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blingblong55 · 9 months

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Hey Lover- Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

Based on a request:

Hihoooo!! Me again :3 not here for smut this time. It's my sad girl hours... Again. Soap picking up the broken pieces of Graves' ex who is completely broken from Graves cheating and dumping her cuz "The girl I'm with is better for me." I just want someone to fix me asap like seriously

F!reader, fluff, civilian!reader

Philip Graves, the man who ruined your very soul. You loved him, saw him as the most perfect man in this world. In one moment it all changed, he cheated, and told you a lie that you of course believed. In November, after you and him ended things he was on a mission. Met a man nicknamed Soap, and they talked about their lives, becoming close friends. At some point, he talks about you, and talks about you, Soap didn't know names or faces.

In March, you met him, you were at a dinner with friends when you just couldn't take the loud crowds anymore. You walk outside and bump into him. "Shit, sorry," you say, already feeling overwhelmed. "No, I should apologise, I didn't see where I was going." His Scottish accent was rough.

"I didn't either." You look at him. You both chuckle and he extends his hand, "John, friends call me Johnny" You shake his hand, "R/N," you smile a little. No man will ever love you. His words ring through.

"Nice to meet you, R/N."

"Nice to meet you too, John.."

"Johnny to you.." he winks and you nod, "Johnny." you softly say.

There was an awkward silence between the two of you. "So, are you...single? It's not like you look like the kind to be...I'm not calling you... Anything rude, you are just so..pretty and I keep on talking... Why don't I just give you my whole life story while I keep rambling." he spoke fast and you chuckled. He was so adorable this way, how nervous he was because of you. The first time he was ever this way with a woman. He took a deep breath and looked at you, "can I get a redo so you think I'm much cooler than I appear right now?" eyes pleading for just a second chance.

"um...yes...I mean I think you already did such a good job but sure"

"Hi, I'm Johnny and I'd like to take you out somewhere someday if you let me that is."

Graves was like this in the beginning, so sweet and such a gentleman and of course things changed. It was so hard to trust men like him and now here you were, thinking that maybe history repeats itself and this man in front of you would do what Graves did.

After that night, Soap started to prove he meant what he said on the first date. You opened up about an ex when noticed how hesitant you were with him. "Sounds fuckin' stupid but believe me, I will prove you wrong, I am better. Can you give me a chance?"

Since then he and you have created some rules and boundaries. (bold are rules made by him)

If he knows you are uncomfortable, he will apologise or not mention it and move on

You must accept all the flowers he gives you

You can say no to everything and he will not pry or do anything forcefully (unless you haven't eaten which will result in him trying to feed you)

If you think he is talking to some other girls (romantically), you can and will stop all communication with him

You can take all his hoodies and even shirts as long as he can get a kiss on the cheek as payment

No more talking about exes or situation-ships

If you are insecure about anything, body, actions or emotions, he wants you to be open about them, and never leave anything unsaid

Never argue and go to sleep, talk it out.

Goodbye kisses before missions are a must

For months on end, he has followed all the rules and boundaries you have set for yourself. Even if he needs a hug you aren't currently comfortable with, he will wait and never complain. One night, you saw graves with some new girl by his side. He was kissing her, and he saw you and Soap. But before you could even think clearly, Soap wrapped his arms around you. Kissing your cheek and whispering sweet nothings.

One night, your insecurities got the best of you, you had been trying to wear some dress for an event. Back then, Graves would've made some comment that would make you stay indoors for quite some time. "You look ridiculous, too much for what? take it off, you look hideous anyways."

"You look so beautiful," his voice soft, eyes glued to your dress then your face. "Seriously, the most gorgeous girl in this world and I get to be in your presence? What a lucky fucker I am." Arms wrapped around your waist, he and you looking at the mirror. "You really take my breath away, R/N." He kissed your cheek. Mesmerised is what you had this man at. He truly worships the ground you walk on. His personal goddess, if he could, he'd built you, your own Taj Mahal. You can see the love in his eyes, one look at you and you melt him away.

Two days into the relationship, he got on his knees in front of you. You sat on the sofa, looking down at him, confused. "What are you doing?"

"One, I'm taking your shoes off, two, I think you look ravishing in this light I just needed more angles to look from." You smile and look away. The first time he had complimented you this way.

Slowly, he sat patiently and watched as you healed. He saw how you found a new meaning in life. Life brought back to your beautiful eyes, a smile that was no longer hidden. Graves past comments about your body, laugh, ideas, smile, and dreams were all erased one by one, all possible because he gave you space and time to heal. The days where you cried over how easily he loved you and accepted all of you were the days he was the most proud, not because of your tears but because you were learning you are indeed loveable and worthy of much more. Nights and days where he sat on your bed as you bawled your eyes out, the many mornings he woke up to your smile, evenings where you'd get random bursts of energy, those are the times he loves you the most.

Soap has been in love the minute he saw you, and took time to realise he was not just any passing star but rather the man you are walking the aisle to. He scrubbed you clean and clothed you with silk clothes. Kiss your scars, and bad memories and create better ones. New love and old ones all came together to create the perfect time you and him would fall in love.

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A/N: Really hope you like it :)

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cherrycherryking · 1 year

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Hi! I love your stuff with Wally!! I was wondering if you could do Wally (Or Eddie if you write for him) with a reader who likes to write and make up fun stories to share with friends? (You don’t have to but I think it’d be cute) Oki have a nice daaaay :))

sooo idk if you just wanted this to be just and x reader or a character ideas, so, i did both!! hope you like it <3

(+some drawings!)

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Wally Darling x Gen!Reader (platonic or romantic) Eddie Dearest x Gen!Reader (platonic or romantic)

Writer Character

✧We got ourselves a little writer!

✧Or maybe an author, or a librarian, or a poet- point is! You love to write and create this silly funny stories for all of your friends to see.

✧Some fun concepts for a character like this could be a bee cause spelling bee! Or a mouse because library mouse (or just whatever you like)

✧We know in the show there was storybook sections. I think a lot of these would be narrated and a lot of times even created by you!

✧I can picture your segment starting with the camera focusing on you reading or writing, then inviting the viewer to follow the story along. As you may imagine for a kids show they all had a neat message at the end.

✧Oh, and another resident smarty pants! I can think of some chapters or scenes where you teach spelling and grammar. "No, is not t-h-e-y-r-e, they're birthday, but t-h-e-i-r, their birthday!" (or maybe like me you suck at spelling, so ignore this lol)

✧For outfits i can suggest plaid pattern, glasses, a vest or maybe a cardigan! You can either go for a well put together smart little guy or a mess of a bookworm (that's like a scale on my head.)

✧Sally and you could be good friends now that i think about it! She loooves to make her friends perform her plays and you're just the perfect helper for that.

(if you use this as a base credit me and tag me so i can see!!)

✧Maybe appear with Frank as well, I think he could borrow books if you have a library or even have a little book club with other neighbors :]

───────────.★..─╮ Eddie x Reader ─..★.───────────╯

✧Oh you appear to help when he's teaching arts and crafts!

✧If you're big into reading, or trying to publish a book or any other sort of thing then you would see Eddie pretty often because he would always have a package or letter for you.

✧He's a bit of a forgetful klutz so you always make sure to help him a little by organizing a calendar for him! Writing down stuff you know for sure he'll forget.

✧Yes it makes him a little bit embarrassed to say the least but he's infinitely grateful of your help.

✧Every single morning in his usual route if he has the time, he always goes past your house to say hello and catch up on what you have been writing! Eddie is interested in the story you have and always listens to it with so much focus, almost as if you were telling him the hottest latest gossip of them all.

(help my poor soul im getting into an art block. eddie someday i will make you justice i promise.)

✧Or maybe you walk with him a little to accompany him. Just a heads up! Be ready to catch him when he inevitably falls because of some marbles julie forgot to pick up, a plastic duck (Barnaby- pick up your trash!) or just because!!

✧But is all worth it at the end of the day. Eddie always has time for you and your rambles. Only problem is he likes everything you write so he's not the best person if you're searching for criticism!

───────────.★..─╮ Wally x Reader ─..★.───────────╯

✧As the most prominent character of the series the plot follows Wally, and that's a way you two end up talking so much for a starters.

✧Any time Wally is staring at his canvas with no idea of what to draw he thinks "Well, they surely will have an idea" and go search for you (that is if you're not already there).

✧Thinking about how many chapters could follow the formula of you and Wally brainstorming ideas for a story, with him drawing what you narrate (and we come back to the storybook sections of the show!)

✧He would ask you "what are you doing today, neighbor?" to which you respond that you are writing about something! He asks what, you respond, he asks for more context of your story and- well now you're infodumping to him telling him all about what you have so far.

✧Oh but he would definitely be the type to draw your characters because "they are a lot of fun".

✧Picturing calm afternoons consisting of the two of you doing parallel play and every so often showing the other your progress <3

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by the end i kinda got into an artblock 😭😭 og plan was to make two rendered drawings, one for wally other for eddit yet it appears i flew too close to the sun. my god.

also this is my first time writing eddie so i'm not sure if i captured him correctly! in any case thank you so much for reading.

#i forgot a chunk of sallys hair AGAIN #also i was going to draw yn correctly #but i just. couldnt???#so i doom all of you to look like a muppet. apologies #request #welcome home #welcome home arg #welcome home sally #welcome home eddie #welcome home wally #sally starlet #eddie dear #wally darling

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andydrysdalerogers · 3 months

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The Type You Save ~ F O U R T E E N

James "Bucky" Barnes and OFC Alexandra "Alex" Richards

Detective James Barnes hasn't seen the love of his life in three years. Since the night she was almost caught stealing a painting. He knows it was her and she disappeared leaving him confused and heart broken.

Alexandra Richards never expected to be pulled back into her old life two years after she left it. She had found love and a home and was happy. Until a note blackmailed her to take one last job. Three years later she walked into the last person she expected to see in San Francisco. Because he lived in New York right?

They always put family before everything. And he would do anything to get his family back. Because she's the type you save.

TW: mob, death, smut, rape intentions, angst, guns, family abandonment, dub-con, manipulation

A/N: The Tag list is open! Only four more chapters after this!

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

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Previous: T H I R T E E N

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

When Alex started out in her former life, bullet proof vests were not the norm. It wasn’t needed. She was agile, quick. The need to protect her body was in her reflexes not in a vest. But here she was, in the ready room of the police station, listening to her husband.

“Alex, this vest will take the impact of a bullet. It will hurt if you get fired upon, but it can stop almost any bullet to the chest. But please doll, don’t instigate the lunatic to fire at you.” James looked at her with a knowing look.

“Like I would do that,” Alex scoffed, rolling her eyes.

“Alexandra,” he said in warning.

“Fine. No poking the crazy man. I got it.” She kissed him softly. “Only poke your crazy.”

“Are you deflecting?”

“Maybe.” She starts to play with the straps as James clipped the bracelet in place.

“Ok test.”

“Loud and clear, Barnes,” Zemo replied. “Audio is up as is tracking.”

“Perfect. So, Steve will run you to the location and I will be with Stark a couple of buildings away. I’m leaving now. Alex,” he put his hands on her shoulders to get her to focus, “you get the information, and you walk away. Don’t do anything stupid. I need you to come home, ok?”

Alex’s lip trembled. “Ok. In and out.”

“Exactly. I’ll be listening, doll.” He glanced around. “Can we have the room for just a second?” The team filed out, leaving husband and wife alone. “Please Allie, promise me you’ll come home.”

“I promise Jamie. But promise me if Grey loses it, you protect our baby at all costs.”

“I promise my love. I love you, Allie.”

“I love you, Jamie.”

James closed his eyes. He kissed her hard and breathed her in. “Ok, let’s get going.”

Alex and Steve rode in a non-descript car to the wharf. Alex’s leg was bouncing. Steve reached over and took her hand. “I won’t let anything to you or him or Drew. You know that right?”

“I know.” She squeezed his hand. “Promise you won’t let him do anything stupid.”

“I promise to try. But the only thing he’s dumb on is his love for you.” Steve smiled. “Did I ever tell you that I was the one who pushed him to talk to you?”

“Really?”

“Yeah, he saw you and was dumbstruck. He told me later that you were just the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. I’ve known this punk forever and he’s never said that.” Steve laughed and shook his head.

Alex smiled. “No offense Stevie, but that’s what I thought of James. Most handsome guy I’d ever seen.”

“You guys were meant for each other. Hope I get that someday.”

“Steve, I know you will. You’re too good of a guy not to. You know you’re my best friend. I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“I know Ale. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

They pulled into the parking lot and walked to the specific building. “Alex, remember, get the info and get out.”

“I know Stevie.” She hugged him hard. “See you on the flip side.” She walked into the building.

Christian Grey was waiting. Waiting to see his kitten, his pet. Four years since the last time he saw her. She was different. A mother. It only enhanced her beauty to him. He watched as she walked towards him. “Hello pet.”

“Mr. Grey,” she replied in a hard tone. She noted Nate leaning against the far wall, a sad smile on his face.

“Don’t need to take the attitude with me, kitten.” He looked her over. “You look well.”

“Thanks, I think.”

“Motherhood suits you. Of course, it should have been with me.”

Alex bit back the retort in her throat. “I’m here to listen to your offer, if you want to call it that. What do you want?”

Grey smiled. “Let’s have a seat. Walker, can you get some refreshments for our guest?”

Alex stiffened as John Walker walked in with a decanter and a couple of highball glasses. “Hello Kitty.”

“Walker.” She watched him as he poured a couple of fingers of whiskey in each glass. He went to stand behind Grey and smirked at how uncomfortable she was.

“So, Alexandra. You thought you were so clever. Leaving me with a fake while you skipped town.”

“Not clever, no. Genius maybe.” She could feel James groaning at her cockiness.

“I have missed that smart mouth, Miss Richards. Excuse me, Mrs. Barnes,” he sneered. “You married the cop as it seems.”

“And had his baby, but you knew that right? I can guess that either Walker told you while he tailed us, or Nate did after his offer.”

“Walker,” confirming her suspicions. Grey rounded her. “You let another man touch what is mine.”

“I was never yours. Not after you took a child’s innocence away.” Alex looked at him with a hard look. “We had a code. You broke it.”

“I did what had to be done to protect my business.”

“And I did what I had to, to protect my soul.”

“Your soul? No, your soul was sold the minute your brother betrayed you. Still haven’t been able to find the little rat but no matter. I got my kitten instead.” He grasped her chin. “You are still my perfect kitten, and that little boy should be mine.”

“Stay away from my son.”

“I would never hurt a hair on his little body. He is a part of you, Alexandra.” Grey smile sadistically. “Unless of course you make the wrong decision.”

Alex tried not to tremble in fear. She didn’t know how much of this they guys were hearing but she hoped James wouldn’t react irrationally. “What is it?”

“I want you to walk out of this building by my side and stay with me where ever I go. In return, I will let your husband, your son and all of your friends live. Simple.”

“You really think I would leave without my son? Do you honestly believe that I would leave my husband?”

“If you knew what was good for you, you would.”

“I would rather do anything else, including killing myself before I went back to you.”

“Are you sure about that?” Before Alex can say anything else, Grey pulls out a tablet.  “Before you decline Mrs. Barnes, take a look at this.”  And the image haunts her. She can see the live feed outside, James watching her with a sniper scope on him. The other of her son.

“Drew,” she cries. “What did you do?”

“Nothing. We have him, he’s fine. But he won’t be if you don’t come to an amicable agreement. What do you say Alex? You for your husband and son’s life.”

Alex looks down, tears flooding. “Ok, you win,” she whispered.

“Wonderful.” He smirks at her. “I knew it; you just needed the right push to make the right decision. You walk out, say your goodbye and we leave. Nate, get the car. Walker, behind. If they try anything Alexandra, your husband dies.”

Grey lifts her up to walk out of the building and its surrounded.  James is waiting, gun drawn, hoping all was ok when the bracelet stopped broadcasting.  He sees Alex walking with Grey. “Allie?”

She looks at him.  “I’m sorry.” She looks down to see the red dot on his chest and James looks down as well, looking back up in horror. “You promised,” she tells Grey.

“Nothing is going to happen, pet.  Let’s get to the car.”  He continues to walk as the tears don’t let up.  “Oh and Inspector,” he calls over to James.  “You might want to check the home front.” He slams the car door after Alex climbs in.  James pulls his phone out and calls Nat.  No answer.

“Fuck! Stark! Do you have eyes on the safe house?”

“Tact team delta, response,” Tony says into the radio.  Silence. “Shit.  Bravo team, try and follow Grey. Gamma team with me and Barnes to the safe house.”

James is at the safe house in three minutes. The team is there on alert. “Why the fuck weren’t you guys answering?!” Tony yells

“Boss, there was no call.” The team leader hands over his comms as James races up to the safe house. “Nat! Wanda!”

“Bucky? What’s wrong?”

“You guys didn’t answer and…”

“Daddy!” Drew launches himself into his father’s arms.

“Oh thank God. Chief, are you ok?”

“Yeah, Auntie Wanda and Auntie Nat have been practicing my writing with me. Wanna see?”

“In a minute Chief, ok? I need to talk to your aunts and uncles.” He kisses his son on the head.

He heads out to see Steve, Tony, Nat and Wanda waiting for him. “I thought Grey had taken him. Alex, she looked so scared, and I know she wouldn’t have left if she didn’t think me and Drew were in trouble.”

“We found a blocker on the mail box.” Tony hands him a device. “It threw a net wide enough to cover the house and the team. We need to be careful.”

“Why?”

“Because only someone in SFPD would have known where your kid was. We have a mole.”

Steve and James look at each other. Steve nods as James pulls out his phone. “Good thing we didn’t tell everyone about the secondary tracker.” He goes into the app and activates the tracking device. “When do we start interrogating people?”

“As soon as we get back, but I have a hunch on who it is. Let’s get moving.” They race back to the station where communications are up with the Bravo team. Tony instructed the delta team to stay put but added electronic sweeps. “What is the update?” He ordered.

“Bravo team is still in pursuit of the suspects. You were right sir; the bracelet was compromised, and the feed cut about 10 minutes in.”

“Goddammitt,” James swore. “Where is Zemo?”

“He’s not with you?” The dispatcher looked at him. “Inspector Zemo radioed that he was following you to the safe house.”

“Fuck!” Tony walked out to go back to his office. James and Steve followed. “I knew that motherfucker would rat. Can you track her Barnes?”

“I got her. They are still moving, east towards Tahoe.”

“Bravo team, where are you headed?”

“South sir, towards Los Angeles.”

Steve growled. “Zemo set the cars. That bastard is on Grey’s payroll.”

“Once they stop, we can plan our attack. Barnes, we will get Alex back, I promise. Go home. Be with your son.” Tony looked at him. “He needs you.”

“Thank you, sir. Steve?”

“I’m gonna track her. I just want to make sure that she’s ok.”

“Thank you, punk.”

“End of the line jerk.”

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fireinthefireproofvault · 13 days

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@w-a-l-t-e-r @little-bunny-in-space here we go, I finally made them 😁 these are my M*A*S*H OCs in the style of my favorite picrew.

This is Alexandra “Al” Patterson. She hates to be called by her full name out and about, jokingly adding “Call me Alexandra in bed” when she chastises people about it. She used to go out boating a lot in the Narraganset Bay back in her and her sister’s Rhode Island home, and her boyfriend of sorts (she acts a lot more fine about the breakup than she cares to admit, playing it off as a sort of friendship with benefits but deep down she viewed it as a relationship and he was just having fun) Stan would take her out and go fishing too. Enjoying life’s pleasures, Al is the more forward sister, clever with her words and easily able to keep up with characters like Klinger, BJ, and Hawkeye, who she has an initial attraction to but her sister warns about her getting involved with (Does she listen? No. Are the consequences as bad as her sister thinks? Maybe I should write a fic to put this all in 😂). For all her seemingly carefree and light ways Al is a very skilled nurse who isn’t afraid to think outside of the box or take charge- she’s the one you wanna call to hold a fighter down! Hawkeye and BJ prefer working with her along with some of the others, teasing Margaret that she’s a lot like her but with a softer touch!

Abigail Patterson, unlike her older sister, hates to be called anything but her full name and always gets upset and corrects her teasing sister when Al introduces her as “Abby”. Abigail is far more prudish than her sister, believing in doing things the proper way and turning up her nose at how the army people behave. She’s also never been around like Al has, so she is quite innocent and fearful; thus she ends up getting compared to Radar who she does become friends with. Abigail has a soft spot for reading poetry, which Al teases her about, and is something of a hopeless romantic who wants to get married someday. She also dreams of visiting Europe and seeing all the amazing art and culture there. Abigail looks at the world with childlike wonder and wishes to explore, which actually lends to her nursing skills because every little detail and tiny function of the body fascinates her, so she is very thorough, truly invested, and notices even the most minute error. She ends up working a lot with Charles, who enjoys the way she looks up to him and pays him lots of compliments as well as her methods, and because she can be a bit slower the other surgeons tease her about it and say Charles can have her, they’re a perfect match!

There’s more but I’ll stop there for now! I’ve toyed with really sitting down and writing the fic but I’m not sure if anyone wants to see it hehe~ thanks for reading this 😁

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an-inspired-eternity · 2 months

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ok full transparency this is infact. an au i still really want to write. but you know how it is the 2020s urge to just have no joy or motivation to make creative fan products

ANYWAY my wxs* focused fantasy au!! i have a couple rp blogs for it but that's the closest i get to making content for it rn..

*other characters involved but wxs has the most developed and involved

ANYWAY let me go sicko mode under the cut hehe. taking a bit from my rui blog bc i dont wanna retype all dat

worldbuilding

there is a big magical forest at the center of the region, it's considered dangerous and somewhat risky to travel through, as the inhabitants (which are primarily either magic users/"witches" or other inhuman beings. but there's also some standard like. fantasy jrpg monsters yk how it is) consider it their safe home and may not take kindly to outsiders or anyone trying to harm the forest.

magic users have varying reputations in the kingdoms outside of the forest, some don't mind and maybe even are welcoming towards them, others frown upon it but ultimately don't care, but some might even consider it taboo or forbidden to dabble in. it's for this reason that magic users born in the kingdoms may ultimately leave their homes to live in the safety of the forest instead

virtual singers (theyre the only ones to come up in story, but not the only ones) are among many of the guardians of the region, originating from the forest.

miku is basically the god of the world (likely under another name- or the goddess's name is known only as hatsune but not miku), but can't physically interfere in her primary state (think the law of cycles from pmmm), and so sends "fragments" of herself (sekai mikus) to help people and in the case of this au its the prsk characters

wxs :)

the otori family are the rulers of one of the kingdoms (the kingdoms do not have names. do not look at me), rakunosuke, the original king of the otori kingdom before emu's father kounosuke took over, was a lot more of open to magic users and other fantastical beings, and taught his son and grandchildren accordingly. when he passed, however, kounosuke and his elder sons would teach the younger children to be more fearful and wary- that not every being they'd encounter would be friendly

tsukasa & saki grew up in a small town with their parents, but fell on unexpected hard times, this resulted in them having to leave the town and it's inhabitants behind, the two ended up on their own, later joined by a semi amnesiac toya, where they were later adopted and raised by the otoris, being raised as royalty accordingly. (tsukasa trained to be a knight however, and toya felt very strongly about not wanting to be a heir unless absolutely necessary, resolving to use his smarts to tutor the other kids)

hinata helps emu and saki do their hair btw they r the sisters ever

rui is a natutal born magic user who grew up in a town that was not quite favorable to them- atleast not to magic users who don't restrain themselvesm rui wanted to experiment with his magic to see what he could do- all for the sake of helping people- be it healing, or doing visual tricks to make others smile, but the other villagers were afraid and/or distrusting of him. fearful of the villagers turning that hatred towards his parents, rui fled the village one night without telling his parents (at best leaving a note explaining why he left) to go stay in the forest.

nene is a friend of rui's- a mermaid from said forest, rui would visit when he was younger, coming to see her at the lake she stayed at. there, alongside their third companion (mizuki), the kids would discuss all sorts of things- magic, nature, society, the world.. nene doesn't know much of the world outside the forest, but wants to see the ocean someday.

tsukasa went out on a patrol to scout the areas of the region a bit further out from where the kingdom was situated- it's there he comes across rui and his "familiars" (kaito and wxs!miku) and the story begins! but tsukasa's big adventure also inspires emu to go on one of her own and play catch up ✨️

#answers #project sekai #wonderlands x showtime #prsk fantasy au #OK I THINK THATS A DECENT AMNT... ITS ALMOST 1 AM WHAT IS BRO YAPPING ABT

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barb-l · 5 months

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A, R, U?

(🫶🏽 thank you for your support)

Oh man. I dont wanna sound like I'm tooting my own horn, but I genuinely find it hard to choose because I love my fics dearly. I enjoy writing so much, almost as much as I do drawing.

In no particular order, one of them is my Power Rangers 2017 fic Code Yellow. Idk if I've told her this(probably not cuz i dont much like to talk about my feelings) but the premise of Kimberly and the rest of the OG's being much older than the next rangers, with Kimberly serving as the next Yellow Ranger's mentor was inspired by my friendship with another PR fic writer(if you know unicorn affair then you know she's a legend). We became friends when I was like 17 and still relatively new to accepting my queerness, so getting to be friends with an older sapphic woman who was very kind, into the same things I was, and was in a loving relationship with another woman? It was very comforting and filled me with hope. Kimberly and Aisha's dynamic aren't the same as my dynamic with that person, but I can say that I projected a lot of my feelings over the warm comfort of having a friend that was like an older sister to Aisha.

I haven't made myself finish it yet, but I have hope I will even now years later. This is a snippet from my drafts

Another one is "Courtship Woes", the second part of a fic series for probably the craziest ship I've ever shipped, Wednesday Addams and Lydia Deetz from the musical version of Beetlejuice. It's a very different Wednesday from what a lot of you are probably used to in my Wenclair fics tho, as it's characterized as a mixture of Ms Ricci's version in the 90's movie and the animated version voiced by Chloe Grace Moretz. While I like to think of Jenna's Wednesday to be more like Morticia, I wrote this Wednesday to be a lot more like Gomez. So I guess I already have written a Gomezified Wednesday. Huh.

And, predictably, the other one is "raven in the den, wolf in the nest". I'm still really proud of what I've accomplished for this fic. The final chapter was especially very healing to write with Wednesday's confession affecting Enid's confrontation with Esther in the climax of the fic. The whole point of the Addams Family isn't the gothicness necessarily, but that they were supposed to be the topsy-turvy of what is conventional. It was one of the main points of that fic, with Morticia fainting over the thought of her wonderful spawn dating an adorable rainbow being the topsy-turvy version of the disapproving parent trope. That confession was supposed to go along with that theme too. In typical stories that involve monsters, the crux of that romance is the person's love of the other person despite them being a beast. But Wednesday isn't a typical girl. Loving a murderous beast would be what's expected of a grim girl like Wednesday, but the best thing about Wenclair is how they still keep the topsy-turvy theme for Addamses. Enid is insecure about not being the ferocious monster she's supposed to be, yet despite all odds Wednesday loves her regardless. She grew so dang attached to her even before Enid got the chance to shift and that's both so unexpected but makes so much sense of Wednesday Addams.

Fredrik Backman is my absolute favorite writer. The way he writes grief and loneliness alongside humor and love in his works is just phenomenal. It just saddens me that I do not understand a lick of Swedish and can only rely on the english translated copies, so I can't say that I fully know how he writes his prose as translations can only go so far. But I can say that the emotions he evokes in his writings is what I always try to strive for. To make my readers tear up as much as I could make them laugh. Or maybe more of the latter. Like a warm hug.

(also wow that's very wenclai--)

I apologize for cheating and choosing my OC's, but I think I'd want to actually write a fic with Vega and Sora someday.

#asks #this became a monster sorry

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kaisacobra · 3 months

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I’ll be sending you the invoice for the therapy session I’ll be needing after reading “Second Best”, I should’ve stayed curious😔. KIDDING, I fucking loved it and can’t wait for the emotional turmoil you’ll be putting all of us through in part two!

I vote on R being alive, you said you weren’t sure if you’d kill her off for the angst but I think having to grieve somebody who’s still alive in this particular story would be very interesting. If she dies, no doubt in my mind that R would forever infest Tara’s every waking moment but I don’t want her to die sad. It’s not even that I want a happy ending for Tara, I want a happy ending for R, whether or not that’s with Tara(if it’s with Tara she has A LOT of groveling to do).

When it comes to situations like this, one of the things I think that levels the playing field is if R says something hurtful (maybe more hurtful cause what I wrote down below, R is just spitting FACTS). I already know nothing she can say would ever be as hurtful as what Tara said but something along the lines of.

Tara: Alright my bad, can we just forget it ever happened?

R: Why should we? So you can do it again next week?

Tara: Y/N please… -

R: No I’m sick of this! You know what your fucking problem is? I’m the only person who’s never left you, who’s always been there for you! But you’re the most selfish and self-serving person I know and you’re so fucking used to being abandoned that you actually think I’m obsessed! I mean you care more about your dead ex who tried to murder us- more than you care about me, and it’s made me realize that just means you don’t care about me. You never have. You’re more trouble then you’re worth Tara, I think-… I know I’d be a lot happier if I never hear from you again.

You said you weren’t sure if you’d follow the plot of the Scream movies, whether or not you do. I think Quinn getting close to R would hurt Tara. After the first chapter I do believe R wouldn’t really be around the group much, because subconsciously she’ll still value Tara’s comfort over her own and want them to be there for Tara instead of her. So that would leave R in a vulnerable position and make it incredibly easy for Quinn to befriend R, all it would take is R seeing her do things for her that Tara wouldn’t do. Since Quinn is Tara’s roommate and they hangout in the same friend group I think having to see that in person would not only make Tara jealous but really magnify her neglectful and harsh treatment of R. ESPECIALLY if Quinn is still a murderer in the next chapter because then Tara would undoubtedly blame herself for R’s death near experience, because she’d be the reason that all it took was someone doing the bare minimum (I’d want Quinn to do more than just the bare minimum for revenge jealousy but that’s just me) to get R to trust them.

Your writing is really good so at the end of the day I’ll be happy with anything! Thank you for sharing your work with us and I hope you have a wonderful day, you deserve it babe.

First of all, I really appreciate the words and i absolutely LOVE your thoughts on it. Seriously, you wrote them so well, i honestly think you could also write some great stories someday if that's something you would want to do. (If you do, please tell me because I'll be eagerly reading it🤭)

I'm trying my best to keep things mysterious so the stuff you read on part 2 can still be surprising BUT you make some great points and I wouldn't be shocked if some of those things actually end up happening, but who knows🤫

Thank U so much for sharing your thoughts and i also hope you have a wonderful day (or night, yk, timezones)

#✦: 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑠

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softguarnere · 11 months

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Like A Girl (Like A Man)

Shifty Powers x ofc

Chapter 19: A Native American in Paris

Summary: When he returns, he hands Zenie a postcard with a picture of the Eiffel Tower on it. “It’s not as good as having a picture taken in front of it, but, you know, I thought that it might be somethin’.” A/N: When I first started writing this fic, I always imagined D-Day as the beginning of a "Part Two" in the story. Regardless of what act we're in, this definitely feels like an intermission point for me. So I just wanted to take the time to say thank you for sticking with me this far, and I hope you'll hang around for the rest of the story <3 Warnings: mentions of war, drinking, implied sex Taglist: @latibvles @lady-cheeky @liebgotts-lovergirl @mrs-murder-daddy @lieutenant-speirs @ithinkabouttzu

France, 1944

Passes all around! It’s so much different from life back at Toccoa. It feels so long ago now that Zenie’s hands would clench into fists at her side when Captain Sobel would make up some excuse to revoke her pass. Maybe this is to make up for the fact that they got so few of these back in Georgia.

Paris is the keyword floating all around the barracks. All Zenie’s friends score passes to the City of Light. After the dreary days of sitting in mud in Holland, the prospect of exploring the city seems like a marvelous makeup for the eighty-something days stuck waiting. Zenie finds herself with a forty-eight hour pass to the famed city in her hands. The idea of someday getting the chance to brag to Marilyn that she visited the Eifel Tower makes her laugh. Then Shifty meets her eye from across the room and announces that he also has a pass to Paris – and on the same day as her. And suddenly the city that Zenie has hardly ever spared a thought for seems brighter and full of more possibilities than anything Marilyn used to describe while fawning over her books.

Especially because they still haven’t been alone.

Having friends is such a change of pace from Zenie’s life before running away. She loves them, and being with them. Lately, however, it seems like she can’t get a second away from them.

Mourmelon-le-Grand for R&R. Except the Rest in “Rest and Relaxation” has somehow turned into preparing for a football game that Zenie cannot seem to come up with a good enough excuse to not play in.

“Look,” she finally tells Babe one day in the barracks when he won’t stop pestering her about it. “I’m no good at football. My older brother played baseball, so that’s what I was taught. It’d be different if you wanted me to be a pitcher.” Or if we were playing any game that wouldn’t get me tackled, crushed, and exposed, she doesn’t add.

Babe swats his hand, pushing away her words. “Well lucky for you, you’ve got me to teach you. And I’m great at football, Tommy. I could have you ready for this game in a matter of days.”

“You tryin’ to get little Tommy a Purple Heart by getting’ all his bones crushed, ya mean?”

Everyone in the barracks jumps at the sound of a familiar voice – one whose absence has been heavily felt.

“Bill!”

The Italian spreads his arms as wide as his smile as he fully enters the room. He’s limping, but it doesn’t damper his smile. “What? Ya think you’d never see me again or somethin’?”

“Didn’t know how long ya were gonna baby that leg,” Babe quips, ducking when the taller man makes a move to affectionately ruffle his hair.

“Baby it? Yeah right. You know who you’re talkin’ to, Heffron? I made ‘em cut the cast off early so I could get back here and keep your ass in line!”

“Yeah, and God knows we needed that, because he keeps trying to get Tommy killed,” Joe says from his place on his bunk.

A cloud of seriousness crosses Bill’s face as he turns to her. “You really that bad at football?”

Well I should be, considering that I’ve never played, Zenie thinks. Instead, she nods. “The worst.”

“Someone could probably fix that. Not right now, though.” His smile returns as he glances over their group, a glint in his eye. “Any of you up for a little trip to Lulu’s?”

In the moment, there’s nothing particularly special about Lulu’s or the night that they spend there. (Besides, maybe, the fact that Bill missed the party with the Red Devils, and they feel the need to make up for all the fun he missed.) They drink too much and dance too fast and sing too loudly. On the way back to barracks, they cling to each other and laugh brightly as they haul each other home – a real team effort. With promising days of R&R ahead of them, they go to bed, already thinking of having this kind of fun night after night.

The place is a frenzy of excitement. The football game creeps ever closer and practices pick up with the mounting tensions. (Personally, Zenie’s not sure why anyone would worry when Joe Toye is playing for their team.) Passes are being taken into the cities, and each time a group of soldiers returns to brag about the fun he had, the harder Zenie’s heart pounds in her chest when she thinks about how she and Shifty both have passes to Paris.

“Two more days,” she notes as casually as she can in line for breakfast one day. “Never heard of half the places people are talking about.”

“Me neither. But a lot of the fellas seem to think it’s mighty fun there. Lots to do.”

Zenie hums in agreement. “Probably a lot of walking around the city.”

“Probably.”

“Lots of time to talk.”

As he scoops eggs onto his plate, Zenie catches him biting his lip. It doesn’t hide his smile. “Definitely.”

Lucky does not even begin to describe how Zenie feels when she learns that she and Shifty seem to be the only ones of their friends to have passes to Paris. After every chance that she might have had to speak with him has been thwarted, part of her is on edge, waiting for the other shoe to drop, expecting something else to keep them apart.

They leave the barracks amiably enough. They make small talk as they board the train and make their way towards the city.

“This is my third time,” one of the soldiers in their train car brags as they ride. He quirks an eyebrow at them. “You ever been to Paris?”

“Never,” Zenie replies as Shifty shakes his head.

The soldier only nods. “Well, it doesn’t disappoint, I’ll tell you that much. You just have to know all the right places to look if you want to have a good time.”

“I think we’ll manage.”

And they do. Shifty has already seen the city while out on a different pass with Popeye. Once they get off the train, though, he only smiles at Zenie and lets her take the lead, making suggestions about the fastest way to get places as they go.

As they weave their way through the people and the streets, they talk. Not in the way that Zenie has been waiting for them to, but at least they’re talking. More than they have been lately, too, which is enough for her. It’s enough just to see him smile at her as he regales her with stories of what he and Popeye saw and did while using their passes, and she tells him about Marilyn’s travel books that her sister would stare at for hours at night. It’s enough for their fingers to brush when Shifty buys a piece of pain au chocolat, then breaks it down the middle and hands her half. It's enough to watch his eyes light up when she uses a gentle finger to wipe a smudge of chocolate off his upper lip. This is what she imagined when she pictured them having a secret relationship. This is what she’s been missing.

But, she has to remind herself, this is what Shifty was worried would get them caught. The memory of that night at the brothel makes her chest ache. He didn’t think this would be possible until after the war. And maybe he still doesn’t want it until then. She won’t know until they get to talk – really talk.

“It’s big, ain’t it?” Shifty asks when they stop in front of the Eiffel Tower.

The famed tower is impressive. With the elevators not operational, though, there isn’t much to do but stand under it and admire it from different angles. Zenie tries to soak it up in her mind so that she can remember it later.

“Here.” As if he can read her mind, Shifty steps away, heading towards an older woman with a cart. He counts out some money and hands it to her. She smiles as she hands him something. When he returns, he hands Zenie a postcard with a picture of the Eiffel Tower on it. “It’s not as good as having a picture taken in front of it, but, you know, I thought that it might be somethin’.”

“It’s perfect,” Zenie rushes to assure him. “Thank you, Shifty.”

The Virginian smiles, his cheeks tinged pink.

“You know,” he says. “If you’ve seen everything that you want to, I know somewhere that we can go. Away.”

As if to prove his point, a group of American soldiers walks behind them. Zenie and Shifty might have come here alone, without any of their other friends, but they’re not truly alone. Not yet.

Zenie pockets the postcard. “Lead the way.”

People bustle up and down the streets, laughing as they go. A few little kids point at her when they spot her, yelling in their excitement. It’s a bit like being back in Holland – well, the better part of being in Holland, when all the people had come out to welcome them with open arms. Zenie always makes sure to smile back, and salutes them just for the fun of it. It’s a nice distraction from the clammy feeling in her palms as she waits.

She spins around as the door of the hotel opens. Every time she’s hoped that it’s Shifty returning. This time, it really is him. He nods to her and flashes a key.

Up and up and up. The only sound on the stairwell is that of their boots echoing against the walls as they climb. Zenie glances at Shifty every now and then, feels him doing the same to her, but neither makes a move to speak. Maybe, like her, he’s trying to work out everything that he wants to say.

Peeling paint covers the door to their room. It’s at the end of the hallway, secluded, quiet. Zenie still glances over her shoulder as Shifty opens the door and ushers her inside.

This room is nothing like the one they talked in that night at the brothel. Whereas that room was dark and contained only a bed, this one is full of light and has not only a fluffy looking bed, but a vanity and a small doorway that leads to a bathroom. Something about the place makes it feel warm, and not just in temperature.

Closing the door behind her, Zenie stays in place even as Shifty walks further into the room. He glances back at her and, like that night at the brothel, gestures toward the bed.

“You wanna . . . ?”

The bed is just as fluffy as Zenie suspected it would be. It dips under their weight as they seat themselves. Also like that night, and against her better judgement, they sit close to each other. Really, what reason is there to not? Just like back in the foxholes of Holland, their knees bump into each other. They leave them there, pressing into each other.

This won’t be like last time, Zenie assures her heart as it pounds against her ribcage. Well, last time they had been holding hands when Shifty dropped the news –

No, he didn’t drop the news. He didn’t even get to finish what he wanted to say because Earl had started firing his gun and they had to leave the building. He was going to ask her to wait. And now . . . ?

She tries to find something to say, anything. They both start to speak at the same time. Words overlapping, they pause, each offering the other a small smile.

“Sorry,” Shifty says. “You first.”

Her first, with hardly a word at the ready. She says the first one that comes to mind, which is the only one she can properly associate with the whole situation that’s been playing out these past few months.

“I’m sorry. I wish we could start over.”

Slowly, Shifty nods. “Me, too. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He pauses, pushing a short sigh out through his nose. “When I was tryin’ to ask you to wait until after the war, I thought that I was protectin’ you. From this – “ He gestures around the room. “ – The sneaking around, and all that. But I didn’t consider, see, hurtin’ your feelings indirectly. I wanted to tell you, when I realized what had happened. But I could never seem to find you by yourself . . .”

Zenie cringes at the memory of dodging Shifty’s presence, of not meeting his eyes or looking directly at him until that night at the pub when Skinny asked him what he wanted to do after the war.

“That was my fault, and I’m sorry. I –“ She has to laugh, almost, at how stupid it seems now, to have been avoiding him. “ – I was trying to protect myself, and instead I ended up hurting you. And I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to.”

Silence falls over them. Then, like that night at the brothel, Shifty holds out his hand. There is no hesitation on Zenie’s part; of course she takes it, intwining their fingers together and relishing the feeling it sends down her spine.

“This is what we’ve been missing,” she realizes aloud.

Shifty nods. He lets out an unexpected laugh, shaking his head. “I can’t believe I was gonna put this off until the end of the war. Coulda been doin’ it the whole time.”

“But you were right to be worried. About being caught, I mean.”

“Maybe. After everythin’ we’ve been through, though, is it really worth the wait?”

This time, Zenie tries to take in the full meaning of his words instead of just assuming she knows what he means, or what’s about to happen.

“What do you mean?”

“The end of the war might be a long way off, you know,” Shifty says. “And, I don’t know. After all we’ve been through, I guess I’ve realized that nothin’ is for certain.” He pauses and meets her eye. He stares so deeply into her that it feels like he’s trying to read her mind. “I don’t mind it – the sneakin’ around, I mean – if you don’t. And the end of the war . . . Well, if you want, we can figure it out when we get there. Whenever that may be.”

Her heart lurches, ready to take the plunge with him.

“You want us to court?” She clarifies. Nothing will be left to chance or interpretation this time.

“Yes.”

Going with Shifty Powers. Of course she will, and she tells him as much. She only wishes she could tell her past self, all the way back in Toccoa, that this was coming; that version of Zenie would have never seen this coming.

Her hands shake. She wonders if he can feel them trembling against his. A laugh, a sigh of relief, and a jubilant cry all gather at the back of her throat. When she opens her mouth, she’s not sure which will come out.

“You know,” she says instead. “I think you’ve just made me the happiest girl in Paris.”

Shifty grins. “Zena, when we make it out of this war, I’ll make sure you’re the happiest girl in the whole world.”

The rest of the war, Zenie prays, will be kind to them.

With the forty-eight-hour pass, they don’t have to wait until the end of the war for Shifty to make her the happiest girl in the world. Alone in their hotel room, with nothing but a slant of moonlight that sneaks in through the crack in the curtains, they make up for all their lost time.

The next morning, they discover that the towels in the bathroom are just as fluffy as the bedding. The soft, white fabric leaves little trails of fuzz covering their bodies, and they giggle as they gently swat each other, trying to remove it.

Putting on her uniform after the night they have feels strange. For a day, she’s been Zenie again. Her performance has enjoyed an intermission. Now, as they wander the streets of Paris one last time before boarding the train that will take them back to Mourmelon-le-Grand, she’s stepping back into her role and heading into the second act as a changed woman.

Changed for the better, she hopes.

#band of brothers fanfic #shifty powers #shifty powers x ofc #shifty powers x original female character #band of brothers #band of brothers x ofc #oc zenie mcglamery #my writing #like a girl (like a man)

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lieutenant-amuel · 6 months

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Since I know you enjoy languages, what la gauges inspire the Marswickian phrases and language Freida and her family speak? Is it all a real language or do you mix it up?

I have a very interesting (no) story with Frida’s non-Avaloran origins that I probably already told everyone but I’ll share it again either way because I don’t want my answer to be too short ajdhfkkf.

For a long time I thought Maarswik was inspired by Scandinavian countries (Norway, Sweden, and Denmark). If you read WBTL since the beginning, you might remember her last name was Berg originally. Frida Berg. It honestly was a terrible choice because this is an extremely common last name, this is like Ivanov(a) in my own country, and it’s a bit boring. But I didn’t know what else to choose because I didn’t know the country Maarswik was based on.

But soon I faced another difficulty because I needed to name Frida’s parents and I didn’t know how because I didn’t know the freaking country. It was a moment when I had to take some action and so I asked Craig Gerber what country Maarswik was based on and he said Sint Maarten (yes, I talked to the Man himself and I still feel powerful for it even if I don’t use Twitter anymore)

But honestly his answer didn’t ease my pain because why the heck is King Lars literally one of the whitest character in the show if his kingdom is in the south

For this reason I divided Maarswik in two parts: the Northern Maarswik which would be located somewhere in the EverRealm equivalent of Europe (this is where Frida’s from) and the Southern Maarswik which would be located somewhere close to Avalor. I’m going to use these terms in my fic someday so this is just a warning because I don’t want to confuse anyone.

Anyway, they speak Dutch (and also English but I ignore it) in Sint Maarten, so I choose Dutch names for my Maarswikan characters. Those are Frida’s parents Hendrik and Cornelia Aakster, Frida’s uncle Karel Aakster, Frida’s friend Laurens de Wit, and another friend of Frida whom I haven’t introduced yet but her name is Willemijn Douwes. You should know it was painful as well because why nobody told me that it’s so difficult to find those names online.

Really, I even had to ask a Dutch person for help (and I’m still grateful, thank you again if you’re reading it <3) when I looked for the new surname for Frida and when I sent her the ones I liked she said that not all those surnames were Dutch and not all of them were even surnames and I just WHAT?!?! (read in the most squeaky and annoyed voice possible) why would people even put them in the list of Dutch surnames how can I trust anyone in the Internet 😭

Anyway, after this series of suffering I finally gave Frida a new surname and it’s Aakster. Frida Aakster.

And yes, I know that Frida is not the most common spelling of this name but she IS Frida. Not Freida, not Frieda, not Freda, not Friday, not Friaijdkfkda. I really suffered too much with her name to change anything again, so even if Frida looks weird for whatever reason, THIS is how her name is spelled. Blame her parents, not me (oh my goodness I’m now so tempted to write the whole scene when somebody asks how to spell Frida’s name, she says f r i d a, that person is like what the heck why, and she just shrugs ajhdnfj)

I think I made Frida use some Dutch phrases just once but maybe I’ll do it again. It’s fun and actually makes her sound like a foreigner which is kinda the effect I would like to achieve.

Anyway, to put my answer into several words: the language that inspires Maarswikan phrases is Dutch. One of these phrases is used in the 19th chapter (and I’ll probably replace it with another because I now realize it’s not fitting context wise x))

Another thing I would like to add is that Maarswik in my fic is inspired by the Netherlands, not Sint Maarten. If you remember the chapters A Trip to Maarswik and Gabe’s birthday, I already mentioned some Netherlands things there. Mostly food, but I’m going to add more in the future chapters since Frida is currently in Maarswik so if you see some unfamiliar words, they’re probably those Netherlands things ajhsnfj. And I also use Dutch honorifics such as Meneer and Mevrouw.

Yes, I know my interpretation is contrary to the canon but this is why I divided Maarswik in two parts. I do ruin canon but I ruin it with care.

Thank you for asking! And sorry for dropping so much unnecessary stuff you didn’t ask about ajhsnfk.

#Ask me anything #Was Born To Lead #Frida Aakster #Ajhdnfj sorry if I was a bit mean but this is not the first time I see Frida’s names misspelled #and this is a bit upsetting x)#And the same about the fic title #This is Was Born To Lead #Not Born To Lead #I know that ‘was’ implies the past tense #but I don’t think this is grammatically incorrect #so I’d appreciate if people used the same spellings/names as I the author use x)#I could escape so much pain if I made Frida from Satu as I originally planned #but heeey at least I have something to remember

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levi-4uckerman · 2 years

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Trial and Error (read full version on AO3!)

Eren Jaegar x Reader NSFW.

Setting: Modern/college AU w/ post-time skip Eren. Reader is a virgin, having just disclosed this secret to her best friend, Eren, after a heated exchange following weeks of sexual tension. NSFW.

Tags/TW (for preview): virginity trope (ik some of y'all don't care for it), childhood friends to lovers, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, oral sex, explicit depictions of sex, teasing, Eren Jaegar's big fat dick (gotta be canon), awkwardness (r/t reader's first time)

Crosspost from AO3, where you can read Chapter One as well!

To be honest, he thought you were joking. A smirk played at the corner of his lips, furrowed brows turned upward as he cocked his head and said, “You’re kidding.”

You frowned. “Why would I joke about that?”

“Well, what about Armin?”

“What about Armin?” You laughed, sitting back on Eren’s knees.

You noticed a slight hue of red on his cheeks. “Well, you dated, right? He told me–,”

“Oh, I’m gonna kill that blonde creep,” you grumbled. “We didn’t do anything. We kissed, like twice maybe but it was awkward as hell.”

“Is this awkward?”

It wasn’t. You recalled that shaky, nervous kiss that you’d shared with Armin when you were 15, and this was nothing like that. You didn’t know if it was because of your feelings for Eren or if maybe you had just gotten more mature, but for some reason, this wasn’t like that at all. Biting your lip, you shook your head.

Eren groaned. “Don’t bite your lip like that, fuck. I’m trying to back off.”

“Who said you had to back off?”

“Y/N… you’ve never had sex, at all? Ever?” He asked, a frown tilting his lips.

You shook your head again. “I was… preoccupied in high school, alright? When you and Armin were busy running around trying to get your dicks wet.”

Preoccupied with chasing after you, Eren Jaeger.

“Successfully getting our dicks wet,” He added, with a slight wiggle of his hips underneath you. You rolled your eyes before sliding from his lap onto the couch beside him, still close enough to kiss him if you really wanted to.

“No,” you admitted, looking away as a warmth crept upon your features. “I’ve never… I guess I was just waiting for someone special. And then I turned 20 and that ‘someone’ still hadn’t come along.”

You watched Eren sit back, staring at you in quiet contemplation. Your lips still tingled with the ghost of his touch, your core uncharacteristically warm from the heated exchange. You breathed, leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on his cheek before standing up. He watched as you knelt down and started picking up the flashcards that he’d spilt on the floor in his eagerness to have you on his face.

“I’m sorry, Eren,” you said as you gathered them up into a neat stack. “I don’t want to ruin our friendship over this. I didn’t want to ruin it over the picture of my boobs. I just… I guess I can’t get over this hope that someday things will be different. Someday, you’ll change your bachelor status,” you said with a halfhearted laugh. The softness of your voice struck Eren so harshly that he flinched.

“I’ve done a lot of things,” he said with a sigh, picking up the index cards that were still on the couch and handing them to you. “I’ve never taken someone’s virginity, though.”

You looked at him, surprised. “Really? Surely, you just never thought to ask.”

He shrugged, slightly disappointed that you thought he could be so callous. “No. I mean, I never straight-up ask about it, but I..,” He trailed off, not wanting to shoot himself in the foot with his words. “It always felt like a sacred thing to me. I mean it’s hot, sure, but it’s a line that I don’t want to cross with someone unless I know they’re not gonna regret it.”

“Regret having sex with you?”

He snorted. “Regret wasting their first time on me.”

You tilted your head at the gloom in his voice and set the now-neatly-stacked pile of index cards down on the end table, next to the long since abandoned textbook– still stuck on the chapter about associative learning. You sat back down on the couch. “Why would that be a waste? I don’t know if you’ve looked in a mirror lately, Eren, but the puberty and track team in high school were very kind to you.”

He rolled his eyes. “It’s not about what they look like, alright? It’s about who they are.”

“For a self-proclaimed footloose manwhore, you sure do sound pretty sappy about sex right now.”

He locked his eyes with yours, a flash of emotion you didn’t have enough time to decipher crossing them. “I don’t even remember the name of the chick I lost my virginity to. I was at some stupid high school party, drunk and drinking underage, and stumbled into the bedroom with some girl from another school. She probably doesn’t even remember that it happened. Sometimes I wish I didn't.”

You wanted to comfort him, but you weren’t sure how. You meekly nodded your head and accepted his answer with a small sigh. You picked up your notes and handed them to him. “Here,” you said while holding them out to him, “you can take these home to study for the test tomorrow. I don’t want you to feel like you have to stay the night here just because I asked.”

Eren gazed up at you with a frown. Your eyes averted as he grasped the papers and took them from you. He stood up and grabbed his jacket. You felt a lump forming in your throat as if you had lost something, but you knew that truthfully, he was never yours in the first place.

Right at the time you knew you should be hearing the front door slam shut behind him, you see his sneakers wander into your periphery. You spare him a look, frowning when you notice his jacket still on the table. “Didn’t you mean to grab that?”

“Shut up,” he grumbled, taking your face in his hands and pulling your lips back onto his, sending chills tumbling down your spine. Though surprised, you were grateful, and followed his lead with little hesitation. Your fingers curled in his hair that was now falling out of place, and your tongue tangled with his, soft whimpers falling from both of you.

He broke the kiss suddenly, flashing you the thing he had been fumbling with his jacket for. Your breath hitched in your throat at the sight of the square, baby blue foil package. You blushed as you realized you had never seen a condom in the flesh before.

Eren looked at you with reverence in his jade orbs, an arm now hooked around your waist. “If I’m doing this, I’m going to make sure it’s done right.”

All you could do was stutter out a nervous, shaky, “Oh… well, alright then.”

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It wasn’t like the depictions you were so used to in the movies, or in your head, for that matter. You weren’t a mess of lips, hands, and teeth stumbling up the stairs to your bedroom. You weren’t shivering in anticipation. You simply took Eren’s hand in yours and traipsed upwards, the only indication that he was behind you being the weight difference when your pace was slightly quicker than his as you ascended. You held his hand tightly, idly picturing the way you used to do so when you were kids, running and playing together like the carefree children that you were. Your cheeks reddened at the memory, biting back a chuckle so as not to disturb the atmosphere of such a tender moment.

When you reached the door, there was no heated kiss against it. There was no pushing or shoving, and though you may have been a little disappointed in the stark contrast between what was actually happening and what you had expected to happen, you were basking in the warmth of Eren’s touch as he cupped your cheek and placed a gentle kiss on the corner of your mouth as he reached for the doorknob on your behalf.

Your dorm room was similar enough to your childhood bedroom that Eren recalled being in only a handful of times. You had the same comforter and sheet set that you used in 10th grade. You had the same anime scrolls on your walls. You had the same salt lamp on the tiny desk, crammed tightly into the corner of the room. He watched as you walked over to it, turning it on. His eyes fell to the Christmas lights that scaled the walls, following the dark green cord to its power strip that lay on the floor at his feet. How inviting. He stepped on the switch and flipped off the overhead light, watching as the room traded its harsh fluorescence for a warm, inviting glow. You turned to him, looking so beautiful, he felt his heart jump in his chest. He had never felt nervous before sex before. It wasn’t the spontaneity, either; he’d ended a number of dates having impromptu quickies in the backseat of his sedan.

So why did he feel his ears getting hot at the sight of you shyly peeling off your sweater to reveal the skin tight tank top underneath?

You were no better; you watched him stand there, the dull glow of the lights masking any emotion on his face as you kicked off your shoes. He was looking at you, but you couldn’t make out if his gaze was expectant or patient; was he waiting on you to do something? Was he simply digesting the moment? You had no idea. “So, uh… where do you want me?”

Eren shook himself from his trance, doing his best to blink away the sudden nerves that enveloped him. He tucked his flyaways behind his ears, removing his shoes as well before closing the distance between the two of you. He placed his hands gingerly on your waist and kissed you softly. While you were occupied with the motion he laid before you, he set the condom down on the nightstand. No rush, baby, he thought inwardly. All the time in the world.

You closed your eyes, trying your best to swallow the tension and let yourself get lost in the kiss. His hands were large and warm against your waist, and when his pinky lifted the hem of your tank top and brushed your skin, you couldn’t help but gasp as you felt the goosebumps rise to the surface of your skin. He broke the kiss to give you one thoughtful stare before saying, “I’m going to take this slow. You have every opportunity to tell me to stop if you need to catch your breath.”

He watched you nod, your eagerness and anxiety both plain across your flushed face. He guided you by your hips onto the bed, freshly made and smelling of your perfume. He couldn’t help but wonder if that was on purpose. He let you get comfy, lying back supine, supporting yourself on your elbows. He saw your eyes glitter with wonder and excitement as he took this opportunity to remove his shirt, the soft lighting of the room gleaming across the planes of his well-defined chest and abdomen. The corners of his mouth twitched upward into a smirk when he saw the way you bit your lip, your eyes devouring the sight of him standing there, shirtless in your bedroom. He climbed over your figure, appreciating the way your eyes followed his every move. He’d never been this intimate with a woman before; he’s had sex, lots of it, but nothing like this. And never with anyone like you.

You were nervous, too. He was close enough to you that you could feel the warmth radiating from his bare chest, his arms caging you in on either side. Staring into his deep green eyes, though, you felt safe. This was Eren. Within your heart, you knew that if anyone could take care of you, it would be him. You allowed him to pull your legs upwards and around him, both of you still clothed from the waist down. He leaned in for another kiss, passionate as ever, except this time, he craved some friction between your legs. You complied, sighing at the feeling of his hardness pressing into your core. Even through your layers, you were sensitive. You brought your hands up to tangle within his hair as he kissed you, deeply and sensually, increasing in hunger as his hips grinded into yours fervently. Despite the heat of the motion, you knew this was patience for him. You knew, inherently, that this was Eren taking his time with you. Every nip to your bottom lip was experimental in its pace, but not its practice; he knew what he was doing, but had never gotten an opportunity to take his time with it.

And your intuition was correct. Eren had never gotten an opportunity to explore the ardency of sex. It was about carnal desire, the pleasure of coming and going- literally. With you, he had a chance to explore the beauty of your curves, appreciate every single whine and whimper that escaped your mouth. When he moved his kisses from your lips to your jawline, and then down to your neck, he got a front row seat to the way your body shook beneath him. He kissed you slowly there, humming low in his throat as he inhaled the sweetness of your perfume. He felt your hands gain courage as you lowered your body to the mattress; he resisted shuddering as you ran your dainty fingers along the flanks of his back, coming to rest on his shoulder blades as his kisses deepened along your neck. He hungered for friction, doing his best to grind against your center as he sank his teeth into your neck lightly, but hard enough to coax a pretty little gasp from your gaping mouth. This girl is going to kill me.

You closed your eyes on instinct, biting your lip as he worked his magic. The way his lips attacked your neck made you moan on instinct, the crescents of your nails no doubt leaving little imprints on his back. You felt a groan vibrate against your jugular, noticing the impossible hardness pressing into your core. Panting, you called for him. “Eren,” you breathed, feeling hot behind the ears when your hungry eyes met his. Before waiting for his response, you grabbed the hem of your tank top and pulled it over your head. Eren simply watched, transfixed by your movement and bravery. Your eyes fell to his sweats, the way his arousal strained against the fabric had you biting your lip again. “Is that comfortable?” You asked, your blush searing against your cheeks.

“No,” He said, truthfully. He fell into the space between you and the wall on your bed, opting instead to lean into a kiss from the side. You started to turn to face him, but he placed a firm-but-gentle hand against your chest, urging you to lie back down. “Let me know if I’m moving too fast.”

You gulped as his hand moved farther south. Your eyes didn’t leave his; he was gauging your reaction, and as he reached the waist of your leggings, he stopped and raised his eyebrows as if to ask for permission. You nodded.

You took a sharp breath in as he slipped his fingers into your underwear, seeking out the bundle of nerves at the top of your entrance. Your eyes widened at the foreign sensation, registering it as unfamiliar but not at all unpleasant. His index and middle finger traced tantalizing circles over your clit, eliciting breathy moans to slip from your lips alongside a string of expletives that Eren was sure he’d never heard you say before. Looking into those emerald eyes you’d known your whole life, you felt a different emotion bubbling beneath the surface; alongside the pleasure, you were losing yourself in a serenity that you had never expected to find within your friendship.

The way your lips were parted, wet with his spit and red from your teeth, softly murmuring his name… it was driving Eren mad. With his fingers still at work, he leaned in for another deep, gratifying kiss that intensified the building sensation at your core. You were moaning now, against his lips, begging instinctually; you didn’t know what for.

Eren’s pace was quickening despite his vow to take it slow. He couldn’t help it. He just loved the blush on your cheeks, he loved the way you tried your hardest to keep your eyes open- eventually, the ecstasy getting the better of you every time, causing you to throw your head back and lose yourself. You were so reactive to every single thing he did. Every time he slowed his pace or released his pressure, you’d grab his wrist and whimper so beautifully pathetic, he couldn’t help but oblige. He could do this for hours, he thought with an inward smirk.

“Have you ever fingered yourself?” He asked you in a hushed voice, the dirtiness of his words juxtaposing his gentle tone.

You couldn’t look at him, despite the intense eye contact the two of you had held for so long before this moment. You simply nodded, your cheeks pink and your eyes avoiding his.

He smirked, his fingers inching farther south. “Dirty girl.” He placed a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth before teasing you with his index finger. He groaned at the wetness. “Goddamn, baby, you are soaked .”

All you could do was whimper, your own fingers wrapped limply around his wrist as he continued to entice you. “Take them off,” you muttered, knowing you’d likely lose control of yourself soon.

“Hmm?” Eren hummed, testing the waters by planting his digit a single knuckle deep inside of you. You instinctively clenched around him, whining as you did so.

“Take them off. Take my pants off,” you repeated, your voice shaking.

“Oh, yes ma’am,” he said, withdrawing his hand to yank the fabric free from your legs along with your underwear, tossing them onto the floor without a care. He exhaled sharply at the sight of you, exposed and dripping for him. He grew impossibly harder at the thought of being the very first man to see you like this. Without conscious thought, his mouth started to water.

You saw the hungry look in his eyes as he stared down at your wet center and knew what he wanted. It was something you’d only ever seen in porn before now, and you had never understood the appeal. But now, caught in the carnivorous gaze of the man you had pined after for so long, you understood. He wanted to devour you, and you were eager to please. Your bottom lip was sore as a consequence of constantly sucking it into your mouth and biting down to savor the heat of the moment– but the pain be damned, you did it again, and it drove Eren fucking crazy. He had you beneath him once more, growling at the back of his throat as he took your lips into his own, the pad of his thumb working at your clit as if to prepare you for his next move. He broke the embrace, a spark in his eyes that deepened your trance. “Still okay, cupcake?”

The familiarity of your childhood nickname made the moment so much sweeter; you nodded vehemently, flashing your eyes from his face to where his strong arm disappeared between your glistening bodies.

Eren wasted no time withdrawing his figures from your slick opening, bringing them to his lips in a lewd manner that had your eyes widening in anticipation. He grinned at you as he licked them clean, humming sweetly as he did so. “Like maple fucking syrup,” he groused. He gave you another opportunity to back down, but you declined, instead tangling your hands in his smooth brown hair once more, encouraging him downward. He shuddered, impressed by your ambition, and kissed your sweaty skin softly the whole way down. He wanted so bad to tease you, to kiss the insides of your thighs until you pleaded for him to move closer; he wanted to tantalize you with light nips at your creases until your dainty fingers pushed him into you… but Eren was not a patient man. He had allowed an exception for you thus far, and would do so again and again if he had to, but he knew you were aching and so was he.

He plunged into your depths face first, taking your swollen clit into his mouth greedily. Your back arched at the explosion of white-hot lust that overtook your sex-drunk brain. The heat pooling between your legs was lapped up immediately by Eren, who was reading as completely content working his magic below your waist. You spared a peek down, your eyes watering at the eroticism of the image. Your best friend, as intimate as he could possibly be with you in that moment, giving you the best (albeit the first) head of your fucking life. You moaned as you felt the intrusion of his index finger begin again, clenching your muscles against him on instinct. His hands were much larger than yours, and his fingers much longer too; one of Eren’s digits had you feeling fuller than both of yours together. The thought excited you, so much so, that one particularly harsh flutter of your walls coaxed an aroused hiss from his lips. The sound reverberated against your sex, prompting you to close your thighs against him- just tight enough to squeeze a little. He moaned again, removing his fingers from you to push against your thighs, spreading you open for his covetous tongue.

Your head fell back in blissful yearning, completely at the mercy of Eren’s lecherous advances. He drooled over you, soaking you to the point that neither you nor he knew where his slaver ended and your wetness began. One hand snarled into his brunette strands and another one clutching the sheets, you weren’t sure how much longer you could last. Your hips bucked against the friction of his tongue, soaking up every ounce of molten pleasure that he gave you. You began murmuring his name. “Eren,” you’d breathe, and he’d acknowledge you with eye contact; you’d known him long enough to guarantee he was smirking with the half of his face that you couldn’t see. “How is it, baby?” He’d ask, checking up on you. Knowing good and damn well you could barely form a sentence. “Are you ready for another?”

“Eren, please,” you begged, the tension inside of you building to a breaking point, “I can’t take another.”

He tsked, giving you another taste before replying. “I hate to break it to you, baby, but I’m a lot bigger than two fingers.”

You cursed at that, tossing your head back with a pleased groan. It was when you felt his middle finger tease at your entrance, the way it slid in so easily thanks to Eren’s prior ministrations… you felt something snap inside of you. “Oh fuck,” you whispered, nearly choking on your words as anticipation gave way to unbearable heights and you came, hard on his digits. “What the fuck,” you hissed, falling backwards helplessly into a sea of desire.

But Eren was there to catch you, lazily pumping his fingers into you as you came down from your high. He used his spare hand to rub your inner thigh affectionately, the lower half of his face no longer hidden by your aching center. He watched your expression, full of fucked-out bliss, and painted a mental picture to keep forever. He liked to think of himself as a decent lover, but no one had ever made sounds or movements like you. Your body worked against his hands in perfect tandem, sinking onto every hook he threw at you. And fuck, you were so tight. Was it because he was your first? He knew that wasn’t supposed to make much of a difference…

His thoughts were interrupted by you sitting up, pulling your lower half away from him. He rolled over onto his side, supporting his head with the palm of his hand, elbow propped up on the mattress as he watched you with the smuggest look you’ve ever seen. You knew one look at him would have you blushing, so you instead chose to focus on the full moon just barely visible from your tiny dorm room window on the wall opposite the bed. “That was…”

“Incredible,” he finished for you, his choice of words cliche but effective still. You spared him a glance, finally, giggling at the mess you had made of his hair. He’d cleaned your arousal from his face, but your actions were still evident from the sight of his sloppy man-bun having become somehow even sloppier. He shrugged with his free shoulder, tugging his hair out of its restraints. You watched his velvet locks shake away to frame his face, somehow making him even more attractive. You cursed inwardly, sensing your libido hadn’t quite been drained from you.

You didn’t realize you were biting your lip again until he was in front of you. He’d broken from his relaxed posture to poise himself over you again– only this time, the expression on his face was soft instead of hungered. He reached a thumb, just as gentle, up to tug your bottom lip free from its confines. He kissed you, his bare chest rubbing against your breasts, his bare stomach gliding against yours in a manner so intimate that it felt almost wrong. He kissed you with a tender longing that you’d only deem appropriate for lovers. Only appropriate if it meant you could do it again… and again… and–

His hands, warm but surprising, unclasped your bra in a single motion. You had honestly forgotten it was still there– but somehow, when it was flung aside and you were exposed, you felt more vulnerable than you had since the start of this interaction. Here you were, bearing your complete self to your best friend, who was consuming it vehemently, his hands immediately exploring this new territory. Whispered expletives fell from his lips as he palmed your smooth, balmy skin. Your heart quickened again, your breaths becoming shallow in your expectancy of what was to come. Oftentimes, you wondered how it was possible to keep going after the first orgasm– your sensitive walls never seemed to bounce back as quickly on solo missions –but, here, at his mercy, you were as close to understanding as you’d ever been. It felt as if round one– though technically not real sex –simply wasn’t enough. If Eren had more to offer, you wanted it all.

When he slid into the groove between your legs to dive in for another kiss, you stopped him by hooking your thumbs into the waistband of his sweats. Your babydoll eyes met his hearty stare and you felt your heart ascend into your throat when you saw the excitement wash over his features. You felt powerful. “I… I think I want more.”

Eren wasted no time in assisting your effort to doff him of his bottoms. He did, however, pause when he was left in his briefs. He watched your wide eyed trance fall onto the bulge contained within the thin fabric and he did his best to read your expression.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to,” he said, gently. “I won’t be upset.”

You shared one last look at him before inhaling deeply and using the last shred of your self control to free his hardened member from its chains.

“I don’t think that’s gonna fit,” you said automatically, the words leaving your mouth before you realized you had said them. Immediately after, you glanced up at Eren with a hand over your mouth. “I meant–,”

“Cupcake,” he said, kicking his pants free from his legs to settle in between yours, “I know what you meant. But I have a feeling you’ll do just fine.”

That did it. The way your nickname rolled off of his tongue sent all of your apprehension flying away into the night. You had shared so many firsts with Eren; you went to your first prom with him, he was your first boyfriend– granted, you were third graders and it lasted all of 10 minutes –he was your first friend... Was this really so different?

Yes, you reminded yourself. It’s very different.

But you didn’t care.

Eren pulled a fleece blanket over the two of you; you weren’t sure why, but for some reason, it made you feel closer to him. It was definitely warmer, so you wouldn’t have complained either way. He shared one more impassioned kiss before giving you another out. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

You nodded.

“You only get one first time.”

“I know that, Eren.”

“I just don’t want you to–,”

“Oh my god, shut up and fuck me.”

---- There's more, I promise! Read the full fic on AO3 here.----

#snk smut #eren x reader #eren smut #eren yaegar #eren shingeki no kyojin #snk x reader #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin

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machifuwa · 2 years

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- IDOL STORY - Friends Beginners

Aira Shiratori Idol Story with Kohaku Oukawa

Aira: Fufu. I'm glad I can finally hang out with you, Kohakucchi.

Kohaku: I'm sorry it's been so long since we promised each other to hang out sometime. Since I made you wait for so long, I'm all yours today~♪

Aira: You don't have to apologize, just remembering your promise is enough. Kohakucchi seems to be very busy with his "unit", huh?

It's been a while since I've been out like this. Let's have lots of fun today♪

Kohaku: Yes. But is it true that it's been a long time since you went out? Love-han's a sociable guy. You must have a lot of friends, no?

Aira: On the Internet, yes. In real life, not really... I don't have the same tastes and interests as the people around me.

That's why I'm so happy to be friends with Kohakucchi, whom I met on the "internet", and in "real life" as well! Let's be friends for a very long time...♪

Kohaku: Kokokoh♪ You already sound like we're going to part ways now. We haven't done anything yet though?

So, do you already have plans prepared for us today?

Aira: Yep. I looked it up on the Internet. In times like this, people say that it's good to walk while chatting.

So that while you're chatting with a friend, you're already there without even realizing it~ Come on, let's go into the shopping mall♪

Aira: This floor seems to have all the apparel shops. Kohakucchi, do you have a favourite brand of clothes?

Kohaku: Me? I don't know anything about brands. I've been wearing tailor-made clothes all my life.

...Ah, but this place looks nice. This jersey would look good on Love-han, no?

Aira: Waaah, the ascending dragon design on the back is so cool, I might be able to get closer to the "cool" type if I wear this! And the price is...

Hiyaaah!? I don't have this much money!

I was planning on buying this Nishikigoi shirt but it's so expensive that my eyeballs would pop out. I'll have to give up.

Haah.... But it's good to know that you like clothes from this kind of store. I'll use it as a reference for presents♪

Down the escalator, and.... Which store should we go to next?

Kohaku: I don't... Hm? What's that? There's a weird store over there.

Aira: A weird store?

Kohaku: Over there. There's a store with pictures of idols all over the place.

Aira: ...Aah, an idol shop! It's a store that sells idol merchandise.

I used to go there a lot. But since I've been working more and more as an idol, I don't go very often anymore...

Kohaku: Hmm. Even if the store's small, if an idol enters a store where idol lovers gather, it would be a big problem for the store. It would also confuse them.

But maybe we can come in today at least. There don't seem to be any other customers.

Love-han's been looking like he wants to go in there since a while ago anyways♪

Aira: R-really? Then, I'll take your word for it...

(Maybe they also have "ALKALOID" goods... There it is.)

(There are more goods than before! These are the shopkeeper's handwritten pop-ups, how lovely~!)

(I remember when I sneaked in here when I was just starting out, I almost cried because I didn't get a copy.)

(That's why I wasn't sure if I wanted to go in or not. "What if they don't have any copies left again?" is what I was thinking.)

(If Kohakucchi hadn't invited me to go here, I would have avoided it for the rest of my life.)

(Fufufu. Sharing is caring after all...♪)

Kohaku: Hey, Love-han. What's in this silver bag? I don't even know if I wanna check...

Aira: Ah, the one I was planning to buy! It's a random badge, and you can't tell which idol it is until you buy it.

This shop also sells them by box. I think they contain 60 pieces per box.

The only way to be sure of getting them all is to buy tons of boxes. There are only 20 different designs. Sometimes, they put two or three of the same design in one box.

I'm not buying boxes this time because I'll have them someday if I keep buying them until those I want come out.

Kohaku: "Until those I want come out" It's like gambling, no? I think Rinne-han said the same thing.

Aira: Don't worry. If you get them all, you'll be so happy that you're going to start thinking that they're practically free...☆

Kohaku: That's a really dangerous way of thinking though?

Anyway, since we're here at the idol store, I'll buy one just to try it out.

Aira: Uhh... No, no, I'll only take one.

I should give it some more thought since it was just released...

I haven't been to an idol store in a while, this feels nice...♪

ーAh, I'm sorry. Sorry that you had to go out with me, when I'm just going along with my usual hobbies.

Kohaku: I told you before, didn't I? I'm all yours today.

Love-han's changing facial expressions are very interesting to watch, and I enjoy them myself, so don't worry about it.

I've had a lot of conversations with Love-han on the internet, but it's still not enough. I also want to know more about Love-han's "lovely" word.

Aira: Kohakucchi...♪ Then, why don't we go to a collaboration café? One of my favorite idols is collaborating with someone right now!

I'm sure we can get in at this time, even at the last minute. I'll see if I can make an online reservation.

Kohaku: I see now. Our fans spend their time buying goods, going to cafes, and so on.

This is also a chance for me. I'll try to spend my time as if I were a fan, too.

Aira: Reservation complete, looks like we can get in right away.

You get one coaster per drink. It would be great if the drinks aren't known right away♪

Kohaku: Eeh? You mean, those are random too...?

Aira: Yep! There are ten types in total. Let's do our best to get them all...♪

< EPISODE END >

Story: [Aira Shiratori] "Friends Beginners"

Story by: ゆーます

Season: Summer

Characters in this Episode: Aira, Kohaku

Reminder: I did not create this story, but I translated it, so please refrain from reposting my translation on other social media platforms.

I apologize if there are any mistakes as well.

Thank you for reading!

#ensemble stars #enstars #aira shiratori #kohaku oukawa #enstars translation #idol story

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olreid · 1 year

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hello... which mountain goats songs would you most relate with ill-made knight? asking for a friend

hmm well let's get the obvious pulls out of the way first:

answering the phone - but i think something's wrong with me / i think something's glued down wrong, maybe permanently

wild sage - some days i think i'd feel better if i tried harder / most days i know it's not true

psalms 40:2 - lord send me a mechanic if i'm not beyond repair

white cedar - i'll be reborn someday, someday / if i wait long enough

heel turn 2 - i don't want to die in here

in memory of satan - no one screams cause it’s just me / locked up in myself, never gonna get free

cry for judas - i’m still here / but all is lost

and now for some pulls that r not so obvious:

hail st. sebastian - if it doesn't crush me it's alright / if it doesn't break me it's alright

for charles bronson - set your sights on good fortune, concentrate / pull back the hammer, try to hold the gun straight / try to hold the gun straight

almost every door - the moment's never going to come / when anyone can say that the coast is clear

mobile - lord if you won’t keep me safe and warm / then send down the storm, send down the storm

if you see light - waiting for the front door to splinter / waiting all winter

tucson fog - trying to read the omens in the kitchen sink / trying to force an ending / where everything turns out well

milk song - the way you vanished gradually / has made a bitter man of me

song for my stepfather - now there’s only you and me / and the replica where my body used to be

incandescent ruins - shining on the inside, maybe

#asks #tmg #ill-made knight

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goofysimpleton · 10 months

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Main Route Chapter 4+Premium story

~This translation is not 100% accurate. Just here for you fellow impatient friends.

N= Narration

⬛️=whenever the next text showed up

I have the characters address Belle as MC for main character.

Italics for flashback scenes.

Choices are bold. The 4+/4+ is blue.

Scene 1

N: When I saw the exchange between Keith-sama and the child at the bookstore, the words that came out of my mouth unintentionally. ⬛️ The wavering eyes taught me that it would upset the gentle prince.

Keith: “Ah, um…”

(Could it be that that’s a question that shouldn’t be asked..?)

N: A shadow of sorrow falls on Keith-sama's face and I feel regret that I’ve ruined the fun time. ⬛️ His eyes seemed to be looking far away.

Keith: “I'm such a useless brother that I can't face them in this world."

MC: “…” ⬛️ “…Eh?”

(Um, I thought you were the only child…)

Keith: “I have a sister.”

(Brother… sister… siblings!)

MC: “I see, your little sister. That’s why you’re so good with children.”

(Then, did you know the name of my hairstyle because of your younger sister? But...)

MC: “Those words you said… are you not on good terms with your sister?”

N: I timidly threw a question while wondering whether to ask, and Keith gave a wry smile.

Keith: "I want to reply that it's not bad, but when I met him for the first time in a while before coming to Road Light,” ⬛️ “Because I was told, ‘You still have those eyes that look like lumps of moisture.’”

(Your little sister seems to have a strong personality, just like you.”

N: Keith takes a book out from the bookshelf and opens the page. ⬛️ It was as if he was trying to distract himself from a restless mind.

Keith: “My mother died right after my sister was born.

(No way, I didn’t know…)

N: My heart ached at the thought that my casual words reminded Keith of a painful experience.

MC: “Um…I’m really sorry.”

Keith: “Ah, don’t worry about it. It was a long time ago.” ⬛️ “That’s the reason why I acted like an older brother, even though I wasn’t very good at it, and it backfired, and I became awkward.” ⬛️ “But we’re both adults now. It’s just interesting to see each other for the first time in a while.” ⬛️ “...It would be a problem if they thought we were on good terms.” ⬛️ “My little sister is a very kind girl because she still talks to her brother who is ‘still not good enough.’ Really.”

N: The spilled meaningful words got caught in my chest.

(Is it bad for people to think you’re on terms with your sibling?) ⬛️ (That’s what Keith says, ‘he’s a failure’?)

N: While the feeling of wanting to know wells up, hesitation strangled my throat as if whether it is okay to ask.

(...I shouldn’t hear more.)

N: I put on a smile on my lips as if to shake my doubts.

MC: “I’d like to talk to your sister who says that kind Keith is ‘very kind’ someday.”

Keith: “Thank you. That’s very kind of you.” ⬛️ “I’m really weak against straightforward against people like you, so if I met her, I’d be stuck all the time.”

(I hope his sister really likes Keith, even if she can’t put it into words honestly.)

N: As I wished for that, Keith now had the face of an older brother who cared deeply for his younger sister. ⬛️ After that, Keith bought several books, and today’s guide ended without incident. ⬛️ Yes, that’s what I thought.

Scene 2

Keith: “AFter all, your explanations are easy to understand and there are some small details, so it’s fun.” ⬛️ “You didn’t seem accustomed to walking, so I’m sure you did more research than I thought.” ⬛️ “Truly, I thank you.”

MC: “Haha… It’s embarrassing to have been exposed.”

(It was seen unexpectedly! Maybe I showed it too much on my face.)

N: My heart was pounding when I was caught off guard, but I didn’t seem to be accustomed to walking around the city. ⬛️ In that respect, it may have been the right decision to guide him to a place I don’t normally go.

(When I get home, I have to thank Rio for helping me figure out where to guide him.)

N: I breathe a sigh of relief. ⬛️ At that moment, people with jute bags rush out of the corner.

Man: “Out of the way!”

Woman: “Ahh..!”

Keith: “Ah, are you okay?”

Woman: “Y-Yes, thank you very much.”

N: Keith gently caught the woman who was pushed out of the way. ⬛️ A few men ran away without paying any attention to the woman.

(Just because you were in a hurry, you pushed her so hard…)

Keith:”Just now…” ⬛️ “Sorry, MC, please wait here.”

MC: “Eh, Keith!?”

N: Keith, who spoke in a panicked voice, started running.

(To chase after those people from earlier? But why?)

N: Even if I think about it, I don’t know, but my body starts to move on its own due to a bad feeling that wells up…

(Keith is fast! I think he turned here.)

N: Chasing desperately in order to not lose sight, after I stepped into a dark alley…

(......What.. is this?)

N: My thoughts couldn’t keep up with the scene that spread in front of me and my breath stopped. ⬛️ In the back alley, Keith was standing with his back turned. ⬛️ If that was all there was to it, there’s nothing wrong.

Man: “.....Ugh…”

N: It looked strange because the people who should’ve been carrying the jute bags were lying around Keith. ⬛️ Some people were crouched to their stomachs, some didn’t move, and some were leaned against the wall. ⬛️ Ketih kicked the man’s hand that was touching his toes, as if he was annoyed. ⬛️ Without even thinking about who created the scene, I moved forward fearfully.

Keith: “...”

MC: “Keith…?”

When Keith turned around, my voice trembled.

(Who is this person with eyes that are as sharp as a beast and cold enough to freeze my heart?)

N: The person in front of me now, to the extent that I have absurd questions,

Keith, who was smiling calmly just now, looked like an entirely different person.

Scene 3

N:Keith took a step closer to me who stiffened, ⬛️ Why does that alone make it so hard to breathe?

Keith: “Don’t be so scared.”

N: My skin is tingling and itching.

MC: “Uh…”

N: I felt like Keith smiled slightly at the small scream that suddenly spilled out of my mouth as he grabbed my arm. ⬛️ I tried to be comfortable.

Keith: “Isn’t that a reaction that makes me want to torture you?”

N: He whispered, and the moment I was violently drawn, I felt the presence of someone behind me.

Man: “Damn it…!”

(There was another one!?)

N: When I looked up, the people who were lying down were raising their daggers. ⬛️ Keith vigorously kicked his opponent in the stomach and blew them away into a nearby pile of wooden boxes.

(You grabbed my arm to help me… But I’m scared and screaming…)

MC: “T-Thank you very much…”

Keith: “...”

MC: “Um…”

N: His eyes that stared down at me were still cold, and I couldn’t read his thoughts. ⬛️ After showing a moment of thinking, Keith slowly opened his mouth.

Keith: “Are you hurt?”

MC: “I’m alright.”

Keith: “I see, that’s good.”

N: As if he had lost interest, he moved away from me and opened the fallen jute bag. ⬛️ A large amount of plants appeared from inside, and I felt a sense of deja vu from their shape.

MC: “This is the plant that Yaksuhi said was stolen, isn’t it?”

Keith: “Correct, you understood well.” ⬛️ “The plants look the same, but it seems that you meant what you said, ‘I’m interested’.”

CHOICES:

-…Did you think it was a lie?

-Can you believe me?

-Of course!

MC: “Of course! Are you going to teach me?”

Keith: “Ah, of course.” ⬛️ “... but ‘that guy’...”

(Hm? That guy?)

Keith: “Even so, it’s active for people to steal again in a short period of time.”

MC: “In a short period of time… Could it be that these people are the thieves who entered the herb garden!?”

(But if they had robbed the herb garden, they would’ve stolen a considerable amount…)

Keith: “That’s how lucrative it is.” ⬛️ “This plant is often used as a remedy for headaches and neuralgia, but in high doses, it can also be a dangerous medicine.”

MC: “A dangerous medicine?”

(Do you mean poison?)

N: I tilt my head. ⬛️ Then, a long finger suddenly stroked the edge of my ear, and my shoulders trembled with a faint, tickling stimulus.

Keith: “Medicine that one person can say without permission.

MC: “So then…”

N: A smile mixed with teasing made my face burn.

(Even though it’s fine with just words… That’s a nasty way of teaching.)

Keith: “Those dangerous medicines are popular among bad nobles.” ⬛️ “It’s fine if it’s just an entertainment effect, but stealing is illegal.” ⬛️ “It’s probably their motivation to make something highly addictive and make them buy it over and over again. They’re a nuisance.”

(It’s amazing that someone who knows so much about plants can guess so much.)

MC: “How did you know they had plants?”

(Even though we just passed by these people.)

Keith: “Smell.”

MC: “Did you… Smell it?”

Keith: “It was a very discreet smell.”

(I didn’t even smell it.)

N: I doubt that he has a smell that is above average.

Keith: “You…”

(Ah, close close!)

N: Like a beast, he puts his face close to my neck. ⬛️ The tip of my nose is slightly touched by his skin and it tickled me.

Keith: “I thought I could smell roses every time I met you.” ⬛️ “It’s a sweet smell that seems more addictive than a dangerous medicine.”

MC: “Please don’t tease me.”

Keith: “I’m not trying to tease you.”

N: The heat, which had begun to subside, warmed my body again. ⬛️ Suddenly, I heard hurried footsteps in the distance. ⬛️ It seemed that not one, but several were approaching us.

Keith: “Looks like you’re here.”

MC: “?”

Keith leaves and looks down at me. ⬛️ The warmth of the sun was not there. ⬛️ When I stare back at those emotionless eyes, Keith’s lips move–

Keith: “–––––”

(......Eh?)

N: A large hand blocked my view. ⬛️ Just before he disappeared, he spoke and I felt like my head was spinning. ⬛️ The wind got in the way, though, and I couldn’t hear it clearly. ⬛️ –See you later. ⬛️ I feel like I was told that.

Scene 4

N: The hand that blocked my view was removed immediately. ⬛️ Instead of Keith with a teasing smile in front of me, ⬛️ Keith looked like he was going to cry at any moment.

Keith: “MC, are you okay!?”

MC: “? …Yes. I’m okay.”

Keith: “Really? I did something to you again…” ⬛️ “...”

MC: “Keith?”

Keith: “No, it’s nothing…”

N: He furrowed his eyebrows as if to endure the overflowing emotions and smiled awkwardly. ⬛️ His figure looked terribly in pain.

Keith: “Sorry, MC. I suddenly let out a loud voice.” ⬛️ “I must have surprised and frightened you.” ⬛️ “That’s why I wanted to properly apologize… I’m sorry.”

(Why do you apologize?)

N: I feel a sense of incongruity in the completely different appearance from before.

(I thought it was scary, but that was only the beginning because you were dealing with thieves, right?) ⬛️ (There should be no reason for Keith to apologize so much.)

N: Anxiety and fear bleed into Keith’s eyes to the point that it made my heart hurt, and I unintentionally grabbed the hand that was about to let go.

Keith: “A-Ah, um, MC..?”

MC: “Please don’t apologize.” ⬛️ “Thanks to your help, I’m fine. I’m not hurt.” ⬛️ “Are you okay?”

Keith: “Me?”

MC: “You look like you’re going to cry at any moment.” ⬛️ “You’re hands are so cold that I can feel it through your gloves, so I’m worried.”

Keith: “...”

N: When I put strength into my hand, he grabs me back as if responding. ⬛️ But as if to run away, my hands were released. ⬛️ It just made me feel a little lonely.

Keith: “I-I’m sorry! You said you were upset, but I showed you a disgraceful appearance.” ⬛️ “Not only that, but it’s too presumptuous for someone like me to hold your hand back!”

(There was more than holding hands just now.)

N: Keith’s presumptuous line is difficult to stomach.

MC: “It’s presumptuous, but I think I’m presumptuous and disrespectful when I held your hand.”

Keith: “No way!” ⬛️ “For me, the joy of encountering an endangered plant is a trivial pleasure.”

(The metaphor is too unique to understand! Am I correct in thinking that he’s happy?) ⬛️ “The story is going in a strange direction, but he doesn’t look like he’s going to cry anymore, so I wonder if he’s okay with this..?)

Leon: “How long will this last?”

MC + Keith: “Wahh!?”

N: Before I could catch my breath, I turned around to hear a familiar voice. ⬛️ There was Leon, who was holding back his laughter, and the knights with eyes that looked like they were seeing strange things.

(Even though I didn’t say anything strange, I felt like he was able to see an embarrassing scene.)

Keith: “L-Leon. Could it be that you’re chasing a thief here?”

N: Keith asks Leon a question to erase the delicate atmosphere.

Leon: “Yeah, but thanks to your efforts, I was able to relax. Thank you.”

Keith: “I just happened to come across it.” ⬛️ “And… ‘I’ haven’t done anything…”

Leon: “Nothing?”

Keith: “Ah, nothing. Anyway, so was the damaged shop okay?”

Leon: “It looks like you heard the story from the pharmacist.” ⬛️ “Only one of the same plants was stolen, and there was no sign of it being disturbed.”

Keith: “Considering that it was planned, there is a high possibility that other stores are also being investigated for their storage locations.”

N: I stare at Keith, who instantly changed into a dignified stance.

(In the end, what was the reason for Keith’s distraught?) ⬛️ (It’s all the more strange because I didn’t feel that the reason for the apology was a lie.)

N: I don’t know even if I think about it. ⬛️ And the only thing I don’t know is that…

Flashback Other Keith: “Don’t be so scared.” ⬛️ “Isn’t that a reaction that makes me want to torture you?”

(Which one is Keith’s real face?)

N: That question pricked my mind. ⬛️ The cold-eyed Keith and the gentle-eyed Keith are strangely not equal.

(Neither of them are pretending, it’s strange that he looks like ‘the real him’.) ⬛️ (That’s impossible.)

N: As I began to be swallowed by the whirlpool of thoughts, a low and calm voice lifted me up.

Keith: “Huh? MC…”

Scene 5

N: That night…

Rio: “I’m glad the thief was caught, but I’m sorry about the hair ornament.”

N: With the milk tea that Rio made for me to help me sleep soundly, I talked about our time in town.

MC: “Yeah. But Keith and Leon worked together to find it, so I don’t have any regrets about it.”

(Even if you say so…)

Flashback Keith: “I’m sorry I didn’t realize you were by my side…”

(It was painful to see Keith’s guilt-filled face.)

N: I think even Leon was a little confused.

(I wanted to end with a fun town tour, but in the end, I think I let Keith down.) ⬛️ (.......I’m an idiot.)

Rio: “MC.”

MC: “Wahh! Rio! You’re close.”

N: His sky-blue eyes approached me, and I leaned back.

Rio: “I’m jealous because you’re only looking at the milk tea. What’s on your mind?”

MC: “I was just remembering things in town.” ⬛️ “Aside from that, is Silvio treating you okay?”

N: It was decided that I would serve as Keith’s guide, and Silvio’s entertainment would be handled by Rio.

MC: “As I said before, if there’s anything I can do to help, don’t hesitate to ask.” ⬛️ “Even with this, I’m confident in my physical strength, and I can’t put a burden on you alone.”

Rio: “MC… How far are you going to make me fall in love with you? I love you so much, I feel like crying.”

MC: “I thought you’d say that, and I was ready.”

N: I showed the linen from the drawer of a side table.

Rio: “Ehh, I like it.”

MC: “I don’t want you to put aside the jokes and push it all on yourself.” ⬛️ “So tell me if you need anything.”

Rio: “Because of your kindness, my tiredness from work disappeared in no time.”

N: I received a beautiful wink that seemed to make a snapping sound.

Rio: But I’m sorry to make you worry, I can afford it, so it’s okay!” ⬛️ “Silvio’s chores are all trivial things you can do with your eyes closed.”

MC: “Is that so?”

Rio: “Are you sure?”

N: I heard from Sariel that “Even a veteran bureaucrat is handling a considerable amount of work.” ⬛️ However, I can’t lift my head because I don’t show my tired face at all.

(Here, I obediently accept Rio’s kindness.)

MC: “Thank you, Rio.”

Rio: “You’re welcome.” ⬛️ “You also have Belle’s job and Keith’s Rhodolite guide, so don’t overdo it, okay?”

MC: “Okay, I understand.”

N: Rio smiled as if he was satisfied with my strong nod.

Rio: “Ah, speaking of Keith, I just had a little talk with Liam.”

MC: “Are you guys getting along all of a sudden?”

Rio: “Because we’re both butlers.” ⬛️ “So, Keith hasn’t come back yet.”

MC: “Did he go out again?”

Rio: “Yeah, after dinner, it looks like he left early without even telling him where he was going.”

MC: “Is that so…”

(Could he have been in a hurry?)

Flashback MC: “Keith, it’s getting dark soon. Let’s go back to the castle.”

Keith: “But, the hair ornament is still…” ⬛️ “No, that’s right. If we keep searching, we’ll catch a cold.” ⬛️ “MC, sorry we couldn’t find it.”

(...) ⬛️ (No, I never thought he would go look for it alone.)

Flashback Keith: “Yes, if there’s anything you want to know about Jade or any plants that interest you, I’ll tell you.”

Flashback Keith: “Any other books you want?”

Boy: “Nope!”

Keith: “Then let’s buy it. Are you ready?”

(No way…)

PREMIUM STORY:

Keith had left and not come back. ⬛️ There are any number of possible reasons. ⬛️ But the first thing that came to mind was the lost rose hair ornament and Keith’s sunken face. ⬛️ I headed for the town in the night.

(There’s no way. But, possibly…)

N: I get out of the carriage while the two feelings are at odds.

(No way…)

Keith: “Isn’t it around here…”

N: A street with only a faint light leaked from the house. ⬛️ There was Keith who was looking around while bending his big body a little. ⬛️ I run towards him.

MC: “Keith!”

Keith: “MC!? Why are you here?”

MC: “I heard that you didn’t return to the castle, so I thought it might be possible…” ⬛️ “...You’re looking for the hair ornament, right?”

N: Keith looked embarrassed and averted his gaze.

Keith: “...Yes. But I haven’t found it yet.” ⬛️ “But I think it’s around here, on the road to the bookstore. I couldn’t find it anywhere else.”

(Did you mean you went around most of the places we walked during the guide!? Keith, how long have you been looking for it?)

N: Definitely not an hour or two. ⬛️ He must have spent more time looking for it than when the sun was still high. ⬛️ Even if the sky turns madder or indigo, always.

(Why…)

MC: “Why are you looking for it that much?”

N: There may be something behind the action. More than enough to be suspicious.

Keith: “Because it suits you.”

MC: “...”

N: However, the words that came back were pure white and made me feel ashamed of my suspicions. ⬛️ As usual, there is no black, it seemed to be taken directly from the heart, and my words couldn’t come out.

Keith: “If I hadn’t asked you to guide me, you wouldn’t have lost your hair ornament.” ⬛️ “That’s why I wanted to find it even more.” ⬛️ “It’s reckless to search alone, but I can’t leave it to anyone, and I don’t want to leave it to anyone… It’s also my self-satisfaction.” ⬛️ “Ahaha, but it’s not cool. You found me before I found the hair ornament.” ⬛️ “...Really, I can’t do it.”

N:The sight of him laughing deceitfully with his eyebrows lowered made my chest tighten helplessly.

(If you’re a prince, you can even make your servants look for you.)

N: However, I could easily imagine that he wouldn’t make a choice that would bother someone by knowing his personality.

(I didn’t think you were such a kind person.) ⬛️ (I’ve never met someone who is so devoted to someone.) ⬛️ (Keith’s kindness has no bottom.)

N: There is no end to the depth.

(But… He’s too kind, I feel uneasy.)

N: It was a joy to swallow.

Keith: Um, MC. I’m sorry that you’ve come this far, but you should go home.”

MC: “Eh?”

Keith: “My body is cold. I’ll be back as soon as I find the hair ornament.”

(Even though it’s Keith, not me, who’s cooling his body. How kind are you?)

N: I shook my head.

MC: “I won’t return.” ⬛️ “I am the one who lost the hair ornament.”

Keith: “It’s just self-satisfaction for me. YOu don’t need to go out with me.”

MC: “I’m also self-satisfied. I want to find it with Keith for my own satisfaction.”

Keith: “...Then let’s give up looking for it. Let’s go back to the castle.”

MC: “After returning to the castle, are you thinking of going to town by yourself again?”

Keith: “.......I’m not thinking about it.”

N: When I close the distance and stature at him, Keith also stares back at me.

Keith: “...”

MC: “...”

Keith: “...”

N: The one raised the white flag… was Keith after staring for a couple of seconds.

Keith: “You’re unexpectedly mean. I have no choice but to break this.”

MC: “Then…”

N: Keith smiles wryly, he looked a little happy.

Keith: “I want to find your hair ornament, you want to find it together.

N: As the house lights go out one by one, we strain our eyes while we search for the hair ornament. ⬛️ When the wind started to feel even colder, Keith’s voice rose.

Keith: “I found it!”

MC: “Really!?”

N: Dressed in joy, Keith rushes over and presents a hair ornament that has been carefully wiped with linen.

Keith: “A red stone and a rose ornament. Are you sure this is it?”

N: The received hair ornament shines with a faint light. ⬛️ For some reason, it was so beautiful that I couldn’t explain it.

MC: “Yes! This is my hair ornament. Thank you, Keith!!”

N: My voice echoes in the night town. ⬛️ Keith’s eyes widened at the unexpected louder volume and he immediately smiled embarrassedly.

Keith: “Thank you for looking for it with me.”

N: However, as if he noticed something, Keith hurriedly took off his gloves. ⬛️ A large hand gently grabbed my hand and touched my cheek.

(Warm…)

N: I know that my hands and cheeks are very cold.

Keith: “It’s cold, isn’t it? Let’s get in the carriage quickly.” ⬛️ “And put this on your shoulders. It’ll keep you out of the cold a little.”

N: When he put his hand on his cloak, I hurriedly intervened.

MC: “No, I’m alright.”

Keith: “No, take it.”

MC: “Alright.”

N: When I nodded with a tone and gaze that didn’t say yes or no, Keith put his cloak on my shoulders. ⬛️ Keith’s faint warmth and the smell of trees in a deep forest made my heart rush. ⬛️ In a carriage returning to the castle…

MC: “Keith, why are you running away?”

Keith: “Running way. Just because you’re taking a proactive action…”

N: With his cloak in hand, I was cornering Keith on the edge of the chair.

MC: “DO you mind if I warm up with you?”

Keith: “I don’t mind it, but I need to prepare myself.”

MC: “Keith, your mental preparation feels like buying time.”

Keith: “You suddenly know what I mean. Um, I understand. I understand, so I want you to leave for now.”

(Now!)

N: I put the cloak on Keith and my own shoulder.

MC: “As I thought, I can’t accept that I’m the only one using the cloak, so let’s warm up together.

Keith: “You… surprisingly don’t back down.”

MC: “Because you said you wouldn’t receive the cloak until you returned to the castle.” ⬛️ “It would be terrible if you caught a cold, Keith.”

Keith: “I’m surprisingly strong as weeds, so it’s okay.”

MC: “But they say weeds don’t grow well in cold weather.”

Keith: “You know me well, MC. That’s why it’s said that winter is the best time to mow.”

MC: “Huh…”

Keith: “Then, do you know this? Conversely, when the temperature is high or when it rains for a long time, weeds grow faster.”

MC: “I didn’t know! It sure feels like summer is growing well.” ⬛️ “Wahh….!?”

N: The carriage shook greatly as if it climbed onto a stone. ⬛️ My body shook from the recoil and I fell into Keith’s arms.

Keith: “MC, are you okay?”

MC: “Yes, thank you very much.”

(Embarrassed, as if he hugged me.)

Keith: “...”

(Eh?)

N: I hurriedly tried to leave, but Keith’s hand wrapped around my shoulder and pulled me hard. ⬛️ When I raised my head at the unexpected event, our eyes met so close that I hesitated to breathe.

MC: “Um, Keith… Please let go.”

Keith: “.....No.”

(Ah….)

N: The sound of my heart was loud in proportion to the approaching face, and I felt the temperature inside the carriage rise.

(Why is this…)

Keith: “...” ⬛️ “...”

(Hmm…?)

N: I noticed that his cheeks were faintly red, and I tried to bring my face closer.

Keith: “!”

(Ah. Too much.)

N: With red cheeks, Keith averts his gaze with a little regret.

Keith: “I’m sorry… If I look embarrassed and me there, I thought I might be able to get the revenge you were pressed for.” ⬛️ “Just on the spur of the moment.” ⬛️ “I lost to you again.”

MC: “I didn’t win…”

(Keith, you’re basically calm, but you suddenly show forcefulness, so I can’t let my guard down.)

Keith: “Um, MC. I really want to apologize to you again.” ⬛️ “Even though I was so absorbed in looking for you, I’m sorry I kept you here until this late.”

N: Keith, drooping down like a wilting flower, gave me a wry smile.

(In no time, he returned to his usual self.)

MC: “Please don’t apologize. Rather, I’m full of gratitude.” ⬛️ “I was surprised and worried that you were looking for my sake all by yourself, but most of all, I was happy.” ⬛️ “This hair ornament was one of several for me.” ⬛️ “But from today onwards, it will be a hair ornament that will be a memory of you and I.”

(Maybe that’s the reason why it looks brighter than ever.)

Keith: “With me…”

MC: “Yes. That’s why I’d be happy if you could also feel that today was a ‘good memory.’”

N: I cherish the hair ornament in my hand.

Keith: “...” ⬛️ “Ah…”

MC: “???”

N: After letting out a troubled voice, Keith put his elbows and the armrest and lightly combed his hair. ⬛️ I thought he was frozen for a few seconds, and his eyes peeking out from his heavy bangs caught me.

Keith: “...You are beautiful, aren’t you?” ⬛️ “How can I say, it’s more straight and white than I thought.” ⬛️ “Don’t worry.”

(What’s the problem?)

N: I couldn’t hear Keith's deceptive words and smile.

Synopsis of Chapter 5:

After participating in the tea party, I met Keith’s cute friend there. During my work as Belle, I hear rumors from the third prince about Jade… “I hope it’s not rolling into the palm of his hand without him knowing it?”

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