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theheraldsrest · 1 year

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Inq accidentally switching bodies with their LI? Don’t ask how it happens it just ~ does ~

“Inquisitor switching bodies with Romanced!Companions”

Hello again. I will continue to apologize for my absence. I’m slowly and surely getting through the asks, I promise. Let’s do body swap, bois!

-Lord Lex

Cullen

-WTF song playing in his head

-How did this happen? Why? Where’s his body? Everything feels weird. Someone help

-Not that pleased when he finds you trying to act like him to some very confused soldiers

-Even more confused when a very embarrassed Inquisitor pulls away a giggling Cullen

-When explaining to Josey and Leliana, Leliana makes the comment “So that’s why the Inquisitor kept sticking out her chest and walking funny.” Both see this as an inconveniance and he’s just panic

Josephine

-Not so much of a problem if she’s romanced by a femal Inquisitor. Might be more of a problem if male.

-Honestly sees no problem with it other than just explaining to people what had happened. Goes about her business as if nothing is wrong

-She’s had to explain so many times that it’s her and not you and no, she will not be answering any explicit questions

-Listen: If the body swap was because of something you did on purpose, she’s fully gonna get her payback by coming up to you in your body and acting all mushy-gushy

-She takes great care of your body and respects your privacy. However she also thinks it’s very neat to see things from your perspective. Andraste help the poor fool who insults you to her face.

Solas

-Oh the PANIC. He’s abso-fucking-lutely losing his shit over this because, for one, he’s in your body. How is he suppose to hold himself, moreless not make himself seem like a fool?

-Second, if he’s in your body, then that means you’re in his. What if you find out who he truly is? What if, in some way, you find out his connection to the orb? Oh no.

-His worries die down when he finds you just taking a stroll around the hold, happily greeting him, possibly slightly out of touch with the body you’re in. What was he worrying about?

-He follows you around just so you two can explain and work out what’s happening while also making sure nothing goes wrong.

-You almost got away with a few jokes before he stepped in. Especially when he found you talking to Sera about all the things you could do as Solas while also being disgusted. (Ew, magic man body. Get out of there)

Cassandra

-She sits there for a solid hour, not knowing what to do and afraid of making any mistake as you.

-She doesn’t even want to try to get dressed as it would be inappropriate (even though she’s probably seen you naked before) but does so with her eyes closed. Yeaaah, it’s…interesting

-Eventually you find her in your room simply pacing and convince her to leave because there is stuff to do. She is horrified at the thought but also concerned on how you’ll act as her

-Also sticks to you while walking around and realizing people are talking to her when addressing the Inquisitor. The advisors find it very funny, she does not

-Please make corny jokes, it helps her relax and also laugh about it. But not around people. She doesn’t want anyone to hear Cassandra Pentaghast making goofy jokes

The Iron Bull

-Honestly? It takes him a god damn minute to realize. Even if you’re far shorter than him. Goes about his morning up until he’s actually drinking his first ale of the day does he stop and think “Wait…”

-This a great inconvenience but also an oppurtunity. He gets to know you even better and see things from your eyes. Also get’s to explore your-

-But it’s inconvenient since he doesn’t have his size, his strength, his horns. Even if you’re another qunari, it’s still the same. You don’t have his horns. It’s personnal to him

-It’s annoying for him when the dignitaries come to bother him, looking for your input and he simply points them in the direction of his body. If this doesn’t stop, he’s gonna cause a diplomatic problem

-But dear gods above is it so funny watching you try to manage his body, running into doorways, struggling to get around trees, hitting your head off light fixtures. Welcome to his world

(Extra: Chargers lose it over this and mess with you both, including Krem. They’re the main reason a lot of diplomats and nobles keep bothering him. They also keep petting Bull’s body’s pecs. They say it’s for good luck or it’s tradition. It is not.)

Dorian

-When you find your body, it’s chilling in Dorian’s usual spot and looking quite groomed. If that wasn’t a big hint, a simple “Ah, I was wondering where you were at. Having a delightful day?” gave it away

-Dorian see’s this as a big oppurtunity to expand on your closet and to replace your junk books. Also to scare a few people

-Don’t worry, he’s not going to do anything to injure your pride or reputation, but some people do wonder why the Inquisitor suddenly has an air of sass to them

-Does get a little upset that his poor self is being treated to the Inquisitor style, but it’s a little charming. He knows you’re trying and treating his body well.

-Both of you forget that you’re in each others bodies that some people question why it’s Dorian acting all lovey dovey. His reputation will never be healed (he doesn’t mind)

Sera

-Oh no. You’d be panicing. If you’re in Sera’s body then…oh no.

-True enough, you find yourself on one of the tables, declaring “I’m the Inquisitor and I think your hat looks stupid. Burn it!” to one of the nobles. You can very much hear her accent in your voice

-It’s well aware to everyone that you two switched bodies. No one can match Sera’s chaotic energy that well and the supposive “Inquisitor” was doing a grand job

-She has to be confined to your room to stop her from causing anymore problems. Josephine is already dealing with the nobles who have voiced their complaints about being told to “fuck off, ya twits”

-But, oh no, Sera is also mad at you. How dare you try to make her look nice and styled and *gasp* clean?! The audacity!

Blackwall

-This man’s first thought, when he wakes up, is not about the room nor about the bed he’s in. No, it’s “When did I get tits?”

-The next second is just him feeling indecent and perverted. How did this happen? He has no idea, but he’s piling shirt upon shirt on to cover your body.

-Goes looking for you-or him-his body? Which ever, it hurts his brain too much. Finds you hanging out by the barn also trying to figure out what’s going on

-Is one of the only people in this situation (other than Solas) that makes it a top priority to switch back by any means necessary. Doesn’t want you to have to go through what he usually does on a daily basis, with the glares and such

-Goes as far as asking Solas and Vivienne for help. And if that doesn’t work and only as a last resort will he go to Dorian, who will never let Blackwall live this down.

#dai #dragon age inquisition #inquisitor #cullen rutherford #dragon age josephine #josephine montilyet #fenharel #solas #cassandra #cassandra pentaghast #iron bull #the iron bull #dorian pavus #dorian #dai sera #sera #blackwall #thom rainier

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burningdreambanana · 13 days

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My problem with Alicent Hightower on HOTD

I'm team green but I have to admit I have a hard time with show Alicent and I honestly think it's because she's just not a well-written character. I mean I was rewatching HOTD and sometimes she doesn't like her own character, but more a foil to Rhaenyra. It also feels like she's the product of different writers who had different ideas about who she should be and never really agreed.

First of all, I think that Alicent's support for Rhaenyra as heir should have been changed the minute Aegon was born, as he immediately became a dangerous challenge that Rhaenyra would be forced to deal with. The show treats this issue as if it's a 20th succession story about who's going to take daddy's place as CEO or whatever but it's not, for Alicent to be so chill about it and act like Otto is making stuff up without basis is just wrong and anachronistic.

Secondly the reason Alicent turns against Rhaenyra feels weird and contrived to me. Like I can understand her being upset that Rhaenyra semi-lied about her sex life (not even a full lie since Alicent doesn't know she lied about not going to a brothel with Daemon but she did imply she was a virgin which wasn't true) and not wanting to talk to her anymore but to declare war???? And suddenly in ep6 she despises Rhaenyra and thinks she's going to kill her sons. Idk that's kind wild to me that she went there from a semi-lie, but was still ride or die for Rhaenyra after her son was born and Rhaenyra gave her the cold shoulder for years. I know there's been a time skip but it's not an excuse not to explain why a character became the way they are.

Thirdly, Alicent from ep8-9 feels like a completely different character than in ep6-7 and it's not explained by any logical turn of events. At the end of ep7, Alicent had the confirmation that Rhaenyra and Viserys couldn't care less about her children, Rhaenya saw her little brother maimed for life and asked that he be "sharply questioned" (which btw is supposed to be a medieval euphemism for torture), she lets people believed she murdered Laenor to create fear and married Daemon, who despises Otto. In ep8 they show up at court after 6 years of absence, accuse her of poisoning Viserys (when she's the one who stayed to take care of him), and make Viserys drag his dying corpse to the throne room so he could solve issues created by Rhaenyra's own stupid mistakes. Daemon proceeds to murder Vaemond without a warning or a trial for saying the exact same thing that Alicent, Aemond and Aegon have said many times. Logically, Alicent should be terrified and more determined than ever to put Aegon on the throne for her family's safety. But no, Rhaenyra makes a half-assed apology that doesn't even acknowledges Aemond's eye, doesn't involve a genuine gesture towards her brothers to show that she will keep them safe and Alicent is like you know? you're forgiven ! What I am angry about anyway? You'll make a great queen ! Like what happened? And then because the war still has to happen with the stupid misunderstanding that makes Alicent look really delusional and stupid. Also in ep6 and even at the beginning of ep8 she was plotting to put Aegon on the throne so why is she out of the loop at the Green council? It's just sad, no one has respect for the poor lady except maybe her sons and Cole. Anyway I think her character deserved way better. Personnally I would have keep the safety of her children as her motivation but also a more personal act where she realizes she spent her life catering to Viserys and Rhaenyra who walked all over her and gave her nothing in return, and decided to put Aegon on the throne to finally be free and have power through him.

#hotd critical #alicent hightower #hotd alicent #queen alicent #pro team green #anti viserys i targaryen #anti rhaenyra targaryen

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codegeassfacts · 2 years

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50 Questions to Lelouch // Newtype Romance February 2007 // Canon

These are 50 questions asked to Lelouch in the Newtype Romance; While it's not that much interesting, it's still quite fun;

** @rainfall-tumbles already translated those, so please visit and reblog her link !

My observations will be noted as such by **Italic thoughts**

What's your Birthday ? December 5th

Blood Type ? Type A.

**Blood type is very telling about the personnality for japanese people**

Your height is? 178 cm

Favorite color? Violet. Because it is a refined color, and it has the greatest mysterious appeal.

**It was either Violet or black** Hobbies ? I like making things by myself , sort of do it yourself stuff

**handmade stuff actually**

Liberal arts? Sciences? Or are you more the athletic type? What a meaningless question.

What's your best subject? Mathematics. What are your grades like ? I think they're quite high, but I'm not sure/ don't care

Your dream for the future? To destroy Britannia.

Please describe your personality in between two characters and six. Rock. In other words, I don't let small things get to me. Yes I do? Don't be absurd.

**Quarelling with the journalist ?**

Please tell us what your strong and weak points are. I've never really thought about that.

Favorite foods? Creamy food, or tender texture food. Like shrimp, or pudding.

Your least favorite foods? Gooey/gummy foods. Things like natto, or grated yam.

**He seems more focused on texture taste that actual taste** After you wake up, what's the first thing you eat/drink ? Coffee. Morning person? Night person? Night person. I'm like the owl of Minerva. Which do you prefer, baths or showers? I tried using a narrow bathtub for the first time after arriving Japan. As long as it's just once in a while, it's nice enough. **He has a real bathtub at his disposal in Ashford though, does he barely use it ?** When did you first fall in love? (And with whom?) I'd rather keep that to myself. **Incest. It's complicated to describe.** Your greatest failure? When I couldn't protect my mother and sister. How do you vent your frustrations?

I determine the root reason of my frustrations and take care of it. Then there's nothing to vent anymore.

Who would you say is your personal hero? My mother. **Obviously this interview happened before R2** Indoor type? Outdoor type? I won't bother thinking about that, as I can't imagine the interest of this categorization. What's in your wallet?

There is no cash. I use credit card.

Special skill?

I suppose you can say I'm clever with my hands.

How do you go to school?

I live on campus.

When have you been glad to be a man? I've never imagined what it would be like to be a woman. **impressive given he had to cross dress quite a few times** What do you most want to eat right now?

Curry Udon. This food surpasses cultural barriers.

Describe your ideal family situation.

In traditional Japanese architecture, there's this concept of a central pillar. A single pillar that supports the entire house. I think the head of a household should be like that. **This is so Lelouch like, it's the very fondation of how he acts with the one he loves, he had to endure everything.*

Favorite season?

Winter. Because it helps me keep focus. I don't really like summer, it brings back unpleasant memories.

Do you get up easily in the morning, or is it a struggle? I kind of struggle. I have low blood pressure, after all. How many hours of sleep do you get on average? Approximately three ? But, with some naps throughout the day, it might be more like six hours. Your last dream? I dreamt a meteorite landed on and crushed me. I blame C.C.'s atrocious sleeping posture.

**He never actually accepted to sleep on the floor right ? I can totally see C.C. kicks him in the guts while dreaming**

How much time does it take you to get ready in the morning? I've never paid attention. Do you have anyone you admire? Arthur. Please tell us how you spend your holidays. Holiday? this concept is unknown to me (He never takes holiday)

Western food or Japanese food? What is western food ? Oh, a generic term? Then, western, I guess, I like Italian. **I never would have imagined Lelouch craving italian food, I hope it's not again because of pizza hut, this is not italian food** If you could be born again, what would you like to be? Arthur.

What have you been really into lately? Creating an organization, I suppose. Your favorite animal? Cats. They're lithe and beautiful. Like a waltz. Even if Arthur is more like a pop song.

Of the necessities of life (clothing, food, shelter), which is the most important? Shelter. It's a person's base of operations, as well as their place of refuge; It is fundamental to any country.

**Ahh Lelouch...** Sorry to spring this on you, but what is love? Something given unconditionally. **Something he indeed gave unconditionnally at the end of the anime ** Please take a guess at what you'll be like 30 years from now. I'd like you to pray for me that my hair won't become anything like that man's… *....*

If you could travel through time, when would you go back?

I guess, if I would still remember what I actually know, I'd be able to prevent all of it from happening…

Favorite book? (Or what magazines do you read frequently?) Lord of the Rings, The prince of Machiavel, Hamlet… **Of course they had to mention the prince, but the lords of rings ? One might wonder who were his favorite characters and what he loved about this story** Your preferred type of woman? A soft person. You know what I mean ?

*Fuwa fuwa na ito >> As a toughtful blogger reminded me, Lelouch said person, not woman ;) ; Fuwa fuwa with the "you know what I mean ?" can actually means something more ecchi than soft girls, so it's either soft (sweet girls) or soft (ecchi sense) girls, or both (or boys, no gender preference over here). Lelouch could have been more hormonal than we knew**

Is it better to devote yourself, or to have someone else devote themselves to you? I find it more fulfilling to want than to be wanted.

**Why not both Lelouch ?**

Did you receive any Valentine's Day chocolate? How much?

I will not answer that. …"probably none ?" I got some! Not as many as Nunnally, though, for whatever reason.

**Now that is surprising, wasn't the whole school head over heel in love with him ?**

What would you do with a million yen? (Like if you won the lottery?) I'd invest them and make ten times the ammount. What type of person is Suzaku? Softhearted to the point of turning stupid We've already reached the forty-ninth question. Are you getting tired? I've been tired since question 5.

What do you want for Christmas? A sewing machine. I plan to update my cloak and mask.

#codegeass #code geass #original code geass #official material #lelouch of the rebellion #lelouch lamperouge #lelouch vi britannia #suzaku kururugi #コードギアス #newtype magazine #questions

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tenrose · 5 months

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I have one complaint though. The moment Donna was announced to be back for the specials, it was kinda obvious that her storyline was gonna be touched. And the only two solutions was that she was either gonna die or fixed. Now, I am extremely happy that RTD hasn't killed off. I don't know what I'd be doing right now.

But

You may or may not know but I'm a fervent supporter of "Once a tragic thing happened you cannot fix it", like for example it annoys me so much when stories keeps bringing back characters from the dead (UNLESS they come back extremely wrong and it makes things worse). So I don't think she needed to be fixed, I mean even if it breaks my heart, if her story ending is the one that is the most painful to me, I didn't her to be fixed. And you know, when you read or watch a story, I do wish it could get better for the characters. We want them to be better. Except we don't, well I don't know. I mean I want it in theory but I don't want it in reality. That's why we have fanfictions and our imagination. Some things, for me, are better left untouched. Even if it hurts. Honestly that's what annoys me so much today with fandom, is that when we say online "we want this"' that does not mean we should get it. It is, imo, so much better imagining it than to have it forced upon us (that's why I can't stand any disney franchise anymore tbh). And also, you know, sad stories are here for a reason. And personnally I crave to have my heart ripped apart. I can't yell how much I hate this writer for breaking my heart, what I really mean is I suffer but I love it.

Now, that being said, I just love Donna so much and I can't even be mad. And I mean after all, it's Doctor Who. This show is just a running gag of writer B completely undo what writer A previously did. Remember the 50th anniversary episode? Also this time it's literally RTD undoing RTD's stuff so I guess it doesn't even count lmao.

So anyway, that's my only criticism, yes it's long but don't worry I'm not mad and right now I am so happy. Have so many thoughts running through my mind.

We've got David Tennant x Catherine Tate shenanigans, what a time to be alive!!!! ♥

#dw #dw spoilers

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yandere-romanticaa · 1 year

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Sorry if I bother, but I have a little question: Isn't hard hold a blog and be active while being a college student ?

It's a bit of a childish problem, but I'm thinking for many month of starting to write on a blog. But the lack of time and the fear of adding a stress kinda block me.

Feel free to ignore that message if the question seems a bit too personnal to answer. Have a good day !

I think the only time that having a blog would become a nuisance is when you hit writers block or its exam season.

For me personally it's never a nuisance because I just have so many ideas that swim in my head 25/8 and if I don't have an outlet to get them all out I might just explode or flat out die - it's only an added bonus that people just so happen to like the stuff that I put out! ♥️ Something I've also seen is how writers pressure themselves to write as much as possible, to do all of the requests they have in their inbox no matter how many there are.

Don't do that.

Take your time, write what you want, be lenient with yourself. If a request just doesn't float your boat or god forbid someone broke some of your rules, just delete it. It still shocks me how people online are scared of being perceived as "rude" if they don't do everything their followers ask of them. Low key off topic but I'm frustrated how on TikTok people complain of their favorite writers leaving but they do it in the most childish and annoying way imaginable, as if said writer isn't a human being who has other duties and responsibilities to take care of in the real world. I get it, it's sad when a fic is left unfinished but the author's wellbeing is honestly the most important thing. 🤷‍♀️

There's also the fear of not getting any followers which I understand, it sucks when you pour hard work into something only for it to go completely unnoticed. Personally I'd say that the best way to get traction is to try posting consistently, be it little drabbles or something like that. I'd say I'm kind of ~consistent~ but if you just don't have enough time to post something regularly then that's fine too! Cliche advice but go nuts, write what you want and take care of yourself!

#anon asks #girlie says

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goyaagogo · 2 years

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I’ll Be Seeing You (George Luz x OFC)

Hiii this is very long overdue because I was working annnddd got covid and was stuck in Paris, weeeee.

But anywho, here is chapter 5 and 6. There is finally smut in here (chapter 6), so be warned if you dont like that stuff.

Here are the previous chapters if you missed them!

Part 1

Part 2

Chapter 5

Simone had walked home from CP alone that night, the gunfight having intensified and drawn nearer, making her afraid to stay, though she desperately wanted to-- to wait to hear word about Dick's men... about George.

The next day had dragged on, a day that seemingly would never end. She spent the day in bed under the covers, trying to give her weary eyes a rest, but whenever she closed her eyes, all she could see was the flashes of gunfire against the backdrop of Bois Jacques and she would be overwhelmed with a feeling of remorse. She wondered if she had just run faster, maybe the soldiers would have had a chance to ready themselves, even if it was just a minute. She knew there was no use in wallowing, things had gone wrong before, messages delivered too late, hand-offs missed-- it was just the business of resistance work, and Simone knew it well, but this time it felt different-- and she knew it was because of George.

She felt frustrated with herself-- this feeling was why she kept herself at a distance from those she worked with.As long as the day felt, she also dreaded the night. Would anyone be coming? Would it be Malarkey, or George? She felt entirely burnt out by nighttime, both delirious and numb from the lack of sleep and lack of food too-- she couldn't find the strength to make even the most meager of meals. The cold had finally driven her to the kitchen, warming herself by the fire, watching the flames dance and crackle in the hearth. There was a knock at the door, and immediately she wanted to cry. She didn't want to answer the door, she could think of little worse than answering it, finding out what happened-- if George was dead or alive. There was another knock, this one sounding harder and more deliberate. She pulled herself out of the chair, trying to blink away her tears as she walked to the door. There on her doorstep, was someone she didn't know but recognized as the third man in Dick's tent from last night.

"Who are you?" Simone asked, not caring that she was being rude.

If he was taken aback by her bluntness, he didn't show it.

"I'm Ron Speirs."

She stepped aside, letting him by. She felt a rising tide of despair-- sure that this meant both Malarkey and George were dead. What else would be the reason another soldier would come? She grabbed the decanter of brandy and a single glass and sat down at the table, as Speirs stood near the sink watching her intently.Simone poured a glass and downed it quickly as tears began to fall.

"How many?" she asked after a moment, having let the brandy numb her further.

"How many what?"

"How many men are dead from the attack last night?" she croaked, the words tasting vile and sour in her mouth.

"None." Speirs answered and then asked, "may I sit? Or do Luz and Malarkey usually stand all night?"

Simone nodded at the chair across from her and Ron took a seat. None? Had she heard him right?

"None? No one died?" she asked as he settled back in the chair.

He took her glass and poured himself some brandy, taking it back in one swig before pushing it back to her.

"Pas une seule personne." he answered in impeccable French, "but there were a few injured."

"Malarkey... and George, are they okay?"

Ron nodded, "not a scratch."

At once she felt like laughing and crying. They were okay and no one had died-- she could hardly believe it.

"Why aren't they here then? It's always been either of them."

Ron took the cigarette from behind his ear and lit it, taking a deep draw."Thought I'd give them a break for the night."

She nodded, feeling a foolish sadness-- did George not want to see her? Wouldn't he have insisted on coming, despite Speirs' offer? She scolded herself for such petty worries and poured herself some more brandy. Simone could feel Ron watching her as she took a sip and turned towards the fire.

"Can you stop looking at me like that?"

He smiled mischievously at her, not breaking his eye contact, “like what?"

"Like... that..." she knew she sounded ridiculous, but she couldn't fully describe the way he looked at her-- with those piercing eyes that almost seemed to be undressing her.

Simone wasn't a vain woman, but she knew when someone was keen on her.

He looked down, still smiling to himself and took another drag off his cigarette. Simone felt herself in a foul mood suddenly, feeling cross that George hadn't come, and that Speirs was looking at her in a way that made her feel funny.

"I'm going to bed..." she declared coldly before pushing out her chair.

She stood up, but felt herself go wobbly with fatigue, hunger and probably a little drunkenness too. She sat back down immediately and Speirs sat up, concerned with the state of her.

“Are you alright?"

Simone nodded and put her head in her hands, "I think I'm just tired..."

"What did you eat today?"

She was silent for a moment before answering, "rien."

"Nothing? You've had nothing to eat today?" Speirs had raised his voice and Simone suddenly felt like she was in trouble.

She shook her head in response, not daring to meet his eye. He sighed and stood up, flicking his cigarette butt into the fire.

He started rummaging through her cupboards. Simone watched him as he cut a couple pieces of bread, popped open a jar of raspberry preserves and spread a thick layer on one piece. He stopped and looked around the cupboards again before turning back to Simone.

"Do you have peanut butter?"

"What?" Simone asked.

"Nevermind..." he mumbled, turning back to the counter. He returned to the table and placed the plate in front of her.

"Eat." he said as he sat back down.

Simone took a bite of the sandwich, which was really just stale bread with jam.

"It would be better with peanut butter." he remarked as he watched her take another bite.

"What's that?"

"You crush up peanuts and it becomes this spread."

"That doesn't sound good..." she said after swallowing another bite.

Speirs shrugged, "it's alright. Probably better than just jam on bread."

"Thank you..." Simone's heart softened slightly towards Speirs as she realized that this had been the first time in years, literal years-- that someone had taken care of her.

"De rien." he answered with a small smile.

"I guess I'll go to bed now. If I can stand up." Simone said as she pushed her chair out and stood up, just wobbling slightly.

Speirs stood up too, "I'll walk you up."

"No, no I'll be okay. "

"The last thing I need is for you to fall. Winters will kill me if you get hurt."

She relented and let him follow her upstairs, his hand on her back the entire way.

They came to her room and she opened the door before turning to face him again. Speirs was quiet for a moment, and Simone could tell he was trying to find the words for what he wanted to say, but in the end he gave her a simple "Goodnight.”

"Goodnight.” Simone returned before shutting the door behind her, listening to his footsteps back down the stairs.

Chapter 6

Simone slept late the next morning, feeling that her body could finally rest knowing that no one had been killed the night of the attack, and that George was safe.

As the day wore on, she began to feel anxious about the impending evening, hoping with all her heart that George would come. When night fell and she heard the knock, her heart raced as she went to answer it.

There on her doorstep was George, his goofy smile lighting up when he saw her. It took all her strength to not hug him.

"It's you!" Simone exclaimed as she let him in.

"It's me, George Luz, flesh and blood!" he said as he walked into the kitchen and took a seat at the table.

"Brandy?" she asked, grabbing the decanter from the counter.

"Oh yes please!"

She grabbed two glasses and sat across from him. She couldn't contain her smile as she watched him take a sip.

"You survived Speirs last night, huh?" he asked, sitting back in his chair.

"Was there a chance I wouldn't?" she asked with a laugh.

"He's a brutal, brutal soldier, though I suppose he would be on his best behavior for you."

"He was very nice to me, even made me a sandwich"

"Speirs cooked for you?" George exclaimed in disbelief.

"I wouldn't say he cooked-- he just put jam on bread."

"Geesh, didn't think he could handle a butterknife." George joked.

Simone laughed and felt a genuine sense of elation at the present moment. She had agonized over George, whether he was alive or dead after the attack, and to see him in person, to hear his wise cracks-- it was almost overwhelming.

She took a sip of brandy, and suddenly felt tears come to her eyes. She tried her best to blink them away, and looked towards the fire.

"You alright, Simone?" George asked, sitting up, and scooching his chair forward towards her.

She tried to smile and wipe away her tears as she turned to him. His face shadowed with concern as he looked at her.

"Yes, yes-- I'm fine, I'm just being silly..." she tried to assure him, but he still looked worried.

"Being silly about what?" he asked.

Simone sniffed and turned to face him, "I just... I was just so afraid that you were hurt that night...""

When? Oh, that ambush the other night... nah, that was nothing, we were fine."

"George, I was there... it wasn't nothing. I heard the bombs and the gunfire."

He looked confused just then, "you were there?"

"I had gone with Malarkey to CP... one of my runners came here just before the attack and told me about it."

George looked sheepish, "well okay, so it wasn't nothing... but no one was killed, so it was alright in the end."

Simone was in awe of George's ability to see the good in terrible situations.

"I thought that something had happened to you when I saw Speirs last night. I was so afraid you were dead."

Just speaking her fear out loud was enough for her to feel more tears coming on.

George reached across the table and swiped a falling tear from her cheek, "I'm alright, Simone, please don't cry."

"I'm sorry, I'm being such a baby."George came over and sat in the chair next to her, pulling her into his chest.

She cried in his arms, comforted by his warmth. “I’m just so happy you’re okay… I couldn’t sleep that night, I was so afraid you were hurt, or worse…”

“Aww.. are you sweet on me?” George teased before placing a gentle kiss on her head as he hugged her closer.

Simone laughed at the expression and sat up straight to look at him, the tears still streaking her face. She touched his cheek, smooth from a recent shave, and leaned in to kiss him. Her kiss was hungry and desperate but she didn’t care.

Simone was done thinking—for now at least— done worrying what her involvement with him meant and the potential consequences. All she cared about was his lips and their softness, and how they felt as they moved slowly from her lips, to her jawline and then down her neck.

She stood up and grasped George’s hand and pulled him up from his chair. He followed her up the stairs and into her bedroom, where she closed the blackout curtains and lit a couple candles on her dresser.

She felt George come up behind her, placing his hands on her waist and tracing the curve of her neck with gentle kisses while he unbuttoned the front of her dress slowly, expertly, and she let it fall to the floor. She turned around to face him and they kissed passionately, her fingers working quickly at the buttons of his shirt.

George slipped his shirt off and she pulled his white cotton undershirt loose and up over his head, revealing his smooth chest.

Simone then walked over to a bedpost and leaned against it as she took off her stockings one by one, watching George kick off his loosely laced boots.

As George approached she saw a look of soft but smoldering desire in his eyes. Something about this felt different to Simone, more natural and less awkward than it had with other lovers. There was no pretense, no thoughts of the future, it was just this moment between the two of them.

He stood looking at her for a long moment, taking in the sight of her and Simone was surprised at how relaxed she felt under his gaze. He looked at her like she was the most perfect being on God’s green earth.

George stepped closer and grasped the hem of her satin slip, pulling it up and over her head, Simone putting up her arms in compliance, and then reached behind her back and undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor. She pulled him in, placing tender kisses along his collar bone as she unbuttoned his pants and let them pool at his feet.

George inhaled sharply as Simone slid her hand into his boxers and gently grasped his hardening cock. She continued kissing his neck and chest as she stroked his length slowly, eliciting quiet moans from him.

“Lay down…” George breathed, his voice now raspy and deep.Simone turned from him to the bed, pulled back the sheets and laid down, her heart beating wildly as she watched him approach with his cock stiff against the white cotton of his boxers.

He climbed on top of her, and placed a gentle kiss on her lips, before placing more kisses down her neck to her breasts. He traced his tongue around the slope of her breasts to her nipples, sucking and nipping at each one, causing Simone to arch her back into him.

George sat up on his knees and looped his fingers around her panties and pulled them down. Simone expected him to come back up, to kiss her, which she desperately wanted— she wanted to taste his lips, to feel his hot tongue on hers, but instead he settled himself down with his head between her legs.

Simone sat up on her elbows and looked down at him, puzzled by his move. George held her gaze as he nipped at her inner thigh, making her jerk slightly at the unexpected feeling, and then placed a gentle kiss on her cunt, before slipping his tongue between her lips and up to her clit.

Simone moaned and lolled her head back, her elbows giving out beneath her. She had had sex like this before, but somehow didn’t expect it from an American, but she was far from complaining.

He continued licking and sucking her clit and folds and her breathing became ragged as the orgasm built to its crescendo.

“Putain…” she breathed, grabbing at his hair and bucking her hips towards his mouth.Simone cried out, her body electric from the orgasm pulsing through her.

She lay still for a moment trying to catch her breath, still seeing stars. She could feel George come up and she grabbed his face and pulled him in for a kiss, tasting herself on his lips.

She felt desire build again as she felt his hard cock press against her, and she couldn’t wait to feel him inside her, except—

“George.. I- I haven’t had sex in a long time…I’m afraid it will hurt.”

He suddenly looked concerned, and rolled over to the side of her, propping himself up on his elbow.

“We don’t have to do anything more, Simone, if you’re not ready.”

“No, no it’s not that, George. I’m just afraid it will hurt… and that I won’t be much good anymore. I haven’t been with someone since ‘41.”

He shrugged, “it’s been since ‘43 for me… so we both might be rusty.. but hey, we’ll figure it out.”

They both shared a quiet laugh, and she pulled him in again, their kisses growing in intensity until he had pulled his boxers down and settled on top of her.

He ran his cock along her folds, gathering her wetness on the tip before sliding into her with ease. They both moaned and George stayed still for a moment, both of them getting their bearings.

Simone felt herself stretch with his cock with only the slightest bit of pain before the overwhelming pleasure, as he slowly began fucking her.

“You’re so tight.. so fucking tight.” George breathed just as Simone wrapped her legs are his back, pulling him in deeper.

She couldn’t remember sex ever feeling this good before. He varied his paces, going from slow and deep to fast and hard, pushing her legs up to get a better angle.

George began to tense, his thrusts becoming more erratic, “I’m gonna cum, fuck…”

“Cum for me, George...” Simone whispered in his ear, just before he pulled out of her, spilling his load onto her stomach with a final moan.

He rolled over next to her, both of their chests heaving up and down, trying to catch their breaths.

“Christ, Simone..” George exclaimed, pushing his hair, damp with sweat, out of his face.

“Putain…” was all Simone could say, her body still feeling aftershocks of pleasure.

She felt George get off the bed and walk over to his pants, riffling through his pocket till he found a handkerchief. He sat back down on the bed next to Simone and gently wiped his mess from her stomach. Simone watched his face, so soft but focused on cleaning her up right. It was a tender moment, and suddenly Simone felt a lump in her throat— she was falling for him.

#band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #george luz #george luz x ofc #george luz imagine #george luz fanfic #ron speirs #Ron Speirs imagine #dick winters #joe liebgott #donald malarkey

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a-room-of-my-own · 2 years

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That post about TV show dialogues nowadays is sooo true ! Too many TV shows these days have these weird, forced dialogues that are supposed to be these empowering, good representation things and/or subtle commentaries on society and subtle morals or whatever; but it's anything but subtle and it feels like i'm being forcefed stuff like a baby as if I'm incapable of distinguishing between good and bad and nuances in between on my own, as if I'm incapable of critical thought, as if I'm dumb basically and I hate that so fucking much ! Now, of course, this is only happening because a lot of TV shows now care more about appearing woke than telling a good and entertaining story 🙃 A shift that happened because people themselves now care more about the woke points in TV show and how watching that show will make them appear woke than a good entertaining story. I mean look at all these people who when recommending a show are like : it has this, this, this and this and it's always all about them cooking brownie woke points and i'm like "That's cool and all but what about the story ? What about the characters' personnalities ? Do they even have one or are they just here to be x ? What about the dynamics between the characters ?". This is so frustrating at times. I just want to have a good time ffs !

Yep and no one speaks like this in real life. It reminds me a bit of the Truman Show, with adds being replaced by woke talking points. I want to watch a good show not an infomercial.

#btw this is how a good parishioner behaves #can you spot the sinner?#it's so preachy #urgh

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d-lissa · 2 years

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"weird asks that say a lot" -> 48, 61, 66, 87, 88

48 : If you were a fruit, what kind would you be ?

A berry. Just because. Maybe a banana ? I do love bananas' taste. Except that I'm much bitter than one. Hmm. A watermelon maybe ? The deeper you dig, the sweeter I get, but you'll have to go through one thick layer of coldness and then another of bitter coldness before reaching it. Sounds close enough.

61 : Favourite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc ... ?

... Oh boy. So many, I can't recall them all. Erm.

OK, here's a top 3, in no order, just the top of my head :

- 1) "I am not strange, weird, off, nor crazy, my reality is just different from yours"

Nooo idea where I got that from, I just read it somewhere and I already had something like that as a motto of life, so having a quote putting it better than my own felt good and it stuck.

- 2) "No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world."

John Keating, Dead Poets Society.

- 3) "Because you’re like a story that hasn’t happened yet. Because I want to see what you will do. I want to be part of the unfolding of the tale."

Holly Black, The Cruel Prince (The Folk of the Air, #1)

66 : Favourite flower ?

Red Spider Lilies. So fucking gorgeous, I can't. And so many meanings to chose from ! My favourite is death, 'cause I'm morbid that way.

87 : Your greatest fear ?

Does "whatever's in the ocean" counts ? 'Cause BOY, am I terrified of it. Kind of why I went with the setting in that story you read, what better way to instill fear and uneasiness in your readers than by writing something that makes you feel this way, you know ? Feels more personnal.

88 : Your greatest wish ?

We're talking realistic or not ? No because, realistic, it'd be to have a decent job that won't keep me from reading and stuff. Unrealistically, wake up one day with a new found sense of purpose and actual energy to try all I've wanted to try, ie, make songs, write my book, become an actress, study criminology as well as law and possibly get my science back, god knows my brain forgot how to science, and all the stuff like that. And even MORE unrealistic, get whisked away to a fantasy land where I won't have to think of the real world for a while, and ultimate unrealistic wish, learn what the One Piece is.

Daaamn, that was a long one. Sorry 😅

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confession

I think i’m in love with you, K, you are such an amazing person, open-minded, nice, smart, humble but confident, and there is this very mysterious part of you that makes me want to explore your mind, take you on hour-long chats, listen to you describe the way you see the world and how you interact with it and your experiences. But with this mysterious side comes the greatest danger for my feelings: i can’t read you! I feel like i know you and i feel like you’re unfathomable at the same time! I feel like i know you because your behavior has been consistent in some ways, and because i think i know where your reactions come from, i understand them, and you’re very vocal about the things that matter to you and these things say a lot about who you are / how you feel. But i feel like i don’t know you because you remain reaction-less even facing things that should get a reaction from many humans, and i don’t know if it’s because you don’t care about these things, or you do but you’re good at hiding stuff... I don’t know, that’s my point, all i know is that you haven’t completely opened up with me yet, but at the same time you did open up to me about very personal things, and many of them unprompted! Do you just happen to have a very unique take on what you share and what you keep secret? I don’t know, i’d love to know, so so much! not to judge you, i would never judge you, you once said sorry for making me feel uncomfortable, but that was not my point, i didn’t want to change who you are, i just wanted to know how to interpret it.

It’s so hard, because i really feel like our personalities match in some way, that we would be amazing friends or lovers, whatever the chemistry is between us, but i can’t decide if you want to give us a chance!? Sometimes you don’t answer, often you answer immediately and when you do your answers are in-between, between long, detailed and personnal answer, and terse like “ok thanks”... Usually your answer could have been much shorter and more detached, so you took a bit of time and energy to write more than the strict minimum but they are also not complete enough and engaging and answering back feels forced. I don’t know what to do: do you just not care but then do you like that i’m writing to you and trying to engage or am i bothering you / is it weird? do you just need time to open up or do you need me to leave you alone because i’m of no interest to you at all? I’m so lost and i don’t know what to do with my feelings: if i was 100% sure that you really want nothing to do with me, they would be inappropriate and soon no longer existent, but what if there was potential and this was just the way you interact? I would be ok with that and my feelings could be a good thing right?

(P, 27)

#wlw #wlw crush #wlw feeling #useless lesbian #thinking too much #love #lgbtqia+#lesbian #sapphic #sapphic confession #confession #confused #lost #feelings #queer #gay

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madeofcc · 1 year

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JANUARY 2023 UPDATE

Hello everyone and happy new year to all of you ♥

As a new year is starting I wanted to let you know a bit more about all the things I’ve planned for this year and also how my life could affect those plans. Feel free to read or skip this. But remember ...

Thanks a lot for being here and take very good care of you ♥

Blog update : As a new year is coming, I might change my theme but this is not my priority. You can see it above, those 3 stories are my main goal for this year ! As Another Side started last year, I really want to give you the entire story. The end of 2022 was quiet hard and I couldn’t work on it as much as I wanted to and you’re still here waiting for the next parts so I also feel like I have to end this story properly. This should take the first months (I think at least until february/march for sure) as the first part of the story is still not done and I’ve planned 4 parts for this ghost story. Are you enjoying it so far ? What do you think might happen ? Do you already have any favourites ? Don’t hesitate to tell me everything through asks and comments :)

After Another Side, we will finally get back to Destiny Harbour with the part I wrote the entire story around. Like, this 3rd act is the first one I wanted to developp but decided to include more background story first with DH1 and 2. So here comes the Britechester arc, which also is the end of teenagehood for our characters. This arc will be cut in two parts : a special musical episode called Melodia (I’ll tell you more about it on the next post) following by DH3 that will takes place 6 months after Melodia. This arc will be as light as very dark and will explore a lot of young adult theme such as : harassment, male toxicity, civil rights and the discovery of ourselves. All the characters will face some of the darkest issues of their lives and you will also know more about most of them (even the main ones like Leïla or Destiny). DH3 will also be a tribute to Wes Craven’s Nightmare on Elm Street and Scream, so if you’re a horror fan, this part should really be for you ♥

As Melodia and especially DH3 are pretty long (DH3 is the longest season so far with 12 episodes) it should take the entire year so are you ready ? If everything goes as planned, I can already tell you that 2024 will be focused on a new Another Side story, a DH LGBTQIA+ spinoff (that will take place several months after DH3) will start as well as DH4 if my life doesn’t get pretty impacted.

I guess that’s all for the blog update. I guess that now I have to be more intimate with you all and tell you more about the shitshow going on behing the making of sims stories ! Feel free to skip this part if personnal stuff isn’t your thing.

Personal update : So as most of you know, I lost my job in September and I’ve been struggling to find a new one since. What most of you don’t know though, is that I live with my ex for a bit more than a year know (after 6 years of relationship) and that has been affected both our lives. It’s not a nightmare, we’re both adults who also do our best to have a peacefull life, but it could be better (how many years would you live with your ex even though you’re friends? think about it) so we’re both kind of focused on moving on this situation.

As you can imagine, this has become a priority for me, especially since I got fired (it’s waaaaay harder to find a place when you don’t have a regular income - no I won’t do any patreon shit and will rather be homeless again than taking advantage of kind and poor people who want to help because they understand how it is while rich ones don’t give a single fuck anyway). So, between all these, life drama and death also came around lately so more stuff to deal with and guess what ... I’m still using a broke laptop on Windows 8 (which is kind of dying this year) so I’m facing some kind of issues with more and more software I used previously (no more Topaz Clean T_T / Good bye Gshade ...thank god Reshade still works) and I’m a bit scared it’s some kind of planned obsolescence that will ruin my computer and all my writting plans (it’s litterally one of my biggest fear. It’s the only computer I have and I won’t be able to buy a next one if it breaks for good U_U).

Thankfully, you’ve been around ♥ Seriously, I know I always thank everyone a lot and always say that you’re a strenght but you really are. 2022 has also been awesome because of you all and I will never thank you enough for all the support you’re giving by simply enjoying my content. I mainly post here to escape and also to practice my writting skills so it’s been a real joy and it always cheers me up a lot to see I actually have some readers who are interested about my stories or characters’ fate. You are also a true daily inspiration when I’m discovering my dash everyday like a kid in front of a new episode of their fav anime ! So, thank you for being awesome and being that creative my friend ♥

I wish you all the best for this new year. Let’s make 2023 an epic year of content ! It has already started on my dash ♥

#blog update #January 2023 update #it's been a while #sorry I wasn't active more #let's make 2023 an epic year #but for good reasons #not the end of the world #anyway a lot to say this time

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Hey hi your murder mystery art is super totally cool and amazing and I'd like to Extra! Extra! hear all about it *rattles bells*

haha wow i cant believe ud ask me THIS! unbelievable! now im gonna have to make a long post!

all info under the cut cause im kind like that ♥

For reasons I felt like making a Fancy Ass murder mystery story, with you know, hella complex secret storylines and everyone having drama and shit, and one person died but the more the story goes the less people care about who did the murder and the more they want tHE JUICY DETAILs. X and Y had an afFAIR you say!!! well that’s thousands time more interesting than that murder that happened, who cares about the culprit its not like any of us are going anywhere anyway! tell me more about the marital issues!

The ultimate Vibes are Clue (the game, ya kno, it had a movie too, and that movie was shot with three different endings -fun fact- so that movie theatres could play one alternatively that way people wouldnt get spoiled or even if they did they would not get the ending they were spoiled or even if all three were spoiled you couldnt know which ending you were getting anyway, big dick move, cause its an old movie and film is expensive, also that movie stupid and campy, ALSO I ONLY LEARNED MAKING THIS AU THAT IN ENGLISH THE GAME’S CALLED “CLUE” wE CALL IT CLUEDO therefore my wip playlist is called cluedo. because. fuck it.)(i just have an emotional attachment to that game i even had a cd rom video game version and it was the spookiest shit for a 6 years old, trust me, i played it so much tho i didnt even understand the rULES i was just making scenarios like gathering the characters in rooms n making conversations outloud cause honestly the banter is the best part of a murder mystery) ANYWAY that sure is a whole paragraph of tangent.

BUT YE the inspo from the Clue game. you can tell it from the Colours obviously, everyone’s colour codded.(even everyone’s name is colours as well you’ll see it’s real dang fancy! im just remaking that game but with 2932020 characters and more behind the scenes drama and also for gay people.)

So BASIC PLOT!

Sir Belyy, the dude in white, is The Rich Powerful Respected Fancy Boss, and he throws a Fancy Reception Party with his closest friends and associates to celebrate the opening of a new branch of his business. All the lads gather in his wonderful little very isolated mansion in the middle of nowhere, like ok he got a death wish or something or he’s very trusting of his business partners, but not a good move, cause in the middle of the reception, as A Phat Storm Starts (for plot convenience, we going with a campy vibe if you couldnt tell), his body is found, it’s awful, there’s a killer on the loose! All the guests gather, and attempt to maybe contact the authorities, to not avail, since The Storm ya know, phone lines are Broken my dude. Its clear that the culprit is among them, since no one could have entered the house, or left it (cuz once again, ThE sTORm). And then it’s all about interrogating each other, distrust, alliances and betrayal, revealing one’s deepest secrets when they form an alibi and revealing someone else’s deepest secret for they could be a motive! Meanwhile there’s a dead body in the mansion just chillin there.

So as I mentioned, I changed everyone’s name to be colour related (or ya know, food or flowers of that colour cause sometimes a colour in a language would not work as a name given the way names work in that culture all that jazz) which is the trippiest thing cause tHATS NOT YALLS USUAL NAMES but its fun (also changed so many ages hgfhs it was a trip)(still no one’s really old i guess i got boomerphobia). The “Cast” is clearly the most important part, and if ur a True “My OCs” Connaisseur (hdfghd the most useful skill to have, knowing *MY* Charactersdshgd) you may have recognised some faces and can already read some vibes and predict who will be progressing the plot and who will be yelling at people throwing accusations ghdfgd.

(god i wish i hadnt slacked off making the portraits of everyone in that AU i only have 3 tho that’s so sad so ill just make little sketches just cause <3 only text??? i got too many hoes with no attention span for that)

Sir BELYY (the one who dIEs lmao)

(bust shot missing the fact that this man is the tallest beefiest lad around)

Intimidating, powerful, composed, wealthy, carries the name of a family who has generations of control to it’s reputation, he’s The Man that hoes who believe in the economy wishes they were. As in, the “self made” man who only just happened to benefit from having a wealthy background to uplift his plans. In his youth, he wanted to prove his worth, seperated himself from his father, started a business, that business became big, then got attached to the family’s business, bam back to square one but with Reputation now. There seemed to be VERY big tension between him and The Father, some speculate it had to do with his unknown mother, and some family drama there, and it never got resolved as old man Belyy died quite young (the jUICY speculations are that current sir Belyy mURDEREd old man sir Belyy, fucked up if true!). People love him though in general, as he has that reputation of “Cold Lad With a Gold Heart” aka he takes people under his wings, donates, doesnt treat his employees like the absolute worst garbage etc... you know, he’s rich and a half decent person, so obviously he’s an angel on earth. But does it matter though, he’s dead! that’s the concept of the story!

Mr.GRAY (the grey guest)(who could have guessed from the name)

He’s one of Sir Belyy’s oldest employees, and benefits from a high rank in the company. But, sadly for him, he’s been stagnating lately, as newer, youngest employees seem to have Belyy’s favours, and are his prefered associates for important tasks and positions. Therefore he has Some Bitterness, Some Salt, Some Distaste, some unbriddled but professionally muted hatred for Specific people in the company. He can be an antagonistic figure, but the amount of time he spent in Belyy’s circle grants him an immense quantity of information about the man, but mostly, about his business. Anything about the company’s history, dealings, operations, he’s aware of, either having been told of them, or having snooped around to obtain, immune to being questioned due to his legitimacy in the company.

Mr.LIM (the green guest)

Remember when it was said that Gray had beef with some employees cause they were younger and rose to high ranks faster than him and became Belyy’s favourite over him? Yeah well here comes the one he hates the most for that (ofc he’s belyys fave cuz he’s Mine <3) Our lad caught Belyy’s attention for his Exploits in like, em fancy high school tournaments of smart people, it’s a thing its ridiculous, making kids compete on Smart stuff for the pride of their schools n shit, well homie Lim got clout when doing that, and Belyy was extremely interested cause that kid’s main thing was how “this young lad got mad strategic skills tf are u a war general or smth how fancy”, and that’s a coveted skill for ruthless business. So as soon as the kid is an adult, bam, join the company my dude. And because he’s just that Cool n Sexy ofc he met the expectations Belyy had, and old man Belyy got attached cuz it do be such a young lad, a kid, mentally i am adopting. That’s how you get a youngas employee becoming the right hand man of one the phatest CEO in a few years, and even make your way into being a Good Lad on top of a business partner. And that’s how you get Gray to hate your ass too. Now though, fine lad with mad strategic skills, rising to power that fast, and even infiltrating Belyy’s private life? If I were Gray I’d call suspicion there’s surely some shady stuff going no way we’re just dealing with a nice fella who just happens to work good and be friendly to the boss right?

Herra MUSTA (the black “guest”)

Belyy’s newest butler, assistant, house keeper, he multitasks. His family has been tied to Belyy’s for generations, fullfilling roles of help, but also of confidents. He’s been the head butler since only a short time, after his mother passed, and as such is still “in training” you could say, despite having served the family his whole life. There are rumours going around that the contract tying his family to the Belyys may end on his generation and need to be resigned. He known the manor by heart, and carries all keys to any locked room (and mostly, The Master Key, cause in an old house, some doors may be locked beyond all still existing keys). He also knows secrets of the family that no one else knows, but good luck getting em out of him, he’s under contract not to divulge em bro.

Mr. HASSEL (the brown guest)

Belyy’s childhood friend. They grew up together, pictured their dreams together, sworn to flourish together, worked together when starting the company, and then Hassel felt he should create his own thing instead of depending on his friend’s existing wealth, and while Belyy’s business went wild, his never took off. They still stayed very close, despite the massive difference in wealth. Belyy considers him his closest friend, the one person he can trust (fucked if hassel did the murder lemme tell u). So of course, he’s still always invited to the Prestigious meet ups where’s he’s free to feel uncomfortably out of place amongst all the rich and powerful people that he could have been a part of had he had a tiny bit of luck and a small loan from a wealthy relative...People LOVE saying he’s still hanging out with Belyy so much to leech off his wealth, cause of course they do! His bestie status means he has a whole different brand of information of Belyy than his butler does, the Most Intimate Stuff, the Childhood Stuff. The Juicy stuff ya kno...But Bro Code, its all secrets...

Sir RUZH (the red “guest”)

Deep dive into Belyy’s personnal history, the man has many employees working at his house keeping it working, clean, ya know the vibe. They live on the premice, one has a kid who’s just a Joy to be around, all the employees just vibe with that lad, he’s just a born socialite you know? Belyy gets to meet the kid, and also hella vibes with him. And because human are influenced by their feelings, he gives the kid’s mum a bit of a preferencial treatment, in the tasks she fullfils and all, til he gives her an important-as mission, and then there’s an accident n mama dies, and now Belyy got guilt and there’s this kid who just Vibes. So naturally the move is to take the kid in, and play on how his vibes are just so clean, and raise him to be the Perfect Entertainer for guests, bam, its soft power propaganda, if everyone loves your now son’s vibes, they associate them with you too. And also that’s kind of a clean rep, the selfless man who adopted his employee’s son to not have him fall to the streets, how heartwarming. Not at all traumatising for the kid too I bet! But anyway now the lad is just the most charming young adult, mission accomplished. He’s always present at any reception, ready to work his people-pleasing magic, and then going back to a gigantic empty manor to wait for the next and curate the perfect vibes to meet the expectations of dad. On the plus side, he knows everyone, and those who don’t know him cannot wAIT to, he’s just got that aura ya know. People skills for miles, and the insider knowledge that comes with being the son of the CEO, all this hidden behind the personna of the fresh innocent bashful party lad.

Dr.FEN (the pink guest)

Do not get mistaken by the title, he’s no doc, he will not diagnose you with anything, he just studied long enough to get the sexy title. Study in what? Haha. Nothing shady. Just toxicology. He’s a world reknown poison expert basically, that’s his main thing. Oh but don’t worry, of course studying substances that may kill people is only for finding out how to cure them from it of course. What brings him in this circle? Simple, Belyy may or may not have started to suffer some weird illness that no doctor has been able to find the source, let alone cure, of. Him and Dr.Fen had met previously on some event, cause some rich man also love flexing how smart they are and attending sciencey shit, and he was contacted as sort of a shot in the dark. The lad does know how to treat some things, maybe he can treat The Mysterious Unwellness, since no traditional doctor was able to. He knows science, he’s trustworthy, bam, you’re hired to work on My Case Exclusively. Thanks to this, Dr.Fen has access to the whole health history of Belyy and his family, to many mANY dangerous substances, and also has The Respect of the hoes at the party. He HAS a doctorate after all. Epitome of knowledge. And he’s a kind to people and he wears pink like dang how can you nOT pour your wHOLE trust in him.

Sir MOREVITCH (the blue guest)

Youngest son of an affluent family, who used to be close the the Belyys. The two families fell slightly appart after the death of the previous head of the family on the Belyy side, as they do nOT vibe with the current one (well current, til the first night of the story ig). But, unbeknownst to all, one strong link had been kept, between the youngest of the Morevitch, who dislikes his family and wishes to emancipate himself from them while also assuring his depart will not throw him basically in the streets, and our beloved Sir Belyy, who also dislikes the Morevitches but loves to see the rebellious energy of the young one (and ya know, my enemy’s enemy’s my friend or however you say that). So Belyy’s basically offering tips and helping Morevitch plant himself safely out of his family’s grasp, but it’s all taking quite some time isn’t it, slow and steady is fine until your parents try to arrange a wedding to secure more political power, and suddenly it is all quite urgent that you escape that situation because No Thank You Parents I Do Not Want A Wife I’m Too Young And Also Huh <3 Stuff You Won’t Like Hearing For Sure <3. The people who know they’re working together also know that it’s a big point of argument between them, the difference in vision between “you have to go slow and steady to be safe” and “I have very limited time to get to that safety anyway so I gotta risk it” “hell no you cant i can’t follow through if we’re going that quick that’ll put me at risk and you’re family’s gonna send gunmen to take me down”. A mess, it’d be much quicker to just obtain a few million bucks out of nowhere and bolt for sure...

Mr.GANG (the orange guest)

Morevitch’s trusted assistant. He hears the concerns, he helps the secret businesses, he lies to the parents about the whereabouts, and mostly, he’s basically a budget spy. The lad got that talent where people just don’t notice him popping behind them and catching all their dirty laundry as they confess it to someone they trust, and he always manages to break into places, get the intel he was looking for, and escape, putting everything back into place as if no one was ever there (wonder where he got all those skills from damn!). But what he’s even better at is being sneaky not only to benefit his boss, but himself as well <3. If he can catch all the info in the world, go any places, nothing’s stopping him from playing double agent and also going behind Morevitch’s back. After all the assistant life isn’t the most glamourous and rewarding, who can blame him from going and using his talents to build his own little exit route, right? Everybody sort of knows he cannot be trusted, but also no one managed to really incriminate or stop him, and as much as he has tea on many people, no has it on him, but bet once found that would be heeeella juicy.

M.MOUTARDE (the yellow guest)(this one is straight up the name of the yellow player in the french edition of clue too when i say its my main vibe)

Moutarde was an influential celebrity. He had a big break acting in a movie that the whole country stanned so hard they basically turned the script into their national anthem (they would have if it was a true democracy where the people really decide), he was so handsome and elegant, everyone’s dream husband. And then the fame fiddled out because it’s how fame is, one moment you’re the sexiest dish on the table and the next someone brings in dessert and baam, its all about that fresh cake, and no one pays any mind to your delightful aroma anymore, you’ve gone cold, they had a bite, their interest is somewhere else. Belyy really admires his work though, and mostly finds his image fits with the brand of his company, therefore the two are working on a collaboration to make Moutarde a representative. This WOULD boost Moutarde’s reputation, for his ads would be displayed on every imaginable surface of the country, and it would also benefit the company cause being represented by thAT sexy motherfucker? clearly that’s a deal. The freshness of the partnership means Moutarde is a newcomer in the guests, a fresh face, with no reputation, no relationships, no unfair biases against him. He’s just the new handsome charismatic lad with a squeaky clean image. Emphasis on “image”. After all, no one really knows anything of his background, right?

Kun.LAWENDER (the purple guest)

Private investigator, very useful to be around at a party it’s almost like it was expected there’d be a body to investigate, he’s a very close associate of Belyy, as there’s nothing more important to business than investigating the rivals and finding dirt on them to make them fall through infamy. He’s not exactly the PI who goes look for justice to be served, he’s just here for cash bro. He’s got intel on everyone, and will only let it out if offered the right thing in return (money, or sometimes other pieces of very secret intel, trade is good). Wouldn’t advise letting him and Gang team up tbh but they probably wouldnt, as Lawender is really more of a lone wolf player, going on his own for himself. The one thing that negates his usefulness as a PI on an accidental crime of scene is that even if he knew the whole truth of the event he would not spit it out unless he benefitted from saying it. He sure is a polarising lad, but at the same time, an untouchable one, he’s too knowledgeable to be taken down. Rather than sneaky, he’s extremely observant, noticing the tiniest details and engraving them in his memory, ready to be linked up to other details to deduct the big picture. He’s the upfront tea gathered basically (as opposed to Gang’s shadow tea gathering if you will, they are similar forces but using opposite methods)(also one of em got a licence n the other does not hAH).

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Now the secrets, all of em have them. One of em at least got the secret of having KILLED Belyy that’s that. But that’s to be kept for later (for if i ever use this story for more than daydream material gfhjgh) bet you can imagine what some of em may be just out of Knowing what i do, from having seen the characters in other contexts, or just because you’re a genius and reading the character profiles immediatly lit up the bulbs in your head forming the perfect theory, props to you, mad genius.

Honestly my thoughts are just how lit of a game that would be, you get to pick one hoe (maybe sum are locked til u find their secrets for juicy purposes) and you do your invetigation using your character’s perks and disadvantages, and maybe there could even be Multiple scenarios and outcomes, to spice it up, give replay value, i just think it’d be a game id spend hours on. tryin to get the spicy details of everyone’s life. walking around n digging through a rich man’s stuff, witnessing the drAMA of people fighting cause they’re locked in with a murderer and that’s stressful ngl. That or a long ass show @ netflix wanna give me a show maybe? give me hella budget we’re making it animated cause im too cultured for live action.

whatever i make of it though, i hope i can make this story Flourish, just so that i can lay down all those secret backstories i’ve written. i want the satisfaction of throwing out the craziest secret drama between character n seeing peeps loose their minds, it just is a tasty experience.

also i gotta say, i plug the hell out of Clue for an inspo but when i was building the basics of the story my mind immediatly went “oH MY GOD THE VIBES,, THE BACKSTABBING AND tEAMING UP and all,,, its The Genius, that one tv show where peeps have to do the wildest games that require strategy n they’re in that fancy set that looks like a rich ppl mansion oh god the vibes” so yeah, i rewatched the whole first two seasons cause they’re my faves and that had an impact if only minimal in the aesthetic.

Anyway hope that quick presentation gave you a lil taste of the story, and maybe,,,, got you curious,,, craving to learn more like you never did before (im exaggerating the only real question we all got is just “so who’s fuckin with whom then how many of yall secretly dating” this the real deal)

#doodlin every lad's face at one rly be like 'welcome to the cheekbone festival'#they got antti AND said at once like the cheekbonage is out of this world!#that's musta n gang btw #also every single time i draw cream (blue lad) im like 'i havent drawn u in ages' n it isnt #that i dont draw him much anymore #but that ive drawn only this bitch for months back in the days #him bein in this without his lover....criminal #cuz his boo wouldnt fit a murder mystery au like #hoes would find the corpse he'd just be like 'welp on that imma go to bed aight bye'#anyway u can tell which of my ocs i simp for v easely #like fr #they the ones i spend the longest drawfigfdj cuz i draw em n then go 'not hot enough do it again'#a struggle!#anyway the secret is that i prepares a motive AND an alibi for all of em #so that i can pick who murdered belyy at the last moment <3 #its all abt the contextual clues on the scene of crime <3 #none of the drama tells u anything its all for the treat of gossip <3 #sad part of this project is how much ive planned n written yet i can barely tell anythin if i want to make it #n ive drawn nothingbhd #i hav a dari n a weiwei in their coloured clothes lookin handsome cuz ofc i do #im predictable i have faves #ask if they're in love in this one too take a fuckin guess #u rly think hoe going to his boss's house so much to see the ceo ???? HAH #the real question isnt if theyre smooshin we all kno that answer the question is if dad white suit knows thATs whats important #are yall secret lovers or is green boy climbing the ladder of the company cuz he's smashing the boss's son #who knows #i do i aint telling pay me

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CHAPTER 13 - Cold Hard Floor

Camalia was woken up by a sunshine piercing through her eyelid. She grumbled and rolled over, hiding behind the soft sheet.

She was about to slide back into a very comfortable and nice sleep when all of what happened the night before hit her and she tossed the sheet away, brutally sitting on the bed.

Camalia was in the most messy room she had ever seen. To be fair, she hadn't seen many, but she was convinced it was definitely not normal.

The bed itself had all those things attached to it, some kind of mechanical arms here to do... god knows what. All the windows except one were shut by planks of wood, except the one on her right, offering it's light to what she could only assume was an alarm clock. The clock-thing was resting on a drawer that was vomiting all of it's content, so filled you couldn't put a sheet of paper if you wanted to. There was gears and metal all over the place, not only the bed. The clock, of course, but also levers on the drawer and a weird lamp above her head, some kind of giant gear wheel on her right, all of these things she couldn't name and a lot of alchemy supplies scattered then and there. Books were as present as metal, in piles or tossed everywhere. There was a plan of the black rocks plastered on the wall on her left, and under it was the weirdest guitare she had ever seen, with a horn thingy sprouting out of it.

Camalia suddenly tensed up, looking around to see her own guitare, and panicking when she couldn't find it. She jumped out of the bed and started frantically walk around, hoping her precious instrument would pop out on that spot she checked 20 times already. After being absolutely convinced it wasn't here, she dramatically opened the door that lead to another bedroom. But this one was much more organized and simple. There was some books, a giant painting of the man in the amber, a lady and a baby she assumed was Varian, a wardrobe and another drawer with small drawings of Varian or that de on it.

Despite the emergency of the situation, she couldn't help but giggle at the very simple chalk drawing of the blue strip boy with his goggles that were way too big for his tiny head. It was really cute, and Camalia couldn't wait to tease him about it.

She swifted the room quickly, but her guitare was still lost. She opened the trap door and quickly ran downstairs. At the floor, there was a giant corridor with two doors on each side of it. One of them was big and seemed to give to the rest of the house, and the other one was small, and had a word incaved in it, but it was so poorly written and so low that Camalia didn't bother reading it.

She opened the door wide and faced... the bathroom. There was a giant squared tub and a barrel full of water beside it. Soap was carefully put on one of the corner of the tub, and the girl couldn't help but notice the weird flashy orange color of the soap. The bathroom sink was filled with dirty water. It hadn't been changed in days, maybe months. She couldn't be sure, but Camalia swore she saw seaweeds hanging out in there. Two toothbrush were hanging there, and one of them -probably Varian's- was covered in gears and metal and seemed to be made to put on the head.

She quickly exited, embarassed to enter their privacy. Camalia opened the second door and entered the kitchen. It was HUGE. Not as big as the lab or the castle's kitchens but it was pretty big.

Once again, no sign of her precious guitare. But there was some interesting cookies on the table... No, they were probably unhealthy. They must have been on that table for months. There was a counter, and a lot of drawers -again-, another dirty sink and a lot of kitchen stuffs.

Camalia brushed softly the table, and glanced at the two chairs sitting at the opposite of the table, awaiting for another meal that the father and son will never share again. Her eyes glimed slightly. She wish she could have done more. She wasn't able to save him. She wasn't able to help. She felt horribly guilty, she knew she let Varian down. It was her fault, but she couldn't have done more. She did her best.

She left the kitchen with a weight on her heart.

The next room was not exactly a room. It was... a place to pass through. There was no furnitures, and no light. Just the front door, and the door to the lab.

Camalia pushed the door that lead to the lab, and was immediatly greeted by the sight of Quirin in the amber. She looked away, the guilt still darkening her heart.

And there it was. Wisely waiting where she left it, her guitare was there, on the rock floor. Camalia immediatly went to embrace it, relieved. She put her dear instrument back on her shoulder and resting on her back, where it felt right, where it belonged. Since this matter was done, the music mage now had the time to think of other things. And the primarly thought that occupied her mind was Varian. Where was he ? Was he okay ? Did he do something reckless and stupid ? Probably not, but hey.

She looked around and quickly spotted her friend asleep against the amber, a sad look on his face, Ruddiger on his lap. She sighed and got closer. He had big eyebags, and was slightly shivering. It's true it wasn't especially very hot in the lab. Well, the teasing will have to wait.

Camalia picked him u-tried to picked him up and failed really badly. Wow, if he was the one to have put her in his bed 3 floors above, he was really strong. She shouldn't have been so surprised. After all, he's an inventor, and he worked alone.

He may be the strong scientist, but she clearly wasn't. Instead, she played the melody of levitation, as quietly as possible and after tucking him in his bed with Ruddiger, she went back down. Well. She didn't really have much to do. She thought about it and her eyes fell on the kitchen's sink. Mmh. Nevermind.

The sun was already settling down when Varian woke up of a dreamless sleep. He would've sleep a little more in that oh so comfortable bed of his, that he missed so much those past few months, but he got up, worried about Camalia after what happened, and immediatly sneezed. A shiver ran down his spine and he decided that after all, the bed was looking very inviting. He got rid of his boots that he still had on (which confirmed he definitely did not go to bed by himself) and got back into the welcoming warmth of the cherished bed.

But very quickly, the comforting warmth transformed into a boiling heat, and Varian had to get out of there before suffocating. He coughed doing so, and each cough was reaping his throat a little. And now he was cold.

Ruddiger was watching his friend's strange behavior, and after seeing him enter and jump out of the bed for the third time, he decided he should go get Camalia. The raccoon went through the half-open door and took the trap-door in Quirin's room, went down the stairs and peeked in the kitchen, where Camalia was battling against the sink, armed with her determination and some soap.

Since for now she couldn't get rid of the water outside, she simply put the horrible green thing that filled the sink into buckets she put in the weird corridor between the lab, the front door and the door to the rest of the house. At least there they wouldn't have to stare at it. The sink from the bathroom was already sparkling, and completely clean, she just had to finish this one. What she did not expect was to found months old dishes dipped in the opaque water.

All the plates were rotten, but hopefully, with a touch of magic, maybe she could save them. She put them aside and started working on the sink.

When Ruddiger arrived, she was halfway there. She smelled like she took a dip in the nearest lake, and also looked like it. The raccoon chittered, catching Camalia's attention. She wiped her forehead and smiled to the rodent.

-Hey Ruddiger ! What's up ? Can I help you ?

That was one of the thing he particularly liked about the girl. She always treated him as her equal, like she would talk to anyone. She saw past their different species and he loved it. He was sure that if one day she met Maximus and Pascal, they would also like this aspect of her personnality. Although, as sad as it was, she probably acted that way because of the snakes.

-Ruddy ? You okay there buddy ?

He shook his head and squealed again. He left the room and when he saw that she wasn't following, he poked his head in the kitchen again and tilted his head. A light of understandment finally crossed her eyes and she got rid of the once white apron she was wearing and followed the raccoon.

He led her to Varian's room where he was back in the bed, panting softly, sweating, and a soft blush across his face. He looked up to see who enter the room and met Camalia's worried gaze. He got up and immediatly started shivering. He acted as if he wasn't very sick and clearly in need of rest and walked over to Camalia who backed down. Varian stopped and frowned.

-I am not getting sick, Ball. Back in the bed, now.

Varian rolled his eyes and shook his head.

-What are you talking about, I'm fine ! I need to get to the lab to work on... on something.

It was the music mage's turn to roll her eyes. She stared at him in disbelief, arms crossed on her chest and the alchemist winced.

-Please, don't... don't make me stay in bed. He pleaded.

-Why ?

The boy looked away and squeezed his arm, sign that he was stressed or anxious. Camalia's worry rose a little bit more and she gave up her power pose. She reached out but didn't touch him. She really didn't want to be sick.

-Hey, it's okay Ball, I won't judge you, just tell me what's wrong.

It wasn't the best choice of words but it seems to work. Varian shut his eyes closed and took a deep breath. It's okay. He can trust her. He can be vulnerable around her, she's his friend.

-I-I don't want to be able to... think. To have the time to think about all this. I-I just want to dive into work- any work ! Anything. Just... I don't want to think.

Varian couldn't help but think that not so long ago, just expressing this to her would have been so easy, but after her lies, he felt like everything was to be done again. He wanted to go back to the way it was, but it seems like the wound would take more time to heal than he thought. Unaware of her friend's thought, Camalia relaxed. She put heer hand on his shoulders and squeezed lightly, showing her understanding and affection.

Because, oh did she understand. She always hated to think during crisis. Or after. Just, thinking about it was awful. But she knew it was necessary to move on. Although, it didn't have to be now...

-O-okay. Okay. I understand. But you're sick Varian. You probably caught a cold and all this exposure to magic for the past few months didn't help... I think. I never used magic with someone for this long, I-I don't know the side effects to it. Anyway, what I mean is, I can't let you work or just... not rest in bed. But I'll be here, so will Ruddiger, and we'll be getting your mind off of thinking, okay ?

Varian mumbled something and went back to bed, looking anxious and tired and mostly very sick. Camalia's eyes glimmered a little as she chew her bottom lip, feeling a weight in her stomach. She initially planned on going make him something hot to eat (hopefully something that would actually be edible since she had no idea how to cook), but seeing his shoulders stiff and his eyebrows curved down in a tense expression changed her mind. She got a chair from Quirin's room and sat beside the bed, Ruddiger already comfortably installed next to his friend.

She just had the time to sit down that Varian already spoke, eager to get his mind off of any thoughts.

-So, hum... I've been meaning to ask, you told me you loved "The Tales of Flynnigan Ryder", and I-uh... I wanted to know why. I mean, you had so many other books to read, and-and you have ! But why are they your favourites ?

Camalia took the time to think and smiled fondly, looking in the distance.

-Well, he had everything. He was adventuring all around the world, helping people and getting the girls. He fought for the good he believed in, he was seeing beautiful scenery, travelling, just... getting out there and seeing the world by himself... with Lady Mason of course.

Varian snorted.

-Obviously.

Suddenly the music mage had and idea. She got up on the chair and drew an imaginary sword from her belt. She pointed it to the sky with a serious expression.

-"How dare you kidnap my precious Lady right before my eyes, Baron Von Lugner ?! Return her immediatly or suffer the consequencies !"

The alchemist laughed and sat on the bed, looking down as if Cama- Flynnigan Ryder was down his tower, claiming Lady Mason as if she was his.

-"Your ridiculous threats do not frighten me, you miserable thief ! I stand here, in my castle, surrounded by guards loyal to me and doors I can easily lock. What do you have but this small sword and stupid hope ?"

Camalia jumped on the bed and yield the sword, saying the next line, and Varian grunts and answered. They play this little game for a while, from time to time making Ruddiger play Lady Mason. They laughed and joked around for a while before calming down and talking a bit.

As the day went by, and the night took his place, they were both getting more and more tired, but Camalia waited until Varian fall asleep before allowing herself to finally rest.

It was the middle of the night when Varian awoke. He was in tears, constantly pulling on his shirt right where his heart was, as if it could calm it down. A drop of sweat ran from his forehead to his trembling chin as he took in his surroundings and was slowly relaxing. He patted by his side and found Camalia's hand, that had fallen asleep on the chair and was resting her head on the bed, and on his other side Ruddiger's fur. He took a deep breath and fell back on the soft pillow, wet with tears and sweat, stroking gently his raccoon fur and holding his friend's hand, not too strong to not wake her up, but with a despair that would made her heart ache. His anchors were there. It was okay. They were okay.

But one thing was for sure, he couldn't fall back asleep after that dream. And he was all alone. In the middle of the night. With no distraction whatsoever. And what he dreaded the most happened.

He thought.

Camalia was in the middle of a very sweet dream for once. It was full of better days, outside of jail, with new people, good people. Full of new things, and mostly full of the blue sky. The wonderful blue sky that seemed like it never lasted.

-Camalia...

She was gently shook awake. It was early morning, the sun was pointing it's nose through the window, despite the plak of woods there to seal it. Varian was wide awake, smiling at her, but she saw the dark circles and the point of sadness in his eyes. Not that it was unfamiliar. But she didn't like seeing this on her friend's face.

She streched herself, still half-asleep.

-Good morning Ball ! What do you want to do ? I've got ton of ideas if you want.

Varian smiled grew a little bit, happy to see how his best friend cared about him, and immediatly put his well-being first. Well to be clear, he wasn't happy to see that she wasn't really taking care of herself of thinking about herself, but he was glad that she was there. And was willing to help, no matter what. But sadly...

-Camalia, I... I've been thinking-

The music mage straightened on the chair, concern and worry painting itself on her face.

-Oh no, I-I'm sorry Varian ! You should have wake me up sooner !

She seemed genuinely bummed out, and was blaming herself for not preventing it. In any other situation, your friend apologizing for letting you think would be rather hilarious. What, does he not want you to be smart ? To have good grades ? Or just to think, reflect on things ? What a terrible friend. But in this situation, very peculiar and unusual, it just squeezed Varian's heart in a very uncomfortable way. After all, their friendship is really weird. And they met at a point in both of their lives where they were at their lowest. It was difficult to talk, but not as much to understand.

And at that point, Varian understood that his friend felt responsible and remorseful. Because in the past, he understood it may have caused her pain, and at that time no one was there to prevent her from thinking. He understood that she felt like she let him down. That she thought she was being a bad friend, that she didn't do the right thing. But she was wrong. And he wished someone told him that.

-No no no, hey Camalia, i-it's okay ! I'm okay, everything is fine. I just... Listen, I think I might have...

The alchemist sighed, trying to put in words exactly what he didn't want to hear nor acknowledge. Not really the easiest thing to do in the world.

-It's possible that I've... known. That this...

He gestured to Camalia and her guitare.

-...this wouldn't... it wouldn't work. To-to free my dad.

Saying that clearly took a lot out of him, and he took a deep breath, trying to focus on saying what he had to say and avoid the flood from happening. Camalia was listenning, and right now that's all he needed.

-I am not saying I... mourned. Far from it. Really far. But... I-I don't think that... I don't think that my dad can be...

The knot in his stomach was heavier and heavier, his nose tickled and his view was blurry, despite his best effort to keep his emotions in. He managed -god knows how- to keep his voice relatively steady, and kept going.

-What I mean to say is that... my d-dad... he can't be... h-he can't be...

The distress was intense, he couldn't say it but he had to. He had to admit that his father was gone. A tear rolled down his cheeks, followed by many others. He had to say it. Camalia took his hand and pressed gently, meaning he didn't have to continue, she understood. But he had to say it. He just needed to say it in one go. Put some context, useless sentences around it so he could blurt it out.

-W-while I was in jail, I-... I thought about it and... If the princess' hair couldn't do anything to... to help, then nothing will. I tried to regain hope by thinking about what you could do but... I don't think I ever... believed it ? If that makes sense ?

The music mage nodded calmly and he wiped away some tears, a very weak smile on his lips.

-A-anyway, I know now that...

He took a deep breath.

-I-I know that my dad is trapped. Most likely... f-forever.

There. He said it. He couldn't say more. He couldn't say Quirin was dead, that he was gone, that he would never see him smile or hug him close ever agian, that he would never, never say that he was proud of him. He couldn't say it. It was too soon. He couldn't.

Camalia leaned closer and hugged him tight. He wrapped his arms around her, burrying his face in her shoulders, letting the tears flow. She brushed her thumb on his back, trying to calm him. They stayed like this a while, Varian trying to process the fact that it was said now, written into stone : he couldn't help his dad. Camalia was just trying to ease his distress, as much as she could. Once the alchemist was seemingly calm, they broke the hug and weakly smiled at eachothers. An awkward silence fell and neither of them knew what to say. Maybe it was better to just expose his decision to her. Varian cleared his throat.

-So, hum... I- My jailmate, that I talked you about, hum Andrew ? Okay, well he has a plan, but it's probably a little bit very illegal ?

The mage shrugged it off and smirked.

-Oh well you know, Corona and laws don't really go together.

Varian's brows went upward, slightly interested.

-Really ? That's not the feeling they are giving.

-I read a lot of law books after all ! She chuckled. And I can assure you Corona doesn't respect half of it, like for example not putting a 4 years old behind bars.

Camalia gritted her teeth, looking upset.

-But... didn't you asked to be put in jail ?

-I was four Varian ! I was a kid, I-I'm still a kid ! And I mean sure, I would've stayed in the cell even now but they knew why. They knew why I was there, they knew about my curse, and no one bothered to even call a-a wizard or a mage or even a regular doctor ! The king and queen never came visit me for someone's sake ! I've been living in their basement for 10 years, and they never came to see me ! I WAS FOUR ! THEY DIDN'T EVEN TRY TO HELP !

Varian eyes widened. He didn't thought she would hold such a grudge against the royalties. Distracting her would probably be for the better.

-And me ? Should I have been put in jail ?

The guitare girl seemed to calm down immediatly and winced at her friend. Hoping it wouldn't hurt him. That would be the last thing he needed.

-Welllll, you did some pretty messed up things, Ball.

Varian rolled his eyes and shrugged it off. Surprised by his reaction, Camalia snorted and bursted in laughters, immediatly forgetting her wrath. Happy to have helped her, Varian joined in. They accidentally awoke a very sleepy Ruddiger in the process. Of course his misdeeds were still hurting. They were scars that most likely would never heal. But with Camalia, he felt like he could joke about it. He felt safe, and he knew she wouldn't judge him or give him a frightened look.

When they calmed down, the mage stated more seriously :

-But honestly Varian, no. You shouldn't have. You're... you're a child, and you just did things because no one helped you. You were in pain, an unbearable pain, and left completely alone. No one should go through that, let alone someone as young as us. The entire year you were in jail, no one came to help you. It's not right. It's not fair. It's wrong, it's so, so wrong.

Varian opened his mouth but nothing came out. It was the first time someone actually said that he shouldn't have been locked up. He assumed that after explaining her everything she just agreed with the royal decisions but... it appears he had been wrong. He frowned, trying to find something to reply but there was nothing to say. He simply gave her a grateful smile and decided to simply expose the Saporian's plan.

A pretty simple plan, to be honest. One of the saporian, a mage that went with the name Clementine, had to use her wand of oblivion she hid on the King and Queen, and once they had amnesia, they convince them to let them took over and rule the kingdom. As soon as he had time and ressources, Varian was to work on a solution that would replicate the effect of the wand on a larger scale, and reset all of Corona's memory.

That way, Varian could start over, without the weight of his past, and the Saporians would get their kingdom back.

Camalia had listened without interrupting, but growing more worried at every sentences. At the end she had a very concerned frown. Her friend was looking at her expectantly, but the mage was conflicted.

-Varian, that's-

That's a bad idea. The fact that everyone forgot your mistakes doesn't mean you did. You won't be happier that way.

-I-I don't...

I don't think that the Saporians taking over is a good idea. First of all they don't know how to rule, and second, nothing says that they won't make Corona hell on earth.

-I don't think that-

I don't think that you should do it. It will only make things worse. If the mix of magic and science don't explode in your face, something else will. And once the princess and her friends will be back, you and the saporians won't stand a chance. I'm convinced you won't. Don't do it. Don't.

-I don't think that you should be going alone.

The alchemist's smile had been fading as Camalia was trying to speak. He could feel she didn't approve. But he needed her to approve. She had to. Someone had to tell him he was right. But her last sentence was the last thing he expected. He looked at her blanckly, a small confused smile on his lips.

-W-what ? No, of course I won't, you... you'll be there, and-

-Varian.

Her tone was serious and determined.

-I can't go back. Not now.

They looked at eachother, Varian feeling increasingly nauseous and petrified as the conversation went on. But above that, he could feel the knot of rage in his stomach making it's way through his throat, ready to burst out any minute.

-...what ?

OWO WHAT’S THIS ? FIRST / Previous / NEXT (wattpad) (next next on Tumblr)

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I UPDATED MY ABOUT, SO HERE IS THE MANDATORY COPY PASTE OF IT [x]

ABOUT ME

I’m YiHa. I’m a storyboard artist by day and a webcomic artist by night, as well as a compulsive reblogger of everything Good Omens related.

I’m a french white cis girl, 28 years old, and I try to stay chill. I don’t care about the pronouns used to refer to me.

If, by any chance, you’d like to take a look at the webcomic I work on, you can follow this link. It’s about vampires and werewolves and teenagers.

I sometimes make drawing streams, and I warn about them on this blog when they are specifically Good Omens drawing streams.

It’s chill and has weird music, and it happens on my Twitch channel over here.

You’re welcome to hang out if you’d like :)

The other places to follow my work would be @yihagathe on Tumblr, @yihadoodles on Twitter and yiha4real on Instagram (this one is private because it contains NSFW, but I accept basically everyone).

I have also set up an AO3 account to post my ficlets.

WHAT I DO NOT CONDONE: pedophilia, pedopornography or predatory behaviours in any shape and form; transphobia, homophobia, sexism, racism, ableism, fatphobia (for some of these, as a someone who is not concerned, I am still working on my own bias so I might slip up unknowingly. Don't hesitate to tell me if you caught me saying something hurtful.). I think you get the gist.

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What to expect here ?

I started this monstrosity of a blog just to gather everything GO related I liked in one place, and that in itself is the real guideline of this dumpster. It is a space for me before anything else, meant to cater to MY own tastes.

What kind of posts are there ?

I mostly reblog fanarts, fanfics, meta and other funny things. Anything I like, really. That’s why this place is a “dumpster”.

Sometimes I draw fanarts or write ficlets myself. You can find any of the things I come up on my own by going through the archive of this blog following the #my stuff.

The list of ficlets I wrote is conveniently gathered in this post.

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This blog contains the occasionnal NSFW (gore, body horror, erotic stuff, nudity …). I do not mind NSFW. Even though I rarely share that over here, it can happen, and I try to think about tagging it accordingly for blacklisting purposes. It is not the usual brand of this blog, but it can happen. You are warned.

(This doesn’t change the fact that I don’t want NSFW asks and submissions, because I just don’t want any unwanted NSFW. I don’t want to deal with having to sorting out what I’m ok and not ok with in my askbox. It’s exhausting.)

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I have stopped taking submissions because it turned out to be more work for me (people never seemed to use the tags correctly so I had to clean up after them) and the way it appears on Tumblr makes it seem like I originated the post which bothers me.

I take asks, even anonymous ones.

I take writing and drawing prompts.

HOWEVER !!!

That doesn’t mean I will answer everything. I give myself the right to answer at my own pace, and also the right to not answer at all if anything makes me uncomfortable in the slightest or doesn’t align with what I want this blog to be (or if I don’t have anything to reply, sometimes I receive things I just don’t know what to make of). I also give myself the right to close Anons or asks or submissions altogether if I don’t feel like handling them anylonger.

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In return, I am willing to listen to criticism if I ever do or say something that made someone uncomfortable, or if there is a real issue in one way or another. It doesn’t mean I’ll be able to offer a solution, but I can try to improve.

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A lot of people ask me about fics to find or recommend. I’m happy to oblige, but it’s mostly because I have a large number of followers to help. I haven’t read that many fics myself, and I always encourage people to check out @aziraphales-library for fic related quests because they actually specialize in that over there.

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I very rarely take interest into reblogging or talking about things that are not – or only tangentially – related to Good Omens, such as the other works of the authors and the cast, or their private lives. Don’t ask or submit things about them to me. I don’t want to deal with that.

If I ever break this rule, it’s because I felt comfortable doing it for once, but that’s it.

Sometimes I can have more personnal asks or stupid asks or things related to this blog that are not exactly Good Omens things. I mean, it’s a blog. I do blogging stuff once in a while.

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OVERALL !!! This blog is MY SPACE before anything else, and I’m thrilled if people enjoy following it, and I try to be mindful about what having a large number of followers implies, BUT it will remain a space for me before being a space for you. Albeit, I hope to make it a happy and loving space, because this is what Good Omens brought me and what I wanted to make for myself here. A dumpster of joy.

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rosesanthology · 4 years

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Escape Plan | Matsukawa Issei x F!Reader [mafia!AU]

This took me SO MUCH TIME to write aaaaaah it's not surprising that it's so long :0 i just have many many feelings for Matsukawa Issei ALSO im begging y'all to listen to the playlist before/as you read please !!

Im kinda pissed that i cant add a "read more" option since im on mobile tho :\

(Also ngl at first i planned to get one of the 2 shot but i didn't have the heart to go thru with it)

Warnings : Fluff, it starts with humor but at some point it gets angsty ???? Idk y'all tell me

- Au that could be considered as a ennemies-to-lovers type of situation

[Tags] : @raevaioli and @haikoo like i cannot stress this enough @haikoo this your main manz

- if you could only use one sentence to describe your job to a Karen it would be : stealing from the rich in order to trick other rich people

- you had been what the people would call a spy for most of your life now, the Tokyo based Nekoma Organisation being something close to a family

- you worked with both of your very good friends, Kuroo Testurou and Kozume Kenma

- Kuroo, the leader of your little squad, had been the first one to open up to you when you joined

- he was a gifted chemistry genius and you were sure he could make any poison or soporific out of the most random stuff

- he also had insane combat and physical abilities which made him fit to act in a lab as well as on mission grounds

- Kenma was a little more reserved at first, he was the same age as you but still was really reluctant to accept you as one of his own at first

- when he saw how much Kuroo trusted you and how interested you were in his work he slowly but surely found himself caring for you

- to put it simply Kenma, better known as "apple pi" was a hacker. His job ranged from creating computer viruses to full on enabling the security of whole museums

- despite his cute appearance and shy demeanor he was probably the scariest of you three

- finally, you Y/L L/N was the infiltration and weapons expert of the group, you could weild literally anything from guns, to swords to,,,,,metal rods (but you don't wanna talk about this one) and you were of great help when deciding which infiltration angle was the best in missions

- Kuroo, under the orders of Boss Nekomata, quickly taught you the dangers and ways of the job during your first months working with them, the organisation specializing in outsmarting rich bastards and stealing their precious ressources in order to make "better use of them"

- if they were hoarding a particularly efficient brand of medicine, your goal was to steal it all, and sell it to people in need for free or a low price

- if they were in possession of some important object like let's say,,,,,the construction plans for the emperor's new vacation house, you stole it, made copies to sell at a high price to the highest bidder and your good affiliate, the Fukurodani Corporation would keep an eye on the original as part of their personnal collection, you were fine with that

- yeah they were others organisations like that in Tokyo, your friends from the Fukurodani Corp of course but also the Shiratorizawa elite crime group with who you had worked a couple times before

- ah and there was the Yakuzas too....honestly they were the only group in Tokyo with whom you were still on dangerous terms with

- they didn't like Nekoma in their affairs and you didn't like them in yours, but you tolerated each other

- your boss had established a truce with the representant of the big Yakuza group of your area, Kondo "the viper" Takara, a truly scary woman who had blasted her way to the one of the top positions of the hierarchy

- she even had a cool nickname ヾ(｀ε´)ノ

- but you knew better than to mess with them

- all in all y'all kept doing your jobs well, not bothering anybody

- except for one remaining rivalry with some Miyagi group

- the Aoba Johsai Institution.

- well, rivalry would be a strong word because you kinda got along with that Iwaizumi guy, he was a great hand to hand combat fighter and you respected that

- the others however ? Trash. 👁3👁

- they seem to act like Tokyo will be their territory in the next 5 seconds flat like ??

- THEY DON'T EVEN GO THERE ????

- "they be acting like they can just swoop in and eat OUR rich" you had told Kuroo and Kenma one day over ramen

- spoiler alert : it was a bad idea cause Kuroo snorted and almost made the noodles go up his nose

- no but seriously they always seemed to take advantage of YOUR missions to attract attention

- how did they even know which missions you were on anyway ??? (Kenma and Kunimi are actually good friends cause they play video games together but he'd never tell you that)

- it's like that one time you infiltrated a business company's heir's residence and then you came across a dude named Hanamaki and you had the HARDEST time whisper shouting to him how blowing up the whole place was a bad idea to retrieve one (1) diamond

- at the end you felt so tired that you gave it to him anyway ಥ_ಥ ("just take it ffs" "really ??" "Don't make me regret this")

- they also had the single worst person ever on one of their teams.

- Matsukawa Issei

- just thinking about it made you want to take your metal bat and break something in your shared room with your two other friends

- seriously that guy was like the epitome of clownery

- he's also supposed to be his team's gun expert except that's not the best task for someone who refuses to take anything with him but his freaking FISTS

- the first time you had met y'all ended up being on the same case to assassinate some guy who had kidnapped some cute freckled kid from a place in Miyagi called Karasuno

- EXCEPT HE WAS IN TOKYO SO IT WAS YOUR DUTY !!! NOT HIS !!!!

- you had Kenma on the earbud telling you about the guy's position in the club you were currently one street away from. You were posted on the rooftop of a building with a sniper rifle ready to get done with it and go save the kid but GUESS WHO COMES IN FISTS SWINGING WHEN YOU LITERALLY HAD THE TARGET IN SIGHT

- and he had the nerve to look straight toward your rifle's aim and flip you off while smirking

- sir you're about to catch these hands🚶🏽

- he had knocked him out alright and he got the young boy out but you were NOT ready to let that slide so you quickly got down and crossed path with him at the back exit of the club

- "what exactly do you think you were doing in there ?" Listen. You may have sounded confident enough saying that but you had NO idea that this dude was like a whole ass giraffe

- and he knew he was tall so he had the audacity to say

- "sorry can't hear you so well from down there midget, i was just doing my job (▰˘◡˘▰)" if it weren't for the karasuno boy being right there you would have stabbed his kneecaps on sight

- anyway after that y'all just seemed to run into each other wayyyy too often

- insults were shared just as often tho

- "well butter my buns and call me betty broker if it isn't my sweet little midget shooting people !"

- "stfu before i choke you"

- "kinky but can you reach my neck ?"

- "you've sunk low enough"

-so yeah f u n t i m e s

- aside from that, business was going great but Kuroo had had news of a very important mission for you but he insisted on letting Boss Nekomata tell you about it himself for some reason

- he'd never done that :(

- you were kinda hurt that your best friend was hiding stuff from you tbh :(

- and Kenma did not seem to know more than you for now

- so you spent a whole week just mopping around

- sometimes you would go and poke fun and the newbie Lev Haiba but it wasn't the same

- Kuroo and Kenma kept working on missions while you were left waiting for that one assignment that Nekomata seemed to keep you for

- until today when Kuroo finally told you that the boss was requesting you in his office

- ngl you were EXCITED

- maybe you would have to zipline down the Tokyo tower (σ≧▽≦)σ maybe he was going to let you take a chainsaw with you this time (σ≧▽≦)σ

- maybe he- "oh" you deadpanned, stepping foot into the office and seeing none other than your arch nemesis, Matsukawa Issei in all his pisces clown glory

- "why tf are you there shitty eyebrows"

- "i had a good day too Y/N ! thanks for asking :D" today was the day. You were 100% ready to kill him and the knife that was attached to your thigh strap seemed like such a good option rn-

- "stop it you two. Y/N take a sit" Nekomata gestured, as you didn't hesitate to listen to your superior even fully aware of Mattsun's eyes annoyingly following your every movement

-"Okay so. Y/N i know you may be wondering why Matsukawa's here but to put it simply we've been informed that a rich family have gotten their hands on one of Aoba Johsai's rarest item : a gold engraved katana that belonged to their first boss"

- "so what do you need us for ?" You didn't mean to use "us" but you knew better than to piss off your boss, he was like a parental figure come on

- "i need you guys to infiltrate an auction held by said family and steal it back in the span of one week. It's up to you to work together or not but keep in mind that our arrangement states that we're autorised to make copies of the katana for future sells."

- you guys nodded, after all you were professionnals before everything and you were about to leave when Nekomata put something on the table

- "here are the keys to your appartment near the auction site it'll be your hideout !"

-.....now this had to be a cruel joke-

- "id rather sleep under a bridge then live with her for a whole week"

- "wow this is the first time we agree on something Mattsun" the oh so familiar nickname dripped in venom as you said it, unsure of what was supposed to happen

- "oh yes you could but i suppose that you don't have the supplies and tools that you will definitely need during that mission :)"

- you locked eyes with the brunette for a minute before reluctantly stomping to the table and grabbing hold of the keys and adress written on a paper, storming out of the door, letting out a loose "come on shitty eyebrows we have data to collect" to your new....partner ? Ugh it was about to be a long week

- it turns out the appartment was a lot smaller than you hoped for, with two single person beds, a computer post and different storing purposed furniture

- it was a common thing however, because the last thing an undercover spy would want is to draw attention with a flashy hideout

- the first step was to gather information on who would be at the auction which shouldnt be too hard

- "hey ill take the lead and contact my friend so that he can determine who is going to be here" you said as you sat on the chair in front of the computer

- "mm yeah you do that ill check what kind of weapons have been provided to us" Mattsun had no difficulty finding them as the drawers well full of them....this was very promising

- Kenma had just sent you the list of people that had been invited to the event, and you recognised many names as being members of the powerful Yakuza group lead by Konda Takara, of course.....the infamous viper herself

- you called out to Mattsun to show him and briefly explained what they were up too and how they usually fonctionned

- the auction was to take place the last 3 days after an opening party, leaving the rest of the week for preparations

- they usually took their time in comitting their crimes so you thought that stopping them mid plan by taking advantage of it was the best way to get the sword

- Mattsun didn't have anything to say for the moment, seemingly thoughtful about the whole situation

- "just so you know" you started, already regretting the decision of talking in your head, "i don't plan on being friends with you anytime soon but i feel like for this we should at least try not to rip each other's hair out"

- "i never planned on that second option"

- "huh ?"

- "i hope you know that we've never had a single conversation without insults of some kind before so for the sake of both of us it would be better to actually get to know each other since we're supposed to work together"

- you hated to admit it

- but he was right

- however you didn't comment on it, opting for throwing him a dry "let's sleep" before plopping yourself on your own bed on the other side of the room

- this is about to be one hell of a week

-3 days had passed in the crammed appartement both you and Mattsun struggling to inform yourself on each specific individual that was going to be present at the auction

- right now, you were both sitting on the floor, wearing simple oversized shirts and pyjama pants and shorts, cheese pizza box laying on top of the document covered surface

- "Mattsun, pass me the paper about Okuda Takeda please" :000

- Matsukawa froze, because he knew that in 2 days of living together y'all had establised that you wouldn't be at each other's throats

- but hearing you using his nickname unironically and saying please ???? That was still something he had to get used to

- "what are you staring at ? Give me the paper shitty eyebrows >:[" ah there she was

- "thats my girl" he thought, handing you the document and resuming his own reading

- here's the catch : Mattsun was head over heels in love with you since like day 1 that Hanamaki told him about this pretty girl who let him take the diamond from his mission. He tried to repress his feelings as he had noticed that you seemed way closer with your friend Kuroo who he had seen on missions with you

- maybe you liked him

- he would understand, he seemed way more confident than him and he was also probably way smarter since he was a genius and all

- also the way you were always soft to him and not Matsukawa kinda got to him

- he wanted you to hug HIM after a mission too and NOT insult him

- but he judged it for the better as he still got to be close to you in his own way with the playful fights you always seemed to pick with him

- it was easier than confronting his feelings or rejection

- this mission proved to make things so much harder for him tho

- like yeah he saw you being a badass plenty of other times but now ?

- he got to see you being all clingy and grumpy in the morning (he never knew being called a dumbass while you were falling back asleep on his shoulder was his thing but hey) , got to see your nose scrunch up when you were focusing on mapping out the position of the vent system of the venue

- he could go on for hours about how much he loved you and your plan was not making it easy.....profiting off the yakuzas' plan took way too much waiting and he understood that you wanted it to go as well as possible but he just couldn't keep living like this until then

- it felt like torture

- and he did not want to see you in that gorgeous dress that you were supposed to wear at the auction during the infiltration

- he knew that a couple more days could drive him crazy and make him do dumb shit like kissing you

- he had thought about that a lot of times but never brought himself to do it because je knew it was pointless

- he had to take action now

- the night of the opening ceremony, the day before the Yakuzas would start their scheme

- both of you were laying in your beds, awake, that was a habit you had developped over the past nights, you were just, aware of each other's presence and then sometime you would ask him something about his life, his friends, himself

- it made his heart beat too fast everytime and he could feel himself falling even more by the second when he heard you giggling talking about the time you pulled a prank on your friend Yaku with Kuroo

- he knew that you were already very sleepy from the way you were slurring your words

- "Y/N do you hate me ?" He said, abruptly and he heard a strangled laugh coming from you followed up by the question

- "what's that for dummy ?"

- "please answer" he asked in a whisper, sounding almost desperate

- you took a second to think about it

-you had grown quite close to your tall partner in such a short period of time, even letting your guard down and stopping from being so defensive

- "i don't hate you....i could never" you said the last part more to yourself tho but Matsukawa didn't miss it, he wished he did as he heard the soft sighs coming from your now sleeping form

- his heart ached as he got up, putting on his black coat over his mathing turtleneck shirt, taking his gun and spare map of the auction venue

- you were totally going to hate him now....

- and then he left for the opening party

- the rain was pouring outside

- for some reason you couldn't sleep well that night

- that only happened whenever Kuroo was out on a mission at night or Kenma was working in his office

- you hated sleeping alone, you couldn't do it

- being alone was the one thing you dreaded the most in your life, death was nothing if nobody knew where you were, if nobody aknowledged your existence you weren't alive

- but Mattsun was there and you trusted him.

- yeah you were kind of an ass to him during like 90% of your interactions with him but you just didn't know how to talk to him ??? He was so strong and good at what he did so you couldn't help but feel admiration but also intimidation

- yet you've felt probably more comfortable with him than anyone in your life (yes even Kuroo and Kenma weirdly enough)

- it was a nice feeling

- maybe it was because you saw him differently than them...

- but anyway

- you felt like yourself around him

- and yet

- why couldn't you sleep ?

- "Mattsun ?" You called out to him, voice cracked from not having used it for a while

- no answer

- maybe he didn't hear you over the rain....?

- you had a bad feeling about this

- "Mattsun ?" You called out a little louder, sitting up

- yep definitely

- you turned on the light and to your surprise, Matsukawa was nowhere in sight

- your heart sunk at the realization

- you were alone

- what about the plan ? Ah its true that he never said anything about it

- did he not trust you enough with it ? Did he think you were too assertive ?

- you wanted to cry but it seemed as if your brain wasn't working, your body rushing on its own to check the date and time on your phone : past 10pm on thursday night.....

- the opening party !

- "shit shit shit he must have gone there to take them by surprise wtf is he thinking doing this alone?" You thought aloud, maybe it would trick your body into not being scared

- at this point you were terrified, rushing to get the red dress on as well as putting your 2 guns under each of your thigh straps

- is he alone ? Surrounded by highly trained and dangerous Yakuzas ? What if....you were too late ?

- you didn't have time to think too much about it as you knew that this kind of thoughts led nowhere.

- you had to infiltrate that party the fastest you've ever done in your life and see for yourself, luckily, the venue was only a few crossroads away from your appartment

- truth was Mattsun's plan was not so bad

- after all you had insisted on making him find info on every staff member there too so it's thanks to you if he just so happened to know what type of guy that one waitress liked in order to flirt with her and convince her that he had forgotten his watch in one of the closed off aeras of the venue

- the place was absolutly gigantic, after all it was a mansion bought will illegal money

- he hated this, he just wanted to get it over with, retrieve the sword, gtfo and go back to Miyagi forever so that he wouldn't feel the pain of the illusion of being by your side when you were clearly far ahead of him

- you'd always been anyway

- he had finally reached the generator room and opened the vents with much difficulty as the room was a mess of cardboard boxes and storage shelves

- he was just going to cut the power, which would take about 15 minutes to get back, allowing him to go thru the vents to the main hall that was right thru the wall to his side, retrieve the sword and just make a run for it

- hopefully the rain would cover most of the sound he made so that was even better

- see that would have been great if he hadn't felt the icy cold metal of a gun at the nape of his neck as he was fiddling with the generator

- he had been caught.

- it was the end.

- shit he fucked the whole mission over and now even you didn't have a chance to-

- "what exactly do you think you're doing Mattsun ?" You said coldly even tho the hurt in your tone didnt go unnoticed by the taller man

- "haha Y/N whatchu doing here on this fine night ? You look stunning btw"

- "Cut the crap shitty eyebrows i asked you a question"

- you finally lowered your gun allowing your harsh glare to show how upset you truly were

- damn, Matsukawa really felt shitty :\

- he'd never seen you like that- well not soaked from the rain but....so vulnerable to him

- all your feelings talks happened in the dark of night in your hideout, he'd never seen your face look so pained before

- "I did what was best for both us..."

- "bullshit." He wasn't sure that he believed himself either to be honest

- "what the fuck are you even doing anyway ? I thought you and i were in this mission together ?? Did nothing matter to you ? I finally think that i found someone who i could trust other than my fucking family and that's what you do ? Ditch me for your own profit ?? You did what was best for your damn self Matsukawa"

- you were upset. He got it really, his insecurities had gotten the best of him like they often did....except he didn't have the strength to confront them, to confront you about it. So he got it and he didn't retaliate.

- "so what ?? You're not even going to say anything ?? Not even TRY to fucking apologize ? Do you really don't care ?" You searched for his eyes, but little did you know that he just....couldn't talk nor maintain eye contact with you right now

- "Mattsun...i thought you and i had...something ? I don't know maybe i hallucinated or some shit but i thought we were at least friends you know ? D-did you ever tolerate me at all ?"

- your voice cracked, it got lower and it cracked, and at that moment he was sure his heart broke right at this instant too

- he wanted to tell you that that was the farthest thing from the truth

- he wanted to tell you that he loved you

- but you were too far. Once again, you were miles ahead of him, more than ever

- and the sound of voices coming from the corridor did NOT HELP

- you could not afford being found here so with the professionalism left in you, you pushed your feelings away and pulled Mattsun behind a shelf, crouching and waiting

- you were so close he could feel you shivering from the cold and he felt so so bad

- but now was not really the moment

- "didn't you hear shouting ?" Shit. Maybe you should have waited until getting out of here for your heart to heart because this guard was definitely not trippin

- there were 2, luckily they didn't have the idea to split up to search the room, all you had to do was move low and close to the walls in order reach the door and well....the katana literally could not matter less to any of y'all rn

- at this moment you really regretted going out in such a hurry completly forgetting to contact Kenma, he could have hacked into the camera system and told you were they were so easily.....

- anyway, despite that you guys were stealthy enough to get out if the room

- now the problem was getting out of here.....

- you held Mattsun's wrist loosely as you ran thru the corridor of the building, thunder raging and labored breathing filling the silence

- "Y/N we could get out from the rooftop !" Right....if you could only get there then maybe you could just parcour your way out of this by getting on other rooftops....damn you were glad Matsukawa always thought of every escape plan possible

- you didn't really mean what you said earlier

- yes, you were disappointed but, you were also scared for his dumbass

- and rn may not be the best moment to realize it as you were most likely in a life of death situation but....you loved him

- fuck you loved him so much that you were running in a goddamn dress right now

- "i truly hoped it wasn't you" said a voice from the end of the lobby

- of course it just had to be the Yakuza boss you dreaded so much

- Kondo was just standing there, arms crossed but you knew better than to take her lightly

- "did you come to retrieve it ?" Its funny how her voice seemed to dominate even the full on storm outside, the occasional lightning bolt shining light from the huge windows into the corridor

- "No....let us pass please we just want to leave" Mattsun felt how tensed you were and immediatly rested his hand on his gun handle under his coat

- "yeah sure sweetheart but only if you tell your guard dog to calm down unless he wants me to cut his fingers clean off" she threatened nonchalantly as her hand met the handle of her own katana strapped to her belt

- Matsukawa was deadass glaring at her so hard you didn't recognise him

- he honestly looked like he could take her on but...you didn't feel like testing this theory tonight

- "hey hey, it's alright" you soothed him, putting your hand on his arm and squeezing slightly

- it seemed to work because he quickly let go of his gun even tho he was still glaring

- "let us go" he said firmly

- she pushed herself out of the way and motionned with her arm as if to say "go on~" in the most theatrical way

- you passed her without issues and soon found yourself on the roofs as planned in Mattsun's escape route and made it safely to the streets, rain still pouring

- you were finally letting out a breathe you didn't know you were holding all this time

- you were alive and most importantly, so was he

- you turned around and were ready to say something when he cut you off by grabbing your arms and pulling you into a kiss

- it was short but it managed to get his point across very well as well as warm you up when he wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his forehead against yours

- "i love you Y/N....i swear i didn't mean to hurt you and put you in danger like that....if i knew i would have done things differently i-"

- "i love you too Mattsun and it's never been a problem to me, i've done way more dangerous things in my life than rescue my boyfriend from getting killed dummy"

- in the end, you weren't alone

- somehow he had become, your escape plan from it

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