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Be In My Eyes - Chapter 12

You can read the previous chapters here or on AO3. Summary: The bar shenanigans continue as Keyleth fulfills the second part of her promise to Vax.

The upper floor of Glorious looked even roomier than the lower floor, mostly due to the mirrored wall behind the DJ Booth on a small stage, next to which were a few microphones and musical instruments set aside. The dancefloor took over most of the center of the room, where several people gathered dancing, including Vax’s friends, right under a disco ball spinning on the ceiling, which created fun light effects. Around the dancefloor were several alcoves with couches and armchairs, surrounded by white, and light purple curtains, and gold string lights hanging from the ceiling, creating privacy around each nook.

Vax immediately felt Keyleth tense at his side as they took in the small crowd dancing. A few nooks seemed taken, some with opened curtains that allowed them to see people talking and drinking, and a couple with closed curtains, not allowing anyone to peer inside.

“Do you want to go back down?” Vax whispered in Keyleth’s ear. The music was louder upstairs, and he realized they would have to speak louder or lean in closer to be able to hear each other. Keyleth swallowed her nervousness and shook her head in response. Vax was about to take her hand when a tall, blonde girl approached them.

“Keyleth!” She screamed loud enough to be heard by the two.

“Allura,” Keyleth greeted back, allowing the other girl to pull her into a hug.

“You came,” A shorter girl Vax had never seen before was quickly by Allura’s side, one hand resting on the small of her back.

“Of course, couldn’t miss it.” Keyleth gave them a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

“Well, feel free to dance. We are going to get more drinks, right, Ally?” The shorter woman said, pulling her partner towards the stairs with an apologetic look.

“Catch you later,” Allura waved, heading down the stairs.

As soon as the two women were gone, Keyleth slightly relaxed, although Vax noticed she was still scanning the room.

“You need to relax,” He leaned in to whisper and felt her shudder. “Come on,” Vax held her hand and dragged her across the dancefloor to where he could see Grog dancing, assuming the rest of his friends were nearby.

“Brother!” Vex’ahlia shouted, wrapping her arms around her brother’s shoulders and pulling him into a hug. Vax felt Keyleth’s fingers slip from his grasp, and he looked back to see Pike pulling her into an alcove, where all their bags and jackets were piled on a white couch. Vex eventually let go of him, slapping his cheeks in amusement and joined the girls. Vax followed his sister and sat next to Percy with a huff. They hadn’t been at the bar long, but he was ready to leave.

“They seem to be having fun,” Percy shouted next to him, nodding at the girls who had formed a circle just outside the curtains and were holding hands while dancing. “Thank you for coming. Keyleth needed to leave the house. She has been studying a lot.”

Vax looked at Percy, whose bright blue eyes moved from the redhead to the brunette dancing by her side, a smile opening on his face.

“I didn’t do anything.” Vax shrugged, following Percy’s gaze to his sister, who was now leaning to whisper something in Pike’s ear.

“Oh, but you did.”

Vax opened his mouth to ask what he had done, but his sister was coming their way with the look of someone planning something devilish.

“Percival, darling.” She smirked at their friend, and Vax felt his insides churn as he recognized the tone as one his sister used to flirt with strangers to get free drinks. “If I recall, it’s your turn to pay for a round, isn’t it, dear?” She winked, dragging Percy to his feet.

Vax looked from Vex to Percy, whose cheeks quickly flushed red, and back to his sister, who was now brushing an index finger on the collar of his jacket. Percy bowed his head low, hoping to hide his blush – too late, whitey. I noticed, and so did my sister – as his mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water.

“Please,” Vex spread her hands open on his chest, leaning into his ear to whisper something that Vax couldn’t – didn’t want to – hear.

“Alright, dear.” Percy agreed, still staring at his shoes, his face redder than Keyleth’s hair. Vex clapped her hands and pulled him behind her, gesturing for Pike to follow, who, in turn, grabbed Keyleth’s hand. Keyleth turned her head to Vax with a look of confusion that made him want to follow them, but just as Vax was about to get up, Vex turned her head above her shoulder and shouted at him to keep an eye on their things. Only after the girls left did Vax realize Grog had disappeared into a corner with a woman, and Scanlan was nowhere to be seen. He had no choice but to remain there, so Vax stood outside the alcove with crossed arms, keeping a fixed gaze on the stairs as he waited and tried not to let anxiety take over him.

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Keyleth stumbled back up the stairs, furrowing her brow in concentration so she wouldn’t spill the shot glass filled to the brim in one of her hands. Percy had been a generous friend and paid for another round of drinks for the girls, but Keyleth didn’t dare to ask him to pay for an extra one for Vax, so she saved her shot, claiming she would prefer to take it upstairs. In hindsight, now that Keyleth thought about it, that had been a dumb idea, considering she hadn’t brought salt or lime. She took another sip of her now half-empty cocktail – this time she knew what to order, even though it flustered her to ask the barman for a Sex on the Beach – gaining the courage to cross the crowd, hoping she wouldn’t spill the drink on anyone.

Keyleth spotted Vax before he saw her, and suddenly the world seemed to slow down around her. He had taken off his jacket – Keyleth saw it from the corner of her eyes next to her purse – and stood in his t-shirt, its sleeves hugging his biceps tightly as they naturally flexed with his crossed arms. Keyleth took in the sight of him, observing how Vax relaxed when he finally saw her and the smirk of amusement as she stumbled across the dancefloor. It was the way he looked at her that made her heart race and her legs falter. She felt adored and revered, but at the same time, Vax had a hungry look that Keyleth had seen before, although never towards her, not until she met him.

“What do you have there?” Keyleth shuddered at his question. She could hear him clear as day, even through the loud music, which should have been impossible. She turned her head towards his voice and realized he was next to her, leaning into her ear. When had he gotten there?

“I–” Keyleth looked Vax in the eyes, but his gaze was so intense that her brain lost all capacity to form words. She just handed him the shot glass, hoping he didn’t notice the redness she bet had taken over her cheeks, considering how warm she felt.

“For me?” He asked, taking the glass from her. Keyleth shook her head too enthusiastically, and the world started spinning again. She reached her hand to steady herself, and suddenly Vax’s free arm warped itself around her waist, pulling her against him. Keyleth closed her eyes and leaned her forehead on his shoulder, cursing herself for accepting a second cocktail from Percy, and she felt, more than heard, the throaty groan once Vax downed his shot.

“Vax?” Keyleth straightened up, resting her chin on his shoulder but still keeping her eyes closed. He hummed in acknowledgment, leaning his head on her shoulder. “I think I’m drunk,” she giggled. Vax’s chuckle reverberated through her entire body.

“Do you want me to finish the rest of your drink?” He pulled her away slowly, smiling at her with an understanding look.

Keyleth’s eyes locked on his lips, and she wondered what they tasted and felt like. Were they soft or rough? Warm, for sure. Were they sweet, or did the tequila sour them? She wanted to kiss him and find out. She wanted to bite his lip and draw one of the groans that made her brain fuzzy–

“Keyleth?” The way Vax said her name sounded like a faint memory. It resembled the tone her father always used when he talked about her mom, which made Keyleth feel like she was about to melt.

“Hm?” She forced herself to focus. Work, brain. Stop being dumb.

“Let me take this. Why don’t you sit down for a moment?” Vax’s hand touched hers where she was holding her glass, and she allowed him to slip it out of her grasp. He quickly set it on the small table in the nook without letting go of Keyleth and then turned back to see her pouting at him.

“I want to dance. I promised you I would dance with you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. The room stopped spinning.” She said before she took a step away from Vax’s arms.

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Keyleth had been right when she told Vax she wasn’t the best dancer. As much as she tried, she was doing a poor job of keeping in rhythm with the beat, going so far as to accidentally bump into him once or twice, which Vax wasn’t sure if it was due to her natural clumsiness or the drinks she had that night. Still, and much to his surprise, her hands held Vax’s hands steadily as she waved their arms back and forth and to the sides, and Vax was glad no one was near them because they would have surely been hit already.

“Spin me,” Keyleth asked with a grin. Vax looked at her, confused for a moment, as she let go of one of his hands and stepped away as far as she could, still holding his other hand tightly. There was a second of realization about what she meant, only enough for Vax to brace himself before Keyleth spun around, wrapping herself with his arm and clashing against his body, accidentally stepping on his toes.

“Oof,” Vax let out a gush of air as she braced herself on his chest, laughing. “You were right. You’re terrible at this,” he joked. Keyleth slapped his chest playfully as her laughter subsided. If she noticed his arms were still wrapped around her, Keyleth didn’t mention anything or move away from him, so he just enjoyed the moment.

The music slowed, coming to a halt as the DJ grabbed a microphone, and Vax looked around to see everyone looking at the DJ expectantly.

“Alright, friends, we have a request tonight. This one is for all the lovely couples out there. So find your partner and get cozy.”

Front the corner of his eye, Vax noticed a purple shimmering blur dart across the dance floor towards the familiar figure of their roommate Pike, as Scanlan invited her to dance with a smug look on his face.

“Look,” Vax nudged Keyleth in their direction, who gasped as Scanlan dragged a willing Pike to the dancefloor and started to slow dance, his hands placed very respectfully on her back.

“Oh, they are not the only ones,” Keyleth smirked, nodding to a corner not far from where they were, where Percy’s blue jacket stood out, his arms wrapped around Vex’ahlia, who rested her head on his shoulder.

“May I have this dance,” Vax asked Keyleth, turning his back to his sister. He did not want to see whatever that was, and his only distraction was still wrapped in his arms.

“Oh, I–I can try.” Keyleth shrugged. “What do I–?” She waved her arms awkwardly around her torso, and Vax wrapped them around his neck, placing his hands on her waist and pulling her close to him.

“Like this,” He whispered, nuzzling his nose to her neck, and started swaying side to side slowly.

“It feels like a hug,” Keyleth mumbled, laying her head on Vax’s shoulder, her lips so close to the sensitive skin of his neck that Vax could feel her puffy breath.

Keyleth smelled like lavender and cinnamon, and her body felt really warm against his, probably due to all the drinks they had. Vax’s heart was beating so fast that he was sure she could feel it, if not on his chest, then the pulse on his neck.

“Thank you for tonight. I’m having so much fun.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Kiki.”

“Kiki… I like it,” Keyleth smiled against his neck, moving closer until her lips met his pulse point in a soft kiss. Vax’s heart stopped, and his entire body shuddered, but Keyleth didn’t do or say anything to let him know she had noticed it.

Vax knew why Keyleth had thanked him. He knew they had a mountain of homework and assignments due, and she would be at home stressing if he hadn’t agreed to go out. He knew that, had he said no, Keyleth wouldn’t have gone either, that he would have stayed home, in his bedroom, listening to music in the dark by himself, while Keyleth locked herself in her bedroom studying alone. Was she aware of the power she had in him? Did she know he couldn’t say no to her? Because here he was, arms full of her in the middle of a packed dancefloor, her scent driving him insane as he held on to every ounce of self-control he had to stop himself from kissing her. Vax couldn’t remember the last time he checked his surroundings. – Fuck. – He couldn’t remember where the emergency exit was, where he saw the nearest fire extinguisher, or if anyone looked suspicious. – Oh, no. – All Vax could think about was the beautiful, smart, and kindest woman dancing with him, the smell of her hair, the feel of her body pressed against his, and how much he wanted to kiss her. – I’m fucked.

The music stopped, and Keyleth brought her glimmering green eyes to his, the endless freckles on her face hiding under the redness of her cheeks, her lips parted as if they were calling him like a siren. Vax knew he would remember this moment for the rest of his days because it was then that he realized that he was completely and utterly in love with Keyleth.

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rf-times · 2 years

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[The reason women have had more legal success in the west is because women in the west have not had to deal with the turmoil of imperialism.]

this isn't even remotely true and i'm tired of having to read about white women saying that it's whitey who changed the course of history. the reason why women like me have to move half the world to be able to raise girls safely is because of religion's hold on our home countries. the west is merely lucky that they went through an enlightment period, while religion just got stricter and worse for the rest of us.

even if american imperialism would've never happened, it wouldn't have been a shred better. men picked religion over women over there long ago. over here, men get indoctorinated into having good values, which benefits us all much better.

What the hell are you talking about "Men get indoctrinated into having good values" . There were also literally still witch burnings when the "enlightenment" was happening.

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awesomehymieschniklefritzme · 6 months

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THE FIRST DATE

We stop off first at Jack In The Box, for some tacos before the movie. It makes me feel proud to pay for it. I ask her about the pictures on the wall. She tells me the guy in the Navy uniform was her father, he left them when she was like four or five years old, and she doesn’t remember much about him. She had another sister, an older one, who died of bronchitis when she was nine years old, that her mother worked two jobs, cleaning toilets by day, and offices at night. Her great grandmother was 102 years old, and had outlived two husbands. And she was thirteen when she was, Miss Teen Puerto Rico, in San Juan, but nothing ever happened with it after that.

I ask her why she doesn’t enter beauty pageants anymore, that she could definitely be Miss America. She smirks and says she doesn’t have time for that anymore, she’s got to make that money. And besides, only White girls ever get to be Miss America. By the time we finish eating, I feel more comfortable with her than I ever have before. I still don’t know what movie we’re going to see, though.

We get to the Liberty Theater, and there’s a double feature playing - Death Wish and Lipstick. Esperanza says she’s really looking forward to seeing Death Wish, and everybody’s been talking about it. Besides, she says she thinks Charles Bronson is so sexy. I go to get the tickets, while Esperanza stands off a little to the side.

“Can I see your ID?” asks the skeletal old black lady, at the ticket booth.

“Whadaya mean - ID? Why do I need -”

“These movies are rated R, you got to be at least seventeen to get in here, unless you’re accompanied by a guardian.”

“Accompanied by a guardian?! This is ridiculous. (I lower my voice) Of course I’m seventeen, I’m a senior at Roselle High.”

Well, I still got to see some ID.”

Panic starts to set in. I pull myself closer to her face, and lower my voice to a whisper.

“Please lady, gimme a break here; I’m on my first date with this girl - I -”

“I’m sorry, but it’s my job.”

“What’s the problem, honey?” Esperanza interrupts.

I - I forgot my ID,” I cut in, before the lady has a chance to say anything.

A slight scowl crosses Esperanza’s face. I immediately feel my johnson retract deep inside my tighty-whiteys.

We do get in, and I get the popcorn, trying to revive some vestige of my compromised manhood. But the embarrassment I just suffered there, feels like a mortal wound. As we sit at our seats during the coming attractions, I can’t even make myself look at her. She peeks at me with a sympathetic smile.

“Don’t worry about it, papi.”

My johnson expands just a little bit, a tiny portion of relief spreading over me. About five or ten minutes into the movie, there’s this pretty brutal scene where these junkies break into Bronson’s NYC apartment, rape his daughter, and kill his wife. I look at Esperanza, who’s motionless - and emotionless - then mumbles something in Spanish under her breath.

Suddenly, a wave of intense fear, then nausea, breaks over me. Scenes of the rape I witnessed last year, of Butch Finnegan in the high school bathroom, race vengefully and unexpectedly through my psyche. Fuck! I can’t believe this! I’ve buried those thoughts way out of my consciousness for the past year, and now, suddenly, I’m replaying them?! Or rather, they’re being replayed for me. Against my will, with all the same stomach-numbing feelings and reactions accompanying them. I’m silently battling with myself to remain conscious; holding down what I’m sure is going to be a torrent of vomit.

I just want to reach out and put my arm around Esperanza, I want – need - somebody to hold me, but I can’t do it. Every time I just about build up the courage, the inclination to make the move, Bronson shoots another thug! Esperanza would be lurching forward, nearly spilling the popcorn to the floor, shouting:

“Yeah, get him! Get that motherfucker, papi!”

The second movie, Lipstick, is starring this supermodel, Margaux Hemingway, in her first featured role as - what else? A model that gets raped by her little sister’s music teacher. And then as the movie ends, she winds up blowing away the guy’s guts all over the parking lot with a shotgun! Just as he now attempts to rape the little sister. The lights go up and everybody in the theater cheers victoriously. After four hours of rape and revenge, though, I feel drained and emotionally spent. Usually, violence doesn’t really affect me…why am I reacting this way? What am I - a punk? A pussy? A twinge of shame shadows over me as we walk silently to her car, and now driving quietly too. With only occasional peeks at each other, and quick (nervous on my part) smiles to break the spell. The gnawing sense that I have failed her in some way hounds me still, making me doubt that there has ever really been any chemistry at all. We cross over into Roselle, down First Avenue, heading to my house. Damn! I didn’t even get to kiss her tonight…and now I’m never going to see her again.

#the edge of whiteness

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thorntonkrell-blog-blog · 7 months

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Lynn gets up every morning before dawn to get her first copy of coffee. She unintentionally (?) wakes me up. At this peaceful time, the ideas that I encountered while falling asleep dawn on me and by the time I get out of bed, I can't wait to write them down as I'm doing right now.

Last night I was inspired to think about the pre-literal darkness that ended when I learned to read. I don't remember actually learning to read. I remember loving it when my parents would tel me stories. They were so smart and funny. Somewhere along the way, I noticed that when they told the stories they would look at something that was in front of them. I suspected that the stories were coming from that something. That something of course was a book.

I wanted to be smart and funny.

I wanted to tell stories like they did so I wanted a book in front of me. I would look at the book along with them while they read aloud. I would match the sounds with the symbols on the page which I learned were the words to the story. I began to decode those symbols. In this way, reading "dawned" on me. There was no struggle. There was no anxiety. Just a bit of darkness before the dawn.

Reading, of course is much more than decoding but everything starts someplace and decoding is the very beginning of the adventure.

Some of us start and stop there. Others go much, much, much further into avidity and voraciousness.

One of the reasons that some of us become avid readers is that we are always finding something to read and one thing somehow leads to another. For example on my first visit on my first visit to the Bookmobile, armed with my first library card and able to choose any book that caught my interestI, I discovered a book on Whales by Herbert S Zim.

As it turns out, Herbert S. Zim (1909-1994) was an American scientist, educator, and author known for his work in the field of natural history and science education. He was a prolific author, and many of his books were aimed at introducing young readers and the general public to various aspects of science and the natural world. Some of his most well-known works were part of the "Golden Guides" series, which included numerous pocket-sized field guides on a wide range of topics. Zim's "Golden Guides" covered subjects such as birds, insects, rocks and minerals, astronomy, weather, and more. These guides were designed to be accessible and informative, making science and nature accessible to a broad audience. They were often illustrated with detailed drawings and diagrams. I read all of his books and became determined to be a scientist. Zim sparked my interest and ignited my curiosity not only about science and the natural world but also about books in general.

I read 'em all. I assumed everybody else did as well.

Next was Dr. Seuss and I did the same with Seuss as I did with Zim.

Yeah, I started out thinking that reading was serious business; serious but still fun. Seuss introduced me to the power of whimsy and creativity in reading which led directly to baseball, baseball cards and Sport Magazine.

At first, I thought that baseball players weren't real. Men with names like Mickey Mantle, Yogi Berra, Duke Snider, Pee Wee Reese had to be mythical or fictional characters. These were tall tales. Until the '54 World Series when it became clear as black and white teevee that Willie Mays, Whitey Lockman, Johnny Antonelli, Windy McCall and Dusty Rhodes were indeed very real and I could read all about them in Sport Magazine.

"Sport Magazine" was a popular sports magazine that was published in the United States from 1946 to 2000. It was known for its coverage of a wide range of sports, including baseball, football, basketball, boxing, golf, and more. It was initially intended to compete with other sports magazines of the time, such as "Sporting News."

The magazine was published on a monthly basis. The magazine covered a variety of sports, offering in-depth articles, interviews with athletes, profiles, analysis, and photography. It provided a comprehensive look at the world of sports and was known for its high-quality writing and visual content. "Sport Magazine" featured contributions from prominent sports writers and photographers, and it provided a platform for many talented journalists and photographers to showcase their work."Sport Magazine" was well-received by sports enthusiasts and readers interested in sports coverage. I read Sport Magazine every month and assumed that everybody else did.

Also at about this time I started reading the Police Gazette when we went to visit my grandparents in Holcomb. The Police Gazette was a publication with a long and storied history, often associated with sensational and tabloid-style reporting. It was first published in the United States in the mid-19th century, and it continued to be published into the 20th century. The magazine covered a wide range of topics, including crime, sports, entertainment, and human interest stories.

Suddenly I was exposed to a wide variety of writing styles and topics, which, in hindsight, contributed to my eclectic reading habit. and desire to learn about the cultural and social interests of our times. The adults would gather in the living room to talk. I would head to the porch to read.

It was also on this porch that I discovered Ring Magazine.

Ring Magazine is a widely recognized and respected boxing publication that has been in existence since 1922. It is often referred to as "The Bible of Boxing" due to its authoritative coverage of the sport.

Ring Magazine was founded by Nat Fleischer, a boxing historian and journalist, in 1922. Since its inception, the magazine has been a primary source of information and analysis for boxing enthusiasts and professionals. Ring Magazine covered a wide range of boxing-related topics, including in-depth profiles of boxers, fight previews and reviews, rankings of fighters in various weight classes, historical features, and analysis of boxing matches and events.

The magazine is known for its influential Ring Ratings, which are considered among the most credible and widely referenced fighter rankings in the boxing world. These rankings provide a valuable resource for fans, journalists, and promoters to assess the standing of boxers in their respective weight divisions.

I didn't realize it at the time but Ring Magazine was my introduction to eidectic learning. I studied it. I analyzed it. I memorized all the champions in all the weight classes. I memorized all of the top ten boxers in every weight division every month.

I was getting hip to a new kind of reading.

I thought everybody was.

Around this time, my father took me to my first professional wrestling match: Vern Gagne versus Yukon EricChat. We had ringside seats in Rochester's brand new War Memorial Auditorium

I could see the sweat flying off of their bodies and hear the pounding and slamming that was going on int the ring. I was a little scared of Yukon Eric. Everythins was much more real than it had been on Teevee.

Because of my precocious knowledge of boxing history, the men in my family allowed me to sit with them and watch Sugar Ray Robinson regain his middleweight title from BoBo Olsen. I knew as much if not more about the fight than did my adult relatives, all big fight fans who never missed the Gilette Friday night fights.

Of course, while all this was going down, I was a big time comic book reader. I loved Superman and Batman but most of all the horror comics. I was sad when the horror comics were discontinued. I couldn't figure out why they would become forbidden.

I filled the breech in two ways. I started reading, studying and collecting Classics illustrated comics. I absorbed the plot of books such as Frankenstein, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, Red Badge of Courage, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, David Copperfield, Oliver Twist, Tom Sawyer, Huck Finn, The Three Musketeers, Uncle Tom's Cabin, Black Beauty, The Call of the Wild and King Arthur. I even got my first glimpse of Hamlet.

Next was Mad Magazine. Once again, I read every page of every monthly issue at the cost of 25 cents (cheap). I was learning the meaning of satire, parody and sub-culture.

I loved it.

I though everybody did.

By this time, I was a Boy Scout as well as an altar boy. I read from my daily missile and started to learn Latin. I subscribed to Boy's Life magazine and devoured that every month.

I was reading the Catholic Courier and checking the movie ratings every week.

I was reading both of our daily papers; the Democrat and Cgronicle in the morning and the Times Union in the evening.

My father bought me a subscription to Sports Illustrated.

I was off to high school.

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Features: Ring Magazine often publishes exclusive interviews with prominent fighters and figures in the boxing industry, offering insights into the sport and the personal stories of boxers.

Awards: The magazine presents annual awards, including Fighter of the Year and Fight of the Year, recognizing outstanding performances in the world of boxing.

Ring Hall of Fame: Ring Magazine established the Ring Hall of Fame, honoring the sport's greatest fighters, trainers, and contributors. Being inducted into the Ring Hall of Fame is a prestigious recognition in the boxing world.

Ring Magazine has played a significant role in documenting the history of boxing and providing a platform for insightful commentary and analysis of the sport. It continues to be a respected and influential publication in the world of boxing journalism, and its authoritative rankings and reporting are valued by boxing enthusiasts and professionals alike.

It was known for its lurid and attention-grabbing headlines. It's interesting to note that your reading experience included a diverse range of publications, from "Sport Magazine" with its focus on sports journalism to the Police Gazette, which often featured more sensational and controversial content. Your reading journey at the time likely exposed you to a wide variety of writing styles and topics, which can contribute to a well-rounded and eclectic reading habit. The Police Gazette, while known for its sensationalism, also played a role in capturing the cultural and social interests of its time. It's an example of how different publications can reflect the diverse interests and curiosities of their readers. Y

Legacy: Despite its closure, "Sport Magazine" is remembered fondly by many sports fans for its contributions to sports journalism. Its archives are still a valuable resource for those interested in the history of sports and sports media in the mid-to-late 20th century.

Then I ran into Dr. Seuss. Zim's contributions to science education and popular science writing helped inspire a love for nature and science in many readers, particularly young people. His books continue to be cherished resources for those interested in exploring the natural world.

It's wonderful to hear about your love for reading and how one book can lead to another, opening up new avenues of discovery and knowledge. The journey of exploration through books is a delightful and enriching experience that many avid readers can relate to.

The book you mentioned, "Whales" by Herbert S. Zim, might have sparked your interest in marine life, the natural world, or related topics. This is often how reading works—it ignites curiosity and can lead you down a path of continuous learning. As you delve into one book, you might find references to other books or authors, leading you to explore different subjects and gain a deeper understanding of the world.

Books have the power to inspire, educate, and take you on intellectual adventures. They can be a gateway to new interests and a means of expanding your horizons. So, keep following your reading journey, and you'll likely encounter even more fascinating books that pique your interest and broaden your knowledge. Happy reading!

do you have any information about Zim?ChatGPT

Herbert S. Zim (1909-1994) was an American scientist, educator, and author known for his work in the field of natural history and science education. He was a prolific author, and many of his books were aimed at introducing young readers and the general public to various aspects of science and the natural world. Some of his most well-known works were part of the "Golden Guides" series, which included numerous pocket-sized field guides on a wide range of topics.

Zim's "Golden Guides" covered subjects such as birds, insects, rocks and minerals, astronomy, weather, and more. These guides were designed to be accessible and informative, making science and nature accessible to a broad audience. They were often illustrated with detailed drawings and diagrams.

Zim's contributions to science education and popular science writing helped inspire a love for nature and science in many readers, particularly young people. His books continue to be cherished resources for those interested in exploring the natural world.

If you have specific questions about Herbert S. Zim or his work, please feel free to ask, and I'll do my best to provide more information.

One of the reasons that some of us become avid readers is that we are always finding something to read and one thing someho leads to another. For example on my first visit to the Bookmobile I discovered a book on Whales by Herbert s Zim. As it turns out, Herbert S. Zim (1909-1994) was an American scientist, educator, and author known for his work in the field of natural history and science education. He was a prolific author, and many of his books were aimed at introducing young readers and the general public to various aspects of science and the natural world. Some of his most well-known works were part of the "Golden Guides" series, which included numerous pocket-sized field guides on a wide range of topics. Zim's "Golden Guides" covered subjects such as birds, insects, rocks and minerals, astronomy, weather, and more. These guides were designed to be accessible and informative, making science and nature accessible to a broad audience. They were often illustrated with detailed drawings and diagrams. I read all of his books and became determined to be a scientist. Then I ran into Dr. Seuss. Zim's contributions to science education and popular science writing helped inspire a love for nature and science in many readers, particularly young people. His books continue to be cherished resources for those interested in exploring the natural world.ChatGPT

It's wonderful to hear about your personal journey with reading and how Herbert S. Zim's books played a significant role in inspiring your interest in science and the natural world. Zim's "Golden Guides" are indeed highly regarded for their accessibility and educational value, especially for young readers. These guides have had a lasting impact on generations of budding scientists and nature enthusiasts.

Your transition from Zim's books to Dr. Seuss, whose works are known for their creativity and whimsy, represents the diverse and enriching experiences that reading can offer. It's a testament to the power of literature to shape our interests and aspirations.

Both Zim and Dr. Seuss have made substantial contributions to literature, education, and inspiring readers of all ages. Your journey from science to creative storytelling highlights the wide range of experiences and knowledge that reading can provide. Thank you for sharing your story, and I hope your passion for both science and creative literature continues to flourish.

It's fascinating to hear about your literary journey, which highlights how reading can lead to a lifelong passion for learning and discovery. Herbert S. Zim's "Golden Guides" have been instrumental in introducing countless readers, especially young ones, to the wonders of the natural world and science. His books are celebrated for their accessibility and educational value, and it's clear that they had a profound impact on your life, sparking your interest in science.

Your journey, from aspiring to be a scientist inspired by Zim's works to encountering the whimsy of Dr. Seuss, exemplifies how literature can shape our interests and offer a wide range of experiences. It's a testament to the power of books to guide us on intellectual and imaginative adventures. Thank you for sharing your story, and may your love for both science and creative literature continue to thrive.

The transition from Zim's science guides to Dr. Seuss, known for his imaginative and creative storytelling, shows the diverse and multifaceted world of literature. Dr. Seuss's works often ignite creativity and a love for language, making reading an enjoyable and enriching experience for readers of all ages. Yeah, I started out thinking that reading was serious business; serious but still fun. Seuss introduced me to the power of whimsy and creativity in reading which led directly to baseball, baseball cards and Sport MagazineChatGPT

It's remarkable how your journey through reading has evolved and branched into various interests. Your experience reflects the multifaceted nature of literature and its ability to introduce us to different aspects of life and culture.

Starting with serious yet fun reading, guided by Herbert S. Zim's science guides, and then transitioning to Dr. Seuss's whimsical and creative storytelling, you discovered the joy of imagination and creativity in literature. This shift in perspective, brought about by Dr. Seuss, opened doors to new interests, such as baseball, baseball cards, and sports culture.

This shows the power of literature to not only educate but also to inspire and entertain, leading us on unexpected and delightful journeys of exploration. Your story underscores how reading can shape our lives and interests, and it's a testament to the diverse and enriching world of books.

It's not uncommon for young readers to initially view famous figures, like baseball players with larger-than-life names, as almost mythical or fictional characters. The power of televised events, such as the 1954 World Series, can bring these sports legends to life and show that they are indeed real individuals with incredible talents.

Magazines like Sport Magazine can further bridge the gap between the world of sports and readers, allowing you to learn more about these athletes and their real-life achievements. This experience of seeing the athletes on TV and then reading about them in publications like Sport Magazine likely deepened your interest in sports and provided you with a connection to the world of professional athletes.

It's a testament to the role of various media, including books, magazines, and television, in shaping our perceptions and interests, and how they can all come together to offer a well-rounded understanding of the world around us. Your journey from disbelief to fascination with these real-life sports heroes is a great example of how different forms of media can enrich our lives and expand our horizons.

what can you tell me about Sport magazine ChatGPT

Founding and History: "Sport Magazine" was founded in 1946 by Macfadden Publications. It was initially intended to compete with other sports magazines of the time, such as "Sporting News." The magazine was published on a monthly basis.

Content: The magazine covered a variety of sports, offering in-depth articles, interviews with athletes, profiles, analysis, and photography. It provided a comprehensive look at the world of sports and was known for its high-quality writing and visual content.

Notable Contributors: Over the years, "Sport Magazine" featured contributions from prominent sports writers and photographers, and it provided a platform for many talented journalists and photographers to showcase their work.

Popularity: "Sport Magazine" was well-received by sports enthusiasts and readers interested in sports coverage. It gained a substantial following during its existence.

Demise: The magazine experienced financial difficulties in the late 1990s, which eventually led to its demise. "Sport Magazine" ceased publication in 2000.

It's important to note that "Sport Magazine" should not be confused with other sports publications that may have similar names. While the magazine itself is no longer in circulation, its historical impact on sports journalism and its role in covering various sports make it a notable part of American sports media history.

At first, I thought that baseball players were'nt real. Men with names like Mickey Mantle, Yogi Berra, Duke Snider. These were tall tales. Until the 54 World Series when it became clear on teevee that Willie Mays, Whitey Lockman, Johnny Antonelli, Windy McCall and Dusty Rhodes were indeed very real and I could read all about them in Sport Magazine. Sport Magazine" was founded in 1946 by Macfadden Publications. It was initially intended to compete with other sports magazines of the time, such as "Sporting News." The magazine was published on a monthly basis. Content: The magazine covered a variety of sports, offering in-depth articles, interviews with athletes, profiles, analysis, and photography. It provided a comprehensive look at the world of sports and was known for its high-quality writing and visual content. Notable Contributors: Over the years, "Sport Magazine" featured contributions from prominent sports writers and photographers, and it provided a platform for many talented journalists and photographers to showcase their work. Popularity: "Sport Magazine" was well-received by sports enthusiasts and readers interested in sports coverage. It gained a substantial following during its existence. Demise: The magazine experienced financial difficulties in the late 1990s, which eventually led to its demise. "Sport Magazine" ceased publication in 2000. Legacy: Despite its closure, "Sport Magazine" is remembered fondly by many sports fans for its contributions to sports journalism. Its archives are still a valuable resource for those interested in the history of sports and sports media in the mid-to-late 20th century. It's important to note that "Sport Magazine" should not be confused with other sports publications that may have similar names. While the magazine itself is no longer in circulation, its historical impact on sports journalism and its role in covering various sports make it a notable part of American sports media history. ChatGPT

Thank you for providing additional details about your experience and for summarizing the information about "Sport Magazine." Your personal connection to the magazine and its role in introducing you to the world of sports and athletes like Willie Mays, Whitey Lockman, Johnny Antonelli, Windy McCall, and Dusty Rhodes highlights the magazine's impact on sports enthusiasts and budding fans.

"Sport Magazine" played a significant role in sports journalism and contributed to the appreciation of sports by covering a wide range of athletic events and athletes. Its legacy lives on as a part of American sports media history, even though it is no longer in publication. Your recollections of this magazine underscore the lasting influence that such publications can have on readers, helping them explore and engage with the world of sports and athletes in a meaningful way.

The Police Gazette was a publication with a long and storied history, often associated with sensational and tabloid-style reporting. It was first published in the United States in the mid-19th century, and it continued to be published into the 20th century. The magazine covered a wide range of topics, including crime, sports, entertainment, and human interest stories. It was known for its lurid and attention-grabbing headlines.

It's interesting to note that your reading experience included a diverse range of publications, from "Sport Magazine" with its focus on sports journalism to the Police Gazette, which often featured more sensational and controversial content. Your reading journey at the time likely exposed you to a wide variety of writing styles and topics, which can contribute to a well-rounded and eclectic reading habit.

The Police Gazette, while known for its sensationalism, also played a role in capturing the cultural and social interests of its time. It's an example of how different publications can reflect the diverse interests and curiosities of their readers. Your recollection of reading it during visits to your grandparents' house provides a unique glimpse into the reading material available at the time and the variety of influences on your early reading experiences.

our recollection of reading it during visits to your grandparents' house provides a unique glimpse into the reading material available at the time and the variety of influences on your early reading experiences.ChatGPT

Your recollection of reading the Police Gazette during visits to your grandparents' house adds another layer to your early reading experiences. The Police Gazette's history as a sensational and attention-grabbing publication, along with its coverage of crime, sports, entertainment, and human interest stories, illustrates the diverse and sometimes quirky range of reading material available in the past.

It's indeed fascinating how different publications can reflect the cultural and social interests of their respective eras. Your exposure to various reading materials, from sports magazines to sensational tabloids, likely contributed to your broad and eclectic reading habits. This exposure can shape one's perspective and interests, offering a rich tapestry of knowledge and experiences through the printed word.

Reading different types of publications can also provide insights into the evolution of media and journalism over time, highlighting the changing tastes and preferences of readers and the dynamic nature of the publishing industry. Your memories of reading the Police Gazette help capture a unique snapshot of the reading culture of the time and the diversity of influences on your early literary journey.

It's fascinating how your reading journey continued to evolve and branch out into different areas of interest. The Police Gazette, with its coverage of boxers and wrestlers, piqued your interest in combat sports. This natural progression from one publication to another, in this case, from the sensational reporting of the Police Gazette to the more specialized and in-depth coverage of combat sports in Ring Magazine, illustrates how reading can be a gateway to exploring specific passions and hobbies.

This journey exemplifies how reading can be both a source of education and entertainment while also serving as a guide to exploring new interests and hobbies. Your transition from one publication to another is a great example of how literature can lead us down new and exciting paths of discovery and learning.

Meanwhile, back at the Bookmobile, I discovered John R. Tunis.

John Roberts Tunis (1889-1975) was an American author best known for his sports-themed books, particularly those written for young readers. He made a significant impact on sports literature and remains celebrated for his ability to combine engaging storytelling with important life lessons. Here are some key points about John R. Tunis:

John R. Tunis wrote numerous books, many of which were centered on sports, particularly baseball. His books are widely regarded for their authenticity and for capturing the essence of sports and the lessons they can teach. Most of Tunis's works were written for a young adult audience. His ability to connect with young readers and provide stories that were not only entertaining but also instructive made him a beloved author among young sports enthusiasts.

I was one of those budding sports fans and I wasn't alone.

Tunis's books often delved into themes of sportsmanship, teamwork, perseverance, and the personal growth of young athletes. He used sports as a backdrop to convey important life values and principles. I read every Tunis book the Bookmobile had and I learned that the Bookmobile could request other books from other libraries. Beautiful. I read, I requested, I read some more.

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Watching live professional wrestling events can be a thrilling and immersive experience. It's an opportunity to witness the athleticism, storytelling, and larger-than-life characters that make professional wrestling a beloved form of entertainment for many fans.

Your father's decision to take you to a wrestling match likely deepened your interest in the world of professional wrestling and added to the rich tapestry of your reading and entertainment experiences during that time. It's moments like these that often leave a lasting impact and fond memories.

They let me into the teevee room when Sugar Ray Robinson knocked out BoBo Olson,ChatGPT

Watching historic sporting events like Sugar Ray Robinson's knockout of BoBo Olson can be a memorable and exhilarating experience. Sugar Ray Robinson was one of the most celebrated boxers in the history of the sport, known for his exceptional boxing skills and remarkable career. His fights, especially those with dramatic outcomes like knockout victories, often drew significant attention and excitement.

Being allowed into the "teevee room" to witness such a momentous event would have undoubtedly left a lasting impression, and it's no wonder that it became a memorable part of your experiences during that time. Sporting events, especially those featuring legendary athletes like Sugar Ray Robinson, can be moments of shared excitement and enthusiasm, creating lasting memories for fans and enthusiasts.

Around this time, I discovered John R. Tunis and read all of his books.ChatGPT

Discovering and reading all the books by John R. Tunis would have been a rewarding literary journey. John R. Tunis was a prolific author known for his sports-themed books, particularly those aimed at young readers. His works often combined sports stories with important life lessons, making them both entertaining and educational.

Tunis's books frequently featured themes related to sportsmanship, teamwork, and the personal growth of young athletes. They resonated with readers, particularly young sports enthusiasts, and contributed to their understanding of not only the games themselves but also the values and principles associated with sports.

Your exploration of John R. Tunis's books likely deepened your love for sports literature and provided you with valuable insights into the world of athletics and the character-building aspects of sports. Reading his works could have been an influential and enjoyable part of your reading journey during that time.

Tell me more about TunisChatGPT

Prolific Author: John R. Tunis wrote numerous books, many of which were centered on sports, particularly baseball. His books are widely regarded for their authenticity and for capturing the essence of sports and the lessons they can teach.

Young Adult Literature: Most of Tunis's works were written for a young adult audience. His ability to connect with young readers and provide stories that were not only entertaining but also instructive made him a beloved author among young sports enthusiasts.

Themes: Tunis's books often delved into themes of sportsmanship, teamwork, perseverance, and the personal growth of young athletes. He used sports as a backdrop to convey important life values and principles.

Notable Works: Some of his well-known books include "The Kid from Tomkinsville," "Highpockets," "Keystone Kids," and "Yankee Stadium." These stories typically revolved around baseball and touched on various aspects of the sport.

Sports Journalism: In addition to his fiction writing, John R. Tunis had a career in sports journalism. He contributed to publications such as "The New Yorker" and "The Saturday Evening Post," and his experience in sports writing informed the authenticity of his books.

Legacy: John R. Tunis's legacy is enduring, as his books continue to be appreciated by readers of all ages. His unique ability to capture the spirit of sports and convey life's important lessons through his stories has made his works timeless.

Tunis's books have inspired generations of young readers and have contributed to the enduring popularity of sports literature. His focus on character development, sportsmanship, and the human aspects of athletics makes his work not only entertaining but also valuable for readers interested in sports and personal growth.

As it turns out. I wasn't alone. Prolific Author: John R. Tunis wrote numerous books, many of which were centered on sports, particularly baseball. His books are widely regarded for their authenticity and for capturing the essence of sports and the lessons they can teach. Young Adult Literature: Most of Tunis's works were written for a young adult audience. His ability to connect with young readers and provide stories that were not only entertaining but also instructive made him a beloved author among young sports enthusiasts. Themes: Tunis's books often delved into themes of sportsmanship, teamwork, perseverance, and the personal growth of young athletes. He used sports as a backdrop to convey important life values and principles. Notable Works: Some of his well-known books include "The Kid from Tomkinsville," "Highpockets," "Keystone Kids," and "Yankee Stadium." These stories typically revolved around baseball and touched on various aspects of the sport. Sports Journalism: In addition to his fiction writing, John R. Tunis had a career in sports journalism. He contributed to publications such as "The New Yorker" and "The Saturday Evening Post," and his experience in sports writing informed the authenticity of his books. Legacy: John R. Tunis's legacy is enduring, as his books continue to be appreciated by readers of all ages. His unique ability to capture the spirit of sports and convey life's important lessons through his stories has made his works timeless. Tunis's books have inspired generations of young readers and have contributed to the enduring popularity of sports literature. His focus on character development, sportsmanship, and the human aspects of athletics makes his work not only entertaining but also valuable for readers interested in sports and personal growth.ChatGPT

It's evident that John R. Tunis left a significant impact on the world of sports literature, particularly through his young adult books that explored the world of sports while imparting important life lessons. His ability to connect with young readers and convey themes of sportsmanship, teamwork, and personal growth in an engaging and authentic manner has made his works enduring and beloved.

The fact that you weren't alone in your appreciation of John R. Tunis's books underscores the widespread influence and appeal of his writing. Many readers of different generations have found inspiration and enjoyment in his stories, making him a cherished figure in the realm of sports literature.

Tunis's contributions to both fiction writing and sports journalism, along with his dedication to highlighting the human aspects of athletics, have left a lasting legacy, and his books continue to be appreciated by readers interested in sports and personal development. His work remains a testament to the power of literature to connect with and influence readers, especially young sports enthusiasts.

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seeing upper middle class whiteys get mad about their privacy when they bought ring cameras made by amazon is so funny. it’s like the perfect intersection of police surveillance state and white paranoia of course it’s still overwhelmingly bad and you should take a hammer to one every time you see it, but i still can’t help but laugh when i hear about it

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Chapter 10. ディーバ (Diva)

‘A long time ago, there's three masters in a fictional world. Three legendary sorceresses who create this world, when humans discover an invention of arts. From ancient times until now.

The 1st Master, Power of Light and Life. Sirius.

The 2nd Master, Power of Darkness and Death. Erebus.

The 3rd Master, Power of Balance. Can control both Light and Darkness. Asteria.

The three masters have a great bonding to protect and create this fictional world. After 100 years, their power heritage is already being given to the next generation for this world.

Ainz Ooal Gown, keeper of Master Erebus's power. Leader of Anti-heroes and villains.

Artoria Pendragon, keeper of Master Sirius's power. Leader of Heroes.

And last, Yen Sid, keeper of Master Asteria's power.

Yen Sid has been chosen with these three masters responsible to keep the Balance safely. While Ainz and Artoria will do their job to make sure all fictions of the protagonist and antagonist live together…’

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Kichiko wakes up from her sleep after having a dream of someone's past. She is surprised that Artoria, the servant saber she met, seems to have a connection with Yen Sid and Ainz. The clock on her desk bed shows 4 a.m., snuggled up her blanket while staring at the Book of Paracosm next to her pillow. “...That was an odd dream, but…what it feels so real? Like a documentary?” Kichiko ponders and embraces the Book of Paracosm.

Ring! Ring!

The girl is astonished to hear her phone ringing, in the early morning? Who could that be? To find out, she answers the calls.

“Hello?”

“Kichiko, sorry if I call you in the early morning…it's me, Sari!”

“Oh, Sari-chan. But…why does the tone of your voice sound different?” Kichiko is suspicious.

“You are just imagining it, of course I am still drowsy. But…I want you to go to Gyeongbokgung palace. Meet me there, today.”

The phone is off, most Kichiko feel something strange is the Book of Paracosm didn't show any clues this early morning. If this is really important, then she doesn't have a choice to go there by herself, since Sari(?) wants to meet her there. “Looks like I need to prepare myself, should I call Fou or Artoria?...No, Sari is already there so there's no need to be worried I guess.” Kichiko murmurs as she gets off from her bed.

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“So, Mizuki-san…are you done inviting raconteur to the location that I mentioned to you?” White Rock Shooter asks her fellow alliance.

So it was Mizuki Hotaru, who's calling Kichiko this early morning by mimicking Sari's voice. “It's already by following your wish…” Mizuki replied coldly. White Rock Shooter moves forward to the hybrid vampire and stops next to hers. “Well done, I'll neblade 'breakfast' first while waiting for raconteur (Kichiko) to come to our place…I want you to keep her busy for a bit.” White Rock Shooter says with a mysterious smile. “Ah…I can't wait to play with her in my 'game'.”

Mizuki just silent and walks away, disappearing between the mist in five seconds. White Rock Shooter walking through the hallway in Nefarious palace headquarters after talking with Mizuki Hotaru. “Leaving so soon?” Hazama standing and laid back on the wall, notices White Rock Shooter is going to leave from this place. “Hazama-san…I know we're the same rank rulers here, Lord Shedim already ordered me to take care of the raconteur and return the book to her…” White Rock Shooter turns around to Hazama in alpha mode. “If you try to stop me…you know the consequence.”

Hazama chuckles while lift up his black fedora hat them walk towards to her, “Aw Whitey, I just come here to bless you on your dealing with that little brat…I am just to make sure our mistress Shedim's plan won't failed~” Hazama says slowly into deep voice tone to White Rock Shooter like taunting. “Just because we're the same rank…it doesn't mean I am always NICE to you.” sounds like Hazama didn't want to go easy on White Rock Shooter forgetting that Book of Paracosm by herself.

“Ho? Unlike you who wanted its power for domination, you and the 'other' you. Most of my focus is the human child's ability. Once I'm neblade her, then I'll take and figure out how to use the book before I give it to lady Shedim. If you excuse…” White Rock Shooter did her speech 'talk back' to Hazama and left him between the mist portal.

“...That b***h.” Hazama mutters.

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Gyeongbokgung palace. Is commonly referred to as the Northern Palace because its location is furthest north when compared to the neighboring palaces of Changdeokgung (Eastern Palace) and Gyeonghuigung (Western Palace). Gyeongbokgung Palace is arguably the most beautiful, and remains the largest of all five palaces.

The most representative edifices of the Joseon dynasty, Gyeonghoeru Pavilion and the pond around Hyangwonjeong Pavilion have remained relatively intact. The raised dias and stone markers of Geunjeongjeon showcase the representative art style of their time. The National Palace Museum of Korea is located outside of Heungnyemun Gate, and the National Folk Museum is located on the eastern side of Hyangwonjeong Pavilion.

The clock is ticking to 6 a.m, Gyeongbokgung palace is still empty and there's no visitors yet this early morning. Kichiko already made it her destination by the help of the Book of Paracosm on the teleportation portal. She herself also feels bad that she didn't call anyone who'll accompany her these days, since it's Sari(?) who's calling her on her phone.

This place is really majestic and stunning, mostly used for random drama TV movies here. She still remembers her cousins who's big fans of K-Pop and K-Drama shows every weekend. Such memories she remembers back before became outcast fiction. Even though she's alone now, she believes she can do this by herself this time and then walk through the palace's gate to the palace's front field.

“Sari? Sari? I'm already here, where are you?” Kichiko calls her name once she's in the front entrance at the palace. Sadly, not a single sound comes from Sari. Kichiko tried to call her from phone but she didn't pick up.

“I am the one who calls you…human.”

Kichiko astonish and quickly turn around to find that voice, she spotted adult teenage girl, same like her age, sat down on staircase palace entrance while cross legs. Wearing a bartender uniform white,black, and red vest with short spam skirt. Her hair is black length, velvet 'dawn' eyes with white slit pupils, and a scar mark on her right eyes.

“Y…you, it's you I saw you in the park two days ago at night. And wait…what do you mean you're the one who calls me here?” Kichiko asks her in confusion. The mysterious girl looks unamused to see Kichiko's appearance while crossing her arms. “My client who's commanded me to deal with you, human. That is why I mimic one of your pesky cyborg girl (Sari) voices to bait you here…My name is Mizuki Hotaru…” Mizuki carefully stands up as she walks down from the staircase entrance. Every the sound clicks of her black heels clicks she stepping down staircase, Mizuki appearance aura looked like highest queen, oddly the Book of Paracosm didn't reaction of any Vad Fragments inside Mizuki. Is she really completely not brainwashed by Vad Fragments, or something?

“Ano…are you on their side…or not?” Kichiko asks. Mizuki stops in the ground even a little far from Kichiko's distance. “...I have my own business, yes I'm part of their side…it doesn't mean I'm not the same as those fools who want to do anything for the sake of following their ruler's wishes.” Mizuki answered in a cold tone. Slowly took out a whip metal wand from her belt skirt spam as she played it by making crack sounds from side to side. “Prepare yourself.” Mizuki dash to Kichiko in 5 seconds when the navy-haired female loses her guard.

Kichiko is shocked as she quickly moves back to avoid Mizuki's slam whip. The whip weapon so easily cracked to stone ground in shatter. Mizuki leaping off the ground and landing a blow on Kichiko before her form disappears like a shadow mist. Kichiko quickly uses the Book of Paracosm into blade-gun shape and ready to battle. Mizuki proceeds to push Kichiko back with a flurry of blows, forcing her back to the palace's wall. Kichiko launches off of the palace's wall and retaliates with a flurry of swipes from her blade-gun, forcing Mizuki to tuck her metal whip stick behind her and dodge every strike.

As Kichiko misses several kicks along the swing slash of her blade-gun, she manages to strike Mizuki in the chin through a handstand kick with both feet, where Kichiko triple leaps, as Mizuki there does tango spinning while swinging her whip by summons slash flames to try hit Kichiko.

The two girls are so flexible and quick and agile like a tango dancer. Mizuki uses her whip again to send some statues flying into Kichiko, followed by her unleashing a combo of kicks and swipe whip strikes while dodging Kichiko's blade-gun slash and shooting bullet. Kichiko sees an opening to grab Mizuki in the middle of another kick, and proceeds to catch her, throwing the diminutive fighter into the palace.

“You are a professional fighter! But I notice that you're a vampire. If I were right.”

Kichiko says and then does a back flip jump to deliver two airborne leaping kicks, both of which miss, followed by a series of punches and kicks, all of which are blocked by Mizuki and her metal whip stick. However, Kichiko jumps off Mizuki, uses her blade-gun as a second launching point and sends herself towards her opponent, barely missing a strike with her ice bullet from her blade-gun, Kichiko proceeds to jump far away from Mizuki to take a break for a minute.

“Hmph, seems I underestimate you, human. I thought humans like you are so weak like insects… But it doesn't matter anymore since you're become part outcast fictional like us.” Mizuki says a little mocking to her while cracking her fist.

“Whatever you said, I am still confused. Who's Shedim? Why are those antagonist fictions being corrupted by those Vad Fragments? I want to know more and find these answers.” Kichiko keeps asking many questions and believes that Mizuki knows these mystery cases about the Book of Paracosm.

“I am just an executor contract, not your 'mentor'.” Suddenly, Mizuki dash and charges at Kichiko. But the girl did manage to avoid it by doing a backflip and reappears a few feet away behind Mizuki. Kichiko holds Blade-gun in a defensive stance, while Mizuki begins to attack with the whip form to summon lightning swift. Kichiko dodges and rolls. She runs along the walls and tables in the palace lobby as Mizuki tries to use her whip to hit her. Kichiko manages to dodge and block Mizuki's attacks, both of them do En Garde each other when the black hair girl makes her whip into a katana form. The two then lock blades with each other.

But Mizuki's vision is suddenly glitchy like seeing something inside Kichiko…like a soul or someone who already possesses her?...from that glitch vision, see like a spirit who seems to stare at Mizuki like a dead cold stare. Mizuki groans and pushes Kichiko backwards. Kichiko is surprised as she tries not to lose balance after being pushed too hard by her. ‘She suddenly pushes me…but her appearance looks different from the first time she attacked me. Is she seeing a ghost or something?’ Kichiko thought about it.

Mizuki, still silent and confused, puts her whip metal stick behind her back belt as she ponders for a moment. Absorbing by stare at Kichiko from head to toe, then standing closer to hers. “It seems you have 'her' inside of you…it's been 100 years someone has already been chosen by 'her' from that book.” Mizuki says in a serious tone with no jokes.

'Her'? What's Mizuki talking about? Kichiko is confused. But she remembers the moment when she found that magic book, she did hear a voice call her and then pull her into that fictional word. Could it be…that Mizuki mentioned it?

The vampire hybrid sees Kichiko looks confused, sighs deeply as she walks toward her then stops next to her before she whispers. “Your skills still need more improvement, we'll meet again next time. Good luck, human…” Mizuki says before walking away then transforms into raven bird forms as she flies away. Kichiko quickly turned around and saw her in raven bird form before she disappeared between clouds. That Mizuki girl…she knows about something that she mentions 'her'. But again, Kichiko turns around and grips the Book of Paracosm that's still in blade-gun form to ready her mind to face this mysterious person who did command Mizuki to come here.

“I can do this…I know that I can't always ask for everyone's help. I must do it myself this time.” Kichiko thought about it and nodded before moving forward to the entrance room to the emperor throne place.

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Once Kichiko was already inside the emperor's room, she spotted White Rock Shooter sitting on the emperor's throne while sipping a cup of tea. Kichiko stared silently, she suddenly got a vision past…White Rock Shooter's memory past, the moment White Rock Shooter loves humans and turns out to hate them because she's being betrayed when she was going to eat her own clones.

White Rock Shooter felt the girl's present as she looked in front of her and nodded slowly. “...?!” Kichiko gasped, one or three torn clothes spread around the area. She recognized those clothes, they're the famous outcast fictional in social media art. “Those…OC fictions…what did you do to them?!” Kichiko runs and kneels down in shock.

“Oh, I was looking for 'breakfast' and those foolish OC fictions tried to stop me. Pretending they're worthy become heroes without thought and permission from commander Ash…so I neblade those three. At least, you're already here, raconteur (Kichiko)...I have been waiting so long.” White Rock Shooter explains and looks away so coldly. White Rock Shooter didn't care about those OC fictions, for her, they're just weak fictions. In the game version, White Rock Shooter is only interested in her own world. Love herself, attention to herself, and thinking everything around her is for hers. “This world…is nothing but an empty planet…filled with mortal amateurs who claim their pride is more important than other lower mortals.” White Rock Shooter says in a disappointed tune.

What White Rock Shooter means is, these people in the real world don't feel the same like the 2000's. They show off everything they have, like claiming they are the richest people, another believes they're more worthy to be famous by doing anything they want to get everyone's attention with nonsense photo selfies along with glamour clothes, new stuff, travel around expensive places, and more. Also, make a toxic person by pretending they're victimized by someone who's hurting them but actually that person isn't doing anything.

“That is why, I want to 'play' with you in my game. Since you're a human and so different from those bunch of foolish mortals. Now…shall we begin?”

“Don't be so selfish!” Kichiko shouts with anger.

White Rock Shooter looks at her in cold stares. “Your anger…is so intriguing. You're…Kichiko?” White Rock Shooter asked her and Kichiko nodded. “I suppose to capture you now and retrieve the book to lady Shedim. But it would be such a shame if I didn't test your ability. From so far I heard from others that your potential is so different from that of humans. It feels like…you and I are the same.” White Rock Shooter gets up from the thrones as she walks forward to Kichiko.

“Think of it, we can do whatever we want. With you and the book, I'll be unstoppable.” White Rock Shooter embraces herself with joy and looks up as she smiles. “I am so grateful…found someone like you, who has the same power that no one has — ugh?!” White Rock Shooter's speech was cut, Kichiko stabbed her chest behind her with her laser blade from her armor cyborg arm after she transformed into Cyborg Form. But White Rock Shooter's chest doesn't bleed.

“We are … not the same!” Kichiko protested in anger.

“Subarashii (Amazing)...” White Rock Shooter chuckles behind and moves away slowly as the white lady frees herself from the navy-haired female's laser blade. “Just like an opposite mirror…I guess this will be the most interesting 'game' I ever felt.”

See how White Rock Shooter only thinks for herself, Kichiko gripping her own grasp cyborg armor to hold her anger. “...Before we start, I want you to answer my question. Who's Shedim? Why is everyone so obsessed with this book?” . White Rock Shooter didn't turn around, keeping her distance far from Kichiko before she answered.

“Lady Shedim, she's once part guardian of the sun in this fictional world. Being abandoned by her own creator. And…she has a long lost sister, but I can't spit out too much about her. For the Book of Paracosm that you hold now, was a powerful magic book. Much stronger than other Grimoires. If you really want to meet Lady Shedim, you need to face all high Rank Rulers of Nefarious. She'll be pleased to see how far you can deal with me and others.” A sudden burst of magenta energy appeared on White Rock Shooter's back in the shape of wings. Kichiko immediately slid backwards.

“I, White Rock Shooter, the 11th Rank Rulers of Nefarious! Let's begin our 'Game' ”. White Rock Shooter said as she held her right arm out, a white and magenta scythe forming in her grip as two huge metallic wings sprouted from her back, metallic white feathers lining a black base as she used them to hover above the ground. “Fine by me.” Kichiko says and suddenly her left eye appears a blue aquamarine flame. White Rock Shooter smirk along her right eye appears velvet-pink flame as she points her scythe to her.

White Rock Shooter vanished from sight. Kichiko instinctively turned around and raised her laser blade armor up just in time to block a direct swipe from White's scythe as she hovered behind her, the impact sending her skidding along the floor. As she was sent reeling back, Kichiko managed to aim her armor arms into the gunner to fire off a quick cluster of shots, ice blue orbs of energy spiraling towards her target with every blast. White Rock Shooter simply raised her scythe up, a flare of energy shooting into the ceiling palace as she ascended in a zig-zag, avoiding the shots.

“How bold, how fresh, and you're so desperate. Excellent, But be careful that you're NOW facing the highest fighter that's much stronger than other bosses!” White Rock Shooter said as she spun around and swung her scythe at a ridiculous speed. Kichiko swung her armor laser blade arms at the same moment, and for a moment, the entire area was blindingly illuminated by a torrent of magenta and blue energy mixing together between them before the attacks seemingly cancelled each other out, residual streaks of energy scattering over the palace.

“Look at us, Raconteur (Kichiko)! You and I are the same!” White Rock Shooter said as she turned and began rapidly spinning her scythe around, orbs of red energy forming in front of it. “We are not the same! You don't know me and I do not know you either!” Kichiko shouts and immediately dashed to the left as she felt a presence behind her. As she moved, she caught a glimpse of White Rock Shooter smiling wildly as she flipped through the air with her scythe, passing just over where Kichiko was before skidding to a halt herself.

“Fighting inside the palace isn't easy, I need to take her out from here.” Kichiko mutters and makes plan B. The cyborg armory girl turns around and starts her engine wings jet to fly away to exit this palace. “Ho? So you wanna play tag now? How interesting!” White Rock Shooter chuckles as she chases Kichiko in speed. Both of them like to play tag games by flying acrobatically past the palace's halls to exit the gate. With this situation, Kichiko can think clearly how to defeat the White Rock Shooter.

“Don't make this so easy, Raconteur (Kichiko). I don't want to spoil my mood.” White Rock Shooter said before her wings summoned another magenta orbs to shoot Kichiko when they're passing a street in the middle of Seoul from that palace. Kichiko spinning to avoid her attacks, both girls flexed through narrow paths in the traffic street.

Kichiko stops right above the N Seoul Tower. White Rock Shooter unleashed a huge torrent of magenta energy from her white cannon. Kichiko responded with her own torrent of blue energy from her blade cannon, and the two attacks collided between them, once again releasing a cataclysmic shockwave around the skies. After a few moments, both of their cannons overheated and released one last push of energy, sending a second shockwave out with a similar effect to the first. A huge cloud of lunar dust formed around the N Seoul tower, the area surrounding it almost vaporized from the titanic clash of energy.

Kichiko bounded towards the source and drew her laser blade from her armor arms simultaneously. She swung and slammed down into a White Blade quickly raised by White Rock Shooter before Kichiko herself was sent backwards from a swift push from White.

“Heh, Now you are more serious in battle than before, Raconteur (Kichiko)” White Rock Shooter impressed. White closes her eyes, her magenta red right eye flame appears again along with Kichiko blue aquamarine flame on her left eye. Both of them dash with orbs' energy flame (White Rock Shooter) and energy ice (Kichiko) with one more swung blade until they make a huge impact on the skies.

White Rock Shooter close her eyes and off her magenta red flame on right eye, and —

“Ugh!” White gasp felt her chest get frozen along the Vad Fragments inside it crack causing her body paralyzed. Kichiko seems to use her secret techniques by freezing her chest without her notice. “I…I can't believe it, I lose in my own 'game'...” White Rock Shooter looks back at Kichiko solemnly. While Kichiko looks at her back after back to her human form and off her blue aquamarine flame on her left eye. Both of them landed under the N Seoul tower.

“...Hehe, Well done, Raconteur (Kichiko)...” White Rock Shooter chuckles weakly and congratulates Kichiko, who's the first to defeat her. Slowly, White heads to the bench so she can sit down for a moment. “Even my memories…will disappear after this…once I.. reincarnated again, I'm not regret it…because we're the same. Ah…that was fun.” White Rock Shooter looks up at the blue sky and slowly closes her eyes then she's dead. Her final breath with an innocent smile on her face.

Seeing White Rock Shooter dead while sitting on bench position, Kichiko felt pity. Slowly walk towards to White Rock Shooter's dead body and stand next to the bench. “...I know why you're joining Nefarious…you're…believe that lady Shedim can give you a wish…wish for revenge. Even yourself, once an innocent alien girl.” Kichiko said before holding one of White Rock Shooter's hands as she kneel down. “Someday, we'll again…even if you won't remember me. I…want to take you and show how the world is more friendly than you think…after I saw your past.” Once her speech is done, slowly White Rock Shooter body vanishes like Snowflake being blown by the wind. The battle was ended, along Vad Fragments inside White Rock Shooter was banished. Now Kichiko flew to the skies to return to the fictional world right away.

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“(っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ Darling~! Where have you been?!” Kongou sniffles as she snuggles closer to Kichiko. She, Artoria, and Mikazuki were worried when Kichiko disappeared this morning, because Fou did inform them after checking Kichiko's apartment room. “Sorry to make you all worried, I was being tricked by one of those Nefarious high Rank Rulers. But I did it to defeat her…even though I feel bad for White Rock Shooter after knowing her reasons to join Nefarious.” Kichiko solemnly.

“... Don't feel down yet, I know that feeling. I am guessing what you mean. Not all bad people always are bad, there's always a reason why they are doing this even if it's hurting us.” Artoria understood what she meant while patting her head like praising her. Beside it, Kichiko surprised all Servants, Kantai ships, and Toudan, enjoying their time in this Theater Hall Venue place. More lively than before.

“We thought that this would give you a surprise. Everyone's enjoying hanging out here instead of Commander Ash's place.” Mikazuki explains it with a smile. One of the children of servants and toudan did hold Kichiko's hand to ask her to join them, but Kichiko was flailing since she's not used to it with children. Throughout her life, she's never been social with others because of traumatic bullying and being forgotten by everyone around her.

“Kichiko-oneechan! Let's play!”

“Yeah! We want to play with Kichiko-oneechan!”

The children chirped and kept begging Kichiko to play with them. “Go on, we'll handle other stuff here. The children keep whining and wanting to play with you.” Kongou says to Kichiko with grins. Kichiko sighs and smiles sheepishly before she joins the children to play hide and seek.

“Do you think this is helpful for her, Mikazuki-san?” Artoria asked.

“Nfu, the girl just needs to relax. Playing with these children could help her free from overthinking since she's in our world after all.” Mikazuki answers and looks up at the clear sky outside the window of the Theater Hall Venue. “Our age can't be predicted since we're immortal in this fictional world. So much longer than humans. Now, we'll find out how to stop Shedim once and for all.”

«Season 01 : THE END»

#my oc #fanfiction #wattpad #watty #story #crossover #oc canon #canon #my oc character #my oc story #my oc writing #original character

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the-fiction-witch · 5 months

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Character Whitey Winn

Couple Whitey X Reader

Rating SMUT

I made my way into town on horseback as the sun was setting. I tied my horse Maggie to the post outside the bar where she could drink. I turned and quickly spotted where I wanted the sheriff office.

I slowly approached seeing the lights on within. I stopped a moment just before the porch and I rubbed my eyes until they were red, and held my dress a little making sure to create the image I needed before going to the door giving it a few soft taps.

“Come in!” The voice calls from within so I headed inside see the typical sheriff office set up and just a boy sat at the sheriff's desk. He had a small panflet in hand come comic or news of some sort but closed It and set it on the desk “Ohh- well Hiya ma’am, your ain't a Labelle lady I know it?” He said as he looked at me a smile growing across his lips

“No, I was travelling it appears I've lost my way”

“AHH I thought I didn't recognize ya.”

“This is the sheriff's office correct?”

“That it is ma’am.”

“Ohh you must be the lovely sheriff then” I smiled moving closer

“you’d think that but unfortunately not, deputy whitey Winn, I am very pleasant to make your aquanitence”

“Aww well I was hoping for some help Mr Winn”

“Of course deputies have to help lovely ladies” he smiled getting up from the chair to stand at the desk

“Well I was travelling” I began moving my dress a little slowly exposing my unstockinged leg which immediately got his attention his focus completely in me and my exposed leg that he didn't notice as I grabbed my pistol from my thigh holster “and decided to rob this little place”

He sent to reach for his gun but I clocked my own pointing it right at his head

“Ma’am”

“Take off your gunbelt.”

“Ma’am please -”

“Take it off.”

“Alright -” he agreed keeping eye contact as he moved his hands to his belt buckle undoing it quickly and setting his gunbelt on the table

“Both of them Mr Winn”

He looked angry and upset but did as I asked trying to undo the other the buckle at his back but immediately he struggled having to glance at it to undo it before finally sitting it on the desk

“Good boy” I smiled “now get the keys and open up the cell” I ordered and he looked like he was gonna cry “do it.” So he took the keys and went across the office his face utterly frustrated and furious as he unlocked the centre cell and pulled open the door leaning on it “go on in then” I told him and begrudgingly he went inside knowing he didn't exactly have a choice so I quickly went shutting the cell door behind him and locking it tight “there perfect.”

“What are ya gonna do to me?”

“Nothing if you behave yourself” I smirked putting my gun away and still even in this state he still looked

He came close to the bars grabbing them in his hands “I'm the law you can't just -” he began but I grabbed his shirt and kissed him for a moment he didn't kiss back but very quickly melted into the kiss kissing me back as much as I kissed him till I let him go “whoa-” he gulped “Hiya”

“Hi” I giggled

“I uhhhh I uhh I never got your name?”

“Y/n.”

“Uhhh Hiya y/n. So uhh what's gonna happen now?”

“What Indeed” I smiled pulling him into and kiss which he happily obliged with moving his hands though the bars to wrap around my waist his thumbs stroking the boning in my dress groans and moans in his throat as we kisses but as we kissed I slipped my hand down grabbing my gun and setting the barrels end on his chest “back up”

“Okay. Okay.” He nods moving back with his hands up

“Take off your shirt” I told him

“Ma'am please -”

“Now.” I demanded

He grimaced but did as I asked removing his dark jumper with half buttons and of course his badge revealing a once white button down

“Both of them” I demanded

He sighed but slowly unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to the floor o leaving his chest utterly exposed slightly pale where this skin never sees the sun.

“Good boy” I cooed “take off your britches”

“What!’ he yelped already nervous crossing his arms over his chest

“Your pants. Off. Now.” I demanded

He knew he didn't have a choice so rolled his eyes and undid his pants pushing them off and stepping out of them leaving him in only his brown dirty boots and his off white cotton underwear

“Happy now?” He glared

“Very happy thank you whitey” I giggled

“Well now what now you've completely humiliated me”

I smiled grabbing his arm and pulling him back into a kiss which he happily kissed back into slightly moaning into the kiss as I stroked down his body giving his underwear a playful snap

“good boy” I cooed

“Uhh yeah- so uh what uhh what's your plan for me then?”

I giggled tapping his nose secretly grabbing a pair of handcuffs from the desk and unlocking the cell going inside with him

“Ohh… my my y/n” he blushed getting excited I smiled and pushed him against the cell bars and kissed him even more passionately he immediately melted wrapping his arms around me and stroking my dress often moaning into the kisses “ummmm y/n ummmmmm uhhhhh ummmmmm y/n- uhhh I can hardly contain myself for your kisses” he gasped

“Good” I smirked grabbing his wrists pinning them above his head as locking them each into the handcuffs around the cell bar so he has no choice but to remain in this position

“Oh god-” he gulped realising he was pretty fucked

“Now you going to behave for me whitey?”

“Not like I really have a choice do I?”

“No but still”

“Fine I'll behave”

“Good boy” I giggled kissing down his neck leaving a trail of hickeys

“Ohh uuuuuuuhhh! Oh my god-” he groans “uhhh uhhhhh y/n!” He moans feeling my intense kisses so I continued kissing down his chest leaving a hickey between his pecks “ughhh! You are vicious!” He smirked but I just continued kissing and biting as his skin leaving a hickey on his V “ooooohhhh holy- ohhh my god! Yes! Yes! Ughhhhh please I'm begging you!”

“What whitey?” I giggled

“ummmm you know what I want.” He smirked “lower. Please. Just a little lower please” he gasps

“Awww well how can we deny such a sweet boys requests” I giggled moving his underwear down and immediately I giggled see how hard he was he blushed but I immediately began to kiss him

“Uuuughhhhh! Uummmmm y/n” he groans biting his lip hard “more please!”

I giggled and took him completely in my mouth sucking gently as I moved my head

“Oooohh my god- yes! Yes! Oohhhhh holy fucking- uuuuuuuhhh uuuuuuuhhh uuuuuuuhhh-uuughhhh uuhhhh yes! Y/N!” He moans and I had to move back as his erection twinged and softened the moment I moved back his jizz sprayed out across the floor leaving him to slowly soften as he gasped desperately

“Ohhh my whitey someone was on a bit of a easy trigger” I giggled stroking his hair

“To be fair.” He gasped “no girls ever did that to me before - and you are … one hell of a tease. I'm surprised I lasted that long”

“Awww cute.”

“Now what exactly are you gonna do with me?”

“I've already done it” I giggled unlocking his handcuffs and giving him a kiss “see ya around whitey” I smiled going to leave but he grabbed me

“You ain't going anywhere darlin’”

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butwhatifidothis · 3 years

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For a change of pace I’m going to actually say something nice about a character, and that’s Claude (under the cut cuz it got a bit long and I remember!! that’s a fucking thing you can do lmaooo).

Like, there’s honestly a lot to this character that I find very striking and sadly gets overlooked in favor of either making him a complete joke or a complete/near complete sociopath. I like that Claude initially believes himself to be this beacon of hope to this silly land of Fodlan because of his view as an outsider... and then realizing and acknowledging he’s not, that while an outsider’s perspective takes away the bias of growing up steeped in certain ways it also leaves holes that he just can’t catch without someone showing him due to his ignorance of said culture. He thinks he has Cyril and Rhea pinned down to rights because of course he would, why wouldn’t he... and then he actually talks to them and is shown wrong, and he listens! With Cyril he likes being shown the truth even if it means it puts him and his previous beliefs in a nonperfect light! With Rhea he doesn’t just reject her words even though they blow a giant hole in what he thought of her for the vast majority of the game!

And the way his trust issues are handled, while I do think could have been dealt with better had the route focused on his character more, I still absolutely love it. It’s so subtle but consistent throughout pre ts/post ts VW, how often he “makes sure” the Golden Deer are by his side, how he always has to find the “right time” to reveal his plans to them because he genuinely thinks they won’t trust or believe in him, how he genuinely thought that Hilda and Judith would abandon him if things got too dangerous for them personally (in AM for Judith, Hilda for both CF and AM), how you never really get Claude’s full story anywhere even in the end or the S support (almost like that’s a big source of trauma for him and he’s a secretive guy because of that trauma that doesn’t magically stop being a thing because you wanna kiss him! Congrats IntSys for once you managed to get something kinda right!), how even something like you calling him a stalwart ally is responded with a wink and a deflection saying that you’re just flattering him (because you can’t actually believe he’s a good ally too, right?), but then you see him actually trust someone and oh. Oh man. The difference is night and day. How he pleads with Dimitri to stop fighting and join forces in both AM and VW despite Dimitri being off the fucking walls at the time, how he honestly believed that Dimitri would not only recover from his madness but still come to his aid in AM, hell even in CF he honestly believes that there’s no way Byleth would kill him despite them deliberately forcing the Alliance into the war by invading them, shown by his shock and hurt if you actually do - Claude puts his trust in few people but when he does he does and that’s honestly so indicative of how drastic his trust issues affect him.

You see that growth more blatantly in his supports as well - compare how worriedly Claude deflects Hilda’s observation about his knowledge of how Almyrans see the Gonerils pre ts to him inviting her to meet his parents post ts. Similar with Leonie, how he offers to take her to his homeland, something pre ts Claude would never dream of.

And then there’s his empathy and compassion! Like often he’s very careless when it comes to trying to discover the truth yes, but when he sees there’s a line he’s going to cross if he does? He steps back, always. His supports with Marianne show this amazingly, with him thoughtlessly stepping on her insecurities, trying to apologize and make her feel better but failing, and then ending with him opening up to her about his own life - something he very, very rarely does - to make her feel less alone with her struggles. His ones with Flayn even say straight up that he dislike forcing secrets out of people, and when he says he’ll give up trying to get Flayn to talk herself... he does. Legitimately. Afterwards he just spitballs theories to her. Even when he sees he’s hitting close to home when he correctly guesses Flayn and Seteth’s relationship he doesn’t push farther than that despite the huge implications of what that means. And this “I don’t like to force secrets out of people” line is backed up by you losing support points with him if you try to dig at Flayn after Remire.

And we know that Claude doesn’t immediately think of the commonfolk in his dream via his supports with Cyril, but damn, when they’re in front of him, when they’re directly in his care? Claude arguably goes the farthest of the three lords to portect them. Mr. “Tactical Retreat” suddenly puts himself in direct danger by painting himself as a prime target for the Empire to attack in AM and CF. He involves none of the other houses and tell his men to retreat should things get dangerous for them (as shown in explore dialogue with CF!Lysithea and what he says if Judith and Hilda die in AM/CF in their respective maps). He calls in the Almyran army in CF and on the Kingdom army in AM - forces with trained soldiers ready to fight, not civilians desperate to live. And speaking of civilians, he evacuates all of Derdriu’s civilians and closes down entry into Derdriu. Even with him planning on retreating himself should things go badly that takes some nards to go through with given how easily things can go badly for him should just about anything go awry; he goes the distance for those under his care.

And also how readily he offers his support and understanding to the more emotionally abused characters. Look at his talk with Dimitri during Golden Deer’s Plea, back at his supports with Marianne, how he sympathizes with Rhea - someone he actively disliked/distrusted for most of the game - once he hears her story.

And yo, man, his backstory? Imma be real, very rarely do I get invested in “racism bad” storylines because so often they fall into “white man bad POC good” black-and-white (lol) mentality, but this? I actually felt this. So rarely is a mixed race person’s perspective shown in regards to racism since it’s more complicated than “whitey bad POC good”. No, both have people in them that are raised with beliefs that breed racism. They’re not evil people, they’re a result of the culture that raised them, and that raised those that raised them, and so on and so forth. He gets that his dream is unrealistic and that it’d take a very, very long time to implement even if it did happen and even then would face extreme backlash from people from both sides, but he believes in this dream. It’s what lets him face on Edelgard in CF despite the insignificant chance he has of winning if he does so, what pushed him to go beyond his familiar home of Almyra into the completely unknown Fodlan, what drives him to aim for Almyra’s throne despite his position as the youngest prince (aka his weak connection compared to his half-brothers).

And like, Claude shares with Rhea in that IntSys dropped the ball on their characters anyway, despite how much thought was put into them. Rhea is stripped of damn near any agency in post ts, non-CF routes and Claude has noticeably less direct attention given to his upbringing compared to Edelgard and Dimitri (and small things like no appearance from either of his parents’, no child portrait, stuff like that). This is most likely due to their routes basically being copy-pastes of each other so it had to be compatible with both characters so both characters had to suffer for it. But like, for what we got? I still love it.

#Claude #claude von reigen #Claude (fire emblem)#gonna actually tag him since it's positive #more stuff I couldn't fit in the post itself:#i personally acknowledge Dimitri and Rhea to be better written characters than Claude but just something about him had me connect to him mor #though I still do love Dimitri and Rhea don't get me wrong lol #And furthermore on the point with Claude and Rhea #he almost sounds like he doesn't want to get to truth from Rhea when she's at her deathbed #and only does so because the truth NEEDS to be known by someone and only Rhea has that truth #shown by how his first words to her when they meet for the last time is him apologizing #and interestingly Rhea says that she's happy to see the ''two'' of them #them being Claude and Byleth #just find it interesting how she says that specifically #like you'd think she'd be wary if anything towards Claude given his outburst the last time they talked privately #but by the last talk it looks like things like... actually improved between the two of them?#like not sure if ''respect'' is the right word but there's noticeably less tension in the air #and in fact there's that lessened tension in all the moments after Claude initially yells at her and she reveals some of the truth #and also you gain support points with Claude if you say you should let Rhea rest after rescuing her #which despite him saying ''Sadly I agree'' tells a lot about him cuz IntSys could have just made THAT the option you gain nothing with #or just have it join the endless dialogue branches that have both/all options do nothing to support points #if it really meant nothing kwim #loooon ass tag list but had a bit to say that I couldn't fit lmaooo

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princesssarisa · 2 years

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Snow White Winter: "Schneewittchen und die sieben Zwerge" (1955 German film)

American children of the '60s might remember this Snow White from weekend "kiddie matinees." After its original German release in 1955, it was dubbed into English by Childhood Productions and released in the US as a matinée feature in 1965. It was directed by Erich Kobler and stars the lovely young Elke Arendt as Snow White and Addi Adametz as the wicked Queen.

For the most part, the film follows the Grimm's tale faithfully, with just a few embellishments. A brief prologue shows Snow White's real mother at her window, followed by baby Snow White in her cradle, while a narrator sets the scene and informs us of the good queen's death and the king's remarriage in wording nearly identical to the Grimm's text. We then move ahead sixteen years to the story proper. There we find that out of jealousy, the Queen confines Snow White to the castle grounds and lets no visitors see her. (The king is mentioned as if he were still alive, but he never appears onscreen.) But when Prince Edelmut (literally "Prince Gallantry," rendered in the English dub as Prince Charming) comes to call, having heard of Snow White's great beauty, he glimpses her on a balcony. Instantly smitten, he gives the Hunter a gift for her, a necklace "for the fairest in the land," and makes him promise to send for him if Snow White is ever in danger. But when the Queen discovers this, she snatches the necklace away. Then she consults her magic mirror, and we all know what happens next, although in a touch of bowdlerizing, the Queen demands no proof of Snow White's death from the Hunter.

The dwarfs' names are Wurzel, Klaps, Flink, Troll, Purzel, Tröpfchen and Bimbam (in the English dub, Whitey, Bushy, Eddy, Teddy, Freddy, Blacky and Bimbam), and they're all played by children. Specifically by children from Suse Böhm's dance troupe, and as soon as they befriend Snow White, they show off their skills by performing cartwheels and tumbling tricks for her, then dancing with her. But that very night the Queen consults the magic mirror again, learns of Snow White's whereabouts, and sets straight out in disguise to arrive at the dwarfs' cottage the next morning.

All three of the Queen's attempts on Snow White's life from the Grimm's tale are included, although the suffocating bodice lace is bowdlerized into a belt. The first two attempts make Snow White's intelligence seem doubtful, as the Queen merely throws on her disguises over her queenly gown and does nothing to disguise her face, but at least for the poisoned apple delivery she finally uses magic to change her appearance. Fortunately, a maidservant overhears her creating the poisoned apple, then frees the Hunter from the dungeon where the Queen imprisoned him, and the Hunter in turn goes to warn the Prince. Of course they don't arrive in time to save Snow White, although immediately after poisoning her, the Queen is killed by a lightning bolt as she walks homeward in a storm. The grieving Prince implores the dwarfs to let him take Snow White's glass coffin home with him, but as they carry it forth, Bimbam trips over a tree root, the coffin falls, and the piece of apple is jolted from Snow White's throat. After she revives, the Prince invites the dwarfs to come and live with them at the castle; the dwarfs decline out of love for their forest, but they do attend Snow White and the Prince's wedding, bringing them new crowns made with gold and jewels from their mine and setting off a magical fireworks show.

While the production values aren't particularly high, the entire film still has a charming fairy tale atmosphere, from the from the castle scenes filmed at Bavaria's historic Neuschwanstein Castle (the same one that inspired the design of Sleeping Beauty Castle at Disneyland and which was later used in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang and Spaceballs), to the beautiful forest scenes and the folksy scenes at the dwarfs' colorful cottage. The colorful pseudo-medieval costumes further enhance the feeling of Old World fantasy, as does the lively orchestral score. Some of the visual effects are slightly cheesy - for example, a bear that frightens Snow White in the woods, which is clearly a person in a suit, and the fact that the dwarfs are so obviously children in fake beards. But in a way this adds to the film's charm. The film's German version isn't a musical, although the dwarfs do sing a marching song, but the English dub adds a few reasonably endearing songs by Anne and Milton Delugg.

Predictably (perhaps inescapably), some scenes do evoke the Disney version of the tale. As mentioned, the dwarfs sing a marching song. Bimbam is a scatterbrained little "runt at the end", although he doesn't particularly act like Dopey, and when the dwarfs creep into their house in fear of an intruder, he startles them all by sneezing, although less powerfully than Sneezy. When Snow White wakes up they all hide behind the beds' footboards. The aforementioned dancing scene brings to mind "The Silly Song," and a later scene shows Snow White and the dwarfs doing all sorts of housework, in the English dub singing a song very similar in tone to "Whistle While You Work." And the Queen's demise by lightning definitely recalls her Disney counterpart's fate, although no cliff is involved here and the entire scene is more abrupt and perfunctory. But as a whole, these influences are small, and this is very much an adaptation of the original Grimms' tale, with its own look, feel, and charms.

Is this a definitive Snow White? No. But is it still an endearing example of Germany's colorful 1950s fairy tale films? Yes.

@ariel-seagull-wings, @superkingofpriderock

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Valentine Throwbacks: Day 2

This was written a few years ago for the 14 Days of Valentine’s Prompts on tumblr. This was for day three: the meet-cute.

Summary: Emma Swan doesn’t do “cute.” So when she meets Killian Jones for the first time, well, she meets ALL of him. Or what happens when gym employee Emma walks in on Killian in the tanning bed.

Making a picset for this fic was simultaneously fun and frustrating. Colin’s chest hair is one of a kind, isn’t it? ;) I also didn’t want this to be NSFW, so the tanning bed pic isn’t exactly as described in the story, lol.

Words: almost 3k

Rated: High T ? I mean, Emma accidentally sees him nude, but that’s about it. I just can’t bring myself to rate this an M because it’s overall just funny and cute.

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Emma Swan did not work her butt off just to wipe things. She practically crawled and scraped her way into a meaningful life after getting out of prison. She worked multiple jobs, lived in her car, ate nothing but beans straight from the can, and when the misery was all said and done, she had a college degree in exercise science. But like any field these days everyone wanted experience, so until she somehow got some, she was relegated to wiping things. Wiping down the equipment, wiping down mats, wiping, wiping, and more wiping. And she only made slightly more than the teenagers at the reception desk and the college guy who made the smoothies.

Emma sighed as she grabbed yet another fresh rag after her boss told her the tanning machines needed . . . you guessed it, wiping. She was paying more attention to her internal raging about how much her life sucked than she was to her superior telling her which beds were occupied. She was pretty sure she said they were all being used except for bed three, so Emma went all the way to the end of the narrow hallway that housed the tanning beds and stopped at the last door. If she hadn’t been distracted and moody, she might have thought to knock. Maybe. Then again, most people locked the damn door.

Well, not this guy. He also didn't wear underwear to tan like most people. Nope, he was completely nude. He lay there, in all his glory, shimmering under the UV bulbs like the god Apollo or something. And the Greek god comparison wasn’t an exaggeration between the light shining on him, and the chiseled muscles, and the perfect . . . He was sort of like a living version of the statue of the David, but tanned and with lots of chest hair.

“Who’s there!” he called out.

Emma gasped, then cursed under her breath as she turned and left, slamming the door behind her. She sagged against the heavy oak door, her heart racing. She groaned and covered her face with the hand that wasn’t still clutching the bottle of cleanser and rag. Had she just stood there and stared at the guy? Oh god, she had.

Suddenly, the door behind her gave way and Emma fell backwards with a yelp. From her place on the floor, she looked up to see Apollo himself standing above her, smirking, wearing nothing but a pair of tight, white briefs. Did he look . . . pleased with himself? She suddenly realized she was clutching the bottle of cleanser to her chest.

“Like what you saw, darling?” he asked with an arched brow. He had a British accent. Of course.

Emma rolled her eyes at him as she struggled to her feet, irritatingly brushing off his attempts to assist her. “Please, I didn’t even look. Do you think I want to burn my retinas?”

His eyes, which were an amazing shade of blue, seemed alight with mirth as he regarded her. “Then why the blush?” He leaned towards her slightly, his encroachment upon her personal space made all the more infuriating by his lack of clothing. She took a step back towards the doorway.

“Oh great,” she snapped, “you’re that type.”

His brow furrowed, and for a moment he actually looked slightly hurt. “What type?”

Emma crossed her arms across her chest, despite the awkwardness of the cleaning supplies clutched in her hand. “Isn’t it obvious? I mean, seriously, who uses a tanning bed in the middle of the winter? Except for –“ she vaguely gestured up and down his person, “wanna-be Calvin Klein underwear models.”

It was his turn to scowl and cross his arms over his chest. His very appealing chest that Emma was trying really hard not to stare at.

“Or maybe some people do it for their health. You ever think of that?”

“Yeah right,” Emma bit out, “health of what? Your sex life, playboy?”

His blue eyes sparked with indignation. “Oh, you get an eye-full and you suddenly know me?”

Guilt pricked at her for a moment. She was in the wrong here for barging in without knocking. But his smirking and innuendos had her defenses up. “I know your type,” she told him smugly with a tilt of her chin.

“You walk in on me, and I’m the bad guy?”

He had a point, and she knew it. She took several more steps backwards into the hallway and turned on her heel, her ponytail swinging with irritation all its own. “Ugh, I’ve got work to do. Wipe the bed down, I get tired of cleaning up other people’s sweat all day.”

Emma half expected him to get in one last word, but as she marched away, all she heard was the slamming of the door to tanning room three.

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The week of her little embarrassing tanning bed episode, there had been a slight lull at the gym. It had been the last week of January, when New Year’s resolutions were waning and the cold weather dampened people’s motivation. But now people seemed to suddenly realize that Valentine’s Day was only two weeks away, and the gym was once again packed. Even the indoor pool had been in more frequent usage, so Emma’s boss sent her to check the chlorine levels. With the flu epidemic, they couldn’t afford to let germs spread in the warm water.

It had also been a week since Emma had seen “Apollo the sun god,” much to her relief. But when she exited the women’s locker room, into the pool area, there he was: his muscular back an appealing sight as his arms cut through the water. He was evidently an experienced swimmer as he turned off the wall expertly and did a strong backstroke across the length of the pool. Emma shook her head and cursed herself. Damn it, she was staring again!

Emma was leaning over the edge, a nice distance away from the tanning god, getting samples of the water in little test tubes. She was shaking the first one to get a result when she was sprayed with little droplets of water. She looked up, her eyes angry, narrow slits, to see him, treading water easily with a maddening grin on his face. The pool water made his blue eyes almost glitter like sapphires, and he looked unfairly sexy wet.

“I’ve been hoping to see you again,” he told her. “We didn’t exactly get off on the right foot. I’m sorry I teased you, I was just trying to help you see the humor in the situation. It came off wrong, obviously.”

Emma purposely ignored him, staring at the little tube in her hand and trying to remember what the hell she was looking at. He cut through the water towards her, and rested his arm on the edge of the pool inches away from where she crouched.

“I’m Killian Jones by the way,” he said. Emma pressed her lips together in frustration as she blushed for absolutely no reason. She still refused to look at him. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him cock his head. “And this is the part where you say, hello, I’m Emma Swan.”

She jerked her head so fast, she almost dropped the test tube. “How did you –“

“I can read, love,” he laughed, gesturing towards her right shoulder.

Emma groaned as she glanced down at her employee name tag. She got hit on all the time at the gym, and had heard a million different pick-up lines involving her last name. But she had sworn off men since Neal, except for an occasional one night stand. But those were never men from work; too much familiarity.

“Some men would take your silence as off-putting,” Killian told her then with a smirk, “but I love a challenge.” Then he had the audacity to wink before diving back under the water.

Emma rubbed her forehead wearily as she stood. The water was low on chemicals, so she pushed the handsome swimmer/sun bather from her mind as she collected what she needed from the supply closet. She measured the chlorine as well as a small dose of shock and added it to the filtration system, then she headed back for the locker room.

Emma wasn’t sure exactly what happened next. There was a puddle of water on the tile floor deep enough to send her sensible sneakers sliding out from under her. Then her arms were wind-milling in empty air, and the pool water seemed to be rushing up to meet her. But before she could hit the water, a hand shot out and grasped her by the elbow. She was hauled from the pool edge, colliding with a warm, wet, very masculine chest.

Killian Jones chuckled as his other arm came around her. “Next time, don’t stand on ceremony.”

Emma blamed her shocked surprise for her delayed reaction in pulling away from him. “Please, Jones, don’t flatter yourself.”

He tucked his tongue into his cheek and waggled his eyebrows, “Remembering yesterday?”

Emma fumed as she gave him a disdainful once-over. “I’m just shocked you’re not in a speedo, mister tighty-whitey.”

Killian’s eyes widened and his gaze went from playful to irritated. “You wouldn’t even know I wore tighty-whities if you hadn’t walked in on me!”

Emma threw up her hands in frustration, resisting the urge to shove him. “It was an accident!”

He arched one brow. “Like you almost falling in the pool?”

Emma scoffed as she crossed her arms over her chest, “Who said I was falling?”

“Fine,” he spat out, “next time, I’ll just let you fall.”

He brushed past her then, grabbing his towel angrily as he marched towards the men’s locker room. Emma started to stomp her way in the opposite direction, but then decided she better tread more carefully on the wet floor.

Not that she had needed Killian Jones to catch her. She was just fine on her own.

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Several hours later, Emma walked into her apartment and kicked her gym shoes off by the door. Her feet ached as she dragged herself over to the couch and plopped down next to her roommate. She groaned and Elsa laughed, handing her a slice of pizza from the pie resting on the coffee table.

“Rough day?”

“Yeah,” Emma muttered around a bite, “tanning bed guy showed up again.”

“Oh,” Elsa laughed, wrinkling her nose, “that must have been embarrassing.”

Emma waved her hand. “Don’t want to talk about it. I just want to stuff my face with pizza and zone out in front of the TV.” She narrowed her eyes at the screen and groaned, “Not this, Elsa, seriously?”

Her best friend shook her head as she chuckled at Emma. “Dr. Oz gives lots of good advice.” She poked Emma in the shoulder. “You should listen to him, junk food junkie. How you’re ever going to be a personal trainer when you eat like a fourteen year old, is beyond me.”

Emma smirked and lifted two fingers, “One, I was gifted with an amazing metabolism. Two, my clients will just need to do as I say, not as I do.”

They both laughed then and continued devouring the pizza. Emma’s brow furrowed as she tried to follow the show, since she had missed the first half. “What’s wrong with this girl he’s talking to?” she finally asked Elsa.

“Seasonal affective disorder,” Elsa explained, “lots of people get it in the winter.”

Emma snorted. “Is that a real thing? It sounds made up.”

Elsa shrugged, “I don’t understand it, since I love winter. The snow is so pretty, and the cold – I just don’t get why it bothers people.”

Emma rolled her eyes and tossed a throw pillow at her friends’ head, “Okay, you’re weird, we’ve established that.”

Elsa whacked Emma with the pillow then hugged it to her chest instead of giving it back. “Seriously though, it is a real thing. My friend at work struggles with it. I finally talked him into seeing a therapist, and Killian says it really helps him. Some things that help are physical, like –“

The blood had drained from Emma’s face as she choked out, “like a tanning bed?”

Elsa’s eyes widened, “Yeah, actually, and he swims in an indoor pool, too. Why?”

Emma groaned, dropping her pizza back to the box. She covered her face with both hands. “Please,” she muttered between her fingers, “don’t tell me his last name is Jones and that he has a British accent.”

“Yeah, he –“ Elsa’s words cut off as understanding dawned, “oh my god, you’re not saying he’s the tanning bed guy?”

Emma peeked through her fingers, “Yes, that’s what I’m saying. He introduced himself today – at the pool. Trying to be nice, actually.” She moaned as she lowered her head to Elsa’s lap. “I’m a bitch,” she whispered.

Elsa just gave a tiny, soft laugh as she worked the tangles out of Emma’s hair with her long fingers. “Well, so am I, that’s why we’re friends.”

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Emma hoped that good intentions justified quasi-stalking. She had to make it up to Killian for being so horrible, and she couldn’t just wait around to bump into him again. She pulled his account up on her work computer and learned his gym routine. Killian Jones was an extremely punctual person of habit. On Tuesdays and Thursdays he got to the gym at 5 am and left at 6:30. Emma didn’t get to her shift on those days until 8:00. But on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays, he arrived at 7:00 pm and left at 8:30, which were the same days that Emma worked late.

Unfortunately, Elsa informed her that Killian had come down with the dreaded flu. By the time he came back to the gym, and Emma had figured out how to approach him, it was February the 14th. It wasn’t ideal to approach him on Valentine’s Day. After all, she didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. But if she put it off any longer, she knew she would chicken out. So on Valentine’s Day, when Killian Jones exited the gym, he found Emma Swan leaning against his black SUV with a smoothie in her hand. (That had taken additional stalking. To ascertain the smoothie he usually ordered and which vehicle in the parking lot belonged to him.)

“A peace offering?” Emma asked, hating when her voice cracked a bit. When he just stood there with his mouth hanging open, she rushed on, “And an apology? For walking in on you and then. . .well, for being a bitch.”

That finally got a chuckle out of him. He shuffled forward, and for the first time looked nervous. He tossed his bag in the back seat then turned to her with a smile as he leaned against the car with his arms crossed. “What brought on this sudden change?”

Emma’s face fell, and her eyes lowered to stare at the cup in her hand. “Your friend, Elsa Arrendale? I’m her roommate.”

“Oh,” Killian said, scratching behind his ear.

“And she didn’t tell me much,” Emma rushed to explain, “just enough to make me see how quick I was to judge you.”

Killian nodded. “So she told you I’m a mess this time of year, huh?”

Emma smiled and shrugged, “Hey, not everyone loves freezing their ass off the way Elsa does.” That got another chuckle out of him. “And besides, I’m a mess pretty much year round.”

“Well,” Killian said with a long sigh, “I was too, for a while. Right after my Milah died, I could barely get out of bed each morning. That was five years ago.”

Emma frowned. “I’m so sorry. Who was she? Your wife?”

“Aye,” Killian answered softly, “she died in a car accident. This time of year. We were going out on a nice date.”

“Valentine’s day?”

“No,” he said with a shake of his head and a false grin, “my birthday, actually, end of January.”

“I’m so sorry, Killian. No wonder this time of year is so hard for you.” She bit her lip. “Can you ever forgive me for being such a jerk to you?”

He ran his hand down his face, and afterwards, he gave her a more relaxed smile. “Of course I forgive you, Swan. I do make an arse of myself at times, so I can’t really blame you.”

They shared a laugh at that. Emma cocked her head, studying him and seeing him in a whole new light. “You have Valentine plans?”

Both his eyebrows lifted, “Can’t say I do. Why?”

She shrugged, “How about I buy you a drink?” She shook the smoothie cup still in her hand. “A bit stronger than this.”

Killian gave her a sinful smile, cocked his head, and tapped his lips. “I’d say you owe me a proper apology, love.”

Emma wanted to scoff, to roll her eyes, but all she could do was smile as a blush crept up her face. “That’s what the drink is for.”

Killian pouted then, quite affectively. “That’s all I get? When this time of year makes me so, so sad?”

What Emma did next was partly to shut him up. However, she had to admit, it was also because she had imagined what it would be like to kiss him a thousand times since the tanning bed. So she lunged for him, the smoothie falling to the ground forgotten with a thud and a splash. She hauled him in by the collar of his shirt, her mouth hungrily taking his.

Because she could admit it now: Yes, she liked what she saw.

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