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The bar had been closed for an hour and Mitsuo was in the process of cleaning up when he noticed the woman standing by the door. It was raining hard outside but she didn’t seem to notice or care, looking completely lost in thought.

Mitsuo hesitated for a moment before making his way towards the front.

“Can I help you?” He asked politely. The woman jolted slightly, before staring up at him with wide, startled eyes.

“No,” she said after a brief pause. “No, it’s okay. I shouldn’t have come. Sorry for disturbing you.”

She turned to walk away and before he could think better of it, Mitsuo reached out one hand to grab her shoulder. She went alarmingly stiff under his touch and he hastily let her go.

“I apologize, I didn’t mean to startle you. It’s just that, well.” He took in her drenched clothes, the lack of umbrella, the water droplets running down her face. “You look like you could use a place to warm up.”

She glanced at the very blatant ‘Closed’ sign on the door before looking back at him.

“I think we have time for one more customer,” he said, answering her unspoken question, and stepped aside to allow her in.

“So that bad, huh?” The woman, who had introduced herself as ‘Hana,’ asked casually. Mitsuo raised an eyebrow at her.

“What do you mean?” He asked, sliding a cup of tea over to her.

“The way I look.” Her lips quirked up slightly, a touch of humor entering her eyes. “I figure it has to be bad if strangers are taking pity on me and allowing me to take shelter for free after hours. Be honest, on a scale of drowned rat to drenched owl, how bad are we talking?”

He took in her shoulder length sopping-wet brown hair, brown eyes, brown coat. She did look a bit like a bedraggled animal, actually.

“Hmm, more along the lines of wet cat, to be frank,” Mitsuo said, smiling. “How’s the tea?”

She took a sip, then drew back, surprised. “This-- ”

“Not bad, right?” Mitsuo chuckled.

“Well. The standards of tea have certainly improved since the last time I’ve been in Inuzuri,” Hana remarked. “Must mean this place is doing pretty well, right?”

“You could say that.” They certainly weren’t lacking money anyway. “I think we have some food leftover in the back. Let me see if I can scrounge up something.”

“You don’t have to,” Hana protested. “Seriously, you’ve done more than enough.”

“It’s no trouble.” Mitsuo smiled briefly. “Besides, it’d hardly be polite to let a lady go hungry. Why don’t you take a look at a menu and see if anything catches your eye?”

“Absolutely not, I’m not going to—wait, who came up with the names of these drinks?” She asked incredulously.

“Ah yes, I’m afraid my brother had quite a bit of fun coming up with them.” Mitsuo grinned, suppressing a chuckle. “My sister, she was of the belief that we should be trying to attract a more diverse clientele and suggested that creating cocktails designed to cater to both men and women might be a good idea. Kazuki—my brother—thought it was ridiculous and was deeply upset at the idea of serving ‘girly’ drinks in his bar. Unfortunately for him, he was unanimously outvoted. The compromise was that he would be allowed to name the drinks.”

“And K—and they approved these?” Hana’s lips twitched as she scanned the list. “The Red-Hot Pineapple Monkey? Oh dear, the person who inspired that one must be a…character.”

Mitsuo hummed his agreement, hiding his surprise. It wasn’t often that newcomers guessed the cocktail names were inspired by actual people, and that one was a comparatively less obvious one.

“Maybe I’ll try something after all. This one sounds promising—the Flower Power Glower.” She laughed. “I’m sorry, it’s just that one…I mean, I would have loved to—” Her voice trailed off, shoulders slumping slightly. “But I guess that’s not possible anymore.”

Hana glanced up at Mitsuo, a wry twist to her mouth.

“Maybe alcohol isn’t such a good idea tonight.”

“Maybe not,” Mitsuo agreed gently. “And for what it’s worth, I understand. I’ve lost people too. If there’s anything I can do to help, I’d be glad to give it a try.”

“Thank you, that’s very kind of you.” She hesitated. “There is one thing. I just—your family.” Hana looked down at her hands, fiddling with her mug. “They sound like…like an amazing group of people. Would you tell me about them?” There was an odd urgency to her voice now, words coming out just a touch too fast. “Please?”

Mitsuo paused. By all means, he should decline her request. It wasn’t exactly a secret that two highly-ranked Shinigami came from their household and although neither Rukia nor Renji visited frequently these days, it wasn’t unfeasible that someone could come seeking information to use against them. And yet, he couldn’t help but instinctively trust that this woman meant him and his family no harm.

He hadn’t lived this long by ignoring his instincts.

“What do you want to know?” He asked.

They ended up talking for hours. Honestly, they probably could have ended up talking for longer had Kazuki not stormed in, shaking droplets of rain out of his hair.

“There you are! The bar closed hours ago, where the hell have you—who the hell is she?” Kazuki drew up short at the sight of Hana and Mitsuo sitting across from each other at the bar, halfway through their second pot of tea. Hana looked at him with the same wide-eyed look she’d greeted Mitsuo with.

“Manners, Kazuki,” Mitsuo said dryly.

“Shut up, this ain’t the goddamned Seireitei,” Kazuki retorted without taking his eyes off Hana. “So who is she?”

“She is able to hear you,” Hana said, a touch sardonically. “You can call me Hana.”

“Just Hana, huh? No last name?” Kazuki asked, eyes narrowing slightly.

“You’re hardly one to talk, given that you haven’t provided either of yours,” she retorted without missing a beat. He blinked, then grinned.

“Fair enough. You can call me Kazuki then.” His eyes fell onto the mostly-empty plate of gyoza on the table. “Aw man, I was hoping to eat those later.”

“Don’t worry, we saved the smallest one for you,” she replied, tongue-in-cheek. Mitsuo blinked. That had almost sounded like—

“I mean, thank you for the drinks and the food,” Hana said hastily, interrupting his thoughts. “How much do I owe you? And don’t tell me it’s on the house again, I mean the real cost.”

“How much do you want to pay?” At her uncomprehending look, Kazuki smirked. “We operate on a donation-only system here. You pay what you want, and if you don’t want to pay anything, that’s perfectly fine too.” He looked her over. “Actually on second thought, I second what Mitsuo said. It’s on the house—please use any money you have to buy an umbrella.”

“That doesn’t seem like a viable way to run a business,” Hana pointed out.

“Don’t worry about that. Anything that isn’t covered by donations just gets added to Hisana’s tab,” Kazuki shrugged.

There was a pause.

“Hisana’s tab?” Hana questioned. Her voice was very small.

“It’s a system we set up in honor of our late sister,” Mitsuo explained quietly. “Well, us and her fiancé at the time. Anyone who comes to this bar only needs to ask in order to be fed.”

It had been Kuchiki Byakuya’s idea. The amount of money he donated on a yearly basis could feed more hungry orphans than existed in all of Inuzuri.

“Oh.” Hana swallowed. “That’s—that’s a really nice thing to do. I’m sure your sister would have loved that.” She stood up and bowed. “I’ve taken up enough of your time. Thank you for your kindness—I can’t tell you how much it means to me.”

“You have a place to stay?” Mitsuo asked, concerned.

“Of course. You don’t have to worry about me,” she smiled. “I’ll be fine.”

Mitsuo pursed his lips, studying her closely. There was something oddly familiar about her, something that had been bothering him all evening. Not her features—no, Mitsuo was quite certain he’d never seen this woman before in his life—but in her tone of voice, the way she tilted her chin up—

He shook off the sense of déjà vu and smiled at her.

“In that case, please feel free to come back at any time. You’re always welcome,” he said sincerely. “I hope to see you again.”

Her smile softened into something a little more genuine.

“As do I,” she murmured. “Take care, Mitsuo, Kazuki.”

“So. Hana, huh?” Kazuki commented as soon as the door shut behind her. “Someone you know?”

“Not at all. I’ve never seen her before tonight,” Mitsuo replied honestly. “Why?”

He shrugged, staring off into the same direction Hana had left.

“Nothing. Just feel like I’ve met her before.”

Hisana: “You don’t have to worry about me, I’ll be fine” while very much the opposite of fine

Mitsuo and Kazuki, immediately: wait why does this girl seem so familiar

Deleted this scene because I decided Hisana wouldn't risk going back to her family until Aizen was no longer a threat, no matter how much she missed them. But I figured I'd share this snippet anyway, hope you guys enjoy!

#walk two lifetimes

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dailyreverie · 2 years

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Rainy afternoon

A/N: Requested by @scarlett-scarab. Here's some very fluffy Duke Leto so you can come back to it on a rainy day... quite literally because that's pretty much what this is about lol. This is not spicy, gif is for vibes only. Also since we don't have soft Duke Leto scenes I need to use our favorite toxic man.

Fall prompts 🍂 Rainy day spent inside

Pairing: Duke Leto Atreides x reader

Word count: 619

CW: It gets kind of spicy at some point but nothing graphic or explicit. Minors DNI.

You always loved rain in Caladan. It always managed to make everyone calm, the rocks of the mountains would glisten with the droplets and the waterfalls would fall loudly unto the rivers.

Everyone had left the palace a while ago, all your staff getting the day off as a result of the weather and the lack of meetings and businesses it brought. That had left you and the Duke to a quiet afternoon together; he found you there after his last meeting, when the weather made it impossible for his visitors to arrive - much to his dismay certainly -, and it was hard to resist joining you, sprawled on the largest couch in the living room. Now, with your legs across his lap, catching up on each of your readings, neither of you would dare move an inch.

Leto’s eyebrows were set deep in concentration as he went through one of the various papers placed in front of him, his strong profile always a sight worthy to admire. He held a glass of wine, resting comfortably in the hand that was not grazing over your thigh.

“We should do this more often.” You break into the silence, easily speaking your thoughts to him. Leto turns to look at you after a beat, once a small smile had found its way into his face. He doesn’t say anything though, he only looks at you with a loving gaze. “What?”

His cheekbones peeked from under his beard when his smile grew “Nothing.” He replied calmly, still looking at you. “I agree.” He’s quick to turn back down to his reading, fingers still going up and down your leg.

But you knew him better than that, and with the way he was looking at you, you knew there was something else going on. “What are you thinking?”

“What do you mean?”

“There’s something on your mind.” He pretended to ignore you, smiling to himself while still trying to read his papers. With the rumble of thunder that filled the room, you realized what was really going on. You knew him well, well enough to read the signs his body showed: no furrowed eyebrows, no tense shoulders, instead his face had a warm smile and crinkles on the corners of his eyes. “You are enjoying this too much, aren’t you?”

Leto chose not to answer, instead trying to change the subject. “Would you look at that, the spice production in Arrakis is going up by-”

“Leto!” You laughed interrupting him, tossing your book to the side and crawling over to him. This relaxed, joking side of him was rare to show up. “You are relaxed, aren’t you?”

“Would that be too bad?”

“Not at all, I like seeing you like this.” You straddle his legs sitting in front of him. Your fingertips trace his beard, and he lets his face rest over your hands.

The Duke leans to kiss you, slowly at first, not needing to rush anything, letting his hands move carefree over your back and your thighs. His lips after a while match the intensity of the thunder as they begin to trace over your skin, helping you to your back so he can hover on top of you. “What about like this?”

“Hmm, you’re being playful today even, my Duke.” He groans against your lips, but all you can do is giggle. “Can I arrange more days off?”

“Please do,” He commands, only pecking your lips. “The rest of the Empire can wait.”

Both of you would forget about it soon, you knew, but for now, you let yourself sink in his arms, with just the rain and his loving words enough to distract you from the rest of the world.

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bloodboundchronicles · 18 days

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Diabolik Lovers: Haunted Dark Bridal — Official Prologue

Date Started: 11/05/2024

Date Completed: 12/05/2024

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“ The more I love you,

the more I would like to devour you.

And once I become one with that body;

Will this thirst, this pain, be cured?

The closer I get,

The more distant I get.

I see you as a mirage in the desert,

as if you were a slight illusion. ”

[Lord Richter]

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[Scene Change. MC/Yui is in front of the Sakamaki Mansion.]

Yui: I came here just as they asked of me but this place… It really is the rumoured haunted mansion, isn’t it?

The people I asked on the road all gave the same answer… I’m not mistaken, right?

(Do I really have a relative in this type of place? Haa… That being said, it isn’t like my father is the type of person to make such a thing up.)

[It thunders, starting to rain harshly. Yui is taken aback from this, yelping in surprise.]

Yui: (A-anyway. I have no choice but to check…)

[She walks up to the large wooden doors, placing her fist to the door, knocking twice. She waits…]

Yui: …Hello, excuse me.

[She knocks again.]

Yui: Excuse me!!

Yui: (There is no answer… Ah… What should I do, as I thought there is no one and there are no lights… That’s obvious, this place is, after all… This neighbourhood’s famous “Haunted Mansion.” A member of the church living in a place where monsters are rumoured to come out of it… There certainly is an error here, right?)

[Flashback Sequence. Within the Church.]

Yui: Ehh!? Have you been summoned by a foreign church? And you’re saying you’re going there tomorrow.

Yui’s Father (Seiji Komori): Don’t shout like that, Yui. Please calm down a little.

Yui: C-Calm down you say… Anyone would act like that after hearing something so suddenly, right?

And that mission abroad… just where is it?

Yui’s Father (Seiji Komori): Hmm. It… it looks like it is in Eastern Europe.

Yui: Eastern Europe!? Did you mean in another country?

Yui’s Father (Seiji Komori): Well, when the Father was young, he spent some time there.

An official request from the church came suddenly.

Yui: This… So what will happen to this church?

Yui’s Father (Seiji Komori): It will be passed onto a successor immediately. Do not worry about that matter. Besides… if anything happens you will be in Japan.

Yui: Eh?

Yui’s Father (Seiji Komori): Yui… Listen closely. I am thinking of going by myself.

Yui: [She’s shocked.]

Yui’s Father (Seiji Komori): I cannot take you with me.

Yui: To say that you are going alone… I want to go with you!

Yui’s Father (Seiji Komori): You can’t!

Yui: …?! Father?

Yui’s Father (Seiji Komori): I’m sorry. Living apart from you will be rough on my part as well. But, all of this is because of you, for your sake. Please understand.

Yui: …For my sake..? The only daughter you have and you are leaving her alone in Japan?

Yui’s Father (Seiji Komori): Ah…

Yui: (Father is making a pained expression. Still, why can’t I just go with him?)

Can’t you turn down the offer?

Yui’s Father (Seiji Komori): I considered that many times. However, it’s a job that only I can do.

Yui: A task that only Father can do?

Yui’s Father (Seiji Komori): Ah… E-Either way, I’ve already made proper arrangements to ensure that you won’t have any trouble living here on your own.

I will be leaving tomorrow night. Until then, pack all your things and rely on the people living at this address.

Yui: Who lives there?

Yui’s Father (Seiji Komori): I’ve never mentioned them to you before due to some family conflicts, but it’s the house of some distant relatives.

They are related to the church as well and are aware of the circumstances. They won’t harm you in any way. So please think of them as my replacement and don’t hesitate to ask them for help.

Yui: Yes… [She agrees, reluctantly.]

[Flashback Ends. Yui/Player is back in front of the Sakamaki Mansion.]

Yui: (To think this place would turn out to be the ‘Haunted House.’)

Haa… I should have just begged father to take me with him no matter what.

(However he looked so strict at that time. I have the feeling he didn’t want to take me with him no matter what I said or did. I wonder why he seemed so reluctant…? Besides, what’s a type of job only my father can do? He’s just a simple priest. As for his specialty… Perhaps gardening?)

[The sound of the door creaking brings Yui out of her thoughts.]

Yui: Eh? Did the door just open by itself? No way, right?

Excuse me! Is anyone home?

I’m Komori’s daughter! I believe you’ve already heard the story from my father. I’m coming in, alright?

[She walks into the house and is greeted by the large staircase and stairwell. The door seems to have closed by itself.]

Yui: (I went inside, but as I thought, It doesn’t seem like anyone is around. However, the door opened earlier, which means someone must be around! There has to be!)

Haa… I suppose I’ll let myself in. That being said, I’m still a little scared. However, I can’t just keep on standing here either.

[She walks to the living room. A large stairwell is present on the side, next to the large semi-oval paneled window. There are chairs and sofas, along with a fireplace.]

Yui: (There… really is no one around. How strange… Then how did the door open earlier?)

There must have been some sort of mistake in the memo Father gave me.

(I don’t want to make him worry too much, but I’ll have no other choice but to contact him. But like this we won’t get anywhere… Let’s see… Where did I put my cell phone?... Huh?)

[Yui’s eyes drift to the unconscious boy on the couch. Startled by his presence. It thunders.]

Yui: Kya! [She yelps.]

(I… I just saw the silhouette of a person in the light of the thunder!)

Um… Excuse me?

[She addresses the boy on the couch. He has reddish-purplish hair.]

…

(Is he sleeping? But this person…)

Hello? Are you a resident of this place?

[She continues to address the boy on the couch.]

…

Hello? Are you alright…?

[She is not receiving any answer.]

(...?! I touched his skin for just a second and… He feels so cold!)

Eh? He… He’s not breathing!? Is he dead?!

Ugh!

[Her chest starts to thump, creating a feeling of discomfort. Her heart pounds vividly.]

(What’s happening…! My chest suddenly hurts!! What’s wrong with me?)

???: [Someone’s voice is echoing in Yui’s head, unknowing of their identity.]

–Where are you? Where? Where are you?

Yui: (Someone’s voice is entering my head…)

Haa… Ha… Either way… I have to call an ambulance.

(I’m worried about my own condition as well, but first of all, I have to do something about this person.)

[Yui takes out her flip phone and starts to dial the ambulance, 119 for Japan. She begins speaking to the operator.]

–H-Hello? I would like an ambulance. Um… There’s a person who may be dead. Eh? The address? If I recall correctly…

???: [The boy on the couch slightly stirs.] Nn…

Yui: Eh?

???: [The boy on the couch opens his eyes, his tone irritated.] Shut up…

Yui: [She screams in fear.] Kyaaaaaa!???

[The screen shifts to the living room. The unknown boy gets up from the couch, addressing Yui.]

???: Aa-? What’s up with you… Going ‘round making a fuss in someone else’s home…

Yui: [She’s taken a back.] …! (How is this possible…? His heart wasn’t moving until just now…)

???: Huh? So you’re a woman. What are you doing here, huh?

[He sounds intrigued.]

Yui: Until just now… You were…

???: I was doing what? Is there something wrong with me having a nice nap in my own home?

Yui: Sleeping?! But I’m certain your… (His heart wasn’t beating… right?)

???: — ‘But I’m certain your’ … what?

Yui: …?!

[The boy comes close to Yui, shocking her. Before pushing her down onto the couch. He mounts himself on top of her, pinning her down.]

Yui: (Wha…?! I was pushed down?!)

???: You’re the one who brought this upon yourself, aren’t you? I was just feeling hungry as well.

[He laughs, before licking the tracheal region of her neck.]

Yui: L-Let me go!! What are you doing all of a sudden?!

???: That’s my line. You’re the one who suddenly walked into someone else’s house, right?

Yui: That’s… right. But I…

???: Shut up.

Yui: …!! S… Stop!!

???: What a vigorous prey. Don’t thrash about! Calm down!

[Yui thrashes in the unknown boy’s hold, either out of confusion or fear.]

Yui: K-kyaa?!

[The boy licks a stripe on Yui’s neck.]

(This person is nuts! Suddenly doing such a thing…)

Don’t touch me!! (God help me…!!)

[Yui’s heart pounds. Forcing the boy to retract as he recuperated. Somehow he's affected..?]

???: …!? Huh?! W-What was that just now?

[Someone new appears!]

???: What’s going on? How noisy… Ayato, you know that I’d rather not have to deal with this kind of ruckus right after waking up.

Ayato: …Reiji. [He seems surprised by the male's entrance..?]

Reiji: What’s wrong? You seem surprised.

Yui: (This is my chance to run!!)

Ayato: [He redirects his focus from Reiji to Yui.] …Oi!

Yui: P-please save me! [Yui directs this to Reiji.]

Reiji: Excuse me? …And you are?

Yui: M-my name’s Yui Komori. I am supposed to be staying here from today onwards…

Reiji: Eh? Here? What’s this about, Ayato?

Ayato: Tsk… I don;t know! Hey, Chichinashi*, you didn’t mention that earlier!

Yui: T-that’s because you suddenly attacked me! …Wait, Chichinashi?

Ayato: Idiot! I’m obviously talking about you! Chi-chi-na-shi!

Yui: …!! (H-huh?! What is he talking about?!)

Ayato: By the way, Reiji. Did you hear anything about this?

Reiji: No, not a thing.

Yui: So there has been some sort of mistake after all… Umm… You are?

[She directs the question to the handsome tall man, with spectacles.]

Reiji: My name is Reiji. Reiji Sakamaki.

Yui: Reiji…? (Thank god. This person seems like he;d be willing to listen to me, unlike that Ayato person.)

Yui: Um–

[Yui is cut off by a mysterious voice. It seemed to be coming from atop of the staircase, nearing the viewpoint balcony.]

???: Well, well, well~

Yui: …?!

[Another random boy seemed to appear right in front of her. This one, looking similar to Ayato. Instead, wearing a hat.]

???: What’s a cute human girl doing here?

Yui: Kya…?! (T-this person appeared out of nowhere!)

???: Hahaha, hello and nice to meet you, Bitch-chan~

Yui: ..!! (He licked me…!!)

Reiji: Laito, don’t you think that’s a bit improper towards a lady you’ve only just met?

Laito: Hm~? You’re stiff as always, Reiji. What’s the big deal? I’m just giving this delicious looking lamb a little taste~

Ayato: Goddamnit! You’re done for, you bastard! Marking her before me!

Laito: Hehe. I have no other choice~ Otherwise all delicious treats will get gobbled up by my wild brothers. Don’t you agree, Kanato?

[Another person has appeared! He goes up to Yui, pushing her personal space. This one seems to have purple hair and purple eyes. He’s notably shorter than the others.]

Kanato: —Let me have a taste as well. Don’t move, okay?

[He licks her. Just like Laito.]

Yui: Hya!

Kanato: Hm… It’s sweet. She;s surprisingly delicious for being just a mere human.

Yui: ..?! (Another one appeared all of a sudden… What on earth is going on?! On top of that, I got licked again...)

Kanato: Hey… Why is this girl here?

Laito: Isn’t she part of tonight’s meal?

Ayato: As if! Why don’t you use your imagination for that? This one’s already mine. I’m the one who found her first after all! Hehehe.

Reiji: –But you let her get scooped off your plate.

Ayato: Fuck off, Reiji! Don’t mention that!

???: Heh. Lame.

[Someone else can be heard, their voice low.]

Yui: …?! (A voice? Out of nowhere?)

Ayato: Huh? This voice… Subaru, it’s you right?! Show yourself, jerk.

[Subaru appears. He has white hair and red… pink eyes? He’s taller than Ayato.]

Subaru: Hmph.

Yui: (...?! This time there’s no mistaking it. I thought it was just my imagination… but this person just appeared out of thin air!)

Subaru: No wonder I thought it reeked of humans in here… So you’re the one causing this. Because of you I lost some precious sleeping time. How are you gonna take responsibility for that, huh?

Yui: B…But I… (What now…?! There’s definitely something off about these people!)

Subaru: Oi, how about you speak up alright, huh?!

[Subaru punches the wall, creating damage.]

Yui: …Kya!

Laito: Phew~ As short tempered as ever, huh, little brother? Hahaha.

Subaru: Shut up, you hormonal bastard! Just know that I don’t think of you as my older brother!

Kanato: …This pisses me off. If you don’t shut that foul mouth of yours, I’ll cut it to pieces.

Subaru: Heh, I’d like to see you try with that stature of yours, shortie.

Kanato: …

[He turns to his Teddy Bear that he’s holding. It seems as though he’s addressing the bear?]

Teddy. Take a good look. He’s going to be our next target.

Reiji: For god’s sake… Can you people cut it out? No matter how calm and collected I may be, I’m starting to get irritated as well. I don’t care what you do with this person…

[He’s referring to Yui.]

Or at least, that’s what I would like to say. I just can’t stand to watch my mischievous little brothers fight it out for you in front of my eyes.

First of all, please tell me loud and clear how you wandered inside of here.

Yui: T-that’s… You know… (Oh no… I’m too scared to talk!)

As I said…

Ayato: What’s wrong, Chichinashi? You’re trembling.

Laito: Fufu, she’s so cute. Makes me want to gobble her right up.

Kanato: Hehe… her teeth are chattering. She must be beyond terrified of us.

Yui: I-isn’t that obvious? I’m in this creepy place after all. On top of that… I have absolutely no clue what these guys are going on about.

Ayato: What is it that you don’t get? We’re pretty much like an open book!

Laito: Well… I’m not as easy to figure out as Ayato at least~

Reiji: Come on now, enough with the chit-chat. Like this we’ll never get anywhere. You really are testing my patience.

[He addresses Yui.]

You there. How can we hold a conversation when you’re that frightened? Hurry up and explain yourself.

[Reiji cracks a whip, then whispers.]

If you don’t want to be whipped by me, that is.

Yui: U-understood! I’ll talk! I’ll tell you everything!

[Timeskip. Yui explains everything.]

Yui: —And that’s how I ended up here.

Ayato: Pfft… Hahahaha! So you’re the daughter of a priest?

Yui: Correct. Is something wrong with that?

Subaru: No wonder you reek.

Reiji: A priest’s daughter ended up at this manor… You must have horrible karma. On top of that, I have no clue as to who these relatives you’re talking of may be.

Yui: …As I suspected, it must have been a simple mistake on our part.

Laito: It’s a shame but I have to agree. There’s no way someone related to the church would be introduced to this house.

Kanato: Laito, is that self-mockery?

Laito: Haha. I wonder~

Yui: …Well then, I’ll be taking my leave. I’m very sorry for barging into your manor so late at night.

(I have to hurry up and get out of here! I have the feeling that if I stay here any longer, I’ll be in a lot of trouble!)

Ayato: [He comes up to Yui.] –Hold up.

Yui: …!! (...H-he teleported?! Suddenly he’s right in front of my eyes!)

Ayato: From the looks of it, you don’t have anywhere else to go, right? Just stay here!

Laito: Ooh! I agree! This house is such a sausage fest, it gets suffocating at times. If Bitch-chan were to stay here with us, it might bring some excitement into our lives, don’t you think?

Yui: …I-I refuse!

[Yui runs away, making a beeline for the exit. This takes Ayato off guard.]

Ayato: Hey! Wait!

Yui: (As if I’d do that!)

[Yui makes her way to the front entrance, where she is again met with the grand staircase.]

Yui: (What on earth is going on? Am I dreaming? I thought the haunted house was just an old urban legend but it’s almost as if it’s really… When I think of something haunted, ghosts and spirits are the only things that come to mind!)

Amen… God, please help me!

[Suddenly, a tall, handsome, blond-haired, blue eyed male appears from the staircase, now popping up in front of Yui.]

???: –Oi. You’re being loud, running around like that…

Yui: …?! (A-another appeared right in front of me!)

You’re also one of those people?

???: One of them? …Hearing that is a little upsetting.

Yui: I-in that case…

???: If I had to put it into words, I guess you could say we’re unfortunately connected.

Yui: Unfortunately?

[Suddenly, all of the men appear in front of her, with the blond-haired man taking center stage.]

???: Are you that girl he mentioned?

Yui: He?

Ayato: Oi, Shuu! Do you know something that we don’t?

Shuu: …I guess.

Kanato: [He’s becoming irritated.] Don’t give us such a vague answer. Explain the situation properly.

Shuu: He contacted me the other day… “She’ll be living with you guys. I’m counting on you.” – That’s all he said.

Ayato: Haa?! So the house Chichinashi was talking about earlier…

Laito: Haha! Just on time!

Reiji: Seems like no mistake has been made here after all.

Yui: N-no way?!

Ayato: Idiot. Why would we be lying?

Yui: B-because it doesn’t make any sense! My father’s a priest and I came here on behalf of the church…

Shuu: I don’t see the problem.

Kanato: Is something odd about that?

Yui: O-of course it is! After all, you guys are…

Ayato: We are what?

Yui: Well…

Shuu: Is it because we are vampires?

Yui: Eh? V-vampires?

Ayato: Haa… There he goes blowing our cover.

Yui: W-what do you mean? I don’t understand…

Kanato: We pretty much spelled it out for you. We’re a race called vampires, nothing more and nothing less.

Yui: …?! Y-you must be kidding me! Vampires? There’s no way…

Reiji: …You’ve been calling us liars over and over again. How unpleasant. Ayato already mentioned this earlier, but we have no reason to lie to you.

Yui: E-even so!

Laito: Calm down guys. I’m sure Bitch-chan just doesn’t want to recognize our existence.

Subaru: I don’t give a shit about that. This is annoying.

Yui: (Vampires… I’m sure they’re just toying with me! There’s no way those kinds of creatures would exist… Either way, I have to get into contact with Father and ask him about the truth. Where’s my cell phone…?)

[Yui tries to look for her cell phone, but is abruptly interrupted by Ayato.]

Ayato: Oi. Is this what you’re looking for?

Yui: That’s…! My phone! Please give it back!

Ayato: Hehe~ What should I do, huh?

Yui: Hey! Don’t joke around! You have no right to decide what to do with it!

Ayato: What’s with that attitude? I was kind enough to pick it up for you. Is this your way of thanking me?

Yui: …!

Subaru: Oi, Ayato. Give that thing to me.

Ayato: Huh?

Subaru: [He kisses his teeth, becoming annoyed instantly.] Che… I told you to hand it over!

Yui: …H-hold up! What are you planning to do…?!

Subaru: …This!

[Subaru crushes the flip phone with his hand.]

Yui: Ah…!

Subaru: You’ve been getting on my nerves for quite a while now.

Yui: (I-I only just renewed my phone… and it got destroyed!) How cruel…!

Laito: Relax, Bitch-chan. You’re going to get along with us creatures of the night soon~ You won’t need something irrelevant as a cell phone anyway, don’t you agree?

Yui: W-who said I’m going to live with you guys…?

Kanato: So you’re going to leave?

Yui: Isn’t that obvious? You don't even have to ask.

Kanato: Oh, is that so? That’s perfect.

Yui: What do you mean?

Kanato: I’ve been starving this whole time.

Yui: Yes… and?

[Kanato teleports near Yui, going face to face with the girl.]

Kanato: You really are a moron, huh? If a vampire says he’s hungry, it can only mean one thing, right?

Yui: Kya! (I got pushed over?!)

[Kanato pushes Yui down, hovering over her.]

Ayato: Wait up, Kanato! As the older brother, I should go first!

Kanato: Haha, don’t fool around. No way it works like that. It’s already too late to regret it now. Your blood seems quite sweet and delicious.

Yui: (H-his fangs are hitting the side of my neck?)

Kanato: I’ll suck you dry to the very last drop, okay?

Yui: (W-what should I do? Oh! Right!) W-wait!

Kanato:

[His smirk falls, a mask of confusion is set on his face.]

–What?

Yui: T-take this…!

[Yui holds out her rosary and points it at Kanato, hoping it’ll stop him.]

Kanato: Eh? [He’s confused.]

Laito: Pff… Hahaha! Bitch-chan, you’re hilarious! You were carrying a roast with you this whole time?

Reiji: Seems like you favour some rather outdated practices. How foolish.

Yui: H-huh? Vampires are supposed to hate crosses, garlic, and holy water.

Ayato: Which fairytale did you learn that from? It’s bullshit.

Yui: I don’t want to hear that from someone who may very well be pulled straight out of a storybook!

Kanato: I’m pissed off… It’s as if a delicious feast got messed up right before my eyes. How will you take responsibility for this?

Yui: A feast? Don’t be ridiculous! I’m a human!

Shuu: Haa… This is such a hassle. Are you making fun of the situation? To us, humans are pretty much food.

Ayato: You really are an idiot, huh?

Yui: I-I won’t recognize a vampire’s existence!

[Laito comes up to Yui, seemingly teleporting to her.]

Laito: Hm… That’s a little sad~ Bitch-chan, I guess the only way to have you acknowledge—

[He whispers in her ear.] —is to do this, right~?

Yui: (A-all of a sudden!?)

Laito: I’m digging in~!

Yui: I-I got it! I understand! Just wait one second!

Laito: Don’t want to~

Yui: D-don’t give me that kind of reaction…! My blood isn’t cheap! A-at least let me choose the person who gets to drink it!

Ayato: …Huh?

Yui: (I just blurted that out to stop these people.)

Reiji: I don’t like this. I don’t know how good or bad your blood is, but you’re acting as if you’re a high quality product.

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[WHEN PLAYING, ONLY LAITO, KANATO, AND AYATO’S ROUTES ARE AVAILABLE. TO OPEN SHUU, REIJI, AND SUBARU, PLAYERS MUST BEAT ONE ROUTE.]

[LAITO, KANATO, AND AYATO ROUTES OPEN VERSION]

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Subaru: This is stupid. I’m out. You guys do as you please.

Ayato: Oh! One drop-out already?

Subaru: Hmph.

Reiji: I’ll kindly pass on a woman without manners as well.

Shuu: This is ridiculous. Just hurry up and end this farce already.

[Shuu, Reiji, and Subaru leave. Kanato, Ayato, and Laito stand in front of Yui. In that exact order, from left to right.]

Laito: What’s with that attitude~? They should learn to have fun for a bit.

Ayato: Isn’t it fine like this? Now she’ll have an easier time picking as well.

Kanato: Nuisances should just disappear anyway. …If you don't choose me…

[Kanato speaks to his Teddy Bear– Aptly named ‘Teddy.’]

Teddy, are you listening? Let’s cut her up nicely, okay?

Ayato: Things have gotten interesting. It’s obvious you’re gonna choose me, right? No doubt!

Laito: Bitch-chan~ If you don’t choose me, you’ll end up regretting it later on for sure!

Yui: (...I-I said that on the spur of the moment, but who should I pick?)

[Choose Your Character Route.]

──── ౨ৎ ────

[ALL ROUTES OPEN VERSION]

──── ౨ৎ ────

Subaru: Bullshit. Isn’t that good? If she wants to choose then let her choose.

Ayato: Oh! It is unusual for Subaru to be motivated.

Subaru: Hmph.

Reiji: Hehe. That’s right. I haven’t had a woman in a while.

Kanato: If you don't choose me…

[Kanato speaks to his Teddy Bear– Aptly named ‘Teddy.’]

Teddy, are you listening? Let’s cut her up nicely, okay?

Ayato: Things have gotten interesting. It’s obvious you’re gonna choose me, right? No doubt!

Shuu: Boring. Do what you want. Just hurry up and put an end to this farce.

Laito: Bitch-chan~ If you don’t choose me, you’ll end up regretting it later on for sure!

Yui: (...I-I said that on the spur of the moment, but who should I pick?)

[Choose Your Character Route.]

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Translation Notes:

1) *Chichinashi: Chichinashi is translated to 'Breastless'. Due to a mistranslation by fans 'Pancake' is often the word used. This is also aided by the Anime's DUB, as they also use 'Pancake' in referral to that word.

2) *Bitch-chan: It doesn’t have an exact translation, however the closest we have is ‘Bitchlet.’

3) Subaru calls Laito a ‘Hormonal Bastard’ and Kanato ‘Shortie.’

4) “Reiji: For god’s sake… Can you people cut it out? No matter how calm and collected I may be, I’m starting to get irritated as well. I don’t care what you do with this person…” Reiji thinks of himself as calm and collected, even more so calculated.

5) “Kanato: We pretty much spelled it out for you. We’re a race called vampires, nothing more and nothing less.” Kanato confirms that vampires are a sub division race within the demon world (Makai.) This leads player to believe that there are more.

6) MC/Yui is much more sassier in the games than the anime, displaying her true personality. She also seems to be much more loud.

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#diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers: haunted dark bridal #diabolik lovers haunted dark bridal #diabolik lovers gameplay #shuu sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #laito sakamaki #kanato sakamaki #ayato sakamaki #subaru sakamaki

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reasonandfaithinharmony · 7 months

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Weekend WIP Game

Thank you for tagging me, @rmd-writes and @thisbuildinghasfeelings!

I know I am very late to this, but it is still technically the weekend here in the Pacific time zone, so here we go. I'll be using the questions for Artists/GIF makers. (There are also questions for writers in @welcometololaland's original post!)

Rules: List your WIPs below (if you only work on one project at a time, feel free to include future WIPs/ideas!) then answer the following questions. Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs (or more).

1. WIP List:

I am so afraid to see these all written out in a way where I can count them. [deep breath] This is a rather mixed-up list of gif sets for 911 Lone Star, Schitt's Creek, and The X-Files. Also, since they're gif sets, they don't really have titles, just nicknames:

husbands fancy dinner lizard arc kisses quotes of devotion come rain or come shine spin instructors flashbacks yes way meet the parents until i'm okay, too pile of good things best man wedding attire tk stays capable and decent unspectacular things endless act of being loved gravity of hearts simply the best reassuring head kisses he's a jungle cat wedding behind the scenes soft light/tooms/squeeze hope is messy iris/tk arc you are good and i love you

2. Which WIP is your most complex?

Oh gosh. Anything that involves coloring of more than one scene, really. That's what slows me down. And pretty much all of these fall into that category. Which is a big part of why they're not done yet.

3. Do any of your WIPs involve you using a technique/style that you haven't used before? What inspired you to try it?

Um. Possibly? I'm not far enough along to know for sure, but I think a couple of them might involve trying out a new text treatment.

4. Which WIP do you expect will take you the longest?

I am historically a very bad judge of this. Lol. There are plenty of potential obstacles in that list. I'm afraid to jinx it/make things worse by saying anything specific.

5. Which WIP are you finding the most enjoyable to create?

The "lizard arc" set has been very enjoyable to play with. And I suspect that "he's a jungle cat" will be very fun to eventually get back to.

6. Do you have a favourite character to draw/stitch/paint/depict? Are they in many of your WIP projects?

Hmmm. Not really. I mean, I certainly tend to focus on my favorite ships, but I can't really pick a favorite from that group.

7. Which WIP do you experience the most self-doubt about. Why?

All of them. Because I am self-taught and constantly second guessing absolutely everything.

8. Have any of your WIPs been struck by the curse of creator's block?

I suppose so. Although It's more lack of energy or just… utter frustration that results in a WIP getting a time out.

9. Do any of your WIPs contain characters outside the main ship? How are you finding creating those?

Yeah, definitely. There are a couple on that list that focus on other relationships.

10. What emotions are you hoping to convey through your WIPs?

It varies. Some are angsty. Some are meant to be funny. But I think, in general, they are all trying to convey love.

11. Are there any features/details you are finding challenging in your WIPs?

[gestures wildly at the lighting teams on every show, thwarting my best efforts to see what's going on]

12. Which WIP has the most complex shading/colouring?

Don't know yet. All of them. Lol. I can tell you that the "fancy dinner" set has been in time out for months now. Because of lighting and coloring.

13. Which WIP has the most complex background?

Not sure this one applies to me.

14. Which WIP do you have the highest expectations for?

Oh, I really don't know. My opinions here change all the time.

15. Do you dream about any of your WIPs?

I normally do not remember my dreams. But very recently, I dreamt that I had finished one of those sets. I was very disappointed to wake up and realize it wasn't true.

16. Do any of your WIPs have particular complexities that your other art doesn't?

Hmm, I don't think so.

17. Are any of your WIPs commissions?

No, but some of them are friendly requests or things that came about from chatting here on tumblr.

18. Do you have a character that is more difficult to draw/stitch/paint/depict? Are they in many of your WIP projects?

I'm going to go with Patrick Brewer. That boy's face just… goes nuclear bright whenever I try to brighten a scene overall. There are a lot of rather pale characters on that show, but they take pretty well to coloring/brightening. He does not.

19. Tell us one thing we don't know about one or more of your WIPs.

Um. Some items have been on that list for years. They're not abandoned, I promise. I am just not in charge of the creative process.

Since it is barely the weekend for me anymore (and no longer the weekend for many of you), please consider this an open tag!! If you'd like to play along, go for it. Even if the weekend has passed you by.

#weekend wip game #creative process #ask game #rmd-writes #thisbuildinghasfeelings #creator asks #tag game #wip #wip list

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ctl-yuejie · 8 months

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only friends ep 7

1/4

hmm...don't know how to feel about the hospital scene. felt like something was missing. no matter how drunk and drugged up rain was, sand seems a bit too chill for his own good.

wish we could have had cheurm and april waking up in bed being cute as a scene and then have mew knock at the door for emotional support.

top really isn't that clever isn't he? doesn't even consider nick as the perpetrator. however, that might fit with how little regard he has for nick as a competitor.

you know it is coming....but once again cheering for mark's acting here. neo and him really delivered this scene. interesting that boston seems to still want top...hmmm. probably the best thing for nick to be cut off by boston like this. might hurt but at least it's a clean cut.

2/4

hmmm...sand baby...really not sure whether he wasn't hurt by what ray said or if he has other things on his mind.

i actually really like how close ray and mew are and that we are getting heart-to-heart talks like this. the hand-holding was very cute.

i just love when boston raises his eyebrows like, yes, deal with me. maybe better than not meaning your apology, but i am cackling at how not sorry boston is. THE iconic scene from the trailer. perfect balance of someone could seriously drown and it looking very pathetic. particularly Boston's slap of the water in the end. love to see that cheurm (as expected) clearly is the leader of the gang.

when he yelled at nick, boston clearly knew he'd lose his friends but somehow still looked surprised when the whole group shunned him.

3/4

yes!!!! first and nick in a serious scene??? give me more. yes! you tell everyone nick, it's YOUR misguided call to make. (went into this series happy to see neo and mark in bigger roles, didn't expect to enjoy them this much). HOW is it so easy to baby Mark as Nick, he looks so sad and teary-eyed. Boston is a strong man to not hug a crying Nick despite himself. love the initial rejection of Sand hugging him quickly being won over by "please hug me, I am the most heartbroken person that has ever existed". i like that he sees Boston for who he is but also thinks he got close to Boston falling for him. maybe Boston being so hung up about Top gives him hope that that could be him (beyond trying to emulate his style, since Top is Boston's type)

fairly certain that while top might not be that much into mew, he certainly was hurt by his drawings getting burnt. i feel like it's one of the few times he made himself vulnerable by showing mew his hobby (i think there is still a struggle between him wanting to try something serious like this but uncertainty whether he want it to be with mew, or whether mew is the image of who he wants to be vulnerable with. vice versa similar projection onto top by mew in the earlier part of the series).

(again, the soundtrack is just all bangers. my week currently: ofts on saturday - sun, mo, tue, wed, thurs, fri: listening to the ost on repeat)

another unexpected combo? hmm..idk mew, not sure whether nick sees himself fully as the victim here. Ohhh, would Nick want to hurt Boston?? Ahhhh, Nick!!!! This is getting so dark.

Ahaha, I like how we can see that Mew is trying out to be "a villain". even re-using his accident with Top to deliberatedly approach someone this time. (everyone was joking about Neo single-series-ly getting to the top of the list of same-sex kisses in gmmtv, but I see Drake threw in is hat into the ring unsuspectingly). okay, Mew, let's whether you can get out of this in time. omg! he and boston really did a lot more that just what was shown in episode 1...the file is called boston69. p'jojo, please enlighten me.

4/4

ahaha, mew in his new fit is visibly so out of place in his own flat. i like seeing boston squirm. boston hasn't really much regard for himself. he is very egoistic but at the same time, his concern is about the consequences for his dad. not even the consequences for the realtionship he has with his dad. he even told nick, that he wouldn't mind it that gap hat recorded him, if it wasn't for his dad. (rotates boston in my mind for the next 24 hours)

it cannot be repeated enough how cringe top can be. and again, mew hates to be put on the spot. how has he still not understood that mew might let him into his flat to talk but will not tolerate him showing up unannounced overcompensating (possibly clear throughline to how Top's parents and everyone else around him tended to apologies to him). Wish we could have seen more of Cheurm hosing them all down before Top hit Mew.

Somehow they heard me and gave me another Mew Ray heart-to-heart? Khao is so good at making his long crush so visible whenether he is with Mew. Hmm...when will Nick realise that Mew might not have really helped his case (unless Boston approaches him to get rid of the videos for good).

(Oh god, Nick's outfit in the preview...after the kiss/marry/kill game I wait for each week to give me the episode when Sand and Nick hook up)

#only friends #only friends the series

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vicky82gargoylesfan · 1 month

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My Thoughts on X-Men 97 Episode 7 Bright Eyes

Another awesome episode, it was very heavy too. Again it has brilliant dialogue and animation. love the affects of wet hair in the rain.

Spoilers, also thought be best to put a trigger warning for grief, attempted suicide ect.

Damn! I didn't expect the episode to start with Gambit's funeral, I was not prepared for that.

I see Gambit's ex wife and his brother are there. Who's the black and white haired lady.

Nightcrawler is doing the funeral, the eulogy was beautiful.

Rogue is not at the funeral, she's gone Rogue

Oh damn! Rogue certainly trashes that secret base.

Oh cool it's Ross but not totally surprised as another Marvel character appears later.

President Kelly makes an appearance and he's being voiced by Morph's old voice actor from the original series.

I love how Cyclops has his visor round the back of his neck like headphones.

Hmm interesting, Jean has her hair down.

Nice to Amelia again.

I already knew that Captain America appears, I hope other Marvel characters appear.

Rogue confronts him, who is also looking for Gyrich. I just love that he's letting Rogue hold his shield.

OZT - Operation Zero Tolerance, I know that story.

Rogue throwing his shield was hilarious.

Hmm, are we getting a bit of Dark Beast.

Rogue found Gyrich in Mexico, she tries to absorb his memories but we only see a glimpse of Nimrod.

Cyclops and Jean find Emma Frost alive, she survived when her secondary mutation activated her diamond form.

Scott thought Madelyn might have survived but he teared up, pretty sweet of Jean consoling him then.

Roberto tells his Mum that he's a mutant but she already knew and is fine about it but wants to keep it private because money is more important.

Nightcrawler consoling Rogue was so sweet, I love that he called her his sister. Rogue wailing was so heart-breaking and I ended up in tears too.

Yikes!!!! there is actually an on screen murder happening. Bastion kills Gyrich by suffocating him.

Lol at everyone crammed in that elevator and Morph drinking that diet drink.

Oh damn!! Trask wants to end his own life.

Rogue 'killing' him was shocking, she didn't want him to end his own life because she wanted to kill him herself.

Love this shot

I know 3 of them could have saved him but they were probably in shock too.

Turns out Trask isn't dead, he turned into a prime Sentinel and took out Rogue. Hope she's ok, Nightcrawler saves her and we don't see them again

Love the team up moment between Jean and Cyclops. Jean throwing that building into the sea was awesome.

Love the Quicksilver cameo there by Morph.

Yikes!!! Prime Sentinel Trask takes out them out.

Wooo Cable!!!

Scott finds out Cable is Nathan, love the tension there.

So Sinister is working for Bastion. Does that happen in the comics I can't remember.

They find out Xavier is alive. due to getting hold of some Shi'ar technology and Lilandra is announcing her wedding engagement to Charles. So it does look like episode 6 and 7 are happening at the same time, that's probably why Storm wasn't at the funeral.

What is this song The Purple People Eater, I've never even heard it before.

Magneto is alive!!!!!! I did have a feeling he was but he is now captured by Bastion but how did he survive.

Bastion is very creepy, scary villain. That shaving scene was weird. What's he planning to do with Magneto? brainwash him, use him as a scapegoat, what? I'm so confused.

Again great episode can't wait for next weeks episode but i'm very nervous especially its the start of the 3 part final.

#x men #x men 97

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unproduciblesmackdown · 1 year

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would have too much to say that inevitably repeatedly breaking things up into tweets wouldn't be a pain but already going back like, lets check out andor episode one again in full true connoisseur mode and i'm not pressed if i make it into a proper in order rewatch, also when the bonus for me is that i'm always more likely to better keep track of names or faces or pick up on something that was supposed to be like a straightforward plot moment or whatever else, right, though i didn't have any especial problem with that. anyways i'm just already like oh this entire first sequence fucks, and i didn't really go into this that skeptically but do remember like yeah first time around it was like with this intro premise alone like ah i see this fucks then

like first of all an initial shot choice that is stylish, which tells us that there will be stylishness. fun that the couple evil [police procedural] characters are great at being pathetic zero charisma soaking creepy & wet disgusting in their own special ways, but cassian is getting rained on all the time he's cutting the plumbing line he swam here soaking wet literal treatment

things feeling figuratively and literally grounded (walking, only seeing that walkway, streetview, no soaring establishing shot to show This Isn't Your Ordinary City (scifi edition)) like, also still clear enough it's scifi but really with the Magical Realism type of approach, which i do imagine i enjoy more

the scoring is so good. BANGER of a track used when walking into the bar, also used later when dropped into the introduction of his beach getaway new life scene, brief as it is. the sexy edm style track, and it Is also like "well i mean. sure then" getting so far into this scene before it's evident like oh you're not actually here to have sex. pretty flirtatious w/this proprieter but it's like, maybe discreetly acting natural, maybe just acting naturally for real and it's just like that, we've all been there re Blend In, Follow Their Lead as a rule for operating anywhere ever, presumably relevant here, the Everyone's Wary nature of the whole series....tbt talking about jyn like yeah idk maybe her brand of wariness that's not charismaticly intense enough nor closed offedly intense enough is like, itself confusing or whatever but absolute "what's not to get or like" sense from me, and naturally cassian cropping up like it's your wary kindred spirit

anyways then having fun in there. looking at the required sexy hologram dancer like hmm they're a little space androgynous. a little space gnc af. the guys who are just immediately pissed off b/c the supposed new customer is getting preference. the delay after the proprieter lady is like Behave to them and cassian looks at her, then them. his immediate brooking no nonsense w/the two as soon as they're all hostile mode at him about all of it, at least in terms of like, not playing it utterly neutral. the It's Political times of him asking about a woman from kenari, proprieter lady going for both a) how about this other planet of origin and [names an inferred similar feature] as well as this kind of establishes already that [from kenari] can be space racially profiled, since cassian doesn't have to explicitly confirm that's where he's from too, and her inferring this is a Preference that can be catered to around physical features, and certainly once cassian's Wanted about this, the urgency around maarva & co asking who they've ever told that cassian's from kenari is sure like ah, space borders, space immigration, space [indeed the racial profiling when the soaking is he creepy or wet pathetic heinous cop pulls up an Image], the repeated like space colonialism and space indigeneity and space resource extraction that gets to come up more with [i've been in this fight since i was six years old] flashbacks....it's great like, the magical realism aspect where it's like [yeah Real Life but slight au] feeling immediately relevantly recognizable and as viscerally dramatic as you'd want, like, everyone's daily lives involving this inherent lack of safety that can turn into the stress of imminent danger on a dime. also the eventual b) asking if he's a Boyfriend or Husband like, space gender, magical realism style where it's like of course the space misogyny power disparity they'd be on the lookout for, might be vulnerable to a partner who is a space man. oh and then also the shift when he says it's his sister he's looking for, from more guarded to sympathetic when it's like, the context then isn't the woman's vulnerability being heightened if this is someone here out of like, a possessive angle, and rather that he's now not only presumably sympathetic to her as well, but potentially some of that vulnerability being extrapolated to him as well. which is not inaccurate

obsessed w/the Long Shot where cassian's getting held up by the two company sentry guys and it's him close up center frame slightly from above and just tearing it up acting while we only hear the other two for a good while until they wander in out of focus, that at first we also can't see and thus can't immediately Know they're talking to him....as well as again establishing like, yeah this is a prequel where we know our protagonist won't die no matter how [people are definitely dying] the situations are, yeah we know he's cool action guy even, but he's not operating in a story here where it's all about his protracted solo epic action sequences, he wants to avoid those, other people want to avoid those, everyone's better off operating more stealth mode if they can help it, but also that it doesn't matter to him that We know he's not gonna die, he doesn't know it, and Everyone knowing those stakes and reacting to the stress rather than being like stoic too epic to be at all fazed badasses. d luna crushing it, everyone's great but yeah sure acting as hell huh

also this time around i was just so much more noticeably affected by like oh i feel bad for this guy who's realizing his buddy who also sucks is dead and now that he's in over his head majorly life and death....everyone acting in every part is just going ham like bevy of these varied performances in varied roles and nobody dropping the ball in the least. while it's obvious too that like, feels bad for the panicky source in rogue one intro as well but cassian can't give much away then b/c he's not the protagonist and it's all very mysterious at this point. and that in addition to upping the surprise, it's presumably nonzero meant to be a kindness from him to take the time to comfort the guy before then blowing him away. whereas here the guy sees it coming and like, really brought this upon yourselves and you made this potentially life or death for cassian from the start, as he was aware, but this time it's like yeah cassian wasn't expecting that to turn into [bad luck, that headbutt killed you. and/or also the fall] and is Not so mysterious to us so can be clearly surprised and less than thrilled about things as well....but feels apropos that also w/ this intro of these two rando sentry guys from the bar who the proprietor was like yeah they're not really cops but they annoyingly like to act like it, it can be a bit more genuinely pathetic vs the Pathetic(tm) quality of the like imperial space feds characters. like oh i do feel bad for this guy and all the time he has here to plead for his life :( but doesn't feel like it's meant to be some [dun dunnn?] moment re cassian b/c it's like, tells us the stakes, tells us he's not fucking around and Will shoot someone but we've also been told he's not like here to be, or feel, badass invincible, is not unaffected by fear of death nor of having killed someone / death in general, but also Will be blowing you away if need be, also speaking to like, he's run calculations before abt like, whaddaya gonna do, what are the risks and which are you willing to take, and obviously has fought before and if he's ever killed someone before it wouldn't be surprising, some like "my god i've never done that before / now i'm out for blood, never look back" factor does not seem to be relevant. but fr was fun to be surprised by like oh i feel bad for this guy this time around lol noticeably much more than affected me the first time around. true [oops in over your head] vibes but which also then speak to like, yeah probably would've stopped pretending to be cops, just feels like yeah he's more distant from [uh oh, attention from Empire cops now] figures so it's like, ah, you bring it upon yourself but. i'm not quite sure what got me this time around lol, again i guess just more ability to focus on details and thee moment b/c i'm not like, needing to intently devote my attention to potentially following names and faces and plotlines b/c it's the opening scene here and don't get lost before things even happen. maybe it's having subtitles on where i'm all the more sure of the dialogue and him talking about "we'll go in together" has me like "there but for your fucking around, no need for this, i remember the vaguely friendly acknowledgment before your egos were bruised and you got hostile about it and escalated it to This" maybe it's even him offering a story and phrasing it like "we played too hard in hitting" when i have this like, vulnerable association lol like if anyone's upset / distressed enough And there's the immediate proximity / presence of something meant to be like, purely fun, where even talking about Playing may be enough to be like oh no lol, even when that's not really what happened. again, the acting from everyone, maybe it's just focusing all the more on that, wherein truly epic seeming distressed and miserable, maybe it also helps that we also get shots of more diego luna acting which is also to the effect of: pretty distressed and miserable, soaking wet. i dunno but i'm like hell yeah being all the more caught up in whatever.

also that this was like, oh a seeming potential thread establishment? and of course "whoops killed two guys" is indeed an established thread, the [looking for his sister] remaining latent as the setup to that inciting event and otherwise like, just something he does, characterization and [backstory thread] relevant, but only that. and yet, the way that opening scenes are generally meant to do, this whole sequence conveying plenty about how things are going to be, establishing overall contexts, thee vibe, that the soundtrack fucks, that nobody's messing around here in the least like. just as these first minutes didn't have to go so hard, so neither will the rest of the series have had to. i also didn't have to say all this or post at all but i get hype and when i have anything to say i really do. no concision. oh shit and we end with like the directional reverse of the first opening stylish shot but w/cassian in frame as well yeahh boyyee

#oh word? concision Is a word?#i know twitter is more so the place to talk about Your Damn Shows but i don't exactly do it correctly even there lmfao #like i said abt the fact having to make this some unwieldy thread over there is more so an inconvenience for Me lmao #if i said shit only b/c i thought it would be relevant to absolutely anyone. like i know ppl righteously Know this series fucks lol but #posting is about following your heart. what tf else am i about to do on my soshe accounts; or Have i been doing #so fun to have stumbled into the path of ''so true? this fucks?'' in that it sure wasn't a guarantee i went & saw rogue one. then rogue 986 #(the 985th viewing or what have you lol) then going I See re being aware this series exists; marinating; being readily talked into it if #like months later. somehow i didn't realize it came out...end of last summer??? early last fall??? not like i knew abt it ahead of time tho #thought i was a couple months behind lol but....anyways. love when either media is like oh nice i loved Or hated that in such a way that it #is then the enrichment of ''i could be giving a running [emphatic pointing at laptop continuous talking] commentary constantly here'' lol #anyways when the post exists already like aaaand send. what with it being me i'm certain i could've finished the ep while writing this lmao #the path of A Lot To Say The Hype Drive To Say It The Concision That's Not An Option the Posts Were Always Gonna Be Talking To Yourself And #If That's Relevant To Anyone As Collateral Bennies Then That's Fun But If It's Irrelevant To Everyone Then That Is Life #cinema!!! and it's tv. i'm just so like Yeah the ''this is going to fuck'' is really successfully contained in these initial scenes huh.#i keep calling it a bar(tm) but it's not pretending to not obv be a brothel that also technically sure is a bar #but it just feels kind of either awkwardly technical or [ofc the cops are the ones adding more confirmation calling it a Brothel] lol like.#andor

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nightofnyx8 · 2 years

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I'll play the emoji game. Here are my questions: 🛒 🎶 🌞💖 💌

Hi friend! Thank you for the ask! Really looking forward to your next update soon on that wonderful angsty fic of yours! ❤

🛒What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

Hmm, imagery is a pretty big one for me. One of my dear friends called my writing "cinematic," and it's always kind of stuck with me. I have such a clear picture in my head when I write, and I want my readers to see as much as it as possbile without being overbearing.

My favorite type of fics to write are along the hurt/comfort line. The wonderful thing about good angst is that it makes the sweeter moments all the more special. I'm also fond of AUs, but I have to be in the right mood to write one :)

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

I do! In fact, music inspires a lot of fic ideas for me! I often listen to soundtracks when I write, and the one that's been on repeat lately is the soundtrack to A Series of Unfortunate Events with Thomas Newman as the composer. Some of my favorites on that track are The Baudelaire Orphans and The Letter That Never Came.

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

Ahh, my schedule is so crazy that I often just write whenever I can find the time to squeeze it in. I have more time in the summers, but that's a teacher's life for ya. Although I will say my favorite times to write is when it's raining outside. Nothing calms down my mind more than hearing the rain pattering against my desk window.

💖 What made you start writing?

Hmm, I wrote some fanfiction when I was 13, but it was mostly because I loved to read. Even now, I find the best way to get over my writer's block is to pick up one of my favorite books. I like analyzing how different authors write, with their prose and characterization and imagery. In fact, All the Things We Cannot Say happened because I read the Great Gatsby for the first time in years, and I found the writing style to be so beautiful that I wanted to try my own hand at it.

💌 How do you feel about comments and feedback?

I love them! Nothing brightens my day than to see that someone not only read my little old fic, but left their own thoughts on it! And for someone to quote their favorite lines from the fic? Boom, instant friend. Of course, I'm very lucky as the comments I've gotten have all been very kind, but I'm certainly not opposed to feedback. That being said, a lot of that happens in the editing stage, where I have some mutual friends who can give me some good honest feedback.

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#thanks for the ask!#hope you're doing well!#asks

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aschlindartroom · 2 years

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OH ALSO, Eart, Lightning, Rain, Ice! hehe <3

@tryingtimi, I'm catching up on my asks, babeeey.

What do you think is the foundation of your WIP?

Hmm... honestly, I'm not really sure what this question is referring to. The thematic foundation? Inspirational foundation? I'll go with the first one.

A lot of my writing experience is in literary fiction and creative non-fiction, genres that I glommed onto in my youth because I was interested in what made people tick. Now that I'm an adult, regardless of the genre, I prefer to tell human stories... that is, narratives about emotional and psychological struggle.

I like to think of the Second Serpent series as a human story with a sci-fi/dystopian backdrop. The setting presents its own issues, but the major conflicts are interpersonal in nature. How does inherited and childhood trauma affect our relationships? How do people choose to care for one another in a world that almost ended? How does one find courage? How does one overcome fear? These are the important questions. Everything else is set dressing.

What’s the most shocking plot twist you’ve ever come up with?

This is such spoiler territory because it will happen in Book II, so I can't say. But ya'll... I'm so fucking excited to get there and see how people react.

Planting the seeds for the twist in the first book has been some real big fun, I'll tell you what.

Have you ever made yourself cry with your own writing? If so, what was it?

I'm not really a cryer, so I don't think I ever have. I've certainly made myself sad.

What do you always get stuck on when writing?

Oh god, I've sort of answered this before, but it's always the goddamn "connective tissue"-- that stuff between scenes and all the cool plot points that needs to get written because A needs to connect with B.

I follow the dopamine and write all the cool stuff first, so writing that connective tissue ends up being a TOTAL CHORE.

#aschlind answers #writeblr #writers of tumblr #writing community #second serpent #bird and fish #second serpent wip #bird and fish wip #second serpent asks

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lunamidnight · 6 months

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November 28th

Fanfiction/Original Fiction

First created: Jan 2015

Last updated: Feb 2019

General Premise: This old post series story with a male Vriska so gender-bent but only them

Other notes: I did intend on it being a ship story but never continued it.

In a very long explanation turned short, within the new universe on a planet very similar to both earth and alternia,was a city that resembled many of earth old cities, such as new york or even brooklyn. In this city lived one certain troll male by the name of, vriska serket. It’s currently late evening time as he walked a familiar sidewalk to his home, clouds darkening in the sky made him frown at the prospect of incoming rain.

Soon He was almost a block away from his home,no rain had yet to fall, but a loud commotion down a nearby alleyway caught the spider troll’s attention. He went forward into the alley and stepped to the side of an old dumpster to get a better look.

Within the commotion was another troll, a certain cat girl troll by the name Nepeta Leijon. she was surrounded by a half a dozen, big and buff male humans. Two of which had her held by one arm each, while three others were cheering on their obvious leader.”come on, pretty kitty, why don’t you give daddy another one of those cute little cat puns hmm?”the leader asked the frightened troll in a sickly sweet voice as he went to stroke her face.

Nepeta responded by kicking him in the ribs to get him away from her. he growled when he regained his balance and slapped her across the face.”you’ll learn to never do that again you fucking kitty bitch.”he snarled bringing his hand back to hit her.

Before he could however a brick hit him in the side of the head causing him to hit the ground, knocked out. the remaining five looked around confused and shock until their eyes landed on vriska, who was casually leaning on a wall.”who the hell are you?”one snapped.”did you throw that brick?” another asked stupidly. vriska smiled wickedly showing one of his “spider fangs” as he’d grown to call them.”oh no that was the guy who booked it out of here, didn’t you see him?” vriska asked with a small hint of sarcasm.

Nepeta by now saw that it was vriska and craned her neck to see what was going on better.on of the guys holding her noticed”hey mac,i think the girl knows him, there both troll’s so no doubt”the guy to her left stated making her frown at being noticed.”well then, do you know this girl?, because if you do, i can guarantee that you’ll have trouble.”the first guy asked.

Vriska shrugged nonchalantly. “oh yeah, i know her. i can’t deny that much, i certainly know that she can bite”vriska replied just before a scream of pain sounded out by a “ow she bit me”. nepeta jumped back away from the pair as best she could, before the one she didn’t bite came after her.

However before him or any of the remaining fools could do anything to get her, each one fell to the floor fast asleep. vriska let out a laugh as nepeta surveyed the scene in momentarily confused, before looking up at him.”been awhile since i had to use my powers”vriska mused before looking at her with a smirk.”i didn’t expect to see you”nepeta said a bit surprised.”oh is that a way to thank me for saving your tail?”vriska asked with obvious fake pout. Nepeta let herself smile a bit”nice to see you too vriskers, and thank you fur saving me”she replied just before a raindrop hit her nose making her squeak in surprise.

Vriska looked up at the sky and sighed”come here, my house isn’t that far from here”vriska called starting his way out of the alley. nepeta quickly followed him and lifted her familiar green coat over her head as they hurried towards vriska’s home.

#writing #writing ideas #nanowrimo #national novel writing month #homestuck #nepeta leijon #vriska serket #genderbend

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missymurphy1985 · 3 years

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Finally

Cillian Murphy One Shot

Warning - Smut / sexual tension / fingering

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The car pulled up outside the venue - the premiere for your latest movie, your first as lead director. The crowds were going wild, cameras flashing, the media waiting for their interviews. You hated these things, but not as much as the star of your film did.

You'd written the script with him in mind - you needed an actor who could easily slip from charming to psycho in the blink of an eye. After watching him in the likes of Peaky Blinders and Red Eye, he was the perfect man for the role, and thankfully he accepted the offer. The fact it was an independent Irish film was a definite draw for him and his character was certainly full of contradictions. He was on board days after sending him the script.

Cillian Murphy was already on the red carpet, smiling for the cameras after signing autographs for fans. He smiled seeing you walk towards him and he enveloped you in a huge hug, kissing your cheek.

"You've finally taken that wedding ring off?" You whispered out of earshot of the crowds. His divorce had been finalised during filming.

"Time to move on, don't you think?" He whispered back, you couldn't help but feel a shiver down your spine as his warm breath fluttered against the sensitive skin on your neck. The pair of you had flirted incessantly behind the scenes but ever the professionals, neither of you had acted upon it during filming. Both of you focussed on the job at hand. You'd even ended up staying in a separate hotel to resist the temptation to creep into his hotel room every night.

Now though.. filming was over. He had more than fulfilled your professional desires, now he just needed to fulfil your personal ones...

Interviews done, movie watched, it was after-party time. To your surprise, he had stayed - he had said over text that he wouldn't, but there he was at the bar, champagne in hand talking to his costar, Emily, and her husband. He saw you approaching and grinned, Emily giving you a hug as the four of you chatted about the roles they'd played, including some rather intimate scenes.

"I bet these get easier the more you do Cillian?" You asked.

"I've not done that many," he laughed.

"You're certainly good at them though," you smiled. You didn't notice Emily nudge her husband and drag him away.

"I'm good at a lot of things, y/n."

"Hmm. All talk Mr Murphy?" He took his champagne glass and slowly drew a finger around the rim of it, moving his body a few inches closer to yours.

"You could have found out for yourself by now if you weren't such a consummate professional." You couldn't help but watch as his finger moved over the glass, he chuckled a little and walked away. The low tone of his voice was sending your core into overdrive. Quickly clearing your throat, you shook it away before grabbing a glass of champagne off a passing waiter and taking a large gulp.

You were talking to the assistant director, Cillian stood behind you with his back to yours, later that evening when you felt him step backwards, his back now pressed against yours, a hand sneaking round and brushing ever so gently over your lower back, and his thick Irish brogue whispered just loud enough for you to hear...

"My hands running down your body, I need it..." your knees almost buckled but you held eye contact with your coworker and kept your game face on as much as possible, despite the deep throbbing you could feel between your legs as his fingers began to almost tickle against your lower spine. The way his fingers sent bolts of electricity down into your core was exhilarating, but in a matter of seconds it was gone. You glanced round, he wasn't there.

Eye contact across the room.

Small winks from him.

His eyes cascading down your figure.

He'd walk past you and his fingers would brush across your ass, or he'd whisper something completely inappropriate each time he came close enough.

"You're so distracting in that dress, you know that?"

"You'll look so good grinding against me while I'm buried deep inside you later."

"I could bend you over this bar right now and there's not a damn thing you could do about it."

"I'm going to get addicted to the feeling of you underneath me."

He was trying to kill you. You were sure of it. Your heart was racing, your core was throbbing, you were desperate for some kind of release.

You saw him at the bar again, this time he was alone. Standing next to him, you leaned in and whispered in his ear.

"Someone looks a little... Flushed."

"Come with me."

"Still giving me orders?"

"Now, Murphy..." You walked away, heading towards the foyer. You knew he was following you, you could sense it. Heading out to the empty foyer, you had a quick glance around and confirmed no one was here. Opening the door to the auditorium the film had been shown in earlier, you moved to the back row. Cliche. Cheesy. You didn't care. Within seconds he was on you - his chest against your back, hitching your dress up enough to get to your inner thighs.

"What's the matter baby, can't hold it together until later?"

"Cillian please...." You begged, desperate for release. His fingers eased under the hem of your panties as you arched your body into him, grinding against the erection that was throbbing against your back.

His fingers eased over your folds, his lips attacking your neck as his left arm reached around and held your waist in place. His right hand had found your soaked core, running small circles over your clit.

"Does that feel good?" He whispered in your ear, your hips rocking against his fingers. You knew this wouldn't take long after his relentless teasing all night.

"Fuck yes... Don't stop.."

"So fucking wet for me.. this what you needed huh?"

"Oh god yes... Please Cillian..."

"Please what baby, what do you need...."

"To cum, I need to cum..."

"Dirty girl getting fingered in the back of a movie theater, begging me to let her cum..."

"Mhmm... Oh god please..."

"No one's stopping you... Cum for me, make a mess on my fingers, give me that sweet orgasm..."

Your knees buckled, you were suddenly grateful for his arm holding you up as you came over his hand with a deep but quiet groan so as not to alert anyone.

"Good girl, that's it... Fuck that feels good..." He gave a deep groan himself as he pushed two fingers into you, feeling your walls clamp them as your orgasm washed over you.

He withdrew his fingers, licked them clean with a smile and kissed your cheek.

"That should tide you over until my hotel room later."

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Within seconds of being in his room, he sat on one the sofa and pulled you onto his lap, your dress pulled over your head, a thigh either side of him as his pulsing erection burned into your core. He took your face in his hands and held you still, his eyes burning into yours.

"I planned to take this slowly, I really did, but I need to be inside you, right fucking now."

"Then you better get inside me, hadn't you?" With one hard stroke, your underwear was ripped from you, and his suit trousers quickly pushed down past his knees. You felt him line himself up against you, and his hands moved to your hips. With one strong thrust he was in, both of you emitting a deep guttural groan at the sensation you'd been desperate for for months.

"Holy shit..." You gasped, his cock thick and deep, pressing against your cervix. He gently rocked your hips back and forth allowing you to adjust. Your forehead pressed against his as you closed your eyes and relaxed your walls, the initial pain quickly being replaced by a pleasurable warmth running through your entire body.

"So warm.. so wet.. so tight.." he whispered, pulsing his cock deep inside you. Once he'd felt your walls relax he allowed you control.

"Ride me..." He ordered, and you dutifully complied. Leaning back on his knees you began to grind and bounce, finding a rhythm that worked for both of you. Once you found it, there was no holding back.

"So deep, fuck you're so deep!" You cried, losing all focus as your orgasm began to build. His hands grabbed at your breasts, rolling the nipples under his fingers and thumbs, groping the swollen flesh and enjoying watching you ride his cock harder.

"Cum on my cock baby, that's it... Let me feel you grip me..." He watched his cock disappear inside you, your hips now grinding hard as you chased your high.

"I'm cumming, Cill... Cillian..." You gasped as you flooded him, your orgasm hitting you hard, your hips stilling as it overpowered you, he took a deep breath to stop himself spilling into you. You felt your body be carried over to the bed, he lay you down as he removed his shirt and tie, his trousers kicked off.

He eased himself slowly back inside you, leaning down to capture your lips in his.

"I've made you scream twice and I haven't even kissed you yet..."

Your tongues met, the passion evident by the way they clashed together. The moans you swallowed from each other as he began to move, thrusting powerfully into you.

"Come on Murphy, I know you can do better than that..." You grinned, rutting your hips up to meet his thrusts. He looked down at where your bodies were joined, lifting his chest off yours, pistoning his hips into you.

"You like it rough?" His eyes met yours, a sudden darkness to them you'd not seen before.

"Mhmm..."

"How rough?" He gave you one hard thrust deep, his cock bouncing off your cervix. You couldn't stop your back arching, your nails digging into the flesh of his biceps. A second, more intense thrust had you screaming his name.

"Jesus.." he groaned as your walls gripped him tight with each thrust, they were coming hard and fast now, his eyes on yours for every single one.

"Keep looking at me... Ah... Oh fuck keep looking at me while you cum again, oh Jesus..." He hooked one of your legs over his elbow, allowing him a deeper thrust inside you that you didn't think was possible until then. His cock hitting you directly where you needed him, your whole body tensing as you started to cum...

"That's it, that's it, I've got you, let me feel it..." He was panting now, looking straight into your eyes as you shuddering, coming undone underneath him.

"Fill me, cum for me Cillian, give me everything..." You screamed through your orgasm, his body suddenly becoming still as he emptied himself deep inside you, a deep roar leaving his mouth, coming to his peak with breathy little gasps as the last of his seed flowed inside you.

"I can feel it inside me, don't pull out yet, it feels good," you smiled, clenching your walls to milk him dry, little gasps leaving him from the overstimulation.

"You're on birth control, right?" He asked suddenly, making you laugh.

"I have the coil. I'm surprised you couldn't feel it, you might have dislodged it after that..." He wriggled around a little.

"No, it's there. I can feel it." He sighed, a little relieved.

His cock slipped out of you, as he rolled over to your side and pulled the duvet around you both.

"Don't for a second think I'm done with you yet.." he whispered, nuzzling into your neck as you rested your back against his chest, his arms round you, his hands already roaming over your body. You could feel yourself getting more aroused as his fingers kneaded against your breasts, his cock twitching against your lower back.

"I'm going to fuck you against that wall over there. Then you're going to ride me on the couch again. I'm gonna fuck you in the shower tomorrow morning.. in my car on the way to your place..."

"More..." You pleaded, loving the sound of his voice in your ear.

"I'll have your legs shaking in every single room..."

He lifted your leg and you felt him enter you again from behind, setting a slow pace as he thrust in and out, bringing a hand down to rub your clit gently.

"This is just the beginning of me making up for lost time baby, brace yourself because you're not going to be able to walk straight by the time I'm done with you..."

#cillian x fem!reader #cillian smut #cillian murphy x smut #cillian x smut #cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader

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anonymousbeefriendfanfics · 2 years

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We need a Last Legacy MC late night baking session, where they can’t sleep, and Sage walking in and “helping” 😆

Mm, you've already seen this, dear sister, and I promise you I will properly write this fic at some point, but... I was re-visiting the notes I wrote when we first had this idea and realized how funny it actually was, so I figured everyone deserved to see it :o

Sage "helping" a Stress-Baking MC

You're understandably stressed after all of the, well, everything, so late one night you end up in the kitchen making enough treats to feed an army.

You're on your third batch of snacks when Sage is woken by the scent (maybe you burned one on accident?) and follows his nose to the kitchen. He has no clue what you're doing, or how to help, but he's not resting until you do.

Characteristically, that's the first thing he suggests, playfully trying to seduce you to bed. You just toss a burnt muffin at his head, rather surprised when he catches it in his mouth and eats it. Well, it's Sage, what did you expect?

The next thing Sage tries is suggesting you two take a walk, something that might be rather nice were it not pouring rain. He continues throwing out ideas, which grow more and more outlandish by the minute. You could go to the nearest tavern, he suggests- after all, that's what he does when he's stressed or can't sleep. Nothin' like getting into a drunken bar fight or three to work out your stress! But you shoot that down, too. Hmm.

Well, alright, what about metalworking? That's what Tulsi always does when she gets stressed. Something about repeatedly whacking something on an anvil really relieves the tension, and if she's still annoyed afterwards, she has a weapon she can use on whoever got her that ticked. Sage would know. He's inspired the creation of countless weapons, and been the first to... "test" them, shall we say. But you don't have the skill or the supplies, you remind him.

Before he can suggest anything else dumb, you inform him that you learned a long time ago that baking is what helps you unwind, so he offers to help. Unfortunately, you agree.

Sage has never baked before. You have to show him how. It's not long before he's covered in flour. You think the worst is over once everything is in the bowl, and you get a few minutes of peace while he mixes the ingredients... until he inexplicably manages to make the dough explode, coating him and a good portion of the kitchen in blobs of cookie dough.

While you make a valiant attempt not to laugh, Sage spends the next fifteen minutes cleaning up the mess he made. By eating all the raw cookie dough. You tell him how ill-advised that is, but he doesn't seem to care. Look, if he can survive charcoaled rats and lizard jerky, he'll be fine. Each time you yell at him to stop, he just gets better at doing it stealthily.

After that catastrophe, he's banned from doing any actual baking, so you just have him fetching ingredients and whatever else you need. That ends after you go to put the cookie dough on the baking sheet, and realize that Sage has eaten nearly half of the treats you've already made while you weren't looking.

Getting mildly exasperated, you tell him to either sit still and keep you company, or leave you to bake in peace. Well, he certainly can't have that, so he settles across from you at the kitchen island where you can keep an eye on him. For the next hour or so, while the cookies bake and you start on another batch of treats, he entertains you with an endless array of ridiculous stories.

With your next batch in the oven, you have to make a trip to the pantry to gather more supplies, and when you return, Sage is fast asleep. Every time you get up, you place another burnt muffin from earlier on him, seeing how many you can stack until he wakes up. Spoiler alert: it's all of them.

At some point Felix ends up coming downstairs for a midnight- er, four am- snack, having fallen asleep reading again. He stares in shock at the scene he finds, unsure what to make of it. You flash him a grin and gesture at the finished treats, and he cautiously selects a few before retreating, deciding he doesn't want to know.

When Sage finally wakes, it's to the smell of smoke. He jolts upright, sending the small mountain of muffins to the floor. You did get worn out after all, from all the baking and dealing with his antics, and you fell asleep at the kitchen island waiting for your latest batch of cookies to finish baking. They did. And then continued cooking. Oops.

He rescues the hockey pucks from the oven, probably just chucks the whole tray outside to be dealt with tomorrow. With that, he decides it's well past time you got some decent sleep, so he picks you up and carries you off to bed, joining you after you sleepily tug on his sleeve and mumble something about cuddles.

Anisa, who slept through the whole thing, decided to make breakfast the next morning, and comes into the sheer disaster of a kitchen. Dough-caked bowls, various ingredients, and baking supplies litter the counters. Various batches of half-eaten treats line cooling racks, and there are burnt muffins scattered across the floor. She stares at the scene for a few moments before deciding it's too early for this, and she simply helps herself to a few treats and walks away.

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kym2020 · 2 years

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Shuffle × The Numbing Noir Neige

Fonte des Neiges chapter 2

Mayoi Ayase

....wa, am I...?

Kohaku Oukawa

[Hardy, I wonder why! Please answer!]

<Slam!>

Kohaku Oukawa

[Oops! The wind blown the door...!]

[That's right. The door of the church doesn't move at all! Was it a trap!?]

Mayoi Ayase

[Ufufu, Ufufufufu...]

[He was caught in a different way, and now he's scared of my talent!]

[Even if you say that the door is iced, you wouldn't believe it, but nature is sometimes beyond human intelligence, isn't it?]

Kohaku Oukawa

[Who are you!?]

Mayoi Ayase

[Ufufufufu. Revealing the true identity is prohibited by the rules, isn't it?]

[Suddenly, am I like a collector?]

[Come on! Let's make you one of my collection!]

[Are you ready...]

Kohaku Oukawa

…Ho. What is this scene we were shooting earlier?

It's interesting to see the VTR taken in this way, but it feels strange to have me next to him.

Mayoi-han, how did you shoot this scene?

Mayoi Ayase

....wa, am I...?

Well, that's right. It's really embarrassing to see your own acting in the screen!

Kohaku Oukawa

Even if he's so shy. Mayoi-han is brilliantly playing the "Grim Reaper of Frozen"

Mayoi Ayase

That fact is embarrassing ...!

Rei Sakuma

Both of you had a hard time.

Kohaku Oukawa

Rei-han. Where did you go?

Rei Sakuma

I just received an explanation from the staff about the changed schedule.

Apparently, today's shooting of Oukawa-kun and Ayase-kun seems to be over after the current scene.

The bus will pick you up after a while, so keep warm over the stove for a while.

If the *actors caught **cold, the shooting will be postponed, right?

[T/N: *Rei said performers but actors are more suited, **was translated as fever but change it to cold since it's more accurate]

Mayoi Ayase

Wa, Yes. Thank you......!

Rei Sakuma

Also, there seems to be cup noodles in the staff's belongings, so if you're hungry, feel free to eat some.

I was just boiling water on the stove, so please use it when it's done.

Kohaku Oukawa

Keep warm. Well then, you should have too.

Anyway, I'd like you to talk to Ritsu-han with your own feet.

Ha. I don't know what happened.

Rei Sakuma

Hmm...I think it's better to do that

...........

Mayoi Ayase

Oh yeah. May I have cup noodles too?

I'm sorry. I'm not so hungry. I'm just afraid of the awkward silence.

Kohaku Oukawa

【La Mort】 is a lonely world, so this kind of enthusiastic feeling fits in well. I'm just awkward when the air at the site is bad.

*choo. Geez. It's getting colder at night

[T/N: *he's sneezing btw]

… It looks like you've entered the world of 【La Mort】 because there is a lot of snow outside the window.

Mayoi Ayase

It's beautiful as you saw it, but it seems that this situation will affect tomorrow's shooting ………?

Kohaku Oukawa

Rei-han. What will happen to the shooting if it snows heavily?

I heard from HIMERU that the production changed due to heavy rain in the previous movie shooting.

Rei Sakuma

If that's the case, don't worry. Based on what happend at 【Midnight BUTLERS】, I'm preparing a spare day this time.

Mayoi Ayase

Oh yeah. I also have a question―

It seems that the bus will come to pick us up from now on. The bus has always been waiting at the studio, right?

Did it have any trouble since it didn't come yet? For example, the road is closed due to snow...

H~u, I'm sorry to suddenly talk about this. Apparently I think negatively. Do you say it's safer to know about the situation?

Rei Sakuma

However, it seems that the arrival of the bus will be delayed a little due to snow. Nonetheless, there should be no noticeable accidents and they should come sooner.

Mayoi Ayase

Thank you. Well then, I'll wait a little longer then.

Rei Sakuma

Um. Good to do so.

I wonder if I'm going to call Ritsu. It's awkward, but the staff has asked me to call him.

Certainly, in response to the *NG of the previous scene, he said that he wanted to practice alone.

[T/N: * means No good or failed scenes in movies, I didn't clarify what this was last time here]

Ran-kun is also here, so it may be that he and Ritsu are practicing together.

Nagisa Ran

......Sakuma-kun. I have a question.

Rei Sakuma

Oh. You came out from the back of the church. I wonder if he was there in such a place, Ran-kun.

Do you have anything to ask me about the shooting?

Nagisa Ran

...No. That's not it.

... I wonder if it's the right time to tell your reason why you are ignoring Ritsu-kun.

Rei Sakuma

hmm……? Why is it a strange question?

Well good. I intended to keep my mouth shut until the shooting was over. But I can't bother anyone anymore. Let's talk loosely.

I thought I will be the enemy of Ritsu

Mayoi Ayase

E...nemy...?

Rei Sakuma

Um. Ritsu has always hated being called "Rei Sakuma's younger brother"

Recently, in an article summarizing in the variety shows that he co-starred with, he was called as "Sakuma's younger brother".

An entertainment magazine was thrown into the trash can in his room, but from before, he was compared with me every time I co-starred with him.

I knew that, so when I was asked to audition, I got the same role as Ritsu.

If two people line up, they will be exposed to scandals, but I just wanted to avoid that...

However, my prospectus was far off. Ritsu won his role in the audition, but instead I was the main star.

I wasn't sure if I would decline it, but I couldn't bother the young lady who created the 『shuffle project』 and the movie staff.

Then, at least as a role that conflicts with me, I want him to hate me.

I wanted Ritsu to play his role from the bottom of his heart, to be the threat at that leading actor "Rei Sakuma".

By doing so, Ritsu will be able to escape from the curse…I thought so

Nagisa Ran

...... I see. That was the situation

When it comes to your important younger brother, you slow down your judgment. You have a lot of influence, but you're not aware of it.

... It's like the "Grim Reaper of Condemnation" in front of the half-reaper boy.

Rei Sakuma

? What do you mean...?

Nagisa Ran

... I was looking for the figure of Ritsu-kun. He wasn't inside this church.

…This wind will soon turn to a snowstorm. Still, "Are you going to continue to leave your younger brother?"

Rei Sakuma

What? No way, Ritsu is outside in this snow...!?

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contemplativepancakes · 3 years

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enough to drive a man mad

~7k geraskier fake dating, because that is what this fandom needs. read on ao3 here!

Jaskier smells anxious. He reeked of apprehension all of yesterday, not to mention the fact that he hasn’t been able to sit still or stop tapping his foot on the wooden floorboards this morning.

It’s grating on Geralt’s last nerve.

“What, Jaskier?” he finally growls.

Jaskier jumps, almost falling out of his chair from where he sits tapping his quill idly in his notebook.

“What?”

“What has you so worked up?”

Jaskier looks Geralt in the eyes before glancing away again. He clears his throat. “Nothing.”

Geralt grunts.

“Oh, don’t sound so unconvinced,” Jaskier complains.

Geralt rolls his eyes, turning his back to Jaskier to finish settling all of his things into his pack. He wraps the glass jars carefully and tucks them between Jaskier’s shirts, so they don’t break. “If nothing is wrong, you’re ready to go then, right?”

Jaskier grumbles, but he tucks his notebook away and gets to his feet.

They make it about three hours before Jaskier finally broaches the subject.

“So, Geralt,” he starts. “Dear friend of mine.”

Geralt doesn’t even bother to look back at him. Nothing good can come with this as a conversation starter.

“Have I ever told you about my parents?”

“No.”

Jaskier sighs. “I suppose not. Well, they’ve written to me. They want me to visit.”

Geralt thinks back to the letter an innkeeper had handed to Jaskier a few weeks ago, the one that made him eerily quiet the rest of the night and that he had clammed up about when Geralt questioned him. Jaskier was perky and practically completely back to normal the next morning, so Geralt had almost forgotten about it. Apparently, Jaskier had not done the same.

“Hmm.”

“Yes, yes, I know. Dreadfully inconvenient for you. What will you do without your loyal companion?”

Geralt frowns. He hadn’t even thought about that, just registered the smell of unhappiness coming off of Jaskier at the thought of his parents. Jaskier is rather helpful, though. He’s never afraid to step in the middle of pay negotiations, inevitably getting Geralt more coin, and he’s certain Jaskier has stopped them from getting kicked out of at least three towns after Geralt had stumbled back to the inn covered in viscera.

“Do you want to visit them?”

Jaskier trips over his feet, and Geralt dutifully looks away, pretending not to have noticed. “Not particularly. But I have to.”

Geralt won’t pretend to understand how a typical human family works, so he just accepts Jaskier’s words at face value. He’s never felt obliged to return to Kaer Morhen every winter; it’s something he looks forward to—to seeing his patchwork family. But Jaskier deliberately never speaks of his family, and gets twitchy every time anyone brings them up, so Geralt had accepted it as one of Jaskier’s many quirks and moved on.

“Hmm. Well, I can travel with you there, at least. I’m sure there will be contracts in the area somewhere.”

Jaskier flushes red. “I was...I was actually hoping you would come with me.”

“What? I’m sure that’s not what your parents had in mind when they wanted you to visit. They wouldn’t want to meet me .”

“Well, they said it’s unbecoming for someone of my age to be a bachelor. And, so I. I, um.” Jaskier scratches the back of his neck. “I told them I wasn’t. And I maybe sort of perhaps insinuated we were together.”

Geralt can feel a stress headache brewing.

Marilla looks down at the letter in shock.

Dear Mother,

I fear I am not quite as much of a bachelor as you suppose. Have you heard any of my songs? I have gone and fallen head first into my muse. Typical, foolish me, but I’ve never been happier. We’ll visit soon.

Julian

She doesn’t like to think about Julian’s songs, about how he couldn’t even keep the name she had given him. She thrusts the letter to her husband. “He’s coming to visit,” she says in disbelief. “When’s the last time we saw him?”

Ethbert considers this as he reads the letter. “At least five years.”

“And I can’t believe he hasn’t spoken of this ‘muse’ any sooner. I’m not sure I believe him.”

Ethbert gave Marilla a placating smile. “He’s probably just ashamed he hasn’t found himself a wife yet. We’ll find out when he comes, doubtless with an excuse about where his beloved is.”

Marilla sniffs. “You’re right.”

Nell looks down at the scene in the kitchen with wide eyes from her spot crouched down between the banisters at the top of the stairs. Her brother? With a wife? She could scarcely imagine it. She thinks back to the last time Julian was here, the way he had boasted to her about his conquests for hours, away from the prying ears of their parents.

Well, surely if he had someone, he’d have talked about her in his songs. She resolves to get her hands on some of his music. She’ll solve this mystery before Julian even gets here.

“The first thing to know is that they’re awful,” Jaskier says, ticking down one of his fingers as he walks along beside Roach, seemingly uncaring of the dust that’s drifting up from her hooves and onto his doublet. “Well, except for my sister. Be nice to my sister, please, Geralt.”

“I’m nice to everyone.”

Jaskier stifles a laugh. “Mm. Be extra nice to her, then.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

“You need to loosen up, too. They’re never going to think we’re together when you look all...constipated like that.”

Geralt huffs.

“You’re lucky opposites attract,” Jaskier says, before dragging a hand down his face. “This is never going to work, is it?”

Nell squints at the lyrics spread out before her. This doesn’t sound very romantic to her at all. Maybe a breakup song? She’ll destroy with her sweet kiss , Nell hums. She can’t help but notice there’s three different people the song is talking about, though. Odd. She shakes her head and moves onto the next song.

This one is just a ditty, so Nell turns the page to see a song about the witcher Jaskier travels with. And then another, and another. Is he all Julian writes about? She expected to see love songs, not this nonsense. She goes through more of his catalogue, briefly regretting spending her allowance on the songbook, but she supposes it supports her brother, after all.

She’ll just have to see what she can wheedle out of him while he’s here.

Finally, after flipping through no less than four more songs about the witcher, she lands on one titled “The Eternal Flame.”

Interesting.

Around your house, now white from frost

Sparkles ice on pond and marsh

Your longing eyes grieve what is lost

But naught can change this parting harsh

Spring will return, on the road the rain will fall

Hearts will be warmed by the heat of the sun

It must be thus, for fire still smolders in us all

An eternal fire, hope for each one

There, Nell can read some romance in. She rubs the ends of her hair together in thought. This one song certainly isn’t enough proof that Julian has actually found a wife. More like he’s still pining over some old flame. It doesn’t seem like he’s written very many good love songs at all.

Nell rolls her eyes, thinking back to all the raunchy songs in his catalogue. Typical.

There’s the squeak of the door opening downstairs, and Nell hastily slams the book shut and hides it under her mattress. She doesn’t want Julian seeing and getting a bigger head, after all.

She straightens her dress and runs down the steps, eager to see if Julian’s by himself, which is her guess. She comes to a skidding halt when she sees who is with him.

Oh.

She supposes he does write love songs, after all.

Geralt shifts uncomfortably from the scrutiny Jaskier’s family is giving him. He wraps an arm around Jaskier’s shoulder, hoping he doesn’t look as awkward as he feels. He looks over to Jaskier for help, and Jaskier shrugs off his arm and takes Geralt by the hand, leading him forward to meet them.

“Mother, Father, this is Geralt. Nell, this is a very large, scary witcher who will eat you up if you don’t behave.”

Geralt frowns. He thought Jaskier told him to be extra nice to his sister?

Nell laughs, a delightful, tinkling thing that reminds him of Jaskier’s. “He’s going to like me better than you by the time he leaves.”

Geralt looks back to Jaskier, only to see him sticking his tongue out at her. Right. Their relationship is definitely more antagonistic than Jaskier had prepared him for, so Geralt is glad he had Lambert to prepare him for these things.

He’s not sure his interactions with Lambert would be appropriate to apply to Jaskier’s sister, though, so Geralt will let Jaskier handle the ribbing.

“Nice to meet you,” Geralt finally says. “Jaskier’s told me a lot about you.”

Which, of course, is a lie, but Geralt knows that’s the polite thing to say.

“He’s never even mentioned me, has he?”

When Geralt waffles, Nell sniffs dramatically and casts Jaskier a betrayed look.

Jaskier shoots that look right back to Geralt, and Geralt is so impossibly out of his depth right now. “Hmm.”

“Now look what you’ve done, you’ve made him regret agreeing to meet you in the first place!” Jaskier cries.

“That’s quite enough, Julian,” Jaskier’s mother cuts in, and—Julian?

He shoots Jaskier a puzzled look. Obviously, there was a little more he should have told Geralt before they came here.

“Well, I’m afraid we are absolutely knackered; we’ve been riding all day. I’m going to head upstairs…”

Geralt shoots him a look.

“I mean, we are going to head out to the stables and make sure that Geralt’s very polite mare is taken care of.”

“We have someone—”

“No, no, Geralt is very picky about who cares for his horse.”

With that, Jaskier drags Geralt out of the house and to the barn. “I thought the goal was for them to like me?” Geralt asks.

Jaskier snorts. “Gods, no. The goal is to have them believe that we’re in a relationship, and they would never believe I would choose anyone they actually liked .”

“Hmm.”

Jaskier rolls his eyes. “Honestly, Geralt. It’ll be fine. Just stop acting like you’re terrified of me every time I touch you. Maybe we should practice.”

Jaskier gets a gleam in his eye as he darts a glance back to the house, and then his very warm mouth is on Geralt’s. Geralt’s surprised for a second before he relaxes and kisses Jaskier back. He’ll show Jaskier he’s not terrified of him. Geralt would scoff if his mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied.

Geralt brings one hand up to rest on Jaskier’s jaw and one to wind through his soft hair. Geralt strokes his thumb over Jaskier’s cheekbone, and Jaskier melts against him, wrapping his arms around Geralt’s waist and tugging him closer.

“What was that for?” Geralt says, trying to keep his breathing even after they pull away.

Jaskier peers around him and looks back up at the house. “Well, they were watching through the window. Figured we’d give them a show. Alas.”

Jaskier turns and heads to the stables. Geralt trails behind him, surreptitiously bringing a hand up to his medallion to make sure it’s not vibrating.

He is in way over his head.

Nell stares at them with wide eyes from her bedroom window. She had...not exactly doubted them when Julian showed up with his witcher in tow, but she hadn’t exactly believed them, either. Who could let Julian trail around after them for years and not get sick of him?

If she hadn’t witnessed them kissing with her own two eyes, she never would have believed it. She pulls the book out from under the mattress and looks at the songs again, this time with a more critical eye. She can’t believe she didn’t see it before. Especially “Her Sweet Kiss.” She’d never admit it to Julian, but she’s glad he won over whoever this her is. He looks happy, in a way that he never did while he was here.

Her mother calls for her, so Nell sighs and puts away the book. She runs down the stairs. “Yes?”

“I need help with supper.”

Nell sets the table, noting they’re using the fancy silverware, which is a surprise, because her mother has never taken a particular interest of what Julian thinks of her before this, so this is an interesting time to start. She’s sure their meal is going to be a very uncomfortable affair. Well, not for her, unless it starts to become painful to hold her laughter in.

She can’t wait.

She’s just finishing arranging the cutlery when her mother turns back to her. “Can you believe Julian? I knew witchers were for hire, but I didn’t think their services extended to...this.”

Nell barely holds back a snort.

Jaskier looks over to Geralt and suppresses a sigh. He had just planted a hand on Geralt’s thigh, and he’s sure his parents think that he just stabbed Geralt, from his reaction. He scoots his chair closer over to Geralt and drapes an arm over his shoulders. “Relax,” he whispers into Geralt’s ear.

Geralt does, marginally, but Jaskier can still see the doubt on his parent’s faces.

Jaskier’s father clears his throat. “So, Geralt, um. I suppose we know what you do, but, um. Um.”

“Honestly, haven’t you heard any of my songs? They are all the very true accounts of what Geralt gets up to,” Jaskier butts in.

Geralt takes a gulp of wine from his goblet to avoid commenting.

Jaskier notices, and elbows him in the ribs. “Geralt loves my songs, right?”

Jaskier’s parents are staring right at him, and it’s more than a little unnerving. “Right. They’re...very romantic.”

Jaskier’s grip around Geralt’s shoulders tightens. “Thank you, darling.”

Geralt is sure Vesemir once told him witchers can’t blush, but his face feels hot all of a sudden, and everyone is looking at him expectantly.

Geralt takes another drink.

Jaskier shakes his head. “Geralt’s been so nervous about meeting all of you. The poor dear is overwhelmed.”

Geralt shoots him a glare, before softening the look into something more akin to convincing Jaskier’s parents that they’re very happily together. Jaskier hastily bolts down the rest of his dinner before he drags Geralt up the stairs and to his room.

He shuts the door behind them, leaning against and tugging at his hair. “There’s no way they’re buying this,” he moans.

“I thought I was being rather convincing.”

The corner of Geralt’s lips twitch, so Jaskier hits him with a pillow. “You did not, you brute! Geralt if you’re doing this on purpose—”

“Hey, hey,” Geralt soothes. “I’m not. It’s just. Acting is not exactly on my list of talents.”

Jaskier crosses his arms and huffs. Geralt tugs him over to the bed and makes him sit down, plopping beside him. “What can I do?”

Jaskier throws his arm over his eyes and lays back, rather over dramatically, if you ask Geralt. “Nothi—Well, actually.”

Geralt does not like the sound of that. He was offering more to be nice than anything.

“We have to have sex.”

Geralt’s mouth goes dry. “What?”

Jaskier scoffs. “This is no time to act the blushing virgin, Geralt,” he says, before his hands are on Geralt’s clothes, tugging them and unbuttoning.

Geralt jerks back, but Jaskier is already done. “There. Nice and dishevelled.”

Geralt gapes at him for a moment, giving Jaskier the opportunity to muss his hair. Geralt growls.

“I know, I know. That took you hours to accomplish.”

Geralt catches his wrist. “Just, hold on a second. What are we doing?”

“We have to consummate my childhood bed, Geralt,” Jaskier says, completely seriously. “Or at least make my parents think we did.”

Jaskier starts moving his hips on the bed, making the headboard brush up against the wall with every gyration. “Mmm, fuck, Geralt, right there!” he cries.

“ Jaskier!” Geralt hisses, but Jaskier pays him no mind.

“You feel so good, darling!” He throws Geralt a wink, and Geralt tries not to combust.

Jaskier undoes three of the buttons of his doublet, revealing a thicket of chest hair. Geralt casts his eyes to the ceiling. Gods help him. “You know, you don’t have to be so stoic all the time, dear heart. You can let me hear you,” Jaskier says, pointedly prodding at Geralt.

Geralt shakes his head furiously. This is not what he agreed to.

Jaskier gives Geralt a put on sigh before clearing his throat quietly. “Oh, Jaskier,” he says in a deep voice.

“That doesn’t even sound like me,” Geralt whispers furiously.

Jaskier just arches an eyebrow, and Geralt knows that’s a challenge. He swings his leg over Jaskier, straddling him and trying to ignore both of their pounding hearts. It’s the heat of carrying out their plan, Geralt is sure, and not at all Jaskier’s proximity.

Geralt rocks the bed back and forth, making the headboard slam against the wall now.

Gearlt gives a half hearted moan, and Jaskier gives him a glare. “You’re making me sound like a terrible lover who’s left you horribly unfulfilled!” he hisses.

Geralt rolls his eyes and gives a more enthusiastic moan this time. Geralt begrudgingly keeps this up for a few more minutes before he grunts and clambers off of Jaskier. “A little quick to the finish line?” Jaskier asks, and Geralt shoots him a rude hand gesture.

Jaskier gasps in mock offense. “Why don’t you go get me a wash rag?” he suggests.

Geralt glares at him; this is taking the charade much too far, if you ask Geralt, but he follows Jaskier’s direction to the bathroom—where Jaskier’s mother is standing. Geralt suddenly becomes conscious of what a mess he must look like right now, thanks to Jaskier. “Hello again,” Marilla says.

Geralt grunts and nods to her, before remembering he should probably say something, anything. “Hi.”

Geralt grabs a washcloth and flees.

When he gets back to Jaskier, Jaskier is sitting on the bed with his knees drawn up to his chest, scribbling away in his notebook, the inkwell balancing precariously on the mattress. He still has his buttons undone, and Geralt curses himself for even noticing.

“Did you run into anyone?” Jaskier asks.

Geralt’s disgruntled expression must be answer enough, because Jaskier rubs his hands together in delight. “Excellent.”

Marilla scurries back to her room, completely scandalized. She can’t believe they would...defile her home like this. It’s bad enough that Julian couldn’t choose anyone they suggested for himself, and now he brings home a witcher ? He’s trying to make her gray even faster.

She shuts the bedroom door behind her and looks to Ethbert. Her expression must linger on her face, because he asks her, “What?”

“They—” She makes a floppy hand gesture.

“Are you sure? What would a witcher want with Julian? There’s something not right about this.”

Marilla fans herself. “I know. They’re not even wed. It’s impropriety, is what it is.”

Ethbert squints doubtfully.

Geralt is not a morning person. When Jaskier first discovered this, he was puzzled. Geralt is the only person who dictates his schedule, so no one would yell at him if he chose to sleep until midday.

The more Jaskier thinks about it, though, the more it makes sense. Of course Geralt would wake up at the asscrack of dawn; he probably thinks of it as a punishment or some other such self loathing nonsense.

It’s certainly more of a punishment for Jaskier, because he’s the one that has to put up with Geralt’s bearish attitude every morning.

Geralt blinks awake and squints at the rising sun like it’s personally offended him, and Jaskier closes his eyes, not wanting to be caught staring.

“Morning,” Geralt grates out.

Jaskier’s lips twist into a wry smile. “Good morning.”

“I know you weren’t asleep,” Geralt says, sounding annoyed. “You could have woken me up.”

“Mm. And deal with a grumpy witcher first thing in the morning? I don’t think so.”

Geralt scoffs. “I’m not grumpy.”

“Right.”

Geralt swings his legs out of the bed and begins getting dressed. Jaskier stretches into the warmth Geralt left behind, tugging the blankets up over him.

What? He never said he was a morning person, either. “Where are you going?”

“Into town.”

“For what? Do you need things for potions? I’ll go with you.”

“No, no, I’m just going to see if there’s any contracts; you stay here.”

Jaskier gives a sly grin. “Does my family make you nervous?”

“ No .”

“Hmm,” Jaskier says.

“Shut up.”

“Well, don’t go gallivanting off without telling me where. You know I worry.”

Geralt rolls his eyes. “No need.”

Jaskier adopts a high pitched voice. “Why, thank you, Jaskier, my dearest friend. I’m so touched to know someone is looking out for me.”

“It’s pretty sad if you have to imagine someone to be your friend.”

Jaskier splutters as Geralt walks out of the room, a smile tugging at his lips.

Jaskier sighs as the door shuts behind him, wanting to bundle himself back in the blankets and Geralt’s scent, but he resists the urge and stumbles out of bed to pull on his clothes.

He makes it down the stairs and to the kitchen, picking up a bowl of eggs and whisking them, the need to be helpful overriding his desire to collapse in a chair and go back to sleep.

“Good morning, Julian,” his mother says stiffly. “Where’s your beau?”

Jaskier lets himself smile at the image of Geralt’s reaction to being heard of himself referred to as Jaskier’s beau .

“He’s out looking for a contract. He’ll be back for lunch, I’m sure.”

He gives his mother a bright grin. He thinks he should have made Geralt suck a hickey on his neck, but, to be honest, he’s not sure if he could have beared that. Geralt had already been so unbearably close to Jaskier when he straddled him. Jaskier’s not sure what had possessed Geralt to do that, all the while expecting Jaskier to keep his hands to himself.

He’s not sure Geralt’s looked in a mirror anytime in the past fifty years because of the whole monster-staring-back-at-him thing (complete horse shit, in Jaskier’s humble opinion, not that Geralt cares to listen to it), but Jaskier is forced to look at him every day, and he suffers.

He suffers every time he trails behind Geralt atop Roach, watching the subtle shift of his back muscles as he rides, and he’s devastated when Geralt deems Roach too tired to carry him and leads her in his tight leather pants. If Geralt hadn’t been wearing just such a thing when Jaskier met him, Jaskier would be convinced Geralt does it just to personally spite Jaskier.

To doom him to look but not touch for the rest of his life. As such, he had never expected Geralt to actually agree to this whole charade. But, he did, and now here they are. Here they are, with Jaskier knowing exactly what Geralt tastes like (less onion than one would expect), but still having to not just kiss the blank looks Geralt likes to give him right off his face.

It’s enough to drive a man mad.

Geralt looks at the pitiful notice board and sighs. He tugs down the one prospect to examine it more closely. Something is stealing a farmer’s sheep. There’s a few possibilities for what it could be, ranging from minor nuisances to things that he shouldn’t even mention to Jaskier because he’ll nag at Geralt until he lets him tag along, and those are always the kind of jobs that Jaskier should be nowhere near.

Geralt’s not sure how someone with the survival instinct of a fly larva is still alive, especially when he insists on following Geralt around, but Geralt’s not going to let Jaskier get hurt on his watch.

Geralt pockets the notice and goes to talk to the farmer who set the contract, but he has very little useful information to tell Geralt. All he offers is that the sheep have been disappearing without a trace. Geralt walks the edges of the property and a bit into the woods, doing a cursory inspection for the carcasses, but he doesn’t find them, either.

Hmm.

Geralt turns and heads back to Jaskier.

Geralt’s acting out of sorts when he returns from town, so Jaskier tugs him aside. “What’s wrong?”

Geralt just grunts and shakes his head.

Jaskier sighs. Typical. “Weren’t there any contracts?”

“There were, just—I don’t know what it is. But I’m sure it will be fine.”

Geralt even tries to give him a bracing smile, and even though it looks more like a grimace, Jaskier knows it’s not good if Geralt has stooped to trying to comfort him.

Jaskier hums at him and leads him to the table where his family are waiting on them for lunch. Jaskier keeps a hand on Geralt’s knee, because he’s allowed to, at the moment.

He delights in watching Geralt make awkward conversation with Nell, but it seems like they’re quickly warming up to each other. Jaskier’s mouth goes dry at the thought of them teaming up on him. They would truly be a menace.

Jaskier’s mood is quickly soured when they finish eating and Geralt insists on heading back out.

“Shouldn’t you wait until the morning? You know, be well rested?”

Geralt shrugs. “It’s been taking the animals at night. Better chance of finding it if I go now.”

“Geralt, we’re not exactly short on coin right now. Why even go?”

“If I don’t take care of this, who will?” Geralt huffs. “This farmer’s livelihood is at risk.”

Jaskier grins. “Geralt, you unbearable softie. You make me look callous.”

Jaskier darts a glance over to his family, who are pretending not to watch them. He takes that as license to tug Geralt in for a chaste kiss. Geralt stiffens against him, and Jaskier is just about ready to pull away, before Geralt starts kissing him back. He makes it decidedly less chaste, and Jaskier puts a hand on his chest. He lets himself savor it for one, two, three seconds before he takes a step back.

“Geralt, there are children present!” he says in a scandalized tone, grinning at Nell.

She glares, and he shoots her a wink.

Geralt clears his throat, and Jaskier jerks his attention back to him. “Right. Well, if I’m not going to talk you out of it, be safe.”

“I always am.”

Ethbert watches as Julian paces back and forth as he waits for the witcher to return. “Sit down,” he says gruffly.

Julian looks at the clock, then out the window, completely ignoring him. Ethbert snorts. Good to know nothing’s changed, then.

“Surely it can’t take this long to murder one measly little thing,” Julian mutters.

“He’s fine,” Ethbert says. “It’d take a lot to overpower a witcher, right?”

Jaskier sits down in a huff, and Ethbert starts to wonder if maybe their relationship is less of a farce than he thought. It’s certainly an odd one, and he’s still clueless as to what they could possibly have in common, but Julian is painting a convincing picture right now, especially as he tugs his cloak off the hook and settles it around his shoulders.

“Where are you going?”

“To find him!”

Ethbert jerks out of his seat with a splutter. “You can’t be serious. You think you’re going to be able to handle whatever a witcher couldn’t?”

Julian pauses. “Well, no. He’s probably lying in a ditch somewhere, slowly bleeding to death. Oh gods, what if he’s out there bleeding to death?”

Julian becomes even more frantic and rushes out the door and to the stables.

Ethbert resigns himself to a long night.

Jaskier clambers onto one of the smaller mares. He doesn’t have the patience to go through the whole process of putting all the tack on, so he clings to the horse’s neck and prays he doesn’t fall off. He digs into her with his knees, and away they go.

Jaskier has no idea which way Geralt went, but there’s some fairly fresh hoof tracks in the wet dirt of the road, so he follows them and hopes they’re Roach’s. Eventually, they go off the road, and Jaskier is left to squint at trampled grass. He wonders if Geralt would be proud of his tracking abilities, and he smiles thinking about the inevitable jab. Jaskier would respond with something about how Geralt was no better than a dog sniffing the air, and all would be well.

But first, he has to find him. Jaskier slows the horse to a walk as the trail becomes fainter, squinting as he looks at the ground. He comes to an outcrop of rocks with an opening just big enough to go inside, and he dismounts his horse cautiously. He certainly doesn’t want to deal with whatever calls this place its home.

Jaskier notices blood, and his heart kicks up a notch. It’s a rust red color, so it’s not very recent. Jaskier follows the splatters, and as he goes, they get brighter and brighter, until Jaskier’s heart threatens to burst out of his chest with the panicked tap dance it’s doing.

It certainly doesn’t help matters when he finds Roach wandering through the woods by herself. “Where’s Geralt?” he asks, and she snorts at him helpfully.

Jaskier casts a look at the blood glistening under the leaves underfoot and knows Geralt has to be close. Roach gives an agitated whinny before she turns and trots off, and Jaskier rushes after her.

In the end, Geralt’s not all that far away. Jaskier sees his hair before he sees anything else, and then he’s sprinting over to him with little thought for anything else. Jaskier drops to his knees beside Geralt. He looks paler than normal, even though Jaskier hadn’t known that was possible

There’s so much blood, and he’s not moving. Jaskier sucks in a breath. “Geralt? Geralt?” he asks, his voice getting louder and more panicked. “Geralt?”

Jaskier resists the urge to shake him and jostle whatever injuries he has, but there’s bile rising in his throat, and he doesn’t know what he’s going to do—

His eyes latch on to the infinitesimal rise of Geralt’s chest, and the pressure on his own suddenly lifts. He shuts his eyes for a moment. Geralt isn’t dead, and he can work with that.

Jaskier takes a closer look at Geralt and finds there’s a chunk missing from his side. It’s still bleeding freely, and Jaskier tries to resist the urge to be sick. He works Geralt free of his armor with shaky hands, so he can take a closer look.

Geralt moans and starts to stir, and Jaskier plants his hands on Geralt’s chest. “Just stay still; you’re going to be fine.”

“Jask?” Geralt slurs.

“Yes, yes, it’s me, and you know I’m far too stubborn to let you die.”

“My pack—”

Jaskier could slap himself for not thinking of that. “Right. Um, your potions.”

He whistles for Roach, and she approaches skittishly. Jaskier glances back down at Geralt, and his eyes are slipping shut. Jaskier tightens his grip on Geralt’s shoulder. “Geralt! You have to stay awake. Do you hear me?”

Geralt murmurs something Jaskier doesn’t quite catch, but his eyes open wider. Geralt’s pupils are so dilated, there’s barely a ring of yellow left around the outsides. Jaskier clambers up to look through Roach’s saddlebags, and his heart clenches when Geralt’s hand comes up to clutch at him as he moves away. “I’m not going anywhere,” he soothes.

He rustles through the saddlebag. “Fuck, Geralt, do you really need so many tiny bottles?”

Geralt gives him a weak chuckle before he hisses in pain.

“Which one do you need?” Jaskier asks, hoping Geralt is coherent enough that he’s not about to poison himself.

Jaskier pulls the pouch out of the saddle bag to show him the options. Geralt points to a few, and Jaskier eyes them doubtfully. He uncorks them anyway, sitting back down and settling Geralt’s head into his lap, helping him get the elixirs down, even when Geralt tries to bat his hands away.

“Save your energy for something useful, would you?” Jaskier tuts.

Jaskier prods at the wound in Geralt’s side, jerking his hand back when Geralt winces. “I forgot just how delicate you were, my apologies.”

Geralt barely manages a huff at that, and Jaskier furrows his brows in worry. He pulls Geralt’s shirt away from the wound, biting his lip as it pulls skin away. The wound looks a sickly green underneath all the blood, and Jaskier gasps a little. This is much worse than he thought.

“Geralt, it’s—Geralt?”

Geralt’s eyes have slipped shut, and Jaskier scrabbles at him, trying to make him wake up again, but he stays stubbornly still. The only thing giving Jaskier even a tiny glimmer of peace is that his chest is still rising and falling.

Tears are threatening to burst to Jaskier’s eyes, but he pushes them down and takes a deep breath. Somehow, he manages to heave Geralt across Roach. Roach snorts, disgruntled, and Jaskier runs a hand over her flank, trying to soothe her.

He looks around, but he has no idea where the mare he rode out here went. Oops. Hopefully it will wander back to his parent’s estate, but if not, well, will they even miss it?

Jaskier gathers Roach’s reins in his hand and leads her back towards town at a steady trot.

When Geralt comes to, he’s sweltering. He seems to be in a tomb of blankets, and the fire is roaring in the corner of the room. The room? He’s not quite sure how he got here; he would have expected to be lying on the cold ground instead of a soft and yielding bed. There’s even less lumps than he’s accustomed to.

He groans when he tries to move, and there’s a rustling from beside him. Geralt looks over to see Jaskier jerking from his chair to fuss over him. Jaskier’s eyes are red when he finally looks up.

“You promised me you were going to be safe, you terror,” Jaskier sniffs.

Geralt doesn’t have his wits about him enough yet to be dealing with crying bards. “Hmm.”

“Geralt, you—What was it?”

“A cockatrice. It got me with its tail; spit a little poison at me just for fun.”

Jaskier shakes his head. “You wouldn’t know fun if it bit you in the ass.”

This makes Geralt look even grumpier, if possible. Jaskier’s glad; he much prefers that to the slack expression Geralt had had while he was sleeping, and Jaskier was terrified he wouldn’t wake up.

Jaskier looks back at him, and Geralt can’t help himself when he reaches out to swipe away Jaskier’s tears with his thumb. “I’m fine,” he murmurs.

Geralt tosses the covers off himself so he can see his wound. It’s wrapped rather nicely, and when Geralt pokes at it, it feels like there’s some kind of poultice under the bandages. He raises his eyebrows at Jaskier, waiting for an explanation.

“A healer.”

Geralt’s surprised Jaskier found someone who would treat him; most people aren’t too keen on helping witchers.

“I yelled at him until he helped you,” Jaskier admits.

Geralt huffs a laugh. “I’m sure he was terrified.”

Jaskier finally cracks a grin. “Hey, you’re not the only scary one around here.”

Jaskier’s eyes drop to his hand, the one that was just on his face, and fuck, what was Geralt even thinking, but Jaskier reaches out and puts his hand over Geralt’s.

“I was worried,” he says softly. And then, sharper, “Don’t you dare say hmm .”

“Hmm.”

Geralt laughs, and there’s a warmth that settles in his chest when Jaskier does the same.

“You’re incorrigible,” Jaskier finally says.

There’s a lengthy silence, and when Geralt looks up, Jaskier is staring back at him.

“You got the trophy, right?”

“Geralt, my ears must be deceiving me. You cannot possibly be worried about that right now.”

“How else am I going to get paid? Last time I checked, you liked to eat. It needs done before something else drags the carcass away.”

Jaskier sighs and huffs and does everything short of stomping his feet before he gathers his cloak from the back of his chair. He glares at Geralt before he slams the door shut behind him.

Geralt rubs a shaky hand down his face.

He’s an idiot.

Jaskier grumbles to himself as he makes his way back out into the chilly night. His advances are obviously unwelcome, if this is the kind of punishment Geralt is doling out to him. Well, that’s fine. Jaskier will just let him bleed out next time.

Okay, he won’t, but that doesn’t mean he won’t consider it for a few seconds.

Stupid emotionally repressed witchers. He can’t say he wasn’t hoping something would happen with Geralt while they were here, but he should have known better.

Jaskier trudges all the way back to near where he found Geralt, pointedly not looking at the blood stain on the grass. He’s fine , he reminds himself. Jaskier pokes around for a little bit until he remembers the cave he had seen earlier and some vague knowledge that cockatrices prefer them.

He’s half expecting another to show up as he plucks some feathers and cuts off the head, for good measure. He almost gags as his knife goes roughly through the bone and sinew, but he manages to keep his supper. He looks around for any last creatures that are just waiting to murder him, but none appear.

He sighs and makes the trek back.

When he arrives, Geralt is sitting at the table, talking to his family, and Jaskier wonders for a moment if he should be concerned about a doppler. Nell is eating up every word Geralt says, and Jaskier hopes she has pried some good stories out of him that Jaskier can repurpose as songs later.

For now, he swings the cockatrice head up onto the table, and silence falls. “There you go, love,” he says cheerfully.

Geralt is looking back at him with a peculiar expression, and he rises from his chair stiffly. Jaskier rushes over to him to help, and Geralt reluctantly drapes an arm over his shoulder. Geralt leads him to the bathroom, and Jaskier makes sure to say loudly enough for the rest of his family to hear, “Well, if you needed help holding it you only had to ask.”

Geralt huffs in exasperation and shuts the door behind him. Jaskier raises his eyebrows in question. “Did you actually need help, or…” Jaskier trails off, and then Geralt’s lips are on his, warm and hungry, and anymore of Jaskier’s thoughts fly out of his brain.

His arms automatically come up to wrap around Geralt’s waist, until he registers that this is Geralt , and he puts a hand on his chest. “Um. Do you need your head checked out, as well? I thought it was your side, but I can go get the healer again.”

“I’m fine,” Geralt growls.

Jaskier’s not convinced Geralt hasn’t sustained a lasting brain injury, but then Geralt is saying, “I should have done this a long time ago,” and kissing him again.

What is Jaskier to do but kiss him back? It’d be terribly impolite not to, after all. When Geralt finally pulls away, Jaskier asks breathlessly, “What was that for?”

Geralt shrugs, considering. “You looked kind of hot carrying that cockatrice head. The trachea hanging down really got me going.”

Jaskier stares at him in disbelief for a beat before they both dissolve into laughter.

“You’re an idiot,” Jaskier says. “You’re my idiot.”

Ethbert looks across the table, where what his son is doing can only be called terrorizing his witcher, and harrumphs to himself. This is not exactly who he pictured Julian ending up with, to say the least.

He wonders the etiquette for having a son in law older than he is. He supposes he’s going to have to find out.

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