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roronoa-swords · 3 years

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Cop and Thief

Smoker x Portgas D. Ace

Fandom: One Piece

Genre: Smut with a lil angst

Timeline: Modern AU!

Pairing: Smoker x Ace

Request: For Op-Law from wattpad. You can also find this story there under the name Da3Stuges. I share an account with two other amazing authors💚

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"This is the second time Portgas. When are you going to learn that doing arson is illegal?" A white haired male snarled with an irritated look on his face.

"C'mon Smokey, when are you gonna lighten up a bit? It's the 21st century, stop being so...old." The man named 'Portgas' said as he laid his head on the table.

Smoker let out a deep sigh before he uncuffed the man. "Just-...." The older man breathed. "Just get outta my sight Portgas. If I see you in here again, you're gonna regret it."

"Oh I'm soooo scared!" He mocks. "See you later old man!" The ravenette said as he ran out of the police station. Smoker's assistant, Tashigi only stood in pure, agitated disbelief.

"Why do you keep letting him go Sergeant Smoker? He's only gonna cause more trouble, not only for you, but for the entire GPD! We have to go get him!" The navy haired woman with red glasses perched on top of her head complained.

Smoker sighed. He was asked -and told- the same thing every single time. Smoker waved her off.

"Stand down Tashigi. Portgas acts like any other old reckless youngster, there is no need to get rash." Sergeant Smoker seriously needed a break. He already gained a headache trying to apprehend Portgas. He didn't need this extra addition. But, it seems Tashigi didn't get the memo.

"But sir! Portgas D. Ace is the eldest of the infamous ASL brothers! Those three terrorize any store they find! And just for food?!?! He's also allies with Whitebeard and Roger! He needs to be apprehended immediately before his entire posse raid this whole town!" The woman screeched as she tried to get her point across.

"I said stand down cadet!" He barked. "I am aware of Portgas' affiliations, I am aware of his younger brothers, and I am very much aware of the consequences of him continuing to run free." It's like the people in this damned department didn't understand.

"Please stop rambling nonsense around my head and move on from this subject. To be quite frank, I'm done with Portgas and his case. So if you want to capture him so bad, why don't you go and do it?" Smoker sneered as he has gotten fed up with Tashigi and her screeching.

"But Sergeant Smoker-.." She tried to reason but never got to finish her sentence. Smoker upped and left the room.

"Damned people. I don't know how many times they want me to repeat the same words over and over again." He grumbled as he stomped his way to his office.

"That damn brat is growing on me. Without him, these calls won't be challenging at all."

He sighed, entering his office. Sitting down on the slightly worn out chair, he gazed upon his achievements that were mounted on the wall.

'Soon, I won't have a job if I keep this up.' He thought with a sigh. This whole situation was troublesome.

Suddenly, a knock was heard.

"Enter." The tired male spoke. He waited to see who would be on the other side of his door. Surprisingly, it was Monkey D. Garp, the retired chief of police. Smoker stood up, as a sign of respect.

"G-Garp-San," He hesitated. "To what do I owe this visit? More so, why have you came to visit me?" Smoker was puzzled. Why was the greatest chief of police that ever resided in this town, here in his office?

Garp stood as strong as ever. Dressed down in his white button up and some white dress pants.

"Well, Sergeant," Garp began. " a little birdy...more-so...your assistant Tashigi, seemed to be in distress. I asked her, and she told me that you keep letting a certain freckled faced fellow go." Smoker kept his composure, but inwardly groaned. That woman could never keep her mouth shut.

"Mind explaining why you are releasing my grandson only to capture him again later on?" Garp questioned as he looked at Smoker with curious amusement.

Smoker stayed silent. It wasn't that he didn't know how to answer the question, it was more of him in denial.

"To be honest with you Chief...I'm not sure why I do that." He said scratching the back of his neck. A sign that Garp picked up from past visits, indicating he was nervous.

"Portgas brings...life to the chases we do-" Smoker paused. "him and his brothers." He continues. "So taking them in would diminish all the fun." Garp stared at him for a minute before answering.

"But you do know that even if they do rob stores for food, they have very strong and dangerous allies." He stated. "Ace with Whitebeard and Roger, Sabo with Dragon, and Luffy with Shanks. Not to mention they have their own crews. For example, Luffy and his Straw hat brats." Garp concluded as fixed Smoker with a stare.

"Though I am assuming- and hoping that this isn't the case-" Garp straightens to his full height. "Could it be that you are starting to harbor feelings for the brat?" Garp asked.

The male in question thought about the elders statement. 'Do I like Portgas? No....no I can't do that. There's no way. Unless...?' Smoker thought as he racked through his brain for answers.

Garp sighed. "Well, I've got to go. Even though they are criminals, they're still my grandkids. However, they are gonna get a rude awakening when I return back home from the holidays." He said with a menacing smile as he cracked his knuckles. He looked at Smoker then smirked at him before exited out of his office.

'That was weird.' The white haired male said as he lit up a cigar. He sat down and took a puff. He sighed out a breath as he wondered.

'What am I going to do?'

(Ace's POV)

"LUFFY! ACE! LET'S GO!" Sabo shouted. We just raided one of our favorite restaurants. We dodged a couple of frying pans, cutting boards, and a few stray eating utensils along the way. We finally arrive to our usual little hiding spot. We're here just until things die down, then we normally make our way home. Fuck I'm tired. I focus on catching my breath as Luffy starts laughing.

"Shishishi~ I got all the meat!" My idiot of a little brother exclaims.

"Lies! I got some meat too- and I aint sharing so don't give me that face." I said as my straw hat wearing brother pouts.

"You idiots argue for the most simplest things," Sabo rolled his eyes. "it's unbelievable sometimes." He sighed as he looked down in embarrassment.

"WHO YOU CALLING AN IDIOT, BARBIE DOLL?!?" I snap.

"EH!? YOU WANNA FIGHT?!" Sabo shouts back. Oh ho hooo I am not backing down bitch.

"BRING IT ON YOU SMURF!"

Sabo and I were head to head and I could see the electricity between us. "Shishishi~ usually it's me and Ace or Ace and Smokey." Luffy said as he munched on a bag of chips.

"Speaking of Smokey, he always catches you and then lets you go 5 hours later. Wanna explain?" Sabo said as he looked at me with a smirk on his face. I felt my cheeks heat up as I look the other way.

"There's nothing to explain. He catches me, we talk, then he lets me go. Nothing else." I mumbled, hoping Sabo wouldn't press into the situation more.

"Judging by your face I think you have some attraction for him." Apparently, he didn't get the hint or he got it and just didn't care.

"Ugh just drop it Sabo. Even if I DID like him there is absolutely NO POSSIBLE WAY Oyaji or that old bastard would approve." I sulk.

Sabo walks up to me and grabs my shoulders. "Wouldn't approve of what? You being gay?"

"Hmm? Oh, No, I told them my preference before and they didn't have a problem. I think they wouldn't approve because of who I chose to like. Remember," I sigh. "He's a cop. I'm a thief. Not to mention my stupid old man. It isn't gonna work."

I turn away from him as my shoulders droop. 'Besides..I think he likes that little assistant of his...despite how annoying she is.' I thought as a I succumb to my inner thoughts.

"Eh, Ace, I know you're worried about their opinion, but, if you really like him, you gotta face your fears and tell him. Rejection is always better than regret." Luffy said with a serious expression.

Sabo and I looked at him shocked. He tilts his head in confusion. 'Luffy....has a brain?' I stare at him.

"What? Is there something on my face?" He picks his nose.

'Well nevermind he's back to being an idiot.' I sweatdrop.

"Well, we should get going. Thatch needs to cook the food." Sabo said and as soon as he did, Luffy and I race back to the house.

"Hey! Wait for me! Guys!" I hear Sabo shout.

~timeskip brought to you by Marco chasing Ace around in a pineapple tank top~

"Why...did you guys..run of like that?" Sabo panted as he finally caught up with us.

"You've gotten slow Sabo..need to fix that." I say as I smirk mischievously at him. He pales at my sentence and begins to mumble something before Luffy's voice is heard, shouting so the whole block hears him. "WE'RE HOME!"

He then turns towards us, "Let's go, I want FOOODD!" and dashes inside.

Sabo and I stare at him for a second before his words fully register in my mind. "DON'T EAT ALL THE MEAT LUFFY!" I shout. I dash inside, leaving Sabo in the dust.

"Thatch! Marco! Oyaji! How are you guys?" I ask as we all sit at the table. Well Oyaji stood, but that doesn't make much of a difference.

"We're fine." Thatch hummed, "-but mind telling why you got captured today?" he questions as he glances behind him, amused.

"Oh, um...how'd you know about that?" I laugh nervously with an uneasy feeling in my chest.

"Gurararara~ We know everything around here, brat. Did you forget already?" Oyaji says, with his signature laugh.

I facepalm because of my stupidity. 'Of course Oyaji would know the smoking Sargeant.'

"Shishishi~ Ace got captured by Smokey! But their fight was..weird." Luffy's shine like literal stars as Thatch sets a plate full of meat in front of him. "Weird like how yoi?" Marco spoke, leaning on the table with a lazy smirk.

"They were saying weird stuff to each other. Like when Ace said that if Smokey has this much energy fighting, how much energy would he have in-" Luffy didn't get to finish before I shoved a piece of meat in his mouth. "OKAYY," I chuckle nervously, "we don't need to hear anymore a that, right Sabo?" I force a smile, praying that Sabo would be on my side.

Sabo looks at me before smirking. 'Oh no'

"I don't know, Ace...you were kinda..touchy with him today." He teased. "Any reason why?" I look at him with the most hateful gaze ever, but he just brushes it off. 'Damnit Sabo! You're gonna make Oyaji kill him you overgrown barbie doll!'

Everyone at the table looked at me with a face of interest. Even Izo, Vista and Haruta.

'When the hell did they get here?'

The only one who didn't had a readable expression was Oyaji. 'Fuck...he's gonna kill me'

"Were you flirting- with Sergeant Smoker, Ace?" Izo questioned me with a large smirk on his rose colored lips. Before I even had the chance to answer, the overgrown, knock-off barbie doll on the right of me spoke up.

"Flirting? It was like watching sex happen in front of my eyes-" He didn't get to finish as I slammed my fist on top of his head.

"Damnit Sabo! Are you trying to get me killed?!" I yelled as I stood up from my seat, meat on my plate forgotten.

"I mean you needed a push and I'm there to help." He winced as he rubbed the top of his head. Before I said anything, I was cut of again.

'Why the fuck do I keep getting interrupted!? I'm running out of patience.'

"Ace.." Oyaji started as he looked at me with a glare, some haki leaking through. "Are you interested in this...Sergeant?" He finished. The whole table went down in silence and Sabo looks away from me, I don't have to look at him to know he feels full of guilt.

"No Oyaji.....what gave you that idea?" I say, not looking at Oyaji in the eye.

"Ace..you know that relationship will not work. He's a Sergeant, a cop," He emphasizes. "...and you. You're a thief." He says firmly, staring into my being.

"Your relationship is gonna end up in two ways. One, he continues to set you free after every chase and loses his rank- or worse, his job-"

'I don't want to be the reason he loses his job.' I clench my fist.

"Or two, you get caught and thrown in jail." Oyaji speaks. I know what he's saying. I know what he's trying to get into my head.

"Either he's gone or your life is over."

'I know the risks....I know I don't have a chance. But why does it hurt so much hearing it from you, Oyaji?'

I thought as I bit my bottom lip.

"Honestly," He grunts. "I don't care who you date. Your father, however, is the problem." I tch. That stupid old man.

"You know he has issues trusting the police. Ever since the incident with your mother." He continued. "Of course she's alive and well, but he almost lost her, Ace. He almost lost you.

I put my head down in shame.

'I knew it. They wouldn't approve. They wouldn't accept it. Damn it.'

"I know that Oyaji..that's why I said I don't like him you know." I bark a laugh. It sounded so mechanic that Luffy had stopped eating.

"...Sabo and Luffy were just messing with me." I say flashing a pained smile, a vain attempt to seem unfazed.

"Ace.." Thatch calls. I don't answer.

"Well, that settles that. I'm going to be in my room. I'm not hungry." I slide the plate over in between Sabo and Luffy, signaling that they can have my share.

I walk out of the dining room and head to my room. 'Nothing is ever fair anymore.'

I open the door to my room and slam it closed, locking it behind me. I huff. For fuck's sake.

'I need to cool down...I don't need another lecture from Marco about burning holes into my bedroom walls again.'

Shuffling around in my room, trying to calm down- though I'm unsuccessful-, something clicks.

What if....?

I rush and throw on a shirt. I don't bother to button it up cause why not. Opening my window and climbing out, I breathe in slight anticipation.

'Maybe he's on duty tonight...'

(Sabo's POV)

I watch Ace leave the dining room with a hurt look in his eyes. 'I over did it.' I can't help but think. Pops sighs before he took a sip of his sake.

"I know the brat likes that Sergeant and frankly, I would like to see them together, but Roger wouldn't allow it."

Ah, speaking of the devil. Said man enters the house with Aunt Rouge and Uncle Rayleigh following behind him.

'Just how many people live here?' I sweatdropped.

"Ahaaa Newgate! Pass over the sake you old geezer!" Roger exclaimed, dismissing the tense atmosphere in the room. 'He either doesn't notice it, or he notices and doesn't care. Probably the latter.'

"Gurararara~ Go get your own, this one's mine." Pops said as he hogged up the rest of the sake on the table.

"Aww cmon, you drinked the rest of the booze ya old bastard." Roger complained as he took a seat next to Pops.

"For an old man he really asks like a kid yoi." Marco mumbles. "Tell me about it, and I'm married to him." Aunt Rouge added as she put two fingers on the bridge of her nose.

"Oiii!" Roger exclaimed with a pout. 'He really is a man baby'

"Roger.. Rouge.. there is something we need to...discuss." Pops says as his smile drops.

Sensing the tension in the room, Roger stopped smiling and gave a blank stare. "About what Newgate?" He questioned. "It's about Ace." Pops said.

As if the room dropped below freezing point, Roger gave Pops a ice cold stare as his haki started to leak out.

"What happened to my son?" He asked as he stood up. Marco and Thatch stood next to Pops just in case something happens.

'Now I see why Ace doesn't tell you things, Roger. You're overprotective.' I thought as I made my way over to Luffy.

"Nothing happened to him Roger..." Oyaji paused. "He's just.....experiencing feelings for someone, is all." Pops concluded.

Roger visibly relaxed and smiled "Then what's the problem? You got me all tense for nothing!" He exclaimed as he laugh, but Pops only chuckled. "Ah but wait, he's interested in an officer. Down at the GPD, there's a smokey Sergeant that's caught Ace's attention." Pops said

Roger's smile disappeared and was replaced with an angry scowl almost immediately.

"Absolutely not. There's NO WAY I'm letting my only son date an officer. After what they did to us?! No way." He said as he threw his hands up. Roger only looked away in anger and slight disbelief.

"If I may ask...what happened exactly yoi?" Marco questioned. Though, this is the first time I've seen Marco flinch when someone answered his questions.

'Now I reallyyyy understand why Ace don't tell him anything.'

"When Rouge was pregnant with Ace, I was on the run from the government. I was caught and my execution was planned, but they didn't go through with it." He started. "Because it was unsafe, Rouge was forced to hold Ace for 20 months. Thus causing his birth to be heavily delayed. When it was time for Rouge to give birth, I broke out of the prison they kept me in."

As Roger talked, I could feel the raw hatred, and bits of Haki begin to pour out into the room. ~To be continued~

#anime #portgas d ace #gol d. roger #smoker #modern au #straw hat luffy

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theotter99 · 5 years

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Uncovering Fables

Chapter 1 Part 1.2

The moment Alzena walked into the bar, she scanned the room and once she spotted Drew, a large smile spread across her face. She ran towards the counter, not caring if she made a scene. Drew did a similar thing. At the time, he was wiping down the counter but the moment his dad instinets went off and Alzena came in, he dropped everything and started walking towards her.

The two meet up in the center of the bar and attacked hugged each other. Alzena giggled as Drew picked up Alzena and spun around. He almost made a chair fall over but he didn’t seem to care. He was glad to see his girl.

Drew finally put Alzena down, smiling. “Gosh, it’s been awhile since I’ve seen you. You need to tell me everything that’s been going on since I’ve last seen you.”

“Well, Dylan and I moved in together.” Alzena’s eyes sparkle a bit.

“Ohh~ Really? When do you guys plan on tying the knot?” Drew winks.

Alzena’s face starts turning red from embarrassment. “Drew… No… Not yet.” Drew chuckles and pats Alzena’s shoulder. “Come on, let’s get some drinks while we talk.”

Of course, Drew still had work but every time he was free, he would turn to Alzena and they would talk about the last few months. Alzena sat on a stool at the counter and was drinking a soda as she glanced around the bar. She missed this place. She really needed to visit it more often. Drew and her talked for a good 30 minutes. Alzena talked about how her move went and Drew told stories about the bar. When Drew mentioned how it almost burned down a month ago, Alzena panicked but Drew managed to calm her down.

Finally, as the place seems to slow down a little, Drew was free to have his complete attention on Alzena. “So, what brings you to this state away? It’s a good drive from where you live.”

“Oh, um, well… I was talking to Dylan earlier today and I decided to get back into writing.”

“Really? That’s great!”

“Yeah, I’m pretty excited too.” Alzena sighs. “Just, I need some inspiration in order to do that, you know. And you’re always telling me about all those weird stories you’ve heard from the patrons. I decided to come around and see it for myself.”

“Oh… Well, I hate to break it to you but it’s been a pretty slow night. I doubt anything interesting will happen.”

Alzena sighs before she slowly nods. “Eh… Makes sense. But hey, at least I get to see you again!’

Penelope Patrick was being a rude girl. She was sitting down the counter all by herself, saying almost nothing. She kept her head down while she couldn’t help but think about all the failures she had in her lifetime. It was one of those nights and Penelope hated it. Her mind wouldn’t stop thinking.

And then Alzena walked into the building and she quickly made a scene with her reunion with Drew. To stop her mind from thinking about her life, her hearing wandered to Alzena and Drew’s conversation. She listened to everything they said, and that was rude.

Penelope wasn’t a good looker. Far from it. Penelope felt every imperfection about her. She was overweight and short. He face was covered with freckles and her white framed glasses were big on her chubby face. She wore silver earrings, a jean jacket over a purple shirt and tan pants. Her short blonde hair was extremely messy and stuck up in many places. Penelope often kept closed off and in a tight ball, as if to avoid as many people as possible.

As she slowly started to realize something though, she started to loosen up and glanced over at Alzena next to her.Was that seriously Alzena Pass? Penelope remembered reading her small book a long time ago. It was so nice and Penelope couldn’t help but smile as she remembered it.

But then Alzena disappeared because of school. Penelope couldn’t believe that she was seriously seeing this author with her very eyes. It was unbelievable. She needed to say hi.

No, wait. She couldn’t. This woman was an author! Penelope couldn’t just talk to her. What could she even offer to her?

But then… Alzena mentioned something about inspiration and stories. As Penelope sat up, the wheels started turning in her head when she remembered something. Something that happened just a year ago. She had a story. It was a good one to. Thinking about this, almost felt like she was given permission for her to talk to Alzena.

After a shaky breath, Penelope stood up and slowly approached Alzena from behind. Just say hi. It wasn’t that awkward. Penelope could do it. Yeah. She could! She believed in herself! Just do it!” “HI!” Penelope suddenly screamed out right behind Alzena. The author jumped in surprise, not expecting a loud roar in her ear. Alzena yelps and crashes onto the floor when she accidently fell off her chair. From the loud crash, Penelope quickly stepped back and looked around embarrassed. Only a few people were looking in her direction.

“I am soooo sorry.”

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#uncoveringfables #uncovering fables #uncovering fables remake #My writing #writers of tumblr #AlzenaPass #Drew Ember #penelope patrick

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muselin · 7 years

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Behind Closed Doors - Chapter 5

This is a bit of a mammoth chapter but I just couldn't bring myself to split it into two. I feel like I connected more deeply with Scorpio's character while I was writing this and I feel like this could almost be a standalone story. Anyway, read and enjoy! Love, Muslin.

My morning had been oddly quiet. After the complete shitshow of a night I'd gone through I could feel myself unable to expend any more energy towards feeling sorry for myself. I took a page out of Zig's book and proceeded to work myself into oblivion since it was actually helpin’ me not to think of anything else.

Ichtys's half-assed reports were actually helpful for once because they gave me the extra work I needed to distract me. It was so welcome that I didn't even bother yellin' at him this time. When I was done with fixing the reports I went to take them to Zig at the palace myself, after which I went to start my turn at the reflecting pool and dish out my punishments for the day. I was wary of seeing someone from Punishments but I quickly brushed that off. I was convinced that the only way for things to be back to normal was to act as though they were.

Still, it was a small relief when I found no one at the pool. I took out my list and got to work. I paid more attention than usual to the scenes I saw in the pool. I analysed the wrong-doers' weak spots and hit the bastards exactly where I knew it'd hurt.

A few hours passed quietly like this before I was finished with my list of people to punish. I'd done the reports for them simultaneously so there was nothing left to do but go back to Zig again to deliver them. As I made my way across the palace, Altair teleported next to me to notify me that Zig had called a short department meeting asking all of us to be there.

My stomach dropped into my fuckin' heels. And here I thought I could get away with one good day...

"Yeah, okay, I'll be there," I grumbled to Altair. I ran my hand through my hair. There was no getting out of this since I was in the palace already. Seeing Dui was the last thing I needed right now but if I didn't show up without a good reason I knew Zig would be pissed. I'd skipped work once already this week. I just had to fuckin' suck it up and do it.

Mentally pumping myself up, I continued to Zig's office.

"Hey," I said as I went in, "Here are my reports for today".

"Good morning, Scorpio," Zig said without looking up from his own reports, "Thank you. Efficient work as usual."

"What's the meet'n about then," I asked as I took my usual spot leaning again the wall near the door, trying to sound as non-chalant as possible.

"It will simply be a weekly performance review for the department. No preparation will be necessary".

"Cool," I said, maintaining my slightly disinterested facade.

Soon enough, Partheno arrived, exactly on time.

"Oh, is it going to be just the three of us," he asked as he took his seat. "What a cosy little development."

Zyglavis pointedly glanced at the ornate clock on his wall, his face making a very dissatisfied expression.

"No, I do believe I called for the presence of our whole department. I will wait five more minutes since Ichthys is always behind schedule, but I did not expect this from Krioff or Dui".

Sure enough, in five minutes' time the fish burst through the door, gasping for breath.

"Ziggy, I'm soooo sorry I'm late!! I got so caught up looking for the reports I was supposed to bring today, I just couldn't find 'em!"

"Ichthys, while your lateness is completely unacceptable, it is nothing that particularly surprises me. Since you seem to feel such a needed surge of positive work ethic, however, I will overlook this today. Take a seat. Scorpio already delivered your reports to me this morning."

Ichthys blinked a few times in confusion, then looked at me with a puzzled expression.

"You got 'em for me?"

"Tch. Yeah, just sit down already," I waved my hand in annoyance. I had no time to spend on him at that moment.

"I believe we have waited the acceptable amount of time and we will now proceed with our meeting," Zyglavis said as he got up from his desk. "However, it is unusual that both Krioff and Dui are absent without notice. Scorpio, has either of them checked in with you yesterday or today?"

I grit my teeth.

"No, haven't seen 'em," I said curtly.

"Ichthys, Partheno, have either of you been in contact with them?"

Partheno and Ichthys both shook their heads.

Zyglavis's mouth set into the familiar threatening grim line.

"Surprisingly unprofessional... I am afraid I have no choice but to put in a negative evaluation on their performance this week. Now then, let us proceed."

The meeting commenced and I tried hard to ignore the sense of dread that was surging in my chest.

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"Mmm..."

A pleasurable, urgent sensation roused Krioff from his deep sleep. He shifted his hips in its direction, not rushing to open his eyes to the light of day just yet. As his senses became clearer, he recognised a particular warmth and wetness as the cause of the pleasant sensation.

"Mmn... Dui?"

"Hmm?"

Krioff cracked his eyelids open to the sight of Dui's beautiful brown eyes looking up at him as his mouth was languidly taking in Krioff's stiff cock.

"Ahh... There are definitely... Mm... Worse ways to wake up," Krioff mumbled between sighs as he slowly reached to run a hand through Dui's soft chestnut locks.

The god of Gemini didn't respond but instead took more of Krioff's cock in his mouth, adding his hand to the mix as he started to stroke him. Krioff gasped, his hand tightening in Dui’s hair.

There was a hesitant knock on the door which went completely unnoticed by the two gods who were currently completely absorbed in each other.

Krioff’s heavy breaths filled the room and when Dui looked up, he saw his masculine features twisted in pleasure. Krioff’s left hand kept a grip on Dui’s hair while his right fisted the blanket.

“Fuck… I… Oh…”

Dui’s lips were rapidly gliding up and down Krioff’s cock in tandem with his hand and he could feel Krioff growing harder in his mouth.

The temperature in the room was rising and Dui smelled smoke. He glanced up to see the blanket that Krioff was clutching was now smoking in his hand.

“Dui… I can’t, you’re gonna make me… Oh shit,” Krioff gasped and moaned, noticing the blanket.

“Just leave it, you’ll get a new one,” Dui said, his melodic voice slightly husky, and resumed sucking Krioff. He massaged his balls with his other hand and increased the pace.

“Ahhh… Mmm, fuck… Mmm…”

Krioff was thrashing under him, the muscles in his body tensing everywhere, and he couldn’t seem to control his voice. He seemed completely given over to Dui, his face the picture of a being engulfed in divine pleasure. It made Dui feel powerful. It was he who was causing Krioff to experience such pleasure, it was Dui who was in control.

The god of Gemini wanted more.

He released Krioff’s cock and climbed up his muscular body to straddle him. The god of Aries looked up with eyes that shone with lust and he sat up, grabbing Dui’s form and pulling his body flush to his own as he kissed him wildly.

They both understood what Dui wanted and Krioff wanted nothing more than to give it to him. Dui forewent any preparation and guided Krioff’s cock to his own entrance, impatient but so consumed by lust that he cared little for pain. He was too used to pain anyway.

Dui grit his teeth as he took Krioff in, slowly inching himself down on his cock. It hurt and he felt overstretched already but he didn’t want to stop. He was chasing his own satisfaction now and he knew it always started to feel better quick.

Fully encased in Dui’s tight heat, Krioff splayed his hands on Dui’s thighs and threw his head back with an unrestrained moan.

“Ohhh fucking hell… Dui, you feel unbelievable…”

The god of Gemini failed to answer as he was too mesmerised by the beauty of the god under him writhing in ecstasy. He started a slow pace, impaling himself deep on Krioff’s hard dick. The pain was already disappearing and was being rapidly replaced by a most exquisite fullness. Dui loved the feeling of being stretched open and he ground his hips on Krioff, wanting to feel more.

The room had become sweltering but neither god seemed to care. Krioff had more or less reigned in the fire of his right hand but it still felt hot as an iron poker on Dui’s skin.

The god of Aries laid down on his back, gripping Dui’s hips tightly as he started thrusting up into him. It was Dui’s turn to throw his head back and moan his pleasure to the four walls as he was taken by surprise when Krioff rammed right into his sweet spot.

“Mmm, that feels so good… Oh heavens, keep going,” Dui’s strained voice was music to Krioff’s ears and he increased his pace, making sure to thrust hard and deep. He almost felt Dui’s body strain to accommodate his thick cock as it squeezed him tightly. The heat, the friction, Dui’s beautiful face as he shut his eyes and his lips fell open with his moans, it was driving the god of Aries mad with pleasure.

Krioff sat up with Dui in his lap and buried his face in Dui’s neck, kissing every bit of skin he could reach. He kept his grip on Dui’s right thigh and reached with his right hand between his legs to stroke his bobbing erection.

The god of Gemini felt his breath stop for a moment at the added sensation. He could never last very long when he was stimulated like this. Words were beyond him and his mind was on another plane but he still wanted to express the intensity of sensations raging inside him.

<You’re making me crazy, I’m gonna cum like this…>

Dui’s voice in Krioff’s mind was shaky, overwhelmed. Krioff didn’t stop the assault of kisses on his neck and bit Dui’s earlobe, tracing the shell of his ear teasingly with his tongue.

“Oh yeah? You want me to make you cum?”

Krioff’s gruff whisper sent shivers down Dui’s side and he clawed at Krioff’s shoulders, trying to find purchase on his smooth skin, find an anchor, find something to keep him from floating away into a cloud of ecstasy.

“Please, yes,” he said, feeling the corners of his eyes moist. Krioff’s cock had grown that last little bit larger and harder inside him and was pushing and stroking his sweet spot with every thrust, the friction sending sparks and pricks of pleasure in Dui’s body. They grew and grew, making Dui feel as if he could burst any second, he just needed a little more.

Krioff kissed him roughly, parting his lips and invading Dui’s mouth with his tongue. The sensation of their tongues sliding hungrily against each other sent a surge of heat across their bodies, the sweet tension in their hips becoming unbearable.

Dui was first to break. His nails dug into Krioff’s shoulders and he desperately ground his hips onto Krioff’s cock, feeling him throb inside.

“Nnng…. Aaaah… Aahh, fuck, fuck!”

Dui started spilling his seed over Krioff’s hand as he kept on stroking him, slowing down the pace as Dui’s orgasm made his body convulse. Having almost never heard Dui swear, Krioff was caught off guard and his own orgasm hit like a freight train.

He let go of Dui’s erection and dug his fingers hard into his hips, rutting into him as he practically roared his release. The tight ring of muscles constricting his cock fluttered as he spasmed, pumping Dui full in lewd, hot spurts, making him feel every single one.

The hot air in the room was filled with heavy breaths as the pair of racing hearts began to slow down. The two gods held each other as the intensity of their release gradually faded.

Krioff pressed his forehead against Dui’s, still breathing hard. He reached up with his left hand and tenderly stroked Dui’s face. The god of Gemini opened his eyes and was met with a heated silver gaze that made his heart skip a beat.

“I’m no letting you go now,” Krioff said quietly, but his voice was determined. He pressed his lips to Dui’s, as if affirming the words.

Dui said nothing. Deep down he was afraid, he didn’t know what came now, but something tugged at his heart. It made him not want to leave.

* * *

For all my hatred for humans, I could see the appeal of some aspects of human life. Being able to do everything with a snap of my fingers wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. When I was trying to spend as much time as possible doing something and occupying myself, it didn’t keep me busy anywhere near long enough. Hence my decision to walk a full hour to the cellar where Huedhaut kept his alcohol and manually pour myself a bottle of last year’s red that he’d made. Thankfully the stupid lion was nowhere around, he tended to monopolise Huedhaut’s wine and leave barely anything for the rest of us.

I had somehow actually run out of work to do. While as a god I could spend a very long time working since I didn’t need to eat or sleep, it was strongly encouraged for the Wishes and Punishments departments to maintain a cycle of varying activity. It kept eternal life from getting dull and made sure our powers weren’t overused. I never agreed with that but it was one of the conditions for joining Punishments, and I couldn’t bring myself to refuse over something as stupid as that.

I didn’t think I could sleep again tonight so I’d helped myself to Ichthys’s list of punishments for tomorrow. Most days he didn’t manage to finish them so I figured I would entertain myself by coming up with long, painful drawn out punishments for half his list. I made my way back to the reflecting pool in the palace and settled in for a long evening of work with the wine. I dished out punishment after punishment, each one different than the last, as I spent a long time analysing each case, looking for secrets I could use to blow the wrong-doers’ lives wide open, devastate them enough to make sure they never thought of committing atrocities again.

Hours passed like this and it must have been around midnight when I decided to take a short break. I took a swig from the bottle as I crossed my legs and leaned over the pool, thinking of nothing in particular.

Suddenly, the surface of the water shifted, signifying another scene being shown to me. I peered into the scene and my blood froze in my veins.

It was dark, nearly pitch black, but the moon was shining bright enough to cast pale light over two figures scrambling in a pine forest. There were remnants of snow on the ground and they left imprints as they moved. One figure was larger, taller. A man. It was chasing after the second, smaller figure. I couldn’t see the second one until the man caught up and threw the figure to the ground, spinning it around. I saw it then, the terrified face of a girl no more than sixteen years old. She screamed, a piercing sound that rang in my ears. I could see no one else around, I knew there was no one to hear her and that was why the scene had come to me.

The man pinned her down with his weight and began ripping at her clothes. He got her out of her jacket and started tearing her shirt off of her. It ripped down the side, the stitches not holding together as she fought to keep it on, but he was far stronger than her. She was naked underneath and scrambled to cover herself while she tried to fend off her attacker. I couldn’t see but then suddenly she froze in place. I strained my eyes and saw that the man had taken out a knife and was holding it to her throat.

I felt adrenaline pumping in my veins. My body shook with rage and I clenched my fists, trying to keep myself from snapping my fingers to kill the man instantly. It had happened in the past and I had nearly lost everything because of not being able to control my actions. I’d learned that if a scene was playing out before me, it meant that there was something a god could do without directly affecting whether a human lived or died.

I scanned the scene as fast as I could, trying to ignore the man who was now taking off the girl’s jeans without her resisting anymore.

Think, think… There are no people, no hunters that might shoot him…

I looked at the trees, there were no branches that I could make fall on top of him that wouldn’t kill the girl too. Think…

Pine forest, high altitude… Snow in autumn… Northern hemisphere…

There were birds and squirrels in the trees, I knew that bears would already be hibernating by now in that part of the world. Think… Grass… Fawns…

The man and the girl were near a clearing and sure enough, I could see female elks running to hide across it, scared of the noise. I’d been taught to hunt as a boy back on Earth and I knew that there had to be an elk bull somewhere with the herd since it was their mating season, and I spotted him, already inching towards the two humans. I knew I had to create some kind of noise to agitate him further but snapping branches wouldn’t do…

I had no other choice. I did the only thing I could within my limits. I snapped my fingers once and caused a small electrical surge in the man’s nervous system. It made his hand which held the knife twitch and the blade that had been precariously poised over the girl’s neck dug into her skin. It cut slightly, sending blood dripping in a bright red spot on the snow. The girl panicked and screamed and sure enough, the elk startled. I knew I wouldn’t get into shit for this because an animal’s response was largely unpredictable. It was equally likely to run away as it was to get defensive. Yet, like I hoped, the elk became aggressive towards the perceived threat and charged in the direction of the noise it had heard.

It gained more and more momentum and as it reached the man and the girl, it bent its head forward. Before either of them could react, the elk ploughed into the mad with its antlers, impaling him and smashing him against the trunk of a nearby pine. The girl was too frightened to make a sound and scrambled away, clutching her torn shirt to herself and her hand to her bleeding cut. The elk gored the man and his screams rang through the chill of the night air as life was being ripped away from him. Soon he ceased.

The elk shook its head, shaking off the bloody remains of the man’s intestines off its antlers and slowly started making its way back to the clearing. The girl was watching from behind a tree and slumped to the ground sobbing when it was over. As she calmed down, she looked up at the sky.

She was looking right at me. I knew she couldn’t see me but I couldn’t tear myself away from the look in her eyes, shining with tears. Her lips moved and although I couldn’t hear, I could read the words.

Thank you.

I released a breath I didn’t realise I’d been holding and my heart that was pounding in my ears finally started to quiet. I swallowed and leaned heavily against the rim of the pool as the scene faded away and the surface of the water became transparent once again.

“Ironic.”

I nearly jumped out of my skin. Across the pool from me, leaning over the rim of the basin, looking right at me was Dui. How long had he been here watching me? Probably long enough to watch the whole scene unfold.

I looked into his eyes and I knew. The daring stance, the lack of lustre in his eyes. It wasn’t Dui.

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cagsun · 4 years

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Oh, Japan, how to start writing about you? We came to visit for just 20 or a maximum of 25 days, depending on the coronavirus situation in South Korea and we ended up staying for more than 60 days. So far.

That is not much when you think about slow travelers or maybe war-time stranded soldiers (yes, I’m looking at you 7 years in Tibet) or refugees. In history there have been people who were left in much worse situations for a much longer time, that’s true.

But there’s a certain peculiar pain in not being able to pursue travel plans that you have been making for years, and burning 2 months of your time and savings on some other country just waiting to return to your homeland. There is much going on inside us there to talk about. I am not sure if I can cover that here, but let's try.

I persuaded myself that those dreams of traveling to Latin America won’t be happening soon, and so far it seems I am comfortable with it. Having traveled almost 4 months around Asia really helped with that. I feel a certain amount of satisfaction from traveling right now that I don’t feel like I need more of it. And also, I came to recognize that traveling can be used perfectly as a runaway tool. If you are unhappy with things in your life, travel is one of the best ways to run away from them, only to return to the same pains when the travel is over. There is so much that keeps you busy while traveling (planning trips, accommodation, learning about new places, getting to know people) you don’t really need to look inside. You can keep running away as long as you want. And you can even get addicted to that. Because it’s such a great way of running away, so much joy involved in it: you would feel happier than you could ever be in your daily life, so travel would feel like the ultimate rescue package. And you would employ it whenever life feels unbearable again. To me this is the sad truth about traveling, and why so many people seem to love traveling so much.

Maybe I’m now aware I can’t run away anymore. Maybe it’s time I need to come to terms with life as is, otherwise, my whole life will be a matter of running away from things. And that’s not what I want with my life, that I know. I now know that I need to consistently invest in certain things (people, expertise, hobbies, etc.) so that I can get deep in things and leave marks that don’t happen so easily & quickly. That is something I’ll need to remember for the rest of my life. Things may be painful, life might feel miserable, but I need to find my way of dealing with it, one way or another. This is my ultimate take away from traveling. And funnily enough, these thoughts didn’t appear to me while traveling.

It happened when we actually stopped traveling due to coronavirus and finally I had the time to think about things. That is why I think if you are after enlightenment, maybe what you need to do is stop moving, and stop searching. Stay where you are, stay with your thoughts and be courageous enough to listen to them. Maybe something is shouting inside you waiting to be heard. As Nuri Bilge Ceylan once said, a new place doesn’t create a new person.

Sorry Japan, I got quite sidetracked there. Talking about you, there is so much to say, and at the same time, it feels like there's nothing really worth saying since they had been said so many times before. Japan amazed us in so many different ways. From the moment we landed, until today, there was something surprising all the time if you were ready to see. I remember when we landed, the first evening we went to Akihabara. I wrote it in my blog post for that day, it was unbelievably interesting for me. I don’t know if I’ve seen anything that was pulling me more in that place. All those gadgets, stores of interesting things, games, cultural content... Heaven for a geek.

And from that beginning until today, there have been constantly things that would grab my attention, and creating some kind of desire in me. Many times with a commercial demand, but still the variety of things, the way they are presented, it’s very intriguing. I may say the Japanese are good at design. Things look beautiful as a default. Both natural things and man-made as well. They have a pixel-perfect way of dealing with and shaping nature as well. In their gardens, you can see they don’t have tolerance for lack of beauty but in contrast, they try to create imperfection intentionally. That may be one of many inconsistencies in Japanese culture, but I don’t feel equipped enough to write about Japanese culture. Because I can see it goes very deep, but I haven’t been able to dig deep. That is primarily due to communication difficulties. The number of people we could have a decent English conversation in Japan hasn’t been more than a handful. That is very unfortunate because there is so much to ask here, so much curiosity in me that I couldn’t find a response to, I gave up after a while with my desire to learn more.

That is also due to the fact that we had a very intense travel around Japan. With our 14-day rail pass, we have seen more than 10 cities and tried to really cover those places with respect so we really had days of running from place to place. I wouldn’t do it that way if I knew we would have 60days or 80days here rather than 20.

Coming back to my point, this intense traveling made me tired quite quickly, and my desire to learn more disappeared since there was soooo so much to learn, and I basically didn’t have that much energy or capacity to learn so much in such a short time. And that habit continued after we got stranded and we had so much extra time here.

What else are they good at? They are definitely good at technology but that’s not news. What surprised me more is that they are so good at machinery and electronics combined with mechanics. I mean, I knew they were good at robotics but until I came here I didn’t recognize they have so many car brands, construction vehicles, precision trains, precision machines, elevators, etc. They are also good at building, controlling nature, controlling water, etc. One good example is the toilets. Just by looking at their toilets, you can say so much about Japanese culture -and all cultures in that respect- Japanese are the ones that took the concept of comfort in a toilet to an extreme. That deserves a post on its own but its highlights are: It can direct water to your preferred body part with the pressure of your preference, its seat is heated, it can play music for privacy and it has an electronically controlled flush. After seeing things like this, things that the whole world uses, and in Japan, you have a version of it that is clearly much better, you get to respect the country naturally. And these things don’t come to an end, which is great news. I saw a signage on the stairway that’s much better than anything I have seen, the showers are also better than anything in the rest of the world, their public baths ( wait, is there a trend here? ) their paper, pens and notebooks (or stationary in general) their rice, and rice makers, their speakers, and HiFi culture, their cameras, their fonts, their signages, sex toys, traffic lights... You name it.

And also their homes. I don’t think you can conclude that they are absolutely better but for me, there are certain things that should have been present in the rest of the world and I don’t know why it doesn’t. Like the tatamis and the futons, and showers and toilets for sure.

Since we came, I started to grow the feeling that from now on I would prefer the Japanese version of anything that I need, if that’s available from a Japanese manufacturer. It seems it’s very well thought over and manufactured with precision. It’s apparent that it’s usually engineering-driven thus complex in usability but it still feels sophisticated, and society has learned to cope with this complexity somehow. Their maps are a good example of this. The metro maps were driving us crazy, and somehow for the Japanese this is manageable. We were wondering if this is due to their extended ability to recognise visual things. I'm I mean, whoever can read and write that alphabet is worthy of a gold medal.

And this is only the material side of things. In Japanese people, we found one of the most welcoming, and probably the kindest hearts of all we’ve seen. They are calm, understanding, and emphatic despite whatever difficulty the situation may have. They are so good with technology and live a life surrounded by it, but they definitely haven’t lost their humanity. We had been through an event that shows the reality of this, more details on that in another post. But you don’t need to go through much to see this. They are especially nice with visitors and just happy to see you around, you meet people smiling or trying to help.

We actually came across some people who were volunteering to help guests. One was an old man, in front of the train station in Hiroshima. He had a neon yellow life jacket which said "volunteer". He was trying to help foreigners, so he approached us seeing that we were looking at our phones in the middle of the street. Although we knew where we were going, we still asked him and he showed us the place, feeling the pleasure of being helpful. I came across some people, who cheered us with their drinks while I was just looking inside the place, to see if it was nice inside. I was surprised because I didn’t have a drink to respond to their gesture, but exchanging smiles was enough.

I wish we had the chance to find deeper into the roots of Japanese culture. We had tried our best, maybe not while intense traveling, but we stayed with a family in Okinawa for instance, and we definitely have a better idea of family life after our experience with them. We also watched several movies, and read a good book ‘a geek in Japan’, which we borrowed from the Cervantes Institute in Tokyo.

After all these days, I feel like I have a decent understanding of Japan. Not quite enough, but I’m sure I’d need years before I’d feel it is enough.

In the end, we are just travelers passing by. To get deeper, you have to stop, and take the time to get clearer, deeper and sometimes better.

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Hello! For the prompts could I please have Olivier and Miles /shippy/ no.8 ''You're seriously like a man-child'? Thank you!

My dear! Finally!

I’m so sorry for the long wait, but this one, urgh, it wanted to change course three 3! times! And not only a bit, no, it wanted to be radically different, always prompting me to start it over :D

But at the same time it was really fun to write, especially when it finally decided what it wanted to be^^

Soooo, I really hope that you like it and it is what you hoped it would be :D

And sorry again for the long wait!

“Why are you looking like that?”

She was smiling at him, blonde hair in aloose braid, weekender slung over her shoulder and wrapped canvas in hand. Anold picture of her dancing with her father, she couldn’t be older than six,repainted in vibrant colours. Oil on linen, sixty coffees and two temper tantrums.He smirked.

“I honestly thought someone would open thedoor for us!”

Soft laughter, like bells in the distance.Led him inside without hesitation, the mansion not only big from the outside,but from the inside also. Bustling with people, running from place to place,carrying an array of normal and rather weird things. They went unnoticed, untila shout had almost all people stop at once.

“Oh, you’re finally here!”

Cleaving through the throng of people, allof them quickly moving again, was a woman walking towards them.

Tall, blonde hair also put up loosely,wearing a pair of loose cloth-pants and a fitted blouse. There was nojewellery, only little make-up and a big smile on the woman’s face. It matchedOlivier’s, as did the eyes and even though he didn’t need these details tounderstand that this was the head of the house, the confirmation through thewomen hugging each other tightly helped.

“I’m so glad you could make it my dear,with the hold-up and all of that! I missed you terribly!”

He watched, a little bit nervous, but alsoquite touched. It was not often that Olivier returned affections of people, notlike this. And that she seemed to have missed her mother was clear, hugging hertightly back, small quiet words exchanged between them, making him almost feellike an intruder.

Suddenly, he was in on the fray.

“And this is Miles!”

It had his cheeks redden a little, when sheintroduced him with the proud tone. Saw her mother’s eyes raking up and downonce, quickly, before smiling at him, extending her hand. Took it, bowing alittle, lips ghosting over its back.

A giggle.

“My, you’ve been brought up well, weren’tyou? Augustina Philippa Armstrong, but I guess you know that, huh?”

He was a bit struck, but regained his witsagain fast. Worked with this woman’s daughter for too many years, to be put outby the displayed natural authority. Reminding himself to stand straight, hesmiled.

“Nice to meet you Mrs. Armstrong. Ifthere’s anything I can be of assistance with, do not hesitate to ask.”

Another giggle, though not in demeaningmanner. Eyes turning to her daughter, almost a look of disbelieve in her eyes.

“Now this is certainly a step up from whatI usually hear about!”

“Mother!”

“Oh what?! He’s chivalrous! You don’t findthat often!”

“Mother!”

“And he’s charming! Not that you ever hadbad taste, you’re coming after me in that regard, but I remember thatClaudio…”

“Mother!”

The increasingly embarrassed look onOlivier’s face was worth the trip alone in his opinion.

Her mother riled her up, quickly, though hethought the woman’s talk to be rather endearing. Seemed to do it on purposetoo, good at coaxing her daughter out of her icy shell.

Turning on him quickly, apparently tryingto test him, too.

“So dear, while I appreciate your offer,there’s nothing left for you to do I guess. But you two must be awfully tiredafter the hold-up with the train and we want you to be fit for tonight. So howabout you get your things to your rooms and relax a little?”

She waved lazily, a middle-aged manappearing at her side seemingly out of nowhere.

“Galahad, if you’d be so kind to show thetwo to their room?”

He heard a snort to his right and saw thestern-faced man flash a smile for a split second.

“Mother, I know where my own room is!”

Another giggle.

“Well, your gentleman here could go ahead.I guess the big thing is your gift? We’ll get it settled in the ballroom. Comeon!”

Her mother turned brusquely, dragging herdaughter behind with a hand firmly wrapped around her wrist. Olivier only ableto wave at him and mouth an “until later”!

He followed the man called Galahad, ofcourse introducing himself first.

Still a bitstruck.

“Wasn’t that your adjutant a few yearsback?”

Stayed cool at that question, simplybecause she’d been asked it a hundred times over.

“He was indeed, but he transferred under adifferent command a few years back, helping with the restoration of Ishval.Took us some time to figure things out.”

Three years in fact.

She visited Ishval once a year, he the Forttwice after the railway-construction was completed. And each visit hadboundaries slipping, chipped some of the ice away. Hadn’t known what to make ofit, when he’d told her that he’d never come back to be her adjutant. Neitherwhen he’d told her that he’d like to be at her side in any way she desired. Hadoffered him only silence for a few minutes after these statements, untilfinally catching on. Faintly remembered Scars yell of triumph in the backgroundof the memory.

And now they were one, however far apart,steadfast as the mountains of Briggs. He came up when he could, she down whenshe could. Grumman had made peace possible, she soon becoming the main liaisonfor any Drachman contact. Miles was a solid part of the Ishvalan government bodytoo by now, especially as Mustang had moved back to Central after three years.Talk of a soon coming presidential election ringing in her ears constantly now,plenty of people testing the waters with her, curious if she was interested.

She’d not lied when she’d said that theseat was too exposed for her liking.

“And how long have you figured those“things” out by now?”

Knew that her mother was curious, that shewas secretive. Glad that there was no bad blood because of that, onlyunderstanding. She’d heard of Miles, but only met him today, was of courseinterested in her wellbeing. His too, if he treated her right.

“About a year and a half now I guess, thoughI have to admit it feels longer.”

The canvas found a place on the already setgift-table. Everything would be put there, though not opened publicly. It wouldbe done only with the family around, probably tomorrow and as she’d be there,she’d not attached a name-tag. He’d identify her style immediately anyways.

“I guess you knew a lot about the other,working so closely before?”

Half-expected to see wiggling eyebrows whenturning, but being met with her mother’s rarely shown serious-face when inprivate.

“Looking back on it, I think I’ve beenblind.”

Almost a tad too honest for her, but hermother had never been one to accept lying.

“So, it’s serious.”

“Quiet.”

“How serious?”

“I wanted to ask dad for grandma’s rings.”

Her mother gasped.

The Grandmother Jedda, her father’s mother,had been a strict woman. Adamant, often called a devil by many. She called herspiritual successor as a kid. You were buried with your wedding rings as anArmstrong. They’d not be kept, nor given away. It was tradition instead, thatthe grandparents picked out rings, fitting the characters of theirgrandchildren, for them to use later on.

Rose gold and a single white pearl.

She was engulfed in a fierce hug.

“Oh, gods Olivier, I’m so happy for you!”

And she hugged her mother back,unbelievably happy too. Would never have thought to come so far, to feel sostrongly and yet here she was. Bringing Miles into the dangerous waters of herfamily, of the social pitfalls of her father’s sixtieth birthday celebration.

Not doubting that he would prevail as theydid.

Her mother, always a bit taller than her,took her face in her hands and pressed a quick kiss to her forehead.

“Does he know yet?”

She laughed.

“I hope not.Wanted to have him cornered when I ask.”

“I’ve seen you before, are you the newusher? What were you doing in these rooms?”

On his way up, he’d met all of her sistersin quick succession, all of them eyeing him, yet all of them friendly. Tellinghim how they were looking forward to getting to know him, happy that he’d staythe next few days. Him returning those words.

Knew Amue to be a rather important localpolitician in Central, Strongine a modiste. Catherine still living at home,though no official occupation known to the wide public, but remembering thatOlivier had said something about alchemy and to never startle her.

But her father, and there was no doubtingthat this was him, he hadn’t met yet.

Had hoped that she’d be by his side whenthat happened.

“Speak up boy, or a you a dirty-handedlittle thief? What were you doing inside my daughter’s rooms?”

There was little chance to get a wordin-between the man’s accusations. His wits were slow, the train-ride and thelong hold-up due to a collapsed tunnel taking its toll. They’d both not sleptwell, were rather dirty, needed a change of clothes and at least he thought tohimself that he smelled awfully of sweat. He wanted to shower and he wanted anap.

Most of all, he wanted Olivier by his sideright now.

“Probably brought in the luggage, father!”

He’d have hugged and kissed her, if heweren’t so certain that it would worsen the situation.

“So, you brought your own servant withyou?”

“Boyfriend it is.”

For a second he saw the man’s angerdeflate, just to have it blow up again at her words. Eyes ghosting over himagain, taking in his skin, the stubble on his chin, the wrinkles in hisclothes.

And then he scoffed.

“This guy?! A dirty-handed, unkept leech?He looks like he wants your money!”

He coughed, tried to get their attention,but that seemed almost impossible. While he was the subject of the ensuingfight, he had little part aside from that in it.

“This is Colonel Miles of the AmestrianMilitary father, treat him with respect!”

“I don’t care who he is! He’s here with youand you’re an Armstrong!”

“What is that supposed to mean?!”

“That you don’t just pick someone from afilthy street-corner and expect him not to know that you’re a really goodcatch!”

He tried to butt in, said sentencescompletely going unheard.

“So, I come here, to introduce him to youproperly and you get hung up on what exactly?”

“You know what they say!”

“Enlighten me!”

And then Miles witnessed a bit of sensereturning to the furious man. Saw him stumble over words, knowing that what hewanted to say was wrong. Things ingrained to the mind since childhood, deemedwrong a thousand times over and yet still there. Understood rather suddenly,that he wasn’t the problem. Well, he was, but he would’ve been whatever helooked like.

Mr. Armstrong feared for his daughter’sheart.

She simultaneously didn’t for his plight.

“I thought so! Anything else you want tosay?!”

The man turned on his heel and walked away,expression hard to read, Olivier all the while, was seething with anger.

“How can he?!”

Her question directed at him, had him raisehis hands up in a defensive gesture.

“Liv, I guess he was just surprised.”

“He called you slurs!”

“And he immediately regretted it.”

She hid half of her face in a hand, anexasperated sigh slipping from her mouth.

“How can you stay so calm?”

“Worked with you for a decade. I hadworse.”

Laughed when she pushed him into the roomsof her childhood, something between angry and tired.

He’d talk to the man after a long shower hedecided. Introduce himself properly, congratulate him on his birthday, becauseapparently nobody had as of now.

Looking at aclock on the wall, happy that the ball was still so many hours away.

He knocked on the doorframe, trying not toshow his insecurity.

“Excuse me, Mr. Armstrong?”

Silence for a moment, the man not turningfrom his stance at the window, looking out of it.

“Come in Colonel and please close thedoor behind you.”

He did so, carefully, his gut clenching atthe man’s serious tone.

“I guess that you wanted to talk withme, concerning my earlier words?”

Steeling himself, he stood at attention,voice strong.

“Partially Sir, though I’d ratherspeak with you about my relationship with your daughter.”

A sigh, and then the man turned, handsstill folded behind his back.

“I would like to apologize firstthough, my words have been uttered in rage, were inconsiderate and as we bothknow, prejudiced too.”

There was true remorse in his eyes, thoughMiles had not thought the man to mean such words at all in the first place. Hadidentified many of Olivier’s tales of outrage at her father’s behaviours forwhat they were: worry. It did not justify anything, but it was a reason nonetheless.

“Accepted Sir, but my question is ofanother nature.”

Philip Gargantos Armstrong sat down in hischair, with as grand a gesture expected from such a huge man. Motioned for himto sit at the opposite end of the desk. Miles felt that it would be rude todecline and sat down, the knot in his gut not yet resolved.

“I think we have not been properly introducedyet Colonel, but I’ve heard much about your good work in Ishval!”

“Thank you, Sir, it wasn’t easy atfirst and neither is it now, but worth every second.”

“And you are in a relationship withOlivier for how long?”

He gulped, though not audibly, but had afeeling that this was the prep-talk with your girlfriend’s father that everybodyalways went on about. It was too late to mourn not having listened.

“More than a year now Sir, though Ihave to admit that it feels longer.”

A chin propped up on folded hands and anintense stare, not unlike Olivier’s.

“And you’d say she is happy?”

He would marvel later, how fast the answercame to him.

“She laughs more than I ever heard,takes her time during the days. Is relaxed, paints again. I’ve never seen herlike this before.”

Was not looking at Mr. Armstrong, but slightlyto the side, not seeing anything. Thinking about the way she smiled while doingthose things. Missing her own father’s smile.

"And you’ve not yet introducedyourself to me?”

Took the challenge, countering it with thetruth. If the man was anything like Olivier, he could sense a lie anyways.

“Olivier demanded to introduce meproperly and personally and with my work in Ishval and the peace negotiationsin the north, making time was rather difficult.”

Satisfied the man smiled at him, somethinglurking in his eyes.

“And you indented for more than justgetting to know me now?”

Heard the man continue, feeling found out.

“You know, love never came easily toOlivier.”

Took in the almost wistful words of afather, again not getting a word in between.

“You want her hand?”

He retorted, quickly.

“I want to offer you a place in myfamily-line.”

Stunned silence for several moments, beforethe big man started to raucously laugh. Not demeaning, not belittling, butapparently charmed by his gal.

“Now I see why she likes you so much!But tell me, what do you mean by that?”

Pulled out the box he’d gotten out of hissuitcase before, setting it down onto the table.

“In here is a traditional sash of myfamily. A valuable thing to offer to anyone outside of it, meaning that you areinvited into it. With accepting, you’d allow me to join our families.”

Armstrong senior turned thoughtful, thoughseemed intrigued.

“And your family-line isimportant?”

“Illustrious.”

He was met with another laugh.

“So, if I accept, you’ll want therings from me?”

Nodded, familiar with their traditions, onpurpose seeking to mix them.

“I cannot answer you right awayson.”

The sigh spoke of honesty, of a fatherfeeling like he was about to lose a daughter.

“I will think on it though, will watchyou for a bit. If Olivier is willing to show me her face ever again. She’srather good at bearing a grudge, especially when she holds it for good reason.”

He stood with the man and took his hands.Pocketed the box again.

"Thank you, Sir!”

“It’s Philip to you now!”

Returned the smile and turned around,leaving the room. He’d not won the man over yet, but he’d not lost any groundeither.

Hoped that it would at least stay likethat, asking a maid for directions to Alexander Armstrong’s rooms.

Ready to showhis worth in a tuxedo too.

He was not given the chance to leave hisstudy, before his eldest came in, beautiful and strong-willed, foregoing the typicaldance of curtesy. He’d always admired her for it.

“What do you want Olivier?”

He knew her to still be angry. It showed inthe way she held herself, back straight, hands balled into fists. The way shebreathed in a controlled manner, almost inaudible. The way her eyes were ablazewith fury.

She did not dance around the subject; hisown behaviour having ridded her of every shred of polite conversation sheprobably had stored in her body. Which had never been much to begin with.

“The rings grandmother put aside forme!”

He marvelled at the determination in hervoice.

“Is it not proper anymore, to ask foryour fathers blessing?”

The hurt tone of voice came unbidden, yethe couldn’t supress it. Knew her answer before she said it. Dealing with herhad always been his weak-point, her emotions so strong, so unbridled. His wifehad been able to get along with this, never trying to reign her in, ratherriding the moods out with her.

“You made your opinion clear!”

He’d indeed done so, too many times in herlife, always telling her what he thought about the things she wanted to do,whom she wanted to be. Wondered why he’d never learned to keep his mouth shut.Why he’d never allowed himself to doubt his own convictions.

“I cannot give them to you Liv,I…”

Voice wavering, he looked away, unsure whatto say. He did not want to hurt her more, had done so too often, but also notwanting to spoil made deals. And when the awaited screaming did not come, therage, the righteous anger, he dared to look her in the eyes again.

Watched, as for the first time his daughterseemed to be devoid of an answer, looking at him shocked, stunned and sad.

“He may not be your choice father, buthe is mine. I thought you’d respect that!”

Not loud, but almost quiet she talkedsuddenly, voice barely above a whisper.

He had no answer to her, sincere apologyfor all his mishaps not in his mouth, nor the will to ruin her loves plans.

“I love him father, enough to show theworld!”

Dangerously close to a plea she came andhis hand grabbed the corner of the desk, knuckles turning white.

Left without ananswer, she stormed out.

“Oh, you got to be kidding me!”

She sat on the bed, legs folded underneathher, book in hand. Clad in a pair of fuzzy sweatpants and one of his worn-outshirts she used as pyjamas. Looking up and smiling at him shortly, beforelooking back into her book again.

“Hey Miles.”

“Why are you not dressed?”

The tuxedo fit, his hair was done. Onlyfeeling a little uncomfortable before stepping into the room, now his gutclenching. Something more had happened, something he hadn’t been there for.

“I’m not going.”

She seemed too calm for his liking.

“It’s your father’s birthday Olivier!We travelled half the country for it, beneath us are hundreds of people,pouring into the ballroom!”

All he got was a shrug.

“Oh Olivier, you’re seriously actinglike a man-child!”

She looked at him now, fiercely fixating himinto place, over the rim of her book.

“He called you a dirty-handed servantand a leech, unwilling to apologize!”

“I talked to him Olivier, it’s fine,really!”

“And I talked to him too! And let metell you, he not acted like a man approving of you!”

“Since when have you ever cared aboutapproval!?”

“This is my family Miles; theiropinion means something to me!”

He stopped his hand millimetres before itcould burrow into his slicked back hair.

“Why is it suddenly so important what theythink?! Didn’t you always end up doing what you wanted?”

“You’re more than just my will Miles, you’vegot your own! And I want them to respect that and to respect you!”

“Well, we won’t achieve that when we stayup here, sulking!”

The book landed pages first on the bed, heranger knowing no bounds.

“I’m not sulking Miles, I just don’t wantto subject you to the tattle! The room follows my father’s opinion, whicheverit is!”

Did not know where his calm came from.

“But Liv, please trust me when I say thatI’ve talked to him. Spend time with your siblings and mother at least, all theother people you haven’t seen in such a long time!”

“And you?”

“Well, you can rub me directly in his faceif you want to, too. Show me off without shame, dance with me and kiss me whenhe can see.”

And now he’d gotten her mood to lift alittle, had her chuckling at least.

“You want to swagger with me on your arm!”

“Maybe a little.”

Winked at her, smiled widely.

“And you’d really be fine with it?”

Worry was in her repertoire too, though shehid it well, kneeling on the bed with her arms crossed, loose shirt and fuzzypants.

“I’m the onealready dressed, am I not?!”

Her daughter made him wait.

It was in good tradition that the men weredone earlier than the women, simply clothing themselves, then meeting for acigar and a brandy.

The women on the other hand, needed helpwith pulling their dresses on, with make-up and hair. She’d paid a hairdresserto come into the house and be at the ready, prepared a room for her girls tocluck in beforehand.

Catherine and Amue had been down first,announced to the crowd. Whispering to her soon after, that Strongine was stillbusy with getting their oldest sister in her dress. All the while Milesstanding in the grand foyer, waiting beside the stairs to the sibling’shallway.

They’d thrown him out of course, told himthat he wasn’t allowed to come nearer then this.

And when she finally caught a first glimpseof her daughter, on the last shred of fashionably late as it was, she breatheda sigh of relief. She’d heard about the rather “eventful” morning, wouldn’thave been surprised if Olivier didn’t choose to attend. Philipp would beoverjoyed to see her now, so ashamed for what he’d said already.

On top of the stairs she stood, the dashingIshvalan on her arm and when the whole room turned, she saw him loose his cooland her icy shield fall into place.

Strongine had outdone herself.

Dark-blue flowers of lace covered herdaughter from neck to wrists and from there to her feet. Below her knees thedress flared, golden shoes peeking out underneath, fitting scattered petals ofgold in the pattern. And between the flowers, it looked like there was nothing.Only little specks of skin showed of course, but all over they did, sometimesin places that left eyes searching. Knew that nothing would show thatshouldn’t, yet could hardly take her eyes off it too.

The dress was fitted perfectly, followed abody somehow beautifully shaped by a lifetime of war. The up-done hair and thelong golden earrings, simple in style, yet elegant, accented her long neck.Lips, no more than their natural colour, forcing the people to look into hereyes. A bit of black and specs of gold, nothing more was needed.

Felt a surge of pride when she saw herdaughter embrace her femininity, making it her very own, the rumours about herbe damned.

And Miles, the sweet man, was staring ather too, seemed awestruck. Handsome himself with his strong face, shaven andclean. Hair slicked back, bound at the back of his head. Tuxedo ratherstandard, but the cummerbund usually going with it exchanged for a traditionalIshvalan sash. The one from his family she learned after chatting with him inthe foyer, a traditional garb only worn when you wanted to show someone theutmost respect.

Realised rather suddenly, that Olivier hadapparently asked Strongine to make the dress this exact shade of blue, just sothey’d fit.

“My, you look gorgeous!”

Embraced her daughter after thisexclamation, grabbing her shoulders and looking her up and down.

“Gine did everything, so you should praiseher instead. But thank you!”

Let her daughter go on, talk to hersisters, all four of them looking beautiful tonight. Winked at Miles, who stoodin the middle, apparently the centre of attention, wanted or not.

Her husband had managed to anger all their daughtersbefore tonight, all over the course of a week. It took skill and his very ownbrand of foolery to achieve something like that, seeing as only her two eldestgirls had a flaring temper, Gine and Cathy rather calm instead.

Amue and he had fought over her girlfriendand her will to move in with her.

Strongine had voiced the want to travel fora bit, alone, feeling the need to draw inspiration from other sources, as wellfeeling the need to be free for a while. Her husband was against it of course.

Catherine wanted to further her alchemicstudies, wanted to seek out a master. Out of the question this was for him, atleast it had been two days ago.

And Olivier had brought a man home, afirst, with her mind set on marrying him and a love strong enough to prove it.A man he’d foolishly insulted first thing upon meeting him and fumbling with anapology too.

Yet, they were all here. Would dance withhim, from youngest to oldest, like it was tradition. Chat with the guests, eatand dance. Get to know each other again, time spent apart often too long.

And sooner or later, they would get theirwill.

She blamed the stubbornness that has beenpassed down through the Armstrong family-line through generations for that.

“Why looking so lonesome?”

He came up behind her, free fromcongratulators for a few moments, arm looping through hers. A smile in hisvoice.

“Not lonesome, but watching our girls. Thepoor lad is practically torn apart verbally.”

Both watching a bit as Colonel Miles,blushing and laughing and also looking a little bit uncomfortable, stoodbetween their daughters. Quiet obviously the matter of discussion and the buttof every joke, yet not fleeing Olivier’s side. Alex would be glad for therespite offered to him from his sisters.

She spoke again, lowly, honest question onher mind.

“You really won’t give them your blessing?”

Felt and heard him grumble.

“I told him that I want to think about it. Wantto get to know him a little first. This is Olivier we’re talking about hereafter all. She’s never brought a boy home.”

“Yeah, but why insult him?”

“He came out of her room and I was quitesure that she’d been in it at the time. Looking dishevelled. I felt like I didback when she was fifteen, finding here snogging that Claudio behind thestables!”

“The first man to have called PrinceClaudio a Casanova, but not the last?”

They laughed amongst themselves, watchingas their daughters dispersed.

“She’s not fifteen anymore Phil and I’mquite sure she isn’t just bringing him here to rile you up.”

“I know that Tina, I know. But you knowwhat they say: Never let your daughter marry the first man she brings home…”

“…except for when they’d beenchildhood-friends.”

Sighed, the rule so outdated in truth andyet common word amongst the people she talked too.

“If this would’ve been Mustang…”

“The only way she’d have brought him as herpartner is in a body-bag!”

Which was a truth, met with laughter again.

“She’s over the moon with him Phil, believeme.”

“It’s not her I’m worried about!”

Grim, unsatisfied and yet wistful. Herhusband had never known what he wanted, always tried to meet every expectationand losing sight in the process. It was her that brought him back on track.

“Take your time, watch them tonight. I canpromise you, someone who’s worked with your eldest for almost a decade andstill wants to be with her, is quite sure what he wants.”

Never took too well to her advice, butanswered with a sigh anyways.

“We’ll see.”

His arm thoughnever leaving hers, pulling her onto the dancefloor.

She had fun, lots even, though she wascareful to put on a sour face when passing her father.

Had felt exposed in her dress at first, atthe same time marvelling at Gine’s craftmanship, yet worried that her ownwishes were coming back to bite her in the ass.

“Iwant his eyes to pop out of his head!”

And her own had at first, standing stillduring the tedious process of getting into this thing, over forty goldenbuttons following her spine, all latched closed by hand. Doubting that this hadbeen a good idea, yet walking down the stairs with faux confidence, waiting forhis reaction.

Had been sure that she could’ve convincedhim to go back upstairs again with her, if push came to shove.

His reaction had chased everything fauxabout her confidence away.

Talked with people, avoiding those she knewto be not worth their time anyways. Danced with Miles as often as she could,roasted him a bit together with her sisters. They ate and drank, laughed andwhispered sweet nothings and sweet naughties to one another.

Face only crunching up again, when the timefor traditions came.

Each son or daughter in law would firstsing a song for him, or show a sketch, anything that could even remotely beconsidered as artsy. As he had none as of yet, this part got glossed overquickly.

The daughters dance though, he had plentyto show with that.

Catherine had gone first, looking like afairy-tale princess in her dress, dancing energetically with her father.

Strongine next, then Amue. They were tallerthan him, dresses cut to become their tall figures. Both had their own troubleswith him, all of them had, but they were so much better at hiding it.

She envied their ability to reign theirtemper in when she hardly could, being led onto the dancefloor.

Was too preoccupied with keeping a straight,dignified face, to notice how gracefully Miles released her arm, giving herinto her father’s trusty hands. Let herself be led away, not caring for themany eyes, nor perturbed by them.

She’d first done this with barely six yearsold after all.

They danced elegantly and effortlessly. Nottalking for the longest time.

“I’m sorry for having reacted the way I didLivvie.”

Barely above a whisper, yet honest. Didn’t stumble,but was shocked anyways. He’d never apologized before.

“He is a good man and you seem to be sohappy with him. I’ve never seen you smile so much.”

Remained quiet, let him talk. The faces aroundthem a blur as they swirled.

“I always had a lot of trouble with thefact that you were growing up. You’re my little girl after all.”

Broke her own rules when she answered.

“But I’ve grown up by now dad.”

Looked him in the eye, taking in the way hesmiled, like a man who couldn’t decide if he was feeling happiness or pain.

“Yeah, you have. Into a beautiful woman. Buta father never forgets the first time he understands that, so forgive me mywords please, my hesitation.”

Felt herself whisper, before thinking longabout it. He’d never sounded like this before, so wistful, so sad. So sorry.

“All forgiven.”

Heard the music end, felt her face takeninto his hands, a kiss pressed to her forehead. Closed her eyes, smiling. Would’veturned to go now, would let him step into the spotlight alone to give hisspeech, but felt his arm loop through hers.

He led her to Miles again, handed her overproperly, smiling. In front of hundreds of people, meaning clear, traditionsforgone for one night.

“She’s all yours now.”

The words carrying something they’d beenlonging for.

And while she watched him step onto thedancefloor again, smiling and gesturing in a grand manner, she felt unshedtears sting her eyes. Miles warm hand on her arm, squeezing tightly, shakingslightly. Exchanged a warm look with him, red meeting blue, the water standingin his eyes too.

Rested her hand on his shoulder softly,eyes trained on her father, listening to his words.

Fingers snakingup to hers, intertwining.

The cool air was a godsend.

With so many guests in the ballroom the airhad grown a bit stale, almost stuffy and when she’d noticed, he’d found himselfled outside by her, knowing every secret escape.

Breathed freely, feeling her eyes on his.

“Olivier, what you father said to me…”

“He approves of you!”

Smiled at him, held his hand softly inhers. Cutting into his sentence with the known brusqueness.

He laughed. Caught his breath under hergaze, feeling the words tumble from his mouth before thinking properly, beforeremembering his plans, she doing the same thing at the same time.

“I offered your father a sash!”

“I asked my father for the rings!”

Stunned silence that held longer than a fewmoments, stretched into minutes. Hands holding the others tighter.

Then the sound of the balcony-door opening.

“Oh, there you are! We were searching allover for you! Come back in soon, we want to take the family photo!”

Shut again with a bang you wouldn’t expectfrom Catherine Armstrong’s slight body.

And then she started to laugh, sound clearlike bells. Eyes closed, the specks of gold glittering. And he waned himselfentranced, answer and question given at the same time, to booth of them. Tookher face in his hands when the laughter died down, drowned in her eyes.

Lips pressing against hers, sealing the promise.

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Karma is a bitch, isn't it?

I am in an absolute foul mood today so when I checked into the swamp and saw several of Gator’s et al posts they really frosted by buns.

First I saw all the garbled garbage about the “tension” in BC’s face while acting in Sherlock and somehow equating it to a micro-second of blurry film from the Burberry fashion show last year of BC and SH walking past the paparazzi. Forget that there were TONS of pictures (not blurry BTW) of them smiling, laughing, holding hands, BC stroking SH’s hand and putting his hands on her knee… not that doesn’t matter one whit! What does matter is for one fraction of a second he wasn’t grinning and that he apparently closed his eyes and swallowed while he was walking along with his wife (at least I think that is what he did - the video is soooo blurry it is really hard to tell anything). Some hater “bright” noggin has decided that this is a totally meaningful “micro expression” on BC’s part to show the utter contempt he has for SH and the stress the “shamwow” is having on him. All that supposition from one second of extremely slowed down, blurry, video! Wow!

These people make me gag to think that they are dreaming this sort of crap up and trying to pull others into their sick web with this delusional imaginings.

Oh, it just couldn’t be that maybe BC was a bit weary for a moment of paps shouting at him (and his wife) instead of just taking their pictures as the couple walked by? No, that just can’t be what was happening, could it? No - it has to be an absolute SIGN of his hatred of the Shamwow and of SH. It can’t be that this highly slowed down fraction of film is something that looks soooo different when run at normal speed? And that the slowing down of the video grossly exaggerates the movement and thus makes every action seem peculiar and out of place? They don’t even consider that possibility.

And sometimes they don’t even have anything to exaggerate to whip up more “evidence” against BC/SH’s marriage. Like the time they claimed Sophie “almost ripped BC’s arm out of his socket” while walking quickly down the street to escape the paps in New York. Really??? I saw all the “damning evidence” and I still can’t fathom where this apparent “ripping his arm off” happened! All I saw was a couple hurrying along, arm-in-arm and then they broke apart and BC PUT HIS ARM UP AROUND HIS WIFE’S SHOULDER to draw her closer to him! And she was laughing the whole time - sharing a private smile with him as they walked. But to the Haters it’s “Violence! Abuse! Contempt!” On Sophie’s part all the way.

And from the same video when they get to the van, BC backs off a bit to let Sophie in first (you know, like any polite human being would do!!!) and the haters see her “pushing him out of the way and him trying to get away from her???? Unbelievable!

It’s the BAFTA pix all over again - you know the one with BC standing with SH while a bank of photogs take their picture and Sophie reaches up to catch his hand that is around her waist and then they both bring their hands together and hold hands just before walking off. But again to the haters it was Sophie swatting BC’s hand AWAY!?!? Of course the Haters only show one fraction of the video again - just the small movement of Sophie’s hand coming up to meet BC’s hand and then for one split second his hand is off her waist. Their vids cut it off immediately after that because, of course it would show them holding hands and everything the haters have theorized about how violent she is towards him, how reluctant he is to touch her, wold be thoroughly discredited by the rest of the video. So their hate bubble remains in tact and the rest of humanity who saw exactly what happened in real time are left scratching our collective heads and wondering WTF is wrong with the Hater’s eyesight???

The other thing I have noticed is the post that showed up on the Hater’s sties about some other couple who is having a baby. I don’t even know who they are but they are at a red carpet event and the woman is dressed in a very short whitefish coloured dress (very pretty). Well the fames of this couple have made all sorts of notes of love and affection to the couple and their newly awaited arrival but then you see the Haters have latched on to the fans post and added their own "flavour” to the notes. As you expected it is all gushy about how lovely the woman looks and how she is properly pregnant - not like Sophie (of course they dill in their hateful “nicknames” for her). Look she is touching her bump! That’s what all pregnant women do on the red carpet! That proves SH wasn’t pregnant, doesn’t it?! They make sure they are effusive with their praise of the woman in while - she’s beautiful! She glows!!! She is such a wonderful gal and she and her husband are sooooo lucky!! Not at all like you know who!!!! Bleck! Butter would melt in their mouths they lay it on so thick!

And it isn’t sincere - it’s all done because it is a backhanded way to insult, delegate and throw hate towards SH. I have never seen any of them mention or praise this actress(?) before. Her name hasn’t darkened their dash. But now - wow! She is the paragon of motherhood! And it is a nifty way for the haters to slip themselves into a huge thread of fans and like a vein of mold spread their hateful message. It’s insidious and underhanded - but that describes the Haters exactly, IMO.

They done that before too. All the loving praise of Olivia Poulet. All the fawning of her (only after Sophie showed up). Not done with any genuine admiration - just a knee-jerk reaction to demonstrate that their hate isn’t for anyone else than SH because she is soooooo EVIL and out to destroy BC! Bullshit, of course but there it is.

And lastly I saw the reaction of Gator to a bit of hate mail that she received herself. Someone thought that it would be clever to throw back some of the same language that Gator used but turn it around back to her. Gator was talking about giving Sophie the rope to hang herself and of course she added “metaphorically” speaking at the end. The respondent reply in kind but didn’t use it in a metaphorical sense. Bad, bad, bad choice! And I really can’t stand when people do that. First it is uncalled for to stoop to the depth of the Swamp brigade. Let them be the scum that talk like that. Always - always take the high ground and stay away from personal threats - even in retort. Really disapprove of that kind of behaviour with the usually sane group.

But it is interesting, after receiving that post, Gator posted this submit :

“It takes a special kind of a “person” to wish someone death (suicide or homicide or natural), disease, accident or any other bad thing for any possible reason. It takes a very damaged insight on life itself. It is very bold in the aspect that something so vitious is going to find its way back to the person who wished it in one form or another. Karma is always a bitch when it comes to these things. These are things you simply don’t do; not even to an enemy and most certainly not to a person who happens to have a different opinion on a fricking celebrity. However I bet the poster felt very brave at the moment of posting. Another time they should also write their full name under ill wish like that. At least own it if you think it is appropriate.”

Of course it was posted anonymously! And Gator seemed to be in full agreement with these sentiments. That really made me laugh (not the said “threat” but the morally centred response. Her memory apparently is like a sieve. Gator has “forgotten” about all the times she has called for SH to be jailed, arrested, publicly shamed, abandoned, wished that she overdosed, ruined into poverty and yes, even agreed with someone who wanted her dead! But to Gator that sort of talk doesn’t qualify as being any sort of “bad” thing. Wow!

I did find one truly smart reply - from “Youaresuchadumbhater” : “Yes, it is terrible when people wish for bad things to happen to other people. So, what should happen to ” the bitches who were wishing last week that a pregnant woman overdosed on drugs?“ What does Karma have in store for those turds?”

And that is such a good point because the link is directly to a post last week made by Gator herself in answer to an ask… “She is about as useful to him as poison ivy as toilet paper. She is nothing but a liability. A liability who is in danger of DYING OF A DRUG OVERDOSE and leaving Benedict with an even bigger mess on his hands.”

Sounds like Gator has lots wishing of bad things in store for another person (SH) and hasn’t thought about the Karma at all!

“Matthew 7:3 - Why do you look at the speck in your brother’s eye, but fail to notice the beam in your own eye?”

But to tell you the truth if Gator (and her ilk) ever did pluck out the “plank” in their eyes I wouldn’t doubt that their heads might be in danger of caving in. There doesn’t seem to be too much in their noggins EXCEPT the hatred for a woman they have never met and has done them NO HARM at all.

As always keep me Anon. Thanks.

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Excellent post, Nonny. I agree with you 100%.

I really am especially floored by that post Gator made about the anon hate she got. Yes yes yes, people should NOT do that because it’s simply stooping to their level, which is never a smart thing. But it did expose what a self-righteous hypocrite suffering from extreme cognitive dissonance she is. She has absolutely zero right to play the victim after everything she’s said about Sophie since late 2014. Her motto in life does definitely seem to be “do as I say and not as I do.”

#skeptics #haters #gatorfisch #raging hypocrite #if you can't take it don't dish it out #submission #anon submission

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