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danwhobrowses · 15 days

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Okay yeah I wasn't ever gonna be contained with just one post so, Callowmoore stuff that's on rotisserie in my brain from ep.94

Long and deep looks at each other and a hug right off the bat!

When asked by Laudna if they were okay in ep. 91, Ashton deflected with 'say that again?' and 'are any of us?', but when Fearne asks they give a genuine answer and then also ask her how she's feeling, because she's been quiet and they care

Ashton, despite hurting when they're touched and exhausted so the chronic pain is as intense as the first time, still wanting to cuddle with Fearne - and feeling at ease when they do

And like, the way they were trying to articulate it implies that they've wanted to ask for quite some time, but the timing has been off or situations have gotten in the way, and they don't want to wait any longer

But also they don't ask if they can cuddle they ask if Fearne wants to; they want to, but they ask Fearne if she doesn't want to sleep alone, because her comfort is as important or more important than their own

Fearne given her past experiences with people of course thinks they mean the other kind of company, which she notes she does want (so that's not off the table) but asks if they could just cuddle - to which Ashton doesn't entirely deny either, but notes that they're tired and in a lot of pain right now so they too was asking for the same

Also the fact that Fearne, who has been in a threesome inside a corrupted haunted wood, will later flirt with a dark echo of herself, and spooned with a ghost pirate captain, got so flustered about asking Ashton that she just wants to cuddle

Despite the awkwardness they still just laugh and joke together through it, they're awkward but it's in a sweet way

All of Ashton's immediate action the second they realised Fearne was missing - similar to how they wanted to find her after the shard incident but this time in a position where they could take action - no nonsense, no pissing contest with Chetney about her scent being on their bed, "Find. Them. Now."

And then still being soft after seeing Fearne again, because all that matters right now is that she's still here. And another post I saw said it better but, Ashton never seeks to change or 'correct' parts of who Fearne is; she can still follow cute animals just next time bring a buddy along (which given how they were in bed together would imply meaning them), they love her for her, fae and all, they just want her to be safe

Not entirely ep. 94 but given how on 91 Ashton pointed out that they needed to sleep and 'figure out who they wanted to be', and then here ask Fearne to be there beside them so they could have someone to wake up to, it to me at least says a lot about what Ashton has already decided; and how despite both of them having dealt with grief and anger and helplessness by bottling it up, hiding away, and shouldering it alone, this time they both wanted to just feel at ease with each other

#callowmoore #ashton greymoore #fearne calloway #fearne x ashton #ashton x fearne #ashley johnson #taliesin jaffe #critical role #cr3 #cr3 spoilers #c3e94 #cr spoilers #bells hells #did I mention that I'm not normal about them because AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #shipper rotisserie brain go brrrrr #Orym's passive perception 'damnnn' was great too #I have been praying for 5 weeks for just a tiny bit of comfort between the two and I got a whole buffet!#I mean I trust Matt and narratively it was juicy but c'mon man you couldn't give them one night? The night of FCG blowing up??#I wonder: if Ashton was the big spoon would they have woke up with Fearne to join the walk/fight?#I ofc wish they returned to the same bed but she was extra exhausted - next time hopefully #Zathuda still needs to die - painfully - maybe they can do it together; steal his dragon and fancy cloak #Ludinus too - live show's a big stage (half expect Sam to debut his new player then) big post-fight kiss at Aeor maybe/please?#hopefully we can also see them pickpocketing each other again because it's their love language #but so is the softness and comfort and awkward giggling and innuendo #which is why I hate that most villains tend to look past/through Ashton - they don't see them but Fearne sees them; they see each other #tag reader bonus - Ashton always sleeps on Fearne's right: so she can see/poke their glass slab but also so their stone arm doesn't cut her

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pocket-luv101 · 4 years

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Summary: Mahiru goes to London for a photography job and meets Kuro. (KuroMahi, Modern AU)

Mahiru adjusted the focus of his camera to capture a photo of a coffee shop. He was a cook but he would take photos as a hobby. His friend was opening a franchise in London and asked him to take a few promotional pictures of the café. He had never traveled outside of Japan before and he was excited for the opportunity. The city was beautiful and he hoped he could take a few pictures after he finished. He would have to wait until Misono returned because Mahiru didn’t speak the local language.

He set out a tea set on the table outdoor and he carefully staged the cup. Mahiru stepped back and positioned himself so he wouldn’t be reflected in the café’s window. He had decided to take photos outside since the day was beautiful. He took a few photos but then he felt a light breeze pass over him. As he adjusted his hair, he wondered if he should take the food inside.

He looked through his camera lens again and a black blur pass over the screen. A loud crash caused Mahiru to look up and he gasped. In the short moment he looked away from the food, a cat had jumped onto the table and stole one of the finger sandwiches he made. Mahiru jumped to his feet and he rushed to stop the cat from eating anything further. He was worried that the sandwich could make the creature sick.

The cat scurried away from his hands and its tail knocked a cup over the table. Mahiru groaned lightly and tried to grab the agile cat again. “Drop that sandwich, Kitty. You’re going to make yourself sick if you eat that. I’ll cook you something delicious if you give back that sandwich.”

In answer, the cat jumped off the table and ran past him. He watched the cat leap into a man’s arm and he gently took the sandwich from its mouth. While it whined in disapproval, the cat started to purr contently after he stroked its fur. The man walked to Mahiru with an apologetic smile and spoke to him in English.“I’m sorry. My cat must’ve smelled the food and ran here.”

“… Sorry. My English is bad. I don’t understand.” Mahiru struggled to remember everything he learned in high school. English was his worst subject at the time. He glanced around them and hoped that Misono would return early so he could translate for him.

“Do you speak Japanese? I know the language.” The man offered and relief passed over his face. Kuro thought the way his expression softened was beautiful. He blushed slightly and added, “I’m sorry my cat ruined your lunch. I’ll pay for another meal and that broken cup.”

“It’s fine. I wasn’t going to eat it anyways. I know bread can be harmful to cats but what about ham?” He asked and the man shook his head. Mahiru peeled the ham slice of the bread and held it out to the cat. He giggled as he watched it eagerly nibbled on the meat. “My friend owns this shop and I’m sure he won’t be upset if I tell him it was an accident. I’m taking some photos for his menu and advertising.”

“We can also have Ash use his soothing cat face on your friend if he does get mad.” He suggested and lifted the cat slightly. “My name is Kuro and this little troublemaker is Ash. I’ll help you clean up this mess. It’s the least I can do since my cat was the one who caused this mess.”

“It’s okay. I’m sure Ash didn’t mean to cause a mess. My name is Mahiru. Your cat is adorable.” Mahiru rubbed his finger over the black cat’s head and smiled at it. In response, it purred happily. Kuro was slightly surprised by how quickly Ash grew fond of the man. He had rescued the cat from the street so it was wary of strangers. It would take it time to trust others. Then again, Mahiru’s bright eyes likely drew many to him easily.

Mahiru leaned away from him and turned his attention back to the table. He piled the food and broken dishes on the tray. “I’m going to take this back inside before anyone hurts themselves on the shards. I’ll have to make more food to display too. Hopefully, I’ll still be able to finish in time. I wanted to visit Hyde Park and take pictures there.”

“Is there anything I can do to help? This is my fault since I let Ash run away.” Kuro said. Mahiru thought over his offer and an idea came to him.

“Please sit here and wait for me to come back with more props. It should only take me a few minutes to prepare everything.” Mahiru pulled out the chair for him. He gave Ash a light pet before he went into the café. He didn’t know what Mahiru intended to do but he assumed he would simply help him set up food and props for the photoshoot.

Kuro sat down and watched Mahiru through the window. He couldn’t see anyone else in the café and he wondered if Mahiru made the food himself. He felt guilty that his cat had interrupted his work and caused him trouble. Beside him, Ash pawed at the window to get Mahiru’s attention. He chuckled and patted its head. “A man gives you a slice of ham and a smile and you want to run off with him. Can’t deal.”

Mahiru walked out with a new tray of food and tea. As Kuro started to stand, he placed his hand on his shoulder to stop him. He took his chin between his fingers and tilted his face up slightly. Their faces were close to each other and it caused his heart to flutter. Mahiru didn’t seem to notice as he said: “The lighting is perfect. Stay like this.”

“What?” He couldn’t find anything else to say as Mahiru arranged the food on the table. He also set a bowl of water in front of Ash.

“You two will be perfect for the menu’s cover. The café’s name is ‘The Black Cat Café’.” Mahiru told them and pointed to the sign hanging over the door. “Misono want to draw in the locals with a relaxed and casual atmosphere. You’re handsome and fit that description perfectly. Ash will be an adorable mascot as well. When Misono comes, we can discuss a payment for modeling for us.”

“I’ve never modelled before. At least I don’t have to do much but sit here. I get free snacks too.” Kuro joked and ate a cookie from the plate. He was pleasantly surprised by how sweet they were. He thought Mahiru wouldn’t care about the taste since he was only taking photos. “We can tell your friends that you paid me in food. These are really good. You also found my cat so I owe you a favour.”

“I’m glad you like my baking. I thought they would end up being wasted after the photoshoot. There’s more in the kitchen.” He took a few steps back and took a photo of Kuro with Ash. They continued to speak and Mahiru thought it was nice to talk with someone again. Misono had been busy with his new business so Mahiru wasn’t able to explore the city with a friend. “May I ask how you learned Japanese?”

“When I was young, I needed money so I worked as a tour guide. I picked up a few languages to help tourists. I’m a translator now.” He told him. “If you want to take photos at Hyde Pair, you might enjoy walking through the rose garden. It’s one of the newer additions but people really like it.”

“London’s architecture is different from Japan but it has a quaint charm. I would love to explore as many of the attractions as I can. Once the café is open, I might be too busy to visit the attractions.” Mahiru’s voice was full of excitement.

“Does your friend know English? It might be best if you explore the city with him since you don’t know the language. You seem like a good and trusting guy. There are people who will try to take advantage of you if they think you’re a tourist. I don’t want you to get ripped off or be pickpocketed by someone. London is a safe like Japan but you should be cautious.”

“Will you take me on a tour?” Mahiru asked and lowered his camera. “I think I have enough photos for the café so my afternoon is free.”

Kuro couldn’t count the number of times he visited London’s famous attractions due to his time as a tour guide. Yet, Mahiru made everything feel new and enchanting. Half a year had passed and he had taken him throughout London. They had grown close in that time. They walked through the garden Kuro showed him the first day they met.

Mahiru had asked him to take a walk with him through Hyde Park before it closed. They simply talked as they enjoyed the roses around them. “Tokyo and London are more similar than I thought it would be. The city is busy and there’s a thousand different things going on at once. There are also beautiful places like this where time slows down. Whenever I feel homesick and I’ll come here. Thank you for showing it to me. I have a present to thank you.”

“You didn’t need to buy me anything.” Kuro shook his head but Mahiru held out a small box to him. He couldn’t help but smile when he found a wallet inside. On the corner of the wallet, a cartoon cat drinking coffee was carved into the leather. He opened the fold and discovered a photo framed in the wallet. “This is from the first day we met.”

“I hope you like it.” Mahiru said as Kuro tucked the wallet into his pocket. He hooked his arm around Kuro’s and started to lead him back to the entrance. He leaned his head against his shoulder and joked. “It’s dark but I’ll protect you from people who would try to pickpocket us. We should get going before the park closes.”

“Actually, there is one part of the park I want to show you.” Kuro stopped him and took him back into the park. He could see bright lights ahead of them and the soft blue glow contrasted the night sky. Mahiru was curious about what he intended to show him but he trusted him. They stopped behind a short gate and he said, “They’re preparing for the Winter Wonderland attraction.”

“The Christmas lights are beautiful.” He said breathlessly. Mahiru was pulled out of the moment when Kuro stepped over the gate. He quickly took his hand and whispered worriedly to stop him. “We can’t trespass while they’re working, Kuro. We might get in trouble.”

“This is part of the surprise. My brother works here and I asked him if we can walk around. I thought it would be nice to enjoy it before it becomes crowded. He said it’s fine since they’re already finished everything.” He reassured him. For a moment, Mahiru hesitated to break the rules but then Kuro tenderly squeezed his hand. Kuro’s warmth drew him into the wonderland.

As he climbed over the gate, Kuro placed his hand on his waist to help him keep his balance. Mahiru held his hand once they were on the other side. Nervous butterflies filled his stomach and he couldn’t remember the last time he felt so excited. Holding hands, they walked through the park at night. “This is gorgeous, Kuro. I can’t wait to see this place covered in snow. It’ll be so festive.”

“The weather network says that it would snow next Friday. Do you want to go with me? Together?” With the moonlight and streetlight, Mahiru was able to see Kuro’s blush.

“Like a date?” His question made his blush grow. Kuro awkwardly pulled his hood over his head to hide how flustered he was. Mahiru giggled and placed his hand on his furred hood. Gently, he pulled him down until he could kiss his strong jaw. “Pick me up at the café after it closes.”

#servamp #kuromahi #sloth pair #servamp kuro #mahiru shirota #fanfiction

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stellxuk · 4 years

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Day 1 - Kensington Gardens/ Buckingham Palace/ Westminister Bridge/ Checking in/ The Fish House

London, 7am. I got on the Heathrow Express for a straight train ride to Paddington station before transiting to High Street Kensington, where I’ll be dropping off my luggage at my Airbnb hosts’ office. It was already quite a navigational process to find the Heathrow Express platform just ‘cause I wasn’t used to needing to take a monorail to another terminal to get to customs and head out of Terminal 5. I remember queueing even with others to get my passport stamped, only to have the customs officer firmly tell me that I could’ve gone through the e-gate. Already embarrassed I walked through the lane and as my mom had always reminded me, check and make sure your passport’s stamped. There was no stamp. So I approached another customs officer and he looked at me, eyebrows furrowed, physically it didn’t make sense, yet I was asking a rather outdated question.

“You don’t need a stamp anymore.” Ah.

High Street Kensington felt familiar, with my first pret-a-manger in sight – a place that would’ve served me very well to buffer time and grab quick bites in the following days.

At my Airbnb hosts’ office, conveniently just across the road, the receptionist (French 20-something who thinks she’s superior with her bob and straight bangs) rudely brushed me off by saying nobody��s in the office yet so I’d just have to wait. I was too tired to argue and had no reason to be equally sassy so I waited, it was by then 8am in the morning anyway so I was ahead of schedule. However, sitting in the lobby watching other office-workers and executive members walk in an out, eyeballing me and giving subtle looks, I got increasingly uncomfortable and wondered if the lady was going to ignore me perpetually. Thank goodness she approached right on cue then with a nicer tone, asking to follow her to the office.

It was a quick straight walk down to Kensington Gardens, and with the morning light the barren trees gave off sepia hues in the cool winter. The grass, however, thrived in luscious green and abundance. There were so many dog walkers, but all rather aloof to my smiles at their pups, who also trotted along and paid no heel. I started snapping away – of William and Kate’s abode (the Kensington Palace), of a lone man walking down a narrow path separating two large grass fields, of the pond inhabited by swans that swam so close to the edge you could see them eye to eye. I r e a l l y loved the pond at Kensington Gardens, circular and central to the park, I didn’t care that I looked like some greenhorn who’d never seen anything so typical of a park as others just jogged past with their ears plugged. I live just opposite a reservoir, yet this pond – its serenity in the cold, the swans’ majestically floating, ducks pruning their feathers by the edges – was a sight to behold. It overwritten all the rough encounters I had earlier in the morning.

Walking further down to Hyde Park I was headed to Buckingham Palace for their changeover at 10am. Crossing the road to enter Buckingham Palace Green, I saw that my phone was soon dying. But shit. I had left my portable charger in my carry-on that had been left at the office. My first onset panic mode. I was contemplating whether to take the walk back, albeit far but still manageable, to grab my portable charger and re-walk the whole route to hopefully make it in time for the changeover at the Palace. Or should I just keep going, since after the palace I just wanted to walk around the city for a bit and head back in a couple of hours in time to check in to the Airbnb. While my head battled the options on the outside I was calmly making my way further and further from the office, and so I guessed my feet had made the decision for me. We walk on and hope I won’t be crippled without access to Google Maps.

Buckingham Palace! There was already a crowd lined up, flagging themselves to the gates and looking through the thin steel railings to see the guards marching to and fro intermittently. I found a spot to squeeze in between 2 families and took it all in. At one point the Royal Mail van drove in, and a couple of luxury cars were also taking their exit. People were also seated around (and on) the Victoria Memorial just opposite.

I checked the time – 9.30am, I didn’t think there’d be much to do for 30 minutes, plus we were on a time crunch cause my battery was at 10%. So I decided to forgo the ceremony and continued walking.

Making a turn down to birdcage walk I chanced upon this area (?) called the Victoria Nova/ The Nova Building. Thinking maybe I can grab a proper bite, the only thing that attracted me was a standalone push cart called the Chai Guys. You guessed it, they were selling coffee but more importantly, chai. I got my first cuppa and their design was so cute I had to take that typical arm-extended-against-cityscape shot:

Looking at the underground sign at the entrance of Victoria station I contemplated yet again to take the train back to High Street Kensington to grab my portable charger before getting back on my itinerary (you can see how ensuring my phone stays alive has killed some fun and ability of being in the moment). But the thought of needing to explain myself to the rude French receptionist and trouble her to escort me up and down again deterred me entirely. Instead, I circled back again to Buckingham Palace to see if the changeover had started.

Thinking I’ll keep walking instead of stopping to watch the whole thing, in order to get back on track and head towards the city, I managed to catch them just walking in to the palace. The crowd grew bigger and there were security personnels warning people to carry their backpacks on their fronts because there’re pickpocketed lurking in this area. That all the more made me want to keep walking.

Another 5-10 minutes and I found the famous red telephone booth. I didn’t trust want someone to help take a picture for me so I wanted just the memory of a lone telephone booth. I eventually had to wait a minute for it because couples, mother-daughter duos and tween groups were all taking turns to enter the booth and take their signature interactive poses. From the aloof locals, to how easily my space could be “invaded” and presence kinda looked over, London was starting to make me feel a little transparent and for a split second it hit me that I was really alone.

What happened next didn’t help to soothe my soul in any way. After the telephone booths, past Westminister Abbey, was of course the Westminister bridge that would lead me into the city centre of London. It was a very very very busy bridge – everyone was almost passing through shoulder-to-shoulder and I had my eye on a pop up store selling souvenirs when suddenly a lady stopped me and started shoving a clipboard and a pen against my torso.

“For the deaf and blind. Please sign.” She chanted, refusing my refusals and letting me walk ahead. Soon another guy and woman on her team cornered me and continued pressurising me to sign it. I knew what this was – one of those petitions where after you “harmlessly” sign you’d have to make a mandatory donation, something I was already warned about by my colleague. So I kept saying “No”, zig-zagging to pass them but they locked me down and met me even when I pushed through the crowd to get to the other side of the bridge. Finally as I was saying my 100th no, this time also physically pushing away her clipboard, the lady interrupted me with a mumble in a foreign language before dropping everything and walking away. It was instant. Like an off-switch was activated inside of her. I was slightly perturbed as to why she’d suddenly give up, and what exactly she was mumbling about, when an instinct kicked in to look down and check my bag. My heart dropped when I saw my fanny pack zipped open, my camera (which took up the bulk of the space) in plain sight.

I rushed to a quieter corner at the end of the bridge and rummaged through my things. Passport, wallet, oyster card, they were all intact. But I couldn’t believe my eyes. Was there something more valuable I was forgetting that should’ve been inside? I hurried again, almost deliriously, to someplace I could properly sit down, catch my breath, slow my heart rate, and be sure that I wasn’t just pickpocketed.

Finally I saw there was a Starbucks and I took a sit outside among pigeons nibbling on leftovers and families feeding their children in prams to take out my things and account for each one. Nothing was lost, seriously. I didn’t know how to find relief, a part of me wanted to just retreat and go back to the unwelcoming office lobby. But I’d have to find a way that didn’t involve passing that damn Westminister bridge again. Throughout the entire trip I’d never revisited that bridge.

“Just keep going, Estella. Don’t let this ruin the day.” And so I did. I walked along Southbank, took that quintessential tourist picture of the London Eye, of the National Theatre, and ended up at Gabriel’s Wharf. Thinking I’ll finally (finally) have my first meal at this fish and chips restaurant, I walked away because of the crowd and the price for a simple Dory’s fish and chips.

I ended up at OXO Tower Wharf, which seemed like a Design Orchard equivalent with cubic spaces across two floors that showcase the works of up and coming designers and artists. Walking into a quirky design store, I thought I’d be able to find a portable charger but alas, there were Frida Kahlo lip balms and kids schoolbags in the shape of a space rocket, but absolutely z e r o portable chargers. I was at 2%, and Blackfriars bridge was where I threw in the white flag. I was supposed to make it all the way to Borough market, but I clearly had underestimated the walk, and it was enough risking (and turn of events) for the day.

I settled for a chicken salad from LEON and sat by the window, people watching as friends met up at the entrance of High Street Kensington station, grandmas got ready to head out with their daughters and grandchildren, mature couples stepping in to Marks and Spencers for their daily shopping. Even though my phone was dying, I was struggling with time because it was 1pm, an odd time to be heading to the office and waiting to check in until 3pm. But there wasn’t enough time to grab my portable charger and head out again. So I just sat at LEON, in slight disbelief of the sights and sounds I had encountered in a mere 5+ hours. London, baby.

We were inching to 2pm when I could no longer hog the seat at LEON, so I took a stroll into the famous Boots store just adjacent to the station, and took a look at Zara Home just opposite. Oh yes, I’d also forgotten to bring my glasses on the trip, so I walked into a prescription store along the street as well but soon realised it was a dumb move because frames alone were minimally 50 pounds (and those were ugly). My astigmatism isn’t dreadful enough for me to spend money on a pair of glasses that would be deemed useless once I got back to Singapore.

Finally, finally, after a little more waiting in the lobby (the French receptionist had ended her shift and now a nice 20-something male Londoner helmed the desk) I could finally check in to my Airbnb. I took a quick 2-stop bus ride down to Notting Hill Gate and arrived at the bright pink door. Lugging my suitcase up the 4 flights of stairs was THE WORST, and I soon came face-to-face with the small cubic loft that, in the following days, would’ve risen my anxiety levels with its misleading paper thin walls that made me purvy to when every neighbour was coming home, opening their doors (which often sounded like they were trying to barge through mine), stepping into showers, and when the garbage collector came on Wednesday morning and made such a ruckus I thought a fight broke out along the street.

After taking a video tour of the place and sending it to Mom, I settled in, changed and freshened up for dinner. It was at a nearby fish and chips place called the Fish House. No more adventurous trails and exploring for me. The restaurant was in a quaint shophouse with a very tiny shopfront where you could order takeaways. To get a seat, you’d then have to take another 2 narrow flights of stairs up to their topmost floor. When I arrived a family had just finished their dinner so by the time I ordered I had the whole place to myself (which I thought was quite iffy cause Google shown great reviews). The fish and chips was alright, along with the cup of hot tea, and after an hour or so I made my leave and called it a night.

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