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catcze · 3 years

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hey it’s kiwi anon! i’ve been melting at the thought of musician kazuha lately so i just knew i had to let it out somehow. ^^;;

*before reading, i’d like to note that this is somewhat of a modern au where the reader and kazuha attend a prestigious music school known for raising successful musicians. only the best of the best are accepted, so it’s certainly a privilege to be there! (though, of course, it has its downsides but we’ll get to that later..)

and i wrote it in second person (gn!) this time!! >:)

(tbh i’m not particularly proud of this one but i really hope you guys like it anyway. ><)

“The stray melody:

its echo reverberates

such sad solitude.”

“Only at the right time shall the day come when I may ride the infallible winds of freedom to the place where creativity bears no bounds.”

“You are bound?” “How so?” You questioned.

After a long awaited interlude, you were finally face to face with the (formerly) faceless musician.

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About a month ago, you were assigned a new practice room. Although most students would view this as a blessing from the archons, you found yourself in an unfavorable situation. Suddenly being thrown into playing in a new environment made you uneasy, and though your stance on this was unwavering, there was no disobeying the school.

But the first time the sound of violin seeped through the walls and filled your room with its charming tune, you were bewitched. For some strange reason, it was comforting to know that someone else was on the other side of the wall. Occasionally, you would pause practice abruptly only to listen to the chords, losing yourself in thought with the way they blended together in the most musical way possible; but before you could notice, an hour or two has passed and you’ve barely done much of anything.

Maybe this was a curse, but you surely weren’t one to complain about it.

One day, with no warning, it seemed the violinist began to play along with you. It never occurred to you that they could also listen through the wall, so it came as a complete surprise. It became a chivalric battle of wits; melodies fighting for dominance but only ever resulting in a satisfying draw. You couldn’t help but imagine their fingers dancing along the stringed instrument as your own strutted along the keys of the piano. And the way you two subconsciously created a heavenly harmony was enough to spark your interest and unhinged curiosity. Who are you?

But before you could ask, a faint voice spoke, “My dorm is located on the top floor near the gardens. I… do not expect you to meet me, but this could be considered as a statement or an invitation, however you perceive it.” That is what he said that day. God, even his voice was musical.

You, too, had no intention of meeting him directly. The thought of the school suspending the two of you for doing the bare minimum brought you back into your shell. You had limits, and there was nothing getting between you and your music career.

But that didn’t mean you weren’t willing to give some small effort into discovering the truth. Into the late hours of the evening, you took a casual stroll around the school’s gardens. Fortunately, you were alone. The silence was pleasant, but it didn’t last for long. As the familiar sound reached your perked ears, you searched around for the source of the noise. And there he was, standing on his patio with his long, bright hair tied back as the evening winds stroked each strand in its clutches— a violin held in his hand.

Everything about him was musical— even the way he pressed his delicate yet calloused fingers along the strings of the violin's neck. It didn’t take long for you to catch interest in the ruby-eyed violinist.

There was no explaining the way you two locked eyes for the first time. Though joyous, it seemed you both were lost— since when had you cared so much for someone you’d never met?

As it turned out, your dorms happened to be in close proximity with each other. It became routine for you to lean expectantly against the edge of your patio and for the violinist to leave his doors open so you could listen to his music as the sun would find its slumber, resting upon the horizon.

It didn’t take long for you to grow rather greedy. You longed to learn more about him, but everything about him was shrouded in an empty veil of unanswered questions and an identity you failed to identify.

Luckily, fate has its ways.

Curiosity led you to find yourself exploring into the deeper, abandoned depths of the school’s halls. You entered into a seemingly empty music room before shortly realizing you weren’t alone. The feeling of eyes staring daggers at your back made you prickle with fear until you turned to realize that such eyes belonged to the skilled violinist himself.

“Comedic coincidence always has its ways,” he remarked, the corners of his lips lifting into a gentle grin.

—

His face was always melded into the shape of endless pondering. He had a relaxed nature that was simply unchanging. And though he often appears to be a simple man at first glance, Kaedehara Kazuha was anything but simple.

It surprised you to see a vulnerable side of him, because you never expected him to have one. First impressions were surely deceiving.

He crouched over, his hand supporting his head in a lazy manner.

“I sense that I am suffering from a lack of passion— the kind that children may experience as they wrap their fingers around a bow for the first time,” a stray shadow came across him as he breathily sighed, “The walls of this school are suffocating, but I, like many others, can endure this drowning feeling.”

Kazuha often spoke in a unique manner— resembling a loud whisper.

“So, I wasn’t the only one who noticed,” you noted, “I’d hate to admit it, but this school is a living nightmare.”

Kazuha’s eyebrows furrowed and his eyes narrowed ever so slightly.

“And neither of us can wake from it.”

Momentarily, he shifted his position so he sat closer to you. His shoulder shrugged as his arm straightened and his hand held onto the edge of the seat to support himself, his handsome head hung idly backwards.

“But, I feel like I have a reason to keep going, but as of now it lingers in my head as an enigma of sorts. Perhaps it is odd to find myself blindly following passion without reason, but I have a feeling that perhaps,” he paused, his fingers traced along the seat and his pinkie linked delicately with yours, “you have a role to play in this.”

Your face burned slightly at the sudden display of physical touch.

His speech was vague. You naively wanted to question his use of words (and actions), but it didn’t seem timely. Until, next time.

You beamed slightly, “Perhaps so.”

Kazuha’s pinkie finger squeezed against yours before letting go. He stood up with his eyes still burning into your own.

“It appears I have surpassed my original practice time,” his eyes shifted towards the door, “We must take our leave before someone discovers that we are here.”

With his back facing you, Kazuha wrapped his hand around the door knob, but before he could turn it, he turned his head to look at you once more, flashing that signature smile of his.

“If you don’t mind me asking, would you like to be my accompanist for the upcoming concert?”

To you, Kazuha was like a hatchling, growing each day and itching to spread his wings and fly to places that are unheard of. He worked constantly, trying to rewrite the textbook definition of music into something more meaningful. He was ambitious, highly so; but you adored that about him.

It is silly, but you began to think that perhaps one day, you could be the one who frees him from the school’s heavy shackles.

- kiwi ! (hopelessly falling for ridiculously complicated plots to write about-)

(and no, i don’t play the violin hahah so sorry for any errors. :/ i play multiple instruments and have taken and still take music education so i hope that suffices.. might go for something more sweet and simple next time with more snarky kazu <3)

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jaskiers-sweetkiss · 3 years

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Never Gonna Give You Up

Pairings: None

Word Count: 903

Summary: Julie teaches Luke, Alex, and Reggie a new piece of internet culture and they use it against her.

Warnings: none?

A/N: shoutout to the ghost squad who immediately after I shared my silly headcanon about this praised it and asked for a whole fic. I love you guys, here you go! 💛 As always, lmk what you think and send me an ask if you want to be added to my taglist!

Masterlist

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While music had been the thing to bring them all together, it was also a strange divide. Julie had been born in the 21st century while Luke, Alex, and Reggie had grown up in the 80s. Music may have been their common language, but it was like they spoke different dialects. It was most apparent when they warmed up individually before practices. They all tended to avoid using their own songs for warm-up, each instead reaching for their favorite songs from growing up. The guys never knew what song Julie was humming or singing along to while she played the keyboard and if it wasn’t a 90’s rock song, she rarely knew what any of the guys were playing and singing on their own instruments. With one exception. The guys had already started warming up by the time Julie had gotten home from school. With multiple music classes a day, they knew Julie didn’t need much time to warm-up before their rehearsals so they tried to get a head start. That day Reggie was playing around with Julie’s new synthesizer when she walked through the studio doors. She could tell he was trying to work something out and it sounded familiar but she couldn’t make it out. She was setting her backpack down by the couch when he got it, letting out a triumphant “Ha!” before playing the notes for the melody of Rick Astley’s Never Gonna Give You Up. Julie whipped around to face the dark-haired ghost, backpack forgotten as she stared at him with wide eyes. “Are you alright Jules?” Reggie asked when he looked up and noticed the look on her face. Julie shook her head slightly, snapping herself out of her shock. “Yeah, I guess I’m just a little bit scarred when it comes to that song,” she laughed but the guys just stared back at her with looks of confusion and concern. “Right,” she muttered to herself quieter, looking down at her shoes for a moment before looking back up and addressing the guys. “I forget you guys grew up in the eighties and nineties.” She went on to explain to her ghost bandmates how the internet had turned Rick Astley’s hit song into something of a curse. Thankfully they’d already learned about memes and some of internet culture so it wasn’t to difficult for them to grasp. Unsurprisingly, the guys thought Rickrolling was hilarious and they were thrilled that a song from their upbringing had been chosen for it. They moved on after that, finally getting into their rehearsal before Julie had to head up to the house for dinner. Still, in hindsight she felt she should’ve seen what happened next coming. “Jules!” Luke called excitedly as he poofed into her bedroom the next Saturday afternoon. Julie just sighed, setting her book down and looking at the boy expectantly. No matter how many times she lectured him on boundaries, the floppy-haired boy continued to poof in unannounced. “The guys and I have a song we’ve been working on that we want to play for you!” “You know what? I’ll forgive your trespassing for that. Let me find some shoes.” Julie said, grinning at the prospect of hearing a new song. The guys were crazy talented, especially in the song-writing department and she loved getting to hear what they come up with. Not to mention that some of their old songs were the ones that helped inspire her to be a musician herself. With the anticipation of what was to come, Julie excitedly led the way down to the studio. When she arrived she threw open the doors and plopped into the arm chair the guys had moved front and center for her, leaving Luke to close the doors behind her. “Alright, everybody ready?” Luke asked once he had slipped his guitar strap over his head, fiddling slightly with the microphone stand in front of him. In her excitement, Julie missed the mischievous look shared between the three boys and was not at all skeptical of the fact that Reggie was standing behind the keyboard rather than holding his bass. Alex used his drumsticks to click them off as they usually did but what followed had been entirely unexpected.

Rather than Alex kick in with a wicked drum beat, Reggie began the unmistakable intro to Never Gonna Give You Up.

Julie froze in shock, the excited grin slipping off her face in exchange for a look of mixed betrayal and surprise. She tried to glare menacingly at the boys but she couldn’t keep the smile off her face brought on by their antics.

“We’re no strangers to love. You know the rules, and so do I,” Luke began to sing, doing his best to mimic Rick Astley and Julie couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out.

The boys kept playing until the end of the first chorus before they sort of trailed off.

“We, uh, didn’t expect you to let us get this far,” Alex rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly as he returned his sticks to their little bag attached to his drum set.

“Yeah we figured you’d unplug our instruments before we even got to the chorus,” Reggie added and Julie laughed.

She certainly wanted to be mad at them but she couldn’t help but be proud. They had rickrolled her, and it was the best rickroll she’d ever seen.

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vintageumbroshirt · 3 years

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I've never written prompts before but i can try! what about harry as a royal and louis as the pianist who gets called to court when they have balls and events and they meet at one of those? and then it's like a friends to lovers thing through the small moments they get together during the various events where louis gets hired to play ?? or harry could somehow hire him to play for him or teach him! anyways he falls in love watching louis play :') and then maybe louis sneaks him out and takes him to his worldddd

or it could be that they're both kids of people working at the palace and they grow up running around the halls and the gardens! and idk what the plot would be there🤔 maybe there's the fall of the monarchy and they have to run away?? I'm not good with plot sjfjh

Thank you so much for sending this in! 💞 This became almost 1.4k of royal pianist!Louis and prince!Harry, oopsie!

If anyone else wants to do it, send me (anon or not) a royalty themed short fic prompt

Harry had never liked the obligation to be present for every single ball thrown at the castle. There were too many of them, with too many nosy people trying to get something out of him. But his aversion to the balls changes when a new royal pianist is hired for the events. Harry is enamoured by the beautiful melodies coming from the nimble fingers moving over the keys.

Mister Louis Tomlinson, his mother had told him when he asked who was hired in place of the other, now retired, pianist.

Harry knew, after that first ball, that Louis was who he wanted by his side for the rest of his life.

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ *⋆☆ﾟ

When Harry steps in the ballroom, a happy piano ballad playing and getting everyone’s spirits up, his eyes immediately search for the music’s source.

He knows that it’s Louis playing. No one can quite make music sound as magical as Louis can, and it was the first thing that drew Harry towards the young musician. After a few interactions, during Louis’ breaks, Harry fell in love also with his mind and strong opinions. Now, he goes to the royal balls with renewed excitement, looking forward to seeing Louis. He is the highlight of every single one of Harry’s weeks. Even if Harry hasn’t made his feelings known, he is quite sure Louis is fond of him too and enjoys their time together.

He spots the instruments to the left of the stairs that lead towards the front balcony of the palace and, sure enough, there Louis is, sitting by the piano and playing passionately. Harry smiles to himself, making his way towards the sound, eyes glued to Louis’ lovely stature.

“Good evening, Mister Tomlinson,” he greets Louis as soon as he reaches him.

Louis turns his head to face him, fingers not stopping his movements over the keys. “Good evening, Your Royal Highness.”

“You sound excellent this evening.”

“You always say that, Sir,” Louis replies cheekily, sending him a wink before turning back to the music sheet.

Harry sits down next to him on the bench, back turned to the piano. “It never stops being true. Do you have some free time today?”

“I do. The queen requested strings for the next hour of performances. I will be free to roam around.”

“Perfect. Please come and find me when you can?”

“Your wish is my command,” Louis bows his head.

Harry can see the teasing gleam in his eyes and he smiles. He knows Louis doesn’t see his requests as commands, not anymore. He does like to joke about Harry’s status though, the more comfortable they grow into their friendship.

Harry was once told that marriages only work when the couple becomes friends first and foremost. He always thought it was a weird notion, as he never understood the attractiveness of marrying a friend. But now he knows what they mean. He is Louis’ friend. Their foundation of trust and open communication was built on their friendship. And now it feels like all it would take for them to fall into one another with open arms is the built of intimacy only allowed between lovers. It isn’t scary. It doesn’t feel like a stretch. It’s a continuation of what they already have.

Harry knows it’s silly to believe in love at first sight and soulmates. He had been told off multiple times until his family gave up on him. But he can’t help it wanting to feel love and live a beautiful romance. And now that he has found that possibility with Louis, he doesn’t want to let it go. He won’t let this opportunity at a truly happy marriage get away from him, no matter what.

So Harry does his rounds, dancing with a few people, talking to his family members, until Louis approaches him with a curtsy.

“You asked for me, Your Royal Highness.” He speaks formally as he interrupts Harry’s conversation with a Viscount.

“Yes, Mister Tomlinson. I’d rather like to pick your brain about a piece you were playing. Would you mind accompanying me to the balcony for a breath of fresh air?”

“Not at all.”

Harry smiles at the Viscount, who understands the message and bows, allowing Harry to leave. He leads the way up the stairs and towards the glass door leading to a splendid view of the royal gardens, hearing Louis follow him closely. Thankfully, the space is empty save for a bodyguard by the door, so Harry accommodates himself on a chair near the railing. Louis sits opposite him without any prompting.

“What piece would you like to discuss, Sir?”

Harry laughs. “Oh, Louis. I wish I had enough understanding of music to participate in such topics of discussion.”

“I know,” Louis smirks. “I was thinking… If it’s something of your interest, I could give you some training. I have enough free time to give you lessons for a few hours per week.”

“Oh, that’s a lovely offer.” Harry has to fight back the part of his mind screaming at him to say yes, to accept any possible way of spending time with Louis. But he has to control it, knowing he has more important matters to mention before accepting anything. “But I’m afraid I can’t accept right away. There is a reason I wanted to speak with you privately today.”

“Alright.” Louis sits straighter on his chair, giving Harry his full attention. “Go on then.”

“Louis, I have come to greatly enjoy the minutes I am fortunate enough to spend with you every week. Our friendship is dear to my heart. But I haven’t been completely honest with you.” Harry pauses, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves. “Ever since we met, I felt a distinct pull towards your charm and charisma. With every passing interaction, my fondness for you grows stronger. I am sure we would make an amazing pair. So, Louis, would you give me the honour of courting you?”

Louis looks troubled, biting his lips as he hears Harry’s words. It makes Harry afraid that he misinterpreted Louis’ niceties for reciprocity. His heart aches, as he sees in Louis’ eyes that his advances will be rejected.

“Sir,” Louis starts but then stops himself. He takes Harry’s hands in his with a sad smile. “Harry. I am incredibly flattered that you would think of me as a partner to you. I don’t want you to think that I’m not fond of you, too, because that’s the furthest thing from the truth. How could I not be? You’re such a kind and beautiful person. But I don’t have any sort of noble background. I would never be more than a paramour to you.”

Harry furrows his eyebrows. “How could you say that, Louis? I don’t want you for your body. I want you for your soul.”

“Harry…”

“No. Listen.” Harry is quick to interrupt Louis’ retort, as he is clearly misunderstanding Harry’s intentions. “I am asking to court you as a prospective husband, not just a lover.”

Louis’ face turns from sad to incredulous, and Harry almost wants to laugh.

“The high council would never allow you to officially court a commoner,” Louis tells him slowly, like Harry hadn’t considered those issues before proposing their courtship.

Harry chuckles. “They will do as the king says, Louis.”

“Alright. But the king will never allow such a thing either,” Louis insists stubbornly.

“He will.”

“Harry,” Louis deadpans.

“Louis,” Harry copies his tone before shaking his head in amusement. “My older sister is married and has two heirs. I have an uncle and quite a few older cousins. There is a multitude of people willing to take the throne. They don’t need me. Everyone knows my part in the royal family is diplomatic.”

Louis watches him, still looking doubtful.

Harry brings Louis’ hands up, kissing the back of each other them gently before bringing them back down to his lap.

“Trust me, Louis. I have given this much thought. Marrying a commoner, in my situation, could even help our relationship with other countries that have abandoned Monarchy in favour of Republicanism. I have already spoken to my mother and sister, and they will argue in our favour. I really don’t think the King will deny courtship to us.”

Louis’ shoulders sag as he looks at Harry awestruck. A laugh escapes his mouth. “You really have made your case.”

“Have I convinced you?” Harry asks, holding back the smile threatening to spread across his face.

“You have. I would be honoured to be courted by you, Your Royal Highness.”

Harry finally lets himself feel the happiness flooding his veins, making his heartbeat pick up in sheer excitement and joy.

“Harry. With you, I’m always just Harry.”

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ *⋆☆ﾟ

#uh I feel like I should apologize bc this both got out of control and didn't explore exactly what your prompt said lol #but it was fun to write!#thank you so much for indulging me <3 #royalty aus #essercipertuttienonperse

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anikkis-fantasirealities · 3 years

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𝙂𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚, it means “red lotus” in English—the title of the Japanese opening theme for the animation called, “Kimetsu no Yaiba,” or more acclaimed as “Demon Slayer” by millions of anime ethusiasts across the web. I wondered what that range of vocals wanted to tell me. Those beautiful notes and the intensifying instrumental that accompanies such an epic story. Slowly, I understood why she is adored by many people, rain or shine, sun rays to lunar silhouettes. Now, here I am writing with everlasting conviction, to share everything I know about her—the reasons why that captivating rhythm, those inspiring words, and the pleasant emotions, made me sing along. So, let’s rest for a while, and I’ll tell you more about LiSA, behind the reflection of that worn out blade.

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LiSA, or Risa Oribe in real life, is a Japanese singer, songwriter, and lyricist from the Gifu Prefecture—in the small city of Seki. She is 165 centimeters tall, which is quite tall for a Japanese woman. She is known for her multiple song hits used in Japanese animation titles such as the Fate series and Sword Art Online. Though, did you know that she also sang for the music-based anime series, “Angel Beats!” as one of the main characters who so happened to be a vocalist, as well? This was LiSA’s professional song debut in the music industry, which she lunged into when she was given a chance to step onto the reknowned arena for some of Japan’s history makers: Nippon Budokan! As a kid, Risa Oribe was taught lessons in piano, dancing, and singing, which continued onto her junior high school years. After auditioning in the infamous Budokan, she held onto the dream of becoming an artist on the next journeys she would walk on outside her hometown.

Believe it or not, the name “LiSA” is an stylized acronym, consisting of confident letters that possess unique dignified meaning from one another. The stage name is adopted from a blast from the past, of the times Risa Oribe had travelled to Tokyo to form a band. “LiSA” stands for, “𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙎𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝘼𝙡𝙡” which may sound weird for English speakers, nonetheless, its significance still pulls my heartstrings all in all. Prior to becoming the individual singing artist, “LiSA,” Risa Oribe has always been a part of bands ever since high school—one of them being a cover band of indie rock music, “CHUCKY.” Despite the risk of working with the band in exchange for her accredited certificates from university, she continued to reach for her ultimate dream career as a singer. Unfortunately, “CHUCKY” only lasted for three years, and this is what led Risa Oribe to test her luck in the capital of Japan—persevering for that aspiration, because there’s no turning back now!

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ㅤㅤ 【じっと見つめた　キミの瞳に映ったボクが生きたシルシ】

ㅤㅤ ❝ As I stare intently into your eyes, ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤmy reflection there is the proof I exist, ❞ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ- LiSA (Shirushi)

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LiSA’s musical influences are, surprisingly, internationally respected musicians of the English language. Some of these prominent figures in her life are Avril Lavigne, Green Day, Paramore, and Rihanna. She is well-known for memorable hyped performances filled of power and passion. Sometimes, if people are granted the opportunity to be mesmerized by remarkable skill, she is also able to play the guitar and key harmonica in her concerts. She can sing in Japanese, obviously, but her words weaved with melody extends into Chinese and English perception, too. As a songwriter, she personally wrote some of her produced masterpieces like “Shirushi” and “Rally Go Round.” Though, perhaps you’ve never would guess that LiSA had a voice acting debut in 2015, too! Don’t get your hopes up because she did not give life to any anime characters, but instead, she became the Japanese voice of Madge Nelson in the film, “Minions.” I know, don’t get me wrong, it’s a shocking difference from the person LiSA is famous for.

However, for Risa Oribe, it was not something to be shy about, for she absolutely loves Minions! For avid fans of LiSA, they would often spot sightings of Minions merchandise in her social media accounts. It’s a fact that wouldn’t make you think that she can be that intimidating performer on fire, once she leaps onto stage. She still has that gentle vibe, especially when she raises her arm to greet the audience with a simple peace sign. The dark packed venue would chant along the bridge instrumental, rapidly waving their lightsticks until the song performance is finished. It’s as if the stars have landed in a small part of Earth during the night fall, to take a day-off head banging to the beat of rock. LiSA’s concerts deliver the message that “𝙇𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙎𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝘼𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨,” as it is the running title pinned to her lives from then to now.

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Speaking of which, here’s a fun fact! Did you also know that LiSA’s albums all start with the letter L? From “Letters to U” and “Launcher,” to “Leo-Nine” and the recently revealed “Ladybug,” each album has a motif that follows her musical style. LiSA’s original songs tell stories of hope, determination, and love. Ever since she released her first solo single debut, “Oath Sign,” for the anime, “Fate/Zero,” her name would never vanish from the music charts of new singles and albums in Japan. Songs like “Crossing Field,” “Catch the Moment,” and “ADAMAS,” of “Sword Art Online” were also noteworthy for their impact on LiSA’s career as a singer, not only for Japanese animations, but also for Japanese TV dramas and live-action films. Her very own, “Homura,” for the anime film, “Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba: Mugen Train” have even outstretched to the Billboard charts across the Pacific ocean!

Today, she has celebrated her 10th anniversary in the music industry—a realization that it just seems like yesterday when she got to meet her fans in different countries, go on tours to perform everyone’s favorite anime songs of hers, and made her mark as an “𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧” of the Rising Sun. That is why she is, indeed, an artist with a lively legacy to our current era—a personality deserving of a profile article from yours truly. It’s been great having you with me in this article, and I hope you were able to find admiration for LiSA and her work! Thank you for reading! I’ll see you again in another blog where my fantasies become realities! A Nikki reminder: don’t always go with the flow, and be yourself! Good day!

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ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ 【生き残ったこの世界で　新しい　眩しい　 ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ 開けを迎えに行こうか】

ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ❝ In this world I live in, there will be a new glow, ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ for now let’s welcome the new dawn! ❞ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ - LiSA (dawn)

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ㅤㅤ﹙dedication. ﹚ ୨˚୧ ˚ ༘♡.↳ ₊˚‧

This blog is dedicated to my sister, who is a big fan of LiSA. I am grateful that you’ve made me sing with her, forevermore.

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➥ Cover Edit

➫ Background

➫ Stand-out LiSA holding a microphone stand

➫ Sitting LiSA

➫ Butterfly themed LiSA

➫ Kimono LiSA

➫ "Brave Freak Out" promotional picture

➫ "Only ≠ Lonely"

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➥ GIF

➫ "Gurenge" Music Clip ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

➥ First Blog Divider

➫ "Datte Atashino Hero" Music Video

➫ "KiSS me PARADOX" -LiVE is Smile Always ～PiNK & BLACK～ Live

➫ "No More Time Machine" Music Clip

➫ "LEO-NiNE" Limited Edition A Album Cover

➫ "LUCKY Hi FiVE" Single Cover ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

➥ Second Blog Divider

➫ Raising Arm LiSA

➫ "ASH" Single promotional picture

➫ "Unlasting" promotional picture

➫ "ADAMAS" article by Billboard

➫ "Shirushi" Music Video ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

➥ Third Divider

➫ Red-themed LiSA

➫ "Letters to ME" Music Video

➫ "Surprise" Music Video ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

➥ Source of Information

➫ LiSA Wikipedia page

➫ LiSA’s Discography Wikipedia page

➫ Every Anime Song by LiSA fan-video compilation

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chp 1 🎶 a light in your eyes that keeps shining

Shouto stared at the keys in front of him; the black and white rectangles blurred together as he spaced out. He had been running this piece all afternoon and he couldn't be more bored with it if he tried. Each time sounded just as good as the last, but he kept on practicing- leaving no room for the possibility of error. Less errors meant less scolding from his father.

His instructor didn't have any clients this afternoon and told him he could use the piano for as long as he wanted. He took lessons here twice a week when his father had other obligations and couldn't supervise, which also meant he never had much time for himself. Luckily, these two days were such a breath of fresh air from the usual routine that he always looked forward to them.

He let out a heavy sigh as he stretched his fingers and his arms. It was so peaceful; the warm sunlight pouring through the windows, golden hues illuminating the shiny surface of the grand piano. The whole room bathed in incredible warmth, something his house felt completely devoid of.

He couldn't remember how long he had been sitting there, but it felt like hours. He yawned as he glanced at the clock, his eyes slowly trailing over to the mahogany drum set that stared at him from the corner of the room. He had looked at it longingly for about 6 months, ever since he started his lessons here. There were so many different components and they seemed so complex, like a different world he was unaware of.

His curiosity itched to no end and he finally gathered the courage to walk over to it, grazing the drumhead with his fingers as he sat on the stool. His teacher had gone on an errand and he knew she wouldn't be back for a little while. Picking up the black wooden drumsticks, he started tapping gently on each piece to test the different noises they each made. After a few minutes of self-containment, he couldn’t help but let loose. He banged the different sized drums, smashed the symbols and kicked the bass pedal intermittently, with no direction and no sheet music to follow along with. It was the most exhilarated he had felt in a long time. He played with such enthusiasm that sweat started to accumulate on his brow as he lashed about without a care in the world. He didn't notice this rarity himself, but throughout his messy performance, his face was plastered with a playful grin. His focus shifted upwards as his eye caught a glimpse of a figure and he jumped up, almost tripping over the bass drum. A young girl was leaning in the doorway, her arms crossed and a smirk playing at her features. She couldn't help but find his clumsiness amusing.

Locking on her gaze, he instantly recognized her from the family photos on his teacher's desk. It was her daughter and he didn't know much about her, besides the few details she had mentioned to him in the past. Apparently she was exceptionally talented in multiple instruments and attended a very esteemed music academy in the city. The way she always beamed when she spoke of her, made it obvious how proud she was, and that shamefully always stung him. The only pride ever displayed from his father never felt out of love and his mother, well she was a different story.

"I... I'm sorry I uh...shouldn't have-"

She interrupted mid-sentence, holding up her hand and walking towards him, "Don't apologize! I'm the one who should apologize for startling you during your performance." She smiled and jokingly added," I'm going to guess that was your first time playing? If not, well then my mother might have lost her touch."

"That was the first time." He stood up straighter, trying to play off his embarrassment by transitioning into his usual stoic gaze. "I was just... curious is all."

"Ah. Well I have to say, you look good back there."

"Thanks," he mumbled, his cheeks feeling hot as he put down the drumsticks and started to back away from the drum set.

"Whoa, not so fast." She was at his side quickly and pushed him back towards the seat. He looked at her, confusion written on his face as he sat back down. She picked up the drumsticks, effortlessly twirling one around in her fingers. "Consider this your first lesson." Something about her made him feel at ease and he couldn't think of an excuse to refuse. He nodded in agreement and she grinned.

She didn't waste any time before naming each component and explaining the proper technique and form, including fixing the way he held the drumsticks. He admired how she spoke with such emotion, using her hands when trying to emphasize her opinion and the way her eyes lit up when she rambled on about what aspects she thought were the most important in order to be a good musician. It wasn't just her bright green eyes or that faint smell of gardenia that reminded him of her mother, but it was that burning passion towards music which was so evident in their words and motions. He longed to have that kind of burning emotion towards it as well. He soaked in every word, not wanting to forget a single thing she said--- or how her hair glistened against her smooth, freckled skin.

After going over the basics for about twenty minutes, she demonstrated a few basic drum beats. Once she ran through them a few times, she handed him back the drumsticks, gesturing for him to try. He followed her instruction, recreating the beat under her guidance. It wasn't hard for him to catch on. She stood back and watched as he seemed to effortlessly repeated the sample over and over, even adding in little changes while increasing the tempo each time. It was wildly impressive and after a few minutes, she spoke again. "Can I ask you something?'

"Go ahead," he responded, still focused on keeping a beat.

"Do you actually enjoy playing piano?"

He stopped and turned to face her. "What makes you ask that?"

"Well, I heard you playing Einaudi earlier, many times through I might add. And don’t get me wrong... you play wonderfully! Probably with some of the best form I've ever heard from someone our age. It's just... it sounded a bit— robotic, or like it wasn’t coming from the heart." She pushed herself off the wall and walked to the other side of the drum set. "Listening to you play just now, and before when I came in and interrupted you, something just feels different. It's like I could finally hear you in it."

"But you've only just met me..." he stated bluntly. "How could you know something like that?" There was no doubt that he was experiencing a bit of freedom in himself today, but her analysis suddenly had him feeling a little exposed and embarrassed. These unexpected emotions were new to him.

"I'm sorry... it was just a feeling I had. I didn't mean to pry." She fell silent for a moment, having felt slightly bad for how he reacted. She chuckled in hopes to lighten the mood. "I guess with that rad hair you just totally have that whole badass drummer vibe going on." She leaned back, framing his face with her fingers and staring at him through the opening. "I mean, who wouldn't want to be the next John Bonham."

"John Bonham?"

She gestured towards a framed record on the wall behind him, feeling thankful to change the subject. "Only one of the best drummers to ever grace the face of the earth." She walked over to her backpack and pulled out her phone, unraveling the headphones wrapped around it. She tapped on the screen a few times and then handed it over to him.

His tone was quizzical as he read off the name, "Fool in the Rain by ...Led Zeppelin?"

"Have you really never heard of them?"

Shouto shook his head and her mouth dropped.

"Alright well... take it all in buddy," she motioned towards the ear buds.

He put them in his ears, pressed play and stared down at the phone as the song started. It didn’t take long for him to be hooked, zoning in on the drums and how they effortlessly worked with the other instruments to form the melody. His head started to move with the beat, following along with its rhythm. He could identify the specific sounds of each component he had learned. It's like something clicked and he understood when she had said that a good drummer can make all the difference to how the song comes together. It was the first time he had actually "heard" a piece of music. Don't get him wrong, he knew the piano could be an incredibly moving instrument, but nothing had ever spoken to him personally like this. The song was about halfway through when it suddenly paused.

"Uh, someone named ... Boomer is calling." He handed her the phone.

"Oh!" she said, glancing up at the clock as she scrambled to answer.

‘What kind of name is Boomer?’ he thought.

"Hey! Sorry if you've been waiting, I lost track of time. I'll head over n--- ....I SAID I WAS SORRY....... It's none of your business ya punk! Just chill out, I'll be there soon!" She groaned in annoyance and ended the call, "I gotta go."

She walked to where a few guitars hung on the wall and took down a black and white Gibson, placing it in the case that was on the floor beneath it.

"You play guitar too?" Shouto asked. He wasn't really surprised as his teacher had already told him in the past that she played multiple instruments. He didn't know why but for some reason he wanted to continue being in her company for just a little longer.

"Among other things, yeah. I get bored if I stick to one thing for too long."

"Dividing your efforts into multiple instruments has to make mastering one pretty difficult," he stated matter of factly.

"I think you and I may look at music a little differently. I don't play an instrument with the need to master it. I play because of how it makes me feel. I let the instrument guide me where it needs to go, not the other way around. I guess, I just don't see the point in doing something if it doesn't set my soul on fire, ya know?" She zipped up the guitar bag and walked back towards him, holding out her hand. "I'm Ronnie by the way."

He walked around the drum set and shook it. "Todoroki, Shouto." She was staring at him intensely, making him shift uncomfortably. "What is it?" he asked a bit harshly, feeling conscious about his scar.

"Oh! Sorry- ha! I was just admiring that rockstar hair of yours again." She flashed him a rock and roll sign, though he didn't understand the gesture. It wasn't just the hair that had her mesmerized, but the smooth, burned skin around his eye. She felt sad that she found it so beautiful, without knowing what kind of pain was behind it.

"Thanks? I guess." He looked away, putting his hands in his pockets.

She smiled. "It kind of reminds me of Christmas morning." He looked back at her, his cheeks feeling warm again.

"Well, I guess I'll see ya around, Shouto."

His mouth went a bit dry at the familiarity and he nodded. "Yeah. See ya."

She turned and walked out of the room. He listened as the front door opened, feeling an odd knot in his stomach as it closed. He grasped at the sensation over his shirt and went over to sit back down at the piano. He couldn't pinpoint what exactly this feeling was, but it had made him feel SOMETHING, so he relished in it. Grabbing his phone from out of his pocket, he opened up Apple Music and typed in a song. He closed his eyes, his lips twitching up slightly as "Fool in the Rain" started to play through the speakers.

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♫ music selection ♫

Ludovico Einaudi - Nuvole Bianche

Led Zeppelin - Fool in the Rain

this was the first chapter of my abandoned BNHA music AU (+ a few HQ!! crossovers)... but i think it works as a cute standalone piece. recently been debating on resurrecting this fic or just using the existing material for hcs or scenarios... hmmm 🤔

xo n.pi

#shouto x oc #shouto todoroki x oc #shoto todoroki #shouto todoroki #shoto x todoroki oc #shoto x oc #mha #mha imagines #mha fanfic #bnha imagines #bnha fanfiction #bnha au #band au #todoroki x oc #my hero fanfic #my hero imagines #my headcanons #bnha headcanons

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Event: LGBTQA+ Month hosted by @ft-wwtdp

Ship: Gajeed ( Freed Justine x Gajeed Redfox)

Prompts: Traditions, Quiet, Amrbosia, Learning, Game

Verse: Modern AU

Alternate Places To Read: Fanfiction, Archive of our Own. Event master list here.

Here’s my forth group of one shots for the LGBTQA+ month. You can read rest in the master list linked above. I don’t think there’s anything to warn you about in this one. Hope you enjoy.

Day Sixteen – Traditions (Of a Kind)

Gajeel wasn't the most traditional man. He hadn't had a particularly normal life, starting life in a care home with multiple other kids and then being adopted by Metalicana, who also wasn't a traditional man. So often, in his later life, he'd realise that something that had never been important to him was a relatively big part of other people's lives.

One example was Freed's birthday.

He knew it was coming, but didn't think much of it. Birthdays had never been too big of a thing to him; his care home didn't have enough money for anything other than a cake shared between them all, after all. It was only when he ran into Bickslow, who was talking about the things that he intended to buy for Freed, that Gajeel realised that he should probably get the man something. Annoyingly, that happened the day before Freed's birthday, and Gajeel hadn't been paid in weeks. It wasn't a good situation.

What made it worse was Freed had lived in luxury compared to Gajeel, and he could only guess how grand Freed's birthdays had been. But Gajeel, his boyfriend, wouldn't be able get him anything. He had neither the time, nor the money.

All in all, the situation was shit.

But Gajeel wasn't going to just accept it. He loved Freed and wanted to make that know, and just because he couldn't afford to get him anything fancy or luxurious – no doubt like his friends would do – it didn't mean he couldn't do something good for the man he loved. With that in mind, he returned to his apartment as quickly as he could, removed his guitar from the wall, got some empty music sheets from a cupboard and started to strum.

The next day, he had woken up in Freed's bed, arms wrapped around the smaller man in a protective hold. Freed was still sleeping, and Gajeel absently nuzzled the top of his head before leaving the bed. He brewed coffee, and made a simple pastry-based breakfast. Well, he put pastries in the oven for a short while then onto a plate.

When Freed woke up, he seemed to appreciate it.

They ate together in the warmness of Freed's sheets, Gajeel delighted at the feeling of Freed's body gently leaning against him. He rested their heads together and smiled, he loved the moments of calm quiet with his boyfriend. Luckily for him, they came often.

"We should probably think about getting dressed soon," Freed suggested eventually. "Apparently Bickslow and Evergreen are intending to come here quite early."

"I suppose," Gajeel sighed. "Before we do, could I give you my gift. It ain't exactly… I mean you know I've been loosin' shifts because my boss is a dick, so I ain't got much money to spare-"

"I told you that you needn't worry about it," Freed assured him. "It's why I only mentioned it a few days ago. I don't really celebrate my birthday that much anyway. My friends are the ones who insist on doing something."

Gajeel could believe that, if Bickslow's excitement was reflective of them all.

"Well, I wanted to do something at least. Just give me a second."

After speaking, Gajeel stood up and walked to Freed's living room. He picked up his guitar case and removed the instrument from it, quietly checking it was in tune before entering the bedroom again. He couldn't help but smirk a little when he saw Freed eye the instrument warily before putting an enigmatic expression on his features. Freed seemed to be expecting the worst, Gajeel would be happy to prove him wrong.

"I, erm, I wrote it myself," Gajeel said, cheeks reddening as he sat at the end of the bed. "Hope you like it."

Then he began to play. It was a short instrumental piece, made with Freed in mind. It was dark, slow, smooth and rhythmic. He focused on the music, doing his best to instil the feelings he had for his boyfriend into the strumming of the strings.

When he glanced towards Freed, he saw that the man had closed his eyes. Gajeel smiled when he saw a gentle movement of his head in time with his music, it was clear that Freed was enjoying it. The feeling of warmth that flowed through Gajeel was amazing, and he was suddenly glad that he hadn't been able to buy Freed anything. He doubted getting him some trinket and a card would have gotten a reaction like this. This was better.

He played passionately, allowing himself to get as lost in the music as Freed seemed to be. The song soon ended though, and he allowed it to trail off. Freed's eyes fluttered open, and he looked at Gajeel with such a soft expression that he felt like he might have melted.

"Wow," Freed said softly. "That was incredible."

"Could've been better," Gajeel mumbled, he'd never been good at getting compliments. "Honestly I only started working on it last night, so it ain't as good as it could've been."

"The fact you're able to make that a day is incredibly impressive," Freed assured him, before speaking slightly hesitantly. "I do have one question, though."

"Yeah?" Gajeel asked, grinning again. He had a feeling he knew what it would be.

"Well, you've taken me to a fair few open mic nights where you've played," Freed's voice was careful, and Gajeel had to stop himself from laughing. "And, compared to this, your… musical style has been," He thought of a word, and Gajeel bit the inside of his mouth to stop himself from speaking. "Unique."

"Unique?" Gajeel said, a laugh in his voice. He'd let Freed stew for a little while longer. "What d'ya mean."

"Well, I'm not a musician so I'm not entirely sure what the, erm, technical terminology is," Freed began, and Gajeel was reaching his limit with how much laughter he could hold in. "But when you perform publicly, you're a little more-"

"Shit?" Gajeel completed with a cackle.

"I wouldn't say that," Freed said hurriedly, and Gajeel started to laugh hard.

"I lost a bet with salamander," Gajeel grinned. "At least once a month I need to go out in public, play some out of tune awful crap, do weird scat singing and make an ass out of myself."

"Oh," Freed said, blankly. His cheeks were red.

"Yeah," Gajeel grinned, crawling atop Freed and kissing him. "It's awful fun watching ya try and compliment me once I finished my set."

"Asshole," Freed muttered, leaning up and kissing Gajeel with a grin.

~~~

Day Seventeen – Quiet (Time Together)

It didn't happen often, but sometimes both Freed and Gajeel wouldn't be able to sleep.

There was never a particular reason for it, but sometimes they both wouldn't be able to sleep. They would find themselves lying next to each other, unable to let the needed slumber overtake them. Sometimes they did nothing and hoped sleep would take them, sometimes they would distract themselves with each other's bodies, and other times they would do something a little more random. This was one such time.

"Neither of us are getting to sleep tonight," Gajeel eventually said, glancing at the clock. It was almost four in the morning. "So I've an idea, if you wanna hear it."

"Sure," Freed nodded as he shifted to look at his boyfriend.

"We call in sick tomorrow, or later today I guess, since we won't be able to concentrate if we go in," Gajeel began. "And since we won't have anything to do, we go to the beach," Gajeel saw Freed open his mouth to speak. He stopped him before he could say anything. "But we go right now."

"Its four in the morning, Gajeel," Freed said with a small laugh.

"Yeah it is," Gajeel nodded. "We take the bike out; the roads won't be busy so it should only take half an hour. It'll basically be empty; we could probably watch the sun rise."

"That actually rounds rather nice," Freed admitted.

They were moving a minute later and dressed themselves appropriately for the cold of early morning by the coast. Soon they climbed atop Gajeel's motorcycle and were rushing through the near empty streets of Magnolia, the rush of cold wind shaking away any tiredness that either man was feeling. Unbeknown to Gajeel, Freed was smiling slightly as he clung to him; he had grown to enjoy riding on Gajeel's bike, and something about the earliness of the morning made this experience feel a little different.

Throughout their relationship, many people had pointed out that Gajeel wasn't what they expected in a boyfriend for Freed. They had, sometimes rudely, suggested he should have dated someone more refined. Freed disagreed. Because Gajeel was rather perfect for him.

He was sweet, and artistic, and kind. Perhaps he had a lot of piercings and that might not be the conventional picture of niceness, but it didn't change who Gajeel was. He was a creative, heartfelt man with a charmingly impulsive side that had more than once gotten Freed to do something he wouldn't have considered doing when he was alone. He certainly wouldn't be going to the beach in the morning, he'd be fighting to fall asleep so he wouldn't be yawning at him meeting tomorrow.

Gajeel wasn't the perfect boyfriend for everyone, but he was as close as Freed felt was possible for him.

Once they arrived at the coast, it was still dark. They parked the bike at a nearby clearing, removed their leathers and walked towards the beach side by side. The stars and moon were the only thing illuminating their walk to the sand, and the tranquillity of the situation was perfect.

As they got closer, the sound of the sea could be heard. It was a relatively choppy ocean, with impressive waves crashing down illuminated by the starlight. Freed had always preferred when the ocean was chaotic and crashing than when it was calm; he always thought it gave it more character and grandeur. The sea was perhaps the most formidable thing on the planet, and he enjoyed seeing it in its destructive glory.

They decided to sit by each other in the dry sand, looking out over the ocean without speaking. It seemed to go on for ever, warping and whirling for miles until it reached the skyline. It really was beautiful.

"Thank you," Freed said quietly, and Gajeel looked down at him with a small frown. "For suggesting things like this. I sometimes wonder if I would do anything if you, and my friends I suppose, didn't push me into doing them."

Gajeel looked down at his boyfriend with a small expression of concern. Freed wasn't closed off as a person, but he didn't often get reflective in this way. He had always seemed to focus on the future instead of the past and seeing him thinking about his life in such a way wasn't something that happened often.

"You would have," Gajeel assured him.

"I'm not sure," Freed smiled, a little cynically. "When I was choosing my university, I had three options. I went to the one on the coast because I loved looking out at the ocean. I imagined going there multiple times a week, just watching the waves. But, after my first semester, I could count the times I even saw the sea on one hand," He sighed, a little downtrodden. "And now I work all the time, and it's my main priority, and I genuinely don't think I'd think of anything else if I didn't have you, Laxus, Bix and Ever."

"Course you would," Gajeel laughed a little. "You're only sayin' this because yer tired. And, well, I think everyone in their mid-twenties thinks that way. We all think we're gonna change the world or live in a sit-com or whatever. Nobody does, and that ain't a failure. It's just- just life, I guess."

"I suppose," Freed didn't sound convinced.

"Freed, yer doin' fine. I don't know what you'd be like if you didn't have any of us, but it doesn't matter. Because you've got us here, and we ain't going anywhere," He patted Freed on the back. "You've just had a stressful couple of weeks, that all."

"Perhaps," Freed nodded a little. He seemed to agree this time, at least.

"Y'know, I'm pretty fond of the coast as well," Gajeel continued, voice a little lighter now. "We could come here more often."

"That'd be nice," Freed agreed, looking over the ocean.

"What about this. We pick a random day each month, and on that day we call in sick and come here just like we did today," Gajeel suggested.

"I'd actually quite like that," Freed smiled.

Gajeel was glad to see the smile and wanted to increase it. At the start of their relationship, Freed had been hesitant to smile at times. He was now more generous, and Gajeel loved seeing it. Because of that, he got an idea on how to make it wider.

"How about, for fun, we make a bet. Since we'll be coming here in the morning, we'll both be tired," Gajeel continued, and Freed nodded. "So, first person to yawn loses. Loser gets dunked in the water."

"Really?" Freed laughed, and Gajeel nodded. "Fine, you've a deal."

"Good," Gajeel grinned. He then stood up, tucked his hands under Freed's legs and hoisted him up. Freed looked at him confused. "You yawned when we got off the bike. It counts."

"You wouldn't," Freed warned, but was grinning.

"I wouldn't get my boyfriend wet, so he has to take his clothes off to let them dry?" Gajeel quirked an eyebrow. "Doesn't sound like me."

He cackled as he ran towards the ocean, Freed laughing, as the sun rose.

~~~

Day Eighteen – Ambrosia (In a Time of Need)

He should have guessed this would happen, but that didn't make the reality any better.

The day before, on his journey to his dorms from University, Freed had been forced to wait in the rain at the bus stop for nearly an hour. A mixture of poor planning on his part and unfortunate weather had meant he only had his relatively thin coat as protection, and the cold wind and relentless water beating down on him had clearly had an effect on him. The sniffling, sneezing, and coughing was a testament to that.

Freed never got sick, it was a point of pride with him. He had a strong immune system and made sure not to put himself in illness inducing situations when possible. So the fact that he was sick annoyed him, and it also meant he was not at all prepared to look after himself.

Which was unfortunate as, living in university dorms, he was essentially alone.

What was worse was that he had planned to have a date with his boyfriend, which now clearly couldn't happen. Gajeel hadn't complained about the cancellation, and had been sympathetic to what Freed was going through; although he had laughed and called him 'Phlegm Face' after being assured that it was nothing more than a few coughs and a headache. Freed had laughed at that, which made his head spin, which he confessed to Gajeel, who laughed even more. Freed smiled weakly through the teasing, and thanked him when Gajeel said he would come to his dorm when he was finished for the day.

But now he was alone. He had attempted to make himself some breakfast, but the idea of cereal made him gag, anything with sugar would make him vomit, and toast was too sickly with the butter he preferred. He'd settled on a glass of water and a plain cracker. It wasn't a good meal.

He pulled his laptop to his side, opening Netflix and finding a show that wouldn't be too thought provoking to watch. Ideally, he would have spent a day off reading something – he's purchased the first book in a horror series that he had wanted to begin soon – but when he had attempted to read his head had throbbed and the words on the pages melded together into a blurring mess of scribbles. So watching crap television on his laptop was all he was left to do.

The day had been a hazy mess, and he wasn't entirely sure what time it was when there was a soft but firm knocking on his dorm door. He climbed off his bed, a little slower than normal, and opened the door. Gajeel was there, smiling.

"You're dressed?" Gajeel deadpanned.

"You'd prefer me naked?" Freed commented, sniffling.

"Most of the time, yeah," Gajeel chuckled, stepping into Freed's room. "But what I meant was, you're wearing a button up shirt and dress pants, rather than sweats and a t-shirt. Most guys wouldn't wear that normally, let alone when they're sick."

"Most men are weak," Freed commented.

Watching his boyfriend, Freed realised that Gajeel hadn't come in empty handed. He had a plastic bag, and was pulling out small plastic boxes out of it. Freed looked over them with a small frown on his face, not sure what was in them. Gajeel looked over his shoulder, chuckling at the expression on the sick man's face. He was less in control of his features when ill, and was clearly trying to find out what filled the boxes without asking.

"Change into your sweats," Gajeel demanded. "And get in bed, shit-for-brains."

"Traditionally, you're meant to be kind when your boyfriend is sick," Freed mumbled, reaching for his nightwear as he unbuttoned his shirt.

"I brought you soup, didn't I?," Gajeel grinned.

Freed rolled his eyes, the room only shaking slightly as he did so. He smiled a little as he changed into his sleeping attire, much preferring Gajeel maintaining his teasing nature rather than becoming an annoyingly nice version of himself. Part of why Freed disliked being sick – other than the general feeling of crappiness – was the unneeded sympathy it garnered. He didn't somehow become a fragile glass version of himself, and didn't need people to treat him thusly. And if that meant Gajeel called him 'shit-for-brains' then he was fine with that.

After changing and getting into bed, which was a lot more comfortable than he expected, he watched his boyfriend. The man had boiled the kettle Freed kept in his room, and was slowly adding hot water into the plastic box. The smell of chicken stock and vegetable filled the stuffy room.

"Did you bring me chicken soup?" Freed asked, his mind catching up to him. "I wasn't aware people actually did that."

"Most people don't," Gajeel shrugged, stirring the soup as he slowly walked over to Freed. "Most people ain't got the best recipe for chicken soup, though."

"The best recipe? That's quite a claim," Freed chuckled weakly.

He shifted to the side so that Gajeel could climb in beside him. The other man carefully handed him the box of soup, and Freed felt his stomach growl for the first time that day. He slowly brought a spoonful of the soup to his lips, and let out a small hum in appreciation. Although he was biased, as all he had eaten in the day was a cracker and it had just turned seven in the evening – damn, it was later than he thought – but it genuinely did taste incredible.

"Good right?" Gajeel grinned, wrapping an arm around Freed's shoulders. "Dad taught me how to make it. Called it food of the gods."

"Ambrosia," Freed mused aloud, and Gajeel looked down at him with a frown. "It's what the Greeks used to call the food of the gods. Some people claimed that it was responsible for a long life, or even immortality," Freed rested his head against Gajeel's shoulder. "I also think it's a type of custard. I might be wrong about that, though."

"Even when you're sick, you can't help but be a smartass," Gajeel chuckled with a grin.

"I thought you enjoyed my little bits of trivia," Freed smiled, bringing another spoonful of soup into his mouth.

"I guess I do," Gajeel agreed, pulling Freed closer. The warmth radiating off his body was comforting the sick man, and he was glad for it. "I mainly like that your face relaxes when you're talking about the stuff that interests you. Ya always looks kinda wistful, it's cute."

"You think I'm cute now?" Freed laughed, sniffling and trying to hold back a cough.

"Cute as hell," Gajeel grinned, leaning over and pressing his lips against Freed's forehead.

"Thank you for coming," Freed mumbled, smiling softly as he cuddled closer to his boyfriend.

"I'm yer boyfriend, idiot. Course I'm here," Gajeel assured him.

They spent the rest of the night in each other's arms, talking about nothing in particular. Once the food was finished, they cuddled down, Freed wrapped tightly in Gajeel's grasp, with a tired smile. Even though he didn't enjoy being looked after, he could make an exception for Gajeel.

~~~

Day Nineteen – Learning (By The Roadside)

Being in a relationship, you're constantly learning about the other person. This was something that Freed had experienced with Gajeel multiple times. He had learned large things, like how he grew up in a care home and was adopted as a teenager. He learned small things, like he had originally shaved his eyebrows for a bet and liked the look. And he had learned things that were only relevant to him, such as how he needed keep far away from Gajeel and his alarm clock as the other man woke up.

Once, he had been between them for some reason, and Gajeel had absentmindedly slammed his fist out to turn it off, only to land a swift blow in Freed's groin. The asshole had laughed over an apology, and Freed had let out a series of cusses.

Today was a day they would both learn something knew about the other. Gajeel would learn that Freed didn't know anything about mechanics, and Freed would learn that Gajeel enjoyed gloating.

It had happened in some country road, where an unavoidable pothole had apparently burst one of the front tires of Freed's car, and he had been forced to stop where he was. The tire was beyond repair, with a large rip that nothing could seal, letting air out. He looked at the deflated rubber with a sigh, clicking his tongue absently as he decided what to do. Because, despite being a relatively practical man, he had never known how to change a tire. He had always lived in cities where potholes weren't an issue, and he didn't drive often, so the issue had never really arisen.

He had either two options. Either call his insurance and ask for help, which would be humiliating for such a prideful man, or call his boyfriend, who happened to be a mechanic.

Gajeel and him had only been dating for a few months, and they were still in what was often referred to as the honeymoon part of the relationship. Freed wasn't entirely sure if he had the right to call him in the middle of the day and ask him to leave his job to help him. But, the idea of being confronted with a tow-truck driver who would almost definitely complain about entitled youth was off-putting, so he had hoped his boyfriend would be amenable and called him.

It took Gajeel about forty minutes to find Freed's car, the revving of the mans motorbike alerting Freed to his presence. Freed had found the spare tire by that time, and had attempted to remove the ruined one without success.

"Hey handsome," Gajeel greeted with a grin, voice cheery. "Heard there was a damsel in distress."

"Call me a damsel again and I'll punch you in the face," Freed said, his tone equally cheerful. His was sarcastic, though.

"I can go if ya want," Gajeel taunted, though climbed off his bike and walked towards Freed's car. He hissed at the tire. "Did you slash the thing? It's fucking wrecked."

"Apparently country people don't fix their roads," Freed muttered, nodding to the pothole. Gajeel winced a little.

"Well, it shouldn't take long to change it," He grinned, pulling out the tools he needed from a small box attached to the back of his bike.

Freed watched the man as he leant down, holding a metal tool of some kind which he assumed would he used to undo the bolts that were keeping the tire in place; something Freed had attempted with a slightly too large wrench he happened to have in the back seat. He made sure to pay attention to what Gajeel was doing, so he could change a tire himself if the situation ever called for it.

On the final bolt, Gajeel attempted to remove it how he had before, but it wouldn't move. He readjusted his position slightly, and Freed saw his muscles bulging slightly more. With the added strength, the bolt began to turn.

"Why's that one tighter, Freed?" Gajeel asked, and the smile was evident in his tone. He knew.

"I had attempted to loosen it myself before you got here," Freed said, reddening slightly.

"You realised where you went wrong then?" Gajeel was grinning now. "If you wanna untighten it, you go anticlockwise. Sorta common knowledge really. Shocked you didn't figure it out."

"Shut up," Freed muttered, looking away.

"Anything else I should know about?" Gajeel grinned, taunting him further. "You didn't try and turn the AC on by setting fire to the engine? Open the trunk by welding it shut?"

"You're very funny," Freed deadpanned. Apparently Gajeel was more perceptive that Freed gave him credit for, as the questioning look he gave him showed that he knew Freed wasn't mentioning something. "I got annoyed and kicked it, if you must know."

Gajeel cackled out a laugh then, and Freed gave him an unimpressed look that only worsened the larger mans laughter. He stood up, wrapped his arms around Freed's waist and pulled him closer. The laughter turned into a quiet mixture of giggling and chuckling as he rested their foreheads together, and Freed seemed to have been calmed by the gesture, leaning in and pressing their lips together in a chaste kiss.

"It's not that funny, you know," Freed commented, and Gajeel smirked.

"It ain't," He agreed. "But you're always so fuckin'… capable, always have an answer and a solution; which I really fucking like about ya. I don't want some needy guy. But, it's kinda nice to know you have a flaw. I used to be, I don't know, kinda intimidated by ya. And the fact your flaw is what I do for a living… it's kinda funny."

Freed shook his head, but smiled. He hadn't known that he had been intimidating to Gajeel – it certainly hadn't been something he wanted to do – but he was glad that the feeling had lessened. Even at the death of his dignity.

"Well, I'm glad you're here and can help me," Freed admitted. "It's nice to know that you'd come if I needed you."

"Always," Gajeel promised.

They shared a short kiss again, and then Gajeel began to change the tire again. It didn't take long, and soon the new tire had been applied. Freed walked towards his car, and Gajeel noticed a small limp in his walk. He smirked, realising what had caused it.

"You hurt your foot when you kicked the car, didn't ya?" He asked, grinning.

"Shut up," Freed muttered, and Gajeel fell into loud and impassioned laughter. Despite himself, Freed joined in.

~~~

Day Twenty – Games (In the Snow)

Both Freed and Gajeel were competitive men, when the mood struck them. Games played together would often get heated as they tried to better the other, and it had become an established rule between their friends not to interrupt them when they were in the middle of playing something. The two men would focus only on winning, and it was best to leave them to their own devices when that was happening.

Anything could bring out their competitive side. Video games and board games were the worst, expect for the one time when they went mini golfing together. They still weren't allowed back.

They made sure never to let their competitive natures interfere with their relationship, though. If things started to get actually heated and arguments seemed as though they would form – rather than the playful teasing that was shared between them both – then they both knew that it was time to either take a break from the game, or end it all together. They both kept true to that rule, and their competitions had never gotten hurtful because of it. which was almost miraculous, given how often they found themselves competing.

Case in point, a competition had formed when they were walking home from work.

It had been snowing throughout the day, heavily so, and there was about three inches of it resting on the ground. The two men made their usual cut through the park to get to their shared apartment. Gajeel had been forced to stop to retie his shoelace, and saw an opportunity. When on his knee, he had packed a handful of snow into a ball and prepared himself.

The second he was standing, he threw the snowball directly at his boyfriend. It hit his face, spreading across his cheeks and nose and clinging to his skin. Freed seemed dumbstruck for a moment, and Gajeel grinned watching him trying to process what had just happened to him.

"You little bastard," Freed eventually said, and Gajeel grinned.

And thus, a new game had begun.

Freed had formed a snowball of his own within a moment, and threw it back at Gajeel's retreating figure, hitting the back of his head. Gajeel simply laughed, got to his knees to make another snowball, and threw it towards his boyfriend.

Neither man could be sure of how long the snowball fight had lasted. It had been intense, with the previously untouched snow being lifted, pressed into a ball and thrown at each other with vicious accuracy and strength. Both men were laughing throughout the entire situation though, quipping at each other and taunting the other to admit defeat at even the slightest sign of them faltering. After their respective long days at work, it had been exactly what they both needed.

When the fight ended, they were both covered in the snow, their clothes dripping wet from the melting water. They were both starting to get tired, but neither wanted to give up. That was when Gajeel had an idea.

He picked up a large clump of snow, larger than any snowball should be, and grinned. There was a large amount of distance between Gajeel and Freed, and Gajeel needed to be right next to his boyfriend to make his plan work. He ran towards him, using trees as cover when possible, and sometimes taking an oncoming snowball head on. He was grinning, knowing that he would soon have his revenge if this worked.

Freed didn't know what Gajeel was planning until it was too late. He had been pushed back against the wall of a building, and now Gajeel had essentially trapped him. With one arm blocking Freed's escape, Gajeel pushed their bodies together with a grin. Now that Freed was fully trapped, he could have a little fun.

"Now, what can I do with this?" He mused cockily, hefting the mass of snow in his hand.

"I could easily get out of this, you know," Freed rebutted, ignoring the vague threat.

"Nah, you couldn't," Gajeel dismissed. Freed probably could, but wouldn't. "See, there's a lot of choices, right? I mean, think of all the things I could do," He looked at the clump of snow. "I could shove it in your face. Down the back of your shirt. In yer boxers if I wanted to be mean."

"And you call me a sadist," Freed muttered. Gajeel was enjoying this too much.

"I might do all three," Gajeel continued, revelling in his victory. "Unless of course you wanna give up, and throw yourself on my mercy. Then I'd have ta be kind and let you go, right?"

Freed grunted, and looked around. Neither option was appealing, and he knew there was a way out of the situation somehow. But Gajeel had backed him into a corner, was pushing him against the wall, and had seemingly thought this through. Freed was proud of his strength, but in the awkward position he couldn't use it at all. He really was trapped, with Gajeel's options seemingly the only ones available for him.

One the one hand, the idea of giving up contrasted with his very soul. On the other, the cold numbness was already taking an effect, and Gajeel's threats would make it so much worse. With a bitter sigh, he spoke.

"You win."

"What was that?" Gajeel grinned. "Didn't quite hear ya. Maybe you should say it louder."

"I said you win," Freed snapped, louder this time.

"Maybe drop the attitude," Gajeel cackled at the glare he received. "Why don't you show me some respect. Say: I, Freed Justine, give up and admit my boyfriend Gajeel is the better man by far. And I'm sorry that I even thought about challenging him. Once you do that, I know yer serious."

If it weren't for the cold water dripping down his back, he wouldn't have done anything.

"I, Freed Justine," Freed spoke through gritted teeth. "Give up and admit my boyfriend Gajeel is the better man by far," He was glaring into his boyfriend's gaze poisonously, who just grinned. "And I'm sorry that I even thought about challenging him."

"That weren't so hard, was it?" Gajeel grinned.

Before Freed could say anything, Gajeel dropped the snow to the ground and lifted Freed up over his shoulder. He cackled as he heard Freed splutter, looking towards his boyfriend with an aghast expression on his face. Gajeel grinned wider as he started to walk towards their apartment, as if he wasn't holding his boyfriend as he did so.

"What?" Gajeel grinned at Freed. "I need a prize, right?"

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retroandreal · 4 years

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Stay Ready (Lyris x MC)

Not going to take all the credit, but the people who I talk to through the Lovestruck Discord really allowed me to come out my comfort zone when it comes to fic writing. Tagging @official-alex-cyprin cause you’re my writing hype-friend and wedding fails hype-friend as well HAHAHA.

AN: This fic was inspired by my favourite RnB song atm “Stay Ready” by Jhene Aiko ft. Kendrick Lamar. MC and Lyris meet at the taven she works at, but things are formed through a different way; promises, time limits, emotional limits, and the limits of love.

Angst and tiny speckles of smut

Warnings; self-doubt and slight bullying due to MC’s looks

“My girl, you need to stop dozing off! Your regulars have been trying to get your attention for the past… I don’t know how long!”

I look up at Rosie as apologetically as possible “I’m sorry, I’ll get onto it, ASAP”, hoisting up my tray balanced with 7 pints of ale I head to the 5-person occupied table and greeted with an uproar of hellos and hugs. Nothing special really happens at my job as a barmaid but my regulars make it a little more bearable and upbeat.

The soft strumming of melodic stringed notes extracts my attention out my inner circle of regulars. With the tunes slowly approaching, I look back at Rosie to have a spat with the bard that was oh-so-late to the bar’s open stage night but greeted with the most beautiful sight of light pastels and flicks of precious gold metals decorating their neck, wrists, naval and hips…

“Hello, little bird… are your eyes lost?” I look up to see the enticing sight of heterochromia; jewel purple for the left eye and golden brown for the other. I stammer my response only coming up with absolutely no response at all. The beautiful being in front of me; a perfect blend of masculinity without compromising his feminine charms chuckles in an almost melodic tune similar to his harp.

“I see, well, my name is Lyris” holding out his perfectly soft looking hand despite his callouses, no doubt formed by his string instruments.

“M-MC…” I dare not look him in the eye as I fear my blushing will betray me.

“Mind if I play a few of my tunes? I see you are in need of a pick-me-up”

“Please, I ought to give the no-show bard a piece of my mind if he ever shows up”

Lyris and I go our separate ways, doing chores, serving, but unconsciously never letting my ears stray from the soft sounds coming from the musician.

~~~~~~~

After a few hours, Rosie takes her departure and leaves me to close up shop and do the final round of cleaning the tavern. Taking in a panoramic view, I drop my shoulders knowing how much work needs to be done.

“My bird, you seem disheartened. May I assist you in your final minutes?”

I look at his expensive looking drapes and cloth covering the expanse of his body.

“Ha! With clothes like that? You are no doubt from Altadellys. Tell me… what’s someone like you doing in a place like this? Nonetheless; in the Winter Wilds, barely covered and in expensive materials. Don’t tarnish your image for the likes of me”

I eye him as his pricks a loose strand of thread from his wrist, then looks me right into my eyes and instantly warming up my cheeks.

“You see… that mouth of yours is dangerous and blunt, yet adds to your charm… just like your ears”

I subconsciously reach to grab my ears, self-conscious as no one has ever called them cute.

“Besides” as he removes my hands “the quicker it will be for you to show me up to my room”

And not even 10 minutes later, Lyris has me pinned to the door of his room in a feverish lip-lock.

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“Come to Altadellys with me”

I blink rapidly at him almost suppressing a laugh behind my long hair.

“Frost! Don’t joke this early in the morning! I thought you were serious!” I playfully swat his shoulder, but he just looks at me, no signs of a joke in his expression.

“Wait… Are you serious?”

“My bird, why would I lie to you” he says as he kisses the tip of my nose

“Lyris, look at me, then look at you. I would never fit in there…”

“MC… I have never felt as free as I have since the start of last night. I’ve needed something like this in forever”

My mouth is now agape, trying to properly process why this beautiful being has made such a proposition to me

“I just have this feeling” he continues “You and I are meant to be”

Pondering for a bit he then looks at me like he just hit an epiphany

“How about just 24 hours? That’s all, after that you’re free to return to the Winter Wilds. How does that sound?

I take my time thinking; it’s a once in a lifetime opportunity to experience the Capital and he’s giving me an out after 24 hours… nothing could possibly go wrong, right? I sit up, facing my whole body directly to Lyris

“Ok, ok I’ll come with you”

He then scoops me up into a tight hug, almost knocking the wind out of me. Damn, he’s stronger than he looks, and I’m liking it a little too much…

“There’s no place like here, so Stay Ready my little bird”

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“As you already know; the capital is divided into 4, reflecting the 4 seasons” he narrates.

“Ok, lemmi guess… Spring court? A Prince?”

“Correction; I’m a spring courtesan, I have no official ties and I can mingle with whoever I want”

I bask in the words that he just said to me; a courtesan? So, like… an escort? Would make sense since he was quick to have me under him in the span of 3 hours of meeting him. Hopping out of the lustrous, floral carriage, Lyris is instantly met with the cooing and flirtatiousness of the capital’s noblemen and ladies alike. Their unbotherdness into recognizing another presence with him gob smacked me back to the heavens… until one of the equally royal looking women looks at me, scans me up and down and turns her back to me, swatting me with one of the many ruffles of her ballooned dress across my ankles. Jeez, tough crowd in Altadellys… I already want to go back.

“My lively ladies, I must depart and escort my company around our beautiful city”

Met with multiple protests, whining and dagger-like glares in my direction, I shuffle behind Lyris and he leads me away and bids a songful farewell to the slowly dissipating crowd. Hopping back into the carriage, he leans in, dangerously close to my ear and whispers;

“I promise I’ll stay only with you; you taste so good and I simply refuse to share”

Man, this person knows what to say to make me feel better. But I know I’m smarter than that, I can’t let my guard down if the rest of the citizens of the capital treat me like this. A bowl full of poisonous candy with the chance of eating the one delectable treat doesn’t outweigh the risk of me getting hurt here. My ears alone show that I don’t come from here and I’m specifically from the Winter Wilds, and don’t get me started on my freckles. Distracted by my own thoughts, I fail to notice a royal noble dressed in many shades of blue enter our carriage and cuddled up close to Lyris.

Am I jealous? I’m close enough to hear the tail end of their hushed words:

“…careful who you’re with…. scandal…. ceremony”

Now, I finally realise what I have gotten myself into; a royal mess. I have to leave Altadellys.

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Settling down in a local tavern after nightfall, a chamber maid enthusiastically and instantly calls it upon herself to serve Lyris with the most amazing customer service known to man; making sure his bed and table are sparkling clean while she barely glances my way as I search for a garment rack to hang my oversized coat. Bunkering down in an intimate corner room, Lyris carelessly flops down on the bed and rests his chin on his hands, peering up at me.

“So, MC, how do you- “

I quickly interject placing a delicate finger over his plush lips

“I’m not staying here. I want to go back now but thank you for everything”

Quickly jolting up from his seemingly comfortable position he spreads his arms open, mouthing ‘come to me’ in a slight whisper only just loud enough for me to barely hear. Bundling up in his warm embrace, the first signs of tears threaten to fall from my eyes and he gently rocks me in his arms. I know he’s carefully thinking about his next words.

“Look at what you’ve done to me. I’ve changed because of you. It’s only going to ever be you. Please stay!”

He jerks me away from his firm torso to look me directly in the eyes. The beauty of his heterochromia acting as a tantalizing persuasion to stay with him for even just one more night. But I know my self-worth. No matter how much of a fantasy come reality this situation is, meeting Lyris and experiencing Altadellys; it isn’t enough to make me stay, not worth the snarky comments, the discrimination, the isolation, the loneliness. I know I’m better than this and I need to tell him.

“I’m a spring courtesan, you say you’re just a Winter Wilds girl, yet…” as he brushes a few stray hairs away from the side of my face, he cups my entire face, thumbs caressing my ears and expanse of my freckles on my cheeks, “you’ve brought the sun to me, I’ve never seen such light in anyone’s eyes. I brought you here so I can see them in my world, but I’ve only eclipsed them with the darkness of us nobles. My bird, what can I do to bring that light back?”

Looking down at the loose threading of the bed’s sheets, I croak out through tear-filled sobs; “All that I know is right now; nothing’s for sure. You’re not telling me something, who was that woman in the carriage with us?”

Lyris’ gaze falters, I know I’ve hit a sensitive spot. Was he forced? Does he not like her? Does she not like him? I quickly interrupt him;

“I’m guessing the truth ain’t pretty…” Sliding my hands around the nape of his neck, I place a brief, but emotion filled kiss on his lips.

“But coming from that pretty mouth, everything seems true. But even you can see, I don’t belong here. A Wilder girl and a spring courtesan… even if you spoil me with gold, I will never be able to grow. Allow myself to grow. The life in Altadellys is the life us Wilder people die to live in, but I’ve been given my life there and I’m not about to turn my back on it to live half a fantasy”

Desperate to recreate that physical intimacy from the night before; I cling to the expensive fabrics on his arms as he leads my head towards his, momentarily resting his forehead against mine before out mouths meet. For the last time.

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(Lyris’ POV)

I fear to wake.

I know she is not here.

Her warmth remains, but not her.

Broodingly making my way to my castle quarters, I head straight to my harp; the same harp that brough the Winter Wilds girl and I together for just a precious moment in time. The music flows. Notes and melodies being created as naturally as breathing in the air of spring. The lack of natural sunlight from my window mosaic tells me that nightfall has come. How long was I fiddling with my strings? But of course, with MC as my muse, time seemed to wisp away.

“I wrote a million rhymes to scrabble your star power”

A knock disrupts my train of thought.

Hortensia; “My wingless angel, it is time” muffled behind the thick oak of the door.

Placing my harp down, I think of her one more time, but not the final

“I have to stay ready, for one day to see her rise as my queen and Altadellys’ queen”

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tillidontneedfantasy · 4 years

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‘Fine Line’ - Harry Styles REVIEW: Finding His Balance

“When I played it for the label, I told them, ‘This is the first single. It’s two minutes, thirty-five. You’re welcome,’” Harry Styles recalls when discussing “Lights Up” in a track-by-track breakdown of his second solo studio effort, Fine Line, with Rolling Stone writer Rob Sheffield. Thank you, indeed. “Lights Up” was an excellent first single choice for a number of reasons, now all the more clear in the context of the album. Though oddly structured and not particularly radio-friendly, it’s interesting, catchy, short and to the point: as much as you try to hide who you are, once the lights are up, those watching will know, so you might as well shine; but do you know?

Just as importantly, does Harry? Fine Line is a vague exploration of the self, both personally and musically, filled with cryptic platitudes and slick guitar riffs. However, the one aspect of himself Styles seems to be most acquainted with, and thus most comfortable sharing, is the “dark running through” his heart that cannot be extinguished by all the lights; in fact, it is amplified. Perhaps Styles finds it difficult to be honest in his relationships, but Fine Line is sprinkled with dark confessions, most notably in a series in the middle of the album (immediately following “Lights Up”): “I can tell that you are at your best / I’m selfish so I’m hating it” in “Cherry,” a track of spewing bitter jealousy; “There’s no one to blame but the drink and my wandering hands” in “Falling,” a heart-wrenching ballad for the books; “I’m just an arrogant son of a bitch / who can’t admit when he’s sorry,” in the pleasant-sounding yet morose ditty “To Be So Lonely.”

Those confessionals are the strongest demonstrations of Styles’s songwriting potential, and are the meat and bones of Fine Line’s takeaway: losing someone you once loved can cause you to almost lose yourself. Hopefully, you find yourself along the road to healing; but Styles often leaves the listener wondering if he really does know who he is now or not. What we do know is two things: 1) The end of his last relationship caused a lot of pain and introspection and 2) The man likes to have sex. Understandable points. Good equation for a successful album.

BEST TRACK: “Fine Line”

The title track and closer, “Fine Line” immediately invokes emotion as soon as it begins, and it only intensifies throughout its six-minute and eighteen-second duration. As the song moves along, new elements are subtly and meticulously added, layered in with his low and almost careful singing in a way that sounds like nature. Around four minutes in, the song really starts to come alive, the instrumentation building and building towards an outro that reaches a crescendo at Styles’s final “we’ll be alright,” and then perfectly finishes with high-pitch vocal notes that feel like freedom before it drifts out with a few light piano notes. While its message about maintaining balance on the fine line between the extremes of love resonates, the real victory of this song is its ability to move you with just the music. Despite its length, it always feels like it ends too soon.

WEAKEST TRACK: “Golden”

While a pleasant-sounding opener and a good tone-setter for the rest of the record sonically, “Golden” could have been cut in half, with about twenty fewer repetitions of the title, and used as more of brief introduction or interlude instead. In contrast to the closer, “Fine Line,” which is the longest song on the album and includes just as much- if not more- repetitions of its title, it serves a purpose in that song, whereas in “Golden” it feels like filler. This monotonous track is the most prominent example of how often Styles’s lyrics seem to be lacking; he surely has the ability to improve, he just needs to access it.

THE IN-BETWEENS

Luckily for Styles, the production on this album is so outrageously good that it’s enough to keep you interested throughout. “She,” a six-minute psychedelic rock song is an epic trip (I mean, Styles’s guitarist, Mitch Rowland, wrote it on mushrooms, go figure) into a daydream with the perfect woman who doesn’t exist. “Canyon Moon” is a road-trip-ready, light, feel-good song where his musical influences are rather apparent; Styles cites Joni Mitchell and Crosby, Stills, and Nash as his muses, and another idol of his, Steve Nicks, claims it to be her favorite track on the record, a lovely feat. The pre-released singles “Lights Up,” “Watermelon Sugar,” and “Adore You” are sincerely all pop perfection, more mature and refined from his 1D days. The most experimental track, “Treat People With Kindness,” is interesting but falls short for a song that feels like years in the making, considering it has been a phrase Styles and his fans have claimed for the past few years. Although it is clear that Styles’s intention with the song was to spread a positive message which focuses on being kind and not taking life too seriously (though he proclaims that “if our friends all pass away / it’s okay,” and…I don’t know, is it really okay, Harry?!?) it feels like he could have done more with it. One particularly good line is towards the end of the track when he sings, “all we ever want is automatic all the time,” and perhaps he could’ve taken his own advice and given a song with such a grand title a bit more effort.

BEST PROSPECTIVE SINGLE: “Falling”

A close second to “Fine Line,” “Falling” is one of the strongest in Styles’s solo discography and more impressive considering he wrote it in about twenty minutes in a towel. In this beautiful ballad, Styles opens his heart, grabbing the listener’s in the process. “What am I now? / What if I’m someone I don’t want around?” he sings in a panic. This moment of self-reflection after the end of a relationship truly settles in as reality and you can no longer look away from your mistakes is painfully relatable. This track is the most honest of the bunch, and thus feels necessary. With all the previously mentioned pop jams already aptly released as singles, “Falling” feels like the wisest choice going forward to keep the momentum; listeners love a man openly grieving a heartbreak and taking responsibility for his actions (even cheating, I suppose, as is mildly implied in the first verse…I mean, this is your mans? Good thing his regret sounds sincere at least), and the unbelievable tone of his voice when he belts the last word of the bridge, “and I get the feeling that you’ll never need me again” is just the icing on the cake.

***

It is always a difficult task for a former group member to come into their own as a solo artist, and very few have done so with the admiration and reverence that Styles has accrued thus far. With his self-titled debut solo record in 2017, Styles made it clear, as most group-departing members do, that he had a sound different from that of his claim to fame in One Direction. His seriousness as a musician was now established through the positive reception of his debut, and thus his success allowed him to have a little more fun on Fine Line. It also allowed him to get a little more candid and authentic, knowing that the world has accepted him with open arms and has been begging for more. Styles mostly delivers with Fine Line, but in some ways it feels unfinished. The musical production is intriguing and exciting, and by far the best thing about this album, but is still somewhere between a regeneration of classic inspirations and a sound unique to Styles himself; all he needs is a little more time to find his own signature style (no pun intended) rather than just creating a conglomerate of musical elements from his influences and signing his name. But in the meantime, the music still holds up. The real conundrum is the lyrics, which are well and fine, but do not effectively communicate the truth hiding behind the sentiments yet give you just enough to let him get away with it. If he had given us just a bit more, Fine Line could have been a true triumph. However, this is only his second album, and being a confessional songwriting superstar while still preserving your right to privacy is, well, a fine line to walk (I had to, I’m sorry!), but I’m sure he’ll find his balance in no time. Grade: 3.5/5

DISCLAIMER – REVIEWER’S BIAS: I was a very casual One Direction fan during their peak of fame. I think Midnight Memories is a great pop album and I stand by that. I’ve always been more of a Niall girl, but I have never been able to completely resist Harry’s charisma; I’m only human. I listened to his debut album in 2017 maybe twice, three times at most, and just thought it was fine, but not particularly impressive. But since then it’s been impossible to deny his talent and star power. I was very intrigued by “Lights Up,” and with every single release I had found myself enjoying the songs more than I wanted to admit. I think Fine Line is a really great album. Sonically, it is in my exact sweet spot of the kind of music I absolutely love, so I was doomed to like it from the start. What stopped me from giving it a grade of 4 or higher though was that even with multiple listens I struggle to understand what the hell this guy is trying to say in his music. Many times, it takes me reading what die-hard stans say to understand what message he’s trying to send. Unfortunately, that is a failure to me. I know plenty of people love cryptic and ambiguous lyrics or poetry, but as a consumer, I want to be able to understand the story or the message with at least a couple of listens. Of course, lyrics can and should be left up to interpretation, but sometimes I don’t even know what he wants me to interpret! From my perception, this is just a reflection of Harry holding back from truly saying what he wants (with few exceptions, such as “Falling”). I think he is so talented and has so much potential but just needs a little more time unlocking it. I’m excited to see what he does in the future.

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For My Country pt 1

Finally, got the rewrite done! The plot has changed entirely, so check this out!

Summary: two countries, at each other’s throats for centuries, a blood feud so old no one can remember the origin. One gleaming hope for peace, the beautiful union between the two heirs to the thrones. An arranged marriage between two royals who have never met. But you are no royal...

warnings: some cussing

They come for you in the dead of night. The palace guards storm the sleeping quarters of the palace dance troupe, performers and musicians all squeezed together in one room, sleeping feet to head. They threw the room into disarray, throwing blankets and sleeping mats all over the place in a search for something. For you.

“Here they are!” one announces, grabbing you roughly by the arm and dragging you away from the rest of the dancers. The two that slept next to you were like your younger siblings and they screamed, trying to clutch onto your sleeping gown as the guard dragged you away from them. Another guard stepped in, prying you from their grips. He pushed your brother, Felix away roughly, slamming his head to the ground. You screamed, clawing at the guard holding you to try and get to your ‘siblings’. Lena, your ‘sister’ rushed to check his head as tears streamed down her face.

“Don’t hurt them!” you screeched, even as the guard twisted your arm painfully behind your back.

The leader of the troupe spoke then, her voice calm but filled with anger.

“What is the meaning of this… what has Y/N done to deserve this? How have we, so loyal to our king, betrayed the crown?” Hyuna asked, standing tall and proud, even in just her sleep clothes.

You had been an orphan in the capital, lucky enough to be taken in by the troupe at such a young age. The members were your friends and family, the leader like a mother to you, the same was she was to all the members. The people in this room were the closest thing you had to family. You were lucky to be plucked from the streets, taught to dance and play instruments, well-fed and clothed. You owed her your life, over and over again.

“There has been no betrayal ma’am. Y/N has been selected by the King’s Counsel to take on a very important honor.” a guard said, handing over an edict.

Your blood ran cold. He didn’t mean… no you would never serve the king. Not like that. You were too young, roughly the same age as his own child. You’d sooner take your own life than let him bed you.

“They are too young for such a task, let me speak with His Majesty-” the troupe leader began, but the guard cut her off.

“They have not been asked to serve His Majesty. They have been asked to serve their country.” he specified.

The troupe leader opened the scroll, quickly reading the words.

“Oh, my. My dear, no. There must be someone else….” she muttered, staring blankly at the scroll.

“Do you question the decision? To do so at your station is an act of treason, punishable by death.” he reminds her, unsheathing a dagger.

The room gasps audibly as Hyuna stares down the lead guard, unbothered by the sharp knife held in his hand.

“I promise you sir, death does not scare me. But if this is the will of the king, I cannot refute it. Only hope that he changes his mind.” she sighed.

The guard stared for a moment longer, obviously not happy with the fact that he wouldn’t be running the troupe leader through on his sword tonight. Finally, he sheathed his weapon, and snapped his fingers at the other guards.

“Let’s go.”

Another guard grabbed your other arm, and between them you were dragged from the room, through many hallways and up flights of stairs. You knew where they were taking you, to the throne room. You’d performed there on many occasions, birthdays of the royal family, festivals, holidays. You were always nervous when you performed in front of the court and royal family, butterflies often filled you stomach which each step you took towards the throne room. But today, dred sat low in your belly the whole way there, like a lump of lead in your stomach.

When the guards pushed the doors open, they dragged you before the steps leading up to the dias that the king’s throne was sat on. The dropped you unceremoniously on the ground and you lifted your head to see two boots before you.

“You are greeting your King, shouldn’t you bow properly?” a voice said from above you.

The king’s advisor Taewoo. You swallowed the scowl fighting to form on your face, and quickly fixed your posture into a proper bow.

“Your Majesty.” you greeted, raising your head slightly, to look the king in the eyes.

“Taewoo, please.”, he sighed.

Taewoo snorted and backed off, going to stand behind the throne.

“Y/N. My apologies for waking you at this hour and asking a task such as this of you.” he began.

“Whatever task His Majesty requests, I am bound to fulfill.” you replied.

It wasn’t a load of bullshit either. You had taken an oath to serve the royal family, same all all the palace staff. From bodyguards to butlers they were all sworn to either serve or protect. And you were sworn to serve.

“We have a chance to secure peace with our enemies to the north.” he began.

You knew well of your country’s hatred off it’s northern neighbors. At this point, no one knew how the violence had started, but there had been multiple wars, and travel along the northern border was utterly prohibited.

“Their king has offered an alliance of marriage. Our heir and their heir, the two countries ruled by one family, completely united.” he explained.

“The only issue is, I cannot bear to send my child to live with our enemy until they become of age to take the throne. What if this is a trap and they plan to kill them, leaving us without an heir to the throne? There are too many suspicions and dangers to send our true crown regent. So, Taewoo has selected you to be our replacement. You will pretend to be crown regent and marry the heir to the throne of Aria.” he continued.

You nearly fell over in shock. Taewoo had done what? You were only mildly surprised that the advisor had found a way to ship you away. He had been quite unhappy with you ever since you’d denied his advances at last year’s harvest festival. You hadn’t expected his to go so far though. To be shipped off to marry a foriegn regent in the place of your own heir? To be the sacrificial lamb for the royal family wasn’t something you had expected.

“But my king, I am no royal. Surely, no one would mistake me for a crown regent.” you tried, but Taewoo stepped forward with a sickly sweet smile on his face.

“On the contrary, you’re a perfect replacement. You’re quite well read, educated in song and dance, you’ve not go the rough working hands of a servant, you’re used to being in the company of nobles, and you’re roughly the same age as the king’s child. Truly a perfect understudy.” he said, and while they sounded like compliments, they felt like condemnations.

“You will have three days to be tutored on finer subjects. After that you will be taken to the border and handed over to the country of Aria.” the king said.

Three days?!

“You may remove them. Let’s put them in one of the spare guest chambers.” Taewoo said, waving the guards over.

Once again they grabbed you roughly by the arms, carrying you out of the throne room. They threw you into the guest chamber and locked the door afterwards. Already the cold room felt more like a dungeon than a bedroom. You laid down on the plush mattress, but found yourself unable to sleep without the warmth of your dear siblings next to you. You hoped you would get to see them again before you were led away to Aria like a pig to slaughter.

You were used to waking early from years of training with the troupe. You were used to late nights dancing and studying plays and poems. The three days before you left for Aria were utter torture though.

You barely slept more than a few hours the whole time. You were overwhelmed between fittings for new robes fit for a royal, lessons on government and politics, and finer manners you didn’t learn as a court dancer.

You’d been through 14 hour long dance practices with Hyuna poking and prodding you into the correct positions when you felt you might faint at any second. But more than that you feared the governess with the sharp cane, thwacking you in the head whenever your bows weren’t the correct height or you picked up the wrong fork from the table. Every meal you had was watched over by her hawk-like eyes, picking apart your every flaw.

When the third day came, you were exhausted, but that didn’t stop an army of servants from putting you through the paces of a rough scrubbing, cold bath, doing something intricate and crazy with your hair and makeup and dressing you in what felt like hundreds of pounds worth of silk wedding clothes. You recalled the prize cow competition that happened every spring in the capital city. The winning farmer received a gift from the king, and the cow was brought to the palace and slaughtered for a feast that night. You felt like that cow, dressed prettily and washed clean just to be walked to the gallows.

It was long before dawn when you left for Aria. Hyuna, Felix, and Lena, were permitted to see you off at the palace gates. Hyuna had offered to convince the king to let Felix and Lena accompany you as servants, but you declined. First of all, they weren’t servants, they were your siblings. And second, you couldn’t be sure you could protect them in Aria. They came to you, crying profusely, and it took all your willpower not to let tears spill. You needed to be strong for them, but you also couldn’t run your makeup. You hugged them both tightly and pressed a kiss to each of their foreheads.

“I will be back, don’t worry. I will have to return at some point, and everything will be fine. Until I come back, be strong, and don’t cause any trouble for Hyuna.” you said, looking them in the eyes.

They nodded and you wiped their tears with your sleeves.

“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.” you said with a sad smile.

“Take care of them for me, please.” you asked Hyuna and she nodded, her own eyes watering.

“Of course, you just worry about taking care of yourself, and we’ll see each other again before you know it.” she said.

You nodded, tears choking you up now. You hugged your siblings tighter one last time and then stepped back to get into the carriage. Two servants followed you, helping you sit in the carriage with the complicated outfit you were wearing.

“Let’s move out! We need to reach the border before midday.”, a familiar voice called and you rolled your eyes. Of course they would send Taewoo as your escort. You quickly shut the window of the carriage before his horse could come trotting by. The carriage lurched forward and you were on your way away from home, your friends, your family. To a new world you’d never known.

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Riding in the carriage had to be the most exhausting form of sitting you’d ever experienced. It was too uncomfortable to sleep, but boring enough to make you tired. And the constant bumping of the road and sharp turns kept throwing you against the walls. You didn’t bother trying to talk to the servants with you, it was quite obvious they didn’t care for you. You’d heard whispers in the past few days about how jealous and resentful most of the palace staff were of your position. You’d give just about anything to let someone else carry this burden so you could go home. If they wanted to marry a foreigner they’d never met before then that was their choice.

“We’re here! Party halt!” you heard Taewoo announce.

You sighed and got ready to face the world again. The servants climbed out of the carriage first, helping you down. You looked around for the party from Aria, surprised to find that they weren’t here.

“Taewoo, what’s going on?” you seethed, fearing the man had simply put on a big show in order to make you pay for snubbing him.

“Calm down little one, your barbarian prince will be here to whisk you away soon enough. We’re simply early.”, he said, and it put you a bit more at ease.

“It appears the journey has taken its toll on your already. The journey to the Ariani capital is much more strenuous, their country has a rather mountainous terrain. Wouldn’t you refer to just turn around and go home? Back to the palace, your life, your friends?” he asked and you cocked an eyebrow at him.

“What are you playing at Taewoo?”

“Be my consort. Agree and I’ll put those wedding robes on one of the other servants and we can go back home together.” he said.

You snorted roughly. Not only did you have no romantic interest in Taewoo, you knew that you didn’t really mean anything to him. He’d bed you a few times, buy you some nice gifts and then throw you to the side. That is if his wife didn’t have you killed first.

“Taewoo, you must think me a fool. Not only do I despise you, but if I’m going to marry someone just for shits and giggles, I’ll take a prince over an advisor any day.” you said.

Taewoo laughed at that, but there didn’t seem to be any ill intent behind it.

“Oh, that’s just.. Oh that’s rich. Not even a regent yet and you’re more ambitious than our own heir. You’ll be fine in Aria.” he said, sauntering away.

You watched him walk away, confused, but maybe that was just Taewoo’s weird way of saying goodbye. You thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a hunting horn. You startled, turning towards the treeline, watching a rather impressive travelling party emerge from the forest. The Ariani were dressed for colder weather, in fur hats and cloaks. It was summer, but it appeared the climate you were going to was going to be much colder. And you just had all those gorgeous new robes fitted, what a waste. One sole rider took pointe, walking his horse to the middle of the clearing. He stalled and slid off of the animal’s back and began striding towards your party. You stood straighter, tilting your chin back a little. You recalled what your devil of a governess had told you, “You’re a royal now, so stand like it.”

He stopped a few paces away, sweeping into a low bow. You and your party answered it as Taewoo stepped in front of you.

“Your Highness Prince Mingi of Aria, may I introduce to you, Their Highness, Crown Regent of Noria.” Taewoo said, stepping aside so that Prince Mingi could approach you.

“Your Highness, it is a pleasure.” Mingi said, taking your hand in his and bending down to kiss your knuckles.

“The pleasure is all mine, Prince Mingi.” you said.

He looked up and smiled brightly at you, and suddenly felt quite faint. Prince Mingi was, to say quite eloquently, hot as fuck. Maybe, this whole mess would work out in your favor.

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barefoot-joker · 5 years

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Yandere!Professor Pyg X Reader One Shot

Hey, guys! Welcome back to another Yandere!Gotham One Shot featuring Professor Pyg! I went with the route of Pyg loving music so this might not be what you’re expecting but enjoy it anyway!

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I smiled as the streets of Gotham were busy, it being a good sign for me. Deciding on the street corner on Main Street I set my guitar case down and opened it. Inside my mahogany wood instrument contrasted with the green velvet of the black leather case, the beautiful possession being an heirloom from my dad. Pulling it out I pushed the strap down over my head and allowed the guitar to sink into a comfortable position. Getting my hands into the right posture I exhaled and began to play, the soft tune being swallowed by the crowd. Quietly I began to sing in hopes somebody would stop by and drop some money into my case, the money going towards my rent for the month. It was hard being a street musician in this city as many people would come up and either steal my hard earned paycheck or turn away and scoff at both my skills and appearance. I'll admit I'm not the most attractive woman or have the most fancy clothes but I think what threw people off was the lack of multiple fingers and multiple scars on my hands. My dad had said it was because my mom had taken some pills she shouldn't have while she was pregnant with me and I would have asked her up front about it except for the fact that she ran off never to be seen by the two of us again. I closed my eyes and allowed my body to sway to the music, my eyes opening when I heard clinking in my case. I looked down to see a couple of quarters had been thrown in along with a dollar. You have to start somewhere. And so there I stood playing and singing, people throwing in money every once in a while. Around noon I moved to a different spot and continued my routine. By 1:00 I had made about $30 but I knew I needed to go to a different spot. As I was walking down the sidewalk someone bumped into me and in their rush took my guitar case with them. "Hey! Get back here!" Quickly I rushed after the man who had taken it, people cursing at me for pushing them. Rounding a corner I was close to catching the thief but he instantly vanished, the only thing telling me he was there being a few dollars I had made. Desperately I looked around but I couldn't find my beloved guitar anywhere. No, this can't be happening! In defeat I picked up the money that was on the ground, it adding up to $5. There was no way I was going to be able to pay rent now. With a saddened sigh I made my way to the GCPD, praying that they could help me. As I walked down the sidewalk I passed by a food stand, the employee shooing away a homeless woman. She seemed desperate as she pleaded with the young man but he was having none of it, him eventually smacking her. My eyes followed the defeated lady, knowing fully well that could be me. Looking down at the pocket of my jacket I knew what I had to do. "Excuse me, sir." "Oh, hello there! What can I get for you?" "I'd like one bowl of soup please." "Of course!" The young man worked quickly at pouring the vegetable beef soup into a Styrofoam bowl before plopping a slice of bread and plastic spoon in. "That'll be $5." I handed him the rest of my cash as he gave me the bowl, I nodding my head at him. "Thank you and please come again!" I turned away and spotted the woman, quickly heading over to her. "Excuse me, Miss. Here, you forgot this." I held out the foam bowl and I could see the hunger in her eyes. "Thank you honey, but a growing girl like you should have it." "No please, I insist." She was hesitant but took it in her hands anyway, thanking me once more. "It's no problem." "Bless you, child." She hurried off and I made my way to the GCPD. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I huffed angrily as I stormed out of the white building, anger evident in my soul. The cops I had talked to said there wasn't any need to help me as I was just a low life. In my rage I had yelled back and had possibly thrown a punch or two but was simply escorted to the front doors, the two cops watching me leave the premise. Scumbags. I fluffed my jacket and walked away, knowing fully well that if I saw another cop I would lash out. I decided it was time to head home and maybe listen to some cassette tapes to calm me down. I sighed as I looked up at the sky, grey clouds masking the Sun. Such a beautiful day ruined. I stuffed my hands in my pockets and continued my way till I reached my small apartment in the Narrows. Stomping up the rusty stairs I reached my apartment and unlocked the door, the dimly lit one room greeting me. Turning on a lamp near my bed I took off my boots and flopped onto the mattress. Sighing, my hand found my cassette player and I hit the play button, my dad's voice echoing in the room. My lip curled slightly as it played my favorite cover by him, the one he played before he left. I never understood why he left me to fend for myself at such a young age but I've overlooked it. My eyes closed as his guitar strumming lulled me into sleep. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It had been a few days since I had informed the police of my theft but they still hadn't given me any information about my missing instrument. I was starting to worry that I would never see it again and the note of one week till eviction on my apartment door didn't help at all. So in an effort to get rid of bad thoughts I took a walk around the city to clear my mind. Tonight the streets seemed barren as I roamed about, homeless looking at me like I was of the high society. Better start making friends. I rounded a corner and found myself near the Green Zone, cars parked everywhere along the sidewalks. Must be a couple of parties tonight. Stopping in the street I looked up at one of the windows with the lights on, my eyes following the silhouettes in the room. Classical music poured out of the window and I couldn't help but smile at the sound of Mozart. Suddenly I felt an arm wrap around my waist and before I had time to scream a rag covered my mouth. "Shh, my little piggy. Pyg has got you." I thrashed around in fear but the chemicals on the rag began to slow me down and before I knew it my vision had faded to inky black. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I groaned as my eyes fluttered open, my head pounding like never before. My surroundings were a bit blurry but after blinking a few times everything became crystal clear. I could heart my heart beat loud as I tried to stand, only to find my wrists were tied tightly to the arms of a chair I was seated in. Panic thrilled through my veins and began to freak out, my breathing becoming erratic as I struggled against my bonds. "Careful, my little piggy. We wouldn't want your skin to get chaffed." I froze as that voice came right from behind me. Hands laid themselves on my shoulders and I couldn't help the squeak that slipped out when the person sniffed my hair. The person let out a hearty chuckle and made their way into my vision, my eyes widening when I saw the person up close. They were a man with a pig's mask covering most of their face, his chin and mouth the only things exposed, and he seemed to stand proudly tall in his brown dress shirt and cream apron, the multitude of knives in it's front pocket making me gulp. "It's so nice to see you up close, Y/n. Watching from far away was starting to get a bit boring." He snorted which sounded like a pig, it adding to the creepy warehouse atmosphere. "W-Who are y-you?" "Professor Pyg at your service, my dear." He gave a bow and I couldn't help but gulp, fear crawling further through my body. "Why so afraid, dearest? I'm not going to harm you." "L-Listen, I think y-you have the w-wrong person. T-There are l-lots of Y-Y/ns here in G-Gotham!" "Oh I have the right person alright. There's no other Y/n that has such great taste with music." His gaze made me uncomfortable so I tried to curl up but my bonds wouldn't allow me to. I could see the anger in his eyes at my actions but he simply smiled and pat my leg. "I know something that'll cheer you right up." I watched as he walked away and into the darkness, returning a few moments later with a black case. "I know how much you've been missing this as it was your father's and it meant a lot to you so I recovered it just for you." The man opened the case and I couldn't help but gasp. Inside laid my dad's guitar all polished and shined up. It almost looked as if it was brand new. "W-Where did you find it?" "A dirty cop under Penguin's wing had it. Naughty boy. He should know better than to mess with something that isn't his." I was taken back by the possessiveness of that sentence. Who exactly was this guy? "I simply can not wait to hear you play! It will be nice to be the only one to hear you!" He squealed in excitement, it being an oink. "W-Why am I h-here, exactly?" "You, my dear, are here for your own good. I've seen the kindness you share with this city, the way you earn your living, the place you stay at. I've watched you play so many times, in fact every day I try and find where you are just to listen. You are so pure and yet nobody respects that. They all take and take and take but never give! Well it's high time that you get what you deserve...some gratitude!" He slammed the table I was seated in front of with his hands and I jumped, I not going to far because of the bonds. Suddenly my stomach growled and a pink hue overcame my cheeks. "Ah yes. The starving artist comes to light. You haven't eaten in a quite a while, have you dear?" I shook my head and he chuckled. "Well it's a good thing I made dinner. Wait right here~" He ran off and I took the time to try and get my wrists loose to no avail. The pig came back and set a plate of some kind of pie down along with a fork and knife. Looking at it the pie seemed normal but because of the situation I was in it didn't seem trustworthy. Professor Pyg picked up the utensils and began to cut into the dough, the smell of grease wafting into my nose. Done cutting he stabbed a piece of dough that also had some meat on it, him bringing the fork to my mouth. "Open up, dear." I shook my head and turned away. He growled and grabbed my chin before forcing the fork in my mouth, the food utterly disgusting. I attempted to spit it out but he quickly clamped a hand over my face so I couldn't breathe. Struggling to get air in I swallowed, the hand coming off which allowed me to gulp in oxygen. "What was that?!" "Simply the man who stole your guitar." I choked on my saliva. Did he say what I think he just said? "W-what?!" "He hurt you, dearest. You and this city. It was high time he got what he deserved and what better way to make him useful than for him to feed you." "Y-you're sick! L-let me go this instant!" I pushed and pulled against the ropes around my wrists, desperately trying to get free. "Now, now, my little piggy. You eat this lovely meal I prepared just for you and then afterwords you and I can make sweet music together."

#Gotham #gotham x reader #gotham tv show #gotham on FOX #professor pyg #xreader #yanderexreader #x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere gotham #villain x reader #batman villains #professor pyg x reader #yandere professor pyg

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manjuhitorie · 5 years

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Muro Festival, is a rock festival! Which invites newcomers, upcoming artists, veteran come-on-ers, and all hard song enthusiasts alike to celebrate. Named after Muro Kiyoto, who is the manager of a Shibuya concert venue. As an avid enforcer of music events he’s esteemed by many in the scene, so the event draws in people who are driven by the fuel of that pass. At least bands will comment “Muro fest is an adhesive (Arukara)” or “The number one trait of Murofes is that the performing bands have awesome strong connections even on the side, and that the essence of that friendship engulfs it (Wasure).“ or “Even if Murofest was hosted at a small park or a in the middle of the street or in Muro’s house or even in a public toilet, I would perform. I love Murofest (Mizuno Gii).”

Anyway the performances are full of power! Full of summer heat! Full of maudlinism to soar like Muninn! Full of a favorite: there’s Hitorie’s dead pan heartfelt bassist, ygarshy!

And you were able to watch it on a niconico livestream but...

IT’S ENDED NOW

I will preserve this post as a report.... Doubling as a source for various trivia.... I’m considering maybe if a fan makes a purchase of a Wasureranneyo album, or something of similar sentiment, and DM’s me a screenshot, I could share the recording... Even if you see this in a billion lightyears from now. Because sharing is caring, all around yeah!!!

You have to get niconico premium to watch it, which is only 540 yen. Nothing compared to the fest’s ticket fee of 10,000 yen (Plus airfare fee for us overseers). You can use foreign debit cards, or even Paypal… ! Much of the performances were locked up, only for Premium members originally even for those who were able to watch real-time, so there’s no regrets in seizing the now. Thumbs up. Live shows enhance a whole different essence, so more than listening to a J-rock playlist on Spotify I’d recommend taking a dive into this while you can!!

Not only can you upfront witness the air around their electric pickguards warp to their technique, you can see them hop and whomp and throwmp around! What chords they clench with their teeth, what lines they unleash from the pit of their lungs, what parts the band will huddle together for and what songs mean the world to them! Also the crowds reactions, I move when I see them move, in polysemy. If there’s any niche J-rock band names you’ve maybe been curious about, or just want to find some new indie J-rock, the artist line-up is here! LAMP ON TERREN: wowawawa’s best buddy ‘Dai-chan’ is in there… *Waves hand* TERREN were once scheduled for a joint live with perfect timing, so they brought a birthday cake for wowaka and they got friendly with Rie... or so they thought.. The next day SND was ready to beat the shit out of them on stage. But they’re all friendly now (I think)))) Arukara: They master the standard rock setup with wads of distortion, wah effects, while sometimes make instrumental songs with violin etc. even! They do podcasts! And they reinforce cats a lot. I recommend Chigirero. majiko: Village Man’s Store: Who are the band with bright red suits, bright firey songs, and bright red lips who kissed Shinoda that one time - In seriousness I could recommend them though, they’re sweet with only a little taste of the sleazy! KAKASHI are rejoiced by quite a few Hitorie fans I know. There’s CIVILIAN: A three-piece whom all graduated from the Tokyo School of Music Shibuya, the bonds roam, who also hosts Nanou HoehoeP, another past utaite like majiko. LEGO BIG MORL: Sukippara ni Sake: Who are swanky with Kachāshī-like dances to the stretches of never making a boring song. And so so many more! J-rock band names start to make more less sense the more I’m in here! Wahoo! A band named Hitorie performed two years ago, and there’s LEGO BIG MORL this year, which is hoisted up by the same manager as Hitorie, Mika Arara! The members separately will some participate in cooking shows(), some each do acoustic shows on their own accord, each ego-search, and their stoic songs together are bound to at least make your foot tap from their flavored textures. For this sake I’m eyeing up the band’s particularly memorable whiz named Hiroki Tanaka. Hiroki is not most notable for his #My ygarshy hashtag, but for the sake of this he is. Under the tag is either Hiroki posting a picture of him together with ygarshy or him commenting #My ygarshy on pictures ygarshy of himself with others. Or the “What? Are you a couple?” on ygarshy’s “It’s our 9th year anniversary” photo of him with SND… yg “Sorry.” In general ygarshy and Hiroki are friendly, they drink and vent together time to time.Also Hiroki and Shibata Takahiro, the character who comes in soon, have a unit called Takahiroki. Which is the two of them fused to make flurry, with only an acoustic guitar and a mic as their weapons even! Their concerts tend to break the norms of the non-flamboyant J-rock scene, as they screw around with their power with no real point, just a joint to a jollity! Where as many J-rock shows will use screens of music visualizers to engross, Takahiroki will use the crowd by galvanizing them raise their signature rainbow towels or make explosive call-outs towards the flames of reality. Where many will use subdued dance to party, Takahiroki will chit-chat about food and females as they swing their limbs like spinning amusement park rides or dress as bartenders and drink . Though all rock shows are have their unique tricks and spirit, it’s nice to see it super shaken up also… I introduce these two for good reason! It’s background for what’s feautured in the niconico livestream! The band Wasureranneyo! That Shibata is on vocals and guitar, that Hiroki is on main guitar, our ygarshy is on bass, and Takayuki Tomita is on drums! Tomita is from a band called THE LOVE NINGEN, whom I’m not sure how came into relation with Shibata, but Wasurerannee yo is constantly borrowing members to fill it’s blanks due to . ygarshy has been consistent for more than half a year now! Hiroki also bounces in whenever he can an ex. Wasurerannee yo member once filled in for Love Ningen. They themselves most likely meet at festivals like this! Where similar bands get together under a sonic medium and spend the crepuscle ball. But I’m going back to ygarshy! Him! His performance is a spotlight!

the important part THE SHOW highlights

Wasureraneeyo start at 1:27:28, end at 1:58:39. You can manually copy-paste, and it’s a whole 30 minutes action-packed. There's about 48 hours before a the single watch instance will expire, but it's possible to close the window and come back anytime between then.

The first 5+ minutes are rehearsal, they’re muted to give the live-goers an extra extra incentive. It’s still worth a peak to see how musicians will stroll as they test. They played their theme song and also a cover of Alexandros’ Wataridori there’s nothing worth hearing anyway right (*wails).

The rest is 100% worth the buck! ●Shibata starts off by whimpering over an urge he needs to burst out, he needs everybody to cheer him on. When he Says “Miyamoto - Ryou!”, you have to shout “You can do it!” Note: Miyamoto and Ryou are a comedian duo, who just days ago were revealed to the victims of a corrupted corporation, who was holding absolute control over them. People have cheering for them to win better circumstances in the case. Yet the apologies and the press conferences have been fantasy football battles.... Ugh... It's a riot for sure though! Official news reports are here or here or etc. ●He gets everyone to wiggle their arms 90° angles above their heads “like we’ve gone crazy!” and shout a nonsensical “Yossoi hoi hoi!” chant! With the heat as the beat! yga just plays bass! ●He makes noise for his mom, multiple times throughout! His T-shirt even has his mom on it! Specifically a picture of 2 year old himself being embraced by his mother printed on it, with the word “Mother” metallically written on the back… Source from his past diary entry of him expressing his maternal love. I can’t believe this ygarshy no wonder you can’t help but smile a lot during these shows. ●He complains about the shitty time he “went out drinking when he two cute girls walked through the door in, ‘Oh, oh, oh!’ he thought, only for them to start chit-chatting about how small their boyfriend’s dicks are! What kind of damnation is this bullshit!” ●The lyrics are about that stuff anyway!! ●There’s also a special appearance from Kanata Takehiro, the vocalist of LEGO BIG MORL. Shibata bitches at him mid-solo because “Fuck you! All the girls are staring at you now damn it!” *He is actually popular in the band due to being good and cooking and math and being an overall goofball behind the gallantries. The original of Odore Hikikomori features Hiroki and Sekihan, of Happy Head NANIYORI also he was in the niconico scene a long time ago, both dressed in clothes that you may find very unlikely but 100% plausible. ●ygarshy smiles and then recalibrates his hair over his eyes to look like a dark souls boss faceless again. He holds his bass with the neck upwards, he’s reviving his high school orchestra club bass playing sensibility. Virtuoso. The high tempo of Wasureraneeyo’s songs is definitely on par with Hitorie’s, Rie's irregular metres, swapping, interchanging and 456 metres are monstrous, but the sheer volume of tutti and strumming in Wasure’s punk songs seems to be something else as well…! yganbare!! ●Also don’t worry about those missed minutes because Shibata crowd-surfs again. This time with cash in his hand a mission! Saying “I’m glad to be here! Take me to the cute beer darling!”, as he is driven by the hands of the compliantly ecstatic crowd towards a staff member waiting in the middle of the crowd, holding up your average beer! Shibata trades the cash for the cup, he orders everyone to gather under him, “I can’t stand up if you’re pushing my ass! Oh now I can thank you”, and at last he gains the support to stand up! On top of a crowd for God's sake he rises. To glug the beer like a food chain top predator of the wild. Then to slide back to stage while crying for his mom again.

●Hiroki physically shoves ygarshy around while they have the stage to themselves. Ahh how the tables turn, the kicker to the pushee. ●In his black robes ygarshy is just such a trance to witness play throughout… It’s really great in motion and as a whole I love dirty rock concerts. Music has to be heard, my lumberous lumpy text can’t convey those sound waves… So give it a watch if you may have free time to do so! Only if you can please! Source for comments and some info: https://skream.jp/feature/2019/06/muro_festival_2019.php More photos and videos can be found on their official twitter! Photos by Suzuki Kouhei woah...

#Watching the scene change from day to night was cool I want to go #The other bands are interesting enough they all deserve to be highlighted but my favoritism keeps me sticking here #ヒトリエ #ygarshy #hitorie

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addictedforbooksquad · 6 years

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P I C K (S) O F T H E M O N T H: O C T O B E R

Lie by Natalia Jaster

Villains series by V.E. Schwab

Wolfsong by TJ Klune

All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr

Fall by Kristen Callihan

Scotland or Bust by Kira Archer

Dating the Enemy by Nicole Williams

Save the Date by Morgan Matson

Lie by Natalia Jaster

Genres: New Adult, Fantasy, Romance

Links: goodreads | amazon

Synopsis:

Once upon a time, there lived a liar... In the Kingdom of Autumn, Aspen is a girl of the trees. She’s a girl who knows her way around a falsehood. She’s the artful liar who steals from the Crown. Once upon a time, there lived a knight... In the shadows of a castle, Aire is a man of the wind. He’s a man who sees through Aspen’s treachery. He’s the relentless knight who pursues her. Once upon a time, there lived two enemies... In a fairytale woodland, a pair of mismatched souls are thrown together—only to find an unexpected bond. Both deceitful and passionate.

Why we love it:

beautiful, poetic prose

interesting, unusual take on Pinocchio

flawed, engaging characters who develop over the course of the book

their banter is entertaining as hell

heroine’s “skin condition” (so to speak) is not magically healed (at least not permanently) - she learns to love herself instead

Trigger warnings: ableism

Villains series by V.E.Schwab

Genres: Adult, Fantasy, Science-Fiction

Links: goodreads | bookdepository

Synopsis:

Victor and Eli started out as college roommates—brilliant, arrogant, lonely boys who recognized the same sharpness and ambition in each other. In their senior year, a shared research interest in adrenaline, near-death experiences, and seemingly supernatural events reveals an intriguing possibility: that under the right conditions, someone could develop extraordinary abilities. But when their thesis moves from the academic to the experimental, things go horribly wrong. Ten years later, Victor breaks out of prison, determined to catch up to his old friend (now foe), aided by a young girl whose reserved nature obscures a stunning ability. Meanwhile, Eli is on a mission to eradicate every other super-powered person that he can find—aside from his sidekick, an enigmatic woman with an unbreakable will. Armed with terrible power on both sides, driven by the memory of betrayal and loss, the archnemeses have set a course for revenge—but who will be left alive at the end?

Why we love it:

memorable cast of characters - likeable and morally grey villains, badass women

anti-hero story

a gripping, twisted tale of jealousy, ambition, murder, revenge and superpowers

interesting narrative style with timeline jumping back and forth fluidly with different perspectives

SO. MUCH. TENSION

Trigger warnings: domestic abuse, suicide, attempted rape, drug abuse, graphic violence

Wolfsong by TJ Klune

Genres: Adult, Fantasy, Paranormal, Romance

Links: goodreads | bookdepository

Synopsis:

Ox was twelve when his daddy taught him a very valuable lesson. He said that Ox wasn’t worth anything and people would never understand him. Then he left. Ox was sixteen when he met the boy on the road, the boy who talked and talked and talked. Ox found out later the boy hadn’t spoken in almost two years before that day, and that the boy belonged to a family who had moved into the house at the end of the lane. Ox was seventeen when he found out the boy’s secret, and it painted the world around him in colors of red and orange and violet, of Alpha and Beta and Omega. Ox was twenty-three when murder came to town and tore a hole in his head and heart. The boy chased after the monster with revenge in his bloodred eyes, leaving Ox behind to pick up the pieces. It’s been three years since that fateful day—and the boy is back. Except now he’s a man, and Ox can no longer ignore the song that howls between them.

Why we love it:

so many family feels!

highlights the importance of friends/family/people in your life that are not blood-related

MATES (we do love a WELL-done mates trope)

werewolves whose sexuality is fluid

angsty but worth it!

Trigger warnings: violence, death, emotional abuse

All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr

Genres: Historical, Historical Fiction

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Synopsis:

Marie-Laure lives in Paris near the Museum of Natural History, where her father works. When she is twelve, the Nazis occupy Paris and father and daughter flee to the walled citadel of Saint-Malo, where Marie-Laure’s reclusive great uncle lives in a tall house by the sea. With them they carry what might be the museum’s most valuable and dangerous jewel. In a mining town in Germany, Werner Pfennig, an orphan, grows up with his younger sister, enchanted by a crude radio they find that brings them news and stories from places they have never seen or imagined. Werner becomes an expert at building and fixing these crucial new instruments and is enlisted to use his talent to track down the resistance. Deftly interweaving the lives of Marie-Laure and Werner, Doerr illuminates the ways, against all odds, people try to be good to one another.

Why we love it:

beautifully haunting prose

set during WWII

two parallel stories that intertwine briefly towards the end

poetically written and full of rich details

there are so many heartwarming and heartbreaking moments

Trigger warnings: n/a

Fall by Kristen Callihan

Genres: New Adult, Romance, Contemporary

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Synopsis:

The first time I met Jax Blackwood things went a little sideways. In my defense, I didn’t know he was Jax Blackwood—who expects a legendary rock star to be shopping for groceries? More importantly, a blizzard was coming and he was about to grab the last carton of mint-chocolate chip. Still, I might have walked away, but then he smugly dared me to try and take the coveted ice cream. So I kissed him. And distracted that mint-chip right out of his hands. Okay, it was a dirty move, but desperate times and all that. Besides, I never expected he’d be my new neighbor. An annoying neighbor who takes great pleasure in reminding me that I owe him ice cream but would happily accept more kisses as payment. An irresistible neighbor who keeps me up while playing guitar naked–spectacularly naked–in his living room. Clearly, avoidance is key. Except nothing about Jax is easy to ignore—not the way he makes me laugh, or that his particular brand of darkness matches mine, or how one look from him melts me faster than butter under a hot sun. Neither of us believes in love or forever. Yet we’re quickly becoming each other’s addiction. But we could be more. We could be everything. All we have to do is trust enough to fall.

Why we love it:

story written with SO MUCH feeling

deals with depression in a realistic way

wonderfully painful and satisfying slow-burn

actual relationship buildup, unlike the usual instalove that we see a lot in contemporaries

characters that feel very real and utterly relatable

“musician” aspect of the story is not just there, it’s a focus of some scenes

interesting and entertaining secondary characters

makes us long for the next installment!

Trigger warnings: mentions of suicide, depression

Scotland or Bust by Kira Archer

Genres: New Adult, Romance, Contemporary

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Synopsis:

After dumping her boyfriend, Nicole Franklin impulsively jumps on a plane and heads to Europe. Sure, money and a job would have been nice to line up first. Even a visa, for that matter. So now she has to play tour guide at an Outlander experience for the most obnoxious man on the planet. Until she stumbles into the wrong bed in the middle of the night and wakes up in Harrison’s arms. Now his family thinks they’re engaged, and the entire village is betting on how long before she’ll be running for the hills. Harrison Troy has a reputation in the town for burning through assistants. And the bubbly new one he’s just hired is likely no different. But his family quickly has them “engaged.” He should be upset, but she’s the perfect buffer for his interfering family. She says she doesn’t need another man in her life--even if he comes with a castle--and that’s fine with him. So why can’t he stop thinking about the woman who is charming everyone in the town, and maybe even him?

Why we love it:

fake dating trope

set in Scotland

crazy adorable family

so many outlander and Jamie/Claire references

Trigger warnings: n/a

Dating the Enemy by Nicole Williams

Genres: Adult, Romance, Contemporary

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Synopsis:

Ms. Romance, Hannah Arden, writes one of the top read relationship advice columns in the nation. Mr. Reality, Brooks North, writes the top read relationship advice column. Ms. Romance believes in true love and soul mates. Mr. Reality believes love is a term humanity has assigned to the primal instinct to procreate. She believes in fate—he in chance. She knows there’s one right person for everyone—he knows there are multiple ones. The two writers couldn’t be more polarized on relationships. They’re professional rivals, and philosophical antagonists. For eight years, their battles have been fought with words and ink. That changes when they apply for the same position at the World Times and find themselves face-to-face for the first time. Brooks isn’t the sour-faced, antiquity of a man Hannah pictured. And Hannah isn’t exactly the middle-aged shrew with cat hair on her housedress that Brooks imagined either. In lieu of competing for the promotion traditional ways, the two writers are presented with playing the leading roles in a social experiment unlike any before. Can a person be tricked into falling in love? Can a relationship be crafted under the right string of circumstances? Hannah knows the answer. So does Brooks. Agreeing to the terms, the two set out on a three-month dating experiment, live-streamed for the world to watch. All Hannah has to do to win is not fall in love with the narcissistic brute. All Brooks has to do is get the starry-eyed dreamer to fall in love with him. Both are so confident in their philosophies, they expect the challenge to be easy. With the world watching, Brooks and Hannah will be forced to confront their beliefs and conclude, once and for all, who’s right. The answer is one neither of them saw coming.

Why we love it:

fake dating (we do have a weakness for this trope!)

interesting dynamic

likeable characters

The-Ugly-Truth-meets-The-Hating-Game premise

Trigger warnings: n/a

Save The Date by Morgan Matson

Genres: Young Adult, Romance, Contemporary

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Synopsis:

Charlie Grant's older sister is getting married this weekend at their family home, and Charlie can't wait for the first time in years, all four of her older siblings will be under one roof. Charlie is desperate for one last perfect weekend, before the house is sold and everything changes. The house will be filled with jokes and games and laughs again. Making decisions about things like what college to attend and reuniting with longstanding crush Jesse Foster all that can wait. She wants to focus on making the weekend perfect. The only problem? The weekend is shaping up to be an absolute disaster. There's the unexpected dog with a penchant for howling, house alarm that won't stop going off, and a papergirl with a grudge. There are the relatives who aren't speaking, the (awful) girl her favorite brother brought home unannounced, and a missing tuxedo. Not to mention the neighbor who seems to be bent on sabotage and a storm that is bent on drenching everything. The justice of the peace is missing. The band will only play covers. The guests are all crazy. And the wedding planner's nephew is unexpectedly, distractedly cute. Over the course of three ridiculously chaotic days, Charlie will learn more than she ever expected about the family she thought she knew by heart. And she'll realize that sometimes, trying to keep everything like it was in the past means missing out on the future.

Why we love it:

adorable, intriguing and complex dynamic between Grant siblings

Trigger warnings: n/a

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