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cheriladycl01 · 3 months

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When at work - Lando Norris x UniStudent! Reader Part 2

Plot: Lando has known you since you were born, literally childhood friends. You went to every karting weekend with him until he started to travel more. As childhood lovers who have been dating for 8 years what happens when the general public find out about you?

Credit to landooscurls for the GIF

You'd been taken home by an officer in his car. He'd attempted to calm you down offering to stop at a petrol forecourt and get you a snack to help you blood sugars come back up.

Apparently you looked ghostly pale.

After a Wispa chocolate bar and a Lucozade was brought for you, and you sat in the car just chatting they pulled out and went back onto driving you home.

Once you'd been dropped at the door of your place that you shared with Lando the officers asked you a final few questions. Just if you had good security systems, or someone to stay with you tonight so you weren't alone.

They also explained that you would no longer be safe working there, and even a transfer wouldn't be safe. They asked about your income and whether you'd be able to afford the loss.

Obviously you and Lando would have to talk to each other once he came back to the UK to see what you'd both do and if there was anyway Red Bull or McLaren would take you early as a work from home sort of offer until you graduated and could commit to the seasonal travel.

You shut the door after the officers left, making sure to lock it with the bolt. You sloppily chucked your keys into the dish that was on the cabinet in the entry way before hanging your coat up in the cupboard and kicking your shoes off.

You run straight up into the bedroom, the ensuite door was open and you trudged through staring at yourself in the mirror for a few seconds. Your mascara and eyeliner had run, and you resembled a Panda right now.

You jump into the shower, wanting to wash the days grot and smell of coffee beans and marzipan away. You make sure to wash of the makeup from your face before getting out the shower and wrapping a towel around your hair and body.

You start to go through your skincare routine, making sure to add your little yellow star pimple patch on at the end. You walk back down to the main room where you and Lando spent most of you time in the house.

You grabbed a large blanket from the hamper wrapping it around yourself before curling up on the sofa into yourself.

You sat there silently for a little while before the hot tears started to roll down your face.

You couldn't tell why you were getting so emotional over it. It was scary yes, but it was over now and the police had been very quick getting to the scene.

After 20 minutes of your own mind and a large nap, you woke around 2am. You felt awful knowing that you'd slept on the sofa and had missed dinner. You decided to make yourself a 'breakfast dinner' as you and Lando would sometimes call it depending on his sleep schedule.

You did some chores around the house, like the laundry from before Lando had gone to Australia and washed up the dishes you'd just used and changed the bed sheets. And finished off with some studying for some upcoming exams you had.

As the clock hit 5.30am you started to prepare yourself. You knew seeing Lando race would make you feel much better. You caught yourself up on positions using the F1 app to find out where Lando and Oscar would be starting. You made yourself a tea and got some of you favorite snacks before seating yourself up all comfy on the sofa.

Once you hear the 'It's lights out and away we go' all your worries seem to just melt. You keep your eyes on both the Papaya coloured cars. Only breaking away to message Lily, you had actually met her somehow before you met Oscar which was very strange but you hit it off immediately and would no stop text each other throughout races if you weren't together.

Lando ended up coming 6th, Oscar only a car between them in 8th. The Mclaren didn't have pace this year and you could really tell but both the boys were pushing it as hard as they could without breaking it and messing up their races.

And just like that, 2 days later, Lando was on his flight home. You'd prepared everything for him. Got food that you knew his trainer would approve of, but he would as well. You made sure that everything was perfect.

You drove to the airport in his car, you wanted to see him as soon as possible so picking him up seemed like the best option.

You got through security easily, Lando had phone ahead telling them to let you into the private part of the airport, not wanting to risk crowds around you again.

You waited for him, as he came through the door you couldn't help but run up to him, flinging your arms around him. He knew you well enough that he braced himself for your launching hug, being able to catch you and hold you up as you wrapped around him like a koala does to a tree.

"Baby i missed you so much" you sob, pushing your face into his hoodie covered neck as you cry into him. You hold him so tightly and he squeezes you back, whispering little things to you to get you to calm down.

You hear people walking around, you know its his team, taking his bags away so you didn't knock them over and just to help him in general.

"Okay baby, lets go home" he smiles and he keeps a hold of you sighing as you look at him with a pouty frown and a shake of you head.

"You don't want to go home? Then we cant cuddle on the sofa and have food" he smiles down at you. You let out a small huff before untangling your legs from around his waist before placing a dainty peck on his lips.

"Do you need help?" you politely ask the Mclaren worker, offering to take some of Lando's bags to which she thanks you shaking her head explaining that you didn't have to help.

"I parked the car not far. report security were very helpful!" you smiled taking his hand while dragging his suitcase in the other.

"Yeah I asked for them to come meet you. I didn't want a repeat of the other day" he frowns, and looks at you in the eyes. You knew what this meant, he'd want to talk about it the minute you got home.

The drive home was quiet but comfortable. He left a hand on your thigh as you concentrated on the driver back home.

"So, we should talk about why you felt in necessary to get a job" he says squeezing you leg lightly as he looks over at you.

"I- I didn't want to give the fans another reason to assume I'm leeching off of you. And i feel bad asking my mum and dad, like I'm supposed to be an independent adult ... I'm 22" you say sadly and you hear him sigh.

"Baby, 22 is still so so young and you shouldn't have all that pressure on yourself ... please" he begs.

"I've been talking to Zac and Christian about opportunity i could do from home with them. Even Suzie reached out to me about F1 Academy" you explain, knowing you had options that didn't involve Lando and his finances.

"Baby, I know you don't want to be seen using me for my money, but holy shit you've got so much pressure on yourself right now. You don't need to add to it. I dont know how you did it for as long as you have been... how long did you work there?" he asks, having no clue how long you'd not told him you had a job for.

"About 3 months" you say, checking the wing mirrors before turning left down your road.

"3 MONTHS?" he asks in shock, you were nearly finished with university, surely you could have held out until graduation.

"Baby, you've only got like a month until you've finished all your exams and you'll join me!" he frowns, you pull up into the driveway with a sigh and a nod of acknowledgement.

"I know, i know! And I'm sorry i didn't ask for help and I'm sorry I didn't tell you I'd got a job" you say tears brimming your eyes before he pulls you into a hug over the gear stick.

"Oh, my sweet sweet girl. It's okay, I understand but please never ever feel like you cant ask for me to help you. That comes in the job description of boyfriend" he smiles at you, kissing your forehead making you melt at his touch.

This is what it felt like to be loved and cared for by Lando Norris.

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bettyshoweduptotheparty · 4 months

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Orange is the new black? 🧡🖤

Thoughts on the colour orange in the TS universe

I've had some thoughts on the increasing number of orange things over the last few months and what they might mean. This is most definitely a work in progress, so please add to it with your own ideas and observations.

(Orange is currently not a colour associated with any TS album, for clarity, the colours are: Debut-green, Fearless-gold/yellow, Speak Now -purple, Red (self-explanatory), 1989-light blue, rep-black, lover- pink, folklore-grey/silver, evermore-brown (though white is also used in eras tour colours), midnights-navy blue)

The first prominent appearance of orange was in the LWYMMD mv: The prison jumpsuit in the golden cage and the door in the vault during the heist scene.

A person in a cage and a vault within a vault - makes me think orange represents imprisonment. Orange is the new Black was a very popular (and very queer) TV show about female inmates back in 2017. But in Taylor's case it was black (rep) is the new orange 😉

Since then we have seen orange appear on the Man wall, and all over the Eras tour visuals. Let's go chronologically. The Man mv came out in 2020 and gave us this famous wall:

There's the word karma in black in the middle, and in orange at the top at 12 o'clock. Orange and black again. But we are not aware of an album called Karma, so what's it doing on the wall amongst all the stolen album titles? I'm well aware of the karma album theory... was this something that was 'imprisoned' in 2017? Taylor does cut the wings off the plane and spray paints reputation on it...so, I'm in no position to say it isn't true. It might be. But if this was unreleased music, then I don't think it would have been part of the masters sale. It was never released by Big Machine so they couldn't have sold it. I have a different theory. The black karma is the process that ties all of these re-recordings together, her act of 'defiance' (as she calls it in the TIME article) against the man who bought them from under her. That's why it's in the middle, so karma 'comes back around' if you're going in a figure eight. And the orange karma at the top is a collective term for all the vault songs, that would never have seen the light of day/would forever have stayed 'imprisoned', if it weren't for the re-recordings. The fact that it's in a 12 o'clock position still has me stressing though, we've been counting down to midnight for over a year now and every time Taylor changes her socials back to midnights colours, we're reminded that the clock is still ticking. Will all albums/vault tracks be free when we hit midnight or is something else being released from it's cage?? There is of course, also the orange door that descends from the big screen during the Eras tour performance of karma, the very last song of the tour, that explodes into a kind of rainbow supernova when it hits the ground. Ideas on that one welcome, I've seen many but none of them have convinced me yet. Only in so far that it seems to indicate that whatever the orange thing is, it follows the midnights era.

I can't not mention the lover nail that changed from pink to orange in July on tour, but I still have absolutely no idea why that is. Of all the albums, lover was the first one to be owned by her so no clue why that one is now orange...Maybe the era that the masters heist happened. After all, that also changed a lot about Lover, including the title, some songs were replaced and she never got to wear her rainbow dress. But why not have it orange from the start then?

Something else orange that has recently been added to the Eras tour is orange confetti. I don't think anyone has confirmed when this was added, but here is the confetti as collected by people in April vs at one of the latest shows in November:

So, it seems something orange is definitely joining the ranks of the eras, but if that's something new or old...who knows. Something that would support the vault theory is the Spotify wrapped canvas, specifically this section:

There's the orange vault with golden glitter (fearless), leaves (red), purple fireworks (speak now) and seagulls (1989) coming out, so that's all the albums that have been freed from imprisonment so far. The rep snake (and what I assume are debut butterflies) are coming out of the cave underneath. Interesting to note that the woman monitoring the seismograph is also right above the vault, and above her is the person with all the clocks. The big mastermind clock is on midnight, and the full video shows us that when the clock strikes midnight, there is an earthquake/explosion, which may be what caused the vault to open, the clock person is certainly looking down towards it with interest. Something else I've noticed about the full canvas is that her lavender mountain seems to be 'melting away' like a glacier where the items are placed because they're all sitting on green grass, the only things that are actually coming out of the mountain are her head and her hand holding the burning house. Which brings me to the last orange thing: the fire.

‘Karma is the fire in your house’, right? 😉 The Lover house has been burning down since day 1 of the Eras tour, and I’ve already made multiple attempts at guessing why that might be and especially, why it’s burning with blue flames first and then changes to orange before it fully collapses. But I don’t think I got it right, because my guess was that blue meant 1989tv era, and so far, nothing’s been on fire. Or did I miss it?? If anything, she threw a flame into our little gaylor house with her poorly worded prologue… so it wasn’t 1989tv. The Spotify video actually zooms in on the burning house and we can see some of the items from the midnights house: the red phone, the retro sofa, and the chessboard that’s fallen off the table. So, does that suggest the fire is burning the midnights era? Possibly, but when Taylor’s TIME article came out, I noticed something else that stopped me in my tracks. I know we’re all waiting for reputation tv in the next few months, and rep is in fact the only re-recording she gives an explicit shoutout to in the article (along with the very rep-coded photo shoot), and this is what she says:

So much to say about these few sentences. Note how she’s being directly quoted here, so these are the words she used, no paraphrasing. And the one that stood out to me the most is the way she describes the rep vault tracks as „fire“. Out of all the words she could have used, when she’s been showing us open lighters and a burning house all year, she calls the rep vault tracks FIRE 👀. Like the fire that burns your house???

My English language graduate brain also wants me to point out the following about the way she describes reputation as a concept. (For those of you that weren’t around in 2017, reputation never had a rollout cycle or any promotion, it was the album that had no explanation, she never did a single interview about it, so this is kind of the first time she ever talked about it). Why rep is the ‘most charged’ era is probably self-explanatory, but she also says it’s an expression of ‘female rage at being gaslit by an entire social structure’. So, assuming it’s her rage, what is society gaslighting her into believing? Maybe that two female friends can’t possibly be a couple, no matter how much they act like one. But a woman holding a man’s hand in public, that’s a couple for sure! I think heteronormativity is the social structure she’s mocking here, so much of reputation (even the title) makes so much sense when you look at it from that angle. We all know that if you heard any of Dress or Gorgeous with your societal conditioning removed you’d expect it to be about a woman, but heteronormativity and Taylor’s reputation for being boy-crazy made most people assume that couldn’t possibly be the case. And those people just saw it (as Taylor says) for the ‘sick snakes and strobe lights’. And immediately after that she says that the upcoming vault tracks will be fire. Call me crazy, but for me that sounds like “Reputation was me blatantly writing songs about the woman I love, because I know you guys won’t see for what it is anyway because you’re so blinded by heteronormativity, but these upcoming tracks will burn your expectations, you won’t be able to ignore it”. It might be wishful thinking, but by logical progression of what she’s saying here, it makes sense. And if I know one thing, it’s that Taylor chooses her words deliberately.

And the movie reference…? Collecting horcruxes or infinity stones suggest there is a mission/end goal that she’s working towards with these re-recordings. Guess we’ll have to wait for the movie to see how it ends 😉.

Edit: Addition submitted, thank you anon!

#thinking out loud #about orange things #karma theory #maybe?#the eras tour #lgbetty

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randomwords247 · 8 months

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Today on things I have realised have been american-ised in Hilda that I didn't notice before: The walk signal.

Idk if I would've fully realised before going to the states on holiday but america does these bad boys way differently

Firstly, I've never heard anyone call them a walk signal. Pedestrian crossing or zebra crossing, or just "Green man".

Secondly: The signal's are different

Usually its a guy standing or even a bike coloured red, and when you can go? It's a green man walking - Hence, green man. Idk how common the bike is off the top of my head but its not always there

This is typically what they look like. The pole with the button you press has the green man, and sometimes there's also a traffic light (upper photo) with the green/red man.

Sometimes they look like this, but typically it looks like the photos above

It's not important or anything, but I think it's interesting how many little things are different, like them calling jumpers "sweaters" or the side Johanna drives being swapped. Small changes from the original british comic that add up to be a little odd to see at first, but are pretty darn nifty to notice and talk about. I don't know if I would've fully clocked it as american/canadian before I went there and experienced the different signals in person

I just think its Neat

(also these photos are taken from google images. Before anyone thinks they can dox me. Its very dark outside I couldn't take a photo of these if I tried)

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fault-classic · 10 months

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May and June were pretty busy for me, so I didn't have as much time to work on game dev. I'll condense what I've done over those two months into one post.

May and June's work was focused on building a CAMP area. This is where the party gathers outside of the dungeon, and where Ashley can save the game, switch out party members, and rest to restore HP and MP.

It all started with this mockup image here. Originally the Camp and the entrance to the dungeon were supposed to be two separate rooms with a fade-to-black in between them, but that idea didn't make it past the initial concept stage.

The idea for the trees to form this black barrier around the room perimeter was also thrown out - I couldn't use the same principles for designing interiors as I did for outdoor areas. It would take a different approach.

Getting the look right was an involved process. My first blueprints for the entrance made it out to be this enormous megastructure when I actually constructed it in-engine.

Gluing the trees together like A Link to the Past was a good idea though.

Attempts to pare the map down into something more manageable resulted in this awkward half-way step. There were still too many repeated textures for my liking, it was still too big, and it kind of looked like it was under construction instead of being in ruins.

This is the last mockup I went with before I collected the assets and actually built the thing in engine.

I found it useful from a technical perspective to start with a very blown-out, saturated colour palette, and then work "subtractively" from there, dialing down the colours using the in-engine tools as appropriate.

Have I shown off the diagonal stair movement before? That was something I coded myself. The tops and bottoms of the stairs act as little triggers that change the outputs of the movement keys as appropriate. You don't have to zig zag down the stairs like I've seen in some RPG Maker games.

Party members who aren't currently following Ashley will hang back at the campsite. Ashley can swap them out like so - but the assets for everyone aren't quite done yet. Yolei doesn't have a walking sprite!

I did a lot of experimenting to figure out the range of different palettes I could get without making changes to the tileset assets themselves.

I coded an in-game clock that ticks down when Ashley walks around outside of camp. The weather conditions and lighting change depending on when the party returns to camp - this would be late in the day, around sunset.

If the Ashley returns to camp after dark, the remaining party members will have a little fire set up.

The effects to make this fire work right are really elaborate. I might make a second post to explain everything that went into it.

#RPG Maker #Game dev #indie game #pixel art #animation #dungeon crawler #adventurer #Ashley #Nana #Isaac #Vito #Yolei #Fio

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bakugou-katsukis-wife · 11 months

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Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader (female)

Genre: angst to fluff, slice of life, slow burn, domestic.

Summary: Your jobs took up most of your time, hence not bring able to spend it on each other. This led to a series of blaming things on one another, only to end up in the arms of the other. Reader also likes Indian food, Reader is very short compared to katsuki.

Warnings: Suggestive, swearing, mentions of not doing things properly, angst, blaming, closer to reality.

Arguments

It's already 7:30 pm.

You were supposed to leave the house at 6:45. He hadn't shown up yet, he was running late. Again. For the 5th time this month.

This had been happening since 3 months now, you and katsuki could barely make time for eachother anymore due to your jobs. Whenever you managed to get off of work early, a new villain would choose to shine to the crowd. Mostly it was just pesky burglars, or just Some adult minor going off with a weak quirk to cause trouble. But since your lovely beloved was in the top 3, being the 2nd, he was required to be present at most of the crimes.

His job demanded him and his time immensely and you respected that. But you having to de-prioritise yours everytime to make time for the both of you, for it to not even be used, made it worthless to even try to.

Here you were staring at the clock, waiting for katsuki to get home.

The agency held him back to fill out the paper work for all the crimes he handled this past month. The crimes because of which he could never make it to the planned dates.

As you waited, the clock didn't stop, time flowing like a bottle of wine, it was about to be 8pm in about another 16-15 minutes. 8pm was the time of the reservation you guys booked for the evening. It was to the new restraunt which opened last to last week, it was an Indian one, and you loved it. You wanted to go since the day it opened but like always, you both didn't have the time.

3 minutes later you heard keys jangle into your door, katsukis here.

You got up from the couch and tried your best to scurry in your wine coloured bodycon dress while wearing 4 inch heels to reach katsukis shoulders atleast.

Katsuki entered to see you there, looking so pretty in the dim light. He assumed you turned the rest off, thinking he'd reach sooner and you guys will leave the house

"Fuck, baby, I'm sorry"

"Work is just busting my ass right now. All these idiots are good for nothing. I don't even know why I pay them.They do fucking nothing, it's as if they give me all their fucking Work to complete."

He said as he speed walked towards your shared bedroom to change out of his hero suit to wear a white button up with jeans instead.

That's when you spoke up and said,

"It's fine."

"Not like I had to forget my work and come home early." You mumbled the last line to yourself. Were you pissed? No.

Disappointed? Yes.

You kept quiet and didn't say anything till you guys made it in the car.

"Could we go a bit faster?" You said, "I mean like maybe speed up a bit?"

Katsuki squinted his eyes at you,"I can't just run over the red light Y/N" "plus I'm a hero, I'm bound to follow the law."

The silence between you two was heavy, just the radio in the background and the slightest noise of the air conditioner spewing cold air into your faces.

Soon enough, which was an hour and a half, you guys reached the restraunt. It was 9:30 now, and to your surprise the retraunt closes at 10.

So to make your mood even worse. They couldn't allow you guys to dine. Even though katsuki fought a bit, in a little less civilized manner, they unfortunately could not serve costumers some time before closing.

Defeated and sad you walked back to the car with a fuming and tired katsuki.

Katsuki was tired and hungry from working all day and driving for so long, only to drive back with nothing.

On the way back he sped up a little on the road since it was empty,

That's when you said something "Oh so now you decide to go faster?."

See, now, you were pissed. Not having food made you cranky. Like all the time. And with all the pressure of trying to keep a work-life balance, being hungry was the cherry on top for you.

He turned to look at you on the passenger seat,

He had a look of anger and a little hurt, just a tiny bit. Mostly anger.

"The fuck Y/N?"

"Look I'm sorry about All this delay cause of Me but these comments are unnecessary".

You scoffed and looked ahead instead.

"You should be sorry."

He was still looking at you in utter astonishment and not the road,

That's when you saw a person crossing the road, you screamed " KATSUKI! WATCH THE ROAD!"

Thanks to Katsuki's good reflex he saw and hit the breaks in time.

" I swear to fucking god katsuki! Drive properly!"

" I do drive properly.., it's because of your cribbing this happened." He grumbled under his breath

You heard him, but kept quiet to soothe your own ego.

Katsuki sucked in air through his gritted teeth in annoyance and continued driving in egotistical silence from the both of you.

When you guys reached home, you opened your heels at the door and strutted towards the bedroom to change into your night wear (which consisted of one of katsukis old t-shirts and your little high waisted shorts)

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Katsuki grunted as he saw you walking away from him giving him the cold shoulder.

He took off his shoes and went straight to the kitchen rather then changing his clothes. He groaned as he saw the clock while opening the fridge to take out ingredients to make a simple ramen bowl for the two of you.

He was done making the Ramen before you came back. He took two bowls out and served the Ramen in them, garnished it with coriander leaves and sesame seeds with cut up boiled eggs on top.

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Soon you walked out of the bedroom towards the living room, you sat on the couch. You could smell delicious food in the kitchen.

But of course you didn't dare get up and have food, that would mean that your submitting to katsuki and that you were wrong.

And obviously you weren't wrong at all! You can never be wrong!.

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Katsuki knew you were in the living room,

He heard those changing audios on your phone probably from tiktoks.

He picked up his bowl, leaving yours in the microwave so that it doesn't get cold.

He walked into the living room and sat on the other couch seat parallel to the couch itself, propped his feet up on the center table, turned the T.V on for some national documentary, and slurped on his Ramen. Trying his best to tease you by showing how much he enjoyed his food.

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You saw katsuki eating his dinner as If you weren't even there. Where the fuck is my Ramen!?!?! You thought.

You saw him watching the TV, so you increased the volume of your phone so that it would overlap his hearing of the TV.

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Katsuki realised what you were doing and increased the volume of the TV,

Now he knew you couldn't beat that with your silly phone in the background. He was in anger from your previous behaviour and actions.

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Oh now you were really really pissed

But you knew you couldn't do anything, so you kept quiet.

Glancing at katsuki eating from now and then.

That's when your tummy grumbled, indicating your hungry. And will die of starvation at one point.

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See, now katsuki was mad and stubborn as fuck, but not Heartless, especially not to you.

He heard your stomach begging for food,

So he got up, put his bowl in the sink and got yours to the living room for you to eat.

He kept the bowl on the table without a word and just grunted before going back to his seat to watch whatever it was he was watching.

"I'm not hungry" You said, not looking up from your phone

"Hah?" "Eat." Katsuki replied turning around to look at you

"I'm. not. hungry." You repreated

"The fuck Y/N, your just cranky from not having any food, clearly you need to eat." Katsuki replied trying to keep his cool

"I don't want your food." You said,

"Oh so it's on me now? That it's food i made so you won't eat?"...." yknow what leave it." Katsuki replied.

You scoffed "what a joke." You mumbled to yourself, still enough for him to hear though.

"Alright. Enough of this shit, what's the fucking issue Y/N?." katsuki spoke

"The issue? The issue Is that no one cares about my occupation here!"

"I always make time for you but you can never seem to do the same for me!" You replied.

"Well I'm sorry my job requires me to give it my time, It's not like I'm out there SAVING LIVES!"

katsuki exclaimed. Now katsuki valued your work alot, it meant the whole world for you and he appreciated every bit of it. Just that today, both of you were on your toes. Up for fighting, there was rage surging through him and he doesn't know why, just that he needs to steam it off. And without a thought, that's what he's doing.

"SO MY JOB MEANS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!?" "IS THAT WHAT YOUR TRYING TO SAY!?"

you got up from your position on the couch and bit back at katsuki, raising your voice higher by each line.

"MAYBE I AM! WHO KNOWS!? I PAY THE BILLS HERE, I MAKE YOU FOOD, I DRIVE YOU AROUND! AND THIS IS WHAT I GET IN RETURN!? NOT A THANKS, BUT A BRATTY FUCKING GIRLFRIEND WHOS GOOD FOR NOTHING BUT MAKING THINGS COMPLICATED! "

Katsuki screamed back.

"RIGHT! WELL IM SO FUCKING SORRY TO HAVE EVER RELIED ON YOU KATSUKI, AND IM ALSO SORRY TO HAVE MADE YOUR LIFE SO FUCKING COMPLICATED. I CAN FEED MYSELF, OKAY?! YOU DONT NEED TO STRESS ABOUT WHATEVER THE FUCK I DO!"

you spoke, well screamed while turning around in anger and stomping to the kitchen to make instant noodles and grabbed a pack of chips with a soda can. You were banging the cabinets whenever you opened or closed them to take food. "YEAH GO HAVE THAT FUCKING TOXIC FOOD, YOU CANT EVEN FUCKING COOK FOR THE LIFE OF YOU Y/N. AND YOU HAVE BEEN PRANCING AROUND BLAMING ME?! YOU ARE SO FUCKING UNGRATEFUL! CAN YOU EVER DO ANYTHING PROPERLY!?"

Katsuki Came over to you and snatched the bag of chips and soda can from your hands.

You scoffed in offense and looked at katsuki in amusement, "Y'know what katsuki? You're sleeping on the fucking couch tonight. And don't you dare think about bothering me." You said in a cold tone as you threatened him and got close to him while pointing a finger at his chest.

you spinned on your heel and bee lined for the bedroom, you threw a pillow and a blanket from the bedroom door onto the couch and banged the door close.

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Katsuki just stared at the closed door of the bedroom, he sighed in defeat as he began to clean the house a bit. He put away the junk you took out and washed his dirty bowl in the sink.

When he returned to the living room, He saw that the bowl of Ramen was gone, a small smile displayed on his features as he figured you took the bowl with you. He turned off the TV and the kitchen lights, he took the blanket and pillow and layed on the couch trying to sleep.

He was still bummed about the fight. He replayed every single thing he said and realised he didn't even mean more than half of the shit he did say to you... The guilt was eating him alive... for all he knows you might be in a worse situation with yourself right now. He knew your deal with overthinking, you've always had it. The knack to always make things seem for the worse... but it also prepared you for it. Ugh this overthinking was actually killing him. He isn't used to feeling nervous. But then you make him feel everything he never thought he would. He covered his face with his pillow and groaned in agony, full of annoyance and anger on himself.

A few minutes passed and he got impatient, he took his blanket and pillow and sat infront the bedroom door. Waiting for morning to come early so that he could see you and apologise to you.

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You sat in the dark room, the only light helping you to see was the moon shining from in between the blinds. You opened the blinds. You sat on the floor, your back resting on the side of the bed as you faced the wall which was a window itself and ate your Ramen in silence. You were thinking of how you could sleep without katsuki by your side.. no matter how mad you are at him, you will always love him twice as much. As you finished your food You looked out the window, it was a crescent moon in the midnight sky it made you remember all those nights you and katsuki used to sneak out of your school's dormitories and meet at the roof of the building in front the local central park. A tear slid down your right cheek... you didn't mean to end the night on bad terms with katsuki... it made you feel so fucking awful.. you sat there as more tears started pouring out of your eyes and soon you were full on crying... trying to keep your sobs in. You figured you weren't gonna get any sleep without katsuki so you wrapped yourself in a blanket, got up while crying, went out of your bedroom just to see katsuki in the doorway with his eyes drooping. He was going in and out of consciousness. You saw him and slowly whispered trying not to cry while you spoke " katsuki? Are you asleep?.. I'm sorry.." your voice cracked " I can't sleep without you... sorry, " You said as more tears flowed from your now swollen eyes.

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Katsuki heard you, he wasn't asleep, he couldn't sleep, not without you he can't. He grunted, and opened his arms for you to come to him, you immediately jumped into his arms and cuddled into his chest as you sobbed apologies into his now wet t-shirt. Katsuki palmed your head and rubbed your back to help you let it all out as he too whispered sweet nothings and Apologies into your hair. " I know sweets, I know you didn't meant it. And I'm sorry too I didn't mean any of that fucking shit I just said. I love you so fucking much princess you could never be a bother to me.." katsuki whispered into your ear and kissed you forehead tenderly. As he soothed you, you had fallen asleep in his arms, still sobbing a bit in your sleep. He carried you in his arms as he wrapped you in your blanket like a baby and took you to the bedroom. He layed you down on your side of the bed and went to his. He saw the empty bowl of Ramen which made him sigh in relief, now he knows you ate and didn't starve yourself. He got into the bed beside you as he got covers over the two of you. He cuddled you the rest of the night, giving you small kisses now and then whenever he woke up for a bit. You both finally slept peacefully, in each other's loving embrace.

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I Can't Do It Alone | John Price x m!reader

anonymous asked: Hello. I was wondering if I could request " That's your side of the bed" with Price x m!reader? 👉👈

summary: you can't be alone, you don't want to be alone, but he's gone and there's nothing that you can do about it.

tws: death, grief

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Sleep didn't come so easily these days, if it ever came at all. Everything fell into a numbing and dull routine, and you hardly even had the energy to get out of bed most mornings; sometimes, you slept well into the afternoon and didn't even think twice about it.

The clock ticking was about the loudest thing you would hear, so numbing that you completely forgot about it for the most part; the clock ticking, telling you that hours and days were going by and the entire world was moving on without you. Everything moved without you there, while you were trapped in the most awful stalemate that you had ever witnessed; it wasn't like you could get away and you could retreat, there were no exit corridors or emergency evacuations from that kind of stalemate.

You hardly ate, everything tasted like cardboard and cooking stole too much of your already drained energy that you usually felt like you were going to collapse; the things you used to love brought nothing to you, and even old photographs with cherished memories did very little to dull the constant ache buried within your chest and reaching to the pit of your stomach.

Caffeine and nicotine did little to perk you up, even though all the cigars had been locked inside a glass case and placed on the bedside table for old time's sake; that case was soon shrouded in secrecy when you chucked a towel over it, no longer wanting to see them.

People called and texted, they always did with things like this, but the chances of you answering your phone were slim to none; most understood, although some told you that you had had enough time and that you needed to start living your life again. You were sure that they had never felt pain like that, you were certain that they didn't know what it was like to be so miserable and so lonely all the time; you hoped that they never found out.

You really hoped that they would never know.

The bed was always half cold, the pillows on one side were left untouched and still smelled of the same old aftershave that they always did; the sheet was the same one that had been put on the day that you were left alone, and you couldn't bring yourself to change it, or even wash it. Scared that if you did, then the memories would be taken away; so you left it all, and didn't change any of it.

Allowing that aftershave to linger, slowly dying off with each passing day; the bottle of it was still left exactly where it had been, on the vanity opposite the framed photograph that was now pushed down so that only the back of the frame was visible.

Completely untouched.

The Zippo lighter that was often used to light cigars was left in its final resting place on the bedside table, a remnant from when it had been pulled out of a trouser pocket and forgotten about for the very last time; the finger prints were still smudged on the back, a final reminder.

It was the middle of the night, and you were still wide awake, staring at the ceiling and hoping that the stinging headache would leave you and that your nose would stop running; your cheeks were still stained with the remainder of the rain, and the colour of your eyes was still drowning behind the flood.

You hardly felt it when the room got colder, hidden under the duvet that you had tried not to hog too much; you were still sniffling and choking on unsaid words, and you felt more exhausted than you ever had before. Your nose was so blocked that you didn't even register the stench of rotten eggs that had filled the room.

You were still so choked up that your focus didn't even drift from the ceiling to the shadowy figure that loomed by the end of the bed. One last sniffle, and you turned onto your side.

"Don't cry, pup."

The familiar, yet echoing and filled with static, voice hissed and finally caught your attention. You sat up, and wiped your eyes on the back of your sleeve as you sniffled loudly and cleared your throat. The shadowy figure took a step toward you, and sat on the end of the other side of the bed.

"I hate when I see you cry," he choked out.

"Johnny?"

The figure nodded. "Hi, baby."

You dared to let out a cough, shaking your head. "How? Ghost said... he said you'd... the fire and the... the tank and the... how?"

"I got lucky," his voice groaned with an echo. It sounded distant, and far too faint, like he was halfway across the street. "I hate seeing you in pain like this."

You shook your head, but when you made a reach for his hand, he stood up and backed away towards the wardrobe. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, no, you didn't do anything wrong," Price coughed. "You've never done anything wrong, pup, and I would've been proud to call you my husband one day."

You frowned, confusion taking over as you whispered his name again; trying to beckon him to come closer. "John, what's going on? That's... that's your side of the bed and I, I haven't changed the pillowcases or nothing, I... I left it the way you did..."

"I know," his ghastly whisper was hoarse and slowly becoming less intelligible. "But pup, I'm not staying for long, and before I go, I just need you to know that the times we were together were the best in my life."

"Don't go," you pleased. "Please. I can't do this on my own."

"You have to," Price replied, "you have to go on without me, my darling husband. But you're strong, you can do it."

"John-"

"I have to go," he said hurriedly. "But I'll always be watching over you."

"John, I-" but before you could finish your sentence, he was gone. In the blink of an eye, the man that you loved had disappeared before you, and you could already feel something wet and hot streaming down your cheeks as you sniffled. "Don't leave me alone, Johnny, please..."

But Price was gone. He had left you all alone for good, and although you could see something glittering on the vanity, you ignored it, and tried to make some sense of what had happened as the room began to get back to its normal temperature, and the smell of rotten eggs faded.

You were all alone for good, now, and all that Price had left behind for you was the picture that he kept in his breast pocket, the picture that he had had on him the day he died; the one of him kissing you in front of fireworks on Guy Fawkes Night. The day he promised that, one day, you would be his husband.

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"You have no idea how much I love you" - Terzo (The Band Ghost) x Reader Oneshot

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A/N: I'm finally getting a chance to write for Terzo and I'm very excited! I'm not sure if I'm comfortable with writing smut yet so I'll work my way up to it, but in the meantime, here is some fluff with a slight angsty tone (alludes to smut) :) (Not that it affects this story) but slight AU change. In this version, all the Papas are thriving and alive, Terzo isn't beheaded (Thank Satan).

Word Count: 1.5k

Prompt: "You have no idea how much I love you, do you?"

Reader's pronouns: Unspecified gn!neutral reader

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Between the bustling and screaming crowds, you couldn't help but smile at your partner's glowing face, his true colours shining best under the beaming hot stage lights. It didn’t matter how much jealously you felt in previous moments, or the inexplainable disappointment that clouded your mind every time Terzo went away for a tour, because it all surmounted to this. In a place where he was truly comfortable to be his quirky self, Terzo did what he did best, and entertained from the most genuine depths of his heart.

You had to admit that you were head over heels in love with your Papa, as you had been now for many years, and could only pray to Satan for the return of these favours. Though, despite your anxieties, Terzo certainly did his best to show it. His affections were never lacking. Even in shows, his mind lingered on you, itching to see you and spend time with you as soon as the curtain closed. He would gift you lavish items such as new clothing and spoil you to your heart's content. You were never materialistic and could easily live without luxuries, but you happily accepted the gifts and the memories attached to them to please Terzo.

It was rare for you to get a place in the pit as you much preferred to keep to the side of the stage to better monitor the performance, but alas, he insisted on occasion. That night he had been quivering with energy, almost giddy and over-excited to get back on stage for the Meliora cycle. Being the tour's last show, he was determined to give it his all and give the people a damn good show they would remember.

That led to an amazing show combined with the mixed efforts of the performers and the electrified crowd. In the end, you could only sway with the pit, hair sticking to your face while your eyes remained on Terzo. Monstrance Clock was by far one of your favourites and he sang it so beautifully that at times, it could lull you peacefully to sleep. Heart fluttering, Terzo's eyes skimmed yours and a smirk emerged on his painted lips. His gaze was the first to break and with an enthusiastic kick, his attention returned back to the majority of the crowd. Skipping across the stage with the microphone held close to his lips, he paid a visit to each element and had small, slightly sensual interactions with each.

This, of course, didn't bother you one bit. Part of the job as Papa was to have a dark, alluring front that had sexual undertones. And the Ghouls were always very active creatures. But, Terzo had devoted himself long ago to you and you knew this wouldn't be a problem.

He had become strangely jittery but the end of the song was going smoothly until you witnessed his face go slightly pale, eyes widening as he sang and winced. In confusion, you whipped your head behind you to observe what he was staring at, only to see a darkened crowd of people. Frowning, you looked back up at him and wondered what possibly could have spooked him.

His dressing room was by far the most comfortable area at each venue. In the middle, against a wall sat a large, wooden vanity, illuminated with glowing bulbs. Polaroids had been stuck to the glass, causing you to smile fondly at the memories. An elongated, leather couch sat against the opposite wall, a glass coffee table in the centre on top of a fluffy rug. Being quite the diva, all these items of furniture were moved from venue to venue, but not managing to go without a handful of scuff marks here and there.

But perhaps your favourite part of the whole room was the rainbow assortment of flower bouquets, spilling from the pile of suitcases in the corner. The room was swept in a floral scent.

Sighing contently, you slid against the couch, shoulders heavy and muscles aching. You did like to party, but you also had determined that you needed a quick, refreshing power nap before moving on to the after party, one Terzo would surely want to attend with you at his side. Feeling your eyelids fall, you made yourself comfortable against a throw blanket and a pillow.

You weren't sure how much time had passed, only hearing the eventual closening of footsteps before a shadow passed the door, "Alright, Omega, I will see". His tone was dismissive, and with your eyes still squeezed shut, your dominant eyebrow arched in inquiry. The door crept open with a slight jingle.

Only you and Terzo had the keys to the room.

There was a shuffle, followed by a restless sigh, contemplating the depth of your slumber. "A night in, huh, bella?" he whispered gently, not expecting a response. His hand ran through his raven locks, "That works for me too...", and he turned to face the vanity. Your face didn't dare shift in reaction but your mind was still plagued with questions that demanded answers.

There was a strange silence that fell across the room. His eyes would drag from the vanity, where he sat, to you on the couch, reassuring himself that you were alright. Before you knew it, half an hour had come and gone, and deciding it was now or never, you pushed yourself up from sinking in the leather. Surprisingly, Terzo didn’t jump, barely even shifting as he caught a glimpse of your movement in the corner of his milky white eye. You felt a yawn climb up your throat and pressed your hand to your mouth,

“Satan! What time is it?”

He hummed and Terzo’s head turned to face you, “12:05”. His response was followed by a meek yet affirming simper. Your head tilted at the curious man, pressing your hands into the couch,

“12:05? The party started at 12…” you met his face in the slightly grubby mirror, “Darling, is something wrong? You would never miss a party, especially not the ‘End-of-tour’ after party”. Your musing seemed to delight him, making him chuckle.

“I couldn’t spend a night in with my Tesoro? I thought I would let you sleep, yeah? You seemed tired after all the head banging-”. You knew he was making excuses. From the way he droned on and on about his excitement about the party just that morning, you could tell something more was bothering him.

You stood from the couch and approached the behind of his chair, softly placing your hands on his shoulders before dipping your head over his shoulder to meet his. He caught you in a dangerously slow kiss, the taste of mint lingering on your tongue.

He always carried mints around.

“Tell me, really, what is bothering you”

His head slumped, tilting his neck to the side to give access to your lips. Terzo's eyes drifted to the mirror, remaining on you. "Nothing ever gets past you, eh?". Gloved hands fumbling in his lap, he pursed his lips, "I just didn't do a good job singing tonight, I fear"

Your lips pursed and your head rose from his neck. “Huh? You did an amazing job-”

“But I sang some of the notes incorrectly and my timing was out”

Terzo was usually not one to be insecure, so it struck you as a surprise to hear him worry about such a thing. “Hun, you were perfect. You saw me in the pit, and not a single soul noticed even if you did make a mistake”. But his eyes drifted away from yours, prompting you to place your hand under his chin, guiding his face back to you. “Hey, look at me. On my way back to the dressing room, I was able to see everyone as they left, the beaming smiles or their jittery excitement. They came to see you, and see your personality shine. Each experience is unique and it isn’t always going to be perfect, and they know that too. And they still left as happy as they could be”

Despite his mood, he managed to crack a small smile and you both sat in silence for a moment.

“You always know how to make me feel better, Bella”. Your chest was engulfed in a comforting fuzzy feeling, heart pattering as you pressed a kiss to his nose. Seeing the black paint smeared above your lip, Terzo used his sleeve to wipe it off, chuckling.

Eventually, he stood from the table and was now eye level with you. With delicacy, he took your hand and brought it to his lips. You contained a giggle, feeling his hot and steamy breath against your skin, the soft mumbling of his words, “We really should stay in. Fuck the party, I would much rather be with you”. His tone transformed into a growl as he swept you around into his arms, wrapped securely.

You squealed, “Terzo!”

He smirked wickedly, “You have no idea how much I love you, do you?”

You only grinned back, “I think I do…. But I could afford to be reminded a few more times”

“Let’s refresh that memory, shall we?” He whispered, guiding your way back to the couch.

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#x reader #the band ghost #ghost #fluff #gender neutral reader #gn s/o #terzo #Terzo x reader #Papa III #Papa III x reader #Slight angst #Oneshot #short prompt

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creativepawsworld · 1 year

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Silence - Chapter 18

Pairing = Thomas Shelby x Reader

Summary = Anastasia returns home after spending the night with Thomas Shelby. Her mother shares some harsh words.

Warnings = Language, Gang Activity, Sexual Relations, After Sex Glow.

Word Count = 3538

Looking over my shoulder I couldn’t stop the smile growing as my eyes focused on Thomas. His arm thrown over me gently so he didn’t suffocate me as he slept. His eyes were closed, soft slow breaths were escaping his mouth as he slumbered next to me. The light coloured freckles dusting his face had me comparing him to an angel. He truly was perfect.

Needing to use the bathroom, I carefully removed his arm, slowly sliding out from the warm cover I placed my feet to the ground picking up my skirt and blouse from yesterday. I winced at a dull pain between my legs, a stark reminder of what I had lost last night and I couldn't have been happier.

Carefully getting dressed I tip toed my way to the door, trying the door knob without success. It was locked. Looking back over at Tommy, I turned the lock as quietly as I could but the loud click was sure to wake him. Sensing no movement behind me, I bit my lip creeping out of the room and into a lit hallway.

Closing the door behind me, I released a breathe I was holding, thankful I didn't wake him. I tip toed my way to bathroom to use the facilities. Checking myself in the mirror, using the reflection to wash my face and fixed my hair, no doubt I will run into someone before I managed to leave.

Opening the door, I recoiled back at the unexpected sight of Polly standing before me her arms crossed across her chest and a cocky smirk on her face.

“Polly you scared me half to death” I tell her quietly, clutching my chest.

“Tommy still sleeping?” She asked nodding her head to the stairs. Replying to her with a nod of my own, I began my descent down the stairs, taking the lead as she continued. “He is usually the first in the house to awake. You must have worn him out.”

“Oh I wouldn’t…”

“Was he kind to you?” Polly asked dismissing what I was about to say. Ushering me into the kitchen and pulling out a chair for me to sit on before going over to fill the teapot with water.

“He was…” I blushed looking down at my hands, uncomfortable with the conversation.

“Good. Tommy can get a little…” She began passing me a hot cup of tea, pulling a strange face as she sat on the seat next to me.

“Well he was great, can we change the subject please?” I asked thanking her for the cup of tea with a nod.

“Okay, you will grow comfortable with such discussions being in this family.” Polly chuckled knowing each member of the family knew the inner workings of the other but they were remarkable at keeping the mystery in public.

“I have no doubt about that.” I tell her glancing at the small clock in the kitchen, catching the time.

Biting my lip, it was 7am, no doubt my parents were up getting ready to open the store just a few streets over. It would only be a matter of time before they realised I was missing. How I was going to explain this one to them without it ending in a full blown argument was troubling me.

“Tell the truth, you’re a grown woman it’s about time you break free from their clutches” Polly nodded reading my mind, taking a sip of her hot tea. “There is always room here if anything were to happen, Ana so do not worry.”

“I appreciate that” I nodded hoping that it wouldn’t come to that but given how my mother reacted to the news that I was merely dating Thomas Shelby I could only imagine what the fall out of this would be.

I couldn’t stay here though, Tommy and I barely knew each other and I was still rather wary of Arthur so it just wouldn’t feel right. I just hoped that if things did go wrong, James’ wouldn’t be too upset with me and his offer of letting me stay would still stand.

“Morning” Tommy’s voice broke my thoughts, a warm hand rested on my shoulder as he bent over, his lips pressed against my cheek. An unexpected expression of emotion from him in front of his aunt who just looked between the two of us with an adoring smile.

Standing back to his full self, he made his way to the cupboard pulling out a cup and helping himself to tea from the pot. He was already dressed for the day in a fine, grey suit that fitted him perfectly, especially around his behind. Biting my lip I tried to control the thoughts running through my mind.

“How is your wound?" I squeaked unable to shake the inappropriate thoughts. Sparing a glance at Polly she had light herself a cigarette, a laugh escaping her lips as she looked over at me, eyebrows raised in amusement. She had caught me looking at her nephew’s ass.

“It’s fine Stace” He nodded with a smile, rising the cup to his mouth and taking a drink. “Are you working today?” He asked, turning the conversation from himself, nodding my head he returned the gesture taking another mouthful of tea. “I’ll walk you over. Have to speak to Charlie about some business”

“Try not get lost in any alleyways on your way” Polly sniggered in amusement, my cheeks flushing red, of course she knew about that.

Standing to my feet I walked to the sink, washing out the cup before drying it and placing it back in the cupboard trying to avoid her gaze. “You're coat is on the rack Ana”

“Thank you Polly” I muttered, brushing past Tommy as I walked out of the room, my head down as I tried my up most to hide my glowing red cheeks. “See you later”

“You're a good woman Pol” Tommy chuckled following after me, grabbing his black coat from the rack and throwing it around his shoulders, placing his cap on his head. “You alright?” He asked, watching me fumble with the buttons on my coat.

“Yeah” I nodded, finally fastening the button, looking up at him his blue eyes, a sense of relief washing over. “What are you…?” I began to ask only to be cut off with his lips pressing against mine.

“Saying a proper good morning since you left me alone in bed earlier.” He grinned hoovering his lips an inch from mine.

“I had to use the bathroom” I tell him before I could stop the words leaving my mouth. Thankfully he found it amusing ,shaking his head with a laugh as he opened the door. “Then Polly found me, we had…”

“I get it" He mused, eyes widened playfully as he nodded towards the open door indicating for me leave.

We walked towards my parents house in a peaceful silence. Around us were many factory workers making their way to work, some nodding in respect towards Tommy when they pasted.

“Will I see you later?” I asked stopping outside my front door, the shop still not open. My first thought was my parents were in a panic wondering where I was.

“Of course, I’ll come by, pick you up” He nodded bending down and capturing my lips once more before backing away walking towards Charlie’s yard. “If your bored, call around the shop. I’ll be around.”

“You’re a hard man to find sometimes Tommy” I call after him, bringing a smile to his face.

“Then wait for me” He winked with a nod, turning on his heel and disappearing. I watched after him until he was no longer in my view.

Opening my front door, an uneasy feeling came over me, there was no voices just the sounds of my mother stomping around the kitchen, making as much noise as she possibly could.

Deciding to ignore her presence for now, I went into my room getting dressed into clean clothes before walking down the stairs, my brother coming through the front door at the same time, the banging and stomping of my mother grabbing his attention.

Looking up at me he mouthed the words ‘what happened’ but before I could respond our mother had appeared around the corner with a face like thunder and a dust rag in her hand.

“Oh, you return now do you?” She hissed with a glare at me. It was the first words she had spoken to me since finding out about Tommy. I was expecting her to be frosty and cold but I wasn’t expecting her hated. “Your father needed you to open the shop this morning and what did he find but an empty bed.”

“Why did father need me to open the shop?” I asked glancing at my brother who was slowly putting the pieces together in his head, a look of disgust befalling his face as he looked at me.

“Doesn’t matter you weren’t here and the shop had to remain closed. A morning of business lost because of you.” She huffed turning on her heel and re-entering the living room.

“Where were you last night?” James asked through the side of his mouth quietly as we followed our mother into the small room. “With Shelby?”

“Not now James” I tell him harshly, checking the time on the hearth. “Mother if you were here you could have opened the shop and the morning is not wasted, it has only gone 0930”

“Don’t you dare speak to me like that? You know I don’t like being in that shop alone, what if a robber came in?” She exaggerated, tossing her hands in the air, I couldn’t stop the eye roll as I bite my tongue. “Or worse a Shelby?”

“The Shelby’s are nice people mother if you just got out of that cocoon you’ve built around yourself you would notice.” I couldn’t stop the growl leaving my mouth as I spoke. “And not to mention you have left me in charge of the store, alone many times. One time only a few weeks ago with a broken foot”

“You had the devil protecting you. What did you have to fear?” She argued, swiping the dust rag across the fireplace, a dirty look on her face when she turned to me.

“He is not the devil mother.” I defend, stepping further into the room, crossing my arms across my chest in defence of the man I had fallen in love with.

“No?” She snapped back, walking towards me fury in her eyes as she stood in front of me. “Then how is it he has turned my only daughter into a harlot?” She spat the words holding so much venom it was like she had taken a gun and shot me straight in the heart.

“Ana spent the night with me mother, not Shelby” James jumped in sensing my hurt, he was always protecting me. I blinked back the tears as best I could, my heart aching in my chest as my mother turned her attention from me to my brother.

“She wasn’t in your room James? Don’t try and defend her, she has given herself away like a common street whore”

The shots just kept coming. I knew what happened between Tommy and I last night was against god but I couldn’t help it. I was in love with the man and I wanted to give myself to him, was that really so wrong?

“No she was at her room, at my place. I’m moving out mother. I have been for weeks you've just been to busy in your own little world to notice.”

“You…what?” Our mother gasped, clutching her chest as the information sunk in. It was like the news her precious son had given her hit her worse than that of her harlot daughter. “What has happened to this family? All the secrets? All the lies?”

With my head still turned, my leg bounced up and down under my skirt quietly as I tried to ease the pain of her words.

“It’s you” My mother spoke again, I could feel her eyes glaring at me once again. Turning to look at her, she was staring right at me, a darkness I had never seen before taking over her features. “You brought the devil into this home, you have broken this family apart”

“STOP CALLING HIM THAT” I yelled finally breaking, the pain I had felt due to her cruel words and the angry I had pent up for years erupting.

“He is the devil. Satan. And he will never be accepted in this family” She growled, using her hands to emphasis her point.

“He wouldn’t want to be a part of this family anyway, I don’t want to be apart of this family” I scoffed glaring at the older woman in front of me that I no longer recognised.

“You don’t mean that. He has warped your mind into thinking we are the enemy, I need to get you out of here before it’s too late.”

“No. He has opened my eyes to how unbearably suffocating you truly are” I tell her the tears falling from my eyes at an alarming rate. “He has allowed me to feel wanted, happy. I have felt what true happiness is, not the fake version you have shoved down our throats since we were children.”

“We are leaving. You will never see that man again as long as I breathe” My mother replies grabbing my wrists tugging harshly towards the stairs past James who didn’t know what to say or even do in this moment.

Everything had finally fell apart.

“I am not going anywhere with you” I tell her pulling away, losing my footing, falling backwards only James was ready, catching me with a huff as my head hit off his chest. Pushing me back up to stand on my own to feet, a sharp pain in my right foot as I glared at my mother.

“Ana you come with me now or I swear, I will disown you. You will be alone forever.” My mother threated pointing her slender finger in my direction as a warning.

“I’d rather be alone than with you” I sneer, my left arm coming up and wiping the wetness on my face as I remained tall in front of the woman who I had looked up to for the last twenty six years of my life.

“What on earth is going on in here I can hear you from the bottom of the road” My father asked bursting through the door, slamming it shut behind him, shocked to find all three members of his family together in the small hallway.

Everyone stood staring at each other, no one saying a word.

“Then leave” My mother spoke finally, the words leaving her mouth didn’t sound like her own. They were dark, detached. Her eyes bored into mine with such hatred it had broken my heart all over again.

“Fine” I whispered, reaching to the side and pulling on my coat, gently pushing past my father and out the door, ignoring the pleas of my brother.

I didn’t know where I was going, my mind was racing with a million thoughts but my feet moving. Moving away from toxic household I had just left. I felt lost, alone.

Sniffing I followed in the footsteps I was sure Tommy had travelled after leaving me this morning, part of my hoped he would still be at his Uncle’s yard, the other part of me wanted to be alone. A lot had been said in that hour of being home, a lot of hurtful things. I wasn’t sure I could stand to hear anymore.

Entering the yard I looked around, looking to see if there was any signs of life but there was nothing. Whatever Tommy had planned with his uncle had nothing to do with his yard. It was deserted.

Walking towards the makeshift stables, I pushed open the heavy wooden door the smell of grass, hay and weeds hitting my up the face. Cautiously stepping inside, I couldn’t help but feel like I was trespassing as I looked around, a new horse grabbing my attention. They were black with white feet, absolutely gorgeous.

A loud sneeze from the horse to my right brought my attention to her. The impromptu gift Tommy had gave me. I immediately felt a smile grace my face as I walked over towards her, her hoof stomping for attention as I approached.

“Hey girl sorry I haven’t been around much. I’m a bit of a mess.” I speak to the horse when she allowed me to hug her muzzle. The smallest gesture from the horse but it meant the world to me. “You don’t think I’m a whore do you?” I asked pulling away from her softly. The horse neighed, stomping her foot on the ground, it was like she was answering me in her own way.

“That means a lot” I chuckle lightly, lifting my head to pet along her nose. She truly was a remarkable animal.

“I still owe you a ride” Tommy’s deep voice broke the silence that fell between the horse and I, turning to look over my shoulder, there he stood dressed exactly how I left him this morning. Cigarette between his lips. “Your brother informed me what happened. I figured you end up here.”

“Do you want me to leave?” I asked just above a whisper, looking away from him as I feared the answer that could leave his lips.

“Why would I want that? I told you to come and go as you please” He nodded pushing off the door frame, walking towards me a purpose in his step.

“Your business?”

“Dealt with” He exhaled, a cloud of smoke circling his head, dissipating into the air as he stood next to me an unreadable expression on his face as he held my eyes.

Without saying a word, he nodded his head walking towards the back wall lifting a set of reins and bringing them over to the horse.

“Tommy what are doing?” I asked as I watched set up the horse for a ride. His face would contort into pain every so often if he would move his left arm in a certain way, aggravating his wound.

“A ride is a great way to clear your head.” He told me tight lipped as his lips tried to hold the cigarette between them. Satisifed with his fixture he held out a hand, his eyes not leaving mine.

Swallowing thickly, I took his hand allowing him to help me onto the horse. Immediately I grabbed onto the leather rein, knuckles turning white the fear gripping me when I realised just how high off the ground I was. I had never ridden a horse before, never even sat on a horse before. I hadn’t a clue what I was doing.

“You alright?” Tommy asked getting on the horse behind me with ease. His arm wrapped around my waist as he took the reins from my hands. “You’ll be alright” I felt his breathe on my ear as he pressed his chest into my back.

Nodding, I inhale a deep breath as I waited for the horse to move. The little girl inside of me screaming with joy, she always wanted to ride a horse.

I felt Tommy tap the side of the horse, ushering the reins to the left so we could leave the barn when Curly and his brother Arthur entered the stables. Pulling the reins up, the horse stopped in front of them instantly. On instinct Arthur reached out patting the horse along the neck, looking up at his brother.

“Gonna have to grab John to sort that out for ya Tom” Arthur nodded up at his brother.

“Take Johnny Dogs, give John the day with his kids” Tommy answered, an authoritative tone to his voice.

Nodding Arthur took his peaked cap from his head looking in my direction. “How are ya pet? Arthur Shelby, don’t think we’ve had the official pleasure of meeting” He introduced himself, a hand reaching up for me to take.

“Anastasia Adler” I smiled taking his hand into my own. I couldn’t help but think back to everyone’s words about Arthur’s eyes, they said they were a swirling madness of blue but looking into them now they were calm, relaxed even.

“Pleasure Miss Adler, I’ll let you get on with your ride. See you later Tom when it’s done”

“Good man Arthur, Curly” Tommy nodded at the two men, tapping on the sides of the horse again allowing it to move forward. Once free of the stable, Tommy tapped the sides again telling the horse to go a bit faster, scared I would fall I placed my hands on both his wrists, holding tightly as the horse trotted happily along the side of the cut.

“First time?” Tommy breathed in my ear. He had scooted his body closer to me, pressing tighter against my back as the horse began to pick up a bit more speed, nodding my head refusing to speak. “Experiencing a lot of those with me eh?”

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[Translation] Clover no Kuni no Alice ~ White Calling~ Light Novel - Chapter 3

Author: Sana Shirakawa Artist: 文月ナナ

Act 3 - Event at the green tower

Alice walked alone through the bustling town.

'............'

In the centre of the mostly green coloured townscape was a gigantic tower.

Clover Tower now stood in the place where the Clock Tower in the Country of Hearts had once been. Her light blue apron dress swaying, Alice was walking around the venue where the assembly would soon be held.

She had heard general details about the assembly from Blood, but didn't know anything substantial about it. She understood that special rules were in place for it, but still had her doubts whether a discussion could really be held amongst such a gathering of individualistic people.

In contrast to her misgivings, Blood Dupre had answered as if it were no big deal.

'It's not about having a proper discussion. The important thing is that we gathered and discussed something, that's all that is necessary. What it's about is meaningless. That's the kind of world this is.'

From his point of view, it was likely the real problem was that something so pointless would be taking away his precious tea times. As he drank the tea that had been his souvenir from the Castle, he repeatedly said, 'Ah, what a pain,' while looking annoyed.

She wondered what her other acquaintances thought. So thinking, she asked Elliot who had just returned from work, but the look on his face was complicated as he answered.

'The assembly? Yeah, it really is a waste of time…..there's more work to do, and I feel bad for Blood since he can't have his tea parties, plus I can't eat carrot cake whenever I want…..nothin' good about it at all.'

He was already so busy with work on a daily basis to begin with, she was puzzled as to exactly what kind of situation would cause him to be even busier than he already was. She was even less sure than before about what the assemblies were like.

She tried asking the Twins as well but…..they too shook their heads and sighed.

'Assemblies are awful, Big Sis. We get less days off, and we can't take long vacations. They really overwork us…..don't you think it's far too much, brother?'

'You're right, brother. They gotta increase our salary for the extra amount of work, or it's not worth it.'

The words the boys repeated seemed to imply that there was nothing else they found so troublesome.

Perhaps such a reaction was only to be expected of them, for whom time off and how much they were paid were matters of particular concern…..

But from such explanations as these, it was an impossible task for her to understand what the assemblies were, when she had never experienced them.

No matter how much she pondered, they would eventually happen. Maybe it was pointless to try and collect information in advance.

However, Alice had decided to remain in this world of her own free will.

Even though at the beginning she had only thought about returning home, before she had realised it, she had grown accustomed to this world.

Its workings were somewhat peculiar, but she had confidence that to a certain extent she could get used to them. That was why, even if it wasn't to the level of those around her, she wanted to obtain at least the minimum amount of information regarding the large event known as an assembly…..but it seemed that was easier said than done.

She had heard that just like the Clock Tower, the area surrounding Clover Tower was a neutral zone that did not involve itself in territorial disputes. Since the assembly was so soon, she had thought that if she went there she would meet one of her acquaintances, but as of now she had yet to spot a familiar face.

The fact that she couldn't help but remember the Clock Tower as she looked at the town square—meant that Alice had not yet been able to process all that had happened.

Because until now, assemblies and moves where the land itself changed were matters unrelated to Alice.

'I wonder what I should do now.'

If it were a festival that involved the entire town, she could likely gain the answers she wanted by asking one of the people nearby. However, the assembly wasn't something just anyone could attend. She had heard that only certain people could enter the meeting place in Clover Tower. Although most people knew of the assemblies, they had no direct involvement with them, so even if she were to enquire, she wouldn't be able to get her desired answers.

Just as she was about to give up and return to Hatter Mansion-

'.....Ah-'

She had a feeling she had just seen a familiar vivid pink colour in the midst of the crowd of people.

She quickened her pace a little as she ran up to him, but faster than Alice could call out, it appeared that he had noticed her too.

A face she knew well turned around, Alice reflected in his gaze.

Even from within the fluffy fur muffler wrapped around him, she could see his broad grin.

'Oh, it's you, Alice. It's rare to see you in a place like this. Did you come here to play?'

'It's been a while. I'm happy I got to see you, Boris.'

As she reached a spot that was close to him, Alice's feet came to a stop. Though his colours seemed all the flashier the more that you looked at them, she was no longer surprised. In the midst of the pink fur, she could see his small ears twitching.

Boris Airay, the Cheshire Cat, who could be called Pierce's natural enemy. In the Country of Hearts his place of residence had been the Amusement Park, but now he was living in the Forest.

'Ah, did you maybe have an errand here too, Boris? I would have thought you'd have been in the Forest, or playing with Dee and Dum.'

She would feel bad if she had gotten in the way of his errand. But as she was thinking that, he chuckled and shook his head. The gold decorations attached to the fur muffler glinted as they reflected the daylight.

'Nope, just out here to have some fun. And what about you? Shopping? It'd make me happy if you came here looking for me though.'

Boris' face drew closer to Alice as if looking for her attention. Striped tail swaying, he came nearer to the girl. The tall figure as it bent down a little looked exactly like a cat coming up to nuzzle against her.

It appeared that despite the move and the soon to be held assembly, he was still the same as usual. While feeling somehow lonely as well as relieved, Alice continued.

'I heard about it from Blood…the assembly is about to begin soon, right? I came here wanting to ask everyone about it, but…'

'The assembly? It's a waste of time going around asking about something like that. If it wasn't for the rules, I wouldn't want to go myself.'

Hearing what Alice had said, he shrugged as if bored. Even the tail that had been wafting about excitedly just a moment ago had drooped down. His tail was even more honest than his face.

'I gotta wear stuffy clothes, and can't play whenever I want to. Isn't it just too cruel for a Cat to not be able to chase a Mouse even if he's right next to me? And I can't eat fish whenever I feel like it…..it's such a pain.'

Sighing, the Cheshire Cat stretched himself from his formerly bent position. The flexible Cat quietly looked down at Alice.

As Boris continued to stare intently at her, he suddenly smiled mischievously. The one eye that had seemed so bored before suddenly twinkled as if he were enjoying himself.

‘Why so interested? Are you attending the meetings too, Alice?'

'Yeah, seems like it. Formal situations aren't really my kind of thing though…'

The head of the Mansion had prepared the outfit she would wear to the assembly before she had even realised it. Without a doubt, Alice's name was registered as one of the people to attend with him.

She hadn't yet seen the aforementioned formal wear. If all went as Blood had said and it was ready the time period after next, she would soon be making her debut in the new outfit.

Alice had experience interacting with high society in her original world, but of course had never taken part in any meetings called an assembly. At most, there had been the briefing sessions at the place she had worked at after school, but it wasn't as if she had been an official full-time employee.

'It's just that you all seem to know about the assemblies. I wanted to hear a little about what other people thought of them ahead of time. I feel bad that everyone always has to explain things to me though.’

‘Even if you don’t fret so much over it, you’re way better than that stupid mouse…..no, even more than me, you’re putting a lot of thought into the assembly. If it were me, I wouldn’t have even considered doing something like that.’

The pink coloured cat drew nearer to peer into Alice's eyes.

Half of his face was always hidden by his long bangs. That was why she could usually only see one of his eyes. The single eye that at times appeared childish, sometimes fearless as he laughed, was now looking at her gently as he smiled.

'I get you might feel anxious from not knowing, but once you've been to one once, you'll understand exactly what they're like. No need to be so worried.'

'.....Really?'

'Yeah. You really take things way too seriously.'

When asked if she had been worried, Alice wasn’t sure how to answer for a moment.

To be sure, she did feel a sense of uncertainty as a person not originally from this world in the face of rules that she did not understand. But she had a feeling it wasn't worry that she felt.

The feelings inside Alice couldn't be completely defined with a single word like anxiety. Even if she were to say that to Boris, it would be something difficult to resolve.

‘So by that you mean it’s useless to try and find out.’

‘Well, seeing as it’s the reason I got to see you, perhaps assemblies aren’t so bad….and also-’

His eyes having lit up with curiosity for just a moment, Boris laughed.

‘I’m looking forward to seeing you in formal wear. During the ball, the Hatter guys were sticking to you so closely, I couldn’t really get near. This time it seems I’ll be able to get a good look.'

‘The clothes might be fancy, but it’ll just be me wearing them, you know…..?’

It wasn’t as if Alice were a girl of rare or unparalleled beauty. As far as Blood’s taste in clothes went—although different from her own—while not incorrect, there was still a chance that they would outshine her.

That had been what she had thought, but Boris laughed as if exasperated saying, ‘You’re too down on yourself.’

‘It’ll be fine. It’s not like the others will be wearing clothes that are all that amazing. But, more importantly, Alice-’

‘Boris?’

Grabbing Alice’s arm, the Cheshire Cat grinned mischievously. His eyes narrowed, with one corner of his mouth raised, he pulled her along firmly as he began to walk.

‘Good timing, I’m hungry right now. There’s a restaurant with some good fish dishes nearby, so let’s go eat together.’

‘Huh-…..W-Wait, Boris?’

‘You’ll just tire yourself out overthinking things too much, ya know? In times like these, fish is the best! Let’s go!’

As Boris began to walk nimbly forward, he turned to look back at Alice, who was still surprised, and bent his head quizzically.

‘Oh, did you not like fish? Or would you have preferred a mouse?’

‘I-It would be a major problem if you gave me a mouse-!’

‘Is that so? Then, fish has to be fine, right? Even I like to dine out with a cute girl sometimes too.’

Just like that Alice was dragged along, but suddenly she couldn't help but think.

'............'

His previous place of residence had been the Amusement Park. The liveliest place in the Country of Hearts, where day and night, music was always playing and fun rides were always in operation.

But in comparison, there was barely anyone in the Forest where he now lived. The only other person living there was just the one other role holder…..it was a completely different type of environment. Of course, there was a town in the middle of the Forest, but she had heard he spent most of his time in the green space where the trees grew densely together.

'............'

If it was her, she would surely feel lonely. If she had ended up being separated from the boisterous and dangerous group that lived in the Mansion, and had to live in a Forest where people rarely went, she probably wouldn't be able to bear it.

'Aren't you…..lonely, Boris?'

'? What's this all of a sudden?'

He pulled on Alice's hand as he continued to walk on without answering.

She couldn't tell how the Cat felt just from his tail when his back was turned.

'It's just you and Pierce in the Forest. Gowland and all the other employees were always there with you up until now….I was just thinking you might feel lonely since they disappeared all of a sudden.'

I think I would definitely feel lonely.

She didn't say it out loud, but it was likely the intuitive Cat had picked up on her thoughts. Alice purposely didn't try to hide them.

'.....I'm a cat, Alice.'

So said the pink cat in a light tone, not looking back.

'Cats are fickle creatures after all, we can go anywhere…..and we can return from anywhere, too. That's why I'm not lonely at all. Or could it be-'

'.....Could it be?'

As Alice opened her mouth to confirm what he meant, he at last turned around.

The face with one corner of his mouth lifted in a roguish grin was the smile of the Cheshire Cat that Alice knew very well.

'If you're that worried about me, how about coming to the Forest too, Alice? If we chase after the Mouse together, I won't have the time to feel lonely at all.'

It was a cynical, somewhat unreadable smile. There was no way Alice could say anything to pry further.

She had told Pierce the same thing. No matter how much he were to invite her to the Forest—she could not live in the same place as them.

In the end, Alice stopped at slightly shaking her head with an awkward smile.

'I'll have to refuse.'

'Is that so? If you ever change your mind, come anytime.'

Accepting Alice's words, Boris once more returned his gaze ahead.

'Well, with that idiot mouse around…..the Forest might not be suitable for you, Alice.'

That was what he quietly murmured to himself, but his voice was so small it did not reach her ears.

Unbeknownst to them, there was a single hidden figure secretly watching them from the shadows of an alley.

'.....No fair, Boris…..I wanted to share a meal with Alice too…..chuu.'

The one pouting in a huff was the boy Dormouse the two of them had been talking about.

Moving his large ears, he muttered to himself.

'What to do, what to do. Maybe I should tag along too….but I don't like the kitty cat being there..and I wanna eat cheese, not fish.'

He took a step out onto the main street, but then stepped back again. After doing this repeatedly while humming to himself uncertainly, it looked as if he had at last made up his mind.

'Ah, but I can't. I'm in the middle of work right now! I gotta clean up properly, or the boss will get mad at me.'

Nodding to himself, he took hold of the trunk case he had left nearby. The heavy sounding bag trundled down the path as Pierce began to walk.

'Eheheh. But it's great Alice is coming to the assembly. That makes me happy, so happy…the assemblies are a bother, but Petey will be there, and so will Ellie. How nice, how nice. It's good everyone will be there…..although it would be even better if Boris and Dee and Dum weren't there too.'

With a rumbling, clattering noise-

In contrast to the Mouse's lighthearted sounding voice, the weighty sound of the trunk case echoed as he disappeared down the back alley.

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Moulin Rouge Discotrain AU (part twelve)

Summary: (Post-game canon) The Conductor and DJ Grooves agree to finally work on a movie together. They come up with 'Moulin Rouge', a musical drama filled with romance. Over time the two directors grow closer and discover that maybe they don't hate each other as much.

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Word count: 1,475

Warnings: None

Author's notes: This was actually one of the first chapters I wrote and we've finally reached it. Apparently this is my 1,000th post too??? This is one of my favourite chapters I've written so far to be honest. How these two haven't realised their feelings is honestly mad. Enjoy!

"Darling, I really must go, I'm meant to be at rehearsal," Grooves insisted, watching the Express Owl hurry around with fabric.

"Please sir, just a minute longer, I want to see how well this colour could work!" They called.

Grooves sighed, looking up at the clock on the wall.

He could already feel the harsh sting of the Conductor's anger at him arriving late.

"Sir! You've got to go! They're about to start!" Owlice said, out of breath as she burst into the changing room.

Grooves stood up, casting one look at the other panicked owl who was sorting through fabric, before putting his coat back on.

He'd gotten it back off the Conductor that day they both spent in the owl's office.

It had been nice, to not worry about acting for a while and just joke around together.

"Of course, sorry. I'll be back later," Grooves apologised before hurrying out the room, rushing towards where they'd constructed a makeshift set that resembled one of the rooms on the Owl Express.

"Where were you?" Snatcher asked as Grooves slipped into the booth next to the ghost's.

Hat Kid grinned and waved at him as he slid in beside her, before she resumed drumming her hands excitedly on the tabletop.

"One of the owls made me stay late for costume fitting," Grooves explained, picking up a glass of water from the table and downing it. "So, how's Pinguini doing? Is Conductor mad that I'm late?"

"Oh, he's mad alright. And Pinguini is sick. Apparently someone's standing in for the poor guy. D'you want me to make a contract with him so he doesn't get sick? All it'd cost would be his soul," Snatcher offered and Grooves stared incredulously at him.

"No! Heavens no darling! I've already told you, no contracts aside from the ones with Hat Kid!" Grooves protested, running a flipper through his hair as his nerves got to him. "Where is Conductor anyway?"

The lights dimmed and a spotlight went on as the trapeze began to lower.

Grooves and Snatcher stared up at the yellow bird sitting on it and Grooves couldn't quite believe his eyes.

"I think you just got your answer," Snatcher whispered.

Light glinted off of the sparkling headpiece Conductor wore, refracting around the room.

"The French are glad to die for love."

The recital of Satine's first line of dialogue was brilliant. Grooves' beak fell open, staring up at the Conductor.

"They delight in fighting duels. But I prefer a man who lives and gives expensive jewels."

The music Grooves had composed began playing over some speakers in the background but it barely registered in Grooves' mind.

Hardly anything did as the Conductor followed the choreography perfectly, step by step.

Snatcher disappeared at one point and then reappeared beside Conductor, the two of them performing their moves together as if they'd been practising together the whole time.

And all of a sudden, the Conductor came to stand in front of their booth.

"I believe you've been expecting me." Grooves blinked dumbly until Hat Kid nudged him.

"Um, yes," Grooves breathed, glad that his mind blank was what had been scripted as well.

Conductor smiled down at him, a rare occurrence for it to be when they weren't alone.

But it vanished almost as soon as it appeared when the Conductor turned back to everyone else on the set.

"Alright peck necks! That's the end of today's run! If you've got other jobs then do them! If not then get outta here! We don't want yer!" He snapped, taking off the headdress and motioning for Grooves to move over. "Where were you?! I could've used my co-director a while back!"

"Sorry, they were looking at different colours for my outfits," Grooves apologised, moving over while his brain still tried to catch up with what just happened.

"Nice moves Conductor," Snatcher commented as he walked past, gesturing for Hat Kid to follow him.

The little girl nodded, waving bye to the birds as she skipped after him.

Conductor picked up a couple glasses of water at the table, drinking one quickly before having the other slowly.

"Darling, when were you going to tell me you were such an amazing singer?" Grooves blurted.

The Conductor spluttered, hitting his chest a couple times before speaking.

"I wasn't gonna tell you," he admitted.

"Why ever not?"

"It's embarrassin'."

"It's talent. It's what we need in this film!" Grooves insisted, watching with slight amusement at the way his co-director's feathers poofed and ruffled at the compliment.

"It's nothin'," Conductor argued, finishing his glass of water.

"Where did you learn to sing like that?" Grooves persisted.

Conductor mumbled his reply, a ripple going through his feathers as he shivered.

"What was that darling?"

"I learnt ta sing when I went to a theatre club when I was younger," Conductor admitted.

"You used to go to a theatre club when you were little? Darling, that's adorable!" Grooves squealed and Conductor put his head in one clawed hand. "What made you stop?"

Conductor ran his hand over the feathers at the side of his face, mouth turning downwards.

"They did too many musicals. And they didn't like my accent, forced me to learn to sing without it. Some of the other birds said how I was funny lookin' for an owl too. I didn't like it," Conductor explained, tone more sour than it had been a moment ago.

"Well, I think you're fine." Grooves placed a flipper over Conductor's hand still on the table.

Conductor looked over at him and Grooves hesitated before continuing.

"And…I think we've found our Satine."

The owl rapidly withdrew his hand from the penguin's, jerking back as if he'd been hit.

Grooves frowned, not prepared for how negative the reaction was.

"No."

"Why not?"

"We need a director not acting when we're filming scenes so we can see how they work," Conductor stated half-heartedly.

"Darling. You always have a role in your movies. Why is this so different?" Grooves asked.

Conductor sighed, resting his head on the tabletop.

"Feels weird for this one. Dunno why. Maybe because I don't have full control. Maybe because I've not wanted to do romances in a while. Maybe because I'd have to play lovers with yer," he said before trailing off with a groan.

"Can you think about it at least? Oh Connie, no one could play her like you could," Grooves insisted.

The Conductor stood, drumming his talons on the tabletop a couple of times before replying.

"I'll think about it." The owl walked off.

"Are you together or something?"

Grooves jumped as he looked over at Empress, not even having noticed her in the booth that Snatcher had been in.

"Sorry, what?"

"You and the Conductor. Are you two together?" Empress questioned, resting her head near her joined hands as she leaned forwards.

"Well yes, we work together on the movie, I thought that was obvious-"

"No, you idiot. Are you two dating? Are you going out?" Empress cut in, tail flicking with annoyance behind her.

Grooves' beak opened and closed several times in a row, mind blanking.

"No, no- uh, no, we're not- pffft, why would you- how dare you- we're not- no!" Grooves stammered.

Empress raised an eyebrow sceptically.

"Seriously! Don't give me that look!" Grooves protested further.

"It's not any of my business as to your relationship with one another." She held up her paws defensively before lowering them back onto the table.

"But from an outside perspective, that's sure how it looks."

"It really isn't-"

"Just shut up a minute. I really don't care what's going on between you. I'm just letting you know what it looks like."

She dug her claws into the table, dragging them slowly back towards her.

Wood peeled away from the table, curling back in the trail she marked.

"If you two end up together, then just remember this little chat. Good luck making it through the movie where you play lovers without something happening."

She tore her claws out of the table, walking out of the room.

Owlice entered, skittering past the large cat as they crossed paths.

"Did I come at the wrong time? I wanted to get the headdress back," Owlice squeaked, pointing shyly at the discarded outfit piece.

"Go ahead," Grooves absentmindedly replied.

"Are you okay sir?"

"Not really darling."

"Oh. Should I get Mr. Conductor?" Owlice asked, eyes going wider than usual behind their wire-framed glasses.

Possible responses swam around in Grooves' mind.

"No," he said, still slightly uncertain. Owlice nodded nervously before offering him a smile.

"Your acting is great by the way, sir," she complimented.

"It's really funny, I had commented to Mr. Conductor how funny it would be if he ended up playing Satine."

Grooves looked up at her, scattered thoughts slowly drifting back to him.

"Yeah. Funny."

#moulin rouge discotrain au #discotrain #a hat in time #ahit #ahit dj grooves #ahit au #the snatcher #ahit hat kid #ahit snatcher #a hat in time snatcher #ahit moulin rouge au #ahit oc #ahit conductor #a hat in time oc #the conductor #dj grooves

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stranger-chichka · 2 years

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Why I think Dustin definitely knows about Byler and is more than ok with it

So, I already have a few posts about Dustin and his water-and-electricity-related lines, which I do believe are Byler-coded. As I was comparing Back to the Future with Stranger Things, I couldn't ignore the importance of two very similar buildings - the Clock Tower and the Hawkins Library, so I decided to look for every scene with the library in it (the post is already here). During this process, something different drew my attention. Dustin and Dart, to be exact.

So, Dustin finds Dart after treat-or-treating. What happened before? Will gets scared and Mike gets him to his home. We see Dustin trying to comfort Will, but Mike wants him all by himself.

I believe Dustin always knew Will and Mike's friendship was special (considering he called Lucas Mike's best friend in s1), but that was Dustin's oh moment. Let's move on. The next day he goes to the library to find some info about his "discovery" and then - to share it with the party and Max.

We see that Max, Lucas and Will aren’t really into Dart, they are kinda scared or even a little disgusted with him, but not Mike. He is really interested in it. Now, the interesting part. Dustin though it to be a pollywog. A tadpole. The larval stage of a toad. And ho is called "frogface" in s1? Mike.

From Dustin's research we know that:

most tadpoles are aquatic (=straight), but Dart isn't;

there are only two terrestrial pollywogs - one from India, and one from South America (during this line we see only Mike - in the light - and Will, so these words should refer to them)

Dart hates the sun, it hurts him (Will is associated with the light, and it hurts Mike to feel that way to his friend. Also, their love is forbidden and they have to hide it. There's no sun for them.)

The moment Dustin says: "I've discovered a new species" we can see a rainbow on the right. He's discovered that gay people exist but, specifically, he found out about Mike's love for Will, and Dart symbolises that (his growth symbolises Mike beginning to realise his romantical feelings and how he's feeling more and more insecure and scared about it because it doesn't feel right in that society). Next, we see disturbed Will. He already knows how Mike feels about him ("crazy together"), but he doesn't want others to discover, so he asks Mike for help.

Also, we see two young boys on Will's left, while Dustin is talking about his "discovery."

At that time Dustin, Lucas and Mike come to Mr. Clarke and again, we can see a rainbow near Dustin while he's speaking about his discovery, that "may change your perception of the world" (=gay people exist and this is normal). Also, behind Mr. Clarke there's a poster with the phrase "news from space" and in Back to the Future Martin's father wrote a book with the title "A match made in space." (And he's paralleled to Mike)

Of course, they're interrupted by panicked Mike, who calls this "a stupid prank" (stupid = love), and e see yellow, blue, and green (Byler colours) squares behind Mr. Clarke. (there are red squares - El's colour - too, but apart from others).

The party is at the AV club again, this time without Max = Mike and Will don't want her to know about them. During their talk, a rainbow apple is above Will and Mike. Will saw something like Dart last year = he was already in love with Mike. He didn't tell them, because wasn't sure about his own feelings.

Mike thinks they should take Dart to Hopper and it's better for him to be dead because it's from the Upside Down, which is logical because Will was hurt there and he cares about Will, but Dustin claims that the fact he's from the Upside Down doesn't automatically mean he's bad (=it's okay that you love Will more than a friend, don't try to bury these feelings).

the line "we have to take him to Hopper" made me think that maybe Mike is going to have some heart-to-heart with him in s5 (or maybe it was foreshadowing of Hopper's monologue telling us about Mike's feelings toward Will)

Mike is afraid of his feelings, so he decides to hit Dart, but Dustin pushes him away and Dart escapes because of Max. Mike blames Max in this situation, although it was him, who attacked Dart. It makes me think that Mike blames her for destroying his bond with Will because as soon as she joined their party, he was uncomfortable with being himself + after she started dating Lucas and El was back he felt like he has no choice but to date El.

While Mike wants to get rid of Dart, Will is trying to make a contact with him and doesn't want to hurt him (=he already accepted his feelings toward Mike and is okay with it).

We know that Dustin hides Dart and continues taking care of him until he's eaten his cat. Orange cat. It symbolises Max and how Mike treats her.

Mike tells Dustin and Lucas about the shadow Will saw and we see the rainbow apple above Lucas now (=he starts to realise something). Mike is afraid the shadow can hurt Will, so he is going to his home to check on him and ask Lucas and Dustin to look for Dart because he feels like Dart would help them to solve this thing (you're correct, Michael, just admit you love William already!)

Dustin closes Dart in the basement (can it be more obvious?) and after failing to contact Lucas and Mike (both spending time with their lovers) asks Steve to help him with it (by the way, Dustin shares his water-and-electricity-related lines with him). Dart escaped. Lucas and Dustin are arguing they both broke the rule of the law (telling Max the truth about Will and hiding Dart=Byler). + Dart once again is called "stupid."

So, if Dart symbolises the love between Will and Mike, then the Upside Down is the place where Will escaped because Mike had ignored his love confession in s1 ("it as a 7"). That's why he feels the Mind Flayer or has his episodes every time he feels some negative emotions connected to Mike/sees him with El etc.

Some posts, related to Dustin and Steve are here, here, here and here

There's not much interractions between Dustin, Mike and Will during s3 and s4. Not a coincidence. The Duffers made it definitely on purpose, to water down Byler, as to say. However, there are some interesting moments:

Dustin calling Mil3ven "a bullshit", looking at Will and wearing a green t-shirt = thinking about Byler;

Dustin is the one singing "Never Ending" story that is Byler-coded song (+ when Max and Lucas sing it he's wearing a green t-shirt and they change lyrics from "her" to "their face" and we actually see Will in a t-shirt with blue and red stripes)

in s4 we only know about Mike whining to Dustin about the phone, that's all, we don't even see their reunion. It's strange Duffers minimalised their interaction so much, but it also means we'll see it in s5 and that is whhen Dustin definitely will notice the electicity.

+ I somehow missed this parallel, but that’s not my main concern.

I remembered the meaning of the word “dart”. A small pointed missile that can be thrown or fired. The synonyms are “arrow”, “barb.” And who is associated with arrows in s4? Michael Wheeler.

NO WAY sign

arrow-shaped flag #1

literal arrow hitting his head + arrow-shaped pocket

arrow-shaped flag #2

Also, “to dart” means move or run somewhere suddenly or rapidly. And who’s always late? Whose playlist’s full of songs about running? No way, it’s Michael Wheeler again.

#byler #byler theory #stranger things theory #st theory #will byers #mike wheeler #dustin henderson #demogorgongate

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songofstealing · 1 year

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So had this little plot bunny and I ended up thinking about it when I should've been doing my assignment

It just kept growing and growing so I wrote it down

Basically,

So the events of Ocarina of Time and Majoras Mask are switched

Time goes on his majoras mask adventure first

Then Ocarina of Time

How would that change things

Time is actually from Termina

Either he was born there or

Maybe when Escaping thru the woods from the civil war

Links mother ends up basically tripping thru into Termina

She'd probably brute force her way and ends up all the way in Clock town (cuz the Lost woods entrance still ends up in the underground Cavern with the floating platforms, which now that I think about it... how would she get across??

She probably found another way in)

I can't think of one person to take care of Link

Maybe the mayor? So he's Kafei's little brother

Maybe with Anju's family

I also momentarily thought about the blacksmiths up in the Goron village but I don't think they'd be good parents

I can only think that he's just a village raised kid?

Everyone chips in to help and he has his own home where he's kept a close eye on when he's old enough?

I'd like to think he'd be the kid who, like Kafei in game, is always wandering around town with a mask

And it changes each time u see him

(Even if it's just be turning away and then back around, it'll still change)

He's a troublemaker with the face of an angel so he gets away with his pranks aside from a select few people

Probs hangs out with the bomber kids tho not actually apart of the gang

Also plays with the other kids who comes into town doesn't matter if they're a different race

(Probs befriends the deku butler's son that way, Oh no that will be sad)

Likes to go exploring so always sneaks past the guards even tho they try to keep him in since its dangerous out there

Also I like to think he collects ocarinas

If it makes a note and it's Brightly coloured it's his

Different sizes, different hole numbers, funky little deku scrub shaped ones he'll love it

Maybe he makes some too

And masks?

Thatd be cool, if he could slowly work on making his own masks with new powers

Also he probs befriended skull kid, tatl, and tael which will make it super angsty for when majora pops up

There probs wouldn't be a big climactic skull kid attacks link and turns him into a scrub

I think he'd be there when skull kid grabs majora

Would he be down with stealing from a stranger? Or is he someone who plays Light hearted jokes on people He knows

Or would he add to the chaos then later turn around and try to fix everything since he blames himself?

So obviously he doesn't have the Ocarina of Time

But I like to think that Hylia had already chosen him as the next and couldn't allow him to die in Termina so she granted him the ability to Revert time even without the ocarina?

Maybe she imbues one of his

Maybe it's just the song and he can whistle it or a mask??

Also also I read Antartique's "Gifts of Termina" and absolutely loved the Termina head canons they had

From the calendar being different, to the Schroedinger-ness of Termina, and the possibility of Link being able to talk to the spirits of the transformation masks

And because I love linking everything Zelda related to Jojo's Linked Universe

How would this change Time's personality? Would he stay in Termina even tho he's technically from Hyrule?

And how would his abilities change?

If anyone has any more ideas or head canons I'd love to hear it!

And ignore the broken font and formatting pls I was fiddling around with it and couldn't figure out how to change it back

#legend of zegend #majora's mask #ocarina of time #time linked universe #writing prompt #fic prompt #skull kid

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aphroditestempleimagines · 2 years

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Worth

Masterlist

Pairing: Nokto x fem!reader (his pov)

Colour: fluff and sweet

Rating: pg

Words: 1ish long scroll

Warnings: feelings of incompetence, low self esteem, fluff, i'm gonna break your heart again

Summary: Nokto's duties can sometimes be overbearing, even for him. He starts to believe he was the wrong choice for king, when he finds y/n went behind his back to help him out.

"What do you mean they retracted from the agreement?", Nokto placed his hands on his desk as Luke told him the bad news, "why?"

"It doesn't say", Luke's eyes scanned the letter he held one more time, "Just, we won't be able to complete your request. No why"

Nokto scoffed and fell back in his chair, combing his silver hair away from his wrinkled forehead. He closed his eyes as he massaged his right temple, the pain of his headache imprinted on the muscles of his face. He saw behind his eyelids the changes of light as a shadow fell upon him. He peaked and saw Luke leaning closer, his own expression one of concern.

"We'll find another way, yeah?", he said encouragingly but Nokto knew it was only false hope.

"No...", he murmured, moving his hand to pinch his brow, resting his face upon it, "this was our in. Our only in to the black powder matter."

They stayed silent for a few minutes until Nokto thanked Luke and asked him to leave him to think. He sighed quite a number of times as he tried to think of a way to solve his problem. The gang that had denied his initial request to cooperate in exchange for papers of trade in legal goods, was aiding a group of Jadean extremists smuggle black poweder from Jade to Rhodolite hidden in wine bottles. Without them, he could not infiltrate the inner circle of that group. And without evidence he, a foreigner, could not accuse that group in the royal court of Jade, them being Jadean nobles themselves. He picked up the countless papers that lay on his desk, desperately searching for a way out. But it was nowhere to be found. Soon, he started pushing the papers away instead of stacking them neatly like he always used to. His subconscious enjoyed it way too much and so he got carried away, shoving more and more papers away, his face twisting in struggle.

It was in that moment that y/n entered. He had placed his hands on his head, fingers burried under his silver locks, and so he did not notice her right away. She stood in the doorway, confused, before running to him. She placed her hands on his cheeks and he startled. He immedietly raised his gaze, relief washing over him as he met her eyes and not anyone else's. But soon concern grew inside his mind as he saw her frown. He stood and cupped her cheek as well, studying her face.

"What happened?", he asked.

She let out a small scoff as if she couldn't believe his words. "I could ask you the same thing", she said, her tone slightly angry. She turned her face towards the fallen papers, her thumbs gently brushing his cheeks. She turned back to look at him and added, "What's all this?"

Nokto let out a dragged sigh. His body grew heavy an he laid his head on y/n's shoulder. "It's nothing", he whispered as he closed his eyes. He placed a kiss on y/n neck before returning to nuzzle in her shoulder. "I promise. I'm fine", his lips curled into a smile and he brought his hands around his love's body, keeping her close.

Once the evening came Nokto headed back to his room. Y/n had left him to work after the countless times he reassured her. He smiled as a warm feeling spread from his heart in reminisce. He was a lot more tired now, but he had done a lot of good work, enough for him to momentarily forget about his earlier failure. And just as he thought that, that feeling came back. How in the world did it end like this? Where did he go wrong? Negotiating was the one thing he always praised himself to be good at. The skill he relied on. And now...could he not do even that?

He opened the door. He frowned as he saw no sign of y/n lovely face inside. He looked at the clock; it was quite late for her to be working. Maybe she's in the library, he thought and made his way to it. His heart grew unsettled as he saw it empty. He even went as far as to enter Chevalier's hidden room, but he was only met with his threats and not his love's sweet voice.

The worry tugged on his heart again and again, like it was tied to it with an unbreakable string. It grew a bit stronger as he did not find her in the kitchen. A little more when he arrived in Sariel's empty office. And by the time he reached the garden it had turned into pure panic.

"Oww", Luke exclaimed as Nokto stumbled, quite literally, upon him.

"Luke!", Nokto pulled him on his feet, a task which was not easy to do. "Have you seen y/n?", his voice came frantic but his eyes were quite focused.

Luke didn't answer at first. His eyes grew wide and after a few seconds of thought he said, "Nope", averting his eyes.

Nokto clenched his brother's shoulders until he spotted a sign of pain in the latter's face. He drew a deep breath. "Luke, I'm only gonna ask this once", he said, serious, "Where is she?"

"The town", he finally said

"What? Why?"

Afyer those words, Luke broke down and confessed. "I told her about the thing with the black powder, yeah? And she wanted to help and so..."

"You let her go by herself?", Nokto's voice pitched like he had a mild stroke

"Of course not", Luke was quick to ease his worry, "Licht went with her"

But that was not reassuring at all. Now he was worried about two people instead of one. He grabbed Luke by the arm and dragged him along to the stables.

Soon they had saddled their horses and were on their way to town. Nokto knew the way quite well and so they reached the safehouse the gang used in no time at all. He kept his hand on his sword as they entered through the back door. These were dangerous people they were dealimg with. What would Nokto find? Was he on time? Was he too late? Licht would have protected y/n, even at the cost of his life. And that was another problem. He dreaded each step that took him closer to the truth, but he could not afford to not find out. Because perhaps he wasn't late. Perhaps he had managed to do this one thing. Perhaps this time he would be strong enough to protect those he loved instead of letting them protect him.

Footsteps. Were they found out so soon? Luke and Nokto hid in the shadows of the walls, waiting for those who approach to come into striking distance. They stoped themselves right before swinging their swords as Licht and Y/n appeared behind the turn. They seemed surprised to see them in there. Y/n was quick to grab Nokto's hand and pull him towards the back exit.

"Come. We don't have time", she said out of breath, "They're after us"

Nokto picked up his pace and hugged her waist, pushing her forwards with him as they gained speed.

"How did you come here?", Licht asked in his usual nomchalant tone.

"We rode", Luke answered.

"Good", Licht blocked the door behind them as they left the building, "We came in the carriage. Nokto, it's that way"

"And just what are you doing?", Nokto's worries had ready begun to ripen into anger

"We're gonna lead them away. You get out"

No. Not again.

"There's no way in hell, I'm-"

"You're the king, Nokto", Licht said, never raising his voice, "I'm bait"

Before Nokto could argue, Licht climbed on the horse and rode to the front of the building. They would have to have a talk later, but for now they were still being pursued. He felt y/n's hand tug on him towards the other end of the street. He had to get her out of there. He held her closer by the waist, makibg sure she was still at his side, and guided the two of them to the carriage. She fell on the seat and sighed.

"Oof, that didn't go well", she said as Nokto closed the door and the carriage started moving.

Nokto didn't say a word. He looked at her, the brave woman that held his heart. She went by herself, ignoring the dangers or perhaps despite them, to do what he couldn't. And what had he done?

"Hey", she touched his hand.

There was that look again. He recognized it now; it was concern. He turned his palm upright to hold her hand. His thumb played with the engagement ring on her finger. That ring had been the greatest excuse to get close to a woman that a man had ever used. Even then she intrigued him in ways no one else ever had.

"Hey, it's alright", she said, "We all made it out fine"

Nokto shot his eyes up. "Fine?", his voice came out louder than he hoped.

"Yes", she dared say, "Look"

She stretched her hands apart. Nokto leaned forwards, placing his hands on her thighs.

"You were lucky!", he said, his eyes piercing hers, "One mistep and you'd both be.....and I wouldn't be able to do anything to save you"

"Of course you would", she said, "you came..."

"And?", his expression twisted, "and what? You didn't need my help. And if you had, I probably wouldn't have reached you in time"

"Nokto, probably isn't cert..."

"And on top of that, I'd be the reason you'd get hurt.", he leaned back on his seat, burying his face in his hands, "why, Y/n, why? I can't lose you. I can't go back out into the rain. You brought me home. I can't-"

His eyes stung with the tears he kept from falling. She pulled his hands away from his face, he could not let her see him cry now. Not again. He could not be that weak again. He had to be strong for her. He could not fail her too like all the rest.

"Nokto I was only trying to help you", she looked deep in his eyes. A few tears fell from hers. Oh great, now he had made her cry. Good job. He cupped her cheek and brushed the tears away.

"I don't want your help if it puts your life in danger, don't you get it?", he said angrily, "You're precious to me."

"And you think you aren't to me?", she raised her voice, "Nokto you are my heart. I can't bare to watch you torture yourself like that"

"I'm not torturing myself"

"YES, yes you ARE", she took a deep breath before moving to his side and continuing, "I love you Nokto. I wanted to help you but I wasn't good enough. I can't do what you do."

She held his face in her hands and drew him close for a kiss. He kissed her back, making sure it was good. At least he could do that, right? His hands remained on her face, gently stroking her soft skin.

"I love you", he said leaning his forhead against hers, "I'm not gonna let you forget that. Even if I fail at everything else, I'll succeed in that"

She pushed his hands away and pulled him into a hug, burrying her face in his chest. It was so sudden that his heart begun to pound . Curious, he should be used to it by now and yet each time y/n touched him was like the first time. But he would never admit it of course. He was prepared to say something snarky, like 《if you want to get closer to me you need only ask and we'll get even more intimate》, but nor his mood nor the way she held him tight like it was the last time allowed him. He lay his head on hers, hands wrapping around her. It was like magic, they held each other and the clouds grew distant.

"Hey, Nokto", she said, holding him even tighter, "You're amazing"

"I'm no-"

"Yes, you are", she seemed confident in her words, "you are the most incredible person I have ever met"

"I don't think-"

"Stop doing that!", she yelled and squeezed him again so much that it almost hurt, "i need you to believe that you're enough Nokto! More than enough! You're perfect"

He was ready to argue again but she raised her head, pulling out of their embrace and forcing his face to gaze upon hers.

"You're perfect, to me and many others", she said, "Truly exceptional. And I love you. We all do. And that's why I'll forever do my best to support you in whatever you pursue"

He could not hold them back this time. Not when she was looking at him like that. He let his tears fall, a smile of true happiness stretching his lips. He kissed her on her nose.

"You are my treasure", she said, the words hitting so deeply it hurt. But that pain was the kind that could become an addiction and no one would complain.

"And you are mine", he said and he never meant anything more than he did that sentence. Because he always compared himself to his incredible brothers, measuring himself short. But in her eyes, there was no one else that compared. And that was worth everything.

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#ikemen prince #ikepri #nokto #nokto klein #ikepri nokto #nokto fluff #nokto klein x reader #nokto x reader #nokto klein x you #nokto x you

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