better word. There was no doubt in his mind that his wonderfully strong willed and stubborn Robyn was still there but as he placed a very light kiss on her hair, he very much liked the other side she was showing him, giving him the perfect opportunity to build her trust and be the man she deserved to have in her life.

Robyn lay with her eyes closed in a haze of happiness and love, adoring the beat of his heart under her ear and his stomach moving under her hand every time he breathed and it was always something that calmed her, knowing he was alive and well. She burrowed a little further down his chest and could feel sleep calling her.

“You plan on sleeping here all evening.” Taron whispered to her, feeling her body move a little after being so still against his.

Robyn laughed a little. “Maybe.”

“Would you not prefer a soft comfy bed?”

“You are soft and comfy.” Robyn answered, her eyes opening at she realised the words she had said to him.

Naturally Taron’s heart jumped as her response but he tried to hide it with a laugh. “And sleep in your dress?”

“It’s comfortable.”

“So, it seems.” Taron mused.

“What do you mean.”

“Robyn you’ve been asleep for the near part of the last two hours.”

His words made her sit up fast, surprise written all over her face. She reached for his left arm and her eyes opened when she read the hands on his watch. “Jesus Taron. Sorry! I didn’t even realise I had fallen asleep.”

He only smiled at her. “It’s ok. You seem to need the sleep. You did say you were a little tired earlier.”

“A little tired. Not in the need for a nap again tired.”

“Guess I was too comfy and warm.” He teased “You sure you are feeling ok? You are cold and tired, normally the sign of a cold and being the expert on hiding a cold, I should know.”

“I am normally cold and I guess just too much excitement today. I am sorry I fell asleep on you again.”

“Don’t be sorry. I did it to you last night.”

Robyn looked down as she heard Taron’s stomach rumble, a smile on her face. “I really do believe that you have not eaten all week and it is catching up on you now.” A look of guilt filled Taron’s features and Robyn didn’t miss it. “I know it is quite late but shall we get you something to eat?”

“Well, I had planned on having our little cakes but someone gave them away.”

“You have a large cake in your fridge but surely something more than cake would be better.”

“Chicken it’s after midnight.”

“Has the time ever stopped you eating before?”

“I doubt there is anything in my fridge that can make a meal.”

“Well let’s go and see.” Robyn went to get up from the couch but stopped and sat back down beside him and gave him a firm hug. “I don’t have the proper words to explain to you what today has meant to me and thank you just doesn’t cover it all but thank you.” She took her arms from around him and stood up from the couch, walking into the kitchen. “You want to help me?”

Taron nodded and swallowed the lump in his throat before he got up, praying for his racing heart to slow down, his hands to stop shaking. Just like that his protective Robyn was back and he wished she could just stop for more than two hours and let someone else really take care of her but he would take those two hours over nothing at all and he got to his feet, taking his jacket off as he walked to join her in the kitchen. He threw his jacket back onto the couch and stood beside her as she stared into his fridge.

“So, we got some peppers, mushrooms and milk that has been out of date for five days.”

“And birthday cake.”

“And birthday cake, two slices of left-over pizza and some tomatoes that probably have seen better days but are useable. You are really not eating at home are you.”

“My days are long and there is catering on set. I get home around eleven every night and crash on either the couch or my bed.”

“Breakfast?” Robyn asked him.

“Coffee.” He could feel the disapproving looks rolling his way as she closed the fridge. “I eat, I do.”

“You got any pasta?”

“Somewhere.” He moved past her and routed through his presses, finally pulling out an unopened packet of penne pasta. “What you thinking?”

“I know it is late but you feel like some pasta bake? Can be put together and made in about half an hour.”

“Sounds perfect.”

Taron followed Robyn’s directions as she asked for different kitchen utensils and as she got the pasta boiling, he was chopping up the peppers. He moved to the mushrooms and Robyn found some garlic and an onion as she looked for a baking dish for their dinner. She chuckled at him as he squinted while cutting the onion, the fumes from the vegetable immediately making him cry.

“Taron no!” Robyn called but her warning was too late and he already rubbed his eyes with his hands and she saw his flinch as his eyes stung more.

“Oh, ow fuck. Ow ow shit!” Taron dug the heel of his hands into his eyes as they reacted to the raw onion on his hands.

Robyn rushed to wet a clean tea towel and ring it out, moving back to Taron. “Here.” She took his hands away, using a little force as he protested. “Let me help you.” She placed her left hand on his right cheek and very lightly rubbed the wet towel over his closed eyes, hearing him groan. “It will take a few wipes.” She swiped his eyes again. “I am going to wet the towel again. Don’t touch your eyes.” Making a second trip to the sink, Robyn quickly wet the tea towel and didn’t ring it out as tight so it still held some water. She moved back to Taron who stood very patiently, his whole face a little pained with his eyes still closed. She used a little bit more pressure this time when cleaning out his eyes, but still being careful. “Ok open for me.” There was some hesitation in his movements and very slowly he opened his eyes, blinking a lot as he tested to see if they still hurt. “Any better?” She asked him.

“Much.” He blinked hard again and felt Robyn take his hands when he went to rub his eyes.

“Let’s not do that again.” His lower lash line was red and she could see he was still feeling a little the irritation from the onions he was cutting. “You have sensitive eyes.” Robyn said still holding the tea towel in her hands in case he needed it.

“Apparently so.”

“Me too.”

“Is that why you asked me to cut the onion?” He took the tea towel from her and wiped both his eyes again, the coldness from the cloth really helping to ease the tingle. “So you wouldn’t cry and do this?”

“Not at all. Just needed some help to cut the vegetables. I didn’t think you were going to rub your eyes with your hands like that. I will finish the onion if you would like.”

“Would you mind?”

“Not at all but let me see you before I give you a different job. I need to make sure you can see properly in case you cut yourself.” Placing her two hands on his cheeks, she ran her thumbs under his eyes. “You will live but I will get you to grate some cheese for me instead and I will finish the onion. Give your hands a really good wash first though.”

“I will.” Feeling a little stupid at what he did, Taron made sure to wash his hands thoroughly twice with soap and the moved the grate the cheese Robyn had set out for him. His eyes were still a little tender but he finished the cheese easily. “What next?”

“Frying pan with a little bit of oil.”

Taron got the heat on his hob going and added the garlic and chopped onion when Robyn gave it to him, giving the start of their base for the sauce a stir. Once it was soft, he took the vegetables from Robyn and added them to the pan and kept an eye on them as behind him Robyn chopped up the tomatoes and then using a potato masher she found, squished them down into a chunky sauce.

“Veg is done.” Taron told her as he gave the nicely browned vegetables in his pan another stir.

“Perfect.” She brought her tomato sauce over and poured it into his pan. “Keep stirring.”

“Yes chef!” Taron called with a light chuckle as he mixed everything together. “I miss this.”

“Miss what?” Robyn asked as she shook in some salt and pepper to the frying pan.

“This. Cooking with you.”

Robyn grinned. “Cooking with me or getting a fresh home cooked meal?”

“Both.” He replied as she threw in a pinch of some herbs, Taron not even knowing he had herbs in his kitchen. “I liked getting to do this in your home every night. It is not something I get to do when I am working so it’s nice to get the chance too.”

“Well, when you have catering and are working, I can understand why you wouldn’t.” Robyn checked the pasta. “But it is nice to cook something yourself.” She lifted the saucepan from the hob and moved to the sink, using the lid the drain the water from the pasta. “A home cooked meal is always enjoyable.”

“Yep. This is bubbling.”

“That’s ok. You can turn the heat off and come over to me with the pan.” Robyn now stood at the island with the drained saucepan of pasta. “Just pour it in here unless you want a smooth sauce. We will have to blitz it.”

“Nope I am ok with the chunks of vegetables.” He carefully spooned the sauce into the pasta and as he put the frying pan into the sink, Robyn mixed their pasta bake together. He came to stand next to Robyn and then had a second thought and walked to the coffee table to get his phone, turning his camera on as he walked back to his island. “Smile.” Robyn looked to him and smiled after he had taken his first photo.

“What are you doing?”

“I never got the photos last time of us making sandwiches in the fancy fancy clothes. I am not making that mistake again.”

Robyn grinned as she looked to her dress. “It is what we do in your London home now isn’t it.”

“Seems to be.”

Robyn transferred the pasta and sauce into the pyrex baking dish. “You want to sprinkle the cheese on top?”

“Please.” Taron added more cheese then was probably necessary to the top of the pasta. “Oven?” He asked once done.

“Yep.” Robyn opened the oven for him and he carefully placed the dish on the middle shelf and closed the oven door. “And in fifteen minutes or so we shall have some pasta bake.”

“That gives me enough time to change.” Taron said. “And if you want to take the dress off, you can too though I know you are becoming partial to a fancy dress.”

“I think it might be nice to put something slightly more comfortable on.” She ran her hands down the side of her dress. “And you know, in case I use you a pillow again, may as well be appropriately dressed for that.”

Taron nodded and they walked to the bedroom, pulling his shirt from his trousers and opening the buttons as he walked. “Fifteen minutes enough time for you?” He asked as he sat on the bed to take his shoes off.

“Loads. Won’t take me long.” Robyn took her toiletry bag from her case and some clothes to change into. “I will take the bathroom.”

Robyn closed the bathroom door behind her, dropping all of her belongings on the ground. She looked in the mirror and once again was taken back by the woman who stared back at her. A flush on her cheeks, a glint in her eye and with her whole posture straight and tall, Robyn smiled to herself. It had been a long time since she felt so comfortable in a man’s presence and the fact that twice in the last twelve hours, she had fallen asleep in Taron’s arms, just said so much to her. Not to mention that her emotional reaction in the theatre hadn’t made him run away either. She sighed and knew she had passed that point of no return where she would do anything for Taron and although that had been her way since she had met him, now it was because she loved him and loved him dearly. She quickly took off her make-up and unpinned her hair, tying it up out of the way, slipping into a pair of black running shorts and blue long-sleeved t-shirt, a sports bra on underneath. She left her toiletry bag in the bathroom, knowing she would need it in the morning and carried her dress out, giving the bedroom door a knock before she walked in.

“Come on in Robyn. You don’t have to knock.”

“Just in case you are in your nudey nudes.” Robyn chuckled as she walked into his room, Taron in his own pair of shorts and a t-shirt, hanging his suit back up in his wardrobe.

“No such luck chicken.”

Robyn laughed a little and put her dress on his bed, taking her garment bag from her case so she could keep her dress neat and tidy by placing it inside it. Once zipped up, she placed it laying across her case, Taron coming to stand beside her.

“Something smells cooked in the kitchen.”

“Probably our very late-night dinner. We should have stuck with the cake and some tea.”

“Really?” Taron asked as they walked back to the kitchen.

“Yep. It is so late. You are not going to sleep.”

“Robyn, do you even know me at all? Sleeping is my favourite thing to do and sleeping on a full stomach? My second favourite thing to do.” He stopped in front of the oven and carefully opened the door. “And that is done.” The cheese was a golden yellow colour and bubbling in the heat of the oven. “And looks delicious.”

Robyn watched Taron lifted the hot dish of dinner from the oven and placed it carefully on a heat resistant coaster so it wouldn’t burn his countertop. She grabbed two plates and put them in the oven before he closed the door and then turned the oven off. “The heat will warm up the plates for us so the pasta doesn’t go on a cold plate.”

Less than a minute later, Robyn took the hot plates out and Taron happily dished their home cooked meal out, Robyn stopping him from filling her plate too much.

“This smells amazing.” He said as he took a seat on a stool at his island. “Thanks for cooking this.”

“We did it together.” As Taron tucked into his food, Robyn filled two glasses of water for them, placing one in front of him. “Thank you. So good.” He said through a mouth of food.

Robyn smiled and sat beside him, picking up her own fork and tasting their pasta bake, agreeing with his comments. Their last meal, if you could call it a meal, was their afternoon tea which was over ten hours ago and the tasty pasta was filling and perfect even if they were eating dinner near one in the morning. Taron went for another scoop while Robyn filled her glass with some more water. She sat back on her stool, smiling as Taron polished off all of the food on his plate.

“I have a question.” He said to her as he picked up his glass of water.

“Shoot.”

“You admit to being cold but yet insist on wearing shorts to sleep in.”

Robyn smiled into her glass. “Well because you insist that we have to share a bed and we both know you just ooze heat from your core, I have to comprise by wearing shorts.”

“You don’t wear them at home?”

Robyn shook her head. “Pyjama bottoms.”

“So, the shorts are just for me?” He grinned, laughing when Robyn rolled her eyes and slapped his arm lightly. “Anything to be cosy right?”

“Yep.” She said through a yawn. “Oh sorry. No idea where that came from.”

“It has been a busy day.”

“It’s been a most perfect day.” She corrected.

“Let’s tidy this up and hit the hay. We can turn a movie on. You can choose.”

Robyn smiled at him. “Any movie?”

Taron went to speak but stopped realising what he had agreed too. He sighed. “Your choice.” He waited for her to pick one of his movies, waiting for her to say Rocketman but she surprised him when she told him he could choose. “Wait what?”

“I will watch anything and you know that.”

“Except anything scary.”

“Except anything scary.” She agreed. “Going by my sleep pattern today, I will probably be asleep before you, so you can pick.”

They tidied up the kitchen, putting their used plates in the dishwasher and once they had wiped the counters and sink and put the left-over pasta in the fridge too, Taron turned off all the lights and followed Robyn towards the bedroom.

“Give me two minutes.” She had stopped at the bathroom.

“Sure.”

After she used the toilet and brushed her teeth, she turned off the light and walked into the bedroom. Taron was still in his bathroom but she climbed up onto his bed, taking her side and slipping her legs under his duvet, shuffled down and laid her head back on the pillow. Her eyes automatically closed and she felt another yawn coming through, her hands covering her mouth as she stretched happily. She settled comfortably on his soft bed but her eyes opened when she remembered that she left her phone in her clutch bag on his couch. She kicked her legs to get the duvet off so she could get up to go and get it.

“What did my duvet do to you?” Taron asked as he wandered out of his bathroom.

“I left my phone on the couch. I was going to get it.”

“You stay there. I will get it. Mine is in the kitchen too.”

It took Taron less than a minute to grab their phones and he closed his bedroom door when he came back into his room. He handed Robyn her phone and crawled over the bottom of the bed to get to his side but crawled back when he remembered he hadn’t turned off the main light. They were plunged into darkness for about five seconds as Taron made his way across the bed again and was able to turn his bedside light. He slid his legs under his duvet too and laid back against his pillows. Picking up the TV remote, he turned his flatscreen on and went straight to Netflix, doing a quick scroll before settling on a random adventure type movie. Although Robyn said she would probably fall asleep pretty quickly, now that he was cosy in his bed, he felt the same and wasn’t too concerned with the movie he chose. He turned to lay on his left side, his arm under his head, looking to Robyn who was on her back, her hands on her stomach, fingers linked together. She was never one to sleep on her back and her still position made him smile a little.

“So that’s the end of the birthday cuddles then?” He chuckled, her head turning so she could look at him.

“I am just wating for you.”

“Sure.” Taron moved over to her a little and turned over onto his back, so their shoulders were touching. “I think you are just tired.”

“Happily so.” She assured him. “Best birthday ever.” Robyn turned onto her right side, slipping down the pillow so her chin was on his shoulder.

“Now you are ready for a cuddle.” Taron lifted his arm and Robyn moved so her cheek rested fully on his shoulder, her left hand moving to rest over his heart.

“Thanks Taron.”

“Anytime Robyn.”

Taron pulled the duvet up so it covered Robyn to her chin and reaching for the TV remote, he turned off the movie playing in the background and then his bed side light. He had no interest in it and happily closed his eyes enjoying the warmth from Robyn and the way as always, she just fitted right into him. He cherished these moments with her and before, where it was a need that pushed them together in the same bed and possibly convenience, now it was his own selfish need that almost pinned for her feminine curves against his side. Robyn was asleep within minutes of snuggling into him and his mind worried for a moment at her tiredness but with the excitement of the day and the emotional journey she went on, he just figured she was a little jaded. Telling his mind to shut up, to go to sleep, Taron turned his face so his nose was buried into Robyn’s hair and moved to place his right hand over her left which was still placed over his heart.

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On Deutschland and Italia, by Lovino Valenti

Lovino writes a series of blog entries on the relationship between Germany and Italy as he deals with a move to Hamburg, his brother’s wedding, and his budding romance (which he denies) to the infuriating Gilbert Beilschmidt.

Chapter 7

It was almost midnight and yet Lovino remained awake, sitting by his balcony, reading a novel, indulging himself in some wine, smiling and being at peace…even when a certain loudmouth and insane albino was kept well in his mind.

He read how the charmer of the tale romanced his beloved with a ridiculous song he whaled for the whole street to hear, embarrassing himself but making the lover laugh in just the high volume that made them present in their setting.

Lovino chuckled, being reminded himself of the song Gilbert shouted high in the car on their way back. Feliciano joined along, a sudden band ready to play in the concert hall they passed by that moment. It wasn’t until the last song that Lovino dared join, with a thunder of wonderful voice that momentarily made Gilbert and Feliciano fall in awed silence. They returned to finish, making their band complete, laughing and clapping when they had arrived to the restaurant, Augusto heading out with a guitar and Aldrich with a microphone, thinking they still had time to be a part of it.

Lovino smiled, deciding a halt to his reading, enjoying in the sweet memory and how handsome Gilbert looked, how much he wanted to continue a song and dance about in the restaurant as they had done before.

It was interrupted by a call, his brother, having him questioning, with it being so late.

“Pronto,” he answered wanting to get quick into it.

“Be…Lovi…are you doing anything tomorrow?”

“Just the office in the morning. What’s going on?” He suspected.

“Is it all right if you can go to my flower arrangements appointment tomorrow? It’s in the evening so I’m sure you can go. Me and Ludwig have to go…somewhere.” Feliciano gazed over to his fiancé, speaking about in the phone with one of his superiors, pacing and making some accords. Before him on the counter were still lots of papers he needed to read over, sign, get copied, send and some needed translation into Spanish.

“You two have your own apartments. If you want to do it, just do it. No need to leave to some godforsaken place. You’ll have enough of that in your honeymoon.”

“It’s not for that!” Feliciano was insulted Lovino would insinuate it. “It’s just something to do with his job and my volunteering. Trust me, I wouldn’t push the appointment aside just to…”

“Fuck?”

“Yes. Besides, right now Ludwig is scheduling intercourse for the afternoon after he comes back from work,” Feliciano reported proudly while Lovino wanted to hurl.

“Too much information and who the hell plans these things? You just do it and that’s it.”

“We’ve been really busy. Oh, and, is it okay if Gilbert goes with you?”

The name brought pink and airs that smelled like the sweetest perfume to Lovino.

“Why-why…why would he have to come?” He really tried to sound annoyed, but Feliciano could tell that there wasn’t the usual harsh cut.

“Ludwig suggested, thought it could help.”

Lovino rolled his eyes and faked an annoyed sigh, “fine, I’ll go. Send me whatever I’ll need and I’ll get you some damn flowers. Don’t complain if they are not the exact ones you want.”

“I know you’ll make a good decision, Lovi. Now, ciao, ti voglio bene!”

The call was gone and Lovino was left with excitement.

On Deutschland and Italia.

Art and Inspiration.

I’m taking a part.

I believe that it’s through art that we show the faces of our country. It speaks more so than any political statement. The European union actually makes it easy to create this movement with different kinds of artists, encouraging connection and understanding. Cities like Berlin are a traditional destination for fashion and architecture from Italy, as well as a point of reference for promotions and managing the most modern museums. Germany is constantly being inspired by Italy. In food, lifestyle, and of course art. Most galleries are filled with proud Italian artists that Germans are awed to see. It presents communication and improves the country’s image more so.

It is definitely not recent, as this inspiration traces back to the renaissance, when you had Germans coming down to the peninsula hoping to see and admire these paintings that were so talked about. Printing is invented through this, as Germans were trying to find ways to showcase what they saw in Italy to their own kingdoms. They followed their example in their art techniques, not as memorable, but enough to be proud of and make Italians themselves wonder.

In music, Germans took their most sublime pieces and gave it Italian names, using our created instruments to make memorable melodies to join our own composers.

Their writers wrote on Italy’s beauty, through constant travel tales or stories of their imagine to explain their experiences. Many of these phrases we quote, and it fill us with pride, and we are happy to read them.

It works to get us curious, to travel to Germany as well and be inspired by colorful villages, hills of story and cities of feast.

It is a trade I am happy to share in with these very entries.

He wore a fine buttoned shirt, a pristine yellow he assured well that morning to be exceptionally clean. Tight jeans, his best shoes, with movement and stride that he wanted people to think of only king’s. Lovino tested it on his office that morning and the gazes he got proved to him that it would be enough.

He left precisely and was smiling as he took the transport to the flower shop. He spotted Gilbert’s car at the entrance and so smirked, sunglassed eyes making entrance, the ring turning Gilbert, who had been leaning by one of the counters, turning to get baffled, wide eyed and luckily his hanging mouth could be covered by the fact that he kept a hand over it. Lovino removed his sunglasses, showcasing hazel that fitted well with the greens and colors that surrounded the shop.

To Gilbert, it was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen.

“Hey! Why so fancy today?” He tried to act like it didn’t evoke any blush, hiding it by facing the cashier, hoping whoever attended this to come that instant.

“Just uh…an important meeting in the company,” Lovino excused, coming to take seating right in the stool next to Gilbert.

He really tried to resist, but the corner of his eyes still went down the figure hungrily, especially loving how those jeans hugged those thighs. Much to his embarrassment, Lovino had caught it.

“What is it?” He didn’t sound annoyed and Gilbert wasn’t landed a hit on the head, in fact, there was temptation in that voice, accepting more of that gaze.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t hear the bell ring.” In came a young man, wiping dirt off his hands and laying before them, taking a notebook where surely appointments were written.

“Beilschmidt-Valenti?”

“Yes,” both answered.

“Oh, you both came. Rarely do I get the couple coming together to pick flowers.”

Both blushed heavily.

“Oh, wait, no!”

“We’re not the couple!”

“Not…Beilschmidt-Valenti?”

“Well, yeah, we are, just-”

“Not Ludwig and Feliciano. Were Gilbert and Lovino, their brothers. They couldn’t make it today and so they sent us to deal with the flower arrangements.”

“Oh, right! My colleague just put a note. Didn’t see it earlier.” He shut the notebook and went to proper introductions. “I’m Toris Laurinaitis and your brothers have chosen me for the flowers. Feliciano already sent me some information concerning the venue, the cake and the theme he wants. I already have some ideas and would like to show some displays we have up.” He stood and led way, the brothers following behind.

They spent a good half an hour watching all the suggestions, Toris explaining meanings and how things could be set up, as well as trying to sell, making them all a dream beauty that actually made it difficult for Gilbert and Lovino to choose, for their own taste and their brothers.

“These are beautiful greens, but I don’t think they will fit with what my brother wants.”

“I agree, but it’s one our of pride works and we love showing it to all our customers.”

“I do like how you pile them up,” Gilbert admitted, all coming together like one big tree, surrounded beautifully by ornaments.

“I love this one with the marigolds.”

“Marigolds? For Ludwig and Feliciano? Definitely not.”

“Being honest, I think the best option will be…this one,” Gilbert pointed to the vined one with white roses, arched, extended, simple, and despite that green…it would actually flow well with the wedding.

“Gilbert…I actually agree with you,” Lovino smiled to him.

Toris joined as well, “I also believe it will be the best option.”

They settled some minutes of gazing, assuring, decided.

“We’ll take this one,” Lovino worded.

“Very well then, I’ll schedule the delivery and date.” He left to surely implement this on a schedule, Lovino holding the card Feliciano gave him ready to pay.

“You know…the one with the lilies, candles and gold stands would have been more expensive,” Gilbert smirked.

“And it was stunning, but I know both of them would have found it too excessive. Besides, it was with red roses that Ludwig had confessed to my brother, so roses had to be a must. White for purity.” Gilbert raised an eyebrow. “Purity of the moment. Whatever, I’m glad I could choose it for my brother,” Lovino held himself high, showing well his pride.

“Wow…we really are trying to make this wedding perfect here.”

“Hey! Uh…um…uh…” Lovino had no excuse to fill this time, which gave Gilbert a fit of laughter.

“It’s fine, it’s fine, we’re good…I’m actually glad we’re trying.” Gilbert didn’t know where that impulse came from, how his hand reached a simple red daisy that lay on a table nearby, raising it to lay in the thresholds of Lovino’s curls, sided perfectly, elegant on his face, shinning him the more in lovely colors that drove him closer.

“Should we…do something to trick Berwald with the flowers?” Gilbert suggested with a chuckle that was endearing, not at all mocking.

“I…I can’t think of something.”

“Yeah I uh…I highly doubt they would sell some…poisoned stuff here.”

It was such a beautiful exchange, Toris coming and not knowing how to interrupt, tapping his foot to the floor awkwardly, until he stepped harshly enough to get their attention. “Sorry to…interrupt, but I have put your brothers on the schedule and now all I need is the payment.”

“Got it here,” Lovino raised the card, slow in his walk for both to reach the cashier. “I think we’re pretty much done. If you want, you can go ahead.”

“Are you sure? We could go do something now if you want?”

“I…” how Lovino would have loved to, but he had to keep some sort of field from letting this extend on. He still had to think, still had to come to terms with what exactly he was feeling and what he wanted with Gilbert. He needed more time. “…I promised to have dinner tonight at Nonno’s and I…have to get going to help.”

Gilbert only let his disappointment pass low through his eyes, but nodded and understood. “Well…I’ll see you later then…”

“Yeah…” why did it feel like there was more that they should do? More than that awkward wave and only that intensive look of their eyes.

Lovino refused to let himself be captive to it, focus on the payment, picking receipts and leaving back home. He kept himself excited at the sea food platter he was sure his grandfather could suddenly prepare. He didn’t notice how Gilbert stared at him still from the comfort of the shop, making sure he was well underground, into the trains and he had the shop for himself once again.

“Is there…anything else you need?” Toris shyly came forward, wondering still his presence.

“Yes, can I make an order?”

It was sudden, but Augusto welcomed his grandson’s visit, indeed having enough fried seafood to keep them chatting and drinking to distraction well into the night. It was midnight when Lovino decided to take his leave, picking his stuff and ready to take the simple stairs up to his own apartment.

“Oh! Before I forget! Clemente sent me a message that something arrived for you. He hopes you don’t mind he went into your apartment and left it on your table.”

“Did he tell you what it was?”

“He was afraid to say.”

“Must be that new underwear I ordered,” was his farewell.

One more floor and he was entering his apartment, only a single lamp lighting the large bouquet of tulips. They were bountiful in beauty, in purples, reds, whites and enchanting oranges, in their vase, ordered well and Lovino was paralyzed at the entrance in awe. He wondered if perhaps they were delivered in the wrong apartment, looking about the hall expecting for the real owner to come forward, but the night continued silent and the flowers seemed to keep waiting for him.

Closing the door behind him he headed closer, noticing a large card, on one side his name written elegantly.

Yes…they were for him then. But who? He knew of no admirers, he wasn’t dating anybody and lately…the only person on his mind was…he turned the card and noticed the name at the bottom, his heart flourishing and a smile already plastered on his face by the first word at the top.

‘Toris here told me that tulips stand for forgiveness, so I thought it be appropriate. I could have asked this in person, and we still can, but it’s a nice gift to truly show and make you understand that I apologize. Not just now, I apologize for everything I’ve done to you ever since we met when you were like…what? Two months old? Whatever just…I’ve realized I was douche, still am and I want things to be different between us from now on. I hope we can be friends. I hope you can give me forgiveness.

Gilbert.’

Lovino couldn’t remember the last time he had smiled so largely, he had felt so ecstatic as to even jump across his apartment and scream. He held the letter tight to him, embracing the words and copying them to his heart. He couldn’t wait for a next meeting that would surely be placed by whatever wedding planning Ludwig or Feliciano set. He took his phone, hunting down different chats hoping to find his number, surely once that Feliciano or Nonno had sent it just incase. He remembered scoffing intensely when they did, yet here he was, calling that number, heart about to burst and holding to the card like some desperate teenager.

“Hallo?” came the questioning answer.

“It’s…me…”

“Lovino?”

“Yeah, just uh…wanted to say, that, I…saw the flowers and they’re…gorgeous and thank you, and I…forgive you.”

Petrifying silence, the only sound their breaths, their understanding of the words just said.

“Yes…it’s hard to believe that I would actually forgive you, but…being completely honest, I too was a…jackass. My family was right, I could have avoided a lot of stuff if we could have just actually…talked nicely, found common grounds, had fun, enjoyed. I shouldn’t have been so…stubborn and judging. But…you were right, we were just kids. We didn’t understand anything and we acted on whatever impulse came first.” He breathed, he waited for whatever new words, but instead decided on continuing, “but we are not depending on those impulses anymore. We’re rational, we’re adults and should…understand our feelings more.” Something Lovino wished he could really take to himself. “So…yeah, I’m…sorry and let’s just…be friends, I guess.”

Silence once again, utter silence.

“Did you hang up?” Lovino threatened.

“No, no! I’m here, just…wow, taking all that in.” And finally he heard breathing. So Lovino let him that, settling in laying in their own comforts, until a word could be ready to be said.

“I…forgive you too. And…yeah, let’s…try this friendship out and actually…make our families proud.” Gilbert was so glad to have made Lovino laugh.

“Then, that’s great! So…I think we should be heading to sleep now, right?”

“…yeah.” Gilbert held his extensive words, he wanted to talk, of other things like…holidays, their favorite drinks, sunsets, anecdotes and music, but from all that variety, he remained in his stupefied silence, hoping that maybe Lovino would start.

“Well, buona notte! Sleep well and I’ll…see you around,” he smiled, one Gilbert could even feel, hoping it was more on his skin.

“Ja…Gute Nacht…”

Lovino forced himself to shut the call, turning his glance to the flowers, grin wide, standing, picking and deciding to put them in his room as a good kiss for the morning and before he shut his eyes.

On Deutschland and Italia.

Exchange Programs.

And what it can lead to.

Another way to strengthen the relationship between two countries is through academia. What better way to see than through student exchange programs and research institutes.

The ‘Erasmus’ and ‘Leonardo’ programs are well flourishing in both Germany and Italy, outside of the expecting England, France and Spain. There is in Italy a program literally called ‘University center for the documentation and study of the juridical relationship between Italy and Germany’ which’s job, as the title very obviously suggest, is to establish a relationship of professionals, writings and course students. My own brother was a part of this, which ended in an exchange of cultures, of learning, expanding, settling, even landing him a future husband.

I did not hear the end of it when he visited me in Naples.

It’s a youth that is being exposed to our dealings, our works, our being and culture, sharing and enlightening it to become better known, better recognized and for more artistic and intellectual inspirations to come.

‘I wish that it could be like that…why can’t it be like that…’ The music only helped to keep Lovino lost, with scenarios in his head, ideas that he shouldn’t be feeding, but what a fantasy he was living.

“No,” Feliciano decided, scratching it off of the list, stopping the song, looking through his library to hear the next.

“Wha-what-what? Why-why, why not?” Lovino startled himself from his stupefaction, worried and actually looking slightly…broken.

Feliciano questioned and grew hesitant to play the next one, afraid he would only make his brother feel worse. “Well, the song is too sad and I think it will just make those without a couple or date more miserable, plus it’s not something Ludwig and I could relate to. Thankfully, our love was never forbidden.”

The next song that played was a French-Italian song, one Feliciano himself really liked, but decided well against it knowing Ludwig’s distaste for French.

“Well, we’re you lucky.”

“One day you’ll be lucky too, Lovino!” Feliciano kept up.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever, I don’t need that sappy shit.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, there’s no one-”

“Not even Gilbert.”

Lovino held himself completely.

“He’s…he’s…we’re not talking about this! I’m just here to help you with the damn music. You scratched off that breaking up song, right?”

“But it’s so catchy!”

“Hell no! Add some Adele!” He began writing a lot of her songs down in a list, leaving the table in silence.

“You know…with Gilbert it wouldn’t be forbidden.”

“Feliciano!” He slammed the pen to the table.

“I’m just trying to help and make you realize.”

“Don’t help! All right? It should be enough to you that we’re actually friends now.”

“But you both want more!”

“You don’t know that! I don’t know that! I…don’t know what I should do next.” He let himself those thoughts of wondering, of imagining, of acting.

Feliciano smirked, leaning with a teasing gleam in his eyes, “…you could…tell him exactly how you feel…”

“Hell no!” Lovino put one of the notebooks against Feliciano’s face.

“Oh, Lovino…imagine how free you would feel, the happiness you could be in, the wonder, the romance of adventures!” Feliciano wowed, leaning well against the table with the notebook, to the point Lovino thought he would soon break it.

“Feliciano, were two dumbasses living in Hamburg. There’s no fantasy in that.”

“But you could make it! You could be together!”

“Look! I admire your effort here, but really, leave it be, it will take its course and we’ll see what happens.”

“But you have to let me-”

“Shhhh!” He commanded harshly, not sparring another words unless it was to deal with this damn music list.

Feliciano pouted, heavily as they continued their picking. At some point it eased, but whenever it raised again, Lovino would hit him with his pen.

“I really like that Of Monsters and Men so-” his phone rang loudly, Lovino catching a glimpse, the number from the Dominican Republic. He suspected enough that it had to be from the volunteering Feliciano meant to do there.

“Scusi, I have to take this.” He stood and was adamant on keeping this conversation out of the apartment, Lovino hearing the echo of voice go upwards, to the top most attic, running away from any prying ears.

Why was it so important he kept so far? It was a volunteering project. What did Feliciano have to hide about that? Never mind, he kept adding songs by himself, this time Italian rap songs in the purpose of annoying the German attendants, smirking and already laughing at what their expressions would be. He was finishing an entire page by the time Feliciano returned, a deep smile, ecstatic, jumping and holding to his phone in such a grasp Lovino thought he was ready to throw it.

“Dio, what happened?”

“Oh, Lovino, they just gave me-” he sat, he began and then he stopped, mouth wide open, looking about, realizing what he had almost done. He changed his glance to the new list his brother made. “Lovino, I really don’t think we should add Caparezza, I mean, Fedez is okay maybe, but-”

“Hey! Hey! Hey! Don’t change the subject! What happened? Tell me!” He demanded, ready to hear.

Feliciano pushed his lips in, still with his eyes away, clearly in hiding.

“Really? Can’t say anything?”

“It’s…a surprise,” Feliciano hoped could work.

Lovino rolled his eyes, sighing, tapping his pen to the table. “Fine, keep your stupid surprise and I’ll take all the Caparezza songs out, but I’m adding more Fedez!”

Feliciano smiled at his achievement on focusing the topic away, oh but Lovino kept it his mind. He will find out soon enough.

The apartment was in the calm Ludwig sometimes needed by himself. A simple read, a cup of coffee…luckily Feliciano came in his loud presence just as he was beginning to miss him. Footsteps rushed up in a way Ludwig could tell was him even before he burst into the room, laughing, jumping into his arms, showering in kisses and his tight hold warmth that Ludwig let himself lean to, keeping him well on his lap.

“Are there any special occasions or is this just your usual?” He smirked.

“They gave me the job!” He shouted, his smile going along with its high volume.

“The-the the job?”

“The hospital in Santo Domingo! They were actually in need of a nursing director. I had a lot of the qualifications and experiences and they decided to take me! I’ll be getting paid normally with all the benefits!”

Ludwig glowed, even moving back trying to take the largeness of the wonderful news. “That’s…that’s amazing, Feliciano! Congratulations!” He brought his arms around his waist and settled on his chest as he rocked them on the sofa with the static of the excitement.

“Yes! It will be wonderful! You will have nothing to worry about! You can focus on starting the company and I’ll provide for us! I’ll buy the food, pay the bills, make you comfortable and make us happy.” It was a dream, now a reality so close. “I was with Lovi when they called and almost told him, but I think it’s best we leave it a surprise,” he smiled grandiose…but Ludwig soured, dropping down, new agitations instead. “What’s wrong?” Feliciano wondered, dropping down with him, settling on laying on his chest.

“My family will think me a leech.”

“No!” Feliciano pouted with an adorable grimace. “You are not! I am just helping you out while you deal with starting a big business, as well as I’ll be advancing in my own career. We’ll be like kings one day!” Feliciano excited high, hands in the air and everything.

“My family will not understand it this way. They expect me to arrive to Santo Domingo already living in a castle and…providing for you.” But it seemed like the opposite was to happen, saddened, dropped and oh how it made Feliciano just as gloomed, but leaned more into him, taking his face, looking into his eyes, wanting to give him all the sureness of the world.

“Don’t let what they think decide how we live. When the time comes, we will sit down and explain everything and I’m sure they will understand.” He was positive. “For now it will do and it will make us happy. I want to be given the chance to provide for you as well…it’s more than what my family expected,” he chuckled.

“They’ll probably think I’m leeching off you too.”

“No! We will make them understand, I’m sure of it. If you want, maybe we can plan a day to sit down and talk to them. All before the wedding. We’ll show everything and they’ll be okay.”

Ludwig sighed, a bit more shine to bring his arms back around his fiancé, strengthening and loving. “All right, but until then, we can’t let anybody know.”

“Got it, amore mio!” He saluted, in a charm that had Ludwig grinning, bringing him down to a deepened kiss that will soon lead to the riding of clothes.

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unscharf-an-den-raendern · 4 years ago

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Interview with Ralf from 2005 (translated from German)

Read the original German version here: http://www.electroempire.com/index.php?thread/1755-ralf-h%C3%BCtter-kraftwerk-interview-2005/

They’re the most influential German band of all time, for a third of a century they advanced and shaped electronic music like no one else. During that time, they only gave about one hundred interviews worldwide, the living legends are considered to be media-shy. Now Arschmaden-rave-magazin managed to be the first German magazine since 2001 to get an exclusive interview with the Düsseldorf sound pioneers Kraftwerk. Hauke Schlichting was allowed to spend almost an hour on the phone with Ralf Hütter and found out that music gods are also completely normal people sometimes.

Hauke Schlichting: Are there many pre-order of the notebook edition of “Minimum Maximum” already?

Ralf Hütter: I think so. Kraftwerk is not just music, we also create the lyrics, the pictures and the entire visual concept. I’ve been doing that with my partner Florian Schneider since 1970. This notebook edition enables us to put a lot of ideas into effect that we had for a long time. And now that it's finished, it's a liberating moment.

Hauke Schlichting: I once saw you in the audience of a talk by Oskar Sala. I suppose that pioneers like Sala, John Cage and certainly Karlheinz Stockhausen were a source of inspiration for Kraftwerk...

Ralf Hütter: Especially in our living environment in the second half of the sixties. Our friends and we were involved in the art scene. Electronic music was not foreign to us.

Hauke Schlichting: In an old interview from 1976 you said: "The world of sounds is music.” The first thing that came to my mind was whether the members of Kraftwerk listened to and liked music by noise musicians or even industrial music? Is that a similar approach?

Ralf Hütter: I can only speak for myself now, but I definitely see a spiritual kinship there. Definitely.

Hauke Schlichting: You called your music "Industrial Folk Music" once...

Ralf Hütter: Yes, but not with an F. It was about "Industrielle Volksmusik", the English translated it. It was an idea of the electronic Volkswagen. That's a concept. We have always reported on everyday things. "Autobahn", for example, was an attempt to make everyday music.

Hauke Schlichting: Is there any electronic music from - let's say the last 20 years - that inspired you?

Ralf Hütter: Yes, especially this spiritual kinship between the two cities starting with a D.

Hauke Schlichting: Düsseldorf and Detroit!

Ralf Hütter: Right. We know the creative heads of Detroit like Derrick May, Mike Banks and Kevin Saunderson. And that's what we consider to be a real inspiration, alternating, which finds its sound in this language. The dynamic that's in there, like in here. This electric funk or whatever you want to call it, that's a spiritual kinship.

Hauke Schlichting: Were the first Cybotron records of Juan Atkins things that you already noticed back in 1981?

Ralf Hütter: We were also in New York earlier, where the record company took us to some afterhours in non-authorized clubs.

Hauke Schlichting: They already existed back then!?

Ralf Hütter: Yeah, sure, at the end of the seventies. Then we had the experience that Afrika Bambaataa played our song “Metall auf Metall”. I thought, oh, fine, and then more than a quarter of an hour went by and I started wondering, because the song is not that long. Until I realized that he combined it with several record players.

Hauke Schlichting: A live remix with turntables, so to speak...

Ralf Hütter: That must have been in '77.

Hauke Schlichting: Mr Bambaataa is definitely a pioneer as well.

Ralf Hütter: Definitely.

Hauke Schlichting: There are an infinite number of songs nowadays which obviously sampled Kraftwerk. You were once described as "the most sampled artists besides James Brown". Are you annoyed when this happens without being asked?

Ralf Hütter: In the right music it is mental communication. Creative feedback. But if they appear on any “cucumbers” (Translator’s note: Ralf means bad musicians) or purely commercial products, then our publishing house will take action.

Hauke Schlichting: Do you collect your own records? If you want to own all the Kraftwerk records, including all the different pressings, you’d have to collect several thousand.

Ralf Hütter: I think that's materialistic nonsense. It's like collecting beer coastes. That’s totally uninteresting. It's about music, not about some pieces of plastic.

Hauke Schlichting: But they say that you collect old synthesizers.

Ralf Hütter: Our studio has been changing constantly since 1970, there are always new things being wired, installed or programmed. Improved. So often some equipment is put away, first in the warehouse, because you might need them again. At some point they were standing there, nobody wanted them, then they got dusty, then reactivated in the Kling Klang Museum. Ten years later we restored and repaired them all to the latest state of the art. Now we have been asked if we could make them available for an exhibition, but at the moment we can't give them away because they are actually in use. Over the last twenty years, we have transferred all the original Kraftwerk sounds to the digital level. Together with our electrical engineers Fritz Hilpert and Henning Schmitz.

Hauke Schlichting: You used to take a lot of equipment weighing tons with you on tour.

Ralf Hütter: Yes, the Kling Klang Studio is our instrumentarium. It has been like that ever since the first concerts. At that time they were still single instruments or single racks with many cables. Then at some point we assembled them in multi-racks.

Hauke Schlichting: The live equipment was always identical to the studio equipment. Is that still the case now? The things you carry around with you now are much more compact.

Ralf Hütter: Now we play with the virtual Kling Klang Studio with laptops at concerts in real time and mobile. That's why we have been able to travel all over the world since 2002. Today we have complete access to the entire audio-visual show, which also changes a bit from concert to concert. That's what makes it interesting. We no longer have to build it up every day to reach a fixed status, we can work with it live. In the past we were on tour rather reproductively, a lot of things didn't work, that was actually a torture, these concerts back then. That's why we only did one tour, in 1975 ("Autobahn"), then for years almost nothing and in 1981 ("Computerwelt"), when we did another tour, we also used many tapes in addition to my analog sequencer, because our music was actually not playable live at that time.

Hauke Schlichting: The live DVD you’re releasing now gives the illusion that it is the complete recording of one concert. If you take a closer look, you will see that it has been put together from many concerts. Was there no concert that was great from front to back?

Ralf Hütter: We recorded and documented everything. We then selected the recordings based on quality and intensity. That was then put together. That is also our concept of electronic mobility. "Tour de France" should definitely be from Paris, "Autobahn" from Berlin, "Dentaku/calculator" from Tokyo. We had a lot more material available later, but we couldn't put that in. In Santiago de Chile, for example, the audience has the best timing in the world when clapping along. I've never experienced anything that synchronous before.

Hauke Schlichting: When Kraftwerk is in the studio, do you sometimes make music just for fun, just playing around a bit?

Ralf Hütter: We once said that the music composes itself.

Hauke Schlichting: That means constant trying out and jamming around?

Ralf Hütter: That's where we actually come from, we've been doing that since the late sixties. For more than a third of a century we've been walking on the same electronic path. We just try to be open for ideas. They come when you cycle, like “Tour de France”, they come when you drive, like “Autobahn”. Some things also arise from texts, from books, from all kinds of things. We use all mental ideas, we do not work according to one principle. The freedom lies precisely in the fact that all art forms are open to you today. It is a gift that we live in a time where you don't need a large orchestra and where you don't need a nobleman who puts gold ducats at your disposal. Now there is an autonomy that can be realized through the man-machine Kraftwerk.

Hauke Schlichting: Your studio seems a bit like a fortress against the outside world. But you have emphasized several times that you are not isolated at all, that you meet a lot of friends and actually lead a very normal life. But we know relatively little about that. Does that mean that private life is the super important compensation for an artist's life?

Ralf Hütter: No, we see ourselves as scientists, as music workers. We do our work, we drink a cup of coffee in the morning, on weekends we ride our bikes. We go to clubs because the lively scene of electronic music is important to us. And that's where it takes place. We have been connected to club culture since the sixties.

Hauke Schlichting: Does that mean that you now travel more often or specifically to performances by live artists or DJs?

Ralf Hütter: Mostly that happens when we are on the road. If the travel plan allows it, because otherwise it can happen that you can't concentrate at concerts in the evening due to lack of sleep. Working at the screen, with the mouse, they’re very fine movements. Minimal movements with maximum effect on sound and images. Again a mental reference to this work "minimum-maximum".

Hauke Schlichting: Can you imagine working with other musicians?

Ralf Hütter: We already worked together with different musicians, especially with music engineers. For example with François K, with William Orbit, with Etienne de Crécy, with Orbital, with Underground Resistance.

Hauke Schlichting: The revision of your back catalogue is now finished...

Ralf Hütter: Yes, finally. It is also about clarity and now for the first time everything is as it was intended.

Hauke Schlichting: Can you release more albums in the future that way?

Ralf Hütter: Yes, also because the technical development has changed in our favour. We now have the right tools at our disposal, so we don't have to spend so much time on wiring and installation.

Hauke Schlichting: The teen newspaper Bravo quoted you in 1975 with the sentence: "One day they will imitate our music. Could you have imagined back then that this would really happen?

Ralf Hütter: Yes, we thought so at that time. We played the album to them in my old Volkswagen. We had a big loudspeaker in the back, we didn't have the kind of equipment we have today. And then my friend Florian and I drove on the motorway with our poet and painter friend Emil and Bravo. At the beginning of the seventies our music was mostly only played in special radio programmes, e.g. by Winfried Trenkler. Before "Autobahn", Kraftwerk only existed in this art and student scene. And then live, we come from this live music scene. That we now play electronic music all over the world again is something where the circle closes. Now it takes on the shape we imagined in our imagination at the time.

Hauke Schlichting: Thirty years ago you also said: "In twenty years, in our opinion, there will hardly be any groups with guitars and drums any more. For us these instruments belong to the past already today."

Ralf Hütter: Right.

Hauke Schlichting: But that didn't quite come true.

Ralf Hütter: There are many antiques. But that is still true. There are also still symphony orchestras. In our opinion, the thoughts or essence of the present can only be realized with adequate means.

Hauke Schlichting: You have very few concrete political statements in your music...

Ralf Hütter: Rather socio-political, from our everyday life.

Hauke Schlichting: You only find a concrete one in the new version of "Radioactivity".

Ralf Hütter: Yes, we inserted that because there were endless misunderstandings. We simply wanted to clarify these misunderstandings with one word ("Stop").

Hauke Schlichting: Because of the last album the topic of cycling was once again massively brought into the picture...

Ralf Hütter: I had written this lyrics in 1983 with my French friend Maxime Schmidt. Florian was experimenting with sounds at the same time with his first sampler. This resulted in the album concept "Tour de France". At that time we released only that one single under time pressure and then the ideas fell a bit into oblivion. However, this practically slumbered as a film script in a long version in the studio under the heading unfinished projects. And we just finished that now.

Hauke Schlichting: You have been active as cyclists for a very long time...

Ralf Hütter: Yes, since "Mensch-Maschine". The concept of "man-machine" has brought an awareness, from the pure sound field of music a dynamic physicality man-machine has conclusively emerged. We tried that out and the fascination has remained.

Hauke Schlichting: The unity of man and bicycle is still the man-machine.

Ralf Hütter: That's how it is.

Hauke Schlichting: The man-machine motif has always been a dream of mankind. It already existed with the Greeks, it played a major role with the alchemists, in E.T.A. Hoffmann's "Sandman", in the film "Metropolis" - there are countless examples.

Ralf Hütter: That had become reality for us. There was often the misunderstanding of the machine-man, but we were always concerned with man-machines. We are interactively connected with the machines, that has remained so until today, that is actually a synonym for Kraftwerk.

Hauke Schlichting: Was Kurt Schwitters' "Schmidt-Lied" from 1927 the model for the album "Radioaktivität"?

Ralf Hütter: I've never heard it.

Hauke Schlichting: May I quote from it?

Ralf Hütter: Yes, of course!

Hauke Schlichting: "Und wenn die Welten untergehn, / so bleibt die Welle doch bestehn. / Das Radio erzählt euch allen, / was immer neues vorgefallen. / Und funk ich hier ins Mikrofon, / hört man im Weltall jeden Ton. / Und bis in die Unendlichkeit, / erfährt man jede Neuigkeit. / Wir funken bis zum Untergang / ins Weltall kilometerlang." ("And if the worlds go under, / the wave will still exist. / The radio tells you all, / whatever new happened. / And if I radio here into the microphone, / you can hear every sound in space. / And to infinity, / you'll hear every news. / We'll radio until the end / to space for miles and miles."

Ralf Hütter: A spiritual bond!

Hauke Schlichting: It only remains for me to say that we all hope not to have to wait that long and we are looking forward to new material. You will be turning sixty next year, I hope that Kraftwerk will continue to produce music for a very long time and present it live. But if you've been cycling for 25 or 30 years, like you do, then you should probably be fit.

Ralf Hütter: Yes, we are.

Hauke Schlichting: Wonderful, good luck for the future and thank you very much.

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zwiezraczek · 4 years ago

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Nice To Meet You - Chapter 1

Niall Horan x Sydney (oc)

PROLOGUE - CHAPTER 1: Lights Up

SUMMARY: Sydney knew that this job was something else for her, that it wouldn’t be as simple as it used to be with other celebrities. But she was ready to face it, and to face love too...

WORDS: 3.5k

NOTE: Okay, I love developing relationships and I’m probably into developing first a relationship between Sydney and Harry while only hinting something with Niall for the moment(even if I think that my hints are like PRETTY MUCH OBVIOUS but hey). Perrie’s introduction was like... Complicated. Because I wanted her to be supportive of Sydney, while knowing that she couldn’t fully trust her so yes... Ambiguous Perrie. But she’s love. I hope you’ll enjoy this chapter! 💕

DISCLAIMER: This story is all fiction and fun, I respect all the boys and this is just a piece of fiction out of my mind, all the relationships and events thay will be portrayed are fake (I mean, in the way I put them) and I know it. I don't want to harm anyone with this either so enjoy this writing or if it makes you uncomfortable I just not recommend you to read it. Love and peace and kindness to all of you 💕

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Sydney was nervous and tense. She could sense some shivers down her spine as she was sitting in the hallway waiting for Harry's manager to come out. Signing the papers was the first stage of their relationship, getting along was another, but it was the first time for her being introduced to his bandmates as what she actually was. A comedian playing a role, nothing else. Usually her clients were more keen on faking the relationship only between her and them, not sharing with anyone what truly linked them and why they were together. It was always easier for everybody once they had to split after a longer moment, but here it was a requirement of his management and Sydney couldn't refuse what they wanted. They were paying her on her terms and that was the least she could do in this very tricky situation.

She wasn't nervous because they were huge superstars, loved and supported by millions, but because they were five friends seeming to love and care for each other. She had studied them, one by one after she had signed the contract for good. She had looked them up on instagram, they all had nice feeds to look at and seemed to be pretty funny, and protective of each other on twitter. She saw the wars that had once occurred with another boyband, she saw the love poured on them and the love they poured on each other. She saw the videos too and saw how happy they looked around each other, and how clingy they all were. Especially Harry, being the youngest of the group he seemed to be protected by others at the very beginning, then the tendency shifted on Niall. Niall, the Irish one, with his endless laughs and a smile going on forever. He seemed to have the ability to laugh for everything and anything, and most of the time when Sydney watched the videos she found herself laughing with him under her blanket while the boys were joking during interviews. They were all nice, but would they be nice to her?

“Mrs.Sydney,” a man asked and she looked up from behind her sunglasses with a little smile.

“Yes it is me,” she replied and the man invited her in the room.

She stood up, arranged her large bottle green sweater and entered confidently in the room, or faking the confidence that was leaving her body when she met all five of them. When she first put her eyes on the band, they looked as if they came straight from the cover of a magazine. All their eyes were on her, severe and cold. She felt shivers again. She was absolutely impressed by the men standing in front of her, and she truly believed that whatever she would do would be held against her. Harry stood in the middle, surrounded by, on his left, Zayn and Louis, and on his right, Liam and Niall. She felt like an intruder, and it was the first time she felt that way. Everytime she met her client it was in an intimate space where they could talk about everything and anything about their relationship, it was always away from their surroundings. But here, it was different and she thought she was ready, but she really wasn't. They were facing her, with their grave looks and their crossed arms – only Niall had his hands behind his back – and Harry stood right in the middle, like a child protected by his brothers. Sydney felt small and meaningless for a moment.

“So, boys this is Sydney,” the man that entered right after her said in a happy tone and the boys seemed to cringe a bit. They were uncomfortable, maybe as much as Sydney was, but at least they had each other. “She'll be around Harry for a moment, she's a professional.”

“Yeah, just like the ones before,” Louis said and the violence of his tone made Sydney feel a bit guilty, something she refused to be for a long time. But something about his voice obliged her to yield to the force of guilt.

“It happens sometimes Louis,” their manager said and brushed off the subject. “I'm introducing her to you so you know who this amazing lady is when she'll be around, and so you won't be surprised.” Sydney could see Liam roll his eyes as the man spoke. “So, Sydney, from left to right, Niall, Liam, Zayn and Louis, they are lovely lads really.” Louis coughed really loudly just after the man spoke. Will be nice, she thought.

“Nice to meet you all, I know it isn't common or may seem a little bit off but I'm very excited about working with you. I'm happy to be able to help.”

“Yes, the other one said the same thing too,” Louis whispered and his voice was immediately covered by Liam's.

“We're glad to have you here,” he said and Zayn nodded calmly while putting his arm around Louis' shoulders.

“Great great,” the manager said while clapping his hands and Sydney just thanked him internally because it was becoming very awkward for the six of them. “Now, all we need is to settle a version for our lovebirds' encounter,” he said and invited the boys and Sydney to sit on the sofa and the chairs that were disposed in the room.

Happily, the man exposed to all of them his story for the fresh and cute couple while Sydney sat far from Harry, who was still shielded by his friends. They saw her as a threat, and all she could have been asking herself was who hurt this man so badly. All Sydney knew was that she didn't want to be part of the team his friends were protecting him from. However, she carefully listened to their little made up love story that looked like a bad scenario from a romantic comedy, but they were her clients so she had nothing else to say. They met at a party and Harry texted her, they met afterwards and now they were a thing. All details were left to them to confirm and to work on, but the core of the story sounded as fake as it should. Sydney almost sighed, and caught Niall looking at her for a moment, but as soon as she laid her eyes on him, he looked at Harry. Sydney was about to lose it all, working in such an environment was about to not be as fun as she predicted it.

Being put under the spotlight that soon wasn't what she had expected in the very first place. She knew that her first appearance in Harry's life had to be big, but not that big. Not at a charity concert, not while being surrounded by this many people looking at her as if she was a complete stranger, without any proper introduction. This was probably the most stressful situation she has ever been put in during her small career, usually her clients were almost clinging on to her and showing her off to any living soul that wanted to hear about their little story and their new, loving and caring relationship. But Harry ran away as soon as she arrived, talking about some rehearsing. But he greeted her, which was already a big win on her side. He has been avoiding her for the past few days, and Sydney began to ask herself if she wasn't in a fake relationship with not him but his manager.

So Sydney wandered around, as close to the boys' fitting room as she could, looking as excited as she could and was, and somebody asked her what she was doing there and then she could pull out the Harry Styles card by asking them that she looked out for him and that she was a... Friend of his. The man didn't paid too much attention it seemed because he told her that One Direction were rehearsing right now and showed her how she could get to the stage where all the magic was happening. And with great enthusiasm, Sydney made her way through the hallways in order to see them sing. From afar, she heard some verse to “Story Of My Life”. She would lie if she said that song didn't move her even a little. The evolution they had gone through during the past four years was really awesome, going from singing teenage bangers to ballad-like sounds which really were pleasant to Sydney's ears. Their voices were truly beautiful and soft, carrying all the emotion the song needed to touch one's heart. And Sydney found herself drifting away, as she leaned on the barrier right in front of her, looking up at the boys singing and rehearsing their movements. When she finally settled down for a moment, it was Louis' turn to sing, his eyes closed, focused on the words he was about to say, and Harry right next to him with a faint smile on his face. His blue eyes were looking at Louis, with a kind of fondness she didn't see earlier, not in person at least. And when she began to question this fondness, a hand was put on her shoulder, making her turn around.

“You're Sydney, right,” a girl right behind her asked and Sydney saw Perrie Edwards, Zayn's girlfriend. She wasn't ready for this meeting, not at all, but she should have been. She just nodded shyly. “Nice to meet you, I'm Perrie, Zayn's girlfriend!”

“Nice to meet you,” she replied as Perrie shook her hand with the brightest smile ever, “I'm Harry's friend,” she stuttered as she didn't know how she should introduce herself for the moment, even to Harry's surroundings.

“Oh yes, the one Zayn talked to me about the other day,” she casually said and hugged her, with her chin resting on Sydney's shoulder to whisper: “I know, I'm aware of the situation. Don't worry, I'm not telling anyone.”

Sydney felt an adrenaline rush in her veins. This job was about to be the death of her. Perrie's smile reappeared in front of her, sunny and adorable. She knew that the boys knew, but she wasn't aware of the fact that their girlfriends could also know, and that began to become a bit problematic for her job. Maybe even a little more than problematic because the more people knew the less the secret was kept, statistics said so. And Sydney hated statistics for a reason. She just smiled awkwardly and Perrie took her by the hand, a genuine expression on her face.

“I'm going to show you around a bit, I know the place pretty much because I performed here, so at least you won't bore yourself to death out here while the boys are rehearsing.”

Sydney didn't really know what to do as she was dragged on an adventure on her own, with one of her fake boyfriend's bandmates, aware of the whole situation. She asked herself if Perrie was a good actress of genuinely a nice person because of the way she acted with her while knowing who she really was. Especially after seeing the boys' reaction to her irruption in Harry's life. Which was truly understandable, Sydney couldn't deny that. But Perrie seemed to sincerely show her around, joking about some places and even talking about her band, Little Mix, as if she had known Sydney for a long time. Was she playing around in order to give the people around some suspicion about her and why she was there as Harry's “friend”? If she was, Perrie had a beautiful career in hiding secrets and making things believable to the public eye, for a mere second Sydney thought what it would be like to be her stunt because it seemed to be a perfect person to hang out around during trying times like these. They shared some laughs, fake or not Sydney couldn't really tell, and talked about things and other and to be quite frank, Sydney felt comfortable around her, and maybe a bit bolder than intended because she dared to ask her questions about the relationship she was in. Something she refused to do for a long time, usually because nobody around knew, but if Perrie was just playing along, even if she was only in Harry's team, she would help her at least a little, just as she was helping here right at the moment.

“Perrie,” Sydney almost whispered, looking around in order to see if they were in a safe space and indeed the room they were in seemed to be that kind of place, “how... Well, how should I handle all of this?” Perrie immediately closed the door, inspecting if anyone was there and then she nodded to her to continue. “I mean, this is the first time so many people know what I'm doing, I mean so many people around the concerned person. And this is making the things difficult for me because... I try to be friends with him, or at least to make it pleasant and to not annoy him more than this situation is.”

“Well,” she sighed and leaned on the door behind her, “the boys really do love each other, and they won't let you approach Harry more than you should.”

“And this is what makes things difficult,” Sydney said and Perrie looked a little confused, “I know my boundaries, but I just don't want all of this to be painful for him, not to be just a 'girlfriend to show off' but to make him feel comfortable around me, something the guys are preventing me from.”

“You care a lot about him, don't you?”

“I care about him being comfortable, nothing more. It's my job to help him out from a difficult situation I'm not aware of, and I need to be able to not make a difficult time out of being his girlfriend like this. I want Harry to be happy, or at least to forget that it's all fake and just have fun while being with me, as platonically as possible, but as romantically as possible for the press.”

“You're the first one of his stunts to ask me how to make him feel happy and not 'what it is like to date a guy from One Direction',” Perrie admitted and walked towards Sydney and put her hands on her shoulders. “It's very nice, you're lovely. I'm going to talk with Zayn about it, and I'll keep in touch with you, alright love?”

She was playing along for the full time, Sydney thought but now she was seeing the true Perrie. At least, a little bit of her true self. She couldn't really tell if she was as open as she was at that very moment, but she knew that Perrie could think that she was faking it all, because they were other stunts, other girls around probably making it difficult for Harry apparently. It touched her to know that she was the first one to ask about him, and how to make the things the less awkward possible around him, and not only to want attention. It also made her sad thinking that other stunts weren't as considerate as she was, at least not the ones that Harry had known.

“Thank you Perrie,” Sydney whispered. It was the first time she could ask for help with her client, without feeling guilty, without feeling like cheating. And even if Perrie was doing it for the sole purpose of serving Harry's interest, it was nice that she was willing to help Sydney out.

“Thank you for caring for the boys' well being Sydney. Now,” she said and quickly took her phone out her jeans pocket, “I'm following you on instagram so we can keep in touch for all these things and how the discussion went with Zayn. Take this and type your username.” As soon as she got Perrie's phone, she did as asked and gave it back to her. “Now, we need to go and have fun at the concert because you need to see what being a Directionner is like!”

She took Sydney by the hand again, and rushed her trough the hallways. At that very moment, Sydney knew that Perrie wasn't totally playing along.

When the lights went down, and she stood in the vip section during the concert, she could feel many eyes on her as Perrie held her by the waist and danced with her with a smile. What was even more surreal was hearing the fans behind them – Sydney didn't dare to watch all these persons crying and singing along. She felt the energy of the whole room being poured on her, the music, the artists, everything and even more. She let herself go a bit, enjoying the moment until One Direction's appearance on stage. They were properly introduced by the host, and the hall went silent after a ton of applause. She held her breath against her will for a moment, and then, the light illuminated the group. Harry stood at the very front, slowly making his way towards the edge of the scene, she noticed that he was shaking a bit. He was tense, and his jaw clenched until he began to sing. ��Written on these walls are the stories that I can't explain” and then, he locked his blue eyes with hers for a mere second. Sydney couldn't really tell what all of this meant, but he winked at her. Almost secretly, but she was sure that the camera caught it, as well as her face while he did it: a total surprise as Perrie was swaying with her. Sydney was taken aback by this gesture, and Harry didn't seem to mind as he continued singing without even flinching. The circle of the boys moved, allowing Liam to be the one standing in front of the audience as Harry moved on the left. While being kept captive of this sudden change of attitude, she however managed to enjoy their performance. Perrie decided to stand next to her after a while, and Sydney could look at her and her loving looks when Zayn walked by, with a smile for her. They truly seemed deeply in love. From time to time, Sydney saw Louis smiling at Harry, for a mere second before looking at the audience again. His smile was bright and radiant, and so caring. But Sydney was mostly captivated by Harry himself and Niall. He had something special that didn't allow one to avoid his smile, his face and his blond hair. Syney's eyes were bouncing from Harry to Niall and from Niall to Harry, sometimes passing by Louis's smile. The atmosphere was magical.

And once they were done, Perrie grabbed Sydney by the hand in order to take her backstage to see the boys. With all of this rush, Sydney was glad to have someone by her side in order to guide her in the halls and through this hectic place. When they arrived, it was the time of the group hug and Sydney witnessed this magical moment with her own eyes. Harry, the tallest, was wrapping them with his long arms, holding tight onto Louis's sweater as the other boys were hugging each other too. And, while Harry's expression was the most relaxed Sydney has ever seen while being this close to him, he noticed her and immediately stopped the hug. And she felt like an intruder again.

“Guys, you were fantastic,” Perrie said with her enthusiastic smile and Zayn looked at her fondly.

“Thank you Pez,” he replied.

“Yes, it was a great performance I loved it,” Sydney said with a confident smile while still standing next to Perrie, whose hand was now held by Zayn's. She truly was an intruder.

“Great to hear,” Niall replied and his smile almost blinded her, so much joy.

“Happy to hear that, dear,” Harry said right after looking at his manager who stood right on his left. “It really means a lot to me to know that you liked it.”

She didn't feel like pushing the conversation further, because now she could sense how uncomfortable Harry was while speaking with her, even if she was standing there, still, not trying to hug him or to force anything. She could have, but she knew that all of this would be useless. Instead, she smiled and blushed as he said that. She wanted to seem cute, nothing more. She couldn't be clingy with him, not until they would become more comfortable around each other, and even the looks from his manager wouldn't make her do the move. She was the professional, he said it himself, and they had to cope with her ways of working if they wanted this relationship to work well and to be believable. And Harry smiled. It was probably the most genuine smile she had received from him since the very beginning.

#one direction #niall horan #niall horan x ofc #harry styles #zayn malik #liam payne #louis tomlinson #perrie edwards #pr stunt au

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lesbicattiva · 5 years ago

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araki’s interview at luccacomics&games 2019 part two.

loose & imperfect transcript / translation of araki first interview (30th oct 2PM) at lucca comics & games 2019 at teatro del giglio about his main work: jojo’s bizarre adventures. (talk show translated from italian to english 2/5).

A: Good evening. Q: Good evening. Since we’re here to talk about it, I’d like to ask: how was JOJO’s Bizarre Adventure born? A: [ignores the question just to properly repeat ‘good evening’ again and then point at cosplayers] I think I recognize that character! Maybe I saw it on japanese tv! Q: [stammers] Uh.... my question? A: Oh right [laughs]. The idea of JOJO came because I wanted to draw characters with superpowers that can’t be seen. I wanted to draw that and shape those powers on paper. I did it on shōnen jump, where I debuted, and just tried to pick a name that could be easily remembered, something like with a double J and a double O.

Q: Continuing with the foundations of JOJO, as I was saying earlier, there’s a common theme in this year’s lucca comics and JOJO; the focus on ‘humanity’, its tight bond with ‘fate’ and the ‘immortality of the human spirit’. I’d like to know why these themes have been chosen and why you like them so much. A: Actually, it’s because I’ve been told to draw something like this, and so I did it [editor of JOJO laughs]. But only after drawing it I realized that “wow, I drew something really interesting!” a theme so deep such as ‘admiration for human beings’ and so on. It’s really a serious thing [him, the translator and the two editors laugh] but yeah, I only realized it later because at first I’d just been told to draw [head-editor of ultra jump speaks to araki and he nods]. Well, yes, actually this was the short version of the story, the longer one is that I actually wanted to draw the theme of the ‘affirmation of humans’, of ‘not rejecting your humanity’. And because of this there are ‘good’ characters, which are obviously appreciated, but even ‘evil’ characters have something that can be appreciated since they are human beings. And this was more or less the idea for JOJO’s theme. I gave a bit of a superficial answer at first but now it’s a good answer, isn’t it? [everyone laughs]

Q: Let’s remain on the theme of fate, of destiny, of how we humans are destined, or damned, if you will, to follow a certain path. In JOJO there isn't just the protagonists’ family, which moves from location to location, but there’s also another family.... the Zeppeli [audience laughs]. It’s good to see you guys taking it that way because they really.... don’t. Since, as you can hear, I’m from Napoli, I’m rather curious if their fate will always be the same or if they’ll be able to take control of it someday. A: I don’t mean to ‘persecute’ them, but they are complementary to the Joestar family. Them ending up dying serves to complete the flow of the story and to facilitate the path of the Joestars. Q: But do you see a possibility for them in the future.... I really care about them, you see. A: I’m glad that you’re a big fan of the Zeppeli as I am. But I think that the beauty of their family is in the very fact that, yes they will die, but they will also pass on those values and positive qualities through their deaths. The very act of dying for them allows that. Don’t you think too? Q: Yes. I too.... can’t wait to die. [audience laughs and so does araki, but he’s still a little concerned]

Q: In JOJO, compared to other mangas where characters fight, you made a precise choice; that is, the absence of a direct clash. You opted for a more studied, strategic way of fighting, almost like a chess match. And the cornerstones of that are stands. How do you manage to always find new powers and tactics? A: Having new ideas is my job. I get inspired by many things, especially during my everyday life: when I meet my friends or I see them do particular gestures, when I talk with my old neighbour or when I drink a glass of water and some gets stuck in my throat; then I think “hey! I could make a stand power out of that!”. Basically, I think observing little details is essential to my creative process.

Q: Many of the stories of JOJO are real travel diaries, since a huge variety of settings is present. How much the setting influences the writing and how fundamental is it? Do you start from there to create the story or is it just a plus? A: I was very inspired by the small trips I did when young. As a kid I would bike to various places, I’d climb up mountains, go around other cities.... This travelling process helped me a lot in my growth – from kid to adult, so for me the philosophy of a journey is very important because it allows the characters who partake in it to evolve and become adults, from the beginning to the end of the journey. As for the other part of the question, thinking about the creative process of the manga for more contained locations.... For example, if you stopped to camp during a trip and encountered one of your fears, you would have to face it directly. But I asked myself what would happen if that fear, that enemy, is the one hiding instead; maybe even in the apartment next to you. From this idea the setting of Morio-cho was born, to have an invisible enemy, a peaceful person who just waits silently somewhere in the background. This has been a different challenge compared to what I previously tackled regarding the process of a journey.

Q: Speaking of Morio-cho, would you like to live in this town you created? A: Yes. I’ve answered your question right away because it’s based on the town where I grew up, near Sendai, it was full of weird people [audience laughs] – well, they were all good people but [laughs a bit] still some were weird. Q: I see. I’m sure there were some Zeppelis there as well.

Q: Again, speaking of the creative process, it’s common knowledge that you listen to a lot of music while working. It’s also an interesting concept, since rhythm is essential to storytelling. How much music, and what type, influences your work? A: What influences me the most is the rhythm, and you can probably see it in the onomatopoeias that I use, which can go like [makes an index gesture] ‘tan-tan-pa’. They are all different types of rhythms that I listen to while writing, this of course influences my creative process as well.

Q: Okay. This is my last question, then I’ll leave the rest to fans. What will the future of JOJO be? A: I don’t know [laughs]. (note: translator suggests he might know but doesn’t want to reveal anything) Actually, I had a good idea of the beginning and a relatively clear idea of the end, but everything else in between is like a jazz concert: it’s a very spontaneous and in the moment creative process. But yes, the ending is pretty definite to me.

F: Hi. As we were saying, you are often inspired by ordinary things: your travels, your childhood, music.... In Diamond Is Unbreakable there's a stand called Bad Company and I remember seeing something similar in a Stephen King's story. I'd like to know if you took inspiration from that and if you like horror movies in general, and if they influence you in any way. (note: people say this guy was rude) A: No, I didn't know there was a story like that. But yes, I do like Stephen King. I enjoyed The Twilight Zone and I'm definitely influenced by horror for my work but I prefer movies like Chucky or Child's Play. I really love horror movies though.

F: Hi. I read online that the ending and opening songs for the anime are personally chosen by you. I'd like to know if there's an italian song that you like and maybe would use as an ending for the anime. A: An italian song? Mhh. I really like PFM. Was it Premiata? Premiata? [audience claps loudly and araki smiles] Premiata Forneria Marconi, that's it! I didn't decide it just now, I really do like it! [laughs] I also love Puccini's opera.

F: Hello. We know that clothes are one of the main characteristics of JOJO and that many are also inspired by famous brands, I'd like to know, then, what's the creative process behind the creation of those outfits. A: A thing that all of my clothes have in common is that they are comfortable and facilitate movement. In particular, for the protagonists, I always base myself on the model of a classic japanese student uniform, on which I then add other features, like ladybugs brooches or more fancy accessories. But the start is always the school uniform. When I was young I really liked “Babil Junior”, a manga where the protagonist wears a school uniform while in the desert. I found that truly beautiful and it inspired me a lot. To be able to draw these characters in school uniforms and have them go around desolate locations.... It really touched me and even made me cry a bit.

Q: While I search for the next person can I ask another quick question of my own? If you could choose your stand, what would it be? A: Judging by the weather here in Lucca, which has been pretty gloomy today, I’d say that I’d like the stand power of a ‘hare-otoko’ / 晴れ男 (lit. a man that brings good weather). In fact, forecasts said that it would rain a lot today, but since I’m here, thanks to me, there’s good weather [laughs]. (note: believe it or not, it always rains during lucca comics, but for the hours that araki was there, the weather was good. as soon as he finished his talk show, it started raining heavily. he really has a powerful stand.)

F: Hi. A straightforward question: since today's theme is ‘becoming human’ don't you think that Diavolo's punishment was a bit too much? (note: people say this guy was also rude) A: Oh, sorry, you don’t like his punishment? [laughs] I think he was such an evil character that he deserved to end like that. I’ve been told that his death was too harsh by japanese fans as well, however.... I think it was fitting for someone as evil as him. Sorry.

Q: Since time is almost up, allow me to ask the last questions. Is there a character that you think looks like you or just one that you can easily identify with? A: Rohan— [audience interrupts him by cheering loudly] NO NO NO [araki and the translator laugh]. I was saying that Rohan is who I aspire to be but it’s not who I am, sorry [araki and the translator laugh again]. There isn’t a character that I can really identify with but my favourite is Shigechi. [audience is kinda surprised] I like it when he collects the money that fell on the ground.

Q: Looking in hindsight at the work you’ve done on JOJO so far, is there any anecdotes that you’d like to share with us here today? A: I don’t know if it’s interesting but when I was writing for weekly shōnen jump the deadline was set to 19 pages of work each week. But every single time I just couldn’t limit myself to only 19 and always ended up doing 21. Like this, 2 pages were always going to be cut out. They wouldn’t even go in the next chapter because they were part of the current one and thus had to be cut out completely. Currently I’m very satisfied because I have 45 pages to work with in ultra jump. Although, actually, maybe now they’re a bit too many [everyone laughs].

Q: The last thing that I’ll ask you before saying goodbye is: if you could go back to the very first day in which you sat down at your desk and started working on JOJO, is there something that you would do differently? A: I would change the printing mistakes, for example ‘nani o suru da’ / 何をするだァーッ would often be written incorrectly as ‘nani o surun da’ / 何をするんだァーッ (where んだ got added) [laughs and jokingly blames the editor of JOJO, who takes responsibility. even though the editor wasn’t able to correct them at the time he still feels it was his responsibility nonetheless]. But yes, in the end, I would change little things like this, because in the first volumes there were many mistakes like this.

#hirohiko araki #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #JOJO #hirohiko araki interview #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jojo interview #luccacomics #luccacomics&games #luccacomics&games2019 #luccacg19 #lucca #jojo translation #my stuff

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rhaellatully · 5 years ago

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Strings’n’Drums Chapter 10 (Fanfiction)

AO3:https://archiveofourown.org/works/13991202/chapters/58549480

FF.net:https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12814422/10/Strings-n-Drums

Summury: AU. In 1969, Lucy runs from home and becomes a journalist for the magazin Strings'n'Drums, this will lead the young shy girl in the world of rock music, to meet the colorfull caracters that populates it. In between running from her father and living new experience Lucy will make friends, gorw into an adult and maybe have some romance. Will include Nalu and mentions of other parings

Chapter 1:https://rhaellatully.tumblr.com/post/170156396003/stringsndrums-fanficition

Chapter 9:https://rhaellatully.tumblr.com/post/190235367348/stringsndrums-chapter-9-fanfiction

“So, are you guys okay?”

“I don’t know, one minute we are, the next we’re fighting”

Lucy wasn’t surprised by this, to be honest, she had a hard time thinking that anyone would have a relationship different with Gajeel Redfox, excepted, perhaps, Juvia Locser.

“Did you tell him?” she asked

Levy looked down at her shoes and muttered “No”.

Lucy didn’t answer, she was still unsure of how she felt toward the idea of a relationship between Levy and that man. Levy seemed to really desire it but Lucy worried that this relationship might end in tears. Perhaps the fact that they fought so often was a sign that they weren’t went to be, but would Levy see it?

Lucy looked at the stage with anticipation. Any moment now Rust would be coming on stage. Lucy had her appreciation for their music and was very curious as to what they would sound like live. She had to focus on that and not the eventual relationship between her closest friend and the lead singer.

“They’re doing the final test on stage,” said Levy while looking at the stage, “I have to go.”

She went away to make her way across the barrier that separated the audience from the stage. Lucy waved at her and friend waved back before getting ready to do her job. There, only the photographs and members of staff could stand. They weren’t so many, like one could have seen at the other concerts. The crowd was also different. It was smaller than the other she had seen at the festival and much more heteroclite. Where you would have found generally one type of people at other concert, here you had all kinds, punks, hippies, teddy boys, beat and many others.

A great shout emanated from the crowd; Lucy didn’t need to look at the stage to know that Rust had made its appearance. There were cheers and claps as each members of the group picked up their instrument. In the middle of stage, with the second guitarist to his left and Juvia Locser to his right, stood Gajeel Redfox. He had his guitar in his hand and the mike against his mouth; he shouted into it “Shut the fuck up!”

The crowd laugh and clapped harder. Lucy didn’t know if that meant that they thought it was a joke or liked the fact that he talked to them that way, either way she didn’t join in. From where she stood, she could see Gajeel Redfox rolling his eyes, and she was half temped to join him.

He gave a nod to Juvia Locser and the gritty sound of distorted instrument filled the air, causing the crowd to go crazier than Lucy had ever seen. The sound was raw, violent and passionate. Which left Lucy to wonder how could Juvia Locser stay this impassive when she was playing this? As usual her face showed no emotion, the movement of her body were striped to their minimum. Her armed moved to play the right cord, but where any other musician would let their body move with the rhythm, hers stayed put. She looked so mechanical. Lucy was impressed, even though she didn’t know what she was impressed by. Was she somewhat capable of playing songs full of passion while not having any other herself, or was she capable of letting her passion out in her music without it showing on her face? Lucy had the feeling that she could ask the woman about this over a hundred times and not get any answer.

While Juvia Locser’s performance was impressive, the same could be say of Gajeel Redfox’s, or to be more précises the performance he was sharing with Levy. As he was playing, she was taking picture, and since Juvia Locser wasn’t putting on any show the only one she had to photograph was him. As such she was following him around the stage. That, he didn’t seem to appreciate. The second he would notice her he would run to the other side of the stage. Levy would discreetly make her way there, wait for the right moment, maybe kneel or take a few steps back to get a better picture, and when her flash would light up his sight, Gajeel Redfox would see her and run again. It was impressive the way he managed to avoid her and still play his guitar and sing his song. It was also impressive how persevered she was to follow him.

Lucy watched their dance during the entire show. Gajeel Redfox didn’t miss one key, which made her wonder in what kind of condition he had played in the past. Maybe he had needed to run from woman during shows before. Or perhaps he had needed to dodge object thrown at him. That seemed to be the most likely option. The more she looked at Levy the more she wondered if she was going to get any good picture. She didn’t know what to think of it. To be honest it made her feel like she was watching children. By the end of the show Levy was breathing heavily, and Lucy could tell Gajeel Redfox was exhausted as well.

She and Levy met up not far from the stage, her friend of sipping out of a water bottle.

“Did you get any good shots?”

Levy nodded and said, “Yeah I’ve got a few, but dam he was being difficult.”

“I’ve noticed, I’m not sure how the audience felt about his moving around.”

She had noticed that there were much less people present at the end of show, that could have been because they didn’t want to be late to another show, but Lucy wasn’t so sure. There had been something different about their performance. Every key had been strung the way it was suppose too, everything had been normal. And yet, Lucy had the feeling that something was missing, though she couldn't place what.

She told Levy about it and her friend said that it been going on for sometimes.

“Gajeel says that they need new songs.”

Lucy nodded, yes, they had probably moved on from their old songs. She supposed that if they no longer wanted to play their song they were bound to feel off.

Levy moved toward the back stage entrance where she found Gajeel Redfox, from where she stood Lucy couldn’t exactly tell if they were arguing or playing around with each other. As she got closer, she heard Levy’s laugh and noticed that Gajeel Redfox’s face wasn’t as hard as when she last saw him.

A part of her wanted to stay where she was and let them have their conversation, but Nastu Dragneel’s show was starting soon and she didn’t want to miss it. So, she went up to Levy.

“Are you going to see Nastu?”, she asked.

Before Levy could answer Gajeel Redfox scoffed, “You’re going to see that clown?”

“He’s not a clown, his one of the best musicians of our time,” objected Levy.

“I’m not talking about his music. I’ve met the guy he’s a joke,” retorted Gajeel Redfox.

“He’s one of my oldest friends!”

“Then stay with him, if you like idiots!”

Levy sighed angrily, “Why do you always do that?”

“Do what?” he grunted, having clearly no idea what she was talking about.

“Speak badly of any friend I mention!”

Gajeel Redfox had a small laugh, he rolled his eyes. A weird smile appeared on his face and he said “Because your friends,” he spited that last word like insult “, aren’t worth shit!”

“Oh really! Is that the issues, or is it just that you don’t like me spending time with other men!”

He took a step back, “What?”

“Well yeah,” began Levy with her arms crossed over her chest, “you never speak that way of any of my girl friends, actually now that I think about it, you just talk that way of every men I mention!”

“Maybe it’s because every man you know are tools!”

Levy went on to argue back. There’s was lot of shouting and Lucy felt out of place. She thought that this all thing was none of her business and felt uncomfortable watching them. She, therefore, left to see Nastu Dragneel on her own.

She managed to get there before there was too much of crowd, as such she was able to stand merely a few steps away from the front row. I didn’t take long for Nastu Dragneel to make his apparition, which was followed by loud shouts throughout the crowd, Lucy couldn’t deny that she had been among the one shouting. She didn’t really know why she screamed, perhaps because everyone was shouting, or maybe because she wanted to give Nastu some kind of support, of perhaps she was simply happy to see him. No matter the reason he clearly was unable to distinguish her voice among so many others.

The music started and once again it transported her. With just a few keys it made all her worries disappear and she was able to enjoy the music, just the music. It had grabbed hold of her soul and she enjoyed every second of it.

It was only in the interspace in between the song that she noticed the three platinum blonds at the bottom of the stage. She wondered a moment if they were who she though, she could only see the back of their heads and they could very well have been just some people who had come from the north of Europe for the festival. But then on them turned their head to speak to the other and Lucy recognised the face of Mira Jane Strauss.

The Strauss were at the concert, it made sense, they knew Nastu and from what Levy had told her they were close. If she wanted to be introduced, all she had to do was take five or maybe six steps ahead of her. But would they care for her? Even if she used the fact that she was friend with Levy and knew Nastu it didn’t guaranty that they would talk to her. Perhaps they were taking some time off to enjoy a concert and didn’t want to be disturb. In that case they would react badly to her coming to them. It was probably better to stay put.

But interviewing them could be a goldmine, all the incredible artist they had work with, they were an insight on so many aspects of the industry. She could write the most interesting article with their insight, the kind of article that would make never be question again be her superior.

She took a step forward, but then the fear over took her, she stepped back and told herself that she’d goes to them later. After that song. Never mind, after this one. This one. Now.

She didn’t move and the concert ended.

She felt ashamed, she thought she had gotten past this, that she could go introduce herself to people without fear now. She didn’t know what had just happened. Perhaps it was because they were three people this time, or maybe it simply wasn’t her day. Still she was a journalist, if she didn’t get rid of this childish fear how could she ever hope to succeed?

She made her way miserably to the entrance of the backstage. A small part of her had hoped that the Strauss would be there, and that Nastu could do the introductions. They weren’t. She should stop relying on Nastu for these things anyway.

“Lucy!”, she heard the shouting voice of Nastu Dragneel, “Did you like the show?”

“Yeah, I had a great time.”

He came in front of her and looked at her questioningly, “Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yeah, what do you mean?” retorted Lucy.

“I don’t know, you seem… down, kinda.”

Lucy opened her mouth and closed it. How had he noticed? Was she really this obvious?

“It’s nothing”, she finally said.

“You sure?”

“Yeah”

“If you want we can-“

“Yo Nastu!” a raspy voice cut him.

They both turned around to see Cana Alberona making her way toward them.

“Move your ass! Gray’s concert is about to start!”

“Oh right, the bet”, he said.

“What bet?” asked Lucy.

“Gray- I mean John Fool and I made a bet to see who would get the most people at their live”

“Yeah” added Cana Alberona “and if we want to know who win we better get going.”

They started walking away and Lucy wondered what she should do. Before she could think about it, Nastu turned back and asked her “You’re not coming?”

She had wonder before, and while, making her way to the festival, whether she’d go see John Fool or Lee Richards, as they were both playing at the time. This made the decision for her.

They joined the crowed that was forming in front of the stage. “They were more people at mine”, said Nastu the second they got there.

Lucy looked around, she had a hard time telling, people were still coming in, and being inside a crowd doesn’t make you best placed to tell how many people are in it.

“I don’t know they are more coming,” said Cana Alberona, “I’ll go get us beers before it starts.”

And with that they were alone. Lucy glanced at Nastu, she had the feeling she should say something, but she had no idea what. Nastu was still looking around at the crowd trying to tell how many people were here. There was a determined look on his face. He looked like a boxer before the start of a match.

“Is this really so important?” she asked “I mean, it’s just a bet, right?”

Nastu looked at her in the eyes and said perfectly naturally “Yeah, but I wanna win.”

“Why? What are the stakes?”

Nastu seemed thoughtful, they had not set stakes, Lucy realised. There was nothing to win or lose, and yet he was taking it incredibly seriously. As a matter of fact, this was the most serious she had ever seen him behave. He had been casual during their interview, when he had introduced her to Erza, even when he was on stage, he didn’t seem very different than he was the rest of the time. All he had need was for someone to challenge him for it to change. She wondered what it was like to leave that way, to be lay back about everything, and to have an unmovable determination when in competition.

“To prove I’m better than him”, finally answered Nastu.

“Having more people at your live doesn’t makes you better, just more popular.”

Nastu chuckled, “Yeah that’s true, but you know Gray and I we have this kind of rivalry going on, so we do this kind of things sometime. I mean you and the other journalist don’t you try to prove your article the best, or something?”

“No, I don’t really talk much with my co-workers,” Lucy admitted.

“Why?” asked Nastu with a worried look on his face.

Lucy felt heat making its way to her cheeks, “I’m shy”, she explained, “plus I’m the only girl at work.”

“Seriously?”

“Well, my boss does have a secretary but besides her…”

“And you can’t be friend with man?”

“It’s not really friendship they’re interested in.”

“They’re idiot.”

This made Lucy smiled. She thought that if everyone was like Nastu the world would be much easier to navigate.

Cana Alberona came back handing each of them a beer.

Lucy’s hand immediately went to her purse, “How much do I owe you?” she asked.

“Nothing girl. Hey! Aren’t you the girl I met on the first day?”

“Yeah”

Lucy didn’t had time to elaborate, the music started. She had never seen John Fool in concert before, he seemed rather reserved. His eyes were on his guitar, only rarely darting toward the crowed. She couldn’t tell if he was concentrating on what he was playing, or just shy. She was leaning toward concentration, because she doubted that someone shy could have transmitted such row emotions. There was this sadness, this melancholia in his music, but there was also something like hope. Yes hope, much more palpable live than on his records.

At some point, she noticed that Natsu was taking in the crowed and trying to figure out if there were more people here than his live. Lucy almost laugh at this, but instead she started looking at the crowed as well. From her place she was incapable to tell if the crowed was bigger. What she did noticed though, was that Mira Jane and Lissana Stauss were in the crowed, not too far from them.

A second chance, she couldn’t miss it. She took a good sip of her beer, told Natsu she’d be right back and headed toward them.

She put her hand on Mira Jane Strauss shoulder and said “Excuse me, you’re Mira-Jane and Lissanna Strauss, right?”

“Yes” Mira-Jane Strauss answered with a kind smile.

“I’m sorry to bother you, my name is Lucy, I’m a journalist for Strings’n’Drums”

“Oh yeah I know that magazine” stated Lissanna “There was a great article about John Fool in it recently.”

“I’m the one who wrote it.”

“Really? Well done!”

“I was wondering if I could interview you, and your brother, not right now of course.”

“Sure”, answered Mira-Jane, “Let me give you my number so we can do this latter.”

She quickly wrote the number on a piece of paper she gave Lucy. Lucy stared at it, she had Mira-Jane Strauss personal number. Her heart was beating so fast, she needed to get back to Nastu.

“I won’t bother you any longer”, she said and started walking away.

“Wait”, Mira-Jane Strauss told her, “where did you get that dress?”

Lucy looked down at her dress, it was a short summer dress with a floral pattern of pink flowers on a bleu background, the pattern wasn’t exactly special but the colour had a wonderful contrast, and the cut of the dress fitted her like a glove.

“I got it from a small shop not far from my apartment, in London.”

“You’ll have to take us there, or else no interview.”

“Alright.”

What had just happened? She had gotten an interview with the Strauss and a shopping date? These girls were incredibly friendly. To think she was scared of talking to them a minute ago.

She went back to Nastu and Cana Alberona. The rest of the concert went smoothly. Each song was incredibly beautiful and the audience responded positively to each of them. But the second the concert ended, Nastu grabbed her arm and said “Come on, we have to go see Gray.”

They were walking in the opposite direction of the crowed, which made their movements difficult. As she was doing her best to make her way forward, she thought she saw Juvia Locser. The woman in question had the same face, the same long hair, and the way she was dressed would fit the musician. But she was smiling. Her smile was one of the brightest Lucy had ever seen. That couldn’t be the emotionless Juvia Locser, could it?

Lucy didn’t get much time to muse over the possibility, because as soon as they were in front of John Fool, Nastu started to shout.

“Gray, they were way more people at my show.”

“No way, they were more at mine.”

Nastu disagree and they went at each other so passionately that Lucy expected them to start frowning fits at each other’s. But thankfully they settled for shouting in the other’s face. Lucy didn’t know what to think of that scene. This were two of the greatest musicians of her time, and John Fool had seemed so calmed and composed when she had interviewed him. But at this moment they looked like a couple of children.

Finally, Nastu told John Fool, “Having more people at your concert doesn’t mean your better than me anyway, it just means you’re more popular.”

Lucy raise one eyebrow. Cana Alberona burst into laughter. And John Fool frowned.

“Since when are you mature?”

Nastu had a satisfied smile and he winked at Lucy.

She spent the rest of the evening with them. Lucy wasn’t the most vocal during the conversations but they didn’t seem to mind her remarks. Spending time with them, seeing them laugh, argue, and talk made realised that they were human. She knew they were of the same species as her, but she had always thought of them as something more, something she could never be: artists. She had always wanted to be a novelist, but she didn’t think she had what it took, that she was less than an artist. But artists, as she was discovering, were just like every one else. Did it meant she could be one, one day? She couldn’t say she was sure.

As the night started to fall, she decided it was time for her to head back. She said her goodbyes and Nastu insisted on walking her back.

They were walking on the street alone, it didn’t feel like a Rockstar taking a journalist home, it felt like two friends walking together. It was nice. She just didn’t understand why he was friend with her.

“You don’t have to this,” said Lucy.

“I know I want to.”

“Why?”

“You’re great, and I don’t get to see you often, so I’ve got to make the most of it.”

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taehyungiestummy · 5 years ago

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“This brings back such amazing memories,” Emily smiles as our boys begin their performance. “New York was an okay city for you, right?”

“Even if it wasn’t, I have moved passed my meltdown and all the sadness that befell me last year,” I twist around so I’m upside down on the couch. “This is about being close to the best boys in the world, and having a great time traveling.”

“Look at you, stronger than I have ever seen you. I’m so proud of how far you’ve come.”

“Yes, yes, I know. I’m no longer a scared little girl,” I focus my gaze on the TV that is playing the performance. “I am sad you have to leave in a few days.”

“Don’t worry about that now,” she shakes her head, patting my knee. “You’ll be fine anyways. Seven boys will be right with you the whole time.”

“Yeah, and I am madly in love with one of them.”

“It was fun to explore the city yesterday. Better than last year.”

“I actually had fun shopping,” I smile at how much fun the boys are having on stage.

“Oh, did you? What did you even get?”

“Books and some video games. Tae picked out some shirts he thought I would look adorable in. I helped Yoongi and Jimin get some albums.”

“You are such a nerd,” she chuckles.

“Geek, “I tap her with my sock-clad foot. “That’s the word.”

“Ah, my apologies then.”

“What did you get while shopping?” I giggle as Taehyung pulls a silly face.

“Mainly clothes,” Emily walks over to get a water from a container of ice. “Namjoon has amazing fashion sense. He helped me pick out some great outfits. Hoseok and Jin were fun to talk to as we walked around the mall.”

“It’s always nice to have lunch together,” I smile as Emily places an energy bar on my stomach. “So many great places to eat in the city. Made me happy that we decided on a sandwich place.”

“It was quite yummy,” she plops down next to me. “Are you excited for your dinner with Yoongi?”

“Of course,” I grab my energy bar, flipping around so I’m sitting up right. “I don’t know what he wants to talk about, but I love hanging out with my brother.”

“I’m sure some people will spread the rumor that you two are dating. Like they did very briefly last year.”

I roll my eyes, “People will say any stupid thing to try and break apart relationships. I’ve posted multiple pictures of Taehyung and me clearly showing we are dating. Then sibling-esque pictures of Yoongi and I.”

“Your Instagram is such a lovely account,” Emily leans into me.

“Thank you. I spent a long time making it look professional. Lots of nice comments. Hate deleted in an instant.”

“That’s good. Hate is just from scared people who are insecure. They want to take others happiness for no real reason.”

“I know. The boys get it too. It makes me so angry and sad. Tae sees it directed at me, and he can’t stand it. He loves me so much, and wants everyone who calls themselves ARMY to do the same.”

“They don’t have to love you, but if they are true supporters of the boys, they will accept their relationships. Just how it goes.”

“I understand their reasons for it. Not saying it’s oaky, but I can get why they would feel hurt. Some of them really loved Taehyung. They wanted to get with him, but I stopped that from ever happening. I don’t feel bad that I took him from any of them. I just get why they feel hurt and the need to be hurtful. It doesn’t hurt any less, but it helps to know how they are feeling.”

“I’m glad that I don’t have to deal with that. Even after the meet and greet, I am still hidden from most of the ARMY.”

“I’d say lucky, but I love having my relationship public. Tae and I can go on dates without worry, and hold hands in public without rumors spreading. We can kiss in public and see the pictures later, which is actually so cool and interesting to see. It was an accident that it happened, but I am so glad it did.”

We spend the rest of the concert in silence, watching our boys do what they love so much. Taking advantage of the drinks and snacks throughout the room.

“That was so awesome,” I jump out of my seat as the TV goes black.

“You’ll get sick of it eventually,” Emily chuckles. ��You will see it so many times.”

“Everyone is different though, and watching them have so much fun on stage, that will never get old.”

“I guess I can agree with that.” “Now come on,” I grab her wrist, pulling her towards the door. “We have some boys to go greet.”

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“How can you boys not be tired?” I giggle as I walk out of the hotel bathroom, looking around at Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung messing around.

“Don’t worry, we will be out soon,” Jungkook flops onto the bed he has to share with Jimin.

“Sure,” I chuckle. “I’m beat. I don’t know how you guys do it.”

“No, jagi,” Taehyung rushes over to me, placing his hands on the back of my thighs. “We were talking, and we want you to dance what you know for ‘Fire.’ I know you can do it,” he gives me thighs a squeeze.

“Tae,” I whine, feeling my cheeks heat up. “Always so touchy.”

Taehyung gives me a quick kiss before heading over to settle into our shared bed. “Do you need us to sing?”

I laugh, moving to an open area in the room. “I can do it.”

“Singing and dancing, are you sure?” Jimin smirks.

I roll my eyes, getting into my starting position.

Rooming with the maknae line has been lots of fun. It’s hard not to smile with all the little games they want to play, and all the love they show for me. This is only the second night with them, but I never want us to not be traveling roommates.

“Five, six, seven, eight,” I count off for myself, diving into the song.

The dance moves are not too complicated, and everything flows perfectly. It’s an upbeat song, putting a smile on my face. Even if it is just me singing. My dance routine comes to an end, giving the boys their chance to clap and give compliments.

“Your singing voice has improved so much,” Jungkook speaks up first. “And, you sung in Korean. Very adorable.”

“You are too nice,” I fix the oversized sweatshirt of Taehyung’s that he is forcing me to wear. “I’ve ben practicing,” I nervously smile, feeling my shoulders rise to try to hide my burning cheeks. “Glad I don’t sound like a dork.”

“Kookie is sucking up,” Jimin shoves the youngest boy.

“Is my singing bad?” My shoulders fall, and I stick my lip out in a pout.

“What? No!” Jimin flails his arms in a dismissive manner. “Your singing is quite lovely. Deeper than most girls, but that doesn’t make it bad.”

I chuckle, “I was just teasing, Chim-Chim. It’s okay. Don’t worry.”

He gives a sly smile, “You little shit. You almost gave me a heart attack. I thought you were going to cry.”

I giggle, “Sorry. That was not the intent.”

“You are lucky you are so cute,” he winks. “Whit those legs peaking out of the bottom of that sweatshirt. You look so cuddly.”

“Thank you,” I shuffle around on my feet for a few seconds. “I’ve learned to love my legs, so thanks for liking them as well.”

“Jagi, your dancing is better than mine. You’ll have to give me private lessons,” Taehyung smirks, suggestively raising his eyebrows, sending a wink my way. His tongue teasingly running over his lips a few times.

“What?” I skip over to my boyfriend, cupping his face in my hands. “No, you’re way better than me. I’m the one who needs more lessons. Maybe, tomorrow?” I place a kiss to his nose. “God, I love your nose.”

“I love you,” Taehyung grabs me by my hips, throwing me into the middle of the bed.

“Tae!” I squeal, laughter pealing out of my throat.

“My princess!” He exclaims and then begins to attack me with his fingers.

“Tae…Tae…babe…Tae…hyung,” I manage to breath out through the laughs that wreck my body. “Ple…please, stop.”

His fingers stop, a hearty chuckle leaving his lips. “How can you be so beautiful?” His boxy smile is what I am drawn to.

I’m panting as I come down from the high of being tickled. Happy tears stuck to my eyelashes and cheeks. My cheeks flushed because of the quick exertion, and from the blush creeping slowly due to my position. Taehyung has my hands pinned near my head, making my only movement the wiggling of my butt. My sweatshirt has ridden up to expose my tummy, lucking not any higher as I have no bra on. The shorts I have on have fallen to low on my hips.

“How, jagi, are you so beautiful?” Taehyung asks again, pressing his lips against mine.

I lazily smile, knowing that my hair is a mess around my head, and the acne clear to everyone’s eyes. “I am beautiful because you say I am.”

“It’s true,” he releases my hands.

“Good thing Amber took her glasses off already,” Jimin speaks up. “Because they would be broken.”

I sit up, running my hands through my tangles to fix the mess. “That’s just what we need, a fuzzy vision Amber.”

“It’s just far away, right?” Jungkook asks.

I nod, “Correct. Now, my turn to ask a question,” I look right at Taehyung. “Why didn’t you tell me about your glasses?”

“Always little secrets kept between you two,” Jimin shuffles under the covers.

“I didn’t tell you because I don’t think I look good in them,” Taehyung is resting back on his elbows. “Just like you wouldn’t show me your glasses.”

“You look so handsome with your glasses, Tae,” I ruffle his hair. “Very smart looking too.”

“ARMY won’t know they’re real until you tell them,” Jungkook is now under the covers.

“I’ll help you build confidence,” I fix my clothes before climbing under the covers.

Taehyung smiles, following my lead to get under the covers. “You are an angel.”

“Jungkookie, can you please turn off the light?” I hum as Taehyung wraps his strong arms around my middle, pulling me back to have my back flush on his chest.

“Sure thing,” Jungkook quickly plunges the room into darkness.

My eyes flutter close, feeling at peace.

“I love you, princess,” Taehyung whispers right into my ear. “I should buy you a tiara.”

I place my hands on top of his. “I love you, Tae. Don’t get me a tiara.”

“That’s not up for you to decide,” he kisses the top of my ear. “I’m going to spoil you so much. Don’t you worry about that.”

“Please, don’t go overboard. I’m content with just being with you.”

“Excuse me, couple in love,” Jimin’s voice slices through the quiet. “Can you please stop whispering so we can get to sleep?”

I chuckle, “Sorry Jimin-oppa. We will stop talking.”

“Good,” his smirk is clear in his tone. “Night, cutie.”

“Goodnight everyone!” I giggle as Taehyung places open mouth kisses on my neck. “Sweet dreams.”

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“This was a great idea,” I smile, sipping on my milkshake. “No crazy boys, nice music playing, and a pizza coming soon.”

Yoongi grins, “It is very nice. Calming, to say the least. No yelling, and I get to spend a few hours with my favorite girl.”

Yoongi and I decided on a small pizzeria on the outskirts of New York City. The ratings were high, and it looked to have a nice interior from the pictures. We are seated in a back booth; the lights are turned down for the evening crowd. Music is softly playing, and it’s actually good.

“Am I really your favorite?” I feel my cheeks heat up.

“Of course,” he sips his water. “Have I never told you?”

“You probably have,” I shrug. “I’m just surprised there isn’t another girl in your life.”

“I am too deep in my work to have a girlfriend to worry about. Besides, it’s enough work worrying about you.”

“Shut up,” I giggle. “You don’t have to worry about me.”

“I will. For now.”

“Even with Tae being glued to my side and dating over me.”

“Of course. I’m your brother, so I have other things to worry about than he does. Mainly, him.”

I pat Yoongi’s hand that is resting on the table. “He’s been good so far. He is a gentleman, Yoongi, when with me at least.”

“I know. Still, I worry. Tae is a loyal puppy, but can get distracted. I don’t mean with other women. He seems to focus on you when together, though. Very protective.”

“He is, and I love it. When he gets jealous though, that’s when it can get kind of annoying and out of control when it goes too far.”

“I thought you like hot jealous Tae?” Yoongi teasingly smirks.

“Why would you think that?” I drink my milkshake to cool my face.

“Taehyung blurts stuff out sometimes,” he shrugs.

“Okay y’all,” our waitress, Ashley, bounds up to our table. “Here is your extra pepperoni pizza, and garlic knots,” she set sets the food down in the middle of our table.

“Thank you so much,” I smile, speaking to the girl in the language, she can understand.

“Oh, you are so welcome,” Ashley gushes. “Was the milkshake as good as I said?” The southern girl is sincere, and not just faking kindness for her job.

“It is so good,” I tap my glass with my index finger. “I’m glad you talked me into it.”

“Well, I’ll leave you two to enjoy your dinner. Such a cute couple.”

Yoongi perks up at the girl’s statement, but says nothing.

“Oh, oh no,” I look between Yoongi and Ashley, stopping on Ashley after a few seconds. “We aren’t a couple.”

“Oh,” Ashley is genuinely shocked. “So, are you friends on an experiment date?”

“No,” I shake my head. “It’s not like that at all.”

Yoongi tears a piece off a garlic know, but continues to stay silent.

“Then what is it?” Ashley curiously asks.

“Yoongi, he’s, he is my brother,” I tell the stranger something only my close friends know. My heart beat speeds up, and I feel butterflies swarm in my stomach. It makes me so happy to tell someone outside of the ones closest to mee who already know.

“Really?” Ashley breaks me out of my thoughts. “Like, blood related? I never would have guessed.”

“Step,” I answer, like I’ve explained it a thousand times before. “My mom married his dad some years ago. We didn’t grow up together, really, but I’ve always seen him as a brother.”

“That’s even sweeter than you being a couple,” Ashley places a hand over her heart. “I’ll leave y’all to eat then,” she smiles before rushing off.

“What was that all about?” Yoongi asks, snapping me back into Korean.

“What was what?” I innocently ask, taking a slice of pizza and placing it on my plate.

“What you just told our waitress. It’s like you’ve thought about it before. Just for that kind of situation.”

“Maybe I have, or it just came to me. I just didn’t want her to have the wrong idea. I never want anyone to get the wrong idea.”

“Like that one girl at the fan meet. I understand. It was cute.”

“It made me feel good, telling someone that you are my brother,” I take a big bite of my pizza.

“Did it?” Yoongi shoves more garlic knot into his mouth.

It takes me a few moments before I can speak again. “Yes. Like when I tell people that I am dating Tae. I love him, and I love you so much. It’s a different love, thought. With Tae, I want to kiss him, snuggle up to him as I fall asleep, live with him, build a family, and more. So much more. With you, I want to hug you, sip coffee or hot chocolate, and talk about mental health. I want to help you with music endeavors, read you my poems, read books with chilling in your studio, and do sibling things.”

“I’ll make sure we will,” Yoongi grabs my milkshake, take a sip.

“Why’d you do that?” I shove more pizza into my mouth.

“Isn’t it what siblings do?” He smirks, setting the milkshake back in front of me.

I smugly smile, “Look at you, being a big brother.”

“Don’t tease me.”

“Min Yoongi loves his little sister,” I giggle.

“Little one, you are so testy right now. I will ground you or something like that.”

Both of us laugh at how dorky we are sounding.

“Really, Yoongi, you are the best,” I nervously push my glasses up my nose. ��You have been a blessing.”

“I try,” he leans over to shove some garlic knot in my mouth. “I think I will teach you to play the piano.”

“Oh, will you now,” I say through chewing the garlic knot.

“Swallow, then talk,” Yoongi gives me a disgusted look.

“Sorry,” I wash the food down with some milkshake.

“You’re forgiven.”

“So piano then?”

“Yes, it’s a love of mine, and I want to share it.”

“I look forward to it.”

“How has rooming with the maknae boys been?”

“Good, good,” I think back to the craziness of yesterday. “Tae and I danced while the others were out. Private lessons at one another. Then when Jimin and Jungkook came back, video games for hours.”

Yoongi chuckles, “That sounds fun. I just slept and wrote music.”

“And worried about me?” I stuff pizza into my mouth.

“Yes, and worried about you,” he slightly shakes his head. “Just shut up and eat, you little dork.”

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Hope you enjoyed reading! A bit shorted but a slightly big think is happening next, and I want it to start a chapter. :)

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subjecta5newtella · 5 years ago

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(I promised like 3 people I’d write some happier Nalby, and I crowdsourced holiday prompts to keep me from losing my absolute and entire mind at work, so here we go!!)

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It’s not particularly that he’d wanted to go to the symphony alone on Christmas Eve. It’s just that Alby’s coworker hadn’t been able to go and had offered his tickets up, and he hadn’t had a good excuse not to take them. He didn’t have other plans. He’d been in the city for a month and a half, and hadn’t really met anyone other than his coworkers, who all had better places to be tonight. Maybe the concert will be a little less lonely than sitting at home, at any rate.

They’re surprisingly good seats, he finds out. Not that it really matters. Alby’s not averse to orchestral music, he supposes, but there can’t be that much to look at.

Except.

Except the first chair violinist takes his seat, and good god, he’s gorgeous. He’s tall, probably just a little taller than Alby, with long, blond hair tied up out of his face, and with an odd, fluid sort of grace to the way he moves, even despite a slight limp. Maybe Alby doesn’t appreciate high art enough, but he can’t help feeling like this whole thing suddenly became a much better idea. So he’s chronically single and likes attractive men. Sue him.

The concert starts, and Alby does his best not to stare. He’s doing a mostly decent job at first, just barely nodding along to some of the more upbeat movements and clapping politely at the correct intervals, but then the guy- Newt Ross, he’d checked the name in the program, although that can’t be his real name- has a solo. He steps into the spotlight, fingers poised on the strings, and everything else falls away. It’s only the music, and it’s only Newt, eyes closed, swaying slightly in place as he plays. The music is the type of beautiful that presses at an ache deep inside of you you hadn’t known you had, high and sweet and almost a little sad.

Alby’s not sure how long it goes on. Time stretches, tangled tightly between the notes, and he hopes it’ll never end, just keep existing in this breathless space. Eventually, though, it has to, silver threads replaced by applause that he’s a second late in joining, he’s been so deeply entranced.

For the last few songs, he more or less gives up trying not to stare. He doubts he’s the only one, anyway, although he kind of hopes he is.

After the show, he waits around and tries not to look like he’s waiting for the musicians to file out. He checks his phone for the texts he’s not getting, scrolls through social media that’s mostly dry because everyone’s busy with family, plays a couple rounds of a matching game that he hates but can’t bring himself to permanently delete.

Finally, Newt comes out, and Alby’s hope or fear or both that he wouldn’t be as beautiful up close is proven irrational. His hair is loose now, falling just past his shoulders, and his face is flushed a little pink from the cold. His coat collar is flipped up, and he shifts the violin case to his other hand to fix it. And, okay, there’s absolutely no way this guy is single, but Alby can at least compliment his playing.

“Newt!” he calls, doing his absolute best not to come off as stalkerish when Newt turns.

“Huh? Oh. Hi?”

“Hi. Sorry, hope this isn’t super weird, I just wanted to tell you that I loved your solo.”

Newt smiles. “Thank you. Only a little creepy, but I’m willing to forgive it.”

“That’s generous of you.”

“What can I say, I’m feeling the Christmas spirit. What’s your name?”

“Alby. Uh, Alby Grant.”

“Well, nice to meet you. Where are you headed?”

“Subway. Orange Line.”

“I’m taking the Red from there. Walk with me?” Alby must look surprised, because Newt says, “You’re shivering, and if we’re gonna talk, might as well walk as we do it.”

Alby had been shivering, but he hadn’t known it was that obvious. “I’m from a lot farther south.”

“Where?” Newt starts walking, shifting his case to his other hand so it’s not in between them.

Alby falls into step beside him. “Tiny beach town in South Carolina. Definitely doesn’t snow there. You?”

“London, originally. Are you new here, then?”

“Was it the fact that I’m slowly freezing, or the fact that I was alone at the symphony on Christmas Eve that gave it away?”

Newt laughs. “Don’t worry, you’re not the only one without grand plans. My friends are all out of town, and my sister’s staying with me, but she’s out at some party.”

Alby would be lying if he said his heart hadn’t jumped a little when Newt had failed to mention any kind of significant other. Maybe it was just an oversight, but it does seem like the kind of thing one would mention during the holidays.

“That’s rough,” Alby says, not quite sure what else to say.

Newt shrugs. “I’ve had worse Christmases. It’ll be alright.”

They fall into silence for a moment, before Alby asks, “When did you start playing the violin?”

“Started when I was ten, but for a while it was just something I did, ya know? School credit or whatever. I only got serious about it when I was sixteen and broke my leg and couldn’t do anything else.”

So that explained the limp, maybe, something that hadn’t healed quite right, but Alby’s not about to ask. Instead, he says, “Well, it seemed like it worked out. You’re incredible.”

Newt ducks his head a little, and if Alby’s quick glance isn’t mistaken, he’s gone just a little pinker, although it could just be the cold. “Thank you,”

“I’m half-tempted to come back to the next performance,” Alby says as they descend the stairs to the station, and he’s only sort of joking.

“Well, if you want to see the orchestra and help me pay my bills, go for it.”

“And if I just want to see you play?” The words are out of Alby’s mouth before he really thinks them through, catching even him off guard with their boldness.

Newt smirks, and Alby takes a second to appreciate how unfairly hot the expression is on him. “Well, if that’s all you want...”

He waits for a couple people to pass and makes his way to a side alcove, just out of the path of traffic. He sets the violin case down and opens the clasps, resting the violin on his knee to attach the shoulder rest.

Alby dodges around another few straggling passengers, still trying to process exactly what Newt is doing. “Here?”

Newt shrugs, adjusting his bow. “Plenty of people busk in the subway.”

“How many of them play in a major symphony orchestra?”

“Some of them, maybe. It’s kind of fun.”

With that, Newt straightens up, settles the violin into place under his chin, and hovers the bow just over the strings. His eyes close, and he starts to play.

What was beautiful in a concert hall is otherworldly in this near-empty subway station. It resonates differently, echoing off the tiled walls and the low ceilings, with the rumble of trains below them, though it still carries the same hints of something unspeakably sad and achingly sweet. And Alby wants to sit and listen forever, yes, but he also wants to know, wants to know what it all means, the grace and the sorrow. He wants to know Newt, if Newt will let him.

He stands and he listens, watches as Newt sways, as the few people rushing for their trains linger just a moment on the edge of this ethereal something, and then, once again, it comes to a finish and Newt opens his eyes.

When all is said and done, they both miss the trains they meant to get on. They end up stuck waiting in the space between platforms, just talking, unwilling to part until they have to, and Alby ends up running to make the last train on the Orange Line before it stops for the night. And it doesn’t matter, because when he comes home to his empty apartment and the sounds of other people’s Christmas parties drifting through the walls, he has three new texts from Newt on his phone and it’s all a little less lonely.

#i KNOW it's december 30th im a chronic procrastinator #im doing my best and it should count for something #the maze runner #tmrspoilers #nalby #tmr newt #tmr alby #ty gel for the prompt!!!

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marquis1305 · 5 years ago

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Silk and Steel Ch 7

Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4 Ch 5 Ch 6

AO3 Link

Rating: Mature

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Relationship: James “Bucky” Barnes/Reader

Additional Tags:

Slow Burn, Reader-Insert, Florists, Reader is an Enhanced Individual, Nick Fury Knows All, SHIELD, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. References, Post-Captain America: Civil War (Movie), Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Pre-Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie), Bucky Barnes Feels, Protective Steve Rogers, Hydra (Marvel), enhanced!reader, Reader’s Brother works for SHIELD, POV Female Character, James “Rhodey” Rhodes & Tony Stark Friendship, Rhodey is skeptical, Vision is curious, Tony feeds good behavior with blueberries, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Blueberries, backstory incoming, The Winter Soldiers - Freeform, Fragmented Teamwork, You like making quips as much as the next person, Tony Stark’s Nickames, Bucky Barnes’s Metal Arm, That whirring sound it makes

Summary:

With great power comes great responsibility, but being a hero is a choice. You have to decide if it's one that you actually want to make. And in the mean time, you have to learn how to do more than boost others.

Chapter 7: The Training

The rest of the room fell quiet. All eyes shifting to the two super soldiers, well, except for Natasha who walked off to get a drink of water.

Then as one the two giants turned to face you. Feeling your knees start to buckle under the intensity of their shared gaze. “So… I take it that you have some ideas about this entire thing?”

“That I’m about to eat crow and admit Fury was right about something.”

You burst into a fit of giggles, lifting a hand to try cupping over your mouth, the other arm wrapping about your waist. “I… Oh gods… I’m sorry… just… I’ve been treating him like a telemarketer. Dodging his calls, or talking to him about nonsense. Occasionally count all the different methods he would use to convince me to come in.”

Tony was suddenly staring at you like you were some sort of eldritch being, mouth gaping slightly. “You… You what?!”

Steve attempted to cough to hide the chuckle that had slipped past his lips.

“Look, seriously guys, I had no interest in being an Avenger. Or an Agent. I just wanted to live my life.” Shrugging as your giggles died down, though still offering a shit-eating grin to all of them. Catching Bucky’s almost proud smirk in return.

“But I mean… you’ve got these powers, right? Shouldn’t you be using them to help or something? I mean, when you have powers, don’t you have a responsibility to use them to help?” Peter frowned, obviously working through it in his head.

You reached for his hand, squeezing it gently. “If you’re good at singing, are you obligated to go to the stage and do a concert? If you’re an amazing writer, are you obligated to publish?” Then offering a far softer half smile to the teen as he shook his head. “I know it isn’t a popular opinion for people with super powers, and for most people, yeah, they really do want to help. And that’s fine, I’m not saying it’s a bad thing to want to do your part for the world. But for me… I’m happier surrounded by bright green things, knowing that something I did brought a smile to someone’s day. Even if it’s not something world saving… People have to do the little things too. That’s a choice that I’ve made.”

Peter sighed, shaking his head. “I dunno, it just doesn’t make sense to me.”

“It’s a choice that each of us has to make.” Steve clapped a hand on your shoulder, squeezing gently. “What matters now is that she’s here, and willing to work with us on this.”

“Yeah, who knows, might decide this is the life once she gets a little taste.” Natasha teased from where she lounged against a wall, water bottle in her hand.

“Right, let’s get back to the bit where we were mentioning that she’s a super serum generator...” Tony quipped, pointing towards you, other hand resting in the crook of his elbow. “Because I think that’s a rather interesting piece of information. And Bunny can you please turn it off before the kid decides to find a new gateway drug.”

You laughed before nodding, closing your eyes to picture damming up the flood once more. Feeling suddenly drained as the last of the aura tapered off, starting to sway where you stood. It was always like this, another reason why you didn’t often push your powers. Steve’s arm wrapping about your shoulders to support you.

“Hey there, why don’t we get you a seat?” Nodding even as he offered it, feeling the weight of another pair of eyes on you, your own lifting to meet the concerned gaze of the Winter Soldier. Shaking your head to stave off his concern.

“It’s fine. Just a lot of people pulling at it all at once.”

“Happy would you-” Tony snapped his fingers.

“Yes sir.”

You found yourself led to a bench, gently urged to sitting. A bottle of water pressed into your hands by the bodyguard. Offering a smile to him before chugging half the bottle. The rest of the team circling up around you.

“So, I don’t think that Bunny is an appropriate super name… But ah… why not Druid?” Peter offered with a softer smile. “But I think you might need a few more training sessions before you do that to everyone again. I mean. Not saying that it’s not really cool, but I just-”

“What the kid is saying is that without training, you’ll end up burning yourself out.” Bucky came to kneel beside Steve, looking up at you. “We can’t get you to that level in a single weekend, Doll. And we can’t smuggle you here all the time without arousing suspicion. But we can meet around the city while waiting for Babushka to reach out to you.”

Nodding, you smile to each of them. “Yeah. I think that’s probably fair.”

“Again, we’re skipping over the whole super serum generator thing?” Tony fished, looking between each of them.

Steve sighed, almost gritting his teeth. “Whatever her power happens to be, it feels the way I did after being affected by the serum. Buck had a lesser version, a different version, made him sick at first when they were experimenting. It’s almost like she’s channeling the serum into others, but it seems to drain her to do so.”

You nodded with the explanation, it was as close to any that you had for the ability you had been born with. “I can channel it to individuals with more ease. But opening up like that is basically just releasing it out over everyone. I have more experience with just one person…. And… I think I might like Druid, but only if we can call my brother Shaman. He would approve.” Chuckling softly.

The others all exchanged glances and shrugged.

But it was Bucky who spoke. “Welcome to the team, Druid.” Then stood, crossing his arms over his chest. “Alright, Druid, let’s see what else you can do.”

You blinked with that. “What… do you mean?”

“What? Did you think that the powers were going to be enough to let you off the hook, come on, Bunny, time for phase two of seeing what you can do.” Tony waved, the group slowly dispersing once more. Only Bucky and Natasha following Tony towards the boxing ring.

“So, what experience do you have?” Natasha asked as she slipped in beside you. Raising a brow.

“I took a self defense class once in college...” You almost manage to make the statement a question. Giving a weak smile.

“Which means we’ll probably need to start from the beginning. And get you a few sessions at the gun range before you leave tomorrow.” She chuckles softly, flipping her hair over her shoulder as Tony lifts the ring to let you both beneath it.

“Yeah. That… might be a good idea.” Nodding as you looked about the boxing ring. Then glancing to Tony.

“Oh no, not me, I only spar with Happy there. You get the two super spies here. I’m sure that they’ll go easy on you.” He smirked with a soft chuckle, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against a post.

“Right… I… okay, let’s do this, I guess.” Nodding as you looked to them both. Trying to find a stance that semi-looked like you knew what you were doing.

“No.” Both of them spoke at the same time. Natasha coming forward and pushing down your shoulders to help relax them. “You’re too tense. You have to let your body loosen up. Otherwise you’ll hurt yourself. Hands at shoulder height, palms open. Keep your movements fluid. Use your opponent’s movement and weight against them.”

Bucky coming to stand across from you, taking slow breaths before he was matching your stance. Gaze meeting yours. Then striking forward, palm open, towards your chest.

Natasha laying her hands over yours to help guide your movements. Showing you how to grip at hand and elbow and pull past. Forcing Bucky forward. “Just like that. And then follow through with a knee to gut or groin.”

Taking a breath, you nod. Releasing the soldier. Then going through the motions again. Letting your body get used to it. Natasha walked you through a few more moves before giving an approving nod. “Alright, time to try this for real. Go ahead and spar with Sargeant here. I’ll be watching from the sidelines.”

You look between the two of them before groaning. “Right, just sign me up for one ass kicking now. Okay, Sarge, come at me.”

He grinned brightly before jabbing out his flesh hand towards your face. Letting one foot fall back, you barely manage to skirt around the blow. Popping back into your stance while waiting. Watching his shoulders and hips the way that Natasha had told you. His next strike a combo, two jabs that you stumbled back from, and a kick to your side that sent you sprawling to the ground.

“Ow.”

“You need to keep on your feet. You can’t just run any time there’s something coming at you, Doll.” Bucky offered you his hand, helping to pull you up. Then stepping back to fall into stance once more.

“Easy for you to say. I didn’t exactly get the super soldier run down when it comes to this. I’m lucky my brother did all the fighting for us in school.” Rolling your eyes before falling into your own stance. This time waiting for his punch and stepping back, grabbing his wrist to tug him forward.

Only for him not to budge an inch. “Hey!”

“Never said I would play fair Doll, they certainly won’t.”

Snarling you move to stomp on his foot as hard as you can. Earning a grunt from the soldier, then shoving at his shoulder with both hands, pushing as hard as you could.

Watching him stumble back a step was probably about as proud as you were going to feel for this. “Good! Just like that, Doll. Keep going.” He dropped to one knee, sweeping your feet out from under you with his other leg. Rolling with the motion until he was kneeling over you. Grin bright on his face. Even as he placed one hand on your shoulder to keep you down.

So much for that pride.

Swallowing tightly as you watched Bucky above you. “So, what exactly is this supposed to teach me?”

“Grab my arm, tuck your thumb against your fingers. Elbows as close to your body as you can.” Frowning slightly as you followed his instruction. “Good. Now, use your other hand to grab my bicep, keep it locked tight against you. Now I can’t strike you.”

Nodding, you take a grip, trying not to think about how him flexing felt beneath your hand.

“Alright, hook your left leg over mine. Good. Then plant your right foot in the center of my legs.” Waiting, Bucky glanced over his shoulder to make certain. “Perfect. Now. Rolling with your hips towards the arm you are holding.”

Grunting as you moved, to your surprise you were actually able to roll him. Suddenly flipping your positions with him on the ground, pinned beneath your hips.

And with that thought came the bright blush to your cheeks. Catching the almost sly look in Bucky’s eyes as he looked up to you, his smile edging in on proud. “Good. Again.”

You sat up, groaning at the thought of having to replicate the feat.

#Silk and steel #bucky x you #bucky x reader #james buchanan barnes #steve rogers #tony stark #natasha romanov #peter parker #Druid #You officially have a team name #Training time #Self defense

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linerwriter · 6 years ago

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Brood

I have an audition tomorrow and I stress wrote the rest of it (it helped, surprisingly)

This prompt was a mixture of two, from @anunashamednerdgirl and a mysterious anon. Hope you guys like it!

Word Count: 1298. For the @linkeduniverse AU. Enjoy!

(should I start putting summaries? I feel like I should)

Tweet, tweet, tweet…

Twilight paused, an ear cocked to listen to the melody being played. His eyebrow raised, he faced Wild with a questioning look on his face, “Any idea what’s going on?”

Wild had an amused look on his face as he answered, “Those are the Rito Sisters. They’re practicing their singing.”

“A concert?” Legend cut in. “Why’s that?”

“Like most Rito,” Wild turned toward the blond in question, “the Sisters love to show off, so they practice and invite people to listen in a wide, open space. It “helps” them get over their stage fright.”

Time chuckled, “Sounds like someone I know.” He glanced at Warriors out of the corner of his eye as everyone laughed.

Warriors rolled his eyes, making a yapping motion with his hand, “Yeah yeah yeah, laugh it up. Let’s see who looks nice when they’re old.”

“I don’t think we’ll have to look far,” Wild joked, “I mean, Twilight looks amazing!”

Twilight posed dramatically, “I do, don’t I?”

“I don’t act like that!”

“Yes, you do,” everyone droned with a smirk.

“Just face it, Warriors, you’re never gonna live it down,” Four drawled. Suddenly, a movement caught his, causing him to point upward, “Hey, are those the Sisters you were talking about earlier? The Roti or whatever?”

“Rito,” Wild shot a meaningful look at their companion, who shrugged, “And yes, they are. Hey, Kheel!” He shouted toward the top of the cliff.

The beautiful singing stopped in lieu of a flurry of fluttering. “Link? Is that you?” A sweet voice called down, followed by a lavender head popping out. At Wild’s wave, the face on the head brightened, turning back toward the other unseen birds. “Guys! It is Link!”

Gasps were heard, followed by a dive bomb of brightly colored fluff balls. The balls converged around Wild, jumping up and down and squawking wildly. Wild laughed, his arms raised up high as he twisted his body to look at them.

“Link! You’re back!”

“Did you hear us sing? Didja? Didja didja?”

“Can you get Kheel to end practice early? I’m tired!”

The others, meanwhile, were blown back at the amount of energy they just witnessed. Their eyes were wide, and they were bending back slightly to get away from the overabundance of positivity.

Finally, Twilight found his wits again, “Um, Wild? Mind introducing us?”

At that, the storm of feathers stopped, and as one, the sisters looked toward the group. Seeing the similarity between their friend and the newcomers, they looked back at Wild, then back at the group. This went on a couple more times until the lavender one spoke up.

“Link? Why are there more of you?”

Wild huffed out a laugh, “You guys remember the story of the hero from 10,000 years ago? These are other… versions, I guess, from different points in time.”

The blue one frowned. “How’d that happen?”

Wild hesitated, “We’re not really sure, to be honest. Magic?” That seemed to satisfy the chicks. “Anyway, I should probably introduce you guys.” One by one, he listed the Links to the girls, who watched them with curious eyes. After he finished, Kheel chirped,

“Hello! My name’s Kheel! And these are my sisters-”

“Genli!”

“Cree!”

“Notts.”

“And Knotts!”

“And together we form,” the girls spoke together, “the RITO SISTERS!”

The Links clapped politely as the birds bowed. “Well done,” Wild said from behind them. “I don’t suppose you’ve done anything new since I’ve been here?”

The sisters brightened and, as a unit, flew toward the trees. “May I present to you,” Genli swept her wing out, “the Rito Sisters! Ready, girls?”

What followed was an astonishingly beautiful song. There weren't any words, but the meaning behind it was there. By the end, all the Links (except Four) were in tears.

“That. Was. Amazing,” Hyrule cried out, “Bravo, guys, bravo!”

“I must agree with Hyrule,” Time said, wiping away a single tear, “You sure do know how to make someone feel.”

They blushed, scraping their talons on the ground. “Thank you, Mister Time,” Notts said.

“Kheel? Cree? Where are you?”

Suddenly, a voice came from above, sounding more mature yet similar to the sisters. Knotts groaned, “That’s Mom. We better go home.”

Genli pouted, “But we just met them!”

“Do you want to miss dinner?” Notts stared at her sister with distaste.

Kheel sighed, “Let’s just go. We’re down here, Mom!”

Amali stuck her head out, “Ah, there you are. Time to go home, dears.”

Groans. “We’re coming, Mom!”

Cree turned toward the Links as everyone else flew off, “It was nice to meet you guys! I hope we see each other soon!”

“C’mon, Cree, or else you won’t eat!”

“I’ll catch up, Mom, don’t worry!” Cree shouted back, “Goodbye!”

“Bye, guys!” Wind waved after them with a grin. “See you soon!”

As the family was flying off toward the village, Twilight stared after them with a hint of sadness in his eyes. Noticing this, Wild walked up to his mentor and stood beside him quietly.

“It’s amazing,” Twilight breathed out.

Wild shot him a questioning gaze, “What is?”

Twilight turned toward his friend, “This entire kingdom. I mean, the entire thing was destroyed a century ago and were nearly gone recently. And there are still people who hope for a better future,” he shook his head in disbelief, “Man, I kinda wish the people in my Hyrule were like this.”

Wild cocked an eyebrow, “So, you want your kids to be this hyper?”

Twilight rolled his eyes and shoved Wild, who was laughing, “You know what I mean. The innocence they have,” he shook his head again, “After everything this kingdom’s gone through, the children can still laugh and play like always.” He raised his arm toward his eyes to hide his tears.

Wild watched on, sadness plastered on his face. He gathered his friend into a hug, “I’m sure everything will get better when you return.”

“That’s just it!” Twilight cried out, “The kids in my Hyrule can never go back to this! Not after what happened, at least.” The last part was whispered quietly toward the ground.

“That may be true,” Wild conceded, “but that doesn’t mean it’s gonna be like that forever. It’s just as you said,” he swept his arm around the environment, “A hundred years ago, this wouldn’t have even been a possibility. But over time, the land healed, and with it, the people did as well.”

“Should I just give it time, then?”

“Partly, yes. But what you should be doing is understanding what happened, and moving on from it.”

“What?”

“Don’t forget what happened to you,” Wild urged, “Don’t forget what happened to them, to the rest of the world. Remember that. But,” he paused, “if you accept what happened, then you can learn how to move on from it, and start to heal.”

“Accept it?” Twilight shot a stricken look toward Wild, “How do I do that?”

“By doing exactly what it sounds like,” Wild answered, “Stop living in the past, Twilight. Know that you can’t change what happened, it’s set in stone. Look toward the future; strive to start that goal of hope being present.”

Twilight sniffled as he considered Wild’s words, “...Okay. I’ll try to do that.”

Wild’s expression softened, “That’s all I can ask for.”

“Hey! Crybabies!” Legend shouted from their camp, his hands raised around his mouth, “Dinner’s ready!”

Twilight’s nose crinkled, “Someone besides you made dinner? I find that hard to believe.”

Wild sighed, “There’s a first time for everything, I guess. Anyway,” he got up and offered his hand toward Twilight. “Let’s go back. Shall we?”

Twilight laughed, brighter and clearer than it had been in a long time, “We shall.” And together, they walked back, giggling and playing all the while.

#linkeduniverse #hero of the wild #everyone else too #rito sisters!!#some angst near the end #prompts!#hero of twilight

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ppaltagon · 6 years ago

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Jinho x slow waltz ✰ Melody

[Pentagon ballroom dancing au]

“Welcome to my studio, Jinho.”

Jinho looked up at the woman, returning her greeting politely before letting his eyes wander around the practice room.

At least a dozen of girls were standing, waiting in silence – he assumed those were the candidates to be his partner for the performance.

The instructor continued to stare at him without a word, shaking her head slightly and the somehow tense silence began to make him feel very awkward.

In an attempt to break it, Jinho cleared his throat.

“How tall are you?” The instructor asked him.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re not very tall... it won’t be easy to find a partner for you.”

If he had the chance, Jinho would have straight up left this place because he found that remark way too rude to stay calm but thinking about needing to do his job well, he kept silent, seething in anger until the woman spoke again.

“Maybe Y/N would be good. Please, come here, my dear.”

You stepped out behind the other girls, making your way to Jinho, surprise evidently written on your face.

The instructor clapped her hands in satisfaction, “Yes, the two of you will be perfect together.”

You were visibly smaller than him even though you were wearing high healed dancing shoes and both of you were staring at each other in a kind of amazement.

The remaining girls left the practice room and the instructor introduced you to Jinho then started explaining about the dance you’re going to have to do right away.

“Your assigned dance is the slow waltz. The overall feeling that you need to convey while dancing is a soft, elegant and divine feeling, just like you were dancing up above the clouds.”

“I see,” Jinho nodded, still feeling a little bitter about the insult regarding his height but concentrating nonetheless.

“Good. Today I am going to teach you the basics and how to dance with your partner. I will also see your abilities and arrange a choreography accordingly.”

Without wasting any more time, the instructor turned towards the mirrored wall and began to show him the basic steps of the waltz.

It was easy enough in Jinho’s opinion; he managed to learn everything quite fast and loved the style of the music they were dancing to.

It had a calm, quiet vibe and moving to the rhythm indeed gave him the impression of something very light.

He glanced at you at times, making sure he’s doing what he was supposed to do and his confidence rose when he couldn’t really see much difference between the two of you.

“Now, let’s see how to dance in pairs,” the instructor said and you went over to him.

The instructor guided Jinho’s hands to the right positions so that his left hand was holding your right one at the same height as your head, and his right hand rested on your left shoulder blade.

It was a little awkward, the both of you avoiding eye contact even though you were not so much shorter than him but you still found a way to keep looking at his chin instead.

“Now, the important part of dancing a standard ballroom dance is that you can’t be this far from each other.”

“Are we really far?” Jinho asked as the distance between the two of you were already enough to make you awkwardly avoid each other’s eyes.

“Very far,” the instructor answered. “If you were to make a turn in this position, the result would be you sticking out your butt slightly, making you look absolutely ridiculous and we didn’t want that now, do we?”

“N-no...” Jinho said, now very conscious about his butt. The concerned look on his face made you giggle.

“Regarding how close you need to be...” The instructor came over and touched your shoulder indicating for you to take on the proper position.

You stepped as close to Jinho as possible, making your bodies touch, arching your back and turning your head slightly to the left.

Jinho’s face flushed instantly, gulping as he noticed the change not only in your posture but in the very air around you as well.

You seemed so... strong.

“That’s enough.” You took a step back at the instructor’s words. “As you could very well see, the two of you need to be in contact from the thighs to the chest. Not only makes this your position more beautiful, it’s also necessary in order to dance with ease.”

“Can I... ask why?”

“That’s because in every ballroom dance the man is the one leading the woman. It’s not two people dancing the same choreography, it’s the man leading the woman to the music. However, you can’t exactly talk over the music either and that is why you need to lead with your body. For example, if you take on the position again...”

You closed the gap between your bodies once again and Jinho reminded himself to be a professional about it.

“If Y/N moves her leg backwards, you feel it, right?”

“Yeah.”

“And since you can’t let the connection break, you have to follow her and take a step forward. At the same time, if she moves her leg forward, you’re going to feel her pushing yours backwards, meaning you have to step back.”

“Ohhhh,” Jinho exclaimed, fascinated by this simple but very interesting technique.

“Let’s try doing the basics.”

To the instructor’s counts, you started to move and he was amazed by the feeling of moving his legs against yours, realizing that as long as he knows this trick, he won’t step on your foot, either.

“There are many other subtle techniques a good leader has to know but what you have just learnt is the most important one.”

Practice continued in a similar manner, and Jinho was satisfied with his learning process. The only concerning matter stayed the fact that it was still very awkward dancing with you most of the time.

When the instructor told you that it was enough for today, you walked over to him, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear in nervousness.

“Thank you for today.”

“I should be thanking you,” Jinho laughed. “I’m glad to have a reliable partner like you.”

“I’m thanking you for the opportunity. I... I’m sure you don’t like being called short, I’m sorry she said that to you...”

“Oh no, it’s-”

“Actually, there aren’t many short dancers so, a girl as short as me really has a hard time finding partners. I don’t have a lot of chances to go to contests or do performances so that’s why I’m really thankful for you. I will do my best to help you and make a good show for your concert.”

Jinho stopped for a moment, looking at your smile and felt a smile appearing on his own face as well. Your words really made him feel like you’re on his side and filled him with anticipation as to what kind of performance the two of you would put up.

“Thank you, Y/N. I look forward to dancing with you.”

The next day, a problem came up:

There weren’t any empty practice rooms when Jinho arrived, meaning that the time of the practice got pushed back by one and a half hour

During that time, you offered to wait in the studio room

The studio was the place where the songs you used for dancing got remixed and rearranged in order to be suitable for what a choreographer asked for – sometimes they even composed a completely new piece

Therefore, it was a place familiar to Jinho

He instantly sat down before the keyboard and played a small melody

“Oh, you’re very good,” you exclaimed. “What did you play?”

“It just came to my mind.”

“It was really pretty... Then do you compose music for your group too?”

“Yeah, sometimes,” he answered a bit shyly but when he looked back at you, your eyes were sparkling more than ever.

“Can you play a waltz melody?”

“Oh. I can try.” And he did. Remembering the steady rhythm and soft melody of the songs played yesterday, he tried his best to imitate it.

“Wow, you’re sense of music really is amazing,” you gaped.

“Was it okay?”

“Yes, it was!” You stood up. “Can you do it again?”

“Sure.”

Jinho played the piano and you danced the most basic figures in the small space of the studio, becoming more and more excited.

“This works so well!”

Getting more confident with your compliments, Jinho started to get ideas and fit the melody to your movements even more.

It felt like perfect teamwork.

“Hey, can we record this?” you asked after sitting down beside him once again. “We could use this for our performance.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah! It was good, well, I could dance to it pretty well and as your partner, that’s all that counts. Plus, don’t you think your fans would love it if you danced to a song you composed yourself?”

You talked to the instructor and explained everything to her, and even though she was irritated that she’s going to have to rearrange the choreography, she also thought it was a good idea to let Jinho compose the song.

Jinho spent the afternoon and the evening working on it, getting assistance from a studio composer and you, making the song fitting for the two of you.

The result was a simple but charming melody without any vocals, making the viewers focus on the choreography completely.

The choreography you shared your ideas for with the instructor and worked on it together.

Practicing from then on became a lot easier and comfortable because the two of you participated in making it, creating the perfect chemistry.

During that time, you also got closer to each other, spending the days together, laughing and joking around, encouraging him when he couldn’t get something.

Before either of you noticed it, you finished learning everything as really good friends.

Friends.

“Are you guys really just friends?” Hui asked Jinho on the day of the concert after seeing how close the two of you got.

“Of course we’re just friends,” he rolled his eyes, not even wanting to hear any teasing.

He’s a professional.

It’s just a performance.

You’re just friends.

“I see,” Hui didn’t stop grinning. “Are you sure you don’t have a crush on her?”

Jinho stopped.

He shook his head to clear his thoughts and went to your dressing room.

Knocking to make sure it is okay for him to enter, he opened the door.

“Are you sure you don’t have a crush on her?”

“Goddammit Hwitaek,” he grumbled to himself, staring at you in amazement.

You were wearing a long white dress with light blue ribbons and frills, the the color matching his necktie.

A white rose decorating your hair.

To say it simply, you were beautiful.

He remembered the first day when he learned about the qualities of the slow waltz and he was sure that if the dance were a person, it would look exactly like you looked at that moment.

After realizing he was staring – but failed to realize you were staring at him in the same way as well – Jinho cleared his throat and smiled at you.

“Are you ready?” he asked, reaching his hand out for you, looking very princely while doing so.

“Yes,” you answered, taking his hand and following him behind the stage.

It was time.

“Are you nervous?” you asked him, holding his hand a little tighter.

“Well, this is a performance like any other.”

“You’re going to do great, don’t worry,” you giggled.

“I wasn’t! ...but thank you.”

With that, the voice of the mc introducing you reached your ears and you walked on stage.

The audience cheered and clapped loudly then quieted down as the song started to play.

Performing was nothing like the practices.

May it be the audience watching, the stage lights, the changing background, the way the music sounded, the outfits or everything at once, the feeling was totally different.

As soon as Jinho took the first step, his mind completely turned off.

He wasn’t sure if he’s doing the moves he practiced with you or not, he just moved to the melody.

To his melody.

It really was more meaningful this way.

The pair of you moved across the stage in perfect unison, feet lightly touching the ground as if you were flying, turning together, letting your white dress flow like a cloud, making a scene that was just heavenly.

After ending, the audience stayed quiet for a few moments, still overwhelmed by the emotions your performance made them feel, before erupting in cheers as loud as possible.

Jinho thanked them and escorted you down the stage.

He was relieved to have finished successfully and happy that it went so well, even if he could barely remember anything.

He remembered the feeling it gave him.

Getting through the cheers of his members and staff members, he stopped before your dressing room.

He puffed his cheeks out in concentration as he stared at you, seemingly deep in thought.

“What is it?” you asked, confused at the sudden change of his otherwise bright mood.

Seemingly making up his mind, he reached up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear.

“We should go out together sometimes.”

Your eyes widened in surprise but your answer came instantly. There was really no reason for you to think for too long.

“W-well, you know where to find me.”

Jinho smiled at you gently and leaning closer, he pressed a small kiss on your lips.

“Yeah,” he said pulling away, “I’ll find you soon.”

- Admin Anna

#universe net #pentagon #jinho #jo jinho #pentagon imagines #pentagon scenarios #pentagon au #jinho imagines #jinho scenarios #pentagon ballroom dancing au

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365daysofsasuhina · 6 years ago

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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Twelve: Heartstrings ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Uchiha Itachi ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ] [ AO3 Link ]

Blowing warm air into his hands, Sasuke stands in a long line outside the recital hall. There’s a lot more people than he expected. Which on one hand, he’s glad for. He might only really be here for his brother’s performance, but it’s still nice to see people coming to support the performers. He knows well enough from all his brother’s hard work how much time and dedication led to getting here.

On the other...that means more time waiting in the cold.

Sticking his hands into the armpits of his coat, the younger brother peeks out of the line to see the door still closed. He tried to be early to hopefully grab a good seat...but he wasn’t the only one who thought as much. And now they get to wait outside. Great.

He could have been working on homework instead...but, a promise is a promise.

This is Itachi’s last year of graduate school, in which he’s pursuing music. Specifically piano. As such, he’s one of the main performances tonight as part of a final grade, among a few top-scored undergraduates looking to enter the program, or who have simply earned the privilege to perform with the upperclassmen. Sasuke doesn't know any of them beyond Itachi. His own degree in law means being a far cry from anyone in the arts. But he’s nothing if not the biggest supporter of his brother’s aspirations for music, so he’s never missed a concert.

Finally, the line begins to move. Muttering an, “It’s about time…” under his breath, he shuffles forward with everyone else and presents his ticket. From there, it’s a free for all to get seats, a few people beelining for the bathroom first. Sasuke shamelessly jogs down the hallway, ignoring a few dirty looks and entering the concert hall.

He’ll admit, it’s pretty damn fancy. Sasuke doesn’t know the first thing about acoustics or anything, but at least it’s pretty to look at. Snagging a middle seat about a third of the way from the stage, he settles in and prepares to wait more.

Atop the cushion is a program, and he leafs through it idly as the place fills up. It’s made of fancy slick paper. Nice. There’s a total of ten performances, amounting to about two hours of show. No intermission, apparently. Hopefully he doesn’t need to pee… And Itachi is the last. Of course he is.

Sighing a bit curtly, Sasuke shimmies down in his seat to get comfortable. Somehow he ends up relatively uncrowded as the lights go down, and a student announces the beginning of the program.

They explain that it covers all avenues of the music program, both vocal and instrumental, ranging from a freshman to an upcoming Masters graduate, and several in between. Sasuke can’t help a perk of his brow. Freshman, huh? Someone from his year? Interesting. They must be pretty damn good to warrant a place with someone like Itachi.

And with that, the performances begin.

First is a woman playing a flute, fingers flying impressively across the keys. Then a man with a percussion set, varying from drums to marimbas. A few more acts pass, Sasuke almost dozing, before they announce the freshman.

That wakes him up. Glancing around, he straightens in his seat a bit, unable to help being curious.

A large harp is brought out on stage, shining in the bright lights of the hall. And out from behind the curtain comes a short woman with dark hair up in an elaborate style, fringe cut like a blade over her brow. She wears a simple gown of dark lavender that flows as she walks to the seat beside her instrument. There’s several moments of adjusting both herself and the harp before fingers lift to hover over the strings.

Silence.

And then fingertips begin to gently thrum, flowing over the notes and creating a weaving melody. Between the grace of the sounds and her very movements, Sasuke can’t help but find himself rather entranced. Chords and progressions fill the hall to the brim as her playing intensifies and lulls, builds and falls. And all the while she keeps up the same calm, focused expression, movements without flaw and flowing like water.

When the music fades to silence, it seems to take Sasuke a moment to notice. He blinks a few times as though rising from a stupor, eventually managing to clap with the rest of the audience.

Blushing and clearly letting her nerves out now that she’s done, the young woman bows with a giddy smile before preparations begin for the next act.

That was...beautiful.

A few people murmur around him, musing the same thing, especially given her age. Many insist she must have been practicing since she was quite young...just like Itachi. He’d started piano lessons before Sasuke was even born. And he has to admit...he’s a little intrigued. Itachi told him the musicians would all be in the hall afterward to receive praise. He just might have to say something.

The rest of the acts up until his brother’s don’t catch his interest in nearly the same way, and Sasuke almost finds himself bored. But then a piano is finally rolled out on stage, and...a microphone? Itachi doesn’t sing...and it’s not anywhere near the bench…

Opening the leaflet, he looks back over and realizes he didn’t really...read his brother’s entry, assuming he knew what it would say. Apparently another Masters student is dueting with a vocal piece while his brother plays the piano. Interesting.

The pair walk onto the stage, adjusting their respective assets before beginning. Without even realizing it, Sasuke smiles to himself as he watches Itachi play. Pale fingers fly across the keys, harmonizing with his partner’s voice as she croons a somber tune. Scrutinizing Itachi carefully, he sees his brother smiling rather serenely. A brow perks, looking between the two. Are they…?

The duet carries on for nearly ten minutes, earning thunderous applause once it ends. Standing and taking the singer’s hand, Itachi leads them in a bow before the curtain closes, and the announcer returns. Itachi was right: they’re to line up in the hall outside and greet the audience as they leave. Deciding to wait, Sasuke lingers until the hall is nearly empty. The performers stand in order of appearance, with his brother near the door. Hands in his pockets, Sasuke gives the first few simple nods before reaching the harpist. She’s currently being enthused over by an elderly couple. Apparently the wife used to play harp before her arthritis took hold. The musician doesn’t rush them along, listening and giving true sympathy. Watching them go, she then turns to Sasuke.

“So, freshman at the big recital, huh?”

She flushes pink, head ducking. “Ah, y-yeah. I’m not sure how I got picked…”

“Seems pretty obvious to me. You play like an angel.”

Another, darker blush. “...t-thank you.”

Heh, she’s kinda cute. “I think you were plucking everyone’s heartstrings with that one.”

That earns a giggle. “You’re actually the f-first person to make that joke.”

“Really?”

“Really! I’ll have to remember that one.”

...cue an awkward silence.

“My, uh...my brother’s the graduate pianist.”

“Oh! He’s amazing! He helped organize this whole thing, and he was super helpful.” She give a bashful smile. “He...might have helped me overcome a few spikes of anxiety.”

“Yeah, he’s a good guy. Though he didn’t tell me he was doing a duet…”

“Oh? Well...maybe he wanted to surprise you.”

“...maybe.”

Seeing Sasuke’s pout, she giggles again at the insinuation. “Well, I guess you know now, ne?” A hand extends. “I’m Hinata, by the way.”

“Sasuke.” He shakes.

“Maybe I’ll...see you at the next one?”

“You probably will.”

The pair linger for a moment before Sasuke clears his throat. “...anyway, I better get going or I’ll miss him.”

“I’m sure he’ll wait for you. It was n-nice meeting you, Sasuke!”

He responds with a nod, progressing down the hallway. It’s nearly empty now, and a few performers have actually left...including the vocalist. Either way, he gives Itachi a suspicious look.

“Sasuke. Did you enjoy the evening?”

“Yeah, it was good. I liked the harp.”

“Yes, Hinata is quite skilled for someone her age. I have high hopes for her as she progresses through the program.”

Arms then cross. “So, who was your partner?”

“Oh, just someone from class. We thought it would make a good combination.”

“...uh huh.”

Itachi just smiles slyly. “...now, I believe it’s getting late. You probably have assignments to tend to…?”

“Maybe.”

Two fingers give Sasuke’s head a teasing prod. “...thanks for coming. I appreciate it.”

“Of course. You know I wouldn’t miss it.”

And either way, he’s glad to have met that harpist, too...maybe he’ll keep up the tradition even after his brother graduates.

Another late night...whoops! Had some writer's block with this prompt, though I really like how it turned out in the end. Maybe a little cliche, but...c'mon, who doesn't like cliches, right? Anywho, I'd say more but honestly I'm rather tired, so that's all from me tonight. I hope y'all enjoyed, and thanks so much for reading!

#uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #uchiha itachi #sasuhina #best years of your life [ au ]#365daysofsasuhina

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rosymiz · 7 years ago

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Like A Rose, CH 8: Love

Title: Like A Rose By: ArisuChanSenpai (Visit my blog for AO3 link!) Fandom: League of Legends Ship: Jhin x Sona

“Do you know any Ionian dances?” Sona asked.

Jhin stroked his chin in thought. “Plenty. I would say I know more contemporary Ionian dances than folk dances, but I do know them. Why do you ask?”

Sona sighed defeatedly. “I need to come up with a simple dance I would like to do for a song, but dancing is not my forte.” She leaned her arms against her etwahl and sighed again. “All the choreographies I have done were because mother taught me dances of Demacia, but since I am of Ionian descent, I wanted to try an Ionian dance instead.” She blew a strand of hair away from her eyes. “Perhaps I should have asked for lessons on that also.”

He chuckled. “Let me guess. You want me to teach you?”

Shyly, she seemed to curl up behind her instrument. “If… that is possible.”

“Oh it’s possible!” He leaned in closer in interest. “Is it the song you were making for your sponsor?”

“No, it’s a different song. It sounds more like a contemporary song, if anything.” She hovered her hands over the strings. “Would you like to hear it?”

Jhin gestured to her to play to her heart’s content. If he heard it, he would know what kind of dance would be suitable for the song. Sona played a four-beat song that did sound more contemporary but with some traditional motifs throughout it. “It sounds fantastic, Sona. I would say, a contemporary dance—perhaps with some traditional moves mixed in—would probably be more appropriate for a song like this.” He was playing certain choreographies in his head, using small gestures of his fingers to keep track of his thoughts.

Sona smiled. She found it interesting to watch the subtle movements he did with his hands, the way his lips moved as he whispered words to himself, and his head slightly bob to his memory of her song. Ever since Jhin revealed his face and name, he had been coming to the grove without the mask. Everything was all packed in one bag.

He told her before that he had an average face that allowed him to blend in with people. She did see what he meant, but once she saw his face more often, it became easier for her to be able to discern him from the crowd.

“What is it?” Jhin asked, having caught Sona staring at him.

“My apologies. I was just thinking.”

“About my face, it seems,” he finished with an amused smile. “Is it really that surprising?”

She gave him a crooked smile. “Had I seen your face in the beginning, I would have been. But now, you seem to have a comforting face. It correlates well to the harmony hidden within.”

He felt his cheeks heat up. “My, that’s a first. I’ve never been told that by anyone.”

“And now you have,” Sona signed, giving him a pleasant smile.

He chuckled, embarrassed, and tapped his finger against the ground in a slow beat to steady his heart. “So how would you like to start thinking of a dance now?”

Sona nodded excitedly. “It may become difficult since I am the only instrumentalist, but I composed it in a way that would provide me some time to dance as I play.”

“I’m certain it won’t be as hard as you think, if you’re looking for a simple choreography.” He stood up and walked to the center of the clearing, where the sunlight shone through the trees onto him. “We may have to improvise later, but we could use this as a base.” He bowed, earning a quiet applause from Sona, and gestured to her. “Music please, maestra!”

She began to play the song again, but she kept her eyes on Jhin and his every step. Each movement was treated with the grace of Ionian dance while keeping in step with the beat. It was a step-heavy dance that would allow Sona to play the song without taking her hands off the strings. The occasional upward swing of the arms was for when Sona left the etwahl echoing a note.

He ended the song with an elegant pose. “How about it?”

Sona cheerfully clapped, getting on her feet for a standing ovation, as Jhin bowed like he was bowing to several people. “That was wonderful! And you thought of that after hearing my song?”

“Somewhat. All I did was take bits of other dances here and there and combined something together that might work.” Jhin brushed a lock of hair away from his face. “We’ll have to adjust it as you practice.” He extended a hand out as he approached Sona. “Shall we start, Lady Buvelle?”

She gracefully took his hand and walked into the clearing with him, her etwahl following behind her. “I suppose you want me to practice while playing, am I correct?”

“That would be easier and faster to learn, yes.” He released Sona’s hand and imitated Sona’s posture with his hands out like he had an imaginary etwahl. “Let’s begin.”

Dancing truly wasn’t Sona’s forte. She had danced while playing songs before, but that took her days, weeks even, depending on the complexity of the choreography. She made a few mistakes, confusing on step with another, once in a while tripping over a misstep but catching herself before Jhin noticed. She felt slightly dejected.

Jhin, having sensed her mood, nudged her arm with his knuckles. “Dancing isn’t something one can master within a day or two. But you are intelligent, and you catch up to things quickly. I’m sure you will learn this by the time you go to the city you’re performing in.”

Sona suddenly felt a twinge of guilt in her stomach. She had yet to tell Jhin that her next performance will be at the capital. That was where Shen was. She also remembered Jhin telling her that he was hired by Ionia’s corrupted council members to kill Noxians to strike terror in them. The council was placed in the capital, and Sona knew they would be able to spot Jhin. If they found out Jhin was cured, he could be killed. Her heart ached at the thought.

“Sona?”

She came back to her senses hearing her name. She turned to him, startled, and asked why he called her.

“You were spacing out. Is everything fine?”

“I need to tell you something. Something I have been keeping from you.” She looked at Jhin. His gentle expression made the guilt grow. “My concert… It’s at the capital city.” Did she dare tell him that her sponsor was Shen? How would he react? Her lips parted to say something, but she pursed them again. “It might be dangerous for you.”

Jhin smiled in understanding. After what he had told her about the council’s cabal, of course she wouldn’t tell him this. “Is it better if I didn’t go?”

Sona shook her head firmly. “No, I want you to go. I’m worried that something might happen to you.”

A quiet laughter broke out from his lips. “I’m not considered a notorious criminal of Ionia for nothing, Sona. I have ways to hide from them if I so wished.” He smirked in confidence, cocking a brow. “It’d be difficult for them to catch me at this point, since they’ve given me unlimited funds to have whatever weapons I wish.” He saw Sona lower her head, looking troubled. “You did no wrong in withholding that information. I don’t blame you.”

“Do you think… if you went… your compulsions would come back?”

Ah, a reasonable question. Jhin hummed in thought. “Considering I haven’t had any of those thoughts lately, I’m confident that I wouldn’t give in to the urges, at least.”

But what if she had mentioned Shen? Would he still be able to say the same with that confident tone in his voice? She couldn’t bring Shen up to him. Not yet. Not until she was sure. “I would like to think you’ll be fine. But if anything does happen, I can stop you.”

Jhin raised his brows, lowering his head to stare at her. “That’s quite a bold statement.”

She also met his eyes with a smug look. “I’ve done it before. I can do it again.”

They both stared each other down, their faces inches away from the other. Jhin noticed a hint of green that swirled in Sona’s eyes. They seemed to sparkle as she stood up to him in mock defiance. He immediately broke away with a chuckle as he turned away to step back from Sona. “You would never let me anyways. After all, I probably can’t bring myself to do something like that anymore.”

Sona mentally apologized to Jhin for not telling him. He would understand… right? She shot him an accepting smile when he turned back around. “Do you promise?”

Jhin smiled, extending his hand out to her. “You have my word. Shall we try again?”

“Sona, dear, how is that choreography coming along?” Lestara asked as Sona was brushing her hair to prepare for bed. She came by with a lit candle and set it on the dresser between their beds. “Your song is done, so all you would need to do is practice a dance, yes?”

Sona nodded. “Yes, mother. I’ve already started practicing something the other day.” She wanted to keep this conversation short. The less her mother knew about her time in the grove, the better it was for a simple explanation.

Lestara was silent, a complex look on her face. Sona glanced at her mother from the reflection in the mirror. Strange, her mother was never one to fall silent so quickly once she initiated a conversation. “I don’t want you to push yourself too much for this concert, that’s all.”

She set her brush down and approached her mother at the foot of the bed. “I promise I’m not pushing myself. Everything I do is planned that my health is also the highest priority.”

“I know, dear. I understand having a concert almost three weeks later, especially at a city as grand as the capital, is important. Not to mention, you made two new songs within two weeks.” She ran her hand through Sona’s hair. “I can’t imagine how exhausted you must be.”

Sona sat on her knees on the floor, laying her head on her mother’s lap and giving her mother’s hand a reassuring squeeze. Her head suddenly perked up. “Mother, I have a question.”

“What is it, dear?”

“Do you think Shen would also be able to recruit… musicians to play parts of two songs?”

“If it’s the capital city, I’m sure many experienced musicians would gladly assist you. Do you want me to send Shen a message about this?” Seeing Sona nod, Lestara made a mental note of what to write. “How many musicians would you like then?”

“Three is enough. I’ve already adjusted both scores with the three parts I need. All I need to do is send Shen a copy and have the musicians learn it by concert day.”

“Then I shall do just that and have the message be sent to him within the day. Just leave the copies of your scores on the dresser, and I’ll send it early, before sunrise.” She paused to think. “What made you change your mind?”

The corners of Sona’s lips curled up into a delighted smile. “I just had an idea. That’s all.”

Jhin stared at Sona in surprise. “You want me to what?”

Sona had notified Jhin of the changes to her score and played her part of the song for Jhin to hear. She shrugged sheepishly, scratching her cheek. “I want you to dance on stage with me. Together.” She cupped her hands together on her lap, anxiously waiting for a response. When no response came, she looked up to see Jhin still in shock. “Not in plain sight, of course. There will be background instrumentalists for the two songs, and they will be in costume,” she hurriedly tried to explain. “You will be in costume too, of course, for your safety. That is, if you would like to be on stage. With me.”

He blinked several times, finally processing Sona’s request. “I, uh, that is a rather…” He couldn’t find the words to reply to her.

“I won’t force you to go if you wish not to. It was just a thought I had. You taught me the choreography, after all.” She picked at her etwahl, waiting for Jhin again as she listened to the hum of the strings. She strummed a motif that sounded like his name.

“I apologize, I was at a loss for words.” Jhin tapped his finger against his knee. “I would gladly dance with you on stage, since I’ll be in costume. I was thinking about how it would work out—the dance, I mean.”

“You could dance next to me!” she suggested. “On the off chance I make a mistake, I’m sure you can help me catch up.” She pursed her lips, thinking about her next words. “Would, would it be strange if I asked to change the choreography?”

He cocked a brow. “To what, may I ask?”

“Since… there will be background music, that can allow our dance to have more movements. Do you have any ideas?” She bit the inside of her cheek, hoping that she isn’t pushing her luck. She already had enough trouble with the steps, but if it meant Jhin would have more fun with the dance, she’d give it a try.

“We can add more contemporary moves to the choreography, but…” he trailed off and started muttering to himself under his breath. He had a thought, but it might have been a bad idea. He looked at Sona, who was preoccupied with another bird that had landed on her etwahl. The sunlight was glinting off the yellow highlights at the tip of her hair, almost making it look golden like her etwahl, specks of light decorating her fair skin.

It was an elegant sight to see.

His breath caught in his throat. He cleared his throat a few times, lowering his head to hide his blushing face. “Well,” he cleared his throat again before continuing on, “we can try a more contemporary style of dance that requires cooperation as a pair.”

“Similar to ballroom dancing?”

“Actually, that’s exactly what I’m talking about. But I didn’t want to impose in your space without asking you first.”

“No need to ask!” Sona cheerfully strummed the strings. “As long as you can dance with me, I am willing to learn. Besides, I do know ballroom dancing thanks to the culture of Demacia.”

Jhin’s eyes lingered on her for a moment before standing up without a word. “In that case, figuring out the choreography should be much easier for the both of us.” He stepped out into the sunlight, his back turned to Sona. His hand hovered over his chest, taking a deep breath to steady his heartbeat. Calm down, he thought to himself. He turned to Sona with a gentle smile, his hand extended out to her. “Shall we dance?”

Giggling, Sona took his hand and walked to the center of the clearing as her etwahl positioned itself in front of her. She held Jhin’s hand as they took a bow. Her other hand plucked a few notes as Jhin slowly slipped his hand out of hers and began with the steps, Sona following along. Her etwahl swung along with her as she danced to the side while plucking at the strings.

At the silences, where the background instrumentalists would be playing, Jhin gently took her hand to position themselves closer. He placed his other hand on the small of her back as Sona placed hers on his shoulder. “Let’s see… Basic steps should do in the beginning.”

As they danced a few rounds of basic steps, Sona gazed into Jhin’s eyes as they danced, secretly hoping that she wouldn’t make a mistake—or worse, stepping on Jhin’s feet. She kept at a steady breathing to remind her of the beat and the song as they danced. Jhin humming the parts to fill in the silence helped her greatly. She twirled under his arm and back to the side to resume playing on her etwahl as Jhin started improvising while still keeping to their originally choreographed steps.

At each break, they pulled closer together and started with basic steps again but with more variety in movement. Once they were nearing the end of the song, the dancing became more elaborate and smoother in flow as they fell in sync with each other.

Jhin twirled Sona under his hand twice before she stepped back into place. They froze in place as they rejoined together. They stared into each other’s eyes, like time stopped for that moment.

The sunlight colored Sona’s eyes with green and shadows of the cherry blossoms dancing within, her hair shining like the ocean. Her cheeks were tinted pink, but a redder shade began to seep in as she squeezed Jhin’s hand tighter. Rosy lips slightly parted without a sound as her sea green eyes peered into Jhin’s own, as if they were looking for something within.

She was beautiful. So beautiful.

The specks of sunlight that was shining through the cherry blossoms lit Jhin’s face like a mask. His skin was sun-kissed compared to Sona’s fair complexion. His hands felt bigger… slightly calloused… secure. A lock of his black hair slipped out of his ear as he breathed out, but he didn’t seem to care. He didn’t seem to see it. His eyes reflected only Sona.

He was captivating. So captivating.

Jhin gently cupped Sona’s cheek, caressing her with his thumb.

She closed her eyes and leaned into the touch, her hand touching his.

His heart beat so loudly in his ears that he was sure Sona could hear it. But it didn’t matter to him anymore.

Her heart pounded against her chest as she gazed up into his eyes. Was Jhin feeling the same way?

Mustering the strength to speak, Jhin whispered, “No art can compare to your beauty. You are the silence to my loud thoughts. My heart blooms for you, Sona Buvelle.”

Sona smiled blissfully at his words. Her fingers delicately brushed against Jhin’s forehead as she tucked the lock of hair behind his ear.

They inched closer and closer until they were able to feel the other’s breath against their lips. They stayed a hair’s breadth away as they pressed foreheads. Their lips closed the distance with a gentle touch that lasted for a moment longer before they slowly pulled apart. They gazed at each other lovingly, their hands still cupping the other’s cheek.

Jhin leaned in for another gentle kiss as Sona wrapped her arms around his neck.

#league of legends #jhinxsona #jhin x sona #khada jhin #sona buvelle #it's happening #it's finally happening #oh my god it's happening #read this and suffer this fluff with me pls #rosywrites #like a rose

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nitaescence · 8 years ago

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The Return of Superman - HS

BTS members as fathers in The Return of Superman show

J-Hope x Reader Genre : Fluff Word Count : 3143

Author’s Note -

It includes interviews and shootings.

*…* : sentences edited on the final images.

Bold : cameras’ position in the house or outside.

Italics : dialogues.

/…/ : Time.

(…) : Sound effects.

[…] : camera movements

Who Do You Take After?

Building

*The sky is radiant in Seoul today*

Kitchen/Living-room/Bedrooms

*Let's meet the new superman!*

[Hourglass]

/10:56 AM/

*It's late in the morning and everyone is still sleeping*

Living-room

There is some bustling in the corridor.

*It seems like someone is awake.* [zoom] A shitzu appears, walking around the apartment to sniff the different tents hiding the cameramen. *Oh, it's the owner's pet. So cute* (amazement) *Hello.*

Bedroom

*There's only one person asleep in this bed*

The tall body rolls around to lie of their front, spreading his arms to the other side of the bed. His arms land on an empty spot making them lift their head. *awake* Looking around and trying to chase away the last remnants of slumber, he sit on the bed's edge while rubbing their eyes. The person stands up and walks around, scratching his bare stomach. *The new dad seems very fit* He puts on a shirt and walks out to the bathroom.

Living-room

[Tilt-pan] The man walks in the living-room. [slow-motion] *Who's the new dad?* [slow-motion / zoom on their face] *It's charismatic idol, Jung Ho Seok!* (amazement) [pictures/videos of him performing with the other members in concerts and shows] *He made his debut as one of the rappers and the main dancer in the worldwide known K-Pop group BTS in 2013 under the nickname of J-Hope. [videos of him in interviews and taken by the members or himself] His energetic and bubbly personality is one of his numerous charms. He's always seen as extra.[videos of him dancing in studios] Since his debut, he got highly praised for his high skills in dance and still does. (amazement) He opened his own dance Academy in 2022 located in Seoul and Gwangju, his native town.*

Ho Seok – Hello. I'm singer Jung Ho Seok. I'm here to greet you all as the father of my first child Jung Rae Yeon.

Director – Could you introduce yourself as J-Hope?

Ho Seok – So suddenly? You're making me flush... I'm your hope, I'm you're angel! I'm J-Hope! (laughs)

Ho Seok's smile dies instantly after that,abashed, looking at the staff.

Sleep lines can be seen on one side of his face. *signs of deep sleep* Ho Seok walks to one of the cameramen as the dog follows him, running and jumping around.

'Has she already left?' He asks him, bending a little.

'Yes. About two hours ago.' Answers the cameraman.

[Flashback two hours ago] Y/N wakes up earlier than her husband. She gets ready then goes in the kitchen to make sure she didn't forget anything regarding the food she prepared for her family. She also thinks of filling the dog's bowl with its food and water. She is then seen walking to a camera settled in one of the kitchen's corner and greets the viewers. [End of flashback]

Y/N- Hello. I'm Jung Ho Seok's wife and Rae Yeon's mother, Y/N. It's nice to meet you all.

Ho Seok stands up, rubbing his eyes. He picks his dog and goes to lie down on the couch. He strokes him before it leaves him to drink water in its bowl. He stretches his body, still tired.

Child Bedroom

In the dark, someone wiggles their way out of the warm blankets and stands up by the bed, still dazed. (amazement) Slowly, they open the door and walk outside.

Living-room

Ho Seok is still lying on the couch, his face buried in the crook of his elbow. *Did he fall asleep again?*(laughs) When small steps are heard, he immediately opens his eyes and turns his head.

'Rae Yeon-ah, come here.' He says in a groggy voice, opening his arms.

[zoom on Rae Yeon's face] *Beautiful Rae Yeon just woke up* The little girl walks to her father with a big smile on her face, her arm tightly holding her soft toy.

Rae Yeon – Hello, I'm five year-old Jung Rae Yeon.(amazement)

[Couple pictures] *Jung Hoseok dated Y/N his for two and half years and got married in 2023. Rae Yeon was conceived a year later. [Picture of baby Rae Yeon] *She looks a lot like her mother* *She is the daughter of a happy family* [footage of 3-year-old Rae Yeon dancing] *She takes after his father* *She is as playful and energetic*

Y/N – Her name wasn't even that hard to think of. When I was pregnant of her, she was very vigorous and not a day passed by without her kicking inside of me. I kept saying that she got her vitality from Ho Seok and I then I thought about how much people refer to him being as lively as the sun. That's how we came up with her name; its pronunciation reminds me of the french word for ray. It made pretty much sense as she keeps illuminating our lives since the day she was born. (amazement)

Living-room

'Did you sleep well?' asks Ho Seok as he straightens his daughter's hair with his fingers. Rae Yeon nods while yawning. She leans in and kisses his father on the mouth. *They are very expressive in showing their love for each other* (amazement) Ho Seok puts his arm around her shoulders to press her face against him and rubs her back. 'Can you bring dad's phone? It's in my room' She nods and walks away, noticing on her way a moving remote camera placed next to the T.V.

'What is it? Camera?' She asks, looking puzzled at the device.

'It follows you if you move around.' Says Ho Seok, looking at her from the couch. She shifts her body to the right and left and laughs when she sees the camera following her movements then leaves in her parents' bedroom.

She appears again and walks back to her dad with his phone in her hand.

'Thank you.' Ho Seok, unlocks and thumbs quickly on it while Rae Yeon walks back to take a closer look at the camera. Then she picks the T.V remote to watch cartoons.

Ho Seok suddenly stands up and walks to the open kitchen, fetching some plastic boxes and plates from the fridge. He puts his phone on the counter, taking a glance once in while as he starts preparing breakfast. *He reads something diligently*

Kitchen

[zoom on Ho Seok's phone] He is reading a text message. *His wife must have written him instructions for today*

'Rae Yeon-ah!'

'Yes?'

He holds a glass in the air for her to come to take. She walks to him, eyes still glued to the T.V.

'Yah, aren't you exaggerating? T.V isn't going to fly away.' She smiles cutely and takes her fruit juice from him.

He puts the food that Y/N prepared earlier to heat in the microwave. Once everything is ready, he sets the table and calls for Rae Yeon to come and eat.

'It's good.' comments the girl, her mouth full.

'Your mother's cooking skills are no joke.' adds Ho Seok, moving his chopsticks vividly to taste everything. (laughs) Rae Yeon starts moving her hand in the air and wiggling her body on her chair. *She dances to express her happiness* Ho Seok mimics her while making funny faces making them both laugh.

Living-room

/11:42 AM/

After they have finished eating and Ho Seok has washed the dishes, they settle in the living-room – Ho Seok is sat on the floor against the couch on his phone and Rae Yeon is standing beside him, hugging her soft toy and staring at the T.V now playing music videos.

Ho Seok notices from the corner of his eyes as she starts moving her body to the girls dancing in the screen and smiles to himself.

'That's it, you've got to digest.'(laughs)

*Rae Yeon dances to help her digestion* [Rae Yeon's dance and Dancers'] *It's quite similar* *She gets into the groove* (laughs) *Agile leg motions* She does her best to move like the persons on the screen. *Rae Yeon's bottom wave* Ho Seok bursts out laughing while clapping. *Ho Seok finds his daughter's dance hilarious* (laughs)

'Rae Yeon-ah.' Calls Ho Seok making Rae Yeon to look at him.

'Is it true, that you have your lesson today?'

'What day are we?

'What?'

'What day are we?'

'Wednesday.'

'Yes. My classes are Wednesdays.'

*Does she take dance lessons because it's your passion?*

Ho Seok – No, not at all. She made the request herself after I took her with me one day at my dance Academy. Nowadays, she's very fond of watching MV's and learning dances. Surprisingly, she doesn't recognize me in BTS ones. I suspect the haircuts. (laughs) When she expressed the will to follow dance lessons she had a very precise idea of it, she wanted it to be ballet lessons. Still, I'm very glad that she loves dancing and chose that way to express herself. I will support her whatever she does though, regardless of her choices.

Ho Seok's Car

/02:01 PM/

'Let's go!' shouts Ho Seok as the car's engine turns on.

'Dad! Do you know the way?' asks Rae Yeon, buckled in the backseat.

'No, but our friend, the GPS, will tell us the right way. At least, I hope.' (laughs) Answers Ho Seok, his eyes looking back and forth between the road and the little screen on his bottom right. *It's Ho Seok's first time, bringing Rae Yeon to her ballet lessons* 'We're almost there!' He exclaims, relieved.

'I don't recognize the surroundings.' comments Rae Yeon looking outside.

'I typed the address correctly. What are you saying?' (laughs)

'It's a joke.' She smiles. *Rae Yeon likes to tease her father*

Ho Seok's parks his car and they get out of it.

'You took your bag?'

'Yes.'

'Let's go,then.'

In front of the changing rooms

'No!' Shouts suddenly Rae Yeon, yanking on her dad's hand.

'What is it?'

'You can't go in. You're a man.'

'Wha- You'll be able to change yourself?'

'Yes, wait here.'

'Are you sure?'

She nods and walks away to the ladies room. Ho Seok sits on the bench placed next to the rooms, looking around him to take in his surroundings. She reappears a few minutes later in her white dance outfit. *She looks adorable. She transformed into a white swan.* Ho Seok's eyes illuminates as soon as he sees her and stands up to meet her.

'Dad! Can you do my hair?'

'Your hair?' Rae Yeon turns her back to Ho Seok and gives him her elastic band. 'How is it supposed to be?' asks Ho Seok, flustered.

'You need to do a high bun. Like her.' Answers Rae Yeon pointing at a girl passing by.

Ho Seok looks around him and tries to comb his daughter hair the same as the others but to no avail.

*He has no idea of what he's doing*(laughs) All the children hurry inside the classroom as it will soon begin.

'Dad, you need to hurry.'

'Wait a second.' He tries a second time but the bun is not tight enough. He sighs, defeated. *What will he do?*

'Excuse me! Excuse me.' He calls out a group of young mothers, discussing nearby. 'Could you please help me tie my daughter's hair?' One of the women walks to them and starts combing Rae Yeon's hair. *The woman did it in a matter of few seconds* (amazement) 'Thank you.' He says while Rae Yeon is already gone, running not to miss her lesson.

Ho Seok follows close and goes to sit with the parents already installed. He instantly spots his daughter as the teacher's voice resonates in the room.

'Let's first warm up our bodies.' All the children listen carefully and executes all the exercises and routines they've started to work on. Rae Yeon seems to really enjoy her dance lessons as she laughs with children around her. *Rae Yeon has made several friends*

Ho Seok watches her carefully and a feeling of pride washes over his face whenever the teacher tells her students to take his daughter as an example. He makes sure to record some videos and takes some pictures. *Ho Seok is Rae Won's biggest fan*

Ho Seok – I had no idea what consisted ballet lessons and I was really impressed at how good all the children were despite the difficulties. I already know that she has incredible flexibility but Rae Yeon really surprised me and I was really proud of her when she succeeded doing all the movements the right way. I also saw how much she loves taking these classes by the look on her face, she seems well-rounded. I'll make sure to accompany her to some other lessons.

Ho Seok's Car

/03:26 PM/

'Where are we going ?' asks Rae Yeon watching her father plug his phone in his vehicle's USB port.

'Right now? We're going shopping?' Ho Seok answers while leaving his parking spot.

'We're going to buy clothes?' *Rae Yeon is happy to spend some more time with her father*

'Yes. Your mom told me to buy a present for your baby cousin.'

A music compilation blasts from Ho Seok's phone, making Rae Yeon move her head in rhythm. Ho Seok sings along the lyrics here and there, making eye-contact with her through the rear-view mirror.

After a while they park in the mall's underground parking lot. They walk into an elevator and push the button that will lead them to the clothes shop floor. Then, they appear walking hand in hand until they enter a kids' clothes shop. Rae Yeon drops her father's hand to push the door open.

Kids' Clothes Shop

'Hello!' they both greet the salespersons welcoming them.

'Wow, so many pretty clothes here.' exclaims Ho Seok.

*A place with cute clothes and lots of accessories* (amazement) *Will they find their happiness?*

'What can we get for him?' asks Ho Seok, looking around while Rae Yeon walks ahead of him.

'Dad, look!' She suddenly exclaims when she finds a cute little dress.

Ho Seok turns his head to look at his daughter, a smile on his face.

'Go ahead. Pick out the clothes you like.' he encourages while he goes to one of the venders. 'What kind of clothes do you have for baby boys?'

'A baby boy?' repeats the young woman.

'Yes. It'll be a gift.' Ho Seok follows her to the back of the shop dedicated to baby's clothes. 'Rae Yeon-ah! I'll be right here.' She doesn't hear him. *Rae Yeon seems to have found her paradise.* Another vendor is standing next to her, to help her get the clothes that catch her attention.

'Here are the clothes, you're looking for. Take your time, call me if you need anything.' says the woman before retreating back to the front.

'Thank you.' Ho Seok gets closer to the shelves with the folded clothes and picks some to look at them. He hesitates for a while as he picks several items, talking to himself.

'Aren't these for girls' ?'/'Are these regular sizes for boys?'/'Is this too big?'/'Will they like something like that?'/ 'Excuse-me,Ma'am./ Are these for 7-months-old?' *Dad seems lost* *Luckily, the vendors are here to help him make his mind* 'This looks nice./ Nice./ I like this one.' *Dad wants to make sure he picks the right ones*

He eventually chooses two outfits, one for the day and another for the night with baby shoes. He walks back to where he left his daughter.

'Rae Yeon-ah, where are you?'

She is still with the same woman, her arms laden with the little girl's choices.

'Yah! What is this? Are you going to buy all this?Why not buy the whole shop while we're on the subject. (laughs) 'Why is the poor woman's arms full with clothes?'

Rae Yeon smiles sheepishly to him. He goes to them and takes the clothes out of the vendor's arms.

'You can't take all of this, you need to make a choice.' He squats and starts to separate the items to look at them while Rae Yeon joins him.

'I like this one. I really like this one.' She says pointing at a baby blue skirt.

'This one? Take it.' Ho Seok gives her the skirt and picks a long sleeve shirt among the amount of clothes he placed on his bent leg. 'This should match the skirt. You want to take that dress too?' Rae Yeon nods, opening her arms.

'Ok. Let's try them on.' He stands up and goes to give the other clothes back to the woman who stands still not far from them. 'Do you have changing-rooms?' She shows him the way.

'What do you want to try first?' Ho Seok opens the curtain to let his daughter in and she pushes him outside to keep him from entering. 'What are you doing?'

'Don't go in.'

*It's the second time, today*

[Flashback changing-rooms before the ballet lesson] 'No!' Shouts suddenly Rae Yeon, yanking on her dad's hand.

'What is it?'

'You can't go in. You're a man.'

'Wha- You'll be able to change yourself?'

'Yes, wait here.'

'Are you sure?'

She nods and walks away to the ladies room. [end of flashback]

*Rae Yeon seems firm when it comes to changing clothes*

Ho Seok smiles, dumb-founded and stands still beside her cabin, leaning against a wall.

'Why is she being like this? I wonder who I wash at home ? Maybe it wasn't my daughter.' (laughs) He asks himself, laughing at the situation. One of the vendors comes to him and suggest to help her to put the clothes on. 'The woman came to help you.'

*Ho Seok patiently for his daughter*

'You okay?' He leans his head near the curtains.

'I'll come out.' says her little voice muffled behind the thick fabric.

Suddenly, the curtains is pulled to the side and Ho Seok straightens himself, taking a few steps backwards.

[slow-motion] Rae Yeon comes out wearing the blue skirt and white shirt. *A pretty little fairy* She smiles at the camera while turning around and posing cutely. *Rae Yeon's finger heart*

'Wow! You're so pretty. / What do you think? / Do you like it? / Did you look in the mirror?/ Let's take a picture and send it to mom.' Ho Seok cannot take his eyes off of her.

'Don't raise it so high.' (laughs) He says, laughing when he sees Rae Yeon tugging on her skirt. She goes back to try the dress on.

'Ok, let's go. That's good. Let's buy these.' Ho Seok takes her clothes and let the woman help Rae Yeon put her own clothes back on while he walks to the checkout. Rae Yeon joins him.

*Ho Seok pays for the clothes*

The vendor gives him their bags after she wrapped the present.

'Thank you. Let's go. Say good-bye.'

They go out of the shop and go to the parking.

'Dad, thank you for the clothes!'

'Your welcome, sweetheart.'

End of Day 1.

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