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Between Wolves & Doves, Chapter Fifteen; Anticipation.

Author: @punk-in-docs & @adamsnackdriver

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Trigger Warnings: No warnings in this chap- animal shapeshifting but thas about it really-

Synopsis: Vampire!Kylo x OC love story. Inspired by BBC’s Dracula. Also inspired by Austen’s Pride & Prejudice.

He’s been stalking this earth long since civilizations can possibly fathom. Before records even began. He sneers at the fact that this pitiful young world has only just begun to see his reign of it.

He’s dined with moguls, emperors, princes. He’s consorted with bloodthirsty ruthless Queens in their courts, and whispered into the ears of powerful King’s, whose names still echo through millennia.

In his myriad of centuries gifted to his immortal self he’s been many many things. He’s been a lowly pauper. A crusading knight. An assassin. A sell sword. A soldier. A wanderer. A simpering suitor and a voracious unyielding lover. Aimlessly lost in time- besieging this earth. Ripping it apart and drinking what’s left.

He was made in the hinterland between snow and dirt and pine trees. Crusted with ash and blood and gouged from battle. Born anew. Sired from the hell-mouth of war. He was made in 789 AD.

He’ll come undone, one bitter winter night, in England, in 1816.

~ ~ 🥀 ~ ~

The very next days seemed to crawl by. As if time itself was dragging through claggy thick treacle.

Nothing moved quickly and Iris knows it’s because she’s anticipating the weeks-end more than any other event she’s ever awaited on in her life.

More than Yuletide morning. More than her birthday. More than buying a new book or taking an early morning walk all to herself. More than a sunny frosted morning where everything seems to glimmer as if crafted from gold, or seeing wildflowers dot the woods with their colour in spring.

She’s waiting on that much anticipated midnight with baited breath. Every second closer to it is both torture and sweet blessed relief.

She fulfils her remaining days with a permanent smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

Even her acetous mother remarks upon it. She tells her daughter the fine manner of her engagement must be bringing her joy. Iris bites her lip to keep from grinning.

She clutched her romantic secret all that tighter to her chest. Moulded it like warm clay to clasp around her glad heart.

Mother and Maratella insist on setting a date. And getting her whole ‘bouquet’ of daughters measured for their gowns.

Posy and Flora for they are of course to be bridesmaids, and Iris, of course, for her bridal gown. They get up a merry party to Pembleton one fine clear morning.

The snow and frost govern the landscape once more. Ebbing back in after the recent rain. The brown frost-hardened hills and trees and fields. Governed under the fierce cyclops of a mustard sun blazing in the effortless blue of the cobalt sky. It made Iris think of robins eggs, and the golden buttery buds of spring. When the bulbs and shoots blossom up through the earth with their sickly scent and colour.

It is a fine clear day and it indicates that the end of the long bitter winter approaches. The cold is as ferocious as ever so Maratella insists upon them not catching a chill in the vile icy winds. Shes most kind as to stop to collect the Misses Ashton’s in the Hux’s second largest coach. They are all bid to the dressmakers in the high street. Along the medieval shamble of barrel window and oak timber shops.

The news of her engagement spread far and wide. Before her boots have even touched the cobbles, stepping out the coach, their party is virtually mobbed by matrons and ladies of their acquaintance.

Iris had in mind a silly image of them prowling at the pavements like baying wolves, chasing after the muddy churn of the carriage wheels; anything for to first seize that newest scrap of gossip.

Posy and Flora ladle up all the attention. As does Mama. Proudly boasting - along with Maratella - of the suitability of such a fine match. Iris wants to roll her eyes as Flora greatly exaggerated the romantic manner of Hux’s proposition. She gabbled about a room full of red roses and how Iris wept tears of delight as he swept her into his arms.

The ravenous eyes turn toward her. “May we see the ring, Miss Ashton?” Comes out of numerous smiling mouths like a chorus of cawing seagulls. Iris feels like they’ll rip her glove off themselves if she doesn’t.

Unused to such attention, she blushes as she slips off her grey calfskin glove. Wrenching it off her hand. There is a troupe of awed gasps as they admire the diamond set in the gold band.

Iris feels as if she’s sticking her hand into a dangerous animals maw. Like some exhibit at a zoo. Feeding her hand to the rabid starving tiger’s. There’s so much gasping and in taking of breath it’s a wonder they don’t suck her up. And take half the street with them.

Luckily, Maratella fusses that they’ll be late if they don’t make haste. She then proudly utters that the ladies five, their happy little bridal party, are off to Madame Larousse’s dressmaking parlour for a wedding gown. And Mrs Ashton and Mrs Hux are to see to both having new hats to mark such a happy occasion.

The flock of ravenous ladies ceases. Satisfied with their mauling of Iris and her news and her engagement ring. The party is able to proceed along the pavement unhindered.

They slip into Madame Larousse’s. Greeted by the lanky, heavily perfumed proprietor herself. She was a tall, ungainly woman with poky shoulders and an always over-rouged complexion. And will always, without fail, exaggerate a mildly French accent to gild her words. For she believes that all the best dressmakers and seamstresses were French.

The tall stretch of Madame claps excitedly and demands to see Iris’ hand when she hears they are here to purchase ribbons and lace and all things fit for a bride. She is whisked away by a very efficient assistant. And stood on a pedestal for the next hour and half.

Iris spends that time with swatches pinned to her. Flapped around her ears. Tucked under her collar. There’s so many back and forth decisions from her mother, it makes her quite dizzy. A tape drawn tight around her so many times to squeeze the stuffing out her. Eventually, they stumble to a conclusion. It was to be a saffron orange.

Flora remarked it made her rather look like a carrot.

Around her they lounge on the chaises provided, clutched around the mirror and the box she’s on, and they drink sweet tea. Brown sugar sprinkled and stirred into the earl grey.

They all pose interjections and opinions and preferences on her. Iris just stands there like a tailors doll. Only half there.

She’s caught sight of a swatch of ruby-wine velvet near her thigh and is stroking it fondly. Remembering Lord Rens exquisite bed coverlet. How it felt under her fingers, it took her ricocheting back to that moment. And it calmed her.

That’s how she can stand all this grousing and prodding. It reminds her of her secret and she nearly faints off that box pedestal.

They settle on a pallid frothy blue silk instead. To better bring out the excellence of her mud and twigs hair. Mama chooses the best silk madame has in stock. Says she will have to fetch more in from her supplier especially. From London.

That causes much excitement for Flora and Posy. They’d never had a dress made from material fetched as far nor from a city as grand as London, before.

Posy had selected a teasing slip of pink silk. Flora, for her more fiery hair, chose a delicate pastel pea green. Iris thinks they’ll look like a platter of French fancy cakes.

Then a pang of something hits through her heart with all the intensity of an arrowhead studding there - she hopes Mama lets Posy and Flora keep their new gowns after she’s gone. She hopes very much. They are the stillest girls in existence but they do deserve nicer things than what they get.

By Madame’s husky drawl of a smoky voice is she brought back into the room, the awful pink pink pink room. Stuffed with velvet chaises and bolster cushions and trimmed fringed oil lamps. Great big fat rosebuds sprout up the wallpaper and flourish across the fabric of the pillows on the settee.

It’s as if the whole room is the summoning of the evil fairy in sleeping beauty. Who commanded swarms of brambles and thorns and swamping plants to take over. That was this room to the last pink thread - only it was instead summoned to contain every incarnation of pink roses as far as the eye could see.

Her ears burn hot and pink as Madame talks of London. Relating the gossip back to someone in the village. Matter of fact, a certain Lord-

“Apparantly, you know he sent that tall turbaned butler of his up to London just yesterday...” Madame hushes to them in her hazy terribly-affected French.

“Sent him to Mayfair.” She grins crookedly as she measures from Iris’s hip to her hem. Barking orders at Suzy, her ever suffering assistant.

Maratella seems most diverted. “Pray whatever for?” She leans forwards. Perching her half eaten violet macaroon on her saucer.

“He sent him to Bond Street. You know there is an establishment there that supplies jewels to the palace. Apparantly he came back having purchased something.” Madame says.

“Pray why would be send his butler all that way?” Flora asks.

“Why, Miss Smith told me so this morning; she suspects Lord Ren has left his heart behind in Bavaria. He is soon to quit Hellford. She heard Clarence Pennington’s butler say that his housekeeper, Mrs Jones states that half his house is shut. And the staff vacated.” Maratella excites them all. Flora and Posy are mortified at such news.

“The house is emptying. And Lord Ren shall soon be gone.” She adds.

Mrs Ashton smiles gladly. “He is journeying back home to his castle I wager...” She delights. The spitting smug nature of her tone was clear. Good riddance.

“Who must he be besotted with I wonder?” Posy asks indelicately.

Iris tries not to be twice as smug. Thinking that she is that very woman.

He goes back to his castle and I will gladly go with him, she thinks.

The giddiness and joy roils in her stomach like golden champagne. Fizzes through her veins and she has to hide a smile. Biting her cheek hard.

“Well. if he is shortly to leave our shores. I’m willing to bet he’ll break a fair few maidens hearts in this county and the next over. Such a striking gentleman. The young ladies will certainly feel his loss most keenly.” Maratella comments in sadness for all the female admirers he’d amassed. They’d all be heart sore now he’s going away.

“You’re blushing Iris.” Flora sing-songs at her. Pointing it out. “Thoughts of your intended sweetheart?” She ribs her sister.

“You are a colossal pest. Flora.” Iris smiles at her. Matter of fact. Her little bug of a sister is quite right. She is thinking about the man she’ll marry.

Only another agonising hour whilst Mama and Maratella select their hats for the occasion. But Iris can atleast sit down and drink some much too sweet earl grey tea. Doesn’t have to stand on that wretched box for another hour.

Eventually their purchases were rung up and settled. Flora and Posy love Iris very much because she buys them two new ribbons each and some velvet buttons for their bonnets. They’re singing her praises as they quit the shop. Trilling like a pair of canaries about their gowns. Iris was glad to spend some of her pin money on them before she leaves for good.

She’s fully appraised of the weight of her actions. And the serious consequence of them. It would be ruinous for her mother and father. It would be a disaster for her sisters. But atleast she was of age and she could marry. Whatever else others might say of her - she fully believes Lord Ren’s intentions are honourable.

They can’t scandalise her for marrying Kylo. Just censure her for running away from Hux and jilting him. She’s certain he’ll recover amicably enough. He doesn’t love her. And his mother is suitably well connected. She could snap her fingers and summon another willing bride. She’s only sorry it can’t be her.

She’s despondent to remark upon the pain she’ll be causing hers and Hux’s family. But in time, they will recover. Posy would do well and Flora will follow in her footsteps. Mother will see to it they catch fine husbands when the time is right. Their mother is most skilled in that area.

The party journeys along Pembleton street. Maratella stops by the haberdashers to seek after some ribbons. Mama is in the milliners seeking after a new pair of occasion gloves. Posy and Flora amble slowly along the street with their sister. Watching the carriages and coaches trundle by. Various riders on horseback too.

A loud nickering snort behind her makes her turn. She can hardly hide the smile that quickly grows across her face when she catches sight of a lone rider on a huge stocky black stallion. Both man and his mount are furiously muscled beasts.

His Lordly attire is its usual. All black. Save for his white shirt and red cravat. The great overcoat frames his wide shoulders and his bulky chest. His boots gleam in the meagre sun. His grin tips up when he catches sight of her.

He looks terribly smug and Iris’s heart feels like it’s trying to ram out the cage of her ribs. This handsome lordly man who stole it away, sets it pounding freely and rampant in her chest.

She tries not to arouse the suspicion of her sisters. They were much too curious and meddling for their own good. She wants to protect her secret and she thinks she’s a proficient enough liar to accomplish it.

They burst into fits of giggles on seeing him. He rides Erland closer to where they are stood and dismounts. His strong boots thud into the frosty mud. His wool coat laps and swathes his body. He tethered himself to Erland. Massive gloved hand gripping the reins. The creature didn’t seem to have any care for wandering off. He just wished to see Iris - Kylo empathises with the horse. He rather feels the exact same.

Iris, Posy and Flora all curtsey to him. He bids them all a greeting. She bows her neck and when she looks up. His eyes fondly fix on her. Warm in the sun. The contrast of him is astonishing. Milky creamy complexion, bordered by the onyx shadow of his hair and eyes. Utter opposites in the juxtaposition.

“Miss Ashton. A pleasure to see you again. I trust you are still well recovered. You look very radiant this morning.” He comments. Walking Erland just that tiny step closer.

The obstinate animal his stallion is, reaches his nose out and snorts into her hand. Nudges her glove for pats and scritches of affection behind his ears. She doesn’t care that she’ll get horse hair on her. She strokes him.

“You are most kind. Your lordship. I am very well.” She smiles slightly. The pretty kiss of rose on her cheeks.

“I need not tell you Erland is pleased to make your acquaintance once more.” He remarks starkly. Hint of irony not lost on her. Erland almost nudges her to fall over with his big strong head. She laughs.

“Your ears must’ve been burning. Lord Ren. For we were just discussing you...” Posy flirts. Batting her lashes at the man.

Hands crossed in front of her. Like she was a genteel little doe. Iris glares narrowed silver dagger eyes at her sister to stop displaying herself so readily. As ever, the little vexation pays no attention. Not when there was a hot blooded male around.

Kylo tilts his head. Intrigued. “Is that so, Miss Posy?” He asks.

“We we’re discussing how heart sore all the young ladies hereabouts will be when you quit Hampshire...” Flora tells him.

Kylo takes her confession in his stride. “It’s true. And I am sorry more than I can exclaim to be leaving such carnage and desolation in my wake. But sadly I do return to Bavaria shortly.”

That handsome expression barely betrays a thing. The cold wind flounces and ruffles that wild hair. A tuft of it drifts in his face and tangled in his dark eyeline.

Iris decides in that moment he truly might be an angel sculpted by gods own hand; or a demon designed by the devil himself. She isn’t sure which of those creatures is all the more tempting.

One thing she’s certain of; He’d win that draw of most handsome, every time.

She quivers when those eyes gaze at her. Peels her right out her clothes and down to her goose pimpled skin. Then Posy has to go and open her foolhardy mouth some more...

“We were just helping Iris shop for her bridal gown.” She preens. “And our bridesmaids dresses.” She comments. Speaking as if she wants Kylo to snatch her up and steal her away to Bavaria. Stuff her in his pocket and run off with her.

“I had heard rumour of your engagement...” He lies. Iris is biting the inside of her lip and smiling genially to hide how wide her excitement wishes to make her smile grow.

“Show Lord Ren your engagement ring, Iris!” Flora bounces excitedly. Iris glares. Reminding her of the inappropriate nature of her words.

“Flora. Lord Ren is not interested in such matters. And I’m afraid we’ve already impressed upon too much of his time...” She insists.

Kylo holds out his hand to her. Steps closer so she has to crane her head back just to keep sight of his eyes. “I am certainly interested. And I might add, most eager to see the bauble that decorates such a fine, pretty hand.” He teases.

She decides he was designed by the devil. And lucifer gave him a silver tongue to boot-

Iris slips off her grey glove and gently lays her palm in his.

The way his fingers curl around hers is criminal. She tips her eyes up to his as he shifts closer and admires her ring. A soft smile tugs at his mouth. The gold winks at him in the sun. It’s a pretty delicate morsel. He can’t deny. But plain. Much too plain. Entirely humble as decoration went.

-it’s certainly nothing to the one he’d had Jomar go all the way to London to fetch for her from Bentley & Skinner on Bond Street.

“It is a fine ring. Miss Ashton. Sergeant Hux is the most fortunate man in England to have you as his intended bride. I’m quite envious of his fortuity.” He says. Bowing to lay a kiss on the back of her palm.

His eyes electrify her. He winks at her and she flushes with heat. Blood pressing up in her face.

“I’m sorry to hear of your leaving England. Lord Ren. Such a shame Hellford Park should be quitted before the summer.” She tells him.

Her palm leaving his. Sliding away from the touch of his hand would have made her wretched were it not for the heat in his bronzed eyes. Made a warmer melting shade by the shimmer of the buttery sun. And their shared secret lifts her heart.

“It is a great shame. But I’m eager to return to Ranlor. I’ve missed my homeland a great deal.”

“The rumour in circulation is that you have a certain lady in mind to return home too.” Posy dares most outlandishly. Iris chides her for her brash rudeness.

“Posy!” Iris calls out.

Kylo seems amused by it. “That would he telling. Miss Posy. Not to mention betraying the confidence of the most honourable lady in question.” He smirks at her sister.

Who giggles and blushes like it’s no ones business. His vampiric charms seeping out of his every pore, truly intoxicating to them, Iris can see it’s influence.

“Is she a great beauty? I imagine she is most elegant indeed and very superior and titled in rank and manner. And of great fortune...” Posy digs for more details. Kylo will reveal none.

“Pray. Don’t be impertinent twice-over.” Iris corrects. Posy pulls a vexed face. Shoves her tongue out at her sister.

Kylo’s chuckling. They were entertaining little chits. Relentless. But he admires something about that sparky quality. Iris had the same sense about her - only more sensible and humble.

“She is the singularly, most beautiful creature I’ve ever beheld in all my years.” He promises. “And I cannot wait to have her hand in marriage. She will make me a very blessed and lucky man.” He declares.

“How romantic.” Posy declares in a sigh. Flora dreamily agrees. They’re both veritably Moony eyed. Gazing up at him in wonder as a consequence. A silly girls kryptonite. A handsome and dark romantic man. A Byronic figure to set all the foolish girls swooning at the knees.

Kylo’s eyes sweep across to Iris at a passing glance. He smiles. And it almost undoes her.

“We must be on our way. We’ve availed ourselves of too much of your time. Lord Ren.” Iris says in parting. Trying to herd her vapid sisters away before they flirt anymore.

“We must go. For we are bid to the Hux’s tonight for a celebratory engagement supper.” Posy curtsies boasting as she’s bobbing away.

“Give the Sergeant and his family my warmest regards.” Kylo insists. Knowing what a barb that would be to Hux’s temper.

Iris turns and meets his eyes. Giving him a polite bowed head in parting. When Posy and Flora are otherwise looking elsewhere. She turns back and gives him such a look of longing and delight it makes him grin at her as she walks off down the cobbled pavement.

“Very good to see you again. Your Lordship. Have a pleasant rest of your day.” She insists.

Cajoling her sisters along the path and away before they get any notions. Erland snorts at her as she moved away. She smiles and gladly rubs the flat bone of his nose before she goes. Lord Ren stays standing until she does move away.

Kylo pats his neck, and hauls himself up on his strong stallions back once again. Booted feet in the stirrups. He adjusts on the saddle. Scanning the tumbled windows of the high street proprietors.

In the milliners, he sees a face like sour lemons and thunder glaring out at him. Mrs Ashton’s stony face peering outwards through the glass. Having seen his exchange with all her daughters.

He coaxes Erland into a slow walk. A little nudge in his side. He gives the foul Caroline Ashton his most winning enigmatic smile. And nods civilly in greeting at her as he rides off.

He sees it makes her lips purse in irritation.

Iris can’t resist glancing back at him. She knows those eyes watch her all the way down the street. She can feel them. Two pinpricks of heat, like candles, burning into her shoulder-blades.

It makes her too giddy for words.

They soon catch up with the rest of their party and are whisked away in the Hux carriage. Soaring across the dirty English roads. Mud churning in their wake as cold air and sunshine bounces off the roof.

Mama asks them what Lord Ren. Iris told them he was just politely passing the time of day. She seems satisfied with the answer. Iris fights not to squirm into shivers of desire at the merest intimation and memory of him.

Posy and Flora sing-song his romantic praises all the way home. Mother soon shuts them up with a cross cold stare.

The afternoon seems to fly her by. No sooner than she’s home and she’s readying herself for the dinner they’ll take at the Hux’s residence. Cavenham House.

The not so modest estate in the border of the next county. A gorgeous house if she’s being perfectly honest. Terracotta red bricked exterior, of modern Georgian design. Huge arched white windows. Rococo interior. All gilded with cherubs frolicking on the murky painted ceilings and baroque trim on every door. Rolling scrolls. Frescoes and pastel colours. Gilding, moulding and trompe l’oeils giving the illusion of motion and drama. Raining down from every ceiling.

A handsomely kept garden was also what it was resolutely famous for. Though it would not be pictured to its best quality in this dead winter. Spring will liven it soon. The hardy bright bulbs will crop up through the frost. But for now it remains speckled in snow with only the evergreens surviving.

Iris can see it all as they pull up the long stretch of the torch lit drive. In the coach Maratella was kind enough to send to collect them all.

Once again she was wedged beside Posy and Flora, and their shrill gossiping. Mother and Father opposite. Noiseless and as disagreeing as ever. Silence blazed between them as somber as a churchyard. They were about as animated with each other as two gravestones.

Iris dressed in her navy silk gown with 3/4 sleeves and a sheer white chemisette swirled with stitched white flowers, decorating her shoulders and neck. Meg cleverly weaves that teal ribbon into her hair coiffure again. She finishes the look with pearl droplet earrings and white satin gloves up to her elbows.

They are welcomed inside by stony faced servants in the blue Cavenham livery. Taken into the drawing room to meet their hosts. Maratella had invited some local flavour along also. Everyone’s merry and mingling. Posy offers to play a Handel piece on the Pianoforte before dinner is announced. She does so rather well. Thunks the opening notes in shocking volume but she picks up from that point onwards.

Iris is admiring the scenery from the drawing room window. Even in the dark she can see how lovely the gardens are. It doesn’t dissolve the fact that this house would still be a prison to her. There weren’t bars on the window and she won’t exactly be stitching mailbags - but it will still be her cage.

A handsome cage, she won’t deny. But a cage nonetheless as she mothers the children and lives for planning fine parties to boast of her and her husbands excellence. And slowly becomes a woman of high rank and no substance.

Hux moves to stand by her side, hands folded behind his back. A tall lean column of red, black and white in his ceremonial dress. Medals shining. Hair groomed. Perfectly respectable. Infuriatingly loveless, as always.

“You shall like the gardens in summer. I should think.” He remarks.

“They are most handsome.” She comments. “A fine prospect indeed.” She agrees.

They perfectly form the vision of lovers conversing by candlelight. She can hear Mama and Mrs. Hux cooing proudly behind them. It’s infuriating. Iris can’t spend the rest of her life in a manner such as this; being prodded and manoeuvred and gossiped over like a chess piece on a board.

“I care little for being out of doors. Save for riding with my regiment.” He impresses.

Iris nods. “I am perhaps overfond of walking. I take an excursion each day if I can.” She tells him.

He sniffs. And coldly watches the view before them. “Well. You shall have to make allowances and sacrifices when we are wed. I can’t have you scampering around the countryside when you are with my heir.” He insists.

Iris’s mouth turns dry. She makes little response to his words. He turns away to speak to someone else but she catches his arm to stop him.

“Please I just want to say-“ she starts.

She looks up into his face. The bright copper of his hair and the steel of his eyes. The surety of his rigid auburn brow. She doesn’t dislike him. He’s not an unpleasant man. Just, misguided.

She says what she’s thinking now before she loses the chance. No doubt he’ll think very badly of her when all is done.

“I think well of you. You know. You are a gallant man. Not lacking in honour or credibility. I admire that about you. Hux.” She says. Even if I can’t marry you for it.

He nods. Accepting her words. Then their granite faced butler coughs dryly and announces dinner to the room.

Maratella lets the engaged couple be seated next to each other at dinner. Wanting to encourage the tepid affection brewing between them. Iris doesn’t know what the woman expects from them. They weren’t matched for love but it’s as if that’s what she’s hoping to see blossom.

Maratella is hoping for romance to pass betwixt them.

It could and never will be that. Iris thinks.

Iris remarks inwardly to herself as she sips down her soup a la reine. Served alongside several large golden Bouchée à la reine’s.

The next course is of stewed beef and venison steaks, and a whole champagne poached salmon with slithers of white and black truffles decorating the cooked fish acting as scales.

More seafood came served in the form of fried then boiled sole, heaped in a terrine and a whole platter of pickled crab. A haricott of vegetables and mashed turnips. There was enough food spread on this very grand table, to keep them dining for a fortnight. Mrs Hux organised a feast intended to show off.

She gets everyone to toast to the newlyweds. The gentleman stand to raise their glasses and the ladies stay seated.

The pudding banquet is brought out and quite rightly enough, as she suspected, the whole table is flouncing in ruched fancy french sugar concoctions.

Silken French pies. Syllabubs of lemon and rose and brandy. Ice’s of all flavours. Custard tarts smothered with fat ripe fruit drowning steeped in syrup. Sugar plums and cinnamon and mace laced apple tartlets with baked custard. Iris indulged in some of the tarts and the fruits.

Posy and Flora fall upon creams and dainty fancies like hungry wolves. And eat until they are stuffed.

The ladies retire to the parlour for music and snifters of sweet ruby port wine. Iris indulges in a glass as her sisters and various other young accomplished ladies take to the pianoforte to sing and show off. Posy drags a reluctant Iris up to sing whilst she plays. She grumbles but bends to her sisters will.

She gives a shortly sweet chorus of ‘Let no man steal your thyme’ for it was the only song she could sing comfortably well.

She never much liked performing for amusement. Some girls were a glutton for it. Iris is no such a one. She stands with one hand on the pianoforte and the other folded behind her hip. She sings her choruses and smiles meekly at the small scattering of applause offered for her when she is done.

She heads back to her spot on the settee. Maratella is remarking to her mother how divine it will be to have a songbird in the house once again. Iris sits back in her seat and spends the rest of her evening in silence. Though she wants to say a great deal.

The evening slips past well enough. Night spills past her relatively quick. Another day gone. Another day closer to her happiness. She’s almost too giddy to contain it.

Then the time comes to bid goodnight to their hosts;

Iris watches as Hux fondly kisses her hand. Seeing her off out the rich gilded foyer out into the black black night. Sky so dark it’s a whole void studded with freckling stars. Cold shudders at the shivering trees.

She wants to say something impactful and veiled. To speak of her regard for him. She cannot think how best to do so. She swallows down her thick tongue. Remains a coward.

She can only hope in time, after the wake of her scandal settles. That Hux will find someone better suited than her. Maybe even find someone that he can love? She prays deeply for that little happy happenstance.

She is not so unfeeling as to wish a joyless life on the man who just wasn’t correct for her.

Her teeth grits with all the things unsaid. “I hope you’ll be happy.” She smiles lightly. He thinks her to be referring to the engagement that stands between them.

“I’m sure.” He comments. “Goodnight.” Is his curt response.

It doesn’t incense her. Tonight it vexed her. Caused a tiny crease between her brows. It seemed such fickle words to part on. But she leaves them be-

Let’s those words spirit up into the quiet undisturb of the night. The heavens can have those words. Iris wishes it could have been more. But how appropriate is it that even his parting words are found wanting.

She gets into the coach after curtseying a polite goodbye to Brendol and Maratella. She says something sweet to Iris about her singing. Iris cringes a smile. She won’t be thinking such good things about her shortly. She imagines she’ll curse her name for all of hell and heaven to hear. She’ll wake the sleeping dead cursing the day Iris was born.

Iris thanks her. For her hospitality. For her kindness. Under all her airs and graves, she’s a fairly nice woman and she should find a more amicable daughter-in-law to crow over.

She slots herself into the coach beside her sisters. Listens to the door slam shut. The rattle and crunch of it shifts on the gravel. Rumbled away up the long elegant curve of the drive.

Iris twists to look back. She isn’t sure why she wanted too. But they weren’t a dismal family. And she’s sorry for the pain and offence she’ll cause to them all.

She watches Hux’s stiffly-posed, regimented figure. Shadowed against the night. The scarlet of his blood coat. The ice white of his breeches stained blue, glowing in the night. The stars glimmer off his shining boots and off the pierce of his pale eyes. She wishes him well. She truly does.

They trundle on home. Full of food and as usual with Posy and Flora spouting gossip on and on endlessly. Mother chiming in. Father and Iris retain their silence. Eyes cross firing in a glance when they all agree on something cruel and senseless.

Westwell’s windows emerge gold out the dark. Surrounded by the bustling trees. All of the landscape is merely dark moulded shapes. Looming and shifting in the shadows. The moon casts washy film of silver to try and spill over the cover of smeared clouds.

They are just to the drive when a small dark shape flits overhead. Iris looks upwards, and sees the definable shape of a bird landing on her windowsill. She smiles giddily.

She exits the coach quick. Bidding them goodnight and rushing off up to her room. Her skirts picked up in her hands. Mama remarks how odd it is. Posy shrugs and supposes she’s got a secret missive to read from Hux.

Iris absolutely flies for her door. Twists the handle and launches herself in the room. Shutting the door firmly after herself. Pressing it with both hands flat to the wood.

The warmth of the fire hits her. She doesn’t even pay mind to the tiny crack of her open window. Or her swaying curtains that shift on the breeze.

She can only focus on the huge frame of a dashing vampire stood fireside. One elbow resting on the mantel as he gazes into the flames.

His big frame swallows up the whole room and strangled out all the air. The ochre of the blazing flames captured his skin. Turned that milky-cream of his complexion into pale fire.

She smiles and he does too. “Thank goodness it’s you. I was worried I’d scare seven shades out of your maid.” He drawls softly so his voice doesn’t carry. Smirk curling at the corners.

She crosses the distance. Her feet eat up the floorboards quick. She avails herself of an embrace. Throws herself into his arms.

The cloak of his fire warmed clothing envelopes her as his arms do. He smells like the damp snap of frosty woodland and the acid tang of woodsmoke. The night air of wild outdoors clings to every inch and fibre of his clothes. Swirls about him like a clouding tempest.

He chuckles as she gets herself in his hold. The deep bass of his voice rumbled through her skin and sinking to her bones. Her cheek mashed to his sternum. His arms close around her. Stroking her body through the rasping silk of her dress.

One big warmed hand clasps the back of her neck as the other holds the back of her waist. His nose nudges into the crush of her muddy hair. Her scent teases him just as much as his had, to her. Lavender and sage. The plain spice and calm floral scent.

“I could feel the happiness pouring off you as you alighted the stairs.” He smiles. She steps back and gazed up at him.

“How pretty you look tonight. Dove. You’re exquisite in silk.” He remarks when she steps away. Hand toying with the loose tawny curl at her ear. The sapphire dark of her dress suits her very well. Throws her complexion into brilliance. Does something to make the tones of her hair look rich.

She always looks ravishing to him.

She blushes. “I missed you all day. Isn’t that mad?” She asks.

“If missing is madness, then I’m out of my sane mind whenever you’re not in my sight.” He promises gently.

Big hands cupping her hot silken neck as he leans down to plant a firm, slanting kiss to her lips. His mouth is cold and he tastes of frosty air and wine.

Kissing him is like kissing someone who just stepped inside, taking shelter from a bitter cold wind.

She’s beginning to wonder if there is some clever addiction woven into his lips. One kiss never seems to be enough. She holds his wrists as he grabs her. Makes her feel small in his arms. She’s lost in his hold. It’s powerfully thrilling.

He breaks the kiss and his thumbs stroke at her cheeks. Her eyes glitter keenly at him. He spies the ring on her finger. The one that doesn’t belong there. It makes him smile.

“I’d like to surmise you snuck in here just to steal a kiss. But I suspect a different motive altogether?” She asks.

He broke into a grin that creases his eyes and bares his teeth in a smile. She was no thoughtless woman; his darling Iris.

She’s always thinking. Always fretting. Always mulling over things in her head.

That was one of the first things that that came to his notice about her. She tended to be introspective about all manner of things in comparison to her acetous mother who spewed vile words. And her daft sisters who spouted out their every dangerously silly thought.

He kisses her for that clever remark- slow and paced and soft. Languid like melting warm honey. Lips curling to hers.

“I do have some news. But kissing you will always my first priority.” He husks against her rosy lips. Her warm cheeks blaze from under his icy fingers.

“The date is set. We must leave tomorrow eve.” He tells her with a smirk.

Her stomach completely soars in giddiness. She doesn’t have to hide her grin here.

“It feels as if I’ve been waiting at eternity to hear those blessed words.” She cries in happiness.

“Slip away to me after everyone’s gone to bed.” He instructs. She agrees.

“Mother has been pleased with my conduct of late. She’ll have let her guard down over tonight. I’ll leave once everyone is abed. Even the maids.” She tells him.

Stroking her fingers down the finery of his waistcoat where they’re still stood close to each other. The material was so soft. The softest grain of velvet she’s ever felt.

“You don’t have to bring too much. I can buy you everything you may ever need.” He leers. Cupping her cheek. Feeling the smooth of her skin. Right up her jaw.

His eyes carve flinty paths down her neck as he strokes his fingers there. Her pulse quickens. He can feel and hear her blood slushing hot through her veins.

She shrugs. “I cherish very few possessions. Posy and Flora can have the rest.” She insists. Her hand coming up to stroke over his thick crook of elbow with the hand that’s touching her neck.

He drags the edge of the chemisette down and strokes along the flat of her collarbone. His eyes turn into a palette of bittersweet autumn. Orange and gold swirled with flecks of russet brown.

“Is it difficult?” She asks suddenly.

“Restraining from the need to...” Her face fixed on his. Words trailing away. Air bursting with heat and lust. His eyes snap from her neck to her face. Her cheeks bloom rose petal red. Blood red and hot.

“To feed?” He asks her. She swallows and nods.

His other hand catches the back of her hips reels her right in close. She gasps. Air around them thick and full of snapping sparking static. Her hands press to his cavernous chest.

“I have got several hundred years of restraint up my sleeve.” He crooks a smirk.

His eyes flicker to watch her jugular pulse. The thrum of her little timpani heart makes his mouth wet. He knows she’d taste like salt and sickly Turkish roses and warm bronze coins.

He presses the chemisette aside again and nudges his nose against her pulse point. Right at the epicentre of his life’s greatest desire. He hums a kiss against her neck and she almost faints-

“You shake all those very hard learnt lessons right down to their very foundations.” He promises.

“Iris my love, you are the hardest thing, I’ve ever had to resist.” He tells.

Swooping upwards to kiss at her cheek. Sighing in need against her hot warm skin. If he indulges the temptation of tasting her blood. He doesn’t even want to fathom what the raw animal in him will do to her. Such debauchery he’d surely scandalise her innocence to tipping point.

He will have her on their wedding night and not a second before.

Though the rogue in him does think how goddamn glorious it would be to have her on that bed of hers right now, torn out of that gown. Screeching his name for the whole house to hear. And they can listen to her rapture and whimper, and beg and writhe under the man who really does love her.

Bite her neck as he pumps deep into her slick heat. Gather up every groan as she opens those sweet pink thighs for him and claws at his back. He’d kiss her neck until she yanks her fingers into his hair and tugs. Opens that sweet songbird mouth and calls for him in her bliss, with that ambrosial voice.

He holds the backs of her hips and strokes the silk there with arcing curves of his thumbs. Drawing shapes on that stiff silk.

“I must tell you-“ She starts. “I never was much good at resisting you either. Even after knowing what you are. It shocked me I won’t deny. But it somehow in its twisted way, it made all the sense in the world. It didn’t alter me for my knowledge of it. It didn’t even begin to change the severity my feelings for you.” She tells him. Reaching up and stroking along the handsome plain jaw.

Wholly, un-confinably, remarkably handsome.

“My love-“ He begins warmly. “If I had to, I would throw you over my shoulder to carry you up the aisle to marry me. Even if I had to tear you from your bed and steal you away in the dark of night to be mine. I would have done it. Because this, what we share, it cannot and will never be undone. Can never be ignored.” He promises her.

“Vampires love more deeply than any mortal longing. What I feel for you, it is not fickle. It will never fade. Never wane. We love each other and that will last for as long as we exist on this earth. I thought I had better edify you with these clear facts about my nature, before we are to be bound in matrimony.” He pledges to her. Declaring his undying devotion to her.

Iris rather wants to swoon into his chest - if she had ever been inclined to be a swooning sort of woman. Instead she just beams. A smile so glad it touches the frosty barren place his dead heart inhabited.

“These last few hours will be such a torture.” She comments seriously. But giddy. So giddy it felt like her sides would split open. And molten happy gold would pour out.

His eyes turn promiscuous. As does his domineering smile.

“I can safely offer you nothing but pleasure once the torture is done.” He filthily promises.

She blushes. He wants to lift her up and devour her in a kiss again. Taste those saccharine sweet lips in an animalistic kiss. He savours holding her instead.

Tomorrow he can let the animal roam free over his delicate dove. Tonight is the last night it must be caged.

“Not long to wait now. The last of my household servants left today. I sent Jomar and Jones off to London to make passage to France. Erland and Kana remain to take us to Scotland with one driver, and the coach.” He tells.

She liked that he’s bringing Erland to their elopement. It’s quite fitting when the creature loves her almost as much as he does.

“Then it’s just us. Riding into the wild of the Highland. Roaming over the Scottish moors, and glens and lochs, as a Lord and his Lady.” He paints a vivid picture for her.

She sighs a smile. “Us, has never sounded so splendid.” And she beams brighter than the sun.

He clutches her close for another kiss before he slips away.

The appointed hour loometh. And Iris won’t sleep a wink for thinking of his sharp smile or those savage eyes.

She eventually dreams. And thinks of kissing his soft plush lips once more. Like kissing pink rose petals.

The next time she will, they’ll be well on their way to being man and wife.

~ ~ 🥀 ~ ~

#kylo ren #kylo ren x oc #vampire au #vampire!kylo #vampirelovestory #very wolves and doves #adam driver #Iris vibes 🕊#Draegan vibes 🥀#Lord Ren vibes 🐺#vampire #demon #ao3 fanfic #more swooning #secret lovers

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Strawberry Scented Dreams

Overview: The 3 Times Todoroki Falls Asleep On You + The 1 Time You Fall Asleep On Him. Shouto is always sleepy and needs some rest, and your shoulder just happens to be the comfiest place to get it.

Pairing: Todoroki Shouto x Reader

Word Count: 3,697

Warning(s): Language, tooth-rotting fluff.

Author’s Note: This is so self-indulgent I literally have no words, LOL. I just wish Shouto were real so this could happen. *cries* A girl can dream.

1ST TIME: DURING A CLASS 1-A MOVIE NIGHT

“All in favor of a Twilight movie marathon say I!”

“No way in hell, Raccoon Eyes,” roared Bakugou, voicing the general consensus of Class 1-A.

Even Midoriya piped up, “Ah-- We did watch that the last movie night, Ashido. Maybe we should watch something else?”

The class nodded and began suggesting ideas of their own.

“Lord of the Rings?”

“Nah.”

“Avengers?”

“Ouch!”

“Harry Potter?” you suggested.

The class looked around at each other, no forthright dissent amongst the members. After noticing a few shrugs and why not?’s, Iida stepped forward.

“Does anyone have any objections?” said Iida, glancing at his classmates.

The majority of them shook their heads and you cheered.

“Harry Potter marathon it is!”

As Iida and Jirou set up the movie and mirrored it only the television screen, you happily returned from the kitchen with bowls of popcorn in hand. You passed them around to different groups before looking around trying to find a seat.

“Y/N.”

You turned to the direction of the voice and spotted Todoroki shifting to make room on the sofa cushion.

“You can sit here, if you’d like,” he offered, placing his hand on the spot next to him.

Beaming, you bounded over to him and sat down-- He even gave you the corner seat. “Thank you, Todoroki-kun!”

“It’s no problem.”

As the first movie started, you munched on your snacks in excitement, offering a piece of chocolate to Shouto.

“Which movie is your favorite?” you whispered, gaze briefly flickering from the screen to the man next to you.

“My favorite?” He blinked, pressing his lips together. “I’m...not sure. I’ve never actually watched them all.”

Your eyes shot open. “What!?”

“Inside voice, please!” yelled Iida from across the room.

“Sorry,” you said sheepishly before turning back to Todoroki. “Have you really never watched or read Harry Potter before?”

Shouto shook his head, eyebrows furrowing as he licked a spot of melted chocolate off his thumb.

You pressed a hand to your chest. How had he never watched them before? It was an essential part of adolescence. “You wound me, Todoroki-kun. It’s one of my favorite series ever!”

“I’m sure I’ll love it then,” Todoroki said simply, giving you a brief smile. “I trust your judgment.”

You tried not to puff up your chest at his flattery. You wouldn’t have considered Shouto your best friend, but you did think you were close. And you would not let the fact that that you thought he was attractive, intelligent, tall, smart, or...perfect, get in the way of your friendship.

By the time you got to the fourth movie, your popcorn had run out and the rest of the class were either completely knocked out, or completely invested in the movie.

“I’m so confused! Is Professor Moody evil or not?” said Hagakure, scratching her head from her seat on the adjacent couch.

“I think the real Moody isn’t evil, but this one is,” replied Yaoyorozu.

“What does that even mean!?”

Chuckling to yourself, you continued to enjoy the scene in front of you. Your focus was only diverted when you felt a small thud on your side.

“Huh--?”

You craned your neck to find Todoroki’s head resting on your shoulder, his soft hair tickling the sensitive skin of your collarbone.

His mouth was slightly askew as he deeply breathed in and out, and his eyes were shut in a way that exaggerated his tired eye bags. You weren’t sure why, but you were certain Shouto wasn’t getting enough sleep during the nights.

“Todoroki-kun?” you whispered. When he didn’t stir, you gave him a small smile before pushing his bangs out of his face, shifting slightly so he wouldn’t wake up with a neck crick. “Sleep well.”

As the next movie in the series played, you felt the warmth on your side lull you into a tired state. Your eyelids grew heavier and heavier and your head landed on a firm, silky pillow that smelled of pine and peppermint.

Before you knew it, you were drifting off into a dream that consisted of golden eggs and friendly dragons, meeting a headstrong prince along the way.

It was the best sleep you had in awhile.

When you awoke, it was to sharp flashes of white and loud sounds of snickers from above you.

Your eyes fluttered open and you squinted at the bright light.

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty!”

“Wha--?” you said groggily.

When your gaze adjusted, you noticed the bare and spacious walls were not the ones of your dorm room. And the pillow you were on wasn’t a pillow, but rather a sleeping Todoroki.

You blinked.

“Is the movie marathon over?” you cautioned, piecing together the events of the previous night.

Mina snickered, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. “It’s been over for eight hours now, Y/L/N. You and Todoroki fell asleep after the Goblet of Flames, or whatever.”

“Fire,” you corrected instinctively.

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Look! We even have pictures of how cute you two are while sleeping,” Uraraka chimed, and you noticed for the first time it wasn’t just a small group of you outside in the common room, but half the class.

They were all gathered in a circle around you and Shouto, phones out recording and taking photos with an ungodly flash.

Todoroki stirred from your shoulder, his eyes opening slowly as a confused expression made its way to his face.

“Good morning, Todoroki-kun,” you said softly.

He looked around a few times. “Good morning, Y/L/N-chan.”

Chan!? you thought, face flaming. Since when did Shouto use honorifics with you? Especially one like that…

“Oh, my God! You guys are so cute!” squealed Mina, clasping her hands against her heart as she spun around in circles. “Kirishima, can you send me the picture? I want to make it my lock screen background.”

You exchanged glances with a very dazed looking Todoroki.

“Wait a minute--” you started.

“I’ll send them to the group chat!” Kirishima said proudly, typing away on his phone. “I had the best angle of their faces and their hands.”

Hands?

“Can I see the picture?” asked Shouto suddenly.

Eijirou handed Todoroki his phone with a wink. “You’re welcome.”

Shouto grabbed the phone and opened up the photo, tilting the screen your way so you were bath able to see it.

As expected, the picture showed Todoroki sleeping on your shoulder with your head resting on top of his. His eyes were snapped shut and he had a peaceful expression on his face. So did you.

But what you did not expect to see was your body tilted ever so slightly towards Shouto, your limp handing falling on his lap while his own palm covered yours.

You felt your cheeks heat up as Todoroki glanced from the photo to you.

You were on fire from embarrassment and you suddenly felt the need to scoot away and create distance between you and your insanely sweet and attractive friend.

“Um-- I…” you stuttered, biting your lip. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you, Todoroki-kun.”

“It was my fault,” he said, waving you off. “I’m the one who fell asleep first. I hope your night wasn’t too uncomfortable, then.”

“Uncomfortable? Not at all! I haven’t slept that well in ages,” you insisted, face flaming once more when you realized what you just said.

But Todoroki’s eyes widened as he straightened in his seat. “Really?”

You nodded, reluctantly.

“I don’t remember the last time I had a good night’s sleep like that, either,” he admitted.

Uraraka made a strangled noise from behind you and you remembered you weren’t alone.

“That is so cute!” she cried, squishing her cheeks between her hands. “I also want it as my wallpaper!”

You shook your head fervently, rubbing the back of your neck. “O-Oh. Are you sure that’s a good idea--?”

“I think I do, too,” Shouto agreed, his voice soft but firm.

He what?

“Todoroki-kun…? You--?”

When your phone sounded with a ding and you saw the photograph on your screen, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself despite the embarrassed heat in your face.

You reckoned it was a rather cute photo of a rather cute moment… It would be a shame to let it go to waste.

And you hated to admit it, but the picture did make for a good phone background.

- - - - -

2ND TIME: ON THE TRAIN RIDE BACK FROM A SHOPPING TRIP

It wasn’t Todoroki’s fault.

Truly.

How could anyone blame him for falling asleep on someone with such a warm and soothing presence? Shouto found himself gravitating towards your very aura, only to have his senses attacked by your twinkling laughter and dimpled smile.

It was only natural for him to feel tranquil around you. He couldn’t help that in addition your comforting nature, your shoulder looked so inviting as well.

“Did you buy everything you needed?” you asked as you shifted all your bags to one wrist.

Uraraka invited you, Todoroki, and some of your other classmates to go to the mall this Saturday, but when the time came, everyone said they had last minute plans and had to cancel. Everyone except you and Todoroki, that is.

Shouto didn’t mind, but he was worried he couldn’t be much help to you when you were deciding on which outfits to get.

“I did buy everything I need,” he replied, quickly placing Endeavor’s credit card back into his wallet.

It was safe to say he bought more than what he needed.

As the two of you boarded the train back to Musutafu, Todoroki found two seats next to each other and placed his items in the floor.

“I’d say that was a successful shopping trip,” you said, plopping into the seat. “Especially for you. Look at all the things you bought!”

He shrugged, eyeing your normal number of bags and his slightly excessive one. “It’s not all for me, though. I got some sweets for Uraraka-- And I saw an All Might jacket I thought Midoriya might like.”

“Aw, Todoroki-kun! That’s so sweet of you.”

He shifted uncomfortably at your praise.

“I got you something, too,” Shouto admitted, suddenly feeling a strange nervousness in his stomach he never felt before.

You tilted your head to the side and he reached into his jacket pocket to pull out a small box. He saw your eyes widen in realization when you figured out what it was, but he waved you off before you could protest.

“You were looking at it in the store,” he said, opening the box to expose a dainty gold necklace with a small diamond star as the pendant. “I wanted to get it for you.”

“But Todoroki--” You swallowed. “That necklace was almost 15,000 yen!”

“Is that...too much?”

Your lips quirked into a frown and Shouto mentally scolded himself for making you feel upset.

“I apologize, Y/L/N,” he said, reluctantly withdrawing the box from in front of you. “I... thought you’d like it. I didn’t mean to anger you.”

You shook your head, eyes wide. “I’m not mad, Todoroki-kun. I really do love it! But I just can’t accept something so expensive from you without giving you anything in return.”

“You’ve given me plenty. This is what I’m giving you in return.”

Todoroki fought back a yawn as the constant hum and bumps of the train relaxed his muscles, instead taking the necklace out of the box and holding it up.

“It is really pretty,” you said hesitantly.

When he heard that, Shouto began to grin and you folded your arms.

“But I’ll only accept it if I can get you a gift, too!”

Todoroki thought of how comfortable your shoulder was and how you smelled like strawberries and mangoes. What he wouldn’t give to sleep with you again like during the movie night…

His face brightened at the idea. “I know what you can do for me in return. But I’ll tell you them after you accept the necklace.”

You peered at him cautiously through the tops of your lashes, but agreed.

Brushing your hair to one side of your neck, Todoroki felt a shiver run through your body. He paused.

“Sorry, is my hand too cold?”

You shook your head fervently. “No! Ah, I mean-- That’s not why I…” He felt a subte heat radiating from your face. “It’s fine.”

With a shrug, Shouto continued to put the necklace on. He brought the star to the front and ran his fingers down the chain to the clasp in the back. Swiftly, he secured the chain on your neck, letting his fingers linger for a beat longer than necessary.

He cleared his throat. “There.”

You brought your hand to the base of your neck to feel the dainty pendant. Todoroki thought the gold accents looked quite fitting on you.

“Thank you, Todoroki-kun.”

“Shouto.”

You blinked. “Shou… Are you sure?”

He nodded.

“Then call me Y/N,” you said with a beam, your smile so bright it made the whole train lighten up. “Thank you, Shouto.”

“You’re welcome...Y/N.”

Your given name was unfamiliar on his tongue, but he decided he quite enjoyed it. For a while, you sat there in befitting silence, just enjoying each other’s presence until you cleared your throat.

“So, what payment did you have in mind?”

Shouto smiled. “Your shoulder.”

“My what?”

“Shoulder.” At your confused look, he continued, “It’s rather comfortable. And...you smell quite nice.”

Your expression was still puzzled, but this time embarrassed as well.

Todoroki tried again. “Being with you helps me sleep better. I don’t know why, but it does…”

Your eyes flashed with realization and a small grin spread across your face. “Oh, I see. You want to lay down on my shoulder again?”

He felt the temperature rise on his left side, but he nodded.

“You’re the cutest!” you squealed, giving him a quick hug. “You can sleep on my shoulder anytime you want, Shouto.”

Todoroki’s face flamed even more. “Thank you, Y/N.”

“Of course!”

And as the train made its way to the stop in Musutafu, Todoroki found himself dozing off with his head in the crook of your neck, strands of your hair tickling his nose.

But he didn’t mind.

You smelled like strawberries and the next time Shouto woke up, he found himself having fond thoughts of the fruit.

- - - - -

3RD TIME: STARGAZING ON THE ROOF

Next week were your final exams and Class 1-A found themselves working their hardest to do their best. After a long day of classes and extensive hero training, you wanted nothing more than to crawl in bed after a hot shower and sleep.

But for some reason you couldn’t.

You stirred in your bed, unable to find a comfortable position. As your gaze roamed around to different part of the ceiling, you found yourself wondering whether or not Shouto had been able to fall asleep yet before snapping yourself out of your thoughts.

Restlessly, you grabbed a fluffy blanket from your bed before walking out of your dorm room.

If you weren’t going to get a good night’s rest, you might as well spend your time looking at the stars (or a single star that somehow shined through the light pollution) rather than the flat white expanse of your ceiling.

But after making your way up the stairs and scaling the rest of the building to reach the rooftop, you found that you weren’t the only one there.

“Shouto?”

He turned his head toward the sound of your voice. “Y/N. Hello.”

You walked over to Todoroki, who was leaning against the railing with his forearms, the wind blowing his hair all over his face.

Somehow, it suited him.

“Couldn’t sleep?” you asked, mimicking his stance.

Reluctantly, Shouto shook his head. “No. And you?”

“I was having a bit of trouble,” you admitted with a shrug.

Laying your blanket out on the cold floor, you sat down and tilted your head up to look at the sky. When you patted the spot next to you, Todoroki slowly made his way there.

There was a lapse of silence as the two of you stared at the sky, shoulders touching and legs slightly brushing each other with no words exchanged.

“I wish more stars were visible where we live,” you said quietly, almost afraid to ruin the moment.

Shouto turned to you, head tilted in question.

“When I was younger, my family and I always went to Mount Ibuki for a while during summer.” You smiled at the memory. “I never saw so many stars in the sky before. It was beautiful.”

“Have you gone recently?”

You sighed. “No. We’ve all been so busy lately.” You shifted your weight onto the palms of your hands as you leaned back. “How about you? Have you ever gone?”

“My father was never one for vacations,” replied Todoroki wryly.

“Right,” you said with a wince. “Well, I’d take you to the mountains, Shouto. We could go hiking and see the stars and have a campfire with s’mores!”

He stared off into the distance for a while, a corner of his mouth quirked upward as he found himself lost in his thoughts. You were quite fond of that smile.

“I’d like that.”

You beamed, bumping your elbow to his side playfully. “Then we’ll do it! Regardless of how busy we become.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

As the two of stared off into space, surrounding yourselves with the stillness of the night, you felt Todoroki’s head fall gently onto your shoulder. You shivered.

“Cold?” he asked, wrapping his left arm around your waist and pulling you closer.

“That’s not why I--” Your cheeks heated, feeling an odd sense of deja vu. “Never mind. Thank you.”

Shouto buried his face deeper in the crook of your neck, his warm palm still resting on the curve of your hip and you couldn’t help but wonder if his heart was beating as fast as yours. “Anytime.”

His abdomen was warm and firm, and his arm enveloped you in a comforting hug that even the biting wind couldn’t interfere with. Beneath you, you felt the steady beat of his heart pick up when you brushed your fingers against the side of his face.

“What are you doing to me, Y/N?” Todoroki said, but you were certain he wasn’t asking in the literal sense.

Your stomach clenched and you felt a flutter in your chest. What was this?

You couldn’t stop thinking about him during the passing moments of the day. You wanted to be by his side in the most random and inconvenient times. And you were never able to get his annoyingly soft hair out of your mind.

You even found random strands of red hair on your clothes-- And you didn’t even mind!

“I don’t know, Shouto,” you replied, voice barely above a whisper.

“Me neither.” He exhaled deeply. “But whatever it is, I don’t want it to stop.”

- - - - -

+1: YOU FALL ASLEEP ON HIM

“You’re quite comfortable yourself, did you know that?”

“Am I?”

You and Shouto were lounging on a the common room couch on a Saturday night and he never wanted to get up. A random movie was streaming on the television as you traced circles onto his pectoral muscle with the tip of your finger.

As he toyed with the ends of your hair, you replied, “Especially with your quirk. Sometimes cuddling can be uncomfortable and sweaty-- But it’s better with you because of your temperature regulation.”

He frowned, touching an ice cold hand to your arm. Todoroki grinned when you squealed, trying to squirm away from his clutches. “Is that the only reason?”

Giggling, you placed your lips against his before resting your head back down on his chest. “No, but it is a bonus.”

Shouto hummed.

“I also like cuddling with you because you smell like Christmas.”

“Christmas?”

“Pine and peppermint-- Like a candy cane on a Christmas tree!”

Todoroki blinked, scratching his head at your observation. He wasn’t exactly sure how he smelled like that, but he supposed it could’ve been much worse.

“Do I?” he said.

“You do. It’s very comforting.” Todoroki noticed your voice grow softer and more lax as he continued stroking small circles against a point of pressure he felt on the nape of your neck. You sighed in contentment. “I feel more relaxed when I’m with you.”

“I feel that way, too.”

When you didn’t reply Shouto looked down to find your eyes shut as you snuggled deeper into his arms. Your hair cascaded around your face and he brushed them away before pressing a kiss against your forehead.

You were beautiful and you were all his, he thought with a small smile as he felt your breathing grow heavier.

Soon enough, Todoroki found his own eyes fluttering shut, his breath matching the steady beat of your heart as he drifted to sleep.

The next morning, Kirishima and Ashido walked into the common room, phones in hand as they spotted the sleeping pair.

“I knew they were bound to get together!” Kirishima exclaimed triumphantly, taking in the way Todoroki’s arm was braced protectively around your waist. He snapped a few photos and sent them to the group chat before turning to Mina with a pinched face. “But the longer I stare at them, the grosser they become.”

Ashido whacked him on the backside of his head before continuing to swoon over the sight of you and Todoroki.

“You just don’t know what love is, Kiri,” said Mina with a dramatic sigh. “Maybe one day when you’re manly enough you will.”

“Hey! You take that back--!”

When Todoroki awoke to a quarrelling flash of red and pink, he wasn’t quite sure what was going on. But when he checked the notification on his phone, what he was certain of was that he now had a new photo to set as his lock screen.

And as he looked from his phone to you sleeping next to him, Shouto caught a whiff of strawberries and realized that if he thought the picture was good, the real thing was a million times better.

#all this fluff is to heal my soul because ENDGAME omg and because i lost my airpods and SMH today was not a good day #but at least shouto is here to make it better hahha #todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #x reader #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia #bnha fanfiction

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Flower of Evil Thoughts- Episode 9

First of all.. THE PREGNANCY FLASHBACK!!!! UGHHHH!!!! The beginning of the episode was just a HARSH slap in the face with that flashback... I got very emotional when the episode only just STARTED!!! Knowing what we know now, and how our couple currently stands just hurts so much... Their new house all decorated with lights by him, the bit where he feels Eunha kick and is so surprised by what he's feeling, and then holds her tummy and talks to their baby and his awkwardness and unsure of what to do or what to say was so beyond precious... my gosh. But seeing him talk so softly to his unborn baby, about something as simple as just hanging up wallpaper made me just... He's so careful and so gentle, and just... it HURTS. He's learned so much from her. Even though he may not understand it. It's the most precious and yet bittersweet thing. He really IS just doing everything for her. He just wants her to be happy and at peace with her life with him. I truly believe this. Even down to cooking her favorite meals because he knew she'd be craving them. My heart just is just pounding and aching for them.

OKAY the way that Hyunsoo pulled off that he was just helping Kim Moojin with something was pretty smooth, I'll give him that. Especially when he says the "Was this supposed to be a secret meeting?"He's so CAREFUL around his wife in every aspect he can be. Even down to deceiving her. Noona, you're such a sweetie but you just said a bit too much there lol. And I love how Hyunsoo instantly jumps to "Get my wife coffee and put something sweet in it." This man KNOWS his woman, and you can't tell me he doesn't. He probably knows her better than anyone, no matter how much these two deceive each other. They trio is sure being careful as best they can with the detective who's handling this case, aren't they? Carefully deceiving, even Noona is in on the deceptive stuff. Question is, how long can they keep this up?

OMG... the real Heeseong... he's awake. Dear lord, he's a wake. And trying to speak. Saying "Mom" and shedding tears. I feel sorry for him. What exactly did she do to him??? Why is he telling her it's not her fault?? What happened to put him in a coma??? And he REMEMBERS!? He remembers the person (Hyunsoo) he hit!? Do you think he even has a clue about anything or did he get put in a coma the night of the accident???

So is it a good thing or a bad thing that Jiwon can have the sound in the background of the tape analyzed?? Hmmm... And here comes Jiwon's questions that are rather loaded toward Noona. As soon as Jiwon suggests that accomplice could be Hyunsoo, Noona was quick to jump to his defense and stating that he is not the accomplice. She knows her brother. She knows what he would and would not do. Noona knows that Hyunsoo would never be capable of being their father's accomplice to murder.

Jiwon to Haesu: "I feel like the Hyunsoo you know is very different from the one I know."

You know what? He IS, Jiwon. You've taught him love and how to care for others asides from himself. Even though he may not understand his emotions and his feelings, you've taught him love, and you gave him a real family of his own that he protects and wants to keep in tact and safe. He gets so incredibly nervous every time you mention Do Hyunsoo because he so desperately does not want to lose what he has with you. That's why he keeps having anxiety and panic attacks. That's why he keeps clutching at his chest. That's why he struggles to keep his cool when you bring up that name around him. That identity that he does not want. He might have the ability to relate to others as the therapist said, but I've never seen him as the manipulative type of good people, and not for one moment do I believe he's tried to manipulate Jiwon at all.

The therapist that was convinced how he'd behave as an adult is a crock. Trying to make him out to be this truly terrible person before he's even old enough to really make adult decisions for himself? No. Just no. And why is Noona so quick to protect him once more? Saying Hyunsoo did not kill that dog? What does Noona know? Jiwon questions Noona wanting to know who did. She tells Jiwon it's obvious who did that, and the look on Hyunsoo's face screams that he's innocent, that Noona KNOWS. As soon as Jiwon brings up Do Minseok's name, and once again the look on Hyunsoo's face suggests to me that Do Minseok either MADE his son do these horrible things or he made his son watch and then forced his son to say he did these things during therapy. Did he use his own child in that manner in order to appear innocent hence the surprise from everyone that he's a serial killer? My god this poor man...

I REALLY think I'm not far off with the theory that Do Minseok made Hyunsoo do and say that he did terrible things or forced Hyunsoo to watch him do terrible things. I said it last week and I'm saying it again, because now we have Noona saying this too and seemingly confirming it. When Jiwon questions why would Hyunsoo say he did something that Do Minseok did, and you can just feel the trauma radiating off of Hyunsoo right there... was he punished if he didn't? WHAT the hell HAPPENED to this man when he was just a child!? It would seem Noona has no idea why though and why he'd take the blame for the terrible things their father did... or maybe she DOES know but is choosing not to say it so as not to bring up too much past trauma for Hyunsoo.

Haesu in general has so much trauma of her own, so much guilt and so much pent up pain... She WANTS people to know the truth. She wants them all to know that SHE killed the village foreman and NOT her brother, but Hyunsoo dives into protective brother mode to keep his Noona's secret safe once more by dumping a full cup of coffee all over Moojin's laptop (HA HA HA ASS YOU DESERVED IT AFTER ALL YOUR BS) Lmao Moojin wants to be alone with his laptop. *snorts*

Hyunsoo, I have to ask, why are you so caring and gentle with your family but can't even recognize your own emotions? Even to the point of you put your wife's seatbelt on for her because she's too shaken by everything to remember to do it herself? He really didn't like hearing that Jiwon doesn't tell him everything either. You could see he was unsettled by her saying that, but tries to brush it off. He's feeling something is off and has for a bit, but I feel he's in some kind of denial and trying to believe that everything is just fine when clearly it's not.

Hmmm do you think Noona will try and undergo hypnosis? If she does and she remembers who the accomplice was... and then if Hyunsoo doesn't need her anymore, what does she mean by she'll do what she should've done but didn't? Does she mean turn herself in? Does she mean something worse...? I'm actually REALLY afraid for her. I don't know why, I've been feeling this way for a couple of episodes now, but I just have this unsettling feeling that something bad is going to happen to her. I'm not sure what to think about her right now. There are so many questions I have raised about this girl. I hope she doesn't try to do anything... I don't know. She's just so SAD and full of emotional turmoil.

Jiwon is bringing up all kinds of old memories for Hyunsoo constantly talking about this case. He almost hits a group of people walking across the street and then notices that Jiwon isn't wearing her ring. She tells him that she got used to having it off and it's the first flicker you see from him where he looks almost hurt. Like why? She's never taken her ring off before. Why would she remove it now? What's going on? He's so confused and isn't understanding why Jiwon is being so strange, maybe even a bit cold toward him. It's hard watching this... I know what she's doing and it's not what he wants. If only she knew more and understood...

OH LOOK, it's the unfather being a shady piece of shit again. He took care of everything? What exactly does he mean by that? He took care of everything? You mean forcing an innocent man into an identity with the threat of if he didn't take it, he'd be thrown in jail because you'd get fired and lose your position in the hospital so you're salty enough to push that identity on him to keep your position safe? What a piece of garbage excuse for a human being. He was busy? That's why did not answer his phone for his only son? Busy doing WHAT? "That life can be yours too" uhhh??? He BETTER NOT try ANYTHING or do ANYTHING to hurt Hyunsoo and take Jiwon and Eunha away from him and try to give them to his real son... OMG I will RAGE.

Hyunsoo really is the ideal husband. He's truly an amazing caretaker. Raising their daughter while Jiwon works hard, works at his own business and makes enough to care of his family and hold his own, is one hell of a cook and is such an amazing father to his baby girl. He set up all kinds of lights, decorations and everything to celebrate 5 years in their home. Even if he does carry a fake name, this is him. This is who he is. He isn't ANYTHING that the world has painted him into. At all. I just wish with all my heart that Jiwon would know and understand this. I want her to know that he struggles and doesn't understand these feelings. He doesn't know what he feels is love for her and for Eunha. She's more focused on "I never once felt that way" rather than "I don't know what kind of feeling that is."

They way he said this and the way she perceives it are two majorily different things. She thinks he's "manipulated" her with fake love, but he hasn't... He doesn't know the feeling of love because he's never been taught or shown that kind of feeling... I noticed how the scene between Hyunsoo and Noona how soft his voice is when he answers he he doesn't love her, he never felt that way because he does not understand the feeling. However, how Jiwon remembers it, it comes across sharper and much more cold. Jiwon likely remembers it sounding this way because of her heartbreak and her own anger and frustration over him. Like I said, she's more focused on the fact that he said he doesn't love her, rather than focused on the fact that he does not understand the feeling of love, he doesn't know what kind of feeling it is. Jiwon... I hope you learn. I hope you understand and know. He does love you, he just doesn't understand it or acknowledge that this is what it is.

Jiwon is so back and forth that it's rather unsettling at times, but I know she's hurt. I know she's brokenhearted and in pain. I just don't really like the inconsistency in which she's being written at times, but Moon Chaewon sells it beautifully so it's acceptable. Which speaking of Jiwon, she receives the voice recording again after the static is removed and there's a 2nd man's voice. "Would you like an ashtray?" And here we go into another flashback of Hyunsoo's. He and his father at a bar and the bartender offering the father an ashtray and we find out the source of the sound! It's the bartender chipping ice! And a man walks by, pretends to knock his father's coat to the floor and this is how Minseok gives the man, the ACCOMPLICE, his car keys! Sooooo, Hyunsoo HAS seen the accomplice very briefly! He may not have been able to get a good look at his face, but OH SHIT he has seen the accomplice and never realized what he was witnessing at the time! And this gets Hyunsoo enough to the point that he doesn't realize he's standing up now because he's figured something out, and that makes Jiwon eye him warily.

The next scenes BROKE MY HEART okay? Absolutely BROKE MY HEART SO MUCH. The couple stands at the sink washing dishes, Jiwon is drying them and she seems incredibly distant, like she's not all there. She's been this way since dinner, because he even questions her if his cooking and little family celebration isn't pleasing her. Hyunsoo knows something is going on with his wife. He tells her she's been forcing laughter these days, and encourages her to talk to him and tell him what's going on. He wants to know what's wrong. He wants to help her. This is the 2nd time now he's trying to get her to talk to him. She tells him, she must not feel the same about him anymore (MY HEART CLENCHED! NOOOOOO!!!), and he stops completely what he's doing, shuts the sink off and you see that he's shaken by her words. She tries to stay cold with him, acting indifferent, saying they've been together for 14 years and that her feelings can't stay the same for him, and he questions why the abrupt change. But why can't her feelings stay the same?? I've been with my husband for 18 years and my feelings only grew, so that notion from Jiwon is ridiculous.

And Jiwon wants to know if he feels the same about her as he did all those years ago. His eyes searches hers, and I truly truly believe he answered honestly. "Yes, I do." I think he knows that he's ALWAYS felt something for this woman, he just doesn't recognize what those feelings are, but she matters SO MUCH to him. It goes so much deeper than what has been shown. He's always trying his best to keep her happy and keep her pleased. In the best way that he knows how. He goes so over the top for her because nobody ever did this for him, he's really never been taught this so he's learned. He takes it upon himself to do these things for her because she matters deeply to him. You can tell he's saddened and shaken by her coldness.

He tries to brush it off by saying she works too much, she's too stressed, she's always in danger and she never gets enough sleep. She tells him that she's been wondering these days how she'd live if they break up and you see pain flicker in his eyes. You can see that this is hurting him. Whether he realizes it or not, it's hurting him. Jiwon snaps at him telling him not to talk to her as if he knows everything about her. Oh but honey, he does... maybe not as of late, but he knows you like the back of his own hand. Stop projecting. You know a lot more about him too than what you think, you just don't even realize it yet. The harshness of her words, the cruelty and coldness behind them of does there have to be a reason to fall in love and then not being a reason for falling out of love with him. *clutches heart* IT HURTS SO BAD.

And she's crying. Bullshit. You've fallen out of love with him? Bullshit. You can't fool me on this one. You can claim you don't like him anymore, that you don't like anything about him, but that's an outright lie. It's so hard watching her and hearing her say these things to him... and leaving him utterly shellshocked and wanting to know why. The way he delivers that soft "Why?" just hurts so much... This man who's bent over backward for her the entire time they have been together, this man who's done everything for her, and all she can say is she hates seeing him try so hard for her? What the HELL Jiwon??? Okay, I get why you're doing this. You said your last gift to him was they would break up and part ways as Baek Heeseong and Cha Jiwon, but this is NOT WHAT HE WANTS. THIS IS NOT A gift to him! You are HURTING him. I get that you are hurt too, I understand your pain, but how is this making ANYTHING right??? How is trying to hurt him making any of it okay? And you tell him you hate him while crying? Jiwon, stop it. You're not doing him or yourself ANY favors.

His voice is trembling, his breathing is uneven, he's starting to feel something. This is his worst fear. Losing his life. Losing her. He doesn't understand why she's doing this to him. This man can't feel emotions, my ass. Yes, he can and he's sad, hurt and confused, whether he recognizes this or not because he's always done everything for you, Jiwon. Good luck finding someone else to do the things he's done for you and be a husband like him. When he says "I don't understand." It's so painful to watch... because he really doesn't. He's so lost right now, and he needs to understand. Why you're being this way toward him and why you'd suddenly change your feelings. You hate seeing him eat? My god... he's a person. He has to eat. He's stricken by all of this, he is just so desperate to fix it. He'll do anything for you. And you're going to tell me he doesn't love you? Jiwon, focus on his last sentence to Noona. "I don't know what kind of feeling that is." Not the "I never once felt that way." Jiwon, for goodness sake, teach him. Help him. Instead of doing this to him. I'm so tired of watching bad things happen to this man knowing that he's innocent...

"What could be more important than us right now?"

He loves her. He loves her SO MUCH, and he doesn't even realize it. Jiwon is his life! And all she can do is bring up all of Minseok's victims. Okay, woman, for real. You KNOW your husband WAS NOT the accomplice to those murders, so why the hell are you bringing this up to him now and why is this his fault?? All he can do is tell her she did nothing wrong, but Hyunsoo NEITHER DID YOU!!! You did NOTHING WRONG!!! And you knowing nothing about them, I get that this is some kind of metaphor for not knowing anything about Hyunsoo, I get that, but even if you do feel this way about those victims, it's not his fault. She tells him that he can't help her forget all those terrible cases, not anymore and he looks devastated... I mean my heart is physically aching for him at this point...

And what does he do? The first thing he does is go to the only person he can think of, someone he might have once considered a friend, Moojin. He reaches out to him and Noona about his wife falling out of love with him because he's lost... he's confused, he's frustrated and he doesn't understand why or how this could happen. He needs help, he needs advice. What can he do to make it better? All he wants to do is fix it. He is literally reaching out for help in regards to his marriage. This is his life. Nothing else even matters except for Jiwon. He needs to know what to do and how to make it better. He's so desperate to fix it. Moojin chides him for waking him up over his relationship, and all Hyunsoo can say is that he's serious. He feels way more lost than he did after Nam Soongil stabbed him... oh oh my baby... oh honey... my heart is literally BREAKING for you. T_T He's so lost... he's so sad... He even calls Noona for help likely referring to it as an emergency as she comes in to ask what the emergency is... omg. I can't even with this.

Hyunsoo is realizing that he CAN feel things. He may not fully understand nor recognize his emotions and what he's feeling, but he CAN feel. He feels lost. He's hurting because he loves his wife. He needs her. He's so desperate to fix it and make it right. He'll do whatever it takes if it brings her back to him. He's experiencing a broken heart without even realizing that this is what it is. He loves his wife so much that he'll do anything to make it right. Moojin sure can be a cold jerk, but Noona genuinely wants to help her brother because she can see how lost and sad he is. Moojin is also an idiot too when it comes to women. Is he serious right now? I mean, I admit his attempts made me laugh, but c'mon man... You NEVER tell a woman "you have menopause." I'd straight up bitchslap someone if they said that to me.

But Hyunsoo... catch the accomplice? Oh sweetheart... I know you love, Jiwon. I know you need her. I know you don't want to lose her, but the accomplice??? It's not even about finding out who the accomplice is anymore to protect himself... it's about finding the accomplice because it'll make her really happy. Now he's willing to throw himself into serious danger because he believes if he finds the accomplice it'll bring her back to him? Hyunsoo, listen to Noona. She is right. Jiwon is precious to you. You are doing this because Jiwon is precious to you.

And because of Jiwon's harsh and cruel words, you are hurt because those words came from your precious person. Noona speaks words of wisdom. Something that is precious hurts you as time passes by. She's not wrong. Hyunsoo, Jiwon is so precious to you and you are hurting because of that fact. The issue with Jiwon was even more important than telling them you think you know where the sound on the voice recording came from. Because you're hurting. Because that's your wife.

We see him in his car stop from turning the music on, and instead gets his phone and sends his wife a text. "Did you eat something?" Even after her cruelness, he's still concerned for her wellbeing. He scrolls through a series of playful and sweet texts between the two of them, and all he can do is slouch down his seat and close his eyes painfully. This is really affecting him more than he's letting on. It hurts watching him hurt.

Speaking of hurt, I'm REALLY worried about Haesu... she has very obvious depression and mental illness problems as well. It seems she harbors A LOT of guilt. She killed a man, even though it was in self defense, she still killed a man. And the fact that her brother is taking the blame, like he's always taken the blame for EVERYTHING it seems, that has torn her apart as well, she cries all night long, she doesn't come out of her home for days, she keeps her lights off, and has insomnia... like she tells Moojin. She's broken. And she is. She is broken, Hyunsoo is damaged. Someone for the love of all things cheese please get these siblings some real help and therapy. God knows they need it.

OKAY WOW. WOW. The memory of Hyunsoo with his father at the bar... he recognizes the tattoos on the man's arm, and the PEN. He's started to figure out how he's getting closer and closer to his father's accomplice... When the father brings up giving it as a gift for giving him nice, raw material... does he mean people??? Does he mean the victims??? Is this how Do Minseok was able to get his victims to perform these killings with his accomplice??? Some raw materials that are too risky to obtain himself??? OMG this man is TWISTED. His son asks like what, and all he can do is say he'll wonder what kind of face he'll make if he shows him??? Did Hyunsoo EVER see his father's victims?? Did he ever realize how genuinely screwed up his father was? "When the look in your eyes and your skills are more ripe." HERE IS MORE PROOF THAT HE WAS TRYING TO MOLD AND GROOM HIS SON INTO BEING JUST AS SICK AND TWISTED AS HE WAS. I'M DISGUSTED...

Hyunsoo, I love the lengths you're going to for Jiwon's happiness, I really do, but I don't love this... this is too much. You're getting yourself into some serious danger here that you might not be able to get out of... Sure you could fight off just the one man, who is what... considered a third party to your father and the accomplice? I know you're desperate to find out who it is, but I am really really worried for you... these people are dangerous, considering one is a serial killer's accomplice...

Jiwon and her team come up with a clever plan of trying to get a lead on the accomplice by having her pose as Jung Misook looking for a "job." So it's essentially a sting operation. I gotta give her props for being able to pull off like she's just some little girl looking for work. Okay, so they're thinking a third party lured the victims for the accomplice, lured them into a trap and then the accomplice took them to Do Minseok so he could torture and murder them, which they're believing the lurer is this woman? Hmmm... a human trafficking business??? So it's those thugs from last week, is it? I'm worried about In Seo, that little boy from the first episode... That situation is very concerning. If they're running a human trafficking business and are selling people, then that little boy is in serious danger, that is if he hasn't been sold already. Hyunsoo, you are bold, baby... very bold. I know you're desperate to find him, but this is not a good situation nor are these good people to involve yourself with...

Okay, so WHO did the real Heeseong need to meet??? He remembers he was going to meet with some person. Is he involved in any of this mess? And now we have the unfather with that phone and the accomplice's phone number in it once more, why?? How are they connected to this??? I'm still trying to figure it out. I gotta think on these two for a bit.

Hyunsoo, you are in a BAD situation and you have GOT to get out of there these men SHOULD NOT know your real identity! They WILL use it against you!!! Jiwon, you're not in a much better situation AT ALL. I do love the parallel of Hyunsoo and Jiwon both going through open doors into a potentially dangerous situation. Is this older woman insane? Wait don't answer that... Jiwon catches her, cuffs her and the crazy lady is trying to climb out the window while cuffed!? Are you in THAT deep that you're trying to climb and jump balconies while cuffed to get away from the cops? And instead of getting away, she falls... yep. She falls. Jiwon leaves just for a moment to open the door for her team, makes an honest mistake, the crazy lady falls and doctors don't know if she'll make it. And you can tell Jiwon is wrecked by this. She doesn't want anyone to die, naturally. Especially because of her.

Now Hyunsoo is bargaining these men with money!? I KNEW he should not have went in there. He was wreckless and TOO confident. They're threatening him, going to give him to the accomplice rather than give the accomplice to him! And poor Jiwon... she's getting yelled at and berated by her boss. Watching her team defend her though was sweet. I love their dynamic and have since the beginning. And then he starts yelling about the Hwang lady dying? Jiwon is already feeling guilty enough as is, Chief... lay off a bit. She's a human being. Even though she's a cop, she's not perfect. She makes mistakes sometimes too. She steps outside and this is how you KNOW she still loves her husband. Because she remembers all the times when she had a hard day and he was there to cheer her up and make her feel better. She opens her phone to all of his texts she's missed.

"Do you feel better?" "I noticed you didn't eat breakfast." "Is there anything you want?" "Why don't we start exercising together?" "Did you eat something?"

And his last one "Jiwon. I feel so frustrated. I want to talk to you. I can't wait for time to pass by. I want time to pass by... so we can both have the same memories. And eventually, I want to think and feel just like you."

He wants to think like she does, he wants to be able to FEEL in the same manner that she does. He wants to understand. He wants to know how to recognize those feelings, he wants to know how to think like she does. He WANTS to be normal, he WANTS normalcy and he wants his wife to be the one to continue teaching him these things...

And now we're in the flashback again where Jiwon asks Hyunsoo if there's anything he wants from her because she's always receiving from him. Don't tell me for a moment he does not feel anything for this woman, the way he takes her hands in his and says "Don't ever change. You just need to keep loving me like you do right now. All I need is your trust. If you do that for me, I'll live my entire life just for you." Oh my heart... that's why he doesn't want to lose his life he has now, Jiwon. You realize this right??? It's because of YOU.

All she can do is cry and say she misses him. It's okay, Jiwon. I'm crying right along with you because this HURTS.

And now these thugs are beating Hyunsoo up and getting ready to try and drug him!? Oh Hyunsoo... I know you needed some quick thinking here, but telling them you'll be their client too?? Telling them you're just like your father? AND DID I CALL THIS OR WHAT. These disgusting human disgraces are HUMAN TRAFFICKERS!!! They SELL people!! And then Jiwon calls... she wanted to hear his voice, she had a bad day and he was the first person she thought of. She loves her husband so much and when he answers her replies by saying he's busy, at first it seems cold, but then Jiwon recognizes with those amazing detective instincts of hers that he's in a dangerous situation which is why his replies are so short.

Trust him, just like your flashback of him asking you to trust him. He's not in a safe place right now, and she knows. She knows he's not in a good situation, hence her questioning if he needs assistance... and then she tells him he has one hour to come back to her... she wants him to come back her. No. She NEEDS him to come back to her!! She says "I miss you" to him. And you can see by the subtle flicker in Hyunsoo's eyes that he's moved by her words and now all he wants to do is get to her.

I don't think it's over yet for this couple. I think there's hope for them, because they NEED each other. More than anything. Especially now. I'm so shaken by this episode and ready for tomorrow. Ready. Bring it on. Bring on MORE pain. It's coming. I know it's coming.

#flower of evil #lee joon gi #moon chae won #do hyun soo #cha ji won #lee joongi #lee jun ki #lee junki #moon chaewon #do hyunsoo #cha jiwon #kdrama #episode thirteen

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amenomiko · 5 years

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‘Goodbye’ is not The End

Sorry for the late post, Anon. Thank you for the angst request for Nobunaga and thank you for choosing a warlord as it gives me mercy to my writing block QwQ. This will be my first angst for this page, for this series and for this character. Hope you like it *bows*

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Pairing: IkeSen Nobunaga x MC

Rate: Angst (But with secret ending)

Type: One Shot

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...Her vision gets blurry, more and more blurry no matter how hard she squint her eyes, shaking her head to focus on the man in front of her. She tried to reach out her hand, hoping even one finger could touch his.

But to no avail.

Tears after tears brimming on her cheeks, praying to every God in this world that she will reach him. It breaks her heart some more when he smiled painfully back at her, his own tears painted his cheeks. “No... no-..NO!! I don’t want this..! I don’t-..!” She squirmed from the worm hole grip that engulf all around her body; pulling her back to her original time by force. “I DON’T WANT THIS...! NOBUNAGA!!!!!!”

“.....!!!!”

She jolted awake, panting from shortness of breath in her chest. She gulped, rubbing her chest to calm her rapid heartbeat. Soft gasp left her lips as she look herself in the mirror, not too far from her bed. Her face is wet with tears, and it is still pouring down, wetting the collar of her pajama.

“...Again.” She whispered to herself.

It has been a month ever since she got back from her trip at Kyoto. It was supposed to be a trip of where she indulge and spoil herself for getting the job offer of her dreams. Yet... something happened. Something big has happened of where her mind still couldn’t fathom of how and why it happened. One of the days were..

Were,,

She hissed to the pain that emerge within her head. “Why.. why I couldn’t remember..?” Everything is blank whenever she tried to remember, as something had HAPPENED during that trip. The only thing that still in her mind is the panicked and teary look on her parents’ and best friend’s faces when she woke up in a hospital bed. They say she have been missing for three months and her disappearance created ruckus around Kyoto as there’s another man who had been missing at the same time. To make it worse...

“....!!”

She immediately rushed to the toilet bowl and vomit her throat out. She panted, sobbing before vomiting again. “Why..? Why did this happen..?” She curled on the floor, crying again. Everything is so confusing. So evil, so cruel. To her, is it a sin for her to finally be happy? Then destiny decides to hit her like a truck, turning her life upside down. She went missing, she couldn’t remember, she will cry every night and now, she couldn’t share with anyone that she is pregnant.

Still, she found herself calm for this situation. Somehow she is content to this. Is she going crazy..? The pain from not sharing her current problem is enough to gave her overthinking thoughts and people can always shame her for it. Her parents’ face and name could be tainted. What would her best friend think of her? To disappear and appear back, pregnant. Not knowing who’s the father some more.

..She needs help. She needs to find the other man who have been missing just like her.

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Even though she said that..

Where and how should she start it? If only she could return back time. If only..

She sighed as she rub on her stomach. Smiling gently to her growing belly, she realizes how calming this moments are. Her baby is still forming inside her, and she can’t wait to meet the angel. “I just wonder.. who is your father hmm-.. nn-” Another pain came in her head. A flash of a figure with black hair appeared in her mind. The figure had a smile on its face, a very, gentle and loving smile.

“Who is that..?”

She huffed, tears are forming in her eyes again. “I must find that man soon.. they say he went missing longer than my time of disappearance back in Kyoto-..”

It hit her.

‘Kyoto��. “Yes.. Kyoto..!” She quickly pack her things to go to the so-called place. Chances may vary but it won’t hurt to try. As she was about to walk out from her apartment, there’s a bell ring that makes her jump. She blinked. “Who could that be..?” She was sure her parents had went back yesterday, grabbing her phone for any unread messages or calls notifications. “Ah..”

How could she forget that her phone has not been switched on ever since she got back from Kyoto? “I guess I will just..” She charged her phone, turning it on despite the bell still ringing. Resting her phone on the table, she rushed to her door, opening it without checking through the peep hole. “Yes, who is it-”

Her eyes widened to the brown haired man in lab coat and glasses in front of her. ‘I know him’, her mind echoed with her own voice. Before she could respond, he nods. “MC, I’m glad you are safe.” Brushing the voice in her head, she smiled. “Uhm.. who are..” He adjusts his glasses. “I see. It looks like the impact is too strong on you.” She frowned. “Do I know you..? It’s not nice to greet people without introducing themselves you kn-””Looks like the fireball in my lucky charm is still fuming as usual hm?”

The familiar voice gives a loud THUMP! in her chest. It gets louder and louder the moment the man in lab coat gives a small smile before standing to the side, revealing another man behind him. He had a black hair, just like the one that ever come across in her mind this morning. His smug and the way he look at her is so painfully familiar and she find her tears brimming down on her cheeks before she realized it. “Nnnn..!” He catches her to rest her head on his chest, and she slowly close her eyes before hearing his last word of “I’m here.”

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Things happened too fast. Is destiny playing with her again..? Just who is that man..? Who-....

“You are indeed my lucky charm. I will bring you with me to the war because it’s your job to fulfill your charm for me..!”

Stop.. you are so selfish.

“I will not let anyone to touch you. You belong with me.”

Then why didn’t you stop me..?

“I will do anything to make you happy. I love you, MC.”

Then why are you crying..? Why didn’t you reach for my hand..?

“....Nobunaga..” A single tear fall on her pillow as she mumbled in her sleep.

“......” He slowly lean down and kiss on her temple. “Forgive me, fireball. I myself didn’t expect that this is possible.” He whispered and rub away the tears on her face.

Nobunaga had prepared for his heart to break. To let go of her. ‘It’s for the best’, he thought. He reassure himself that it’s for the best but why does it hurt so much? There’s no one out there who could melt the ice in his heart, there’s no more goddess just like MC that will hug and hold him lovingly even though there’s blood dripping all over his armor just like her. He is determined to reach for his goals without her, without tying a knot to anyone, without continuing his indulgence, his descendant. It’s fine to end his bloodline that way. It’s fine.

But then again before he could bring himself to return to where he belong, a firm hand had grabbed her from behind, pulling him into an unknown place. As Nobunaga come to, he had been brought to the future with ninja of Kasugayama, also a friend of MC, a friend of the same timeline, Sarutobi Sasuke.

He had explained to him the next possibility of wormhole to appear again so Nobunaga could return, but the most important thing now is to save MC. The wormhole effect might be severe or none at all; it’s better to be safe than sorry. He is quite aware that future might change if he brings Nobunaga to the future, especially when worm hole might not came again. Still, he could only smirk as a respond, and to Sasuke’s surprise.

“I’m confident and I believe that my alliance will replace me instead.” He smiled confidently.

Sasuke didn’t say anything. As it is indeed, if according to the real history, Hideyoshi Toyotomi and Tokugawa Ieyasu would be the one to fulfill their lord’s wishes. So it won’t be much of a difference if he didn’t return back to the past.

Nobunaga was well aware that the possibility for MC to lose her memories temporarily is quite high. But being the smug daimyo he is, he will make sure that MC will fall in love all over again with him.

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He still wait for MC to wake up.

It has been 3 days she slept. Sasuke had said that her body is drowning in fatigue, especially from the lack of sleep and the swollen eyes from constant crying fits. When Nobunaga asked how he knew all of it, Sasuke just smiled with “I’m not the ninja for Sengoku Era only.” before disappearing and before Nobunaga could ask further.

Nobunaga brushed her hair with his finger, tugging it behind her ears. Patiently waiting and unconsciously glances around her room. Very simple and pretty, just like her. He raise her eyebrows to her phone on the table. Flipping the body to face him, he randomly clicked on the button where it reveals him the lock screen wallpaper. He smirked to the picture; it was her, smiling, and hug him close by holding the side of his cheek. He just couldn’t wait for her to wake up, to see that smile again. Then..

“Nobunaga...?”

He smiled, slowly turning around and chuckled to her surprised face. “...You are crying again.” He started, taking his time to walk towards her, to give her time to blend his features in her eyes. She suddenly shake her head, and give a slight pat on her cheeks. “Am I dreaming..? I’m-..” She shut her eyes, opening it back again to rub her temples. “...Your memories.. no, do you remember me? Have you remembered everything?” Her chin tightened, holding back her upcoming waves of tears. “...Why didn’t you run after me..? Why you choose to let me go..? Why-” She sobbed, “Why do you selfishly thought it was for the best..?”

Nobunaga smiled sadly. “You are still beautiful even when you are about to cry.” “Stop it..!” She cupped her face for a while, and covered her brimming tears with her arm. “You are so mean..! Why do you want to suffer all alone..?” She sniffed, “I won’t be alone as you are, Nobunaga..! At least I won’t..!” Before Nobunaga speak, she cut him. “No..! If you are saying that Sasuke can always accompany me, you are wrong..! I won’t be lonely because-.. because I have your bloodline with me.”

His orbs widened.

She bit her lips, her eyes meeting his as she brush her hand on his to take it and rest it on her belly. Nobunaga look at his hand and to his lover in front of him. “...I have it inside me. I may not feel lonely because I have the fruit of our love, Nobunaga, but.. it may need and may ask where is the father.” Her voice cracked, her hold around his hand tightened when he grit his teeth, tears brim on his own face. He rose and hug her close to his chest, burying his head on her shoulder. “I’m sorry..” he whispered to her ears, kissing her neck. “I love you.. MC.. I love you.” He utter it again and again, as they cried in each other’s arms.

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As Sasuke predicted, wormhole will appear every 3 months.

Nobunaga has decided to go back to the past to inform his warlords and vassals of the current situation. Every journey is risky even though he always brought MC back with him (to avoid any separation), fighting the fate of surviving in a war and the life for both of them. Nobunaga held their marriage back in the past, and when they return back to the future for another 3 months, MC had bring him to introduce to her parents and close friends, and then they held another marriage ceremony in the future.

All of the warlords are present, Sasuke has make the impossible to become possible. They’ve learned the technologies and knowledge of what future could offer before returning back to the past. But during this time, Nobunaga and MC decided to stay before MC’s due date, not risking for giving birth in the past that lacks medicine and doctors. Nobunaga wanted the best for his firstborn, and he enjoys traveling between the eras. History may change, but now he is content with his beloved wife in his arms.

It’s like living in a fairy tale where it is all about happy ending, or happily ever after. Happiness may change. But Nobunaga and MC believed that,

It is a must to enjoy every moments in life and cherish it as much as possible.

...As every Goodbye is not The End of a journey.

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\(^0^)/ Hope you like it!!!

#ikemen sengoku #ikemen sengoku oda nobunaga #ikesen #fanfic

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that book list I promised

//rubs my grubby hands together happily

Boy howdy do I ever have some book recommendations. This would’ve been posted earlier but mobile decided to go fuck itself. Just a heads up, this is gonna be long

I mostly read series because tbh teen fiction is some of the best. It tends to take the most risks with both style and characterization. (Granted, it also tends to fall risk to some of the worst tropes imo like abuse stalker creepy guy is hot cause he loves protag)

Anything Garth Nix has ever written in his whole life. He’s one of my favorite authors and tends to stick to series. Keys to the Kingdom is 7 books and the first is Mister Monday and you read in order of the days of the week. No really. You’ll see why. His Old Kingdom series is 5 books and a short story so far and starts with Sabriel. It’s about necromancers who keep the dead down rather than raise them. Like I have the biggest boner for this series it’s not even funny

Terry Pratchett is my absolute favorite author of all time (besides Shakespeare) and he’s written over 50 books. You don’t have to read them in any particular order but he does follow characters across books sometimes. I recommend starting with Monstrous Regiment, Small Gods, or Going Postal first. If you want to start in chronological order, I think The Colour of Magic was written first

If you’re patient, read the whole Lord of the Rings series from The Hobbit onward. Tolkien sucks his own dick and describes clouds for a whole page cause he’s a world builder kind of writer. I haven’t had a chance to try the series again but I remember enjoying The Hobbit. Just know this is a very tedious option and may result in more boredom

Less boring is The Chronicles of Narnia but there are a few books that are just an absolute bear to get through. I recommend this right after lotr because these stories are a result OF THE SAME DRUG TRIP because Clive Staples Lewis (no really that’s what CS stands for) and Tolkien were college roommates. And because Narnia is a fucking fun place to visit

George RR Martin’s Song of Ice and Fire cause it includes more detail than Game of Thrones and because I’m always a slut for kingdom musical chairs and dragons

Speaking of dragons, The Inheritance Series which is Eragon etc because it’s like lotr for people who can’t stand reading about a cloud for two pages, almost entirely action. Plus, in one of the books, they (Eragon and Saphira) do a couple of really stupid, slightly offensive things to the elves and admit their mistakes which I thought was cool cause it feels like sometimes protagonists don’t apologize in books

Chris D'Lacey also writes these REALLY COOL books about dragons called The Last Dragon Chronicles where these ladies make dragons out of clay and I’m 90% sure The Fire Within is the first book. There are at least 7 and I really need to catch up

Angie Sage writes about a boy named Septimus Heap who’s the 7th son of a 7th son and those books start with Magyk and there are at least 6 maybe 9. They’re fucking awesome and full of magic and adventure and I’m pretty sure he gets a pet dragon somewhere

Suzanne Collins also writes a lot of great stuff but I REALLY like her Gregor the Overlander series. Think Alice in Wonderland with a guy and no drugs and it’s awesome

Anything Rick Riordan has ever written in his life. I love love love the Percy Jackson series and he also wrote Children of the Lamp which is the bomb dot com about djinn children

Douglas Adams has a whole Hitchhiker’s Guide series and The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy is the first and it’s just bonkers and loads of fun. Basically earth gets blown up and the protagonist has to deal with it. An absolute riot

James Rollins writes the Blood Infernal series about vampires and were-beings not just werewolves. The first book is Sanguine and the protagonist’s best friend is a werewolf. The first two books don’t have much to do with each other aside from being in the same universe but book three picks up at the end of book one and ties them both together. I’m pretty sure there’s sex

I’d also recommend anything Edgar Allen Poe or Shakespeare ever wrote. I know that’s more Classical Canon or whatever the fuck but honestly? Delightful. Same sentiment for Stephen King

I can’t remember the names of all the series I’ve read but these I definitely do. So onto individual books!

I, Coriander by Sally Gardener set in 17th century London and has to do with a fairy world if I remember correctly

Fairest by Gail Carson Levine about a really ugly inn keeper’s daughter and it’s kind of a retelling of Snow White (She wrote other stand alones but I haven’t read them. Based off this, though, I’d recommend them)

Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie about a girl who immigrates from Nigeria(?) to the US and it’s just really really good

Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe set in Nigeria(?) right when colonialism happens. The first part is pre-colonialism and then it gets into the beginnings of it and all this happens within the lifespan of one man. Trigger warning though for mentions of abuse, explicit child murder and explicit suicide. Like it’s a good book but it’s gonna be a rough ride if you don’t know what you’re in for

One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez is good, if tedious. It’s a Latin American book so the story is circular and told in spirals. I literally have no other way to describe it. Also don’t ignore the family chart at the very beginning because people get the same names across generations and it’s absolutely hellish. Trigger warning for incest, I think rape, definitely abuse, and a baby gets eaten by ants at the end which is more gross than anything

Black Rain by Kuroi Ame is about the bombing of Hiroshima. I’m pretty sure that’s all the trigger warning you’re going to need

The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven by Sherman Alexie is a collection of short stories about various Native American characters living on a reservation

Black Elk Speaks by John G. Neihardt is about a Blackfoot medicine man who finally talks about his life but it’s less interview and more John interpreting things so this needs to be read a little critically

Lame Deer, Seeker of Visions by Richard Erdoes is a book where a Sioux medicine man talks directly to Erdoes from a Native perspective about various things from sex to politics. Was a joy to read honestly. Very enlightening

Hagakure by Yamamoto Tsunetomo basically entails the way of the bushido or the samurai code more or less. Kind of technical but I enjoyed it

Blood and Chocolate by Annette Curtis Klause is about the werewolf protagonist trying to fit into her pack and figure out how to be a teenager. There’s at least one graphic mention of death (I think). It could also be suicide) so heads up

The Silver Kiss by Annette Curtis Klause is a vampire romance set in the 90′s and has absolutely nothing to do with the other book and was definitely something I loved. The protagonist watches her mother waste away from illness so avoid if that’s not something you can handle. Apparently, there are more stories (which I’d LOVE to read) and I’d recommend them just based off the two I have read

The Spook’s Apprentice by Joseph Delaney was amazing and I’ve just found out it’s a series not just a stand-alone so I know what’s going on my to-read list. It’s about an apprentice to The Spook who puts down evil things that hide in the dark. Kind of spine-tingling so if you don’t do horror, don’t read when it’s dark. It’s not horror-horror but if it’s not your thing, definitely read during the day

A Rose for Emily by William Faulkner is the only thing Faulkner ever wrote I can possibly stand. It’s a short story and the time is out of order but I still liked it

The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman is also a short story and my absolute favorite

Also not a book, but I greatly enjoy the Puritan poet Anne Bradstreet but not everybody does because 1 early American literature and 2 Puritan but that’s something if poetry is up your alley

Black Beauty by Anna Sewell is about the life of a horse set from the horse’s perspective. No seriously. With I statements and everything. I thought it was very interesting. (I was also like 8)

White Fang by Jack London is by wolves. I don’t remember much more than that because of how long ago I read it but it was probably decent since it stuck in my mind

The Whipping Boy by Sid Fleischman is about a prince’s whipping boy which is a thing because you can’t spank a prince directly so you have to punish somebody else. V interesting

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory by Roald Dahl was very enjoyable. I like Roald Dahl anyway but the concept of a chocolate factory was awesome. I also read it before I saw either movie and before the remake

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley is pretty good but skip the epistolary at the beginning and read it after if you want to spare yourself some headache

Dracula by Bram Stoker is a classic and just really fun and I can definitely see why it’s a classic

The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman was really interesting and honestly, I’d read anything that man writes after I read that

The Help by Kathryn Stockett is even better than the movie but there’s abuse mentions in it like even more so than the movie. If you haven’t seen the movie, heads up for graphic depictions of miscarriage, racial violence, and I don’t remember if the one death mentioned is graphic or not but it’s a heavy book

I’d have more but I can’t remember their damned names right now and it’s bugging me. I also have obscure video game recs because I’m one of those indie freaks. They tend to really draw me in

Also, if you like manga, I’ve read like idk how many series but a shitload and the day onemanga shut down was the day my soul died

Anyway, I hope this is fine. It isn’t even the half of what I’ve read. Like I spent almost all of my childhood reading and I enjoyed most of it. I just wish I could remember book names. Their stories are floating around in my head, just not their names. If I remember any more, I’ll probably add to this list

#original post #words #i just recommended at least 500 books probably #maybe more even??? idk #kizamimai #god im so sorry i just love books so much #IF YALL HAVE READ ANY OF THESE HIT MY ASS UP #I AM ALWAYS FUCKIN DOWN TO TALK SOME LITERATURE #its why im an english major tbh

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Mob Psycho 100 Episodes 4-8 as narrated by an 11-year old

So I wish I'd had this idea when I first introduced my lil sis to MP100 because her reactions to anime she loves are fuckin hilarious and she's jumped on the MP100 bandwagon as hard as I have lmao she customized a Littlest Pet Shop toy for me to look like Mob and she's gonna try making Reigen because she knows he's like one of my favourites (she's too pure omg). So we watched episodes 4-7 last night and episode 8 just a little while ago but here're her reactions to what happened in episodes 4-8. My dialogue is marked with an H and hers is indicated with a B.

Episode 4: *Mezato interviewing Ritsu* B: "Are they in Starbucks?" H: "No, they're in MobDonalds" B: "Does Mob know McDonalds is named after him?" H: "I..." *Onigawara appears* B: "He looks like Elvis Presley!" H: "Why?" B: "He has Elvis hair." *Onigawara punching his bald friend* B: "KICK HIS BUTT ELVIS!" H: *laughing* "His name's Onigawara" B: "That sounds like onion. I can't say his name and I can't say onion because it makes me think of Shrek." H: "Yeah, please don't say onion." *the body improvement club comes to save Mob* B: "Mob has good friends." H: "Which friends?" B: "The muscle club guys." H: "Yeah, they're good friends, aren't they?" B: "I wish I had strong muscle-y friends like that to beat up kids who are mean to me at school." H: "Well you have me, text me if you need me." B: "But you're a twig. And you're like a zombie. And the grade threes are taller than you." H: "..." B: "And you're a weeb." H: "I will leave you in the woods for the wolves, I swear to fuck." *teru appears* B: "The blonde guy's cool." H: "What makes you say that?" B: 'He has a cool name. And he's gay." H: "How do you know if he's gay? He was dating a girl before Edano called him." B: "What's that one thing your friend is?" H: "Bisexual?" B: "Yeah. He's that." (omfg she's too great) Episode 5: B: *aggressive headbanging to the intro* *Teru talking shit and knocking Mob around* B: "Why's he being so mean?!" H: "That's just how he is." B: "Maybe he had a sad life so he's taking it out on Mob." H: "Dude you're giving me sad headcanons. Stop." *Teru makes Dimple vanish* B: "HE BETTER NOT HAVE KILLED DIMPLE." H: "..." B: "HE COMES BACK RIGHT?!" H: "I dunno..." *laughing* B: *SCREAMING* H: *hissing whisper* "SHUT UP MOM ISN'T SUPPOSED TO KNOW YOU'RE STILL UP." *Mob getting beat up* B: "STOP HURTING MOB HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!!" *Teru screeching* B: "That's me every day." *Teru's hair buzzed off* B: "He looks like an old man!" *Teru turns his tie into a sword* B: "Now he's a very angry old man." H: *laughing* "Yeah, he is." B: "Kinda like you." H: "You sure like insulting me, don't you?" B: "It's 'cuz you won't tell me if Dimple comes back." H: "Fair enough." *??? appears* B: "Oh no." H: "What?" B: "Is Teru gonna die?" H: "What do you think?" B: "He better not. He's gonna be friends with Mob. Or date him." H: *laughing* "Chill." B: "But you draw them gay." H: "How the fuck-" (she doesn't see me draw so she must've found my DA or something, she won’t tell me) B: *evil laugh* *Teru's clothes get ripped off* B: "He's very very naked." H: "Yup." B: "He deserves it for being so mean to Mob." *100% Sadness* B: "Don't cry, you're a good person." H: "Aw..." B: "He's nicer than you." H: "I mean probably but can you fucking not." *The body improvement club picks Mob up* B: "Yeah, go do squats with your friends. They won't beat you up like Teru did." H: "Well at least Teru feels sorry about it." B: "Yeah. I want to see Teru and Mob be friends." Episode 6: *Reigen reassures Mob* B: "Reigen's so nice to Mob." H: "Yup." B: "He's like Mob's dad." *Shinji appears* B: "He needs to sleep more. He has rings under his eyes." H: "Yeah." B: "He looks like a zombie." H: "Mm-hm." B: "Sorta like you." H: "Do you wanna fuckin die" *Ritsu goes to the Awakening lab* B: "The afro man's gonna kill him." H: "No??" B: "Stranger Danger. Ritsu needs to learn Stranger Danger." H: "Well...you're not wrong I guess?" *Ritsu meets the Awakening Lab kids and has his interior monologue* B: "I like Ritsu. He's salty like me." H: "Well I guess so." *The Shiratori brothers appear* B: "Is that Steve from Minecraft?" H: "Yes." *Shinji's arrival at home* B: "Shinji has a mean family. I feel bad for him." H: "Yeah. Kinda like me." *glance at sister* B: "I'll stop if you tell me if Dimple comes back." H: *heavy sigh* *Shinji and Ritsu frame Onigawara* B: "I don't feel bad for Shinji anymore." H: "Why's that?" B: "He made Ritsu be bad." H: "Yeah..." B: "And (Onigawara) was trying to be a good person." H: "Mm-hm." B: "(Onigawara) needs a hug." *Dimple appears* B: *gasp* *glances rapidly between me and the screen* *bounces up and down on the couch, kicking feet* B: "DIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMPPPLLLLLEEEEE!!!!!!" H: "You happy now?" B: "He's my favourite character!" H: "Figured as much." B: "Can you please draw him for me?" H: "Sure." B: *excited squeak* Episode 7: *shows the different shadow leaders* *gozu appears* B: "I want hair like that." H: "I can make it happen." B: "If you do I'll put orange juice in your fishtank." H: "...your hair's safe." *Ritsu sitting alone in his room with his aura visible* B: "Whoa, his powers look so cool!" H: "Yeah, they're really pretty." B: "So if I get really stressed will I get powers like Ritsu?" H: "I've been stressed for months and nothing's happened so I don't think so." *laugh* B: "Maybe you just suck." H: "Maybe I should beat your ass." *Teru's hair: 150%* B: "HE'S A TREE!!!" At this point, I went upstairs to get a glass of water and to let the dog out, so I left her to watch on her own. I came back around the time that Shinji kept getting beat up. H: *enter room with dog and water* "What happened so far?" B: "Shinji's getting his ass beat." H: "Don't cuss." B: "But it's true." H: "Yeah..." B: "He deserves it." *Ritsu being a shit* B: "Is Dimple possessing him all the time?" H: "No, he's stressed so he's doing bad things." B: "Mob's gonna be sad." *Mob sees Ritsu in the alley* B: *glance excitedly between me and the screen* B: "NEXT EPISODE!!!!" H: *receives text from mother upstairs saying to go to sleep and that 'the kid' had better be in bed as well* H: "You gotta go to bed now." B: *takes my phone* *calls mom* B: *enter lengthy, heated debate over phone between mom and sis about whether or not she can watch the next episode* B: *loses argument, hangs up* H: "So?" B: "We're watching the next one after school tomorrow.”

Episode 8 (next day):

*Teru meets Mob and Tome on the bench* B: "Does Tome like Teru?" H: "No, why do you ask?" B: "I dunno." *Teru takes Mob to the alley* B: "Teru still looks like a tree." H: *laugh* "Yup." *Ritsu yelling at Mob to fight him* B: "Ritsu's being a jerk and needs to stop." H: "I agree." B: "He needs a Snickers.* H: *laugh* *Mob bowing to apologize to the delinquents for Ritsu* B: "Mob has a booty." H: "S T O P." B: "I'm kidding." H: "Thank the Lord." *Koyama on the rooftop talking to Sakurai* B: "I want his pants." H: "...why?" B: "They're really shiny." H: "Aight." *Ritsu gets attacked by Koyama* B: "IS RITSU DEAD?!" H: "No." *laugh* B: "I'd be dead." H: "Yeah, you definitely would." *sees half of Koyama's face (when he threatens the delinquents)* B: "Ew." *Koyama makes the delinquents grovel* B: "I wouldn't bow to him." H: "Really?" B: "Yeah, I'd rather die." H: "Holy shit calm down you’re only eleven." *Mob first attacks Koyama and slams him into the ground* B: "GET REKT SCRUB!!" *First half of the fight (before Mob goes 100%)* B: "The animation's really good, wow!" H: "Holy shit, I know right?" B: "Yeah, Mob's powers are really cool!" *Mob getting beat up* B: "STOP BEATING HIM UP!!" H: "..." B: "RITSU SAVE HIM!!" B: *cringing and hugging stomach whenever Mob gets hit* B: *various "ouch!" and "ooh!" exclamations whenever Mob's hit* *Mob hits 100% animosity* B: "Well his hair looks better now." H: *laugh* "Yeah." B: "He doesn't have a bowl cut anymore." H: "Oh, the bowl cut's still there, kiddo." B: "Oh, ok." *Mob 100% vs Koyama* B: "This is the coolest and most intense fight I've ever seen!" H: "Yeah, it won for best fight of 2016 on Crunchyroll." B: "It deserved to win!" *Dimple appears before going to find Teru* B: "DIMPLE!!!" H: *laugh* B: *SCREECH* *the delinquents cheering Mob on* B: "Those kids looks like adults." H: "Wow, you're right." B: "Are you sure they're middle schoolers?" H: "Yup." *Koyama knocks out Mob* B: "IS MOB DEAD?!" H: "HE'S NOT FUCKIN DEAD WHY IS THAT YOUR FIRST CONCLUSION EVERY TIME A CHARACTER GETS HURT?!" B: "WELL ANIME CHARACTERS DIE ALL THE TIME!" H: "You really shouldn't use Danganronpa and Attack on Titan as reference." *Reigen's aroma runaway express* B: "Reigen is me." H: "Nah, you're more like Ritsu." B: "But he's mean. H: "Not all the time. And you're mean sometimes as well." B: "I'll put juice in your fishtank." H: "Case in point." *Mob wakes up and Teru leans over him* B: "What if Teru's wig fell on Mob?" H: *hard laughter* B: "It would be like a haystack fell on his face." H: *LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY* B: "Shoof." H: *wHEEZE*

So all of this is unaltered from our original conversations and now she changed her phone, ipad and laptop backgrounds to Mob Psycho 100 wallpapers XD DISCLAIMER: We aren't violent towards each other, we just banter and shit lmao it's all in good fun. Also, these are her two favourite songs from the OST (Song 1 | Song 2)

#mob psycho 100 #reaction #this kid gives me life #*cri*#not even twelve and she already knows the good ship #terumob ftw #limbos stuff

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77) M’aidez, M’aidez, May-day. (But, seriously, do you really think she is going to help?)

Unmoored.

That is how Trump and Brexit have made me feel. The old certainties that tied me to a place of relative safety are being wrenched away. It may sound daft and melodramatic but I have a very definite image in my mind. I am on the prow of a small boat tied up to a quay; the wind starts to blow, a storm whips up, and the sky suddenly turns menacingly dark. I hear creaking and banging and the screeching of birds and the deck starts to rock. Then, one by one, the ropes that tie us to the pontoon start to snap under the strain, and, before I know it, it’s too late to get off. We are loose, drifting and lurching towards to the choppy, frothing open sea. And here’s the worse part: I do not have a clue how to sail this boat. Not a fucking clue.

Religious types like to preface announcements of their hopes and plans with ‘Please God’ or ‘God willing’ or ‘Inshallah’. ‘We’re going on holiday to America next year, please God.’ ‘My son will be going to Oxford in September, Inshallah.’ Silly superstition to me, hoping to ward off the evil eye, and being a modern, atheistic, hard-core rationalist, you never hear me say things like that.

Only I haven’t evolved quite as far as I would have liked. I’m still just as prone to a bit of OCDish touching of wood as the next person. So I have my own Godless version of those pointless little mantras, and, in truth it means the same thing. I always say that I am going do such and such, ’All other things being equal’.

But, of course, now, all those other things are not equal.

I went to see ‘Jackie’, the other day, Natalie Portman’s tour de force as the wife of the assassinated President. Almost the first thing you see is a title saying ‘1963’. 54 years ago this year, comfortably more than half a century and, although it shocks and pains me to say it, ah yes, I remember it well.

For my generation it was the dashing, glamorous Kennedys who did so much to give us such an absurdly romantic idea of what America was. A Technicolor wonderland full of skyscrapers, and ludicrous, enormous cars with tailfins inspired by cartoon spaceships, and surfers on beaches full of gorgeous Californian girls, and the wild West and the Rockies and Marilyn and Elvis and Haight Ashbury.

Everything in America seemed bigger and brighter, and I, and most of my generation I think, totally bought into this romantic idea of brand America. By and large, we turned a blind eye to the mad religiosity, and the insane gun toting, and the fact that between the supposed nirvanas of New York and California lay vast tracts of flat, dead boring country full of fat, dead boring people.

Now the romance is over. Every day, several times a day, we are tweeted to a display of mindless vulgarity, of pointless, petty, puerile offensiveness that makes complete fools of those of us who were once in love with the idea of America. How blind we were. America was always like this but we chose not to see.

The will of (a minority of) the people.

Laughably this has all come about in the name of democracy, that noble concept that America claims to be so wedded to.

Democracy? When the winner can be outvoted by more than three million votes.

Democracy? When the least populated state, Wyoming, has an officially recorded population of 582,658 and and has 3 votes in the Electoral College, making 1 vote per 194,219 people, and the most populous, California, has a population of 39,250,017 and 55 votes in the Electoral College making 1 vote per 713,637.

Yep, that’s democracy in the good old US of A*, where, in a Presidential election, the vote of a citizen of Wyoming is worth nearly 4 times as much as that of a citizen of California. (3.67 times to be exact.)

Still there are always the fabled checks and balances to this bullying in a China shop President. (And - so far - in a Mexico shop, an Australia shop, an Iran shop, and a Muslim shop too.)

Surely the Legislature, that is to say, Congress, can reign him in? Except that, of course, both houses of Congress, the House of Representatives and the Senate, are now solidly Republican, supposedly the party of Trump.

The Senate, by the way, is even less democratic than the Electoral College and even more hopelessly skewed in the direction of those who live in the back and beyond. (Aka Trump voters.) Every state gets two senators, so in Wyoming that’s one Senator per 291,329 voters and in California it’s one per 19,625,009. Which means that a vote in a US Senatorial election from a Wyomingite is worth a whopping 67.36 times as much as that of a Californian. ( 68.2% of the Wyoming popular vote went to Trump, you won’t be surprised to learn, whereas in California 61,5% of the popular vote went to Mrs.Clinton.)

And the judiciary?

Can it really be independent when Federal judges - that’s not just Supreme Court justices but also Courts of Appeals judges and District judges - are appointed to their office by the President of the United States? (The Senate has to approve them it’s true, but you know which way that is going to go.)

Yes, the brave chap in Washington is currently sticking two fingers up to Trump over the immigration issue, and apparently this case is going to go all the way to the Supreme Court, but when push comes to shove, don’t we know from experience - the hanging chads experience - that the Supreme Court votes along party political lines?

Americans can blather on about the sanctity and durability of their Constitution as much as they like, but somehow I don’t think it frightens the Orange One one little bit.

(Not that, as I have pointed out before - see blog post 69 - our so-called democracy is any more convincing. Far from it. Even if a Californian’s vote in a Senate election counts for so little, at least they get a vote. Whereas with our equivalent, our Upper House, the House of Lords, we just have to take what the great and good decide we should be given.)

The headmistress will see you now.

Has there ever been anything more nauseating than the sight of Theresa holding Donald’s hand?

But if it turned your stomach, I’ll bet that’s nothing to how it made her feel. Kitten heels notwithstanding, she is the very model of prissy, churchy, English modesty and restraint. Can you imagine anyone who would instinctively repulse her more than the bragging, vainglorious, vulgarian with the silly hair? Give Mrs.May her due: just the act of not actually publicly vomiting was a sacrifice way above and beyond the call of duty.

Of course, having just cut off our nationalist nose to spite our economic face - or was it the other way around - what choice she did have?

Even if our goods sold in the USA under EU rules do, currently, only face an average 2%** tariff, so that the very best deal she could ever get - no tariff at all - would barely make a difference, she is still forced to go grovelling to Trump, in order to be able to pretend that she is doing something other than sticking her head in the sand and praying that Brexit is all just a bad dream.

Mrs.May, being very tall and thin with rather stick-like legs and a beaky nose, and often awkwardly bent slightly forward, does, in fact, look quite ostrich-like, don’t you think? Or ‘struthious’ which, I have just discovered via Google, is the proper word for being ‘of or pertaining to ostriches’. The struthious Mrs. May ….remember you saw it here first.

But actually I prefer another image of her. I see Mrs. May as the headmistress of a private girl’s school facing hard times. (Those of us who have daughters who have been to private girls’ schools will know that she is perfect casting.)

Her secretary rings through to her office on an Intercom that wasn’t even the last word in high tech modernity three headmistresses before.

“Mrs. May, Mr. Trump is here.”

Beat pause, then Mrs.May takes a deliberate deep breath before replying.

“Give me a moment please.”

Mrs.May stands and walks across to the mirror on the wall. She glimpses the wallpaper peeling behind it and the damp patch it reveals. She hopes he won’t notice it but is quite certain he will. She looks in the mirror and pats down her hair. She stares at what she sees and grimaces slightly, shaking her head. Her face says it all.

So this is what it has come to. St. Boadica’s so desperate for money that she has to admit the wild child daughter of this dreadful man, this hideous, lecherous, ghastly buffoon. Worse still, if she is to squeeze out of him a desperately needed donation to the ‘St.Boadicea’s Repair the Roof’ fund she is going to have to shake his sweaty little hand, feign laughter at his terrible off-colour jokes, and try, pathetically, against the all the odds, to appear coquettish when he squeezes her hand just a little too tight. She shudders visibly.

Mrs. May turns back to her desk, opens a little drawer and takes out an old silver hip flask. She tips her head back and takes a good, hard unladylike swig, and then puts the flask back in the drawer. She reaches down to the intercom to press down the ancient Bakelite switch so that she can ask her secretary to show the odious Mr.Trump in. But as she leans down, her eye catches sight of her well-worn blouse. She pauses for a moment, considers, then lifts her finger from the switch and undoes the top button.

’Oh well’, she reasons silently to herself, ‘In for a penny, in for a devalued bloody pound.’

* http://www.vox.com/policy-and-politics/2016/11/7/12315574/electoral-college-explained-presidential-elections-2016

** http://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/politics/uk-us-trade-deal-donald-trump-theresa-may-meeting-benefits-eu-single-market-small-upsides-bank-of-a7546866.html

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