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Demon Alya: Ladybug learns the truth

“Hold on a minute,” said Alya as she scrutinized the billiard-ball sized object on the bed in front of her. It glowed with several different shades of purple that swirled around each other just slightly faster than was comfortable to look at. “This is a very difficult case.”

Sitting next to her on the bed, Juleka stifled a giggle. “What’s your prognosis, Dr. Alya? Am I going to make it?”

Alya grinned at that. “Your soul looks mostly fine,” she said. Her tail flicked in pleasure; Alya liked it when her ‘cult’ — or, as she had learned to think of them, her friends — were doing well, and Juleka was one of the closest friends she had. Alya’s wings fluttered a little too, creating a slight breeze which blew a few strands of hair into Juleka’s face. Juleka blew them back with a mock-grimace while Alya chuckled and then continued. “No blemishes or spots that I can see. Just a little agitation. And as for what might cause that…” An idea came to her. “Are you planning on asking Rose out later?”

Juleka blushed, her skin reddening to the point where it almost matched Alya’s devilishly-red hue, and the colors in Juleka’s soul began swirling even faster. “Maybe,” she admitted. “I’ve been, um, trying to build up the courage for a week or so, but it’s hard.” Her hair drooped over her face, and this time she didn’t try to push it back. “She’s so amazing,” Juleka went on. “And I’m—“

“Also amazing,” Alya cut in. “And I’m not just saying that because you’re the best high priestess ever. I know that Rose likes girls who are kind, compassionate, wise, and have a strong moral code—and you’re four for four. Forget that prohibition against angels dating humans; if you ask her out, I’m certain she’ll say yes.”

Juleka smiled a little, but she said, “Everything you say makes sense, but I just have trouble making myself believe it. It’s hard to feel it, you know?”

“Yeah,” said Alya, thinking about one of her other friends. She’d been hanging out at Marinette’s house a couple hours ago, listening to the girl excitedly detail the pastries she was going to make for a charity bake sale, and she’d found herself wondering once again if she could risk revealing her true identity. It would be so easy to let her demonic veil fall and show Marinette her true form, and surely Marinette was kind enough and non-judgmental enough that she’d be able to see past the horns, wings, flickering tail…

But if she wasn’t, if Marinette panicked at learning that Alya was a literal demon from Hell, then the friendship would be over. And Alya couldn’t risk that. Even if Marinette didn’t do anything else (like call Ladybug to banish Alya back to Hell for the next few eons), Alya would be devastated to go through her time on Earth without being able to call on her best friend. And so Alya had once again decided the risk wasn’t worth it, no matter how much she yearned to be able to tell Marinette about her true self.

But even if she couldn’t solve her own problem, she was sure she could help her High Priestess. “Let me try,” said Alya as she cupped Juleka’s soul in her hands. “I think I can calm your soul enough that you can at least ask Rose without panicking halfway through.”

“Thanks,” said Juleka with gratitude in her voice. Alya could tell that she’d been worried about losing her nerve at the worst moment. 

Alya focused on Juleka’s soul, reaching out with her demonic senses until she could feel Juleka’s love-fueled agitation. Then she began to exert her will on it. “Yield to me,” she chanted in quiet Latin. “You who have entrusted me with your soul, yield and let me calm you…”

After a few minutes, the colors in Juleka’s soul slowed down a little, and Juleka took a breath. “I feel better,” she said as a smile crept across her face. “Seriously. Thanks.”

“No problem,” said Alya as she continued to focus on Juleka’s soul to make sure no traces of agitation could remain and screw things up for her later.

“I’ve been meaning to ask,” Juleka said. “You told me that demons usually use their soul-influencing powers to torment the people whose souls they take, as part of their torture. You know, like making them fanatically loyal and ready to sacrifice everything else for their demon, or driving them into fits of rage, or things like that. But you use your powers to make me and the other people in your cult feel better and be more functional. Do you have different powers than other demons? Could other demons act like you if they wanted?”

“They could; my powers aren’t unique to me,” said Alya as she inspected Juleka’s soul again and noted that it was now in perfect order. “After all, any of the things I’ve done for you guys could be used to hurt someone. Take right now: I just calmed you down, and that’s good, but another demon could calm the soul of a soldier to mellow him out so much he couldn’t be roused to defend his position, resulting in the bad guys overrunning it. Or look at yesterday. Aurore was still feeling a grudge against Mireille for beating her to get that TV job, and she asked me to help her get over it so she didn’t get angry whenever Mireille was on TV. I was able to use my influence over her to make her more forgiving and remove that blemish in her soul, and everything was fine. But another demon could do the same thing on a judge so that judge decided to ‘forgive’ criminals and release them, even knowing they were going to commit more crimes.”

Juleka inclined her head. “I see. But I guess most demons stick to the more obvious types of harmful influence? Making people angry, or greedy, or things like that?”

“Yeah,” said Alya. “The seven deadlies are classics for a reason. They usually work for tempting and damning people, and they don’t require a lot of knowledge—make a human really angry and he’ll usually commit a sin. So they’re useful for demons who aren’t interested in humans, the ones who just want to bag their quota of souls and go back to Hell.” She grimaced. “But those demons are idiots. And the idea of squishing all humans down to being a bunch of angry, greedy jerks is just… it’s ridiculous.” She shook her head. “I mean, I was taught otherwise and I even believed that at first when I showed up here, but that crumbled as soon as I met actual people.”

“Specifically, Marinette,” Juleka noted.

Alya blushed a little, but said, “Not just her. So many of the humans I’ve met are amazing, and I’d rather help you be the best humans you can be than turn you all into a bunch of psycho cultists. Yes, there’s humans who are already awful, and I’ve got no problem yanking their souls and doing all the traditional devil stuff to them. You guys heard what I did to that exorcist who tried to banish me, I’m sure. But corrupting someone like you, or Mylene, or Alix… taking away what makes you girls unique so you can become yet another generically-terrible person… that would just be wrong, no matter what my bosses say.” She paused. “If you girls are in my cult, if I’ve got your souls, I want to use that to help you. Not torment you.”

“Well, you’re a pretty amazing demon yourself,” Juleka said. “And we appreciate that.”

Alya beamed at that. “I do try,” she said in a faux-haughty voice. “And as long as my high priestess continues to supply me with regular deliveries of Dupain-Cheng pastries and anime to watch, I’m sure I shall continue.”

Juleka laughed, then stilled herself while Alya picked up her soul and gently pressed it against her chest. After a moment the soul slid in through Juleka’s shirt and body, and Juleka gasped slightly at the now-recognizable (but, somehow, never totally familiar) feeling of suddenly being more ‘herself.’ Once her soul was back inside her, she let out a happy breath and said, “I really do feel calmer now. Thank you so much, Alya. I think I can ask Rose out without panicking.”

“Well, if you need any help, you know who to call.” Alya hopped off the bed and stretched, her wings flaring out and her tail flicking backwards to poke Juleka’s nose. Juleka giggled and playfully flicked at it, and it recoiled for a moment only to dart in and begin tickling her under her chin. Juleka quickly dissolved into helpless laughter.

Alya glanced back and smirked for a moment before laughing herself, and it took a moment before either of the two girls could stop. Then Juleka managed to get up, a silly grin still on her face. “I’ll look over the souls,” she said as she motioned to the large shelf where Alya kept the now-considerable number of souls from her ‘cult.’ “See if anyone has any new blemishes or spots.”

“Just don’t mix them up,” Alya said. “I remember the last time my little sisters got in here and put them all out of order, and then when Mylene needed her soul back for the day so she could go to church, she accidentally got Chloe’s soul and spent the whole service calling the priest ‘ridiculous’ because he kept asking for donations to buy fancy artwork for the church but wouldn’t commit to using any of the funds for actual charitable causes.”

“I won’t,” said Juleka. She went over to the shelf and began looking at the souls. First was Chloe’s, which was yellow and orange and vaguely spiky (though the spikes were gradually shrinking as Alya and the others worked to bring the prickly girl out of her shell). Then came Alix’s, which was pink and almost vibrating with energy, to the point where it actually bounced if dropped or tossed against a wall. (Alya knew this because Alix had idly tried to dribble her soul one day, and it had bounced around the room until it bonked Alya in the head, at which point Alya had instituted a no-dribbling-souls policy). Next was Nino’s, a gentle blue ball in a comfy little doll bed and had tiny headphones playing Nino’s favorite music. And so on, down the line.

While Juleka looked over the souls, Alya gathered up a few dishes and went to put them in the kitchen. Technically, it was the job of her cult to do any chores that she needed done — and it was Juleka’s job to manage the cult and make sure that happened — but Alya didn’t feel comfortable making them do that. Besides, Marlena would get mad, and—demon powers or not—Alya knew better than to disobey her.

Alya entered the kitchen as she idly whistled a tune she’d heard on the radio. Her little sisters were over at Nino’s house, which meant that there should have been nobody in the house who didn’t know that she was a demon, which meant she didn’t need to bother with her veil. As such, she was in her full demonic appearance, with red skin, horns, wings, cloven feet, and a flickering tail as she rinsed off the dishes.

And then, when she turned around, she saw Ladybug staring at her.

For a few moments Alya didn’t believe it. Then her mind almost crashed as she realized what was going on — that one of the superheroes, someone who wielded the power of the kwami and was more than capable of banishing her to Hell for half an eternity, knew her true nature — and scrambled to find a way out of it. But none came to mind. Ladybug was staring at her, Alya Cesaire, in her demonic form. 

A half dozen potential options for escape flitted through Alya’s mind, but none survived a second of scrutiny. Ladybug was fast, strong, fiendishly clever, and she could summon magic objects which always somehow managed to be whatever she needed to catch her quarry. Then Alya thought if there were any possible ways to fight Ladybug and win — if she could throw Hellfire, or Whisper distractions, or draw on her cult — only to dismiss those ideas too. This was Ladybug. She couldn’t win a fight against her. And besides, even if she somehow did, that would leave Paris defenseless against Hawkmoth. It would leave her cult—her friends—without protection from that lunatic.

And so Alya didn’t run or fight. She just lowered her head and whispered, “Please don’t banish me…”

“I wasn’t going to banish you,” said Ladybug.

Alya blinked. “You weren’t?”

Ladybug shook her head. “If I was, I wouldn’t have waited for you to notice me,” she pointed out. “I’d have zapped you from a neighboring rooftop.” A slight smile appeared on her face. “You’ve fought alongside me for how long, Alya, and you think I’d give someone a free shot?”

Despite everything, Alya couldn’t help giggling. “No, you don’t usually subscribe to the ‘that akuma needs to have a fair chance of killing me or else it’s not honorable’ school of thought. You’re more about wanting to win.”

“Damn right,” said Ladybug, which made Alya smile a little more. Ladybug returned a smile of her own, though it quickly faded. “So no, I’m not here to banish you. But I do want to talk to you. I need to know what you’re doing in Paris. And if you’ve…” She took a breath. “If you’ve done anything that, as a hero, I would need to correct.”

Alya nodded, but then something occurred to her. “You don’t seem surprised that I’m, uh, who I am,” she said. “How long have you known?”

“About two weeks,” Ladybug said. “Do you remember how Mayor Bourgeois signed that law to bulldoze that forest preserve and put up a shopping mall?”

“Yeah,” Alya said. 

“I knew that a local girl named Mylene cared a lot about saving the park, and I was worried that she might get akumatized once Bourgeois crushed her hopes,” said Ladybug. “I went to her and found her just in time to see one of Hawkmoth’s butterflies touch that pin in her hair. Before she actually got akumatized, though, I could see her trying to fight it off. And I could… sense, I guess… something helping her. Something was trying to keep her calm and urge her to fight off Hawkmoth’s promises.

“Whatever was helping her, it was able to keep her from giving in for long enough that I was able to get to her, smash the pin, and purify the akuma.” Ladybug shrugged. “She thanked me and said she felt better, but I could tell she was still a little tense, and that whatever was helping her was still influencing her. So I tried to follow that magic, and it led me to your apartment, where I looked in through the window to see… well, to see you, looking like that, holding a lilttle rainbow-colored ball and chanting something at it.”

Alya frowned as she thought back. “Wait a minute,” she said after a moment. “Two weeks ago, right? I remember. I was home when I saw her soul begin flashing red and vibrating, like something was attacking it. So I tried to calm it down.” Then, despite everything, a tiny smile spread across her face. “You’re saying I stopped her from being akumatized?” she said. “I didn’t even realize that was happening, but… I’m glad I was able to help.”

Ladybug nodded. “You did. But Alya, I need to know why. I talked to my kwami afterwards and she said this isn’t normal for demons; they don’t usually stop destruction in the human world unless there’s some ulterior motive. But you did stop her. So: why?”

Alya hesitated. “I mean, Mylene’s one of mine, you know? She’s in my cult and she’s my friend. I have to look out for her. I don’t usually like messing with my cult’s souls without their permission, but if one of them’s about to self-destruct, I can’t just sit back and let that happen.”

“Why not?” pressed Ladybug. “Isn’t that why demons come to Earth? To lead humans astray, get them to sin, and ultimately take their souls to Hell?”

Alya’s mouth opened but no sound came out.

“Alya,” Ladybug repeated. “This is important. If there’s some weird demonic plot going on, then as the protector of Paris, I need to be aware of it so I can derail it.”

“I know, but… I don’t want you to think less of me,” said Alya softly. “You’re an amazing hero and a good friend.”

Ladybug smiled a little at that, then went to Alya’s side. “I don’t want to think less of you either,” she said. “And I promise you, whatever I think, it’s not going to be influenced by your species. So just be honest with me, Alya. Tell me everything.”

Alya paused, again torn. But she finally said, “Okay. I will.”

The two girls sat at the kitchen table and then Alya said, “When I first came to Earth, it was exactly like you said. My job was to collect souls and that’s all I cared about. I figured I’d just find people, tempt them, grab their souls, and move on. That’s what most demons do.”

“So what changed?” Ladybug asked.

Alya blushed a little. “You might think this is stupid, but I met someone. This girl in my class. Her name’s Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

Ladybug froze, though Alya didn’t understand why. She was pretty sure Ladybug knew Marinette; after all, Marinette had used the Mouse Miraculous once, which presumably meant Ladybug had given it to her. Then Ladybug shook her head. “What about Marinette?” she asked.

“She was so kind to me,” Alya said. “I was new to the human world, I didn’t have any friends or connections, but as soon as I got to school—that was my cover, I was a local student—she befriended me and helped me fit in. And… look, I know humans are nice to each other a lot, but in Hell, that never happens. Everyone’s always out for themselves. The only reason someone down there would help me is so I would owe them a debt or a favor. But Marinette was just so compassionate, so kind, and she genuinely didn’t care about being paid back.” Alya smiled a little dreamily. “She was amazing. And she made me want to… to be different.”

“Different how?” Ladybug asked, still seeming slightly stunned.

Alya shrugged. “She’s the kind of person who can… inspire people to live up to her example, I guess. At least, she inspired me that way. I loved her kindness, the way she so obviously cared for me and for others without worrying about herself, and I found that I wanted to be like that too. I wanted to keep feeling the way I felt when Marinette was kind to me, or when I was kind to her. And also, the idea of doing the standard demon thing, of using twisted magic to warp some innocent person into committing a heinous sin so I could seize their soul… it didn’t feel right anymore. It felt awful. Cruel. I couldn’t bear to be like that, not after having experienced real human kindness.” 

“So m—Marinette’s kindness helped convince a demon to stop tempting people?” Ladybug asked.

“Yeah,” said Alya with a little chuckle. “Seriously, if you haven’t met her, you should. I think you two would be amazing friends.” Then Alya paused. “But, um, it wasn’t just Marinette. I don’t want to sound like a stalker or something. I made other human friends too and they also helped me be better.”

Ladybug seemed to shake herself, as if breaking out of a stupor. “So you don’t take souls for your bosses?” she asked.

“I do,” Alya admitted. “But only people who have already committed serious sins. Criminals and the like, especially the ones the police haven’t caught yet. I get their souls so I can fulfill my quota and stay up here on Earth, and I don’t mess with them too much. Mostly I just influence them so they won’t work with Hawkmoth by making them too despondent to respond to his summons, or too paranoid to trust his promises, or other things like that.”

Ladybug blinked. “Wait, that’s you?” she asked. “So that’s why Hawkmoth never worked with felons and why he’s just picking random people who happen to get mad one day! I would have figured they’d be the most likely to join him! That makes a lot more sense than my prior theory.”

“What was your prior theory?” Alya asked.

“That Hawkmoth is an idiot,” Ladybug said.

Alya couldn’t help giggling at that. “Well, he did summon Mr. Pigeon dozens of times, so that wasn’t a bad theory,” she joked. “The man is not as smart as he thinks.”

“Nope,” Ladybug agreed. “Seriously, I mean, the guy has total control over the powers he gives people, and yet half of them are useless. What was Reflektra even supposed to do? Make us look ridiculous while we kicked his butt? How does that help him?”

Both girls laughed before Ladybug brought the conversation back around. “If you’re really just targeting people who have already committed serious crimes—and making sure they don’t commit more—then that’s one thing,” she said. “But I do know you’re collecting the souls of others as well, like Mylene. Why is that?”

“To make sure other demons don’t get them,” Alya said. “I’m not the only one here. And I can’t tell you who the other demons are—literally, I’m under a demonic geas that will set me on fire if I say their names to someone who doesn't already know them—but I can tell you they’re a lot worse than me. The other demons have no problem at all with warping innocent people into Hellbound monsters. But if I get the souls of my friends first, the other demons can’t lay their claws on them.”

“Hmm.” Ladybug gave Alya a long look. “I imagine you had to trick these friends into losing their souls at first.”

“Yes,” Alya admitted. “Some made deals—Mylene wanted me to resurrect her pet ferret, for instance--but others, like Alix, lost bets or fell into a minor temptation I set up. I didn’t love doing that, but if I hadn’t, they’d be in the clutches of a far worse demon.” She shuddered at the thought of what Lila would have done. 

“Now that they know the truth,” Ladybug went on, “If these friends wanted their souls back so they could leave your cult, would you let them?”

Alya hesitated. “It hasn’t come up,” she admitted. “They aren’t hurt by losing their souls, except that they can’t go into churches or do a couple other ‘holy’ things. And I don’t use my power over their souls to make them worse. I try to help them when they ask for help, instead.”

“Even so,” Ladybug went on. “If Mylene went to you tomorrow and said she wants out, what would you do?”

Alya was tempted to just lie and say that of course she’d return Mylene’s soul, but she had a feeling Ladybug would be able to sense that. So instead she tried to give the question as much thought as she could to come up with her honest response. “I’d be worried about her, and I’d try to convince her otherwise,” she said. “But if Mylene was adamant, I’d give her soul back. Some demons treat their cults like slaves or prisoners, but I can’t do that.”

“Because Marinette would disapprove?” Ladybug asked.

“Not just that,” Alya said. “Maybe for the first few days after I met her, but I’ve moved past that. My ‘cult’ are my friends and I wouldn’t keep them against their will.” She let out a breath. “But again, it hasn’t come up. Honestly, I think they like knowing that if something goes really wrong and they become upset or angry, there’s someone looking out for them who can calm or polish their souls. Especially Chloe. Her mother is… not great, and Chloe has panic attacks when she’s around. She was really happy when I said I could monitor her soul and try to soothe it when her mother came to visit.”

Ladybug carefully considered that. “You wouldn’t mind if I didn’t just take your word for it, right?” she asked. 

“I can give you a list of the people in the cult,” Alya said. “You can ask them for yourself. Plus my high priestess Juleka; I don’t keep her soul on my shelf, since she’s got both warlock and paladin powers to defend it with—long story—but she'd be happy to talk to you about what I'm like.”

“Thanks,” Ladybug said.

The two were silent for a moment, and then Alya asked, “So… what now?”

“Well, now I need to talk to your cultists,” Ladybug said. “But assuming they verify what you said… I don’t see anything here that I’d need to banish you for. As far as I can tell, you really are trying to be a good a friend, and you’re doing a good job of it too. As long as you don’t take any innocent souls, and you don’t do anything abusive to your friends in your 'cult,' I don’t need to get involved.”

Alya felt a wave of relief rush through her. “Thank the Devil,” she breathed. “I’m glad.”

Ladybug smiled. “Out of curiosity, is being banished that bad?” she asked. “My kwami said it’s not permanent and you could come back once the spell wore off.”

“That could take centuries,” Alya said. “All the humans I knew would be dead by then. I couldn’t bear to lose them, especially Marinette.”

“Maybe you could see her after she dies,” Ladybug noted. “Her soul has to go somewhere, right?”

“It won’t go to where I’m from,” said Alya at once. “Seriously, I peaked at her soul once when I was sleeping over at her house and…” She smiled wistfully. “It was so incredibly pure… the purest I’d seen. No, she’s Heaven-bound for sure, and I won’t be able to see her once she dies because I’m not allowed up there. So I just… I want to make as much of my time on Earth with her, and all my other friends, as I can.”

Once again, Ladybug didn’t seem to know how to respond for some reason. Alya, though, thought of something else she really needed to say. “Speaking of Marinette,” she said. “I… look, I loved having the chance to help you fight Hawkmoth as Rena Rouge. I’d give anything to be able to do that again. But if you can’t trust me because of… of this…” She gestured at her horns and tail. “If you need a replacement, I’d suggest you look at her. The girl’s heart is so pure I can’t imagine Hawkmoth ever corrupting her, and not only is she strong, but she’s incredibly clever. Trust me, she’d be a great hero.”

Ladybug’s cheeks colored slightly. “Thank—I mean, I’m sure she’d thank you if she’d heard that,” she said. “But like I said, unless I learn that something you told me wasn’t true, I don’t see any reason to take your powers away from you. I’m happy to have your help in the battle against Hawkmoth. In more ways than one, apparently.” She smiled. “In fact, once you give me the list of the people whose souls you have, if I learn that one of them is getting upset or is likely to get mad about something, I hope it’s okay if I text you and ask you to check on their souls.”

“Of course,” said Alya at once. “Anytime you need.”

Ladybug nodded. “You’re a good friend, Alya,” she said. Then she turned on her heel before pausing. “Ah, one more question. You said you took your friend’s souls to protect them. Why not Marinette’s? You don’t have her soul, right?”

“No, I don’t,” said Alya. “I thought about it, because I know there’s other demons who would love nothing more than to corrupt someone as pure as her. But I…” She hesitated. “If I took her soul, she’d know what I really am. And I can’t bear the thought of her rejecting my friendship over that. She’s… she means a lot to me.”

“I see,” said Ladybug. “Well, I won’t spill your secret, but I’d encourage you to tell her. I know her pretty well, and trust me: she might surprise you.”

Alya smiled, though inwardly she wasn’t sure if even Marinette could be that tolerant. Still, though, Ladybug’s word had a lot of weight. “I’ll keep that in mind,” she said at last. “And I’ll also keep a close eye on Marinette. I might not have her soul, but if I see demons moving to attack her I’ll do everything I can to hold them off. And I’ve got my paladin/warlock high priestess to help, plus this angel I know. We should be able to keep her safe.”

“An angel?” Ladybug repeated. 

Alya grinned. “Yeah. I know demons and angels aren’t supposed to get along, but this one’s cool.”

“I don’t suppose Marinette influenced her too?” Ladybug said in a teasing voice.

“Marinette seems to influence everyone for the better,” Alya said. “Marinette will never know it, but yes, I think the angel is happy to know her too.”

“Why won’t Marinette know it?” Ladybug asked. “Are angels not allowed to reveal themselves?”

“It’s more that they only do so if they’re smiting an evildoer, or if they need to save a human from temptation,” Alya said. But Marinette’s so pure that she’s not really in any danger of that, so I don’t think she’ll be getting any angelic intervention unless she spontaneously gets tempted to rob a bank or something.” She giggled. “Which really isn’t like her.”

Ladybug laughed too, though she seemed slightly disappointed for some reason. “I need to get going,” she said. “I’ll see you later, Alya. Thanks again for all that you do.”

Alya waved as Ladybug launched herself back out the window. Then, feeling a bit overwhelmed, she went back to her room to tell Juleka everything.

——

The next day, Alya found herself invited to the Dupain-Cheng bakery. “Hey, girl!” said Alya as she walked inside. “What’s up?”

“Alya!” Marinette said. She ran over and exchanged hugs with her best friend. “I just came up with some new pastries and I wanted you to be the first to try them!”

“Anytime!” said Alya. “What’cha got?”

Marinette took a few pastries off the shelf. “This one here is a Mexican chocolate cake,” she said. “I remember you saying you liked the spicier pastries, so I made it with a little cayenne pepper. Please, try it!”

Alya bit into the cake and grinned as the fiery sweet flavor danced over her tongue. “This is really good,” she said. “Seriously. And—“

“Oh, there’s also this other one,” said Marinette suddenly. She took down a donut. “I wanted to get back to my roots a little,” she said. “But I also wanted to make something you’d like. So this is a cinnamon donut with green and red chilis, the sort you find in Hunan cuisine.” She handed it over. “What do you think?”

Alya tried the donut and gasped, because it was possibly the best thing she’d ever tasted. The sweetness matched the peppers perfectly. “This is amazing,” she said. “Damn, girl, you know how to bake. Although, I thought you said you guys weren’t working too hard on developing spicy pastries because your parents didn’t think they’d sell well?”

“I’m going to prove Maman wrong about that,” said Marinette firmly. “Because people who enjoy spicier deserts should be able to get treats they love, just like anyone else. I’ll make spicy treats that are so good they sell just as well as everything else we’ve got.” 

Alya blushed. Marinette really was one of the kindest people around, she thought.

“Besides,” Marinette went on, “even if these didn’t sell, it’d still be worth making some for you. After all, you’re my best friend.” She moved closer to Alya. “You’re an amazing person and a wonderful friend,” she went on. “I don’t think anything could drive us apart.” She gave Alya a quick hug. “Maybe I don’t tell you that enough, but it’s true.”

“Um.” Alya wondered if Ladybug had maybe hinted to Marinette about some of the conversation they had. “Right back at’cha,” she said. “I think you’re a great friend too.”

Marinette smiled.  

Alya hesitated, on the verge of asking Marinette to go somewhere private so she could remove her demon veil… but she still didn’t feel quite confident enough. Someday, she thought. But not just then. “If I”m so great,” she said, “maybe you could let me have a few more of these?”

“Have the whole tray!” Marinette chirped. “But one thing in response: the concentration of chilis is slightly different in each one, so I need you to rank them. That way I know which one is the best one!”

“You’ve got it!” Alya grinned and reached for another donut. She was truly blessed, she thought, to have a friend like Marinette.

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Later that evening, Marinette was in her room with Tikki, trying to relax after a long day of helping her parents in the bakery.

“I’m just saying, Tikki,” Marinette said quietly, though her voice was light and she was clearly joking. Well, mostly joking. “It would just be one bank. I might get to see an angel, and then I could give the money right back!!”

“No, Marinette,” said Tikki in a stern voice.

“It could be a bank owned by bad people!” Marinette went on. “It—“

“No, Marinette,” Tikki repeated.

Marinette smiled softly. “I guess you’re right. But I hope I get to meet that angel anyways.” She blushed. “I can’t believe that I convinced a demon to be good.”

“You’re a very special person, Marinette,” said Tikki. 

Marinette grinned before settling back on her bed. The idea of having helped to make Alya the amazing, compassionate warrior for good that she was… well, it was stunning. It made her feel really good. 

Of course, as Alya had explained, there might be such a thing as being too good. “What if it wasn’t a bank, but it was just some jerk like XY?” Marinette asked. 

“Marinette!” Tikki complained before tossing a pillow at her. “No sinning just to meet an angel!”

Marinette giggled. “I know,” she said. “Still, it’s fun to dream.”

Across the neighborhood, Alya was also dreaming. “Someday,” she promised herself as she thought of telling Marinette the truth. “I promise.”

“Hey, Alya,” called Juleka from across the room. “We’re about to start the show. You want in?”

“Sure!” Alya said. She scurried to the couch and slid down between Juleka and Mylene. And then she settled back to watch the show with some of her best friends in the world.

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AW THAT WAS WONDERFUL

I loved that thank you!

Just imagining this is how the akuma charms are made, via Alya being a smart cookie and smart soul user. That was just so delightful

#submission #demon alya au

[oskea93]

Two Ghost (2)

“You look absolutely stunning.”

I couldn’t help but blush, reaching my hand across the table, intertwining mine and Ryan’s fingers. “You look handsome as well.”

He gave me a smile, bringing my hand up to his lips, “I can’t wait to marry you.”

“I can’t wait to marry you either, Ryan.”

4 months.

Ryan and I were to be married in four months. Every little detail was being taken care of courtesy of the wedding planner I had hired. I wanted this wedding to be special, nice. Seeing as this was my first “official” wedding, I wanted everything to be perfect. I wanted the perfect venue, an amazing reception area, the delicious cake, and my handsome groom waiting for me at the altar. I didn’t have to worry about rival gang members interrupting the ceremony or my groom getting ushered away due to “club shit.”

“Are the girls staying the night with Gemma?”

I took a sip of my water, shaking my head. “No-”I started. “She’s supposed to be dropping them off when dinner is over. Charlotte has a doctor’s appointment tomorrow.”

“Maybe this weekend we can have some alone time.” He spoke, wiggling his eyes brows in a suggestive manner.

I couldn’t help but laugh, “We’ll just have to see about that.”

Silence overtook us once our meals appeared. We made small talk, telling each other how good the food was, finally settling on the check. I watched as Ryan removed his platinum credit card, giving the waitress a smile as she walked off with the payment.

“You sure you don’t want to let Gemma take the girls for the night?” He smiled, reaching for my hand.

I entwined our fingers once again, pulling at his hand, “You know I can’t, baby.”

I had told Ryan from the very start of our relationship that my kids were number one. I wasn’t the type of mother to push them off on other people just because a new man came into my life. Ryan would press every now and then, seeing if I would finally buckle. Unfortunately for him, I wasn’t going to buckle to no one when it came to Charlotte and Sophia...

The car ride home was silent, but a comfortable silent. I watched as the big city lights grew dimmer the closer we got to Charming. The small town coming into focus in the windshield giving me a sense of calm. Even though Ryan was a Hale, he wanted as far away from Charming as possible. He didn’t want to stick around like his two older brothers. He had seen what Charming had become in the past decade and the people that had overtaken the streets. The Hales and SOA were bitter enemies, Jax and Ryan included. The two men had grown up around each other, often getting into fights growing up. From what I heard from Ryan, as soon as he turned 18, he packed up his stuff and left Charming. He didn’t come back to the town until his brother’s untimely death, which he of course blamed on the club.

“You want me to walk you in?” I turned my attention to Ryan as he placed the car in park in front of my house. “You know, make sure there’s no boogeyman or anything.”

I leaned over the center consult, pulling his chin in my hands, placing my lips softly on his. The kiss was slow, sweet. Kissing Ryan was like kissing a soft, fluffy cloud. His lips were tender and plush. Sure, there was the occasional nipping or eagerness, but kissing Ryan felt safe.

“Goodnight, babe.” I pulled away with a smile.

I gathered my things, removing myself from the luxury vehicle. “I’ll call you when I get home.” Ryan smiled. I simply nodded my head, closing the door behind me as I started making my way towards the front door.

As I entered the house, I placed my things down on the entryway table, kicking my heels off to the side. I looked down at my watch seeing that I had at least 30 more minutes before the girls would be home. This was my chance to get a quick shower and get things ready for bedtime. I made my way up the stairs, bypassing my bedroom and went right for the shower. I stripped out of my dress, folding it, and laying it on the counter. I washed up real fast, skipping my hair since it would take too long.

Once I was dressed in my pajamas, I made my way to each of the girls’ rooms, picking out their pjs and getting their beds ready for bed. Hopefully, they would be out when Gemma drops them off but they could also be wired for sound. I would have to be the bad guy and put them to bed after Gemma allowed them to do whatever the hell they wanted at her house.

I ventured down the stairs as headlights flooded through the windows. I slipped on a pair of flip flops and walked out to help get the girls in. Instead of being met with dark curls with streaks of blonde, the blonde, slicked hair of Jackson Teller shown dully in the light of the street lamp. Jax and I stayed silent as he passed me Sophia. I watched from behind as he unbuckled a sleeping Charlotte, carefully removing her from the car. We made our way into the house, carefully taking both sleeping kids up to their bedroom. I almost wanted to forgo putting them in their pajamas since they were sleeping so well. I didn’t want to wake them up, especially Sophia, who became a little gremlin if woken up before time. Thankfully, Jax was able to get both girls into their pajamas and tucked into bed before I could lift a finger.

I made my way down the stairs and into the kitchen, filling the tea kettle, placing it on the stove. I had my back turned, reaching for my cup when a familiar set of hands latched onto my side. “How’s the fiancé?”

I stayed silent for a moment as his lips softly moved from my shoulder up to my neck. He followed the tattoo pattern that was inked in my skin, setting fire to the artwork.

“Fine.” I breathed out.

“Just fine.” He continued to tease. I moaned out loud as his hand crept under my shirt, running his callused hands up and down my side.  

The sound of the tea kettle began to whistle, snapping me out of my lustful thoughts. I quickly pushed away from the counter that Jax had me trapped against and removed the pot from the heat. With shaky hands, I poured the boiling water into the cup, dousing the tea bag in the liquid.

“We gonna talk about what happened the other night?”

I stayed still, watching as the steam rolled off the cup.

The other night.

What happened between Jax and I the other night was one of the reasons why I dreaded seeing him. I was in a vulnerable state that night. I had too many glasses of wine and Gemma was watching the kids for the night. I didn’t expect anyone to come over, especially not Jax. I had just gotten out of the bathtub, only wearing a robe when I answered the door. From what I remembered, Charlotte had left Bullwinkle, her stuffed moose and was now refusing to go to bed without it. Jax showed up, looking like he always does, and next thing I know my robe is off and Jax and I are going at each other like wild animals. I don’t know whether it was the fact that I hadn’t had sex in months or the fact that I was drunk and Jax and I were alone. I woke up the next morning feeling like shit and Jax sleeping next to me.

“I was drunk and that’s it.” I turned around. “It was a mistake and it won’t happen again, okay.”

Jax looked at me for a moment, a Cheshire grin spreading across his face. “Caroline, you weren’t that drunk.”

I looked down at my painted toes, heat spreading across my face. “I had a couple glasses of wine before you even showed. It was a spur of the moment kind of thing and that’s it.”

Jax let out a laugh, his fingers pulling at his unkempt beard. “You make it sound like it was a random hookup, like you and I don’t even know each other.”

I rolled my eyes, taking a sip of my drink. Ever since I met Jax, he has driven me absolutely crazy. I fell in love with him the very first moment I met him, even having sex with him within an hour of knowing him. I was young, naïve, and looking for a way out. I knew I didn’t belong at that bar, I wasn’t like the girls that worked there. I knew that I needed better in my life and being a “hang-around” was not going to be my destiny. I had heard about the infamous Sons of Anarchy, especially Jackson Teller from the other girls. Most of them knew them on a personal level and had certain favorites. Before I even met him, the girls told me to stay away from Jax. He was a whore and was only looking for someone to keep his dick warm for the night. Well, being the naïve 18-year-old I was at the time, I was willing to be that person. From the moment I saw him walk into the bar, I was smitten. I didn’t even care if I never saw this guy ever again, I just wanted to be alone with him for however long.

Fast forward to present day and two children later, I can see why the women at Jury’s gave me such a warning when it came to Jax. They were familiar with men like him, handsome, dangerous, and unfaithful. I didn’t see that until it was too late. I was blinded by the handsome husband and being bought with money, jewelry, and trips to new and exciting places. Not to mention, a gorgeous building to start my clothing store. I didn’t want to believe that my wonderful husband was fucking anything with blonde hair and long legs. I wanted to believe that he was just busy with the club or that stupid porn studio he invested in. When it became evident that Jax and I’s relationship wasn’t going to work anymore, I felt like a total failure. Old ladies don’t leave. Old ladies stick it out and try harder to please their men. Well, I was done trying.

I was able to get away from Jax and keep it that way for almost two years. I met Ryan and we instantly hit it off. He was the ying to my yang. He was the type of guy that never interested me but I was grown and looking for an adult relationship. A few weeks after Ryan purposed, Jax and I started fooling around. It all started when the club went into lockdown and everyone had to go to the Red Woody warehouse. It was late and the sexual tension was building up. It happened in a blink of an eye and I told myself it wouldn’t happen again. I was engaged to be married. I knew what it felt like to be cheated on and here I was fucking my ex in the bathroom of a porn studio. I did everything in my power to stay away from Jax and it seemed like it was working. I guess you could say it was working until last week when we had sex everywhere but the bedroom…

“It’s getting late, Jax.” I spoke.

I didn’t realize how close he had gotten, being close enough that we were almost toe to toe. I looked up at him, his green eyes staring right into mine.

“I can be out of here before the girls get up.” He whispered, his hands finding mine.

If Charlie and Sophia found their dad and I in bed together, that would be one long therapy session that I didn’t have time for. They knew us apart and with other people in my case. Charlotte, especially, would get her hopes up and think that Jax and I were back together. “And what happens if they wake up in the middle of the night from a nightmare or something? What if it starts storming, Jax? You know Sophia hates thunderstorms.” I was trying to come up with every pathetic excuse in the book to get him to leave.

My heart started beating fast as he brought our hands up, pinning them to the wall behind me. I was trapped against the wall, Jax’s body flush against mine. “We’ll cross that bridge if we get to it, darlin.”

#Jax Teller #Jackson Teller #jax teller fanfiction #jax teller imagine #jax x oc #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fanfiction #sons of anarchy imagine #Charlie Hunnam #charlie hunnam fanfiction #charlie hunnam imagine #SOA

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Reader’s Corner: Mint Chocolate, One Piece, and The Intrigues of Haruhi Suzumiya

In Another World With My Smartphone, Vol. 1 (Manga)

If you’re not familiar with this series either in its light novel or anime form, it pretty much is the epitome of the wish-fulfillment isekai with an overpowered MC and a harem of girls. Pretty much everything that can be said of the first light novel volume/first few anime episodes, good or bad, applies to the manga. The protagonist is fairly bland, his overpoweredness is rather ridiculous and pretty much removes all drama, and the titular smartphone isn’t even used that much here, with Touya solving more problems with his ability to use every kind of magic. Still, given that the story doesn’t even try to pretend like it wants to be anything serious, there is still some fun to be had with silly moments and the general feel of enjoying life in another world. As for the manga adaptation, overall it is plenty good with simple but cute art that makes good use of facial expressions, and in my opinion looks better than the anime. Although for some reason, they spelled Linze’s name as “Rinze”, in yet another case of L and R being too similar in Japanese… ~ stardf29

The In Another World With My Smartphone manga is published by Yen Press.*

The Intrigues of Haruhi Suzumiya (Haruhi Suzumiya, Vol. 7)

Time travel is complicated. Part of what draws fans to the Haruhi Suzumiya franchise is the intelligence and sense with which the franchise approaches time travel, among other science fiction elements, and in volume seven of the light novel series, it’s that device that takes center stage. The longest volume to this point, The Intrigues of Haruhi Suzumiya launches its central story in an unusual way, with Mikuru arriving in the Literary Club’s broom closet saying that she was sent from a mere eight days in the future forcefully by the one receiving her, a very confused Kyon. What ensues is one fixed story, a la Disappearance, in which the SOS Brigade and a number of side characters continue to lovingly receive the author’s expert hand in developing their growth as characters, not only personally but in revealing more of their purposes in being where they are and doing what they do. The stakes continue to be pushed higher, with some unexpected excitement and special appearances, along with the author’s crafty weaving of intricate and riddly plot points together. Another successful volume, as the time gets nearer to the physical release date of the long-awaited new novel. ~ twwk

The Intrigues of Haruhi Suzumiya is published by Yen Press.*

Mint Chocolate, Vol. 2

First of all, that cliffhanger in the last volume turned out to be a whole lot of nothing, so thanks for that. Putting that aside, this volume confirms that Kyouhei does indeed carry emotional scars from his mom’s divorce—not just from her infidelity, but also from how she had never particularly been a good wife or mother. This naturally puts some extra stress on the romance that is developing between the stepsiblings. The volume is otherwise mainly a lot of fairly typical shoujo romcom stuff, though overall, I’m still enjoying this series. Even beyond the whole intrigue of the “understandable stepsibling incest” concept, this is a story about overcoming the fear of romance that comes from a broken family, and that I can definitely appreciate. ~ stardf29

Mint Chocolate is published by Yen Press.*

One Piece, Vol. 49

I am getting close to the half-way point in my readthrough of One Piece! I recently finished volume 49, which finishes up the “Thriller Bark” arc and introduces to Brook, the skeleton musician. Thieve chapters have BIG Tim Burton vibes, and I found myself having a Danny Elfman-inspired soundtrack playing in my head as I read through it—zombies, the dead rising, stitched-together monsters, human spirits being separated from their body, and the villainous Moria at the center of it all. In addition to atmosphere, the volume provides action and some beautiful moments as the found family that are the Straw Hats unite for some amazing passages, one of the most interesting of which is when hundreds of shadows are imbued into Luffy giving him the power of 100 people and all of their battle skills. This turns him into the huge, blue Luffy monster seen on the cover. The new characters, development of old ones, and a stronger feeling of camraderie among the Straw Hats Mark volume 49, which for me, makes a successful volume. Still loving it. ~ MDMRN

One Piece is published by Viz Media, with the newest chapters simulpublished via their Shonen Jump imprint.

My Youth Romantic Comedy is Wrong, As I Expected, Vol. 4 (Manga)

Volume four of Oregairu takes an unexpected turn, diving into a pair of side stories from the light novel series that were never animated, both of which involve fan favorite Zaimokuza as he gathers help from the service club to save face with a gaming club and then when he participates in a judo tournament that Hachiman and company organize. Thus, these chapters have a heavy “club anime” feel that’s largely lacking in the anime, and which is a welcome respite for the manga, which has thus far featured a more joyful tone than the other properties. However, most distinctive in this volume is the artwork, as Naomichi Io’s detailing, particularly, has progressed considerably. Hachiman looks far better in this volume as compared to the initial one (and Zaimokuza, too), even getting a scene of fanservice (one of the best panels in the series so far, with Yui blushing as she sees Hachiman stripped down to his boxer briefs). Meanwhile, the color panels that begin the volume are equally lovely, as are some fantasy-focused panels distributed throughout. Fans of Oregairu will find the volume worth purchasing just for these pieces, and perhaps also for the first appearance of a certain character who will play a major role throughout the rest of the series (Senpaiiiiiiii). ~ Twwk

My Youth Romantic Comedy is Wrong, As I Expected is published by Yen Press.*

Your Lie in April, Vol. 9

As I continue my reread of Your Lie in April through the month of April, I’m nearing the home stretch. Volume 9 is a heavier volume than it appears at first glance. At this point, Kousei is teaching Nagi Aiza, who is the younger sister of Kousei’s rival, Takeshi Aiza. Well, sort of. Takeshi sees Kousei as his rival; however, Kousei doesn’t see it as a rivalry because as a child, he didn’t even notice anything (much less anyone) around him when he performed. A lot of other plot threads progress here, too, but a huge component of this volume is a specific focus on Nagi. She was arrogant, angry, and motivated by jealousy. Yet, by the end of the volume, she grows to respect and appreciate Kousei, music, and herself a whole lot more. That last one is key because Nagi had internalized and begun to believe the personal attacks that were said about her by her fellow students. Kousei helped her see herself as something more, as a unique individual and as a fellow traveler in the realm of music. I really appreciated this volume and the character development given to everyone. Also, everyone needs a friend like Watari. ~ MDMRN

Your Lie in April is published by Kodansha.

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Reader’s Corner is our way of embracing the wonderful world of manga, light novels, and visual novels, creative works intimately related to anime but with a magic all their own. Each week, our writers provide their thoughts on the works their reading—both those recently released as we keep you informed of newly published works and older titles that you might find as magical (or in some cases, reprehensible) as we do.

#Manga #Light Novels #In Another World With My Smartphone #Isekai wa Smartphone to Tomo ni. #Haruhi Suzumiya #Suzumiya Haruhi #Mint Chocolate #One Piece #Yahari Ore no Seishun Love Comedy wa Machigatteiru. #My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As I Expected #Oregairu #Your Lie in April #Shigatsu wa Kimi no Uso #Reader's Corner #Articles #Author: stardf29 #Author: TWWK #Author: MDMRN

[loverabbitss]

Drippin’ Like Honey

Y/N P.O.V.

I was out at the store shopping for me and my girlfriends. Since, there's three of us food tends to fly by especially because they eat about five meals a day each. I say girlfriends yet their actually my capturers. They brought me from my family when I was seventeen. Apparently my family needed the money to survive because bills were getting higher, so my parents made the executive decision to sell me.

I will forever hate them for this. When I was first sold to May and April I was resistant. Picking up on my anger and hesitation they tried treating me with care and compassion, but all they got in return was anger and rebellion. So, they started treating me more aggressively. They would feed me when they wanted to, they made me watch them have sex, which wasn't just one or two rounds then done. They'd make me clean up their up off the sheets. If I resented I was put in a room by myself with nothing but a bed and bathroom.

Besides that I'd get spanked. If I ever tried to escape I was beaten until my ass had their hand prints on it. It took me a while to truly get accustomed to them because I was so angry with life. I hated how I had no control over anything. However, I stopped fighting back because I felt it wasn't worth it. That's when May and April say me changing and they changed as well.

They would only make me do things sexually if I wanted it, which now means I won't be waking for weeks. Also, they let me be free, but I still belong to them. I'm brought out of my thoughts when the cashier calls for next in line. After I finish I start on my walk home with three huge bags of groceries. Honestly, this is the only reason I've been pissed lately. They have been sending me to buy groceries making me carry these heavy bags home. Then, when I get home they want me to cook for them. They treat me like a fucking maid and I'm fed up.

I get home after some struggle. I place the bags down to get the key unlocking the door. Once inside I hear moans, grunts, and skin slapping. My eyes roll, typical them fucking each other and wanting me to do everything else in this house. Walking to the kitchen I kick my shoes off then put the groceries away. Slowly the sounds decrease and I know that they've ended that round. I doubt that their finished.

Once, I'm finished in the kitchen I feel a tail brush against my leg. Looking done I see Rima, our Peruvian flat-faces cat. I pick her up kissing her head as she snuggles into me.

"Hey mama, those girls making too much noise for you?" I coo rubbing her fur. She purrs softly enjoying the feeling.

I walk to our room and when I enter I see both of them wrapped into each other. April with her hand on May's ass. Their both drenched with sweat and cum dripping out of their pussies. Ignoring them I was over to our shared closet grabbing my robe because I want to get out of this dress.

"Babygirl, come join us." May requests.

"I think I'm good." I respond.

"That wasn't a question Y/N." April growls.

I put Rima down because when I snap I don't want to drop her mid argument.

"Fuck you." I snap.

"That's no way to speak to your daddy." May says.

"Yeah well if I had one I wouldn't have to be so angry." I bark back puffing then walking back into the closet searching for some pajamas.

While searching I feel hands on my waist twist me around. A angry April is in my face seeping red.

"Since, when have you learn to be so disrespectful?" She asks.

"Since, when both you horn dogs couldn't keep your dick in your pants just to do some simple errands." I growl. I feel April's grip tighten on my waist.

"You could've told us how you felt. You always do, why stop now?" May asks from her position on the bed.

"Because it wouldn't matter anyways I'm just a sex slave and toy to you two. That's all I ever was. I don't even know why I tried to convince myself otherwise." I reply.

Before May could respond April pulls me into a heated kiss. At first I tried not to kiss back, but her lips are so soft and the kiss was filled with passion. Every emotion she felt was put into that kiss as she lifted me up causing me to wrap my arms around her waist. Slowly, we break the kiss once air becomes an issue.

"One, your so sexy when your angry. Two, you know we're in love with you and we're sorry for not being as active in helping anymore. Your right we have been caught up with having sex together or with you that we haven't been doing daily errands and for that we apologize." April says.

"I accept your apology, but" I stop then tug on her horn lightly making her whimper a bit.

"If you ever do that again I will end this relationship." I finish.

Her eyes flash bright gold from her hazel eyes. As you can tell she likes the aggressive type. You'd think May was the soft one, but no way she's right below April. They both fight each other for dominance, although, when it comes to me they know that I'm submissive.

April carries me back to the bed dropping me down. I sit up and from the corner of my eye I see a flash of light blue. A slick tongue makes its away around my ear and my body shivers.

"Papi's going to fuck that pretty pussy hard." May husks in my ear. My pussy flusters becoming very wet.

"Look at our babygirl May she's blushing." April teases.

I duck my head a bit then a hand lefts my head back up.

"Don't hide from us babygirl your to gorgeous for that." April says.

I feel hickies begin to liter my neck. Automatically, I move so that my neck is easily accessible. Hands start undressing me untying my dress. I didn't wear anything underneath because there was no need to.

"Gosh your so sexy." April growls as she crawls on the bed getting between my legs.

Her hands wrap themselves around my thighs parting them.

"No no, let's lay her down." May suggests pulling away from her artwork on my neck.

April agrees and they lay me down. She gets between my legs again, her face right in from of my pussy. Her smile widens.

"You smell delicious baby." She moans licking her lips.

She takes no time diving in. I moan moving my hand to her horns holding onto them. May comes in from of me with her fat cock ready to play. I open my mouth allowing her to enter her favorite place. Her eyes close and she's lost in pure bliss as I begin sucking her. April curls her tongue and my back arches. The motion caused me to take May down my throat.

"Fuck babygirl! Just like that." May moans.

Her hand goes to the back of my head and she stills my actions. She starts fucking my face relentlessly. May was lost in her own bliss and April was destroying me with her tongue. She swirls her tongue around my clit as she sucks on it. I moan around May's cock making her tighten her grip.

"I-I-I'm c-close. Take my cum like a go—ughh good cumslut" she struggles to demand.

With three last deep thrusts May cums down my throat. Her warm cum just keeps flowing. Suddenly, my stomach clenches and my hands are gripping April's horns tightly. She moans against my pussy, which takes me over the edge and I'm squirting. I pant heavily and the girls look at me shocked because I've never squirted before.

"We need to get you angry more often." May says.

"Try me and you both will be using dildos to fuck each other." I reply. They both pout.

I lean up on my forearms kissing both their pouts.

"Mmm, I can't feel my legs. Daddyyyy whyyy." I whine. She smirks.

"Because you were being bad." She responds.

I'm lifted from the bed and sunken down onto May's cock cowgirl style. I moan loudly still being sensitive. I feel a finger enter my ass and I groan.

"Your almost there baby." May encourages me as April prepares me for her cock. I grind slowly on May. She grips my hips helping me adjust.

"Papi your so big, your stretching my little hole out." I moan.

April slowly slips in two more fingers and my asshole clenches around them. I bite my lip to keep from whimpering. She cock is two inches thicker than May's so it's hard for her to just slip in.

"Ready babygirl?" April asks.

I nod. She takes our her fingers and lubricates her cock. Slowly she slips her cock into my ass I moan loudly throwing my head against her shoulder. Her hands wrap around and grip my breasts pinching my nipple piercings. Both of my holes clench when she tugs them a bit.

"Oh fuck yes." I moan softly.

I begin to bounce on both cocks. One of April's hands wraps around my neck and the other stays on my breasts. Soon May starts pounding into my pussy and April picks up the message pounding into my ass too. Skin slapping, moans, growls, grunts we're evidently loud throughout the house.

"Ahhh I'm so full." I moan loudly.

"Your so tight." May groans.

My holes clench around both cocks making them grunts. We were fucking like animals without a care in the world. We were loud screaming and moaning. Sweat dripping like honey down our skin. After continuous pounding me they both stilled in me as they came together feeling each other cum. The feeling of their cocks shooting cum into my snatches forced me into cumming hard. I screamed their names knowing that I probably disturbed the neighbors.

"Shit papi and daddy!" I screamed.

I leaned against April for support as we all came down from our high. She whispers into my ear.

"Your going to look so good with our cum leaking out of your holes." She smacks my ass. I bite my lip.

From there that lead to 10 more rounds 5 of which were on our bath tub.

We all had sweat Drippin’ like Honey.

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Everfalls

•Chapter 17•

This is based off of the artwork by oceanteeeth on Instagram! Also shout out to my Beta super.rose.cosplays!

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(Summary: The Losers attend the school's annual field trip to a small island. What possibly could go wrong?! )

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The next morning Richie drove the two Ancestors to school in time to meet up at the required time before the bus leaves at 6.

“What animal schedules a school trip at 6 am?” Richie groaned as he parked at his normal spot in the school parking lot. Once the engine was off Richie finally turned to look at Eddie but quickly glanced down at their hands that were intertwined on the console between them.

After the fight and Richie’s terrible impressions, they eventually made up; they both mentally agreed that they can’t risk separating at this point, especially with the trip in literal hours.

“Well we’re here, we can’t bail now,” Eddie shrugged as he looked from Richie, out into the rising sun over the horizon. “Come on, let’s go puppy.” Eddie requested with a smirk as he opened his door, nearly took a step out before he looked over to Richie for help, his big doe eyes shining in the morning sun.

Richie smiled warmly before he hopped out, went to Eddie’s side and took his hand in his to help him down. “M'lady,” Richie said as Eddie stepped down beside him.

In response he got a slap on the shoulder, “Trashmouth” Eddie playfully rolled his eyes. He grabbed his bag from the back and stepped aside to allow Richie to retrieve his own before they closed the trunk and made their way towards the school.

The rest of the Losers could be seen by the bleachers not too far away from where the teachers were rounding up all the other students who were going on the trip.

“Sup Losers!” Richie called out as he and Eddie approached the others.

“Hey Rich, glad you could make it.” Bev shot him a smirk as she took a drag from her cigarette.

“I don't think any of us have ever seen you up before 8.” Mike joked, he turned to Eddie and asked, “Did you have to lure him out of bed with like a 6 shot of coffee?”. Mike didn’t make jokes like that often, but when he did, they were good.

Richie let out a bark of laughter and slapped his thigh, “Aha! Mikey gets off a good one. No but seriously imma pass out on the bus wake me up when it’s time to go home”. No one was sure whether he was being serious or not…

It was a miracle that all of the Losers were conveniently going on this trip. It was an English trip that was always accompanied by the Creative Writing class, which was taught by Mrs. Stuart. So Richie, Eddie, Ben and Stan were all in English together while Bev, Bill and Mike took the creative writing class.

While they awaited for further instructions from their teachers, the teens talked about random gossip they’d heard recently or rant about family/school life. Almost everyone had something to add, almost. Bill nodded and looked interested, yet he never spoke, well unless he was spoken to but everyone got the vibe that he wanted to be left alone (which was correct). So he stood slightly behind Stanley, so close that the taller boy could feel Bill’s heavy sigh on the back of his neck. It sent shivers down Stan’s spine.

When it was time to line up to get onto the bus, the Losers were the first in line. It allowed them to get the luxury of the back seats. Bill claimed the window seat of the second last seat, Stan slid in beside him, the two boys almost immediately fell asleep, Bill head rested on Stan’s shoulder while Stan’s rested on top of Bill’s. Mike claimed the seat behind them, the back seat. He sat on the edge with his feet in the aisle to face his friends. Richie and Eddie took one back seat while Ben and Bev claimed the one in front of them.

Everyone got settled and ready for the hour (or so) ride ahead. Suddenly, Ben whipped out Uno, things just got interesting.

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“Don’t you fucking dare do it” Eddie glared daggers at Richie who slowly placed a pick up four card on top of the privious Uno card.

“Fucking hell!” Eddie swore as he tossed the rest of his cards down onto the pile.

Richie couldn’t hold back his laughter as he watched Eddie fume and sulk in the corner. Ben and Bev joined in as they sat on their knees and leaned over the back of their seat and into Eddie and Richie’s area.

“Wanna play another round?” Ben inquired as Eddie shook his head.

“I’m tired- plus if this ass hat pulls another plus 4 card out I’m going to kill everyone on this bus, then myself” Eddie said in a joking tone.

Once Bev and Ben were turned around and settled back into their seat, Eddie leaned his head against the window and his hands on his knees.

Neither of them could deny the fact that they both felt a little claustrophobic on the bus, their Ancestral sides craved to break out and run free. They felt too big for their bodies, like their skin was stretching and their bones were aching.

Richie examined the other Ancestor, the morning sunlight made his freckles shine like stars in the night sky. As much as he wanted to count each and every one of them, his attention was caught by something that rippled over Eddie’s hand. He looked down and noticed how the veins on Eddie's hands, the ones that usually go unnoticed, were dark, almost black. As if someone had injected a black ink like iquo into his veins. Richie quickly slapped a hand over Eddie’s.

Eddie’s eyes snapped down to the hand that Richie held. “It’s okay Rich, it happens on the full moon sometimes. Usually not this early on in the day but- later on it’ll get worse. For the both of us” A grime wave passed over Eddie's eyes as he looked at Richie.

Richie shook his head, slowly, and carefully took Eddie’s hand in his and lifted it up to his face where he kissed the back of his hand, black veins and all.

Eddie blushed, leaned forward and buried his face into the crook of Richie’s neck. Richie wrapped his arm around Eddie’s shoulders and held him close. “Get some shut eye, we’ve still got a ways to go…”.

~

“Okay ladies and gentlemen” Mr Brock said as he stepped off the bus, ahead of the students. “Woah one by one” He instructed as the students began rushing out of the bus.

The losers were the first ones on, that mean they would be the last ones off. Seeing the cliffs, the long green grass, the water that came with the salt in the air, Eddie and Richie were dying to get out and be one with nature. Their extra energy had them bouncing in their seats as they waited for the line up to slowly make its way out of the bus.

“Tag” Richie whispered into Eddie’s ear the moment he stepped off the bus. Immediately afterwards he started sprinting away from the bus, his Ancestral blood pumping through his veins, a certain weight lifted off their shoulders as they ran out in the open. Richie had ran in a circle around their group of students before Eddie quickly caught up and slapped his back-

“Boys calm down!” Mrs. Stuart, called out with a small glare.

Richie halted, Eddie ran into his back. They both turned and giggled like little school girls. “Good one Rich, getting us in trouble before the tour even starts” Eddie mumbled as Richie elbowed him back in response.

Soon a representative from the island came to talk to them and explain how they’d go to the main castle and that’s where they’d meet the tour guide. During that time, Riche took a moment to survey his surroundings.

The wind blew in soft bursts through the tall lush grass on the outskirts of the small city, which consisted of the main building, which could’ve been called a small castle by the way it looked from the outside. Not only was it a castle but it also dubbed as a hotel. But there were also about 20 houses and some general stores. Beyond the main city area, the grass flowed out onto the gravel beaches and into the white waves. Farther out, down a hill there would be ruins of the original city that once laid there. All that was left were tunnels, caves and cement foundation.

“Now this would be a cool place to spend a full moon…” Richie’s voice drifted off as he imagined it in his head.

“Hmm sure” Eddie replied without taking his eyes away from the teacher who was speaking.

“Seriously though! Imagine it, running wild in the ruins, frightening the villagers” Richie jokes. Eddie rolled his eyes, Richie sighed, “Okay what about the beach? You can’t say you haven’t imagined spending a full moon out by the water” he reasoned as he looked at Eddie straight on.

Eddie’s arms that had once been crossed were now down by his sides, “Even if I did, it’s not like we can, our safest option is to just spend it with your dad. We cannot risk getting caught, not now” he huffed.

The wolf knew the rabbit had a point, but he couldn’t help thinking what it would be like to live like the Ancestors had before, at one with nature.

~

“So if you would kindly follow me into the lobby where you will be introduced to your tour guide for today” The man explained as he led the group through the little town area that separated them from the castle.

All the students oowed and awed at the old fashioned buildings that sat on either side of the road they walked on. Everything was made out of red burgundy bricks, wooden rooftops and white fences.

“It is kinda cool…” Eddie mumbled to Richie.

The group approached the castle and noticed the professional looking lady that stood on the front steps. “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you so much for coming to our quaint little island of Balmoral” The lady held her arms out to welcome the students before she continued her speech. “This island is protected by the ocean on all sides, the only way of accessing it is during the day while the tide is low. So our time is short, that’s why I’m so glad we get to have you all hear for the limited time between high tide, shall we begin?”.

“That’s what I was saying! Come on Eddie spaghetti you really need to start listening to me-“ Richie was cut off when he ran into Eddie who was walking infront of him, but had ubrutly stopped. “Woah what’s up spaghetti-“

“Shut up trashmouth” Eddie hissed, his eyes wide, body frozen in shock. Before Richie could question him further, Eddie took a few swift steps and practically hid behind Richie’s taller figure.

“Shut up- Shut up shut up!” Richie turned to face Eddie who shrank back, away from Richie touch. His voice was low and anxious, he was almost shaking as his eyes finally met.

“Woah what’s going on. Eddie talk to me” Richie whispered low enough for only Eddie to hear. To comfort Eddie, Richie reached his hand out and placed it on the back of the other’s head, sliding his fingers under Eddie’s beanie and into his hair. He felt Eddie physically melt into his touch

Eddie hesitated before he Began, “T-That lady is-“.

“Everything okay?” Mike asked with concern as he came up from behind them.

“A-Asthma” Eddie gasped as he started waving his hand around as if he were gesturing for someone to give him something.

Richie rapidly clued in on what Eddie was gesturing to. He did that dance when you check your pockets, he tried his inner jacket pocket, outer jacket pocket, amd both of his pant pockets. Then hre remembered where he kept it and leaped to open his bag’s back pocket. Quickly he yanked Eddie’s spare inhaler from the pocket, shook it rapidly and handed it to Eddie.

The rabbit barley had any time to question why Richie had it before he popped it in his mouth, one pump, two pumpes. Finally his breath slowly began to return.

“I-I’m okay” Eddie breathed, releaved to be able to have his breath back.

“Always prepare, right Rich?” Mike clapped him on the back, shooting him a proud smile before he went to catch up with the rest of the Losers who were at the front of the group. Stan had noticed Eddie’s little attack and instead of leading the rest of the group towards the ancestors, he suggested they go towards the front to hear what the tour guide had to say, in hopes that they wouldn’t notice what was happening.

Eddie and Richie stayed behind as they turned to face eachother.

“What the hell is going on?” Richie demanded with a serious tone.

“Me? Why the hell do you have my spare inhaler? I knew I lost this thing!”.

“I took it to be prepared for exactly this” Richie said.

Eddie began theoriesing, “But my asthma never fucking acts up anymore so why-“.

Richie sntached the inhaler out of Eddie’s grasp and shoved it back into his pocket, “OKay I was worried? Sue me. What the fuck happened in the first place?”.

It was almost as if Eddie had forgotten what he’d seen only minutes before. “That lady, the fucking tour guide, is in the council-“

“WHAT!” Richie exclaimed, catching everyone’s attention in doing so. The students, teachers, and the lady tour guide all turned to stare at the all too shocked teenage boy and his smaller, feistier boyfriend. “What do you mean this was Shakespeare's summer cottage! That’s so cool” Richie joked as he forced a laugh. Thankfully his shitty performance made everyone feel awkward enough to look away as the tour guide continued her introduction.

“Jesus trashmouth” Eddie groaned as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“Not the time Kasbrak, you've got some explaining to do” Richie rubs the back of his kneck as he closes his eyes in hopes of rubbing away the emarrasment he just endured.

“That lady is Elizah Brightmoon, she’s the leader of the fucking council” Eddie stressed.

Richie raised his eyebrows, “What? How the hell is she here?” He interrogated.

“How the fuck am I supposed to know? What are we supposed to do! If she sees me I’m as good as dead. And we both know they wouldn’t mind that” Eddie glanced away, behind Richie’s shoulder to look at the tour guide, Elizah. She was explaing the plan for their day.

“Call your parents they must know what to do” Eddie waved wildingly at Richie who proceeded to search for his phone.

The teen found his phone in his inner jacket pocket and quickly dialed his dad’s mobile number which Went had him memorize when he was a kid. His heart nearly stopped when he heard the beep and a robotic voice tell him that he’s ‘Out of range of any cellular towers’ and that he should ‘please find the nearest cellular tower to continue your call’.

“Shit, I don’t have service” Richie groaned as he ran his hand over his snapback, carful not to reveal his wolf ears.

“What does that mean?” Eddie lifted an eyebrow as he had yet to grasp all of the human’s concepts of technology.

“I-I can’t call them. We’re on our own” Richie realized.

“Now if you’d follow me then we can begin our tour of the castle” Elizah began as she moved into the castle. The group slowly followed behind her, Richie and Eddie shared a look or worry before they tilted their heads down and followed behind everyone else.

~

The tour actually went fairly well, once they were shown the main lobby of the castle, Mr Brock split them up into two groups, one group went with Eliza while the other went with Mr Brock and Janet, one of the other tour guides who was, according to Eddie ‘some random lady he didn’t know’.

By the power of lucky, or magic, Eddie and Richie were put into the group led by Janet. Aside from the two being nearly overwhelmed by worry, they were actually kinda able to enjoy the tour with their friends.

First Janet led them through the castle, citing off random facts about its creation and the builder. Which The Losers mostly listened to, Rich and Bev made jokes about what the creator probably really did in each room, Eddie complained about how dirty everything probably is (and worried about the whole council thing). Ben, Stan and Mike actually listened and tried to take notes. Bill tried to as well but he couldn’t help but notice how tense Richie and Eddie had become.

Sure things were tense between Eddie and Bill (Richie too, even though Bill didn’t know Richie’s secret, he was still on edge), but it was as if they made a mental agreement to stay on opposite ends of their group and keep to limited conversation if any.

Before they left the castle, Janet showed them around the lobby. The room was massive, and very fancy. White tiled floors, high ceilings with intricate designs made of gold and silver. In the middle was a massive crystal chandelier that hung elegantly from the ceiling. In the main area of the lobby there were couches and love seats for people to sit or wait, the main desk, and in the back there was an almost museum like set up.

The tour guide held her hand out to show off the display cases infront of her as she led toe group towards the back of the lobby. “Here we have our artifact sections. Everything here had an important part in Balmoral’s creation, from the first shovel that broke dirt to the last weapon that was used as defense” Janet paused in the middle of the mini musem to allow the students to wander and look at the artifacts.

There were about 10 display cases that house various items, shovels and pickaxes as Janet described, as well as old knives, daggers, rusty old guns. But one gun in particular caught Bill’s eye, it looked newer, cleaner and shinier. A familiar small patch of rust around the mussel.

Old memories flooded his mind as he recalled the various times his father had sat him down and told him his latest and greatest story from the most recent hunt. Bill’s lips unconsciously curved into a grim smile, his eyes became a little wateryer as his hand brushed overtop of the glass casing. It couldn’t be, it can’t be…

A hand landed on his shoulder, breaking Bill out of his thoughts, “You okay Big Bill?” Mike asked curiously.

Bill quickly wiped at his eyes, catching any tears that might have managed to escape during his emotional moment. “Yep, yep. A-All good” Bill nodded, turning away from the case to face the rest of the group.

“Wanna go check out the murals?” Mike inquired, already steering Bill in the direction of the paintings.

After the castle Janet showed them outside through the big glass doors in the back of the mini musem. From there she took them around the fields surrounding the town. Mr. Brock gave them a mini lecture of the history behind the island and it’s original purpose while the students listened and took notes as it would help with their final project. The teacher explained that the final project would have the students do a presentation on one of the town’s famous stories that they’ve picked up on the trip. Balmoral was famous for various pieces of lore and make believe creatures, so the students had a lot to choose from.

The group was already sat outside so when the teacher announced it was time for lunch they simply opted to stay outside and eat on the lush grass by the water.

“Guys I’m kinda feeling a little uh homesick, might go on a walk, anyone want to join me?” Richie urburtly stood up.

“Yeah, love to” Eddie pipped up.

“OKay good, thanks, bye guys” Richie waved and they were off before anyone else could get a word in.

“Well that was normal” Beverly noted as she took a bit of her sandwich.

Stan inhaled and let out a loud sneeze, “Allergies”, he brushed it off.

Bill kept an eye on the two who were walking away from the group. He leaned over to Stan “Keep an e-eye on the-them, something isn’t ri-right” He whispered.

Stan shook his head, retrieved a kleenex from his pocket and whipped his nose. “What do you think is wrong?” He inquired.

“I-I don’t know” Bill lied. Sure, he didn’t knew exactly what Eddie’s intentions were but he knew for sure that he wasn't human. He saw it with his own eyes! That day at the sleepover, ears like a rabit, the night before, eyes as blue as ice. He’s literally seen Eddie transform into a rabbit.

Bill couldn’t stop replaying the events from last night in his head. ‘Where I come from, if he isn’t from here then where the hell is he from? There’s this council, and they rule above all else. After I saved him, they came in. Apparently I had ‘gotten to close’ and ‘revealed our secret’ These must be pretty fuking important secrets if they would kill an innocent man just to keep them hidden.

My dad didn’t do anything, he just wanted some time away from the hecticiness of the Denbrough household, is that too much to fucking ask? Now Eddie, my only fucking lead might be a dead end! And if he isn’t to blame then who the hell is? Some fucking council?

He snapped out of his thoughts when a hand touched his own. What Bill hadn't realized was that his fingers had curled into fists, tight fists, white knuckles and all. He slowly released his fists when Stan rested his own hand on top of them.

“You okay?” Stan asked curiously, his big blue eyes as pure as ever.

Bill sighed, his shoulders sagged, “F-Fine”. Stan leaned away from Bill and sneezed again.

~

Their day was almost over, they only had one place left to go which was Shakespeare's cabin, but that’s when Stan sneezed into his elbow. When he looked at the sleeve of his grey cardigan he noticed the disgusting looking mucus that now sat on the material. Not even a minute later Stanley stumbled over his own feet, he reached out to grasp Bill’s shoulder and even out his center of gravity.

The sudden touch ripped Bill’s attention away from the two ancestors and he re-focused it on Stan, who was now leaning up against him. “Are you oh-okay?” He asked, worried.

Stan looked up into Bill’s eye as he wrapped his arm around the other’s shoulders for support. “I’m fine Bill… I’m fine” Stan mumbled, his voice almost too mumbled to understand. A moment later he snapped his head away from Bill and proceeded to vomit all over the nice tile floor of the castle’s lobby.

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What happened to Stan? Will he recover from whatever he has? What will happen to Eddie and Richie as the full moon approaches? Will Elizah find out about the two runnaway Ancestors?

Find out next Friday on Everfalls!

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Two Cursed Detectives in Paris: Landing

Chasing down their suspect has lead Connor and Eerie, two detectives cursed with animal-like qualities, to France. There they find two kids madly in love with each other, even if they don't realize it yet. But with the help of two American detectives, love might just find a way...

Based on the Chouette! story and artwork that can be found here.

(If you haven't seen Chouette! before, then don't worry - I explain everything that matters for the plot.)

Hello and welcome to this fic that I have been very much looking forward to for the past month! I've been obsessed with Chouette since I first saw it in April of last year, so combining my two favorite obsessions into one gloriously fluffy fic felt only natural. And if I can get you to join me in this fledgling fandom, then I'll be absolutely thrilled!

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 (Final)

Enjoy!

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Broadly speaking, she was cursed.

Although not in the sense that most people thought of when they heard the word “Cursed.” ‘Oh, my hair just won’t cooperate! I must be cursed!’ ‘My TV is flickering, it must be cursed!’

No, she really was cursed. If the talon-like nails, the head that swiveled three hundred and sixty degrees, and a host of other little abnormalities were anything to go off of, then probably cursed by the spirit of an owl. Or maybe she was possessed by an owl spirit? Honestly she had never been too clear on how it all worked despite living with it since middle school. It’s not like she’d been given a handbook or introductory pamphlet to help her through those first few rough months. Or the rough years that followed.

The ‘owl horns’ in her hair could be held down by her bow and the talons just looked like well manicured nails, but the red eyes and orange marking around her eyes like a mask were a dead give away. Not to mention the mossy green hair. At twenty two years old, it hadn’t been a long life so far, but it had certainly been full of struggle.

But that was who she was to the people who just saw her curse and decided not to look any further.

More specifically, she was Eerie. Eerie Escamilla, top of her class out of law school, junior detective and intern at the Cursed Special Unit, filled with people with a similar… background to her. A snore drew her attention to her left, toward one such person.

Connor MacThomas was cursed, like her, but with a raccoon rather than an owl. They hadn’t let him bring his favorite pillow with him into their first class seating, but he managed with his soft and bushy tail. She had to bite her lip to keep from aw’ing at the way his little raccoon ears twitched ever so slightly in his sleep. It wouldn’t do to be cooing at someone who was debatably her boss but unquestionably the more experienced detective between them.

Evidently, he could feel her eyes on him since he chose that moment to wake up. He yawned and stretched, his gloved hands grasping at the roof of the airplane. His hands were his greatest strength and his glaring weakness - so sensitive he could read the mood of a person by touch, which also made them so vulnerable he kept them in sturdy leather gloves worn thin by constant use.

His eyes, with their light blue sclera, opened up as he blinked at her, a bleary smile on his lips. Those eyes stood out all the more for the black mask, so similar to her own orange one, surrounding them. Another person might have thought that his crumbled, messy appearance was because he’d just spent the last five hours sleeping curled up on himself. But Eerie knew that was just how he always looked.

He adjusted himself, pulling down his shirt since it had ridden up a little. Her eyes followed the movement and she felt her cheeks heat up. Her heart fluttered and she quickly looked away, towards the window. A bad idea, given her fear of heights and suddenly her heart was fluttering for a different reason entirely. Her eyes widened and her breathing started to come in short bursts.

“Eerie?” Connor seemed to pick up on her panic quickly, if the concern in his voice was any indication. “Eerie. Boss. Look at me.” With a force of effort, she tore her eyes away from the window. “I didn’t pay much attention to the briefing. Why don’t you tell me about this mission?”

That was a blatant lie, but she was too grateful to call him out on it. She took a deep breath and gladly switched into lecture mode.

“We’ve been on this guy’s tail for the last couple months, picking apart his forgery operation back home.”

Connor grinned and stretched his hands. “Most of which was spent convincing rich people to let me get my paws all over their fancy but fake statues and busts.”

“And the rest of it was me doing meticulous art research,” Eerie said, rolling her eyes with a smirk.

“Of course, boss.” Connor didn’t break eye contact as he reached behind him to close the window with one hand. “And then what?”

“Well, I noticed that all the pieces had one thing in common - all the authentic ones are currently housed in the Louvre. And considering a lot of them aren’t even on display for the public-”

“Explaining why the fancy art people didn’t know they were being had.”

“-that means that the guy we’ve been after is in Paris, France and likely works at the Louvre. The local authorities have it up to their necks just trying to handle some crazy stuff happening in the French capital, so when the Chief offered to send the detectives already on the case...”

“...They were more than happy to accept,” Connor finished. “And luckily, we both know French, so this works out à la perfection.”

Eerie made a disapproving sound. “About that last part…”

“Yeah, boss?” A stewardess handed him a package of peanuts which he quickly tore into.

“I learned French because it was the only foreign language they offered in high school and I thought being bilingual would be good for a resume.” Eerie propped her elbow up on their armrest and put her chin on her hand, staring at Connor. “But you never seemed the type to care about stuff like that. Why did you learn French?”

To her surprise, he blushed. “It’s, uh… it’s not important.”

“Really?” Eerie blinked innocently at him. “So you wouldn’t mind telling me then. Right?”

Connor stuck out his tongue at her. “Nosey.”

“Comes with the detective territory, boss. Spill.”

After watching her for a long moment, he slumped his shoulders and groaned. “I did it to impress a girl, alright?”

Eerie’s eyebrows flew up. “Wow, really?”

“It was middle school okay?” Connor crossed his arms as his tail twitched in irritation behind him. “It didn’t work either, obviously. That was, uh, just before the whole curse thing happened. But I stuck with it!” Connor paused. “Well, mostly.”

“What do you mean, ‘mostly’?”

“Well, I’m conversational at least…”

“Connor! You said you were fluent!”

“No,” he replied. “I said I can speak it.”

“That-” Eerie stopped herself and pinched the bridge of her nose. It was a complication, but if anyone could manage to get by without knowing the native language, it was Connor. He was more resourceful than he looked. “Okay, fine.”

Their conversation was cut short as the pilot announced that they would be landing soon. They glanced at each other, Eerie locked eyes with him as he began eating the package the peanuts came in. Both of them reached the same conclusion. With more people waking up around them, it wasn’t as safe to talk about their assignment. It would have to wait until the hotel.

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Connor's hand hesitated at the door to their shared hotel room. Knowing their mission designer, he’d half expected her to get them a room with only one bed. Jemina was great and all, but sometimes she was even more pushy about his relationship with Eerie than his own mother was. He opened the door and breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, this room did have two beds. With some big business event happening in Paris at the moment, two rooms was out of the question.

“As much as I appreciate being stuck staring at your fluffy butt, can you get a move on?” Eerie’s voice brought him back into the moment. “This stuff is heavy.”

“Right, sorry.” He stood still for another moment and looked behind him. “...So you like what you see back there, huh?” His tail swished back and forth happily.

She rolled her eyes and pushed him with her foot. Snickering, he stepped forward set to work turning the bed into something almost like home. Before long, he heard her speak up again.

“...How did you manage to pack your giant banana pillow?”

“Very carefully,” Connor said in what he hoped was a cool and mysterious way. “I figured you wouldn’t let me build a nest of pillows and blankets-”

“Accurate. I don’t want to get the house keepers annoyed with us. We’ll be here for the next few weeks after all.”

“-so this is the next best thing. Thankfully for me, Nanners here is a cuddlebug.” To prove his point, Connor laid down on his bed and spooned the person-sized banana. He opened one eye to see Eerie hiding a smile with her hand. His heart melted at how cute she was in this moment.

His eyes widened at the thought. She’s your intern, he mentally chastised himself, get ahold of yourself. He quickly sat up and put his legs over the side of his bed, facing Eerie.

“So now we’re in Paris. You remember the next part?”

“Yup, some of us pay attention to the mission briefing.” Eerie rolled her eyes, but a smirk still played at her lips. “Tomorrow, we’ll be setting up our covers. Chief managed to get us some part time jobs. Apparently I’m going to be doing deliveries for a local bakery.”

Connor frowned. “That sounds delicious. Is it too late to switch?” He asked with a hopeful lilt to his voice.

“Way too late. But hey,” she said, squeezing his shoulder. “You’re going to be an English tutor for some rich kid, I’m sure they’ll keep you well fed.” She pursed her lips. “With actual people food. So no digging around in the garbage.”

Connor feigned a gasp. “Boss, this is Paris! They have the finest, most gourmet trash in the whole world. How can you ask me not to try the local cuisine?”

“It’s not- No! We’re going to actual restaurants, I’m not letting you dumpster dive while we’re here. We’re supposed to be undercover, remember? And that’s exactly the sort of thing that will draw unwanted attention.”

“You’re just using that as an excuse ‘cuz you don’t want me eating garbage.” He waggled his finger right below her nose. She gently pushed it aside, but even with that brief touch he could a vague feeling of her emotions - a mix of exasperation and amusement.

“You’re exactly right. Is it working?”

His tail flicked back and forth irritatedly behind him. “...Maybe,” he grumbled.

“Good,” she said with far too much pep for his liking. “Now, it’s been a long day and we don’t start our new jobs until tomorrow. I’m going to take a nap.”

Connor yawned. “I think I’ll do the same.”

“You slept for most of the trip here!”

“And that was very exhausting!”

Eerie stared at the ceiling for a few long moments before laughing and soon enough he joined her.

“Good night, boss.”

“Night, boss.”

#Chouette Fanfic #Miraculous Ladybug #Connor MacThomas #Eerie Escamilla #ml fanfiction #my writing #Two Cursed Detectives in Paris

[kagami190]

“Death & Rebirth” Chapter 1

Chapter 1 - Death

Prologue

Konata, Kagami, and Tsukasa sat around a table at the Hiragi household, finding themselves restless in the summer after graduation. And as per usual, Konata had found something to rant about. What was unusual was that it wasn't anime or games or even something arbitrary - she seemed it have a genuine concern with the lack of romance during their high school years.

"The funny thing about it is," Konata said holding up one finger in a declaration, "As much as we talk about it, not one of us goes seeking out boys."

"YOU'RE the one who's talking about it," Kagami said annoyed, "I think that's personal stuff and it's rude to ask someone about it if they're uncomfortable."

"And me talking about boys and dating makes you uncomfortable?" "Yes!" Kagami said, "Why else would I have said that?!"

"Well we have been friends for a long time,". Tsukasa interjected followed by an innocent smile, "If you can't talk about things like that with girlfriends, who else would you talk about it with?"

"That's my point though, what's there to talk about?" Konata said, "No one even talks about having a crush. We're missing a core dynamic in a female social circle."

"I've just had more important things to concentrate on." Kagami said, "I was worried about my grades up until the day of graduation... Wow, can you guys believe we're done with high school?"

"I can believe that." Konata said, pausing for a beat, "What I can't believe is how a group of hotties like ourselves made it to the end of high school without so much as holding hands with someone."

"Wow," Kagami said, "You're not letting this one go, are you? "I'm just saying," Konata said.

"She does have a point," Said Tsukasa, looking sadly at the ground, "I mean, I don't think I'm ugly..."

"You're not." Kagami said, "You just have priorities as I do."

Tsukasa smiled, "Thanks, sis." She turned to Konata, "But Kona-chan you've never really cared about boys and relationships anyway. Why start now?" Tsukasa asked.

"I'm just making an observation," Konata said, "Not like it keeps me up at night." "Yeah, I'm sure your pervy dating sims satisfy your loneliness anyway." Kagami teased.

"Nah, I don't get off on it or anything. My dad might with his dating sims, but I'd rather not think about his gaming practices." Konata said, shivering a little.

"So then why play them?" Kagami asked. "It's a great social exercise," Konata said nodding.

"Right," Kagami rolled her eyes, "Social skills for the social life you don't have?"

Konata shrugged, "It beats talking to people and trying to convince them to be my friend. In the game everyone likes me."

"That's all well and good," Kagami started, "But the adult scenes?"

"Good study material for how stuff is gonna go down in college. Girls gotta be prepared to face the world of naughty coed antics."

Kagami sighed, "Riiiight. If you say so." Tsukasa gasped, "Is... THAT what happens in college?!

-1-

Konata stood at the front door of the Hiragi household, about to leave for the night.

"Bye Kona-chan! Thanks for stopping by." Tsukasa said smiling at her friend, "And thanks for letting me borrow this anime DVD. Promise I'll give it back."

"Yeah, you'd better," Konata said matter-of-factly, "I know where you live." "Real nice, creep-a-zoid." Kagami shook her head.

"You know I'm your hero." Konata winked, waving to the twins as she walked out, "Have a good one!"

"Bye!" The girls said in unison.

And with that, Konata had left for the evening.

"What'd she lend you?" Kagami asked.

"Oh, some kind of show about giant robots." Tsukasa said, taking a second to think quizzically, "For some reason, she really wanted me to watch it."

"Giant robots huh?" Kagami said, "I've seen a lot of those around in my life - which one is it?"

" I think it's called Ev******," Tsukasa said.

"Really?" Kagami said, "Sounds kinda Christian or biblical."

"Yeah, but she said it was really good and thought-provoking." Tsukasa said, "So I figured what the heck."

Kagami shrugged, "If Konata likes it, it has to be weird."

"Probably," Tsukasa said knowingly, "I won't be able to watch it tonight though - I have some college applications to fill out."

"I already sent mine off," Kagami said worriedly, "You know, you should have sent yours by now too."

Tsukasa felt a slight sweat drop of embarrassment, "Always one step ahead of me, sis."

"I'm riddled with anxiety waiting for the responses, though..." Kagami sighed. "Ya mind if I watch that anime tonight then? If you're not gonna watch it I may as well to keep myself occupied."

"Sure, sis!" Tsukasa happily handed the DVD to her sister.

"Thanks, Tsukasa." Kagami smiled, "Let me know if you need any help with those college applications."

"Kay. Night, Sis." Tsukasa said walking off. "Night," Kagami replied looking down at the anime DVD case she was holding.

It was a standard DVD case with a white piece of paper inserted where the artwork would usually be, on the spine in pen the title read, "Ev*****: Death and Rebirth."

Kagami opened the case to find a burnable, unlabeled DVD-R on the inside.

Kagami rolled her eyes. Of course, Konata would only have an illegally burned copy of a DVD. Probably purchased at some anime convention somewhere at a shady bootleg table. She briefly pondered how bootleggers got away with stuff like that at public events. It must be such a staple of Otaku culture that they just let it slide.

Kagami shrugged at her inner thought and headed for her room with the DVD.

After changing into her nightclothes, she opened the case again and marveled at how unorganized it looked. Title scribbled in the spine. Not even labeled. Only Konata.

She pressed the center button in the DVD case and with a click it released the disc, which she put in her DVD player.

The anime automatically played and opened up to a schoolyard. The camera's view panned across the front of a normal-looking high school and followed the building around to the back, in front of a group of windows. Kagami could lightly hear the sound of moans.

Moans of pleasure. Soft and breathy from a female.

"What in the..." Kagami started to herself, her entire body immediately getting extremely hot, so hot she almost broke a sweat. Her eyes stood locked on the television screen.

It was then on the screen that Kagami saw the hands of a beautiful anime girl with pink hair and small breasts pressed against one of the windows of the building. She was being pounded from behind by a strong man. A darkly handsome man, albeit in the form of an anime character. He held on to her sides and continued to penetrate the pink-haired girl. Her moans growing louder and more passionate. The man cupped her small breasts as he continued to thrust his member into her.

It was at this point that Kagami was certain this was not "Ev*****: Death and Rebirth." This was not an anime with giant robots this was explicit anime, hentai. Kagami assumed correctly that there was probably an anime with giant robots somewhere out there, but regardless, Kagami knew she wasn't watching the intended film. She grabbed her remote to lower the volume but did not stop the feature.

But she continued to watch, transfixed, now watching as the petite pink-haired girl was in a reverse cowgirl position, her small breasts bouncing up and down as the character on the screen continued to moan.

Kagami felt tingling all over her body, craving the same pleasure she could hear in the moans.

She picked up the remote beside her and turned the TV off.

Kagami couldn't believe herself. She was getting turned on, getting off to a cartoon. What the hell as the matter with her?

"I'm not going to sit here and turn into an anime perv," she whispered to herself, a light blush still apparent on her face - she could still feel the warmth her body had released.

She couldn't help but dwell on what she felt as she sat in her room in silence - the yearning. She'd never felt this way before. All thanks to Konata her first taste of sexual appetite stemmed from a perverted anime. Great.

She knew, though, that she couldn't let this moment slip away. It felt too good. She finally knew what it meant to make an irrational decision about sex. Should she watch it? Of course not... It was immoral and completely out of her character. But she wanted to watch it, to hell with everyone else. She wanted to feel pleasure, to be relieved of this bold new feeling. To feel the release, the ecstasy of what she knew to be the result. It was well worth a little bit of guilt.

Once again she picked up her remote and turned the TV.

When the screen lit up, she saw that the film had continued to play and now the same pink-haired girl lay on her back, legs spread. In between her legs was another girl, just as cute and sexy with blonde hair and a busty chest, slowly licking in between her vaginal lips.

Kagami's hand flew up to her chest, partly in surprise. When she felt her hand touch her breast she instinctively gave it a firm squeeze, a small burst of pleasure shooting through her. She let out a surprised moan. She wasn't expecting that to feel good.

She moved her hand in a circular motion, pressing down on her petite breast as she did so. She let out a small, this time pleasurable, moan, and began to unbutton her shirt.

Once she had the first few buttons undone, Kagami allowed her hand to slip underneath the shirt. She continued to fondle herself, grabbing her chest and rubbing her breast.

Kagami stopped for a split second and took two fingers and pinched her small pink nipple. "Ah..." She let out a soft sigh.

With her other hand, she slowly moved towards her waist and put her hand underneath the elastic of her pajama pants, moving past her cotton panties and feeling herself.

Kagami let out a moan so loud she had to cover her mouth with her free hand.

"It's wet..." She said to herself, smelling her sexual juices, "I'm wet."

So this was what 'wet' meant.

Keeping her hand covering her mouth she went in with her hand again, shutting her eyes firmly in anticipation.

It wasn't in vain, she moaned loudly into her hand as soon as her fingers reached under her panties. She rubbed her fingers up and down her pussy.

"Yeah..." She whispered to herself, "Oh my God..."

Her breathing became heavier as she continued to rub her young body. Looking back up at the TV, the scene with the two women was still playing, the pink-haired girl now pleasuring the blonde one with her finger. But she was concentrating on a specific part towards the top. Kagami recognized why.

Kagami had always known what her clitoris was, and what it was, but never dared to try anything.

Unlike tonight when she thought, it was anything goes.

She ran her middle finger over her clitoris for the first time and hunched over in pleasure.

"Fuck..." She heaved, slightly taken aback but not completely surprised at the use of the expletive. "Jeez..."

She took her middle finger and moved it back to her clit, this time rubbing it in a circular motion. "Oh yeah..." Her other hand covered her mouth once again as she let out a long muffled moan, "Oh, God!" She screamed again into her hand. She slowed her hand as she rubbed her clit, the ecstasy became more sensual and bold.

"Hah..." She panted, her voice raising an octave or so, her body began to tremor.

She once again sped up her finger movement massaging her clitoris. It was unlike anything she had felt yet, the soft fondling evolving to a faster more aggressive rubbing was so potent with pleasure, she felt like she was going to explode. She felt like she was going to explode.

But she kept on.

She thought for a split second that she might pee. But the feeling of ecstasy far outweighed the feeling of impending urination. Something else was about to happen and she didn't care what.

She felt her entire body tighten and fill with the nicest, the most pleasurable thing she had ever felt in her life. Her body filled with warmth. It almost felt like a magic warmth and it shot through her entire body.

Without warning her pelvis shot up into the air as her fingers continued to massage her young 18- year-old clitoris. She used her other hand to grab her right breast and massage into it as she experienced her first clitoral orgasm.

She screamed - not bothering to cover her mouth. It was loud, almost a guttural moan, followed by her soft voice letting the rest of the exasperation crawl out of her mouth, out of her petite body.

With that, she simply lay there to catch her breath, heaving and panting, not regretting a single moment. She already knew she needed more.

She looked down in between her legs to see a small puddle that her juices had left on the bed. She used two fingers to wipe over the small puddle and investigate it further. When she brought her two fingers closer to her face, they were damp and slightly dripping.

"Wow, " Kagami said to herself, "That's a lot of... Uh, stuff." There was a light tapping at her door.

"Kagami?" She heard Tsukasa's voice, "Are you okay?"

Kagami jumped, a pit in her stomach dropping like a slab of cement. She pulled the cover over her body frantically and did her best to answer her sister in a normal voice.

"Yeah," She said weakly, "I'm good."

"Can I come in?"

"NO!" Kagami said, "I mean.. No sis, I'm totally ok, besides I look horrible."

She looked again at the puddle in between her legs. Yeah, she could look pretty bad if someone walked in.

"Umm. Ok." Tsukasa said, "I heard a scream I was just worried. "Uh, yeah," Kagami said, "Just stubbed my toe, it really hurt." "Oh," Tsukasa said, her tone not buying it, "You're SURE?" "Tsukasa!" Kagami said, "Go to bed!"

"Ok.." Tsukasa said, a little hurt in her voice, "Sorry. Good night."

Once again Kagami felt her red cheeks subsiding and the blood finally rushed back into her body, her face going from a bright red to her normal skin color. That was a close one.

She didn't know what to do with her newfound hobby, or who she should confide in... IF she should confide in anyone. Konata was out, she would just tease her until the end of days. But this was too much for her to not seek advice from someone.

She sighed. That was probably enough sexual stuff for the night. She felt spent anyway, as the experience was considerably intense.

She got up from her bed and began to get dressed in her pajamas once again, going to her closet and grabbing a spare sheet... so that at least the giant wet spot wouldn't keep her from sleeping. It would probably be dry by the morning.

Turning off the lights and laying down she pulled the covers over herself couldn't help but wonder what this meant. The death of her innocence?

Maybe. But it felt good. It felt really, really good.

#anime #lucky star #lemon #female mastrubution #female homosexuality #female friendship #protagonist female #relationships #kagami hiiragi

[yurimother]

LGBTQ Video Game Review – Lilycle Rainbow Stage!!!

I have recently had the pleasure of playing several amazing western visual novels and was happily contemplating the astonishing growth of the genre here when I sat down to play MangaGamer’s localization of PARTICLE’s Lilycle Rainbow Stage!!! This superb game came rushing in to quickly put me in my place and remind me that, no matter how far western visual novels may have come, Japan is still the master.

Lilycle features an ensemble cast of characters in various yuri relationships. The girls are spread between two sister schools. Fourteen of the main characters are students at one of these two schools and fifteenth, Tamaki, is a college student training to be a teacher. The game swaps between the perspectives of all of these characters, helping to make all of them feel central and important. However, three do rise above the others as the protagonists of Lilycle, Tamaki, the kind but bumbling teacher in training, Yuno the energetic idol, and the quiet but lovable ninja Saeka. The three of them form a love triangle around Saeka (although there is content for a Yuno and Tamaki relationship).

When a series has so many characters it can be difficult to make them all distinct. At first, I was overwhelmed and struggled to follow the characters. This problem was exacerbated by the game starting off with large scenes featuring all the characters. Luckily, I was quickly able to learn the personalities and relationships. The way in which the menu organizes the couples really helps here. Additionally, this is one of the few times where having stereotypical characters actually works to a video game’s benefit, as it makes the characters distinct and easy to learn. Sadly, by forcing characters to stick to these archetypes it makes many of them very repetitive and one note. Sure they are enjoyable at first but once you have seen them in a few scenes you have basically seen them all. A few of the characters are able to overcome this hurdle, particularly those whose routes have a bit more conflict in them. However, I was still able to enjoy all of the characters, even if many did not leave an impact.

There is not much of a central plot to speak of in the visual novel, as it has a more “slice of life” style story. However, each pairing’s relationship has its own growth and development over the course of the game. The story is organized into short chapters which are selected from a menu styled after a calendar, this helps to keep story progression straight in the game. While I played through them all in order of days it is entirely possible to just play one couple’s route from start to finish without touching the others. The routes follow the same basic pattern of friendship, confession, dating, and a finale in the relationship. The pacing here is somewhat awkward through the confessions, which are each in a nice stylized scene but are not built up to properly and so feel sudden. Afterward, the pacing becomes more consistent and enjoyable, In addition to episodes focused on one couple, there are plenty of group scenes which broadens the scope and features many or all of the characters interacting together. These were frequent highlights, as the characters and their dynamics played off each other well. 

A game of this type lives or dies on its heart, humor, and cuteness, and these are in no short supply. The dialogue between the characters, which makes up the vast majority of the text, is adorable and frequently hilarious. In the beginning, these jokes do seem limited to mostly: Character A says something outlandish and Character B responds exasperatedly threatening retribution, violence, or arrest. This annoyance is lessened significantly in the second half of the game after all the characters have begun dating each other. The humor becomes much more varied and several scenes had me cry out in laughter or squealing. At this point, the game becomes even more heartmushinly cute. If the first impressions are charming the latter half is a litter of kittens with halos covered in sparkles drinking gay juice.

While there are a few choices they have essentially no impact on the story save a couple of lines of dialogue. The one exception to this is in selecting which two of the three protagonists will date each other. This choice is exactly how I prefer my visual novel stories to be, with clear actions and consequences so that I know the results of my choices, no random guessing to try and get the best routes. It is even possible to replay this episode and make a different choice to unlock the other routes, making it easy to experience all the content the game has to offer. And by the great gay goddess of yuri does this game have plenty of content. 

Lilycle not only has a significantly sized route for each couple culminating in a lengthy and enjoyable experience, but a plethora of CG artwork, lots of different scenarios and situations to put the characters in, and even bonus recordings by each of the voice actors (which are subtitled in English). Speaking of the voice actors, they are astounding. Lilycle was advertised as staring some of the best Japanese voice talents from games and anime and it does not disappoint. Simply put, this is some of the best voice acting I have ever encountered in a visual novel. The game even gives you the option to disable individual characters voices if for some reason you ever wanted to do that.

The music, on the other hand, is a different story. I quickly found myself irritated with the overly cutesy tunes that played on an endless repeat. They match the aesthetic and story of the game pretty well but eventually, they got on my nerves and overall detracted more than they added to the experience. The multiple ending songs, sung as duets by each couples voice actors, were appreciated though, and I might even go back to give a few of them another listen.

The art in Lilycle is nothing short of extraordinary. The character sprites are highly stylized and distinct. Each of them is extremely detailed and even contains animated eyes, adding a realistic element. Character designer and artist Sakura Miwabe does a fantastic job here. I could simply stare at all of the characters for hours (and did at several points). Lilycle even goes as far as to include several outfits for each of the girls, a welcome addition. unfortunately, the rigid poses of the models are easily noticeable, with most sprites having only two or so poses. While their face changes based on the situation and dialogue, their bodies remain stiff, which pulled me out of the experience.

What the poses lack in variation is made up for by the other art assets present in the game. There are numerous backgrounds all of which are detailed consistent in style, matching the characters. Additional small details like chibi artwork of objects and scenes which appear in cutouts in the center of the screen or small character art in the corner when someone speaks off screen help add significantly to the overall quality. The GUI is also captivating, with the lower third text bubble being designed in a cute bright fashion to match the artwork. Sadly, the background of this bubble changes color to match the narrator, which combined with the different colored text can lead to results that are tragically hard to read or even physically painful because the colors clash so hard.

Finally, the crème de la yuri is the CG artwork. There is an astounding number of spectacular featured pieces in Lilycle, with each route getting several, including the group scenes. The CGs are collected in a gallery that I frequently visit and explore whenever I need a smile or to melt into a giggling pile of mush. There is not a single CG that I do not adore and admire. Lilycle is at its peak here with its artwork is perfect. In terms of both quantity and quaily PARTICLE has created something visually unmatched by other visual novels.

This game is undoubtedly a true yuri masterpiece, with such a multitude of cute couples laughing with (and at) each other, cuddling, and verbally expressing their love. It is so much fun to watch the girls blush and fumble their way through their first kiss or “I love you” with their partner. While Lilycle is all ages it does contain a fair amount of lewd content. Most of this is in the form of jokes or one-liners, some of which caught me so off guard that my laughter brought tears to my eyes. However, some of the actions of the characters are a bit more salacious and several CGs contain a not insignificant amount of service. Still, this game is overall pretty tame in everything but its overflowing cuteness.

I can happily say after playing Lilycle Rainbow Stage that it is a serious contender for ‘best yuri visual novel’ mostly thanks to its art and aesthetics. It may take a few missteps with a confused beginning and mediocre characters but it more than compensates with an extremely robust second half, jaw-dropping artwork, and adorable lesbian girls. If you have not already bought it from Steam or MangaGamer do so immediately.

Ratings: Story – 6 Characters – 6 Art – 10 Voice – 10 Music – 4 LGBTQ – 9 Lewdness – 4 Final – 8

Review copy provided by MangaGamer

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#yuri #lgbtq #lgbt #lgbtq+ #game #reviews #visual novel #lilycle rainbow stage #lilycle #queer #lesbian #lesbians #cute #vn #art #girls love #gl #wlw #gaming #video games #anime #manga

[noisymouse]

GOODBYE EDMONTON!

Did everyone have a fun weekend? I’m so glad the weather was good this time!

Hello to new followers: you may like to peek at my instagram, @imaginationillustration. (at the moment it has more food and cats on it than art, FYI) I also have a pillowfort with the same name but FYI I have not been very active there yet. You might also want to check out my patreon, where my followers get to peek at sketches, WIPs and upcoming projects, and lastly check out my redbubble as well, because I have goodies available there that I do not bring with me to cons!

So this was my last Edmonton show, at least for now, and that makes me sad, because I always had a good time in Edmonton. But I had a really awesome weekend (and of course I’ll still be doing Calgary).

First of all...... what’s with the taco in a bag thing everywhere??? I even drove past a Taco Time advertising a taco in a bag. This is not a thing that has caught on in Calgary yet!

I had a big budget for shopping this year and enjoyed being able to go all out. My favourite booth was @smoking.barrel.customs which was selling beautiful animal skulls. I had a *reasonable* budget, not an *unlimited* budget, so I only bought two small items that I thought would be fun to draw, and I am planning on saving up to buy a larger carnivore skull next year in Calgary.... maybe a coyote?

I’m excited to get some drawing done with those. Drawing from an object you can set up, turn all around, get right up close an inspect it, is just SO different from trying to draw from reference photos pulled from google.

I got to meet up with my regular expo buddies, and also got to say to an old classmate from college who I haven’t seen in literally ten years, got to get out of Calgary for the weekend, chat about nerdy stuff...

On Sunday I got Cary Elwes’ autograph for my oldest kiddo, and as we were chatting, when I mentioned that she is 18, he said oh, getting ready for college, leaving the nest, that’s a big change! I guess I looked pathetic because he offered to give me a hug! Afterwards he grabbed my hands and said if she is half as cute as me, she will do fine. That was, first of all, kind of a random little hilight to my weekend... I would never presume to ask any of the celebrities at conventions if I could have a hug. In addition I thought that was just a nice, kind thing. I’ve had a really rough year full of nothing but bad luck and that was just... it was a lovely little kind human gesture that really made me smile (and most likely blush as well) and had me laughing for an hour after I went back to my booth. Unexpected. Thank you for that, Mr. Elwes!

(a little girl in front of me also gave him a crayon drawing she had made which was fucking adorable)

Let’s see, what else. So much Good Omens cosplay!!! I wish I had my shit together enough to have made some beautiful fanart, because I am enjoying that show so much. I’m not sure if the same food trucks come back every year, but if it’s there again, I recommend you try food from Curry in a Hurry. I had mango chicken and chicken pakora and it was so tasty, the seasoning of the curry was amazing.

As always, I’m so happy to be able to present my original artwork and have people who like it... this year I was absolutely delighted because for the very first time, I sold prints of this piece here:

I did this guy for Inktober last year, and I put a lot of effort into it. It’s inspired by a poem, and I included a line of it done in nice calligraphy in the horn. I looked at photo references for the drawing and the colouring. I spend a long time on it, and I’m so happy with it, the little details like the feathers I added in... and no one ever liked it but me, lmao. The ink drawing didn’t get reblogged, the coloured version didn’t get reblogged, it never sold on my redbubble, and it never sold when I brought it to Calgary.

This time, I sold a few prints of it, and that makes me *oh so happy*. I’ve always found you guys in Edmonton have a big appreciation for original art.

I hope everyone else had a good weekend.

#edmonton expo 2019

[ask-the-cordium-crew]

The expariments behind closed doors (A WKTC story)

amazing artwork done by @mechanicalanakal go cheek them out!

this story takes place during volume 6 of rwby this story is rather long and extremely dark you have been warned

mark was in his office he had just finished some reports for salem he soon began to tap his fingers as he sent them away to dr. walts he now had nothing todo at the current moment he had some time off and he wasn’t needed for any missions besides watching over emerald and mercury

he had camaras all around his mantion he watched from a tablet in his office though he’s able to take it with him anywhere he just mainly keeps it in his office 

he watched them they didn’t seem to be doing much besides training sparing and watching tv it was quite boring for him to watch he felt appalled seeing the outfit worn by emearld sure showing less skin was good on the battle field but to him it just made her look like a slut he laughed at his own joke he also happened to have speakers around so he can speak to anyone he was watching soon enough he was altered to the front door camara he turned his head 

he soon saw the front door open and benjermin his loyal butler/body guard bring in a large box about the size of a human with air holes mark began to smirk oh ben was back with his little pet project he soon made his way downstairs opening his secert room just beside the left stairway in his manor 

“ah i see you were able to-do as you were asked good job benjermin!”

benjermin blushed and smiled happily as he gave mark the crate

“all in a days work sir oh and before i forget it’s a dog faunus this time sir!”

mark began to rub his chin gently soon emearld and mecury walked out to see what was happening by the time they saw this they soon saw a door close the secert door and walked up to benjermin 

emearld was the first one to ask something “uh hey whats with that door? whats behind there?”

benjermin soon began to dust the place after he closed the front door he then turned to face emearld “why it’s masters private room only he knows how to get in and thankfully it’s sound and smell proof from the outside” 

mercury walked infront of him interupting his work as he groaned 

“...why the hell would it be important for that room to be sound and smell proof ben?”

benjermin shivered and looked away before sighing and standing up stright and began to work once again after pushing him out of the way much to mercurys anger ben was still twiching as he worked away and soon finally answered

“you’ve heard a scream before the same day your friend made my master mad lets just say what he dose behind closed doors isn’t very saninatry”

both gulped as they looked at where the room would be they can only guess what sort of horrors mark dose inside that room they both then said “point taken” then left to just talk about what was happening with eachother and benjermin began to clean around outside 

mark then soon opened the create relasing a dog faunus girl the girl had light brown dog ears but her hair was a much darker brown along with that she was dark skinned and even had brown eyes she was in perfect condition besides being a bit underdressed only wearing a yellow tank top and blue shorts that were ripped up 

mark soon chained her neck to the wall of a cage with in the right side of the room after that he hand cuffed each of her arms to the bars of the cell which were very far apart causing her pain since her arms were being streched out slightly more then they should be but not enough to break anything

after this mark soon put chains on her ankles that were attached to the wall he then backed up as he looked at her up and down 

“benjermin went all out on this one... good... she will be a perfect little expariment”

the girl looked up at him in shock and horror she was about to scream out calling for help when mark stabbed her in the lip with a sowing needle she looked suprised and started crying asking him to stop the best she could before her lips were fully sown shut all she could do is cry 

“why am i doing this?... simple your a filthy animal horrible a waste of space and recorces i am gonna make people hate you alot more then they already do by making you a real animal...  A GRIMM!”

he laughed loudly she looked at him with fear soon he injected himself with a needle his eyes glowed red and bright as he soon slit his wrist and allowed his veins to cover his fingers to make deadly needle like claws soon using two fingers and stabbed her in the back of the neck 

this wound was two deep side ways holes simalar to the marks that would be left by a vampire she then would feel some sort of black sludge being injected into her neck causing her to wiggle and squirm like crazy 

but he wasn’t done injecting her yet after this he carefully grabbed her hand turning it backwards and very softly like a scaple cut into her arm where her veins would be injecting her arm with more of the odd black sluge he then did the same to her other arm finally he used one finger aimed it inbetween her breasts and stabbed her carefully with one of his claws injecting the last of the black sluge before carefully patching up her wounds 

after this he attached a feeding tube thru a hole in the front of her neck along with a water tube just to keep her alive he had skill to-do this so he wouldn’t need to feed her he had never stiched someones mouth closed before so he wanted to see what effect it would have after the transformation was complete but that would take at least 4 weeks and he had all the time in the world 

after that he soon left and came back each and every day making sure she got the food she needed after that he tortured her leaving brusies cuts marks all over burning her making her bleed at the end of the week he came in and the transformation had begun 

the bones from her legs started to stab thru her skin as black fur started to grow on them she was crying in pain more then ever trying to scream out but only leading to mummering sounds she was in so much pain as she felt her own bones twist and squirm inside her own body slowly breaking out to cover some parts of her mark wrote this down and recorded the whole process 

the second week came by her legs and arms were fully covered in black hair as she seemed to have grown to 10 foot tall her back was also showing signs of change as her spine and other back bones have started to leave her body and place themselfs on the outside they seemed to be growing and changing into rather large spikes mark smirked at this as she also seemed to be losing her own mind fighting much more violently and beganing to try and growl and free her mouth from the stiches he removed them but replaced them with much stronger ones very fast metal stiches covered in little bits of dimoand making them extremely tough while he was replacing them she almost bit his finger off and growled extremely loud he jotted this down as a sign of good progress 

the third week came and she was almost fully changed her rips left her body covering her chest her finger nails growing and changing to much longer and sharper her back spikes had fully grown in and black hair almost fully covered her her mind was almost completely gone she still showed to be scared but she also tried to injure herself because of this not to kill herself but her form beganing to understand what it’s gonna become grimm do hunt people who show great fear and since she was showing great fear she tried to hunt her ownself but because of her bindings she was unable mark soon removed the food tubes from her neck she grunted in pain one of her eyes had fully changed and a mask was almost fully formed at this point made from her skull 

the final and forth week came mark came in and she had broken her own chains she had fully transformed the only things remaining of her were her brown faunus ears they had changed to more of an alpha ear type but they remained brown for whatever reason that might be she was a bit shorter then most alpha beowolf but still quite strong mark then called dr. walts who arrived with a ship he was already heading away on a mission given to him by salem so he would pass by marks location so it was perfect for the both of them 

the new beowolf alpha was loaded onto the ship mark gave him full reports and recordings which he gladly took 

“another expariment gone sucessful hmm... still can’t completely perfect the change they still seem to show some of their oldself by the fact she is shorter then most alphas and the color of her ears... but besides that she is fully changed”

dr. walts nodded and rubbed his chin 

“hmm well even so you have done a fantastic job i am sure one day these remainers of the past won’t remain but prehaps this will give them an edge”

mark smiked and laughed “right you are dr. walts right you are!”

dr. walts soon left and after a bit of traveling when they just finished refuling in the forest while staying hidden dr. walts pressed a button opening the grimms cage who jumped out of the ship in hunt mode of a little forest home near by the grimms mouth had grown in a way where it had no working mouth it’s mouth was completely grown seeled shut but with teeth sticking out of it’s seeled mouth none the less 

and because it could not make any growling or howling noises it could not be a proper alpha however it would be more stealthy then most all that remained of the girl was gone and now she was just a killing machine 

hope you guys all enjoyed the story i worked hard and it’s my longest who killed team cordium based story in a long time 

please send me your thoughts after reading! it would mean the world to me and for information on who the faunus girl click below! 

for thoes who are curious the dog faunus in question is this lovely little backround chararter from volume 3 of rwby why you may ask? welp we know nothing about her and she’s a chararter i could kill off without hearing people complain about it 

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[pixieungerstories]

Housemates - 10

As always, the artwork is on Patreon because Tumblr gets weird if I try to post pictures.

It was four am by the time Derick made it home from work.  His usual plan was to shower, eat breakfast with the crew, go running with Vinny then tuck in for the day.  That meant that he was up and ready to go by the time she got home from her day.

Most of the time.  If something major was happening at the bar he would sometimes have to go in.   Last night had been a health inspection. The Howl had passed with flying colours.  There was no way he was going to let any bullshit happen in a kitchen he owned. Not when he could smell it.  But it did mean he had to be there to sign off on the report and post the new permit.

There was no way around it.  It had been a twelve hour shift.  Better him than a human but he was still really keyed up and jittery.  He put the kettle on and headed to the TV room, figuring he had a couple of hours to kill before the rest of the house was up.

He wasn’t expecting to find the TV in screen saver mode with Tristan and Vinny passed out in a tangled heap.  He stared for a moment as jealousy flared around him and he fought for control.

Tristan’s ear flicked.

The minotaur snorted then opened his eyes to see Derick trying not to be hurt.  Tristan quickly shook his head. “She had a shit day at work,” he whispered. “She didn’t want to be alone.”

Immediately whatever he had up to that moment been feeling was gone.  Derick was now fully concerned. “What happened?” he whispered back.

“Someone got handsy.”

Derick started to growl.  Vinny began to stir on Tristan’s chest.  Derick forced himself to stop.

Instead he knelt next to the couch and rubbed her back, “Shh, go back to sleep.  It’s too early to be awake.”

She blinked and rubbed her eyes before focusing of Derick.  Yawning she reached for him. “Take me to bed please.”

Derick blinked.  She didn’t need to tell him twice.  He scooped her up bridal style and was pleased when she snuggled her face into his neck.  “I got you,” he said softly.

Vinny nodded as she settled sleepily against his chest.  “Kogan gave me the shovel talk last week.”

Derick snorted, “Yeah.  Me too.” They were almost to her room and he was faced with having to set her down to open the door.  “I can tuck you right into your bed if you can run the door knob.”

“Um-hmm.” She got the door open with minimum fuss.  “Can you stay?”

Derick smiled sadly, “I need to eat before I can change for you.”

“Can you stay like this?”

His heart skipped a beat, “That I can do.”

After he set her on the bed she wiggled out of her jeans, pulled her sock off and did the clothing voodoo thing where a woman can take off her bra but not her shirt.  Fuck, those things were hard enough to get open when he could see what he was doing. He had no idea how anyone could open the hooks with their arms twisted behind their back like that.  

She was giving him a calculating look.  “You would be more comfortable if you took your jeans off.”

Derick swallowed, “Would you be more comfortable if I left them on?”

Vinny shrugged and rolled over so that her back was towards him.  “It’s up to you. At some point, I’m going to want to negotiate for friends with benefits.  But not today.”

Derick grinned before shucking his pants and his shirt and spooning up behind the girl.  He could smell her shampoo, which was nice. He could also smell a faint trace of Tristan which was a surprisingly effective cock block for him.

——

It was too early when Vinny’s alarm went off.  “I’m cancelling running!” she announced as she hit the off switch.  Derick nodded sleepily, nuzzling her hair as he pulled her back against him.

——

The next time Derick woke, Vinny was gone.  It was probably just as well because at some point he had spooned her pillow.  He had been humping it in his sleep. He whined as he forced himself to stop. He was painfully hard, his balls full and tight.  He lay there thinking about what she had said about friends with benefits.

His face flooding with shame, he eased her pillow between his legs.  It only took two more thrusts and he went off like a fire hose, frantically pulling her pillow away as he painted the inside of his shorts.  He squeezed his eyes shut. He was not some animal who needed to mark his territory. He knew better. Vinny was her own person. It would always be her decision not his.  

However much it pained him to admit it.  The werewolf part of him had won. His release all the sweeter knowing he was claiming her bed for himself.

The part of him that was still human was horrified by this.  He needed to get up and wash her sheets.

———

Kevin was home when Derick came down the stairs carrying an armful of sheets and blankets.  Stuffed in the very middle was his shorts and her pillow. He scowled at the chest on the third floor landing, “Don’t you say anything.”

The chest just snickered.

——-

Vinny came home from work, dropped her purse on the hall tree and bounced into the kitchen to make supper.  She ignored the new kitchen island as she pulled out the chicken for supper. Once the over was preheating she said, “Are you sure choosing a butcher block top was really the smartest idea in this circumstances?”

One of the bottom drawers opened and Vinny looked down to see Kevin’s eyes peering up at her.  “Derick had to wash your sheets when he got up.”

Vinny blushed.  Then she kicked him.  “First of all, that is none of your business.  Second, we didn’t do anything, yet. He was probably just worried about shedding or something.”

“Hmm.”  Kevin didn’t say anything else as she took down the kitchen shears and prepared to spatchcock the chickens. “I’m bored.”

Vinny turned to look at him.  She raised an eyebrow. “And you expect me to entertain you?”

The island shuffled slightly.  “I’m trying to be helpful here.  I mean, please don’t go after me with a cleaver, but if you need more counter space, I’m your man.”

She blinked, unaware that she was effectively batting her eyelashes at him.  “Are you serious?”

“Yeah.  Grab a cutting board and tell me about your day.”

“OK.”  She set the cutting board on his surface.

While she was reaching for the full sheet pan that would hold both chickens, Kevin mumbled, “Give me a moment.”  He adjusted his height downwards a few inches. “I forgot how short you are.”

“Thanks,” Vinny snarked.

A few moments later (as she gave the chicken a chest compression to break its ribs) she repeated herself, this time with surprise and gravitude, “Thanks, Kevin!  That actually is a much better working height.”

“So how was work?” when he spoke she could feel the vibrations on his surface.

“Better than yesterday.”

“Good to hear that,” Tristan rumbled as he came into wash his hands.  He picked up the vegetable peeler and started peeling a carrot.

Vinny blushed, “Thanks for taking care of me last night.”

Kevin snickered.  Vinny stiffened. Kevin, to Tristan’s surprise, apologized.  “I’m sorry. I have the worst sense of humour.”

Tristan snorted, “That’s what happens when you spent too much time alone with your door closed.”

“You should talk!” Kevin fired back.

“If you are going to fight about porn, I would rather just make dinner on my own.  You can take this discussion out to the TV room or something.” Vinny said flatly.

For a moment neither Tristan nor Kevin so much as breathed.  Kevin broke first. “Sorry Vinny.”

She nodded and put the first chicken on to the baking sheet.  Then she hesitated, “Why are you being so nice to me? Is this the part where you run off and take supper with you?”

Kevin flinched, “What would I do with two raw chickens?”

It was Tristan who answered, “The same reason you did that thing with the jello, to go out of your way to make her life more difficult.”

Vinny was amazed as the butcher block when from birch to cherry.  

“Sorry, Vinny.”

He actually sounded like he meant it.  She wasn’t going to tell him it was alright.  She had a brother and could recognize that as a trap.  “Just don’t do it again.”

Once dinner was roasting in the oven, she soaped down Kevin’s top.  “Thanks, Vinny.” he said dutifully.

“Just a minute,” she replied, going to the fridge.  She pulled out the nose and pad lotion and hesitated.  “Is this ok? It’s going to be cold.”

Kevin froze, he needed to clear his throat before he replied.  “That would be great.”

He was trembling slightly as she rubbed it into his surface.  “Sorry, I should figure out how to warm it up first.”

“Um… yeah… that would be nice.”

——

Vinny was up in her room getting cleaned up for dinner.  Kevin was right, there were fresh sheets on her bed. She wasn’t going out again tonight.  Yoga pants, a sports bra and a hoody would do. It was weird, the puppy lotion hadn’t smelled like much of anything, but her hands smelled faintly of bergamot.  Was that Kevin? She would have guess cedar or something. She washed them again anyway before heading downstairs.

Derick was just coming out of his room when she got to the main floor.  “Hey there, gorgeous!”

Vinny grinned at him, “Hey yourself!”  She coiled her arms around his neck. “Thanks for doing my laundry.”

Derick just looked uncomfortable.

Her smile faded, “Oh… I guess I never thought about how much my bed must stink to someone with the sense of smell of a werewolf.”

“You smell amazing to me.”  He leaned in to kiss her.

Vinny kissed him back.

#terato #werewolf #werewolf boyfriend #mimic #minotaur #gargoyle #slime #orc #drider #exophilia

[barpurplewrites]

Not in the romantic fashion

@bookwormchocaholic asked how the wedding night was for Belle and Gold. How could I resist answering?

(Chapter One Here)

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Mr Gold handed her down from the carriage and Belle noted that the servants were not waiting outside to greet them. He must have observed her small frown of confusion for he said; “My butler, Cogsworth, can be rather verbose. Everyone will be more comfortable inside as he greets you.”

Belle smiled. When she was a child Belle’s Mother had taught her that a person’s character could be judged by how they treated their servants. Belle had always found Mother’s words to be true, and that her husband had not made a point of separating them from the servants in his use of ‘everyone’ gave Belle hope that he was a kind man to all in his employ. As with his desire to wait for an intimate wedding night, this was another detail in coming to know the character of her husband,

He kept her gloved hand in his as they made their way up the steps to the front door. Before they were halfway up, the door was opened by an unseen hand and Belle readied herself to step into her new home for the first time.

At the threshold Mr Gold paused and squeezed her hand gently; “Welcome home Mrs Gold.”

His soft words were almost lost amid a polite round of applause from the gathered staff, but Belle made sure he knew she had heard him by giving his hand a squeeze in return.

The butler cleared his throat with a fussy cough. He was a tall man with a paunch that strained his watchchain; a curled moustache and precisely parted hair gave the impression of a man who delighted in control of his surroundings. He stepped forward and bowed first to Mr Gold and then to Belle.

“Welcome home Mr Gold and Mrs Gold. I am Cogsworth, butler to this household. On behalf of myself and all the staff may I offer our heartfelt felicitations upon your recent nuptials.”

Gold spoke hurriedly; “Thank you Cogsworth. It has been a long day, if we could get on with the introductions?”

Cogsworth gave a measured nod; “Of course, sir. Mrs Gold?” he stepped from the line to stand one step behind and one step to the left of Belle, “May I introduce Mrs Potts the housekeeper and cook.”

Mrs Potts was a steal haired lady with a kind smiling face, that Belle suspected hid a core of steel. She bobbed a curtsy and welcomed Belle as Mrs Gold.

Cogsworth moved them on to a familiar face; “Miss Dunbroch needs no introduction, of course.”

Belle’s maid Merida gripped her hands warmly; “Congratulations Miss Belle.”

Cogsworth gave a reproving cough and Merida quickly corrected; “But it’s Mrs Gold now. Sorry ma’am.”

“It’s still very new to me as well Merida. We’ll get used to it together.”

There were others to greet, so Belle moved away on. Next, she met Mr Gold’s valet, Lumiere, a man whom shone with a light-hearted joy that was so natural on his face it had to be his habitual nature. After him came Ashley, the maid, who was the only one of the staff Belle didn’t take an immediate liking too. There was something shifty beneath the girl’s nervous face.

Cogsworth turned to her with another small bow.

“We are a small household Mrs Gold, but I assure you that we run a tight ship, I expect you shall find everything to your liking, but should a difficulty arise, please rest assured that we will correct the matter as soon as it is brought to my attention.”

For a second Belle thought that Cogsworth was about to continue, but Mr Gold stepped up to her side and said; “I shall give Mrs Gold a tour of the house now. If we could have dinner in the dining room at six, please Cogsworth.”

“Yes sir.”

The butler clapped his hands and the staff disappeared to their duties. Belle once again found herself alone with her husband. She blew out a small sigh that brought a smile to Mr Gold’s face.

“Cogsworth can be a little overwhelming, but he is a wonderful butler.”

Mr Gold stepped slightly closer to her and whispered; “When his thumb strokes his watchchain he’s wound down, best to stop him there before he gets going again.”

“I shall have to watch out for that.”

Mr Gold’s eyes were on her lips as she spoke. She felt his warm breath on her skin as he exhaled, and some unused instinct made her lean forward. Neither of them moved, Belle felt frozen in a moment of anticipation. Mr Gold slowly moved back, there was the faintest hint of a blush on his face. The air was heavy with an intimacy that Belle was unaccustomed to, she dropped her eyes to her hands, not yet ready to deal with this depth of feeling.

It was easier to focus on Mr Gold’s shoes. They were polished, but not to the high shine most gentleman favoured these days, they were plain and perfectly serviceable. It appeared her husband favoured comfort over fashion, something they had in common.

He gently said; “Let me show you the house Mrs Gold.”

 Belle soon discovered that while Mr Gold may favour practical and unadorned footwear, his taste in decoration was far more artistic. The public rooms, where one would expect to receive guests, were lavishly appointed with fine furniture and expensive artwork. Belle was surprised at how showy everything was, although the colour schemes were perhaps more muted than the height of fashion demanded, everything else would be envied by all. While Mr Gold answered her questions about various pieces, she detected no passion in his voice. It was clear that much thought and work had gone into the arrangement of the receiving room and dinning room, but he airily told her that she should feel free to alter anything as she saw fit.

She found herself puzzled until they reached the more private rooms. These too were beautifully decorated, but here Mr Gold became more animated about the furniture and objects displayed. These antiques were important to him, he spoke of them with a glowing passion shining from his eyes. It occurred to her that he had designed the public rooms to meet expectations, but here in the parlour everything had been chosen because he found delight in it. He was willing to share that delight with her, and that made Belle very happy, and feel rather special, she suspected that few were privileged to see this side of Mr Gold.

He paused while explaining the history of a delicate tea set; “My apologies, I must be boring you. Antiques are a hobby of mine and I forget that not everyone shares that interest.”

How often had his enthusiasm been quashed by a seemingly polite yawn, or tiresome sigh?

“You are not boring me, please continue.”

His fingers tapped lightly against the teacup he had been using to explain the glazing technique. A small frown creased his brow and he shook his head; “I would rather that you expressed your own opinions. You need not bend to my whims.”

Belle boldly reached for his hand as he went to replace the teacup. It was the first time they had touched without the barrier of gloves between them. A sparkle of sensation jolted Belle as her hand brushed his. Mr Gold gasped, and the teacup tumbled from his hand and bounced on the hardwood floor.

“I am so sorry!”

“My apologies!”

Both bent down to retrieve the cup, causing a most undignified bumping of heads.

“Are you hurt Mrs Gold?”

“Are you alright Mr Gold?”

The smile they shared as they spoke in unison again reassured both that the other was unharmed. Mr Gold gestured to Belle to remain still as he knelt and picked up the fallen cup.

While still on his knees he held it up for her inspection; “It’s just a little chipped. If we can find the piece I can repair it,” he shrugged shyly and said with a wry smile, “I am afraid your husband’s hobby extends to the practical.”

She suspected the shyness in his confession sprang from the fact that many gentlemen considered working with their hands beneath them. Her father certainly would never deign to lift a tool, unless it was fishing rod or shotgun. Personally, Belle found her husband’s abilities, and he must be able to be confident in repairing the cup, to be charming.

“Such skills will be very useful, for I am afraid your wife can be very clumsy.”

He smiled at her, a genuine wide smile that brought dimples to his face that she had not seen before. The smile remained as he rose to his feet; “Will I have to lock away the more delicate items?”

He was teasing her, and Belle decided the best response was to tease him right back; “The rooms would look positively Spartan if you were to lock away everything that I may break. Perhaps it would be wiser to share your skill in repair with me.”

The smile faltered just a little; “Would that interest you? Truly?”

Belle threw caution to the wind and placed her hands around his, hoping to reassure him and protect the poor cup from further damage. There was no dramatic jolt this time, but the contact was pleasant.

“I love learning new things Mr Gold, either from books or from an enthusiastic teacher.”

As she hoped his smile had returned and his eyes had lit up when she mentioned books. He eased one hand from her light grasp and returned the chipped cup to the shelf.

“I believe it is time I showed you upstairs, Mrs Gold.”

 When Mr Gold mentioned upstairs Belle had assumed he was to show her the bedrooms. She was torn between concern that her admitting her love for learning had offended him and that he wished her to be out of his sight or worrying that he had changed his mind about waiting for a wedding night. She chided herself for letting her thoughts run away with her in such a manner. Mr Gold had displayed no annoyance at her, nor had he given her any reason to doubt that he was a man of his word.

At a large set of doors, he took a breath; “I think you are going to like this room.”

He bid her open the doors. There was an excitement in his stance that Belle found puzzling. The size of the doors and the positioning of the handles suggested that this was a ballroom, now why would he be so excited about showing her what to all intents and purposes would be a large empty room? Nothing in their conversation had alluded to dancing, what a curious man her husband was.

Belle grasped the handles and slid the doors open as wide as she could.

“Oh my.”

This was no ballroom. Mr Gold stepped up behind her and pushed the doors further open than the reach of her arms could manage.

“I’m not much for dancing, or hosting large parties, so this seamed a better use for the space.”

Belle could not find the words to agree with him. The walls were filled floor to ceiling with shelf upon shelf of books. She stepped inside and twirled around as she tried to take in the sheer splendour at once. There was a balcony level filled with more shelves and accessed by spiral staircases which flanked the huge windows. Chandeliers that would have cast glittering light on countless dancers illuminated more books than Belle had ever seen. Tables were dotted around the room, some set for study and others arranged by deep seated comfortable chairs. It was without a doubt heaven for a bibliophile.

“This is amazing! Have you read all of these?”

“Many of them, but not all. Not yet.”

Belle’s eye was drawn by an absence of books in one area; “You have empty shelves, Mr Gold.”

“There are always more books to buy.”

Belle threw her head back and laughed with delight; “Oh I agree. I have to restrict myself to only visiting the booksellers once a month and only purchasing one book.”

Mr Gold strolled towards her, and Belle found she rather liked the swagger in his step.

“I think I shall enjoy seeing you have free reign in the booksellers Mrs Gold.”

It was a charming comment, perfectly innocent and yet Belle felt that strange heaviness in the air around them again. It did not unsettle her so much this time, and she held his eye for longer before turning her head. Immediately she was distracted by the books again.

Mr Gold directed her attention by saying; “Now I do have a system, of sorts, here let me explain…”

 In the kitchen Mrs Potts was taking advantage of the lull in activity to do a bit of knitting. It was far to soon to start on baby things for Mrs Gold, but there were always folks with babies who were glad to have some extra booties or bonnets.

Cogsworth was pacing up and down glancing at his watch every few seconds. Mrs Potts sighed; “Do sit down Mr Cogsworth, they will ring for dinner when they are ready.”

“The Master said they would take dinner at six. It is now ten minutes after that hour and they have not yet rung to change their clothes. This is most irregular Mrs Potts.”

Lumiere tutted; “Come now Mr Cogsworth. The Master is a married man now, things are bound to change.”

Cogsworth’s moustache bristled. He was not a fan of change. Change caused irregularities and led to disruption. He had grown used to Mr Gold’s little foibles over the years and had assumed that his wife would simply fit into the routine of the house with minimum disruption. The lady had only been Mrs Gold for a matter of hours and everything was running late.

A bell rang and Cogsworth sighed contently. He supposed a small alteration to the day was permissible, after all Mr Gold did not marry every day.

“Hurry and assist Mr Gold in changing, Lumiere. Miss Dunbroch is already in Mrs Gold’s rooms awaiting her.”

Lumiere shook his head and smiled; “I think you should check which bell is ringing, Mr Cogsworth.”

The rim of his pocketwatch bit into his hand as Cogsworth looked at the board and saw that the valet was correct. The bell ringing was from the dining room.

“But, Mr Gold has not changed his clothes. There must be some mistake.”

“Perhaps Mrs Gold assisted him in changing.”

Lumiere’s sly grin was wiped off his face when Mrs Potts batted him with a large wooden spoon; “I’ll not have that sort of talk in my kitchen! Now off with you there’s plenty to be done.”

 Cogsworth found himself slightly scandalized during dinner. Not only had neither Mr or Mrs Gold changed their clothing, they had rearranged the place settings, so Mrs Gold was sitting at Mr Gold’s left side, rather than in her proper seat at the opposite end of the table. And their conversation! Of course, one did not eavesdrop, but it was impossible not to observe, and such spirited discussion was not the norm. At one point he was certain he had heard Mrs Gold disagree with Mr Gold.

After dinner the irregularities continued when instead of retiring to his study, Mr Gold accompanied Mrs Gold to the library. No doubt about it, Mrs Gold was the cause of a most distressing disarray.

 The clocks were softly chiming eleven when Mr Gold escorted Belle to her bedroom. They had held hands all the way from the library, and Belle wasn't even trying to suppress her smile.

At her door Mr Gold kept her hand in his and hesitantly said; "I usually take breakfast at eight. Might I ask you to join me, if that suits you, Mrs Gold?"

"Breakfast at eight suits me perfectly, Mr Gold."

He gave her a soft smile and bowed over her hand. He was a perfect gentleman and did not presume to press his lips to her skin.

"I shall bid you good night Mrs Gold."

"Good night Mr Gold."

He stepped backwards and did not turn his back as she entered her room. They shared a final smile before she closed the door.

"There you are Mrs Belle. I was beginning to think that you weren't for bed at all tonight."

Belle felt like she was floating as Merida bustled about unlacing her wedding dress and preparing her for bed.

"Will the master be joining you, Ma'am?"

Merida’s tactful question reminded Belle that in the eyes of convention her marriage was not yet complete, nor would it be for a while yet. The long-engrained instinct to do her duty almost had her rising to go and find Mr Gold’s bedroom. She stomped on the feeling. The recent change in marriage customs had proven that convention was a fickle thing. Mr Gold and she had come to an agreement about the course of their marriage and how they chose to proceed was none of society’s business.

"Not tonight Merida. We have decided to get to know each other before taking that step."

In the mirror Belle saw Merida fondly shake her head; "A courtship after the wedding. This modern way is so daft."

Belle hummed an agreement. The long day was catching up on her. She let the routine of Merida helping her for bed lull her, a smile still on her lips. It had been a long and busy day for Merida as well, but apparently her curiosity was wide awake.

"So not a thunderbolt of love at first sight then?"

"No, but I believe we will come to care for each other, Mr Gold and I."

Merida snorted and gave her a sly smile, "I was certain you'd fall head over heels for him once you'd seen his rather large..."

Belle gasped at Merida, certain that she was about to say something scandalous.

"... library. Why Mrs Belle, you've gone quite red. Whatever did you think I was going to say?"

 In his room down the hall Gold shooed Lumiere away, not wanting the man's attentive fussing to interrupt the wonderful mood he found himself in. He now knew so much more about Mrs Gold. She was beautiful and intelligent. And more than that she was willing to defend her opinion.

It had been a minor matter they had disagreed on; he had expressed the opinion that Isaac Heller was leading the way in the emerging fantasy genre, Mrs Gold had declared him a hack and suggested Gold's time would be better spend reading the works of Ms Gale and Mr Mills both whom she asserted had a more engaging style and less pompous notions.

 Gold grinned to himself, he had asked her to hold to her own opinions. People pandered to his views and he himself had suggested he believed other than he did, but he felt there should be honesty between husband and wife. He knew that deceit and lies were only to ease to occur in a marriage, and he had no desire to emulate his father.

He'd not been prepared for the strength of Mrs Gold’s opinion nor the persuasive nature of her defence of same. Part of him was shocked and had been ready to cut her down with a snide remark as he would have anyone else who questioned him, but he could not bring himself to squash such vibrant enthusiasm. He was happy to be named beast by the world at large, but not his wife. Perhaps if she was any other woman, but Belle, as he only dared to think of her in the privacy of his own mind, Belle was something else, she was special.

He couldn't stop thinking about the jolt of pure energy that had ripped through him when she had touched his hand. It had been wonderous and thrilling. The cup he'd dropped was part of a rare old set he had acquired after much work and money, yet now that chipped cup was the most precious item in his collection. They had not looked for the chip, and even if he had found it he would not have made the repair. Others might look on it and think it was damaged and imperfect, but he would only ever see a perfect memory of the moment when his wife had first touched him. Touched his bare skin with her own, willingly and as far as he could tell purely to offer him reassurance. What a wonder his wife was; Belle was a blessing.

He knew Cogsworth was disgruntled by the changes Mrs Gold had already caused. Perverse as it maybe it had given him a measure of pleasure to see the man's feathers ruffled. He had no doubt that tomorrow would the butler would find Mrs Gold was capable of causing all manner of disruption and he found himself looking forward to it greatly.

#rumbelle #fic #sfw #so safe for work #slow slow burn

[weasleyismyking540]

Of Kneazles and Ticks

Rated: K

Pairing: Barnaby/Liz

Summary: Barnaby plucks up some nerve and asks Liz a question. Just something cute because I saw some artwork of the two and thought they would be a nice pairing.

It was a snowy February day. However no amount of snow would ever shut Care of Magical Creatures class down.

Professor Kettleburn had the 4th years out in the white cold substance looking for kneazle food. Since the kneazle was carnivorous, food was few and far between in the snow, as most of its diet was either in hibernation, or trying to find a warm nook. So the class found themselves having to dig through the freezing snow, which out of a class of about 20, only 3 found this trial pleasant.

“I don’t see how you and Charlie do it, Barnaby,” said Alana through chattering teeth. “I’m out here freezing parts that I will not say, and you two are acting like you’re on summer holiday.”

Barnaby laughed. It was true, Charlie and he were the only ones not wearing extra layers under their robes. Though he didn’t know Charlie’s reasoning, for him it was just that he had always been a very warm bodied person. The cold never seemed to bother him, not even when he was small.

“It isn’t all that, come now.” said Barnaby, chucking snow to the side. “Perhaps you should wear more than just Weasley’s jumper.”

“I would if you would just give me that Gryffindor emblem jumper you promised me.”

“Can’t very wilm give you that now, can I? We are only on a level 8 friendship.” joked Barnaby, throwing a small snowball Alana’s way.

“You’re impossible,” said Alana, as she began to dig a hole into the snow. “Speaking of impossible things, have you spoken to Liz about you know what?”

A shiver not made by the cold ran through Barnaby’s body at his Gryffindor mate’s words. He stiffened as Alana gave him a smug grin, enjoying the sight of him thinking of some lame excuse to avoid the subject.

“I’ve…..I’ve spoken to Liz,” stuttered Barnaby, avoiding eye contact.

“Annnnnnnnnd?”

“Annnnd, we just spoke. Nothing exciting really, well, not exciting to you,” croaked out Barnaby, feeling hot under the collar.

Alana threw down her digging trowel and crossed her arms. “You didn’t invite her, did you?”

Barnaby threw up his arms in frustration. “I panicked, alright?” he exclaimed. “That’s what you want to hear, isn’t it? I’m no good with asking birds questions like that!!”

“You’ve asked me to a butterbeer loads of times!!”

“Well I don’t fancy you like that now, do I?!?”

“Alright, alright,” said Alana, lowering her elevated voice and raising her hands to surrender, “I get it, you’re nervous. It’s normal. I just never took you as a bloke to lose your nerve like that. You’re usually tough about things.”

“Things, yes. Witches, no.” said Barnaby, looking down at his ringed hand. “Fine, I’ll talk to her. But if everything goes sour, it’ll be your fault.”

Alana giggled. “Go on, then,” she said, giving Barnaby a gentle shove in the direction of Liz.

Barnaby gulped as he slowly approached the round glasses wearing girl, who was sitting on the ground, inspecting the ears of what looked like a very irritated kneazle. The more she inspected, the more irritable it looked, however, it sat still and allowed it.

Barnaby stopped in front of Liz and the kneazle and cleared his throat. Liz glanced up, gave a nod of acknowledgement, and went back to fussing over the kneazle’s ear.

“Alright there Liz?“asked Barnaby.

"Well no, if you must know, "said Liz sharply. "There’s a tiny insect buried within this kneazle’s ear, and I’m-

"Let me look,” said Barnaby immediately, as he knelt down beside Liz. Liz gave Barnaby a look of annoyance. She was already looking after the kneazle, why did he have to come and bungle things up?

“Lumos,” said Barnaby, lighting the tip of his wand to get a closer look at the insect. “Oh I see, a tick. Nasty little buggers. Can I help?”

“You’re really going to help me?” pondered Liz. She had thought he had only come to bother her and keep her from her work.

“I’ll hold the light, and you get it out, yeah?” said Barnaby, moving his wand tip closer to the kneazle’s ear.

Liz nodded and looked back at the now more visible ear. She took the tweezers that she had been trying to get a hold of the tick with and finally managed to get a firm grip on it. She then yanked it quickly but gently from the kneazle’s ear and flung it over her shoulder. The kneazle’s attitude did a total 180, and it began to knuzzle Liz’s cheek and then Barnaby’s.

“You’re alright there, mate,” said Barnaby as he sat down and scooped the kneazle into his lap and began petting it. Liz watched quietly as he and the kneazle seemed to be connecting in an unspoken manner.

“You’re really good at that, comforting creatures.” commented Liz after a few moments of observing.

“I love magical creatures,” said Barnaby proudly. “Or any for that matter. Muggle ones as well. Have you ever seen a duck billed platypus? It’s looks like it should be of the wizarding world, but it isn’t.”

“I’ve seen pictures, but not a real one,” said Liz, who had made herself comfortable, eager to hear what Barnaby had to say. Animals fascinated her, and hearing about new ones always tickled her fancy.

“Well, as you may have seen, they have a bill and feet like ducks, but did you know they lay eggs like a bird would?”

“Do they really?” gasped Liz. “But it has fur. Isn’t it a mammal?”

“It is, but a lot of mammals that live on Australia, where it lives, lay eggs and do all sorts of strange things. It’s all very interesting.”

“I’ve never struck you as the type that cared for animals,” said Liz, shyly.

“Why?” asked Barnaby.

“Well, of I am to be completely honest,” began Liz, looking at the ground, “I thought you to just be some mindless brute that liked to throw his weight around. You were absolutely horrid third year, you know. When you were hanging around Snyde and Murk.”

Barnaby winced at the mention of his old days. “True, I won’t deny it. I was a bit of a bully, but I don’t associate with them anymore, and have not since the middle of third year. You haven’t noticed?”

“I didn’t care to,” said Liz. “Usually once I make my mind up about a person, it’s set. I guess….I guess I shouldn’t apply that logic to everyone, should I?”

Barnaby nodded, feeling his nerves begin to take over again. It did indeed sting that Liz had looked at him as nothing more than an idiot bully, but of that was what he was portraying, he couldn’t blame her. However, that was in the past. He was not that person anymore. With actual friends in his corner, he said and did as he so chose to, and he was no longer the bully he was when he was associating himself with the riffraff of Slytherin. He was so much more than that. And he definitely wanted Liz to see it.

“I could tell you more about muggle creatures,” he said hesitantly. “I have a book. I could show it to you. Maybe…..maybe a Hogsmeade visit after class, over a butterbeer?”

Liz was taken aback. Was Barnaby Lee really her to Hogsmeade with him? No one had ever asked her to have a butterbeer with them before. She felt her cheeks heat with blush and she thanked Merlin her cocoa skin hid what would definitely be redness.

“That….that would be lovely, Barnaby.” answered Liz, as a shy grin crept onto her face.

“Really?” said Barnaby, both shocked and ecstatic that she had said yes.

“Really,” said Liz, her smile a bit wider, as she nodded her head. The kneazle in Barnaby’s lap nodded as well.

“Brilliant!!” exclaimed Barnaby, causing both the kneazle and Liz to jump a bit. “Oh sorry, I startled you….and you too little guy.”

The kneazle jumped out of Barnaby’s lap, gave what definitely appeared to be a humph, and walked off, leaving Liz and Barnaby in laughter.

“I’ll see you later then?” said Barnaby, getting up off the ground. He then stuck out his hand to Liz, and helped her off the ground.

Liz smiled and nodded. Barnaby smiled back and took off in the direction on the kneazle. He felt as if he could sprout wings and fly, he was so happy. He trotted confidently back over to where Alana, and now Charlie and Rowan were still foraging for food.

Alana looked over at Barnaby and gave him a cheek to cheek grin. “So? What did she say?”

Barnaby was about to answer, until he suddenly became aware of himself. He looked down at his now dirt covered vest and paw printed trousers. He was an absolute mess.

“Quick, Alana!!” said Barnaby in a hushed but panicked voice. “What do I wear?!?”

#alana jordan #barnaby lee #liz tuttle #hogwarts mystery stories #hogwarts mystery #harry potter hogwarts mystery #my writing #weasleyismyking540

[curiousdelights]

A Little Bit of Fate [1/?]

Pairing: Yoosung Kim x CMC (Areum Lee)

Plot: An odd request for help brings Areum to an apartment where she meets a group of people through a messaging application, plunging herself to help them towards a charitable goal. She forms friendships within the group and soon rekindles a spark with a member who she hasn’t seen in almost a decade.

Background: Inspired by this. When I first played Mystic Messenger, Yoosung was my very first route and guess what? I actually chose the name Areum for my MC lololol. So when we got to this part of the chat (Idk, I think this was around Day 3 in Casual Story), I was surprised lmao but it gave me this idea that MC (Areum) and Yoosung could have been classmates before haha. So anyway, this fic will be multi-chaptered so good luck to me. It’s almost like a rewrite of Yoosung’s route, probably.

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I. A little bit of spark

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They say first love never dies.

A cliché statement, but a famous one nonetheless.

To some, the idea is a normal component of one’s life, ironically forgotten when more loves come around to replace it in later time. To another set of some, it is simply a silly sentence that’s overused in literary and film, and not something to ponder much about; just a fleeting flick of emotion. But of course, to yet another set of some, it is a nice thought: a pure and innocent thought and proof of one’s own heart beating for another for the first time in their lives.

Most of the time, first love exists during youth when the heart is at its most tender stage, when the idea of love is a mere bud on a stem, with emotions being the nurturing guide towards bloom.

Do you remember your first love?

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Thursday afternoons always held art classes under one of the most carefree teachers Yoosung has ever had so far in elementary. He looked forward to it because it gave him a break from all the textbook reading and problem solving. However focused he could be in those subjects, art class was a welcome change in pace. He wasn’t all too good at it (he’d be lucky to draw what could at least look like a horse?) but he liked this time of day and he liked trying to draw the animations he watched on television with his friends.

Yet if his eleven-year-old heart would be much more honest, those were only little parts of the reason.

The biggest reason was because he could approach a certain young girl he fancied. Due to the freedom provided in this certain art class, all of them were quite free to wander around the classroom and mingle with their classmates, provided that you were still discussing the current project, not making any noise, and actually doing the assigned task to be submitted at the end of the period. So Yoosung takes this chance, albeit in careful portions.

He was a shy and sensitive kid, but he had an excuse to walk up to the aforementioned girl. She had a friend that was good with art. He could pretend to need help from that one but talk more with the other.

Today, they were tasked to draw sceneries with the use of pencils. Shading and outline were the focus. Yoosung was thankful they didn’t dabble with watercolors this time around. He hated watercolors. He thought they were messy under his fingers so he wondered how artists didn’t mind and still end up with masterpieces.

He may never really know.

Yoosung, along with his friend, Hyunsik, tabled with the group of girls. They had been doing this for about a week now and the former only hoped it didn’t seem all too weird, although it seems nobody minded anyway.

“Hi!” Yoosung greeted the group. There were three of them: Hana Kim, the artist he could actually learn from, Miyeon Park, the quiet one, and last but not the least…

“Hey, Areum!” Yoosung’s smile towards her was usually brighter compared to the others.

Areum Lee, the pretty one. When she smiled back at Yoosung, hiding the thin streak of blush on his cheeks would have been almost impossible. Her whole being, he thought, truly lived up to her name. He remembered she had longer hair in the first half of the year. She cut it short this time and always pulled it back with a red headband. It suited with her hair which was the color of sweet milk chocolate. How come she could still be pretty in any style? Yoosung saw others when they changed their appearance and sometimes he didn’t think it suited them.

That’s not the case with Areum.

“Heya, Yoosung! Time to draw again.” She laughed. God, how it hit Yoosung’s heart like a shooting star. “Got a scenery in mind now?”

Yoosung and Hyunsik took their respective seats beside the girls as they maneuvered their tables around to group together. The former made sure he could sit beside Areum and Hyunsik couldn’t manage to even hide the snicker that erupted from his throat. He knew about his friend’s crush but paid no mind. He knew he’d probably break down in embarrassment if Areum somehow found out.

Yoosung thought for a while, but drew a blank. “I… have no idea. I’m never really super prepared for art class.”

“I know, right? Hana probably doesn’t need to think so much about it compared to us!” She said, elbowing said best friend.

Hana stuck her tongue out at all of them. “It’s not my fault I like drawing.”

Areum winked. “We know! We’re just teasing.”

“Might as well start now. We only have about an hour left.” Hyunsik reminded them. He was already starting to outline his shapes. Yoosung thought it looked too round for a mountain but kept his mouth shut.

“Any thought now, Yoosung?” Areum asked, turning her attention towards the brunette and his blank sheet of paper.

He thought sitting beside her was already the nearest he could get, but she almost leaned towards him and he grew flustered.

“A-Ah, no—not yet!”

Areum huffed then turned back to her own desk. Then, as if the bulb in her head lit up, so did the expression on her face and she offered an idea to Yoosung. “Why don’t you draw a night sky with a lot of stars? It pretty much fits you and we can use colored pencils anyway!”

“Ooh, not bad!” It really wasn’t, but how come he didn’t even think of something that should have been obvious to himself? “How about you? What are you gonna draw, Areum?”

Her mouth formed a pout. He thought it was cute.

“I’m still at a loss but…” She tapped her pencil on her paper, then looked back again at Yoosung. “I think I’ll draw a beach. I went there last summer with my family. I thought it was pretty! What do you think?”

“That sounds good. I’m sure you can draw it well.”

“Yeah! It’d be nice to use a lot of yellows and oranges for it. I watched the sunset then.”

“I should do that next summer. It probably looks nicer at a beach, huh?”

Their discussion kept on going between the two of them until Miyeon had to speak up. “You guys do know that you could run out of time by talking about it so much, right?”

Yoosung and Areum looked at each other and then scrambled on to their work. Even if neither of them was good at art, their teacher put in a lot of grades for effort and that wasn’t to be overlooked.

“Ah, Areum, I forgot my eraser.” Yoosung said, not looking up. “Can I borrow yours?”

She nodded, busy with her own work. “Sure. It’s by the pencils.”

“Okay, let me just…” He reached over to the bunch of pencils blindly, patting his hands over the table while his focus was all on filling up the hillside drawing with a deep shade of green.

Areum was on her way to doing so as well, unsure if whether Yoosung knew where it was so she might as well get it herself for him. Her reflection of the orange sun on the sea seemed to be lacking, so she colored it more to bring out the vibrancy, digging her pencil a little harder than she did earlier.

With one similar action towards one small item, two hands met in the middle and startled the owners. Both Areum and Yoosung looked up, first to the source of the surprise, and then to each other. It was easy to see that Yoosung was the most flustered and Areum giggled more at his reaction.

She was the one who got the eraser first, so she put it in Yoosung’s palm. “Here you go!”

“T-Thanks!” To save himself from any more embarrassment, he took it gratefully and turned back to his work. All he wanted was to talk to her today, but it seemed fate was being more generous than usual.

He wasn’t complaining, though. No, not at all.

But he did grow slightly nervous.

After some time, most of them were done with their artworks. Hana and Miyeon had submitted theirs already, waiting for grading from their teacher. Hyunsik was finishing with the details. Yoosung still thought his mountain seemed too round, but who was he to judge? His hillside might as well be almost flat.

He was staring at his work now, wondering what was still lacking, when Areum popped up to speak again beside him.

“Looks good! I knew you could draw that.” Her eyes seemed to be beaming with delight, appreciating the better drawing from her classmate. “Are you gonna draw a person in it, too?”

Yoosung offered a confused face. “I don’t know. I thought we were only supposed to draw the scenery?”

She shrugged. “People can be a part of it. I think it’d look nice if you drew yourself there.”

“I think it’s lame if it’s me. I should… draw someone else to make it better.” Yoosung laughed it off lightly as he started to take a brown shade of pencil to start.

“Oh? Who’re you gonna draw?” Areum watched as Yoosung continued to sketch, then realized there was no need to ask. The red headband and brown hair was a big giveaway already, and even she felt a warmness rise up to her cheeks.

To be fair, she went back to her own drawing and smiled at the idea. It was playful and fun and harmless. She took up the same shade of pencils Yoosung had used and drew a person on her own beach. Once done, Areum stood up and admired her work. It seemed Yoosung was also done with his and ready to have it graded.

“Yoosung, look.” Areum brought up her paper, a yellow-orange dominant version of a sunset on a beachside. A small, brown-haired boy sat on the sand. “Fair enough, right?”

He was surprised. His face clearly showed it to her. “You drew me.”

“Yeah.” Her grin towards him was laced with appreciation. “Thanks for drawing me in yours, Yoosung. I really like it. Come on. Let’s get these graded. We’re the last ones to finish.”

He ended up following her to where their teacher was, but he couldn’t help but feel flustered at what just happened. It was a silly sort of exchange, but Yoosung found it to be more than enough. As far as he was concerned, his day was more than complete.

They were fortunate to be able to pass it on time and still get a good grade once the artworks were handed back. As soon as art class ended, everyone started preparing for the next one. Was it Korean history already? The day was going to end soon. Yoosung had to part ways with the girls to go back to his seat in the classroom. He sat quite some distance away from Areum so talking to her during class was never really an option available to him. His extracurricular activities also prohibited him most of the time to hang out during the afternoons.

But tomorrow was Friday and he was free then. Maybe he could ask her to hang out then. He could wait until tomorrow to ask, just so he can gather up some extra courage to do so. Besides, it wasn’t as if he wouldn’t see her at school again, right?

… Right?

-

“Didn’t you hear?” Hyunsik asked, his tone expressing surprise peppered with a tinge of concern. “Areum moved.”

Yoosung frowned. He had barely even arrived at school that next morning and that was the first thing he’d hear. “What?”

“Miyeon told me.”

“But we just had class with her yesterday.” He said, glancing over at what was once Areum’s seat. He thought she was just oddly late today or that she wasn’t feeling well. But moving away?

It made him sad.

Yoosung walked over towards where Hana and Miyeon sat, hoping to hear something about it all. Hyunsik followed him.

“Areum left?” Yoosung asked.

Hana looked up at her classmate and nodded slowly. “Her dad’s work thing made them move. We already knew about it a couple of weeks ago.”

“Where?”

Miyeon shook her head. “We’re not really sure. Areum didn’t say much about it.”

“I see. Too bad we couldn’t hang out much.”

Hana agreed. “I know. Yesterday, you two seemed to get along pretty well.”

“She’s always been nice.” Yoosung shook his head once and bid the girls goodbye. “Thanks for telling me. Hope she’s well.”

It would be a clear lie to say he wasn’t upset about Areum’s leaving, but he never got close to her much to expect her to say something about it to him. At least he had yesterday to remember by.

Yoosung sighed.

He really did like her.

He went back to his seat and started fiddling with the contents of his bag, ready to pull out a pen and pad to distract his mind. That was when he saw a small object chucked inside the corner of his pencil case.

A rubber eraser.

He chuckled.

That was Areum’s. Did he forget to return it?

Maybe he did, and he decided to keep it as a small token of knowing her.

With little contact they shared prior to this, it seemed impossible to see her again.

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Do you remember your first love?

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[ Areum has entered the chatroom. ]

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Aaaand there we go! I really wanted to post this now since it was eating at me and I felt like I should try to move onto the next part soon or else I’ll lose my ideas. 💕

So this was like a background for everything else. I forgot how 11-year-old kids work?? But I remember we can have really big crushes on others by then lol sorry. I knew someone who ended up with his first love since elementary haha.

Anyway, I hope you guys liked it. Please tell me what you think! 💕

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#yaaaay i finally got this out #this was in my mind for a while now #yoosung kim #yoosung x mc #yoosung kim x mc #mystic messenger #mysme #mystic messenger fanfiction #mysme fanfiction #mystic messenger fics #mysme fics #my writings #idk i tried again hahahah #i hope you guys like it ajdgbkl;; 💕 #yoosung kim fanfiction #yoosung kim fics #mysme: a little bit of fate

[femmfaetale]

Making Shades Of Purple - Leoji Drabble

When Guang Hong Ji met Leo, he never would have thought it would come to this. He never thought he would get even close to any Western boys, and most definitely not that close.

It had been exactly two weeks since he had sex with Leo de la Iglesia for the first time. To Guang Hong’s disappointment, so far it had been their only time. He honestly had not stopped thinking about it since. He wasn’t sure how Leo could be so casual about the whole thing, just moving on to continue talking about assessments in class once again the next day. Was that normal? Or was it abnormal that the events just kept being replayed in Guang Hong’s mind over and over?

That first time with Leo started with drinks at the bar on campus, which led to talking about Leo’s art project, which led to Guang Hong sitting in the art room, shirtless and blushing so much while he tried to sit still and pose for Leo’s painting. Leo had flicked paint on him when all Guang Hong could do was sit there and squirm, which led to squeaks and giggles, and paint flying and splattering across the room as they wrestled with paintbrushes. They had covered themselves in red and blue paint. Leo reaching out to grab a paint brush out of Guang Hong’s hand had lead to a chaste kiss, which lead to their paint-covered chests being pressed together, paint palettes being dropped, fingers intertwining; making shades of purple where the red and blue pigments mixed between them.

In all honesty, it was the most beautiful thing Guang Hong had ever experienced. Leo was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

***

When he had seen Leo for the first time, it was in his first “Art in the Asia Pacific” class. Guang Hong had just begun his two years on exchange to study in Australia. Chinese Contemporary Art was getting a lot of attention and he had big plans to start an independent gallery back home. His classes at university back home never covered any of the more avant-garde shit that he was interested in exhibiting, though. He had plans. He had to travel for that, but he as on track.

Leo was the tanned, long-haired beauty that sat in front of him during their hour-long lecture. Guang Hong wouldn’t admit it but he had spent too much of that first lecture looking over Leo’s shoulder to get glimpses of the sketches Leo was doing in his notebook instead of taking notes. What started out as a small cluster of tiny flowers, soon transformed into a beautifully shaded collage of overlapped floral patterns, waves and skulls. It was an interesting mix, but even just looking at these rough sketches, Guang Hong was captivated by the balance of light and dark this boy had chosen to use.

***

The second time Guang Hong saw Leo was more-or-less through forced interaction. Leo had sat next to him in their tutorial which had Guang Hong taking frantic glances at the beautiful boy next to him. But to his absolute shock and horror, their teacher had announced that they would be doing one of those stupid fucking “get-to-know-you” exercises. They each had to purposefully talk to somebody they hadn’t met yet and then tell the rest of the class three facts about the person they had just met. Guang Hong fucking hated these. He could feel the heat in his cheeks rise to new levels as he turned, giving an unsure look to the beautiful guy sitting next to him.

“Well…I don’t know anyone, I’m on exchange” The boy said in a deep, accented voice that Guang Hong was not expecting. Was that American? It was a shock after being surrounded by the harsh twang of the Australian accents humming around them. “So, can I chat with you?” He asked. Guang Hong noted that although his voice was deep, it was soft. It seemed to compliment the soft, warm glow that radiated from Leo’s skin. He wondered if he was warm to the touch but he shook that thought out of his head before it could fully develop.

“Uh. Y-yes. I am on exchange too.” Guang Hong stuttered a little. He wasn’t shy, really. He had come across the fucking ocean to study and be around new people. It was something about talking to this boy though, that made him come off this way.

“Oh cool!” The other boy’s caramel eyes seemed to light up. “I’m Leo de la Iglesia, what’s your name?” He was smiling now, showing off beautifully straight teeth and beautifully sculpted cheek bones. Damn.

“Oh um.” Guang Hong paused for a moment. He hated this, he really did. “I use Ji as my English name,” He gave a half-smile, trying his best to not make too much eye contact.

“English name?” Leo’s head cocked to the side as he asked the question.

“Yeah. Yeah I’m from China. My Name is Guang Hong Ji but well…in this country Guang Hong is a mouthful and English names are common for us to choose to make things easier and-“

“What do you prefer to be called?” Leo asked. Guang Hong’s heart sped up a little. He hadn’t been asked this question since he arrived in Australia a month ago. Against his will, the blush across his cheeks was intensifying.

“Well I mean. Guang Hong, I guess but-“ he was a little unsure of where this was going.

“Guang Hong it is, then.” Leo continued to smile.

So, he’s cute and culturally sensitive. Fuck.

Guang Hong was in trouble with this one. Boys were so not the purpose of coming here, no matter how beautiful they were.

***

As their first class together went on, Guang Hong seemed to relax a little more. First day nerves were normal, right? Especially in a completely new environment. But it helped a lot to know that Leo was pretty much in the same situation. It was…nice. And so, at the end of their class, Guang Hong had eagerly asked for Leo’s social media.

They spoke via Snapchat throughout the rest of the day, sending each other worried-faced selfies when they got lost. By the end of the day they knew that they only had the one class together and had exchanged class schedules.

By Thursday, Guang Hong and Leo were meeting up on their lunch breaks, going to the bar, and discussing what teachers they liked and disliked so far. They talked about their interests and what it was they actually planed on doing with their study. Leo had turned out to be doing a Visual Arts degree which needed a certain amount of theory classes per semester – which was why he was in Guang Hong’s class in the first place. He was an artist; a painter and performer. Guang Hong was intrigued and he’d be lying if he didn’t admit that he was impressed.

“So. Can I ask you something? Are we like at a point where we can ask each other shit now?” They met after their class at the bar again on Friday evening. Leo’s face was glowing even more than usual as he slurred a little, looking into his glass of beer. He had said that it was gross but that it was the cheapest thing they had. Guang Hong had taken the slightly more expensive but equally more delicious choice and chosen a pink drink that looked more like soda than anything alcoholic. He felt a little silly but logically, he knew that getting something he liked over what he thought he was supposed to like should win out.

“Guang Hong, are you queer?”Leo asked anyway, despite Guang Hong not actually answering his first question. He paused. Guang Hong felt as though there could be a thousand tiny lightening bolts surging through his chest in that moment.

“W-what?” He was taken-a-back to say the least. He had never in his life been asked outright about his sexuality. And never before had he had a conversation with actual words instead of just through kisses in secret and blowjobs in clubs. Never had this come up with someone who actually might enjoy his company.

“Like. Are you gay?” Leo clarified. “I’m sorry if I’m intruding or being offensive I don’t mean to be, I’m not…I wouldn’t judge you no matter wh-“ He was rambling. It was kind of sweet.

“I am. Yeah I. I like boys.” Guang Hong looked down at his own lap. God, he had never actually said that out loud, in English or in Mandarin.

“Oh good” Leo said way too casually for Guang Hong’s taste. “I am too. I mean I like girls too but…anyway the reason I’m asking is because I need to make a visual proposal for a body of artwork.” His eyes were lighting up when Guang Hong’s lifted to look back at the other boy. He was speaking in an animated way that he could tell Leo was passionate about what he was saying. He liked that. He liked that Leo cared. He also relaxed a little with the help of Leo, speaking so indifferently about something Guang Hong usually kept pretty hidden. So while his heart attempted to calm down after his minor confession, he sat and he listened.

“So, what is your proposal exactly?” Guang Hong Asked. He wasn’t an artist himself but he was in love with the way Leo spoke about it.

“I want to paint the diversity within a minority,” Leo simply stated. “So, do you wanna help me?” He asked. Guang Hong was kind of entranced by this strange, somewhat impulsive boy.

All he could do was nod.

Guang Hong Ji doesn’t think he will ever let go of his time with Leo in that art room.

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