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spiderfreedom · 4 months

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the male gaze distorts reality

started watching movies again (just don't like movies really) and one thing that surprised me was how the male gaze isn't just about staring at hot naked ladies, but how it distorts reality. the male gaze creates 'people' and 'situations' that simply don't exist.

the biggest example to me is the femme fatale. the devious woman using her sexuality as a weapon. whether the trope is a blonde bimbo bubblingly bouncing her boobs, or a sophisticated older brunette casually letting the strap fall off her shoulder and threatening to reveal her bust, they are different incarnations of the same concept. the women are knowingly using the sexual desire of men against them.

i watched a particularly egregious example where a group of women were sent to seduce a group of men, hanging off their shoulders, caressing their chests, with the promise of further sex if they came to another room. the true purpose was to humiliate them by getting them to disrobe in front of other people.

when i was a kid watching these scenes, i was convinced that this was a real thing women did - there were women out there who knowingly used their sexual appeal to get men to do things they otherwise wouldn't. it had to be such a recurrent trope for a reason, right? it even shows up in movies for children - remember the hot pink pegasus seducing hercules's pegasus?

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but as an adult, i find myself confused watching these scenes. i've never seen anything like this happen. i've never met someone who says they do things like this. it's one thing to be flirty and dress in a sexually attractive way to get free drinks, but it's quite another to be so sexually forward to 'deceive' and 'trap' men. not to mention, it's... dangerous. if the man even believes he's being deceived, he can turn violent. it's a foolish move.

maybe the only real life example I can think of is honeypots. but honeypots are actual spies, trained by governments, and spies are selected to have less empathy than the average human being. do we really think that among untrained women there are so many seductresses with the skill of trained spies?

"what about sex workers/prostitutes?" while the honeypot spy is employed by a government agency, prostitutes are paid by the very people they are "seducing." prostitutes have to put on an act - they need to pretend to be the sexually active and perpetually horny woman men both want and fear. but most prostitutes are not like this; they are in it because they need money fast, not because they think fucking strange men for pay is a sexy and desirable career path (fun fact - read the diary of madam pompadour, the most famous courtesan and the embodiment of aristocratic seductress, and you will find she actually did not like having sex with the king and dreaded it. not even our real life courtesans can live up to our fantasies.)

the entire idea of a woman using her sexuality against men is simply a male fantasy - and the flipside is that it's a male anxiety, too.

men wish that women would approach them and find them desirable and initiate sexual intercourse with them, without the men having to do any of the work. there's nothing inherently wrong with fantasizing that a hot person finds you so special and hot that they want to have sex with you right away. men and women of all sexual orientations entertain these secret fantasies.

but then, there's the fear - "what if these hot women are actually only pretending to be interested in me, to get something from me? and i'm too horny to think straight and i actually give it to them?!" and that is the male anxiety, that for a moment, they actually end up losing the upper hand. despite the fact that such a situation is actually pretty rare in real life (I asked several male friends if they had personally or second-hand encountered such a situation in real life, and none could say they had), it is a common trope in fiction. it is especially lascivious in film, where the seduction before the fall can be portrayed in softcore porny ways.

"this is a foolish idea, everyone knows fiction and reality are separate." well, we know they are separate, but do you know which parts? if you don't already know the facts of the situation beforehand, how can you tell when fiction is lying to you and when it's drawing from reality? do you think the young, sexually inexperienced kids watching disney's hercules know that 'seductresses' aren't a common threat when we watch this scene? or will they learn and think "ok, a thing that happens in grownup life is that hot ladies seduce men, and you gotta watch out for them!" what basis does a child or even a teenager have to know this is false? especially when this is a common trope?

"women are sexually available and active - and deceitful" is a harmful trope. when you read about the ancient greeks stereotyping that women are lustful, they don't mean it in an "aww shucks, these girls just love having sex!" kinda way, they mean it in a "women are unfaithful and will use any means to get dick, including taking advantage of their hotness" way (this is why 'whore' is the ultimate insult for women). because if this trope were real, then it would be dangerous, wouldn't it? honeypot spies are dangerous for this reason. luckily for us, it is not real, but the male anxiety surrounding it continues. the male desire/anxiety around it informs porn tropes about 'punished sluts'. it informs incel tropes about the 'cock carousel'.

and this is what i mean when i say the male gaze distorts reality. it fabricates, out of whole cloth, a person that does not exist in any meaningful way - a woman who seduces men while demanding no emotional involvement, who is eager and willing at all times, who can turn the very desire for her existence against those men to get what she wants. she is not repulsed by or afraid of the men she pretends to be attracted to. before, we had to content ourselves with art and novels glorifying this false woman, but film allows her to exist in flesh and blood. cast a real woman, have her speak words and move her body in ways dictated by a man, and suddenly she appears much more real. grow up with enough of these, and even women writers can start to think these "seductresses" are real people. she can try to reclaim her and turn her into a badass boss babe, or she can condemn her as immoral and pathetic, but the deception is complete - the argument is no longer about whether this woman exists (she does not), but about whether she is justified in her ways. the female writer does not realize she was nursed on the male gaze for years, and it will take serious seeing with her own eyes to realize what is the real world and what is male fantasies and fears.

#mypost #radical feminism #male gaze #200 notes tag

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our-happygirl500-fan · 1 year

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The foreshadowing in Rise is so good, I could honestly go on about it for ages.

Draxum: I’m paying a heavy price for you not to ask questions

We see the Orb all the way back in season one in the episode Insane in the Mama Train & then we see the Orb again in the episode Raph’s Ride Along & then it’s finally revealed what the Orb is for in Battle Nexus New York when Big Mama traps the people of New York in it.

Throughout season two we see Big Mama hinting at a ‘big event’ in episodes like The Hidden City Job & Raph’s Rise Along.

Big Mama: Remember this is all to raise money for favourite charity charity.. me! And my Fantabulous Battle Nexus Wizbang

Big Mama: It’s the key to my upcoming Battle Nexus Wizbang. Guard it carefully

And then the big event is finally revealed as the Battle Nexus New York

Big Mama: Ladies and Gentlemen, it’s the moment you’ve been waiting for, my long promised Fantastic Wizbang! Battle Nexus New York!

We see Shadow Fiend being mentioned throughout season 2

Announcer: She’s taken the hidden city by storm with her new Battle Nexus champion Shadow Fiend!

Donnie: Battle Nexus here we come! Rumour has it this Shadow Fiend is quite the fierce champion

And then it’s revealed that Shadow Fiend is the Shredder

Casey: There is no Shadow Fiend only the Shredder!

In the episode Always Be Brownies we see Foot Recruit running a business called Grandma CJ’s (the initials for Casey Jones) & see that her room has a hokey poster

And then in the final episode it’s revealed she’s Casey Jones

Casey: The name’s Cassandra! Cassandra Jones!

We see a Krang give Oroku Saki the Dark Armour in the episode Shreddy or Not & the body of a Krang in the last episode at The Crying Titan

And then the Krang are revealed to be the antagonists of the movie

I really love Rise’s foreshadowing, it really makes me want a season three just so I can see what they do with all the other things they’ve hinted at in the movie such as the Triceraton skull that Krang Prime’s throne is made out of or the EPF & Bishop.

I love how there are all these little things sprinkled in throughout the episodes that you can either see leading up to something or notice when you are doing a rewatch

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #tmnt

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crazyk-imagine · 7 months

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If your requests are still open, can I request a Sanji live action x fem!reader with the same plot as Luffy having to make up the price of the order but Sanji overlooks the reader doing the jobs alone in the kitchen (make it more romantic and/or sexual, he’s heavily into her but she’s into the fun)

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Fem!reader

Characters: Vinsmoke Sanji, Fem!reader, Roronora Zoro, Monkey D. Luffy, Nami, Usopp, Zeff, Buggy, Arlong, Arlong's Pirates

Warnings: Angst, fluff, implied smut at the end, unnecessary drama, I rewatched the last few episodes and this is what happened, I love making the reader so sassy to Usopp, and making Nami bestie material, reader and Sanji have a past, this is an interesting one folks

Word Count: 5,102

*I did not realize this was so long, holy crap

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You close your eyes and rest your head against the booth, letting the delicious and flavorful meal settle in your belly. You make a mental note to thank the chef before leaving because this was just what you all needed.

“Here is the bill.”

“I got it,” Luffy tells him.

You shake your head, having a feeling that this won’t end well. “Luffy.”

He turns to you, raising his brows.

“You barely have one berry to your name. How could you afford to pay for this meal?”

He gives you a mischievous smirk and taps his head. “I have an idea.”

“We’re going to be kicked out,” you say.

“Yep,” Nami adds. “If we can make it out of here alive that is.”

You shrug, “we can handle ourselves. They can’t.”

“Well, that’s rude and I’m actually very offended,” Usopp chimes in. “Who’s to say it’s us that can’t handle ourselves and it’s actually you.”

You raise a brow, “how many beers did you have?”

“Don’t deflect the question.”

“Don’t be an idiot and I’ll answer.”

The man grumbles under his breath.

The kitchen door slams open and an angry man with a peg leg walks out. “Who is Monkey D. Luffy?”

He swirls around the pillar, raising his glass of milk to gesture to himself.

“You signed your name?” You ask. “Are you dumb?”

“I wanted him to know who it was since I’m going to be king of the pirates. I didn’t want to be rude.”

“You’re an idiot,” Nami tells him.

“Thank you,” you tell her. “Oh, and the angry chef is coming this way, great job Luffy.”

After his explanation, you decide to take charge and know what you need to do. “I will do the dishes.”

“No, it is his responsibility.”

“I want to.”

“No,” Zeff shakes his head.

You cross your arms, “are you afraid of having a woman in the kitchen?”

Sanji, the blond (and still extremely flirtatious) chef chuckles, using his hand to pretend he’s coughing so his boss doesn’t catch on.

The man scoffs, “not at all.”

“Then let me do it… unless you want broken dishes.” You swear his mustache twitched when you said that.

“Go,” he points towards the door. “Show her the way, little Eggplant.”

Sanji’s eyebrows twitch, he takes a deep breath.

The only reason you knew he was taking a moment to collect himself was because of the way his chest puffed out while his hands stayed in his pockets. “If you’d follow me, madam.”

“I will if you don’t call me madam.”

“As you wish, my lady.”

“I’m starting to regret doing this instead of Luffy.”

He chuckles. “You won’t be saying that in the next few minutes. I think I’ll be able to get you to like it.”

You shake your head with a quiet scoff, “I don’t think so.”

“Want to bet?”

“Nope,” you tell him popping the “P”. “I don’t to take your money so easily.”

“Oh, is that what you think?”

“I know it.” His eyes follow you as you walk away, entering the kitchen. “You’ll do the dishes.”

You glance at the tower of unwashed dishes, knowing it’s only going to grow as the day goes on. You raise a brow, “couldn’t I do something else? I think you need a properly trained dish washing person to get through that.”

“It’s either this or something worse happens to your friends,” the braided mustache man chimes in.

You purse your lips, knowing he’s not joking. “I’ll do the dishes, but not happily.”

“Good. Now get to work. The lunch rush is about to begin.”

“You mean there’s gonna be more?!”

A few of the other kitchen staff laugh.

“You’ve never had to do this before, have you?” Sanji asks.

You avoid eye contact. “Not for a long time.”

“Well-” His name is called; a fellow cook needs his assistance. “If you’ll excuse me, my lady.”

You grumble under your breath, not letting the nickname get to you. “You can do this. The faster we get these dishes done, the less there will be.” You know it’s not true but it’s the only thing getting you through the next few hours.

You wipe your brow, not wanting your sweat to drip into your eye (you can only let it happen a few times today). You sigh, resting your hands against the edge of the sink trying not to think about the knots in your shoulders.

A hand rests on your low back, sending a comforting feeling down your spine (something you’re not used to and can’t find yourself to push him away). “Are you alright?” The chef asks, putting another dish into the sink, feeling bad because you’ve been working so hard this entire time.

“Yeah, yeah-”

“Oi, who said you could take a break? I need those dishes done before morning.”

You turn to face the boss, only to knock your hand into the pile of bowls which sends the one closest to the edge to fall and break into a million pieces on the ground.

“That’s worth at least another year.”

You want to scream. “You’ve got to be kidding me, right?”

“’Fraid not. Hurry up, I don’t have all night.”

“Don’t tempt me, old man. I’ll break all your dishes if you don’t shut up.”

“Could you repeat that. I don’t think this “old man” heard you.”

“I said-”

Sanji wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you back, forcing you to sit in a chair as he walks back over to Zeff, whispering to him.

You don’t care enough to even try and listen to their conversation, you wish Luffy would bust in here and get you out of here but that punk, you shake your head.

‘He’s probably asleep after all the food he ate.’

You wish you could sleep but, knowing you took a burden off your captain and found a way to help people, even by doing the simplest task, meant more to you than sleep.

You sigh and push yourself out of the chair, walking back towards the sink. “I’ll have these done before the sun rises, chef,” you shout loud enough for them to stop bickering.

“Alright, I’m keeping you to your word, you hear.”

“I understand and if I’m not… I am willing to have myself stay behind while my crew continues our mission.”

Sanji’s eyes widen at your confession, that is not something he would have heard a few years ago. He turns back to his boss with a nervous chuckle. “She doesn’t mean that.” He walks closer to you and leans down, “you don’t mean that, right?”

You glance at him from the corner of your eye. “Shut up and finish what you were doing. I know how to handle myself,” you snap.

He takes a step back, looking at his fellow chef, who nods before taking his leave. “I’ll be over here if you need anything.”

You couldn’t respond even if you wanted to by the time the stranded pirate burst through the door.

Sanji ran over to help him, placing one arm around his shoulders (you do the same after watching him struggle).

You get him a cup of water while the blond makes some food.

The man is grateful and offers to pay for the food, reaching into his pocket but the man beside you shake his head. “Helping someone who’s hungry is more than enough payment. I’m just happy to have helped.”

That’s when you knew he’d most definitely be perfect to join the crew (if he wanted to, of course).

The man left and once again your cleaning dishes while Sanji does… whatever it is he needed to.

Honestly after that, you haven’t been paying too much attention to him to know what he’s doing.

You clear your throat, finding the silence to be a bit awkward now. “Who made our meal?”

“Who wants to know?” He raises his brow.

You roll your eyes, “don’t give me attitude. You haven’t known me long enough to be sassy with me.”

He nods. “Fine. And to answer your question, I did.”

“You did?”

“Why do you sound so surprised?” He asks, feeling offended by your question.

“No, it’s not like that. I’m just- I’m very impressed. I mean, everything was just- I can’t even put it into words at how delicious the food was.”

His shoulders sag, no longer feeling the need to be defensive. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.” You giggle, turning off the faucet. “Thank you by the way.”

“What for?”

“The delicious meal, for one.” You stare at the bowl, thinking back to when you barely had meals like this growing up.

It was always tough, using the few ingredients you had to try and make food, most of the time things went bad and you couldn’t use them. You were lucky to be able to eat when you could.

“It’s one I’ll never forget.” You glance at him from the corner of your eye. “Same with the chef.”

“Was that a compliment?” The corners of his lips curve upwards.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“That’s why I’m asking.”

“Fine,” you huff. “It is.” You wipe the last bowl dry. “Now, that I’m done… I can go join my crew.”

“You miss it.”

“Miss what?”

You turn around.

“Us.”

“There never was an us.”

“There could have been.”

Your tongue rubs against the front of your teeth. “Guess we’ll never know.” You toss the towel down on the countertop beside the sink. “I have to go now.”

He sighs. “Hey, don’t go. I’ll- I’ll stop talking about-”

“Our past. Something tells me you won’t.”

“I can.” He scoffs, “you know, you always did this.”

“Did what?”

“Tried to run away from reality.”

“I- maybe I left because it wasn’t the right time.”

“When will it be?”

You shrug, “who knows. Maybe-” Your eyes widen, feeling his lips on yours. You close your eyes, losing yourself in it… in him. You push him back, “Sanji.”

“Yes?” Hie slowly pries his eyes open.

“Why’d you do that?” You whisper.

“I couldn’t let you go without doing it.”

“Well, you did it. Are you happy now?”

“Maybe,” he smirks. “Does it change anything?”

You take a deep breath. “I- I honestly don’t know. I mean, not much has changed right? You’re still here and I’ll still be…”

“Not here.”

“Exactly.”

“I love you.” You nod, placing a hand on his cheek. “I know and that’s why I left the first time. You have so much potential, and the old man sees that, but your life is here. You- cooking here has been your life and I won’t be the reason you’re unhappy-”

“I wouldn’t.” He shakes his head, his hair covering his eyes so you can’t see his pain.

You close your eyes and peck his cheek. “I hope I’ll see you soon.” You sneak back onto the ship and lay in your bed, watching the sun rise.

“What happened last night?” Zeff asks, watching as the usually spunky chef does not fight back.

Sanji shrugs, making the meal on today’s menu.

The ex-pirate nods and turns at the sound of the captain entering his kitchen. “What are you doing here?”

“What I should have done yesterday. You need dishes clean, and I am here to help.”

“Get to work.”

You walk back into the restaurant to get a new bucket of fresh water to wipe Zoro’s wounds and look for some food when you stumble upon a fight going down between your crew and pirates.

You curve your index finger and thumb, whistling loudly to get them to stop throwing your captain around. “Hey! Why not fight someone who’s more worthy of a fight?”

Arlong smirks. “I’d like to see you try.”

You smirk and throw the bucket in his direction, giving you enough time to run over to him and kick him. You throw across the way and land on your back, pushing yourself up before he can grab you. “You’ve got fire. Why don’t you join my crew, so I don’t have to hurt that pretty face?”

You give him a tight-lipped smile. “Hard pass.” You stare up at the ceiling, faintly hearing Luffy and the pirate going outside.

His fishman make their way towards you until they decide they’re better off following their captain.

Usopp runs over to you and helps you sit up.

You groan, trying to get air back into your lungs. “Thanks.”

“Are you sure you should be trying to get up right now?” He asks, hand hovering around you in case something happens.

Sanji watches from the stairs, slowly getting himself up.

“Probably not but we can’t leave Luffy to fight that maniac on his own. He needs his crew even if,” you huff, knowing a bruise is forming.

“Even if he doesn’t think so.” You wobble for a second and then get yourself together, grabbing the two. “Let’s go.”

“For someone who just got thrown into a table, you’re moving exceptionally well.”

“Now’s not the time, flirty.”

He smiles, until you let him go and charge for the head pirate, stopping when your captain falls into the water.

Usopp runs towards you. “Oh my god. Oh my god. What do we do. What do we do?”

You grab the storyteller by his shoulders, shaking him to prevent yourself from slapping him. “Shut up, we just need to-”

The chef throws his shirt and jacket onto the dock before diving in for him.

You haul the man closer to the edge. “Move closer. We gotta pull them up when he comes up.”

You help Usopp pull Luffy up, making sure the captain is alright before helping Sanji (who doesn’t need as much help). You keep a hand on his shoulder, needing to know he’s safe while watching over the captain.

The chef leans into you, not wanting to lose you or your warmth.

“We need to leave now if we want to help Nami.”

The three agree with you and the storyteller assists the captain back onto the ship.

“Here’s your shirt and jacket.”

He slowly reaches for the items, not ready for you to leave. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For more than you know.”

“Don’t leave,” he grabs your wrist.

“What?”

“Let me come and cook for you and your crew. Just- just one meal.”

“Sanji-”

“I know you think I’ll regret it, but I won’t. This- it can be like our last adventure… together.”

“I don’t want you getting your hopes up.”

“I won’t,” he says all too quickly.

“I don’t entirely believe you but okay.” You gesture for him to follow you. “Fine. Let’s go.”

He makes another effortlessly amazing meal.

“Someone needs to shut that red nosed piece of shit up before I use this carrot,” you say, using the vegetable to point at Buggy’s head.

“Oh, come on. I’m not that bad.”

“New guy deals with the head,” Usopp tells Sanji, raising his hands as he walks by him.

The blond clicks his tongue, unsure of what else to do. “Do I have to?”

“House rules, new guy deals with the head,” Zoro backs up the storyteller’s not legit rule.

He's still as sassy as ever, even after coming back from the dead (even if he wasn't officially declared dead), it still amazes you.

“I hate you both.”

Usopp smiles and wraps an arm around your shoulders. “You kid in a mean way, but you really love us.”

“Right now, I want to use the carrot on you.”

He slowly removes his arm from your shoulders. “…okay maybe not.”

“This is about to get interesting.”

“Even more than it already has?” Sanji asks.

“Because being with you always-”

Zoro stops him with a head shake.

“What? What’d I do?”

You stay back in case anyone of them needs a little help; until someone grabs you from behind while a fishman jumps in front of Luffy and Nami, blocking their path.

Zoro takes care of him, giving the two an opportunity to continue.

Sanji manages to finish with the one fishman he was fighting, turning to check on you only to find that you need a little help.

He jumps across as you manage to get the fishman’s hand out of your hair, shoving him away so the chef can kick him in the face.

Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath, knowing this is only the beginning.

He nods, hands still in his pockets. “You’re welcome.”

At some point you spot the storyteller on the run, unsure of where he plans on going as you’re stuck in your own fight.

You and Zoro make your way closer to the large fishman keeping Sanji on the ground.

After watching the swordsman get pushed back, you decide to take an alternative route and grab a rock to throw it in his direction.

He grabs it as if it weighs nothing and crushes it which gives the chef enough leeway to escape out from under him. “Fight someone your own size.”

He chuckles and makes his way towards you.

You groan but hold your ground, doing all that you can to… not die. You push various branches and leaves out of your way, listening to Zoro rag on Sanji about calling out his finishing move.

“Who the hell let him throw me into the bushes?” You pull out another leaf from your hair.

“It wasn’t my fault you couldn’t keep up.”

“Listen here, you muscular green bean-”

“Why not focus on the fact that you’re alive?”

You purse your lips knowing the blond’s right. “Yeah, well,” you grumble under your breath. “Do I at least look fine?”

The chef takes a step closer, holding his hand out for you to take, helping you out of the bushes. He wraps an arm around your waist when you trip, making sure nothing happens to you.

You straighten your posture and quietly thank him.

He smiles, picking a leaf out of your hair before brushing the strands back behind your ear so he can see you (and make sure you’re okay, he knows how you like to use your hair as a shield to hide what you’re feeling).

He leans closer to your ear, whispering, “you look perfect, a tiny leaf couldn’t take to your beauty.”

You freeze, unsure of how to respond.

“If you stop flirting, we can try to find Nami and Luffy,” Zoro grumbles.

“Oh, man. You guys are together?” Usopp whines.

Your nose twitches, “what? No.”

“Not yet.”

Your head snaps in his direction, glaring at his smugness before an idea comes to mind. “Oh, is that what you think?” You skip over to Zoro, placing an arm around his waist. “I’d think I’d much rather deal with a muscular green bean.”

“I’m not a part of this.”

You turn to him. “Too late.”

The blond grabs you and pulls you away from the green haired man.

“I still owe Nami,” Usopp mumbles.

You shake your head, realizing how idiotic these guys can be. You all turn and stare at the building, the faint sounds of fighting and the building slowly crumbling sends a chill down your spine.

You spot Nami running through the gate. “Na-” You groan at her throwing herself at you. “Good to see you too.”

You glance to the side and notice the blond’s shoulders sagging. Once she lets go of you, you turn towards him.

He opens his arms, making himself look sad.

You narrow your eyes, raising a brow. "Really?"

He nods.

You roll your eyes and pull him closer, stretching your neck so your chin can rest on his shoulder slash clavicle area (honestly wherever you could reach, you didn't care because you were hugging him).

You can feel his heart beating against your cheek, faster and faster the longer you hold him; you hope he can’t feel yours beating in your chest.

“Where’s Luffy?”

“He’s in there.”

“Should we start planning his funeral now or-” You frown, sticking your bottom lip out. “What? Would it be wrong of me to ask if I could keep his hat?”

“What is wrong with you?” The orange haired girl asks you.

“Humor is my only defense and I’m terrified to know if he’s still alive or not.”

A stretchy hand punches through the ruble.

“I guess that answers that question,” you say, covering your mouth to hide your relief sob.

Sanji pulls you closer, coddling you.

Everyone cheers when your captain shouts, “Nami, we are your crew!”

“Now, that’s someone fit to be a captain.”

You raise your plate, “can I have some more?”

The chef chuckles, “how can I say no to that face?”

“Could you two stop flirting for two seconds so we can eat our food in peace?” Nami complains, although she’s actually happy for the two of you (even if she just wishes you two would admit your feelings for one another).

“It’s getting annoying,” the green haired man adds.

“At least they have someone,” Usopp mutters.

“We can turn this ship around and drop you off back at Kaya’s,” the orange haired girl tells him.

He chuckles, shaking his head. “Shutting up now.”

“Wow, who knew Nami could get so mean?” Luffy says, baffled by the scene before him. “I mean it's nothing compared to them but wow. Are you feeling, okay?” He tries to reach across to feel her forehead when she slaps it away from her.

“Yes, would you please stop acting like I’m dying or something and finish your food. It’s impolite to talk with your mouth full.”

The captain nods, giving her a thumbs up.

“Why are you guys talking about us like that?” You can’t help but ask them, not noticing how close you two are.

“How can we not?” Nami raises a brow.

“I mean, have you seen you two. It’s like, you guys are so in sync and clearly have a history but you're walking around as if there’s nothing and I don’t know if you’re doing it for us, but I say you two just stop and do something about it.”

You stare at her, your jaw drops, as does Sanji’s.

‘Were we really as bad as they thought?’

You shake your head, giving them a not so genuine smile. “I’m gonna go now. You have fun thinking… whatever it is you think you know while I do something more interesting.” You quickly walk out of the kitchen, unsure of how to act now.

The chef sighs, tossing the dish towel onto the counter, resting his hands against the edge as he leans forward. “Why?”

“Why, what?” Zoro asks before Nami could.

“Look, I get that you guys want to us to stop and get our acts together, but this isn’t the way to do it. Did you think that maybe there was a reason we never did anything?”

“Maybe you should talk to her and find out why,” the orange haired girl adds, clearly knowing something he doesn’t.

He nods, debating on leaving the kitchen so the two can talk. “Don’t let the sauce burn, keep turning it every five seconds.” He runs out of the kitchen in search of you.

“Where would I find you?” He asks himself, searching throughout the rooms down the hallway.

He’s about to pass his room when something catches his eye, and he turns back around to find your sprawled out in his bed. He smiles and takes careful steps, not wanting to startle you. “Who knew I’d find you in here?”

“Really?”

“Humor me.”

“Why are you here?”

“I believe I should be asking you that question since you’re the one in my bed.”

“I guess you’re right.” You push yourself to the edge of his bed, making a beeline for the door.

He reaches across the way, stopping you. “Don’t go.”

“I- I really need to get back to the others. They might be wondering where I am.”

“That’s unnecessary. They’re the ones who sent me to find you and also send their apologies because they know that you left because of what they said.”

You talk a small step back, giving yourself a few inches of space from him. “It- I didn’t leave because of them,” you mumble.

He nods, “and they know that, but I think this was just a tactic to get us to talk.”

“Why would they do that?”

“They can sense it.”

You furrow your brows, “sense what?”

He scoffs, “don’t act like that.”

“I- act like what, I don’t understand. I’m not acting like anything.”

“You know exactly what it is I’m talking about. Please don’t act like you don’t,” he begs and you feel bad but you can’t help it.

This is not what you planned on doing today. You move his arm out of the way only for him to flip his hand and latched onto your wrist. “Don’t.”

“Sanji-”

“No, I know exactly what you’re going to say.”

You turn around, staring at him with a faux fury in your eyes, the façade you’ve put on in front of him for so long and he knows that.

“Why do you keep doing this?”

“It’s safer.”

“For whom? Me or you?”

“This has always been about us having fun and you know it.”

“It became more than that the moment we started talking.”

“Maybe I was just tricking you,” you shrug, avoiding eye contact as you stare at your shoes.

“I don’t believe that for a second and you know why?”

“Why?”

The heels of his shoes clack against the floor as he steps closer to you. He raises your chin, giving you the soft smile, you’ve only ever seen him give to you and the crew, but it always felt like there was more to it when he did it to you. “Because I know you love me as much as I love you.”

It feels like the air is getting thinner. You don’t realize your crying as hard as you are until you hear his voice trying to sooth you. “No,” you mumble. “No, no,” you push him away and run your hands through your hair. “Stop it!”

“Why should I? You haven’t rejected me and I know it’s because you love me to.”

“Sanji, we wouldn’t be good together.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Because you’re you. You- you crave the attention or maybe it's the chase but either way you like where you are, and you wouldn’t want to change that for someone like me no matter how much you love me.”

“So what, you think I’m like those other low lives that came into the Baratie with spouses and explicitly talked about their endeavors with other people. You truly think that I would do that to you?”

You shake your head and cover your mouth to quiet yourself. “I don’t- I know,” you take a deep breath. “I know you wouldn’t but that doesn’t stop the little part of me for thinking it could happen. I mean, you always talked about,” you sniffle. “Girls with Patty whether I was in the room or not-”

He shakes his head. “Not true.”

“Which part? You did talk about other girls with him.”

“I may have talked about girls but that was only for me to see if you were listening or not because if you weren’t, Patty would always tell me to stop acting like a child and tell you how I feel if I ever saw you again.”

“Why didn’t you just try to be honest instead of toying with my head?”

He raises a brow with his head tilted. “Fair enough… but now you understand why I’m so scared to start something with you.” He’s in front of you before you know it.

“That just means I need to try even harder to show you how much you mean to me.” He brushes the few strands of hair out of your face, letting him see you (and wipe away your tears). “I only have eyes for you.”

“And Nami.”

“She doesn’t make my heartbeat as fast as you do.”

You lean away. “But she does?”

He’s speechless and doesn’t know what to say until he sees you smiling.

“Just kidding.”

A breathless chuckle filled with obvious relief escapes him. “You are going to be the death of me.”

“Me?” You shake your head. “No. I will be the one who revives you if you even think about getting close to death’s door. I can’t handle that.”

“Neither can I. Of course, I’m always going to come back to you. Who could,” he stares into your eyes switching from one to the other. “Resist someone as beautiful and adorable like you.”

“Lots of people.”

“They’re the ones who lost because I have the best prize of all.”

You close your eyes and lay your head against his chest. “Shut up,” you mumble but he knows what you said.

“I have a lot of making up to do and other than worshipping you later tonight, we need to run back to the kitchen and get started in dinner. I plan on spoiling you.”

You shake your head against him, unable to contain your excitement or hide your smile; he always brings out the happiness in you even when he was just a young chef, still trying to get Zeff to stop using as much oregano (because it’s for savages) or so he told you when you two met one night in secret.

You rest your head in your hand and watch him be a master at his work.

“You’re staring.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I always liked when you did, even if the old man did try to kick you out because you weren’t his employee.”

“He was just pissy because I was “distracting” his star pupil.”

“I think he’d disagree.”

“You and I both know he was hard on you because he wanted you to thrive in areas he couldn’t.”

He shrugs, not sure if what you’re saying could be true or not, but he doesn’t argue.

“I’m sorry I left.”

“You wanted to get out of there. Who was I to deny you the opportunity to see the world?”

“And find the all blue?”

“Sweetheart, that’s my dream.”

You chuckle. “I know.”

“I’m just happy we’re here now.”

“That’s something we can agree on.” You reach over and steal a freshly chopped veggie, smiling sweetly when he catches you.

He bends down, staring at you; you kiss him before sitting back down.

#one piece #one piece live action #one piece imagine #one piece imagines #one piece fanfic #one piece fanfiction #one piece x reader #vinsmoke sanji #vinsmoke sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji imagine #vinsmoke sanji imagines #vinsmoke sanji fanfiction #vinsmoke sanji fanfic #vinsmoke sanji x you #one piece x you #crazyk-imagine

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 10 months

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Congrats on the follower milestone! Well deserved! Could I request a 19 with Happy Lowman?

Masterlist

What a Mess

Contains: Fluff

1.1K words

“Whoever said you can't buy Happiness forgot little puppies.” - Gene Hill

Happy wouldn't tell you where the puppy came from, he just came home one day covered in human blood and handed you a scruffy crying puppy with a grunt. After you had washed the puppy and given it some boiled chicken, he gave you a Happy style explanation about how he "found" the dog when the SONs went to visit a drug dealer.

Two days later, Juice would tell you the truth. The drug dealer had bought the puppy early that day and just gave it to Happy when he decided it was too much work. The blood came later when Happy decided that giving a dog to strangers with guns was unforgivable.

She got her name the first night when she made her way between you and Happy as you settled into bed and flopped into your pillow. Happy turned into a total dog dad, carrying her everywhere because she hadn't got her shots yet and he didn't want her to get sick.

It soon became clear that Mellow was some kind of horse because she was putting on a pound a week and the more she ate, the more she wanted. Which led you to where you were now, looking out at a kitchen covered in roast beef scraps while she wagged her tail at you, "Did your daddy put the roast too close to the edge of the bench?"

Her tail wagged and she let out a yip as she wagged her way over to you, "I hope you like that because that piece of meat was very pricy." All Mellow did in response was lick your hand, "I'm not mad at you, you're just being a dog, but your daddy's in the poo."

"Why am I in the poo?" You turned around as Mellowed rushed to greet Happy.

"Because I asked you to put the roast in the middle of the counter when you took it out and you didn't so someone ate half of it." She let out another yip, and Happy bent down to scratch her ear while her tongue lolled from her mouth, "Hap, we pay really good money for her to have good nutrition. She can't be eating stuff off our table unless we let her."

He sighed, "I know. I meant to push it further, but she took her ball to the door and I wanted to play outside with her. I forgot where I left it."

You nodded, "That's alright, there was nothing in it that could have hurt her so no harm done. How about you clean up here while I give her a bath and then you can go and get us some takeout?"

Happy nodded, "That's fair."

You bent down and tapped your legs and Mellow came bounding over to you, "You wanna have a bath, you smelly girl?" Her tail waged and she placed your growing paws on your legs as her whole body wagged with her tail, "I'll take that as a yes."

She jumped off you and raced towards the tub and you sighed as Happy followed you, "Yes you can help but after that I want to kitchen spotless."

Happy smiled, "Hell yeah."

Mellow looked from you to Happy and with a wave of your hand, she was leaping into the tub joyfully. Happy raced over to the cupboard and returned with her brush, the nail trimmers and a bag, "What's that Hap?"

"I got her some soap." He opened the back and pulled out two large bottles with paw prints on them.

Your eyes grew wide when you realised what he had done, "Hap, that stuff is for show dogs, it's thirty dollars a bottle."

He shrugged, "She should only have the best."

You shook your head, "She already gets the best Happy, I get her shampoo and conditioner at the vet."

"Well this isn't shampoo and conditioner, it's prewash and after bath fur oil." He held up a finger and reached into the bag again, "I also go her paw balm."

You sighed, "Alright, just tell me how to use it once I've brushed her and done her claws."

Happy smiled, "It's easy, the lady at the store said it would make her coat nice."

You nodded, "I know Hap." Mellow could barely contain her joy as you brushed her fur and she slammed her growing feet into your palm when it was time to trim her nails.

"She's so well trained." Happy sounded so proud.

You shook your head, "Wait until the water turns on, she's just going to want to play." Sure enough, she was sliding around the bath with suds flying everywhere when it was time to wash her, Happy laughing as her floppy jowls went in every direction.

She yipped happily and hopped out of the bath when the hair drier came out and her tail flicked water everywhere when the warm air hit her skin, "She is the weirdest dog on earth, I've never met a dog that likes all parts of getting a bath."

Mellow stayed with you while you cleaned the bathroom and Happy headed to clean the kitchen, and she watched him on the couch as he mopped up all the mess, "She had fun here."

You nodded, "Yes she did."

Once everything was cleaned up, Happy walked over to you and kissed your temple, the Mellow's forehead, before heading out to get dinner, "You want anything special?"

You shrugged, "You know what I like."

"Yeah, I do."

****

Happy served you dinner, making sure that Mellow was occupied with a toy so you could eat without her feeling left out, even though you both knew she wouldn't beg for anything.

"I'm sorry about the roast. I know how hard you worked on it." He sounded sorry too.

You smiled softly, "I know, she's a puppy, there's no harm done." You pointed to the fridge, "Plus, you brought me cake, all is forgiven."

Happy looked at Mellow and smiled, "Do you think she knows how much we love her?"

You nodded, "I do. I mean, I don't love her as much when she pushes me off the bed but I love her with all my heart the rest of the time."

The side of Happy's lips ticked up in a smirk, "That reminds me, we're going mattress shopping on the weekend. I know a guy who can get us one of those huge orgy beds."

Your eyebrows wrinkled, "Those are big enough for more than two people and a great dane, what are you thinking Hap?"

"Well, you know how much Mel likes cats right?" You nodded, she had to say hello to every cat she saw, "I thought we could get a kitten, and then I read that two was better than one. I figure if we have a bed big enough, you won't say no."

You sighed, "I'm not going to say no anyway, you know how much I love cats."

Happy smiled, "I knew you'd say yes."

You shook your head, "You're lucky I love you."

He reached across the table and took your hand, "I love you too y/n."

Fin

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#happy lowman fanfiction #happy lowman #happy lowman x reader #happy lowman imagine #david labrava #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fluff #sons of anarchy fanfiction #sons of anarchy imagine #samcro #soa #happy lowman x you

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apomaro-mellow · 5 months

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Steve had a puppy au from this ask

Elaine knew that her sister and her husband often left their son alone. And honestly, that just wasn't good for the boy. She had talked to her sister about it, it wasn't like she had to follow Richard around, but Margaret wasn't hearing it. So Elaine put it on herself to give young Steve a companion. In the form of a cavalier spaniel puppy. Twelve year old Steve had been over the moon when he met her for the first time.

Steve named her Lady. And she kept him company when his parents were out of town. Because they were gone so much, they didn't really mind at first. Barely noticed her. Steve wanted to prove himself, so he read a ton of books on caring for dogs. He learned to house train her, keep her from tearing into things, and even not to bark too loud. It helped that Lady was already so prim and proper to begin with.

She was a proper Harrington lass in Steve's eyes. And it was nice to have someone around when the sun went down and he was all alone in this big house. Whenever she laid her head on his leg or chest and gazed up at him, Steve felt like he was really being seen.

Eventually, there came a time when his parents were actually home for a decent stretch. Steve had had Lady for two years and had been using his allowance and birthday money to buy things for her. She had the fluffiest dog bed and a whole basket of toys.

"Lady!", Steve called out by the front door. "Time for a walk!"

Her little feet bounded against the floor, grating on Richard as he thought of a clumsy dog crashing into something in his house.

Lady would follow Steve to go and get the mail, barking happily to the postman, which annoyed Margaret to no end when she heard it day in and day out. Her shedding disgusted them. They didn't like how she roamed the house like she owned it.

Finally, Richard laid down the law. "Get rid of it", he ordered.

"Of what?", Steve asked, in the middle of figuring out some algebra homework. Eight grade was hard but Lady made it easier when she rested by his feet.

"Of the dog. She doesn't belong here."

"She does more than you", Steve glared.

"Watch your tone."

"I'm not getting rid of Lady", Steve said as he stood to his feet. Lady's head perked up.

Richard's hand went for her and Steve smacked it away. Sensing aggression, Lady got to her feet and started to growl. Before Richard could retaliate towards his own son, she lunged and bit into his hand. His scream prompted his wife to come into the room. Margaret stood between her husband and son, keeping Steve from going after his father as he held Lady by her scruff and took her away.

Steve watched from his window as Lady was driven away. Probably to the pound or out on the street, he didn't know which was worse. But he knew he'd never forgive his parents.

He missed Lady every time he thought about her, so he tried not to think that much. It got easier every time Hawkins was under attack. But with the defeat of Vecna, it felt like the closing of the final chapter. All loose ends had been tied. All that was left was healing and rebuilding.

Both physical and mental for one Eddie Munson, who found himself laid up at the hospital for several weeks. Luckily, he wasn't bored. He had a visitor nearly every day, the most surprising of which being Steve Harrington.

"Can't believe I get to hold court with the king nearly every day", Eddie said when Steve came in again.

"Of course you do, you're my court jester. I'm just here ahead of Wayne. He said he had a surprise and wanted me to warn you not to go over the top. Apparently he's sneaking someone in?"

Eddie could hear the apprehension in his voice and smiled to reassure him. "Worry not, Wayne's not breaking anyone out of prison."

True to Steve's word, Wayne came in, something bundled up in his arms. To anyone not paying any mind, especially in a hospital, it might appear to be a baby. But Eddie knew who it was and immediately smiled. Wayne closed the door and then let out a little whistle. The bundle heard the signal and began to move, poking their head out from the blanket wrap.

"Meatball!" Eddie reached his arms out to take the dog. Wayne handed them over and she licked all over his face, tail wagging excitedly.

"Meatball?", Steve's brow raised.

"Yeah, cause she looks like a lil meatball. And that's what I fed her when I first found her", Eddie beamed.

Steve shook his head. "She doesn't look like a meatball, she looks like-Lady?"

"From Lady and the Tramp? Yeah, she looks like that too", Eddie nodded, scratching her behind the ear.

"Lady?", Steve said again. And suddenly he had his own lap full of dog and her wet nose and tongue all over his face. "I can't believe-how long-Were you with Eddie this whole time?"

Lady let out a soft bark and then turned over in his lap for belly rubs.

"How do you know Meatball?", Eddie asked.

"Her name is Lady, and I've known her since she was a puppy", Steve explained while giving his best girl belly rubs. "My dad took her away, I never knew what happened to her."

"Eddie found her out in the woods", Wayne said. "Never seen a stray dog so polite. We could tell she'd been kept well, but she didn't have a collar."

Her being yours explains why she was such a little princess", Eddie teased.

"She's a proper lady, yes she is", Steve cooed.

"So, do we need to go to court for custody?", Eddie asked.

Steve put Lady onto Eddie's lap and petted the top of her head. "I'm sure we can come to an arrangement", Steve said. "We did with Dustin."

#apo writes #stranger things #fanfiction #like a hint of steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #dont let the read more fool you #this is short #it's just baaarely long enough for me to justify putting it under a cut

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gh0stsp1d3r · 1 year

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yk, i was thinking about dating ladybug being tangerine and lemon's sister, both meet on the bullet train and ladybug thought the reader was too pretty and was very hesitant to try to fight her, and when he found out that she was the sister of the other twins he stayed 😦

oh god i have no creativity, i'm sorry for my english...

I LOVE TJIS IDEA.

The triplets

You sighed and rested your head on the back of the seat. Tangerine talked and bickered with lemon as you didn’t pay attention.

Tangerine snapped his fingers in your face.

“Hello? Earth to cherry?”

“Sorry, sorry.” You said, and regained your focus.

“Anyways, as I was saying, find the case and deal with whoever has it. Cherry, you’re coming with me, and lemons fine on his own.”

“Why do I always have to come with you?” You complained as you guys walked side by side.

“Because, you don’t pay attention, like at all.”

“Fair enough.”

🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞

Once you guys finally found black framed glasses, you realized that you had talked to him earlier, when you first got on the train.

Tangerine grabbed his shirt, and ladybug closed the door. Not much you could do about that. Ladybug tried to kick him, but he grabbed his legs and punched them repeatedly.

Ladybug tried to pin him to the wall, but you kicked him and shoved him off.

Ladybug looked at you for a moment, blinked, and then tangerine went back to punching him. They were in the kitchen now.

You just watched, as they punched each other, he seemed to be avoiding fighting you. Ladybug hit him with the cutting board and that’s when you stepped in.

You stopped when he held his hands out.

“Wait, wait, wait, I know who killed the kid.”

“I couldn’t give a rats ass. Where’s my fucking case?” Tangerine pushed the snack cart over to him, but he kicked tangerine instead, knocking him down.

As he was down, you just watched in amusement, before the door opened. You all acted like nothing was happening.

She came in and got some things, Ladybug stared at you, and tangerine stared st him, and then at you.

“What?” You asked.

“You could’ve helped me at least a little bit.” He said in sign language, so that hopefully the lady didn’t understand.

“Stop being such a fucking baby. You’re fine. Plus he said he know who killed the kid, maybe he can help, you’re always so quick to assume. Plus, he’s kinda cute.” You signed back.

“I hope you know I can sign too.” Ladybug signed and you grew embarrassed. He winked at you and you wanted to die in that moment.

Tangerine shook his head.

Then, he asked the lady for sparkling water.

“Bro, I just remembered I have all my money to that guy to wear my hat and glasses. Could you?”

“I don’t got any money.” He lied, and looked at you.

You sighed “Fucking liar.” You sent him a glance, And asked the lady how much, giving her it.

“A thousand yen, that’s ten quid for that bottle of water.” You sighed.

“Thank you.”

She left and he drunk the water.

“You sure you don’t wanna talk this out?”

“I will.” You said.

“Not, particularly no.” You and tangerine spoke at the same time.

You rolled your eyes at him. “This is why lemon is the better brother.”

“If you think the better brother is the one who speaks about kids shows, I feel bad for y-“ ladybug threw the bottle of water at his face while he spoke.

“Karma.” You shrugged, and tangerine got angry and threw him through the glass. The glass shattered and tangerine started to choke him. You Scrolled on your phone while waiting.

“I know who killed the kid.” He said, struggling.

“Yeah, where the fuck is he, then?”

“He’s on this train.”

“Well that narrows it down, then, don’t it?”

Ladybug pushed the red button you shook your head as they both fell out the train. You grabbed Ladybugs hand, helping him back up. Then you grabbed Tangerines.

They both attacked each other, and Tangerine threw him onto the ground. You handed tangerine chopsticks, and he tried to go for his eyes.

Suddenly, your phone rang. Tangerine looked at you, and you looked at him.

You answered it, and put it on speaker.

“The white death says to get off at next stop holding the briefcase or he will kill everyone on that train.” Tangerine immediately got off him, stumbling his way and making his way to you. Ladybug watched.

“Okay, me and tangerine can make it, but lemons, he’s a little tied up right now.”

“The three of you this time. With the case. Or everyone dies.” He hung up.

Tangerine sighed and sat down. You sat down next to him.

“Paranoid bitches.” You groaned.

“Don’t happen the case on ya by any chance?” Tangerine asked him.

“No”

“Yeah, don’t think we’d reach lemon in time anyways. You’d still got his phone. Do you have a gun on ya?”

He shook his head “Don’t like em’.”

“Me neither.” You shook your head and smiled.

He gave you a small smile back.

“Well, if you two are done smiling and pining over each other, I’m gonna go find Lemon.”

“Just curious.”

“Yeah?”

“Do they even know what lemon looks like?”

🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞

You laughed as you guys made your way back on the train.

“You’re stupid, it’s kinda cute.” You laughed breathlessly as he apologized and went on and on.

“Thank you, you’re not so bad yourself.” He said, and Tangerine was pissed off.

“Look, if you guys are gonna flirt, do it away from me.”

#tangerine and lemon #bullet train x reader #ladybug x reader #bullet train #brad pitt x reader #ladybug x you

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douma-daisy · 2 years

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How You Caught Their Attention {Gyutaro/Daki x Reader}

Gyutaro 🦠

Your kindness.

It had only been a few months since Douma had saved Gyutaro and his sister from a seemingly inevitable death. Gyutaro was eternally grateful. Thanks to his amplified strength, he was able to ravage the town he once called home, slaughtering everyone who had dared look down on him or harmed his beloved sister. However, said sister was having a much more difficult time adjusting to life as a demon.

“I hate this, brother!” she’d cry. “I want to go out in the sun! I want to play with the other girls!” It tore him apart that he couldn’t give Daki everything that she wanted.

Then you showed up.

“Hello there!” your chipper voice startled Gyutaro, and he instinctively pounced on you, but you threw him aside like you were simply swatting away a fly. “I’m sorry. Did I scare you? I’m not a human. Don’t worry.”

“Who are you?” Daki asked. You smiled.

“My name is (y/n)!” you told her cheerfully. “And what’s your name, sweetheart?”

“That’s none of your damn business!” Gyutaro cut in, jumping in between you and his sister.

“Hmph. No need to be so rude,” you scolded.

“Just leave us alone,” Gyutaro growled.

“I’d rather not,” you said, then pointed to Daki. “She looks upset, and I like to help my fellow demons when they’re upset, especially the young ones. They can get so afraid. It breaks my heart.”

Gyutaro sighed. “She doesn’t want to be a demon,” he admitted, his shoulders slumping. You smiled warmly.

“I understand. I felt the same way at first,” you told him. “Would you mind if I tried to help?”

“Fine, but if you hurt her at all, you’ll pay,” Gyutaro threatened as he stepped aside. You laughed.

“Oh I seriously doubt you could even lay a finger on me, weakling,” you told him, “but worry not because you won’t need to anyway.” You sat in front of the girl, smiling kindly.

“Hello there! Can you tell me your name?” you asked.

“It’s Daki…” she muttered, fidgeting awkwardly.

“Daki… what a lovely name!” you said, shining a bright, friendly smile at her. “That wonderful man who turned us must have great hopes for you to give you such a pretty name.”

“You think so?” she said. You nodded.

“Once you get used to being a demon, your powers will prosper for sure!” you told her. “The first thing I’d recommend is a little shapeshifting. That way you’ll look like a big girl and it’ll be easier to fight.”

“Fight?” Daki repeated fearfully.

“She won’t have to fight,” Gyutaro quickly cut in. “I’ll protect her no matter what.”

“How sweet!” you said, clasping your hands together beside your face. “Lucky you, Daki. You have such a nice and handsome brother to look after you.”

“Handsome?” Gyutaro repeated in a mutter. You had to be messing with them.

“Say, how about I give you two a little training?” you suggested.

“Why would you do that?” he asked. “Shouldn’t you be worried about yourself? It’s not easy getting food. Besides, it seems a bit taboo for demons to work together, at least based on what I’ve seen with my interactions with other demons.”

“Oh, who cares what those other grumps think? I think making demon friends is fun! Besides, that man gave me special permission to do things like this,” you explained.

It was then that Gyutaro finally noticed that one of your pupils was the number two. Maybe this wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

Daki 🎀

Your beauty.

Radiant. Elegant. Breathtaking. You shined brighter than any star in Daki’s eyes. When she first saw you, she knew she had to have you for herself. She couldn’t let the filthy hands of any man defile you. You had to be protected.

“I want (y/n) to be my personal servant,” she told the lady of the house one evening, just before she began her work.

“But they show so much promise. Why would I make them into a lowly servant when they could become such a valuable asset,” the woman replied.

“You don’t need another valuable asset. I make all the money you need,” Daki reminded her. The lady laughed.

“No offense, Sorahime but I think I’d rather invest in (y/n). After all, they’re a spry young adult and you’re… well, you’re not getting any younger,” she said. Daki tilted her head, her nose scrunching slightly as she furrowed her brows.

The next day, the lady of the house was found dead, and both the oiran and a new recruit had supposedly committed ashinuke…

#gyutaro x reader #daki x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #upper moons x reader #upper moons

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teecupangel · 9 months

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Desmond miles as hopes older brother! Des as hopes brother! I don't have much due to my painkillers giving me a crash and burn boost, but I can help offer what little info I do think of.

It's very clear hope has had a lady's upbringing and education, Desmond alreadly had "big brother" vibes after his time near ezio's sister and little brother so he gets soft with the pretty menace that is now his sister. He's sadly not fully aware of how bad things would get in their adult lives under Achilles, but with his time as connor he knows things went horrible enough for Achilles to take things more seriously. So he's ready, but not truly ready

Now growing up before and after the death of their bio family then adoption by the german couple who raised them, he helps set hope up to be a better person once tragedy struck once more. Not just in skill, but her morals, right from wrong and her blind loyalty with plea's and warnings falling to deaf ears.

To most he's mildly serious yet calm and laid back, easiest assassin on the homestead to get along with. Most recruits who get to train with him come out sore and tired, but full of pride with a goofy smile. (I love when desmond gets to act like a big brother, he can't help it- shays his brother, liams a brother, the other's are questionable at best)

(It alsi really got to me in shay's game that hope of all people didn't listen, she seems so smart and clever! Hell she IS smart and clever)

Wanna make it more tragic?

How about when they lost their parents they were separated due to their parents’ actions, who had been kind people but may have gotten in with the wrong crowd or might have accumulated too much debt from the wrong people.

Desmond, being the older of the two, promised to find Hope and told her to wait for him. Hope is left with nothing else to do but believe in her brother and she’s taken away to an orphanage while Desmond is left to ‘pay the debt’.

Hope is adopted and her adoptive parents love her but she still remembered the warmth of her brother’s hand on the top of her head, could still remember the kind smile he always had even when Hope annoyed him.

So she believed him.

She believed him and kept on waiting for him.

Then her adoptive father was killed and she and her adoptive mother were thrown out of their own home.

It’s during the time she tried to steal for medicine to save her ailing adoptive mother that he finally found her.

It’s a bittersweet reunion as she had waited for this moment for so long but she had imagined their reunion to be a sweet one. Where he would appear on their doorsteps and would embrace her tightly…

Where her adoptive parents would welcome him to their home, her adoptive mother cooking for him and her adoptive father teaching him their family business…

Not in this dank alleyway with his hand gripping her arm tightly, the surprise clear in his eyes.

Like he didn’t expect to see her here.

Like this had all been a coincidence.

She had half a mind to push him and run away.

To ask why he had taken so long to find her…

Yet…

“Patricia?”

Just one word.

A name she had not heard for a long time.

Spoken in a much deeper voice than she had grown up hearing.

Spoken with such…

Hope.

Her body moved before she could stop herself.

His hands held her like they’ve always had.

His embrace was just as warm as she remembered…

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With Desmond’s help, Hope’s adoptive mother didn’t die.

Desmond had been ‘paying’ their parents debt for years by singlehandedly destroying their group. It took some time as they were all scums who had enough money to pay for decent security and Desmond had no allies or informants of his own so he had to do all the information gathering on his own (aka: the Altaïr way)

During this time, Desmond had also amassed a… following as some of the people he took out had really had sidegigs.

So, yeah, while Hope had been growing up in a safe loving home, Desmond had been ‘unintentionally’ creating his own small gang.

Hope joins the gang, of course, and it’s actually less of a gang and more of a lite Brotherhood that focused more on information gathering and causing distractions for Desmond.

Desmond isn't Desmond's biological name but the name he went with while doing his 'sidegigs'. Only Hope and Desmond know each other's biological names and they only use it when they're alone.

Desmond actually didn’t want to train Hope to be an Assassin like him because he will always see her as his that little kid who would cry for her brother whenever she tripped. Then he realized how his feelings were the same as the ones Ezio had felt about Claudia and knew that he can’t stop her. All he can do is guide her and make sure she grew up to be strong enough.

Hope's first Assassination mission was to hunt down the men who used to be her adoptive father's business partners.

So when Achilles finally finds them, they’re pretty much Assassins by their own rights and he had heard rumors of them and the immense network they held in the colonies. That was what Achilles was after.

Desmond has no reason not to join Achilles. He only heard a bit from Ratonhnhaké:ton’s memories of what happened and Achilles had been cagey, after all, only saying that the Colonial Brotherhood fell into a Templar ‘trap’.

But… Desmond has no reason to see Achilles as a mentor as well so he acts more like an unofficial Assassin (which always left a bitter taste in his mouth), it’s a small price to pay to retain his freedom from the constraints of having to listen to Achilles’ orders.

Desmond usually just visits once in a while and every Assassin in the homestead are immediately swarming him, wanting to learn from him and ask for his advice. He’s friendly to everyone and acts like a big brother to them (especially as Achilles’ recruits are usually younger than Desmond).

Hope and Shay have a more rivalry-type relationship because Desmond told Hope that Shay had potential which Hope took as a declaration of war for her brother’s attention. Shay thinks Hope is just a very… ‘aggressive’ woman.

Liam thinks Shay is dumb for not realizing that Hope only acts like that to him. Everyone has heard of Hope, Desmond’s sister and first apprentice. Among their group, she’s one of the few to actually be on the same level as an Assassin and she’s as cunning and smart as one can get. She’s also usually nice and polite and her treatment of Shay makes Liam mistakes it as… Hope having feelings for Shay!

Desmond knows Hope is acting out because she has abandonment issues but, at the same time, her rivalry with Shay was helping the two of them grow so… he’s not going to do anything other than remind Hope that she’s his own and only sister and nothing will ever change that.

Desmond is close to Achilles’ apprentices and acts like a secondary mentor + older brother to them all. Since he’s older than them (physically and thanks to the Bleeding Effect + his reincarnation bs), he tends to treat them as young ‘kids’.

Up to you if Desmond’s presence have an effect and saves Achilles’ wife and son.

#so hope wasn’t her biological name #but we have no info of what her first name was #so I just went with the name of her voice actress #basically desmond hijacked canon!hope’s original task #and made his own information guild #he didn’t join with the colonial assassins for now #because of one reason: haytham kenway #ngl #hope will probably end up as ratonhnhaké:ton’s ‘sister’ at this point XD #assassin's creed #desmond miles #hope jensen #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed

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scotianostra · 10 months

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William Stevenson, the hoarding beggar died on July 17th 1817 in Kilmarnock.

William Stevenson was a Kilmarnock beggar who died with the equivalent of £80K in cash. He paid for a wake party with cakes and wine for Ayrshire’s poor and homeless that lasted for two weeks. He chose Riccarton Kirkyard because the earth was “nice an dry”.

Stevenson was trained as a mason, but spent the greater part of his life begging. Up until his last illness, the only thing we know about him was that he and his wife had separated. They must had hated each other a lot, because they had made an agreement that if one of them ever proposed they got back together, they would pay the other £100. As far as we know, they never saw each other again.

Stevenson fell ill at the age of eighty-five and was confined to bed. His chief concern was that what little money he had scraped together would not last. But it did. When he knew he was close to death, he began to make arrangements for a grand send off. He sent for a baker and ordered twelve dozen funeral cakes and a great quantity of biscuits. He ordered wine and spirits in correspondingly large amounts and said that more of both should be purchased if that proved to be insufficient. Next, he sent for a joiner and ordered himself an expensive coffin. Then the gravedigger, and asked for a roomy grave in a dry and comfortable corner.

He told an old lady who had been looking after him where she might find £9 hidden in his home to pay for all the expenses, and assured her that she had been remembered in his will. He died shortly afterwards and, when his room was searched they found a bag of silver pieces, more coins hidden in a heap of old rags and £300 hidden in a trunk. They also found bonds and securities. His fortune amounted to around £900. To the old lady, he left £20, which may not sound like much but, in today’s money, that’s close to £2,000.

William Stevenson lay in state for four days while his distant relatives were gathered to attend his funeral. But it was not a sombre affair. It was a party. Whole families were invited. He was visited by the young and the old, by beggars and poor tradesmen. The older attendees found they had each been left sixpence, the younger ones, threepence.

After the burial, everyone repaired to a barn, where most of them got so drunk that they had to be helped home. Some did not make it home at all, but fell asleep on a pile of corn sacks. The only account I could find of William’s funeral was by someone who clearly didn’t approve of it. It uses words like ‘wicked’, ‘careless’ and ‘waste’. It also goes on to say that those who missed the celebrations threatened to dig up his body so that they could give him another send off. They left him where he was, but apparently, the party continued for several weeks. That doesn’t sound like a waste to me. I think when a funeral is such fun that you want to do it all over again – that’s a pretty good funeral.

#Scotland #scottish #history #kilmarnock #beggar #miser #excentric

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just-weird-fanfics · 1 year

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Don't fear The Reaper

(ahhhhhhhh. ok so i am actually in love with ponyboy curtis from the outsiders. and when i tell you as soon as i laid eyes on c. thomas howell in omnivore a few years back i was drooling. anyways. My obsession with slashers has taken over me and i normally don't drool over unsubs but this man can do unspeakable things to me. but here's a little piece i cooked up lol)

Word Count: 5,180

summary: running into george a few years after you had first met him. he was going to kill you when he first met you but let you go. unbeknownst to you he had planned this meeting down to the moment he would be leaving.with a few added plans when you go to dinner with a few colleges and your boss decided to get a little too close. read the warnings!!!!

warnings: george foyet is his own warning, mentions of the reaper (obviously), DARK THEMES, mentions of murder, mentions of blood, mentions of stabbing, slight angst, obsessed stalker!george foyet, stalking, creep behavior, jealous!george foyet, cursing, innocent!reader, shy!reader, fem!reader, oblivious!reader, fluff, mentions of smut, very minimal sexual themes but still suggestive, age gap (reader is in early 20s and george in his late 30s early 40s), anxious!reader, use of y/n and y/l/n, some stupid computer stuff that i have no idea would even work but i figured it would be a cool idea, lowkey projecting on some of this cause I'm making reader a picky eater as well lol, mentions of cocaine, framing, fighting (not reader and not that descriptive), threats, also this isn't as graphic as i wanted it to be but its my first story back so uh

One thing to note is that the pov changes a lot and I tried my best to make it as smooth as possible but the texts may be a bit confusing

You normally tried to get your prescriptions delivered so you wouldn't have to talk to anyone but here you were. the pharmacy inside the store had a longer line than it had when you got there. you were glad that you got here earlier as you looked behind you and saw the line. as the man at the counter leaves the woman in front of you goes over to the counter. she was an older lady and you could just imagine how long it would take.

you look around you at the customers as you and slowly become more nosey as the years go by. your eyes landed on a couple a few feet away from you who are looking at pregnancy tests. you smiled to yourself and wondered if you should congratulate them or give them money for plan b based on the boyfriends worried face. behind them were a few dudes looking at condoms.you looked to your other side and saw a mom with a very fussy what looked to be 5 year old son who refused to get cough medicine.

“next!”

you look over and see the counter open and walk over, “y/n y/l/n.” the lady types on her computer before nodding, “birth control?” you nod awkwardly as you hope she isn't judging you. you swore she looked you up and down as she got up but it could've been the trick of the light. she walks back over with your prescription and hands it to you as you sign and pay for it. you turn around to leave but stop in your tracks.

you take a step forward to see if you could get a better view without looking too creepy for staring. there was a man who was looking at some bottles of pain meds and he looked familiar. it almost hits you like a train when you realise he has been one of your substitute teachers your last year of highschool. you contemplate saying something to him but as your hands shook slightly from the feeling of being stared at you decided to leave.

but the universe had a different idea.

“y/n?”

your head turns at the sound and you see him looking at you, a bit shocked. “mr foyet,” you say with a soft smile. he smiles at you, “its been a while hasn't it?” you walk over to him and nod. he had always been one of your favorite substitutes and though you didn't have his computer class you were sure it was a nice class to have. “how have you been?” he asks and you pause on the spot. people normally didn't ask you that.

“fine. i guess. i never got that job though,” you blurt out after a few seconds, “and you?”

“could be better,” he admits looking back at the pills and gestures to them, “wish i didn't need these.” you see him glance at the prescription in your hand then up at you. “you're only what? 19? you shouldn't be on anything yet.” you flush slightly, “im 20. but they're um. its birth control. i get bad cramps and nothing else helps.” he gives you a look that you knew all too well when he was trying to let you know not to be ashamed about something, “you're a young lady. i'm not going to judge our sexual life.”

you smile softly and blush at that as you look down. you decide to turn the conversation onto him, “why do you need anything? you're pretty young too.” ‘i'm not exactly in my prime anymore.,” he says picking up a bottle of generic painkillers. “if you have muscle cramps they don’t do shit,” you say and reach for a different bottle and hand it to him, “this works for anything. unless you have menstrual cramps.”

“i see you didn't lose the quick comments.” “they come naturally. plus it's true.” he smiles at you and sets the other bottle he had picked up back. part of you wondered if you should leave now but something was keeping you in place and you felt like you shouldn't leave yet. “this might be an odd request,” you hear him say then look over at him, “i have a few bags of groceries and i dont live that far but i can't carry them myself.”

“i can help. no worries.”

“you're an angel.”

you smile at his words and he doesn't fail to notice your change in behavior too as you flush and look away from him. you look near the cash register and see the bags, “those?” “yep. i'm gonna go pay for these. i’ll be right back.” you nod and watch him walk over to the counter. you look at the couple who had been looking at the pregnancy tests as they give you a weird look. part of you wanted to say a snarky remark but you decide to follow george.

you make you way to where he was in line at checkout and it wasn't as bad as the pharmacy line. and you make sure to tell him that when he complains about the line. he looks back at the pharmacy lie before nodding, “feel bad for that bastard in the back.” you laugh and try not to laugh harder when you see the girl get in line as her boyfriend gets in line for the checkout behind the mom and son who came after you.

you turn to george, “the dude that got in line and the chick who got in the other line were giving me weird looks. but she's buying a pregnancy test and looks younger than me.” george looks behind him and his gaze lingers on the guy before looking back at you, “i think he was checking you out.” you give george a look, “like anyone's checking me out. i'm in sweats and a hoodie.” George's lip twitches slightly into a smirk and you just catch it but the line moves up.

You go and grab the bags from where they were on the floor and wait patiently for him to checkout. Once he does he was quick to open the door for you making you smile and thank him. “Its just a block or two away.” you follow him down the side walk as he leads you. “I really appreciate it,” he says looking over at you. You smile, “i don't mind helping out. You were my favorite sub after all. And plus i can return the favor for all those times you did my work for math.”

He smiles and stops in front of a house and goe up some steps. You follow him and he unlocks the door. You step inside and look around. It was pretty small but cozy nonetheless. ‘You can put the stuff in the kitchen, please.” you nod, unsure if he could even see you, and find the kitchen and set the bags down on the counter. You look around and your eyes land on a few bags on the floor. You glance over at george as he walks nto the kitchen. “are you moving?” you ask and motion to the bags on the floor that you assumed were clothes.

“i uh. You and your friends never looked me up?”

You give hima confused look, “no? Why?” george nods and sits down at the table, “i'm assuming you're aware of the reaper.” you look at him, “yea. One of my friends was scared of him for years. But hes dead i think.” george takes off his glasses. “Mr foyet what's going on?” “please, call me george.” you nod and take a seat at the table with him, “what happened?”

“Well. a few years ago i was with my girlfriend at the time. We were driving and i saw someone flag us down so i stopped, he was lost apparently and was trying to find a certain place and showed me one of those little booklets,” you saw his face change slightly but you couldn't make out the emotion, “then he stabbed me. And he turned on my girlfriend. She was stabbed 67 times. And i was lucky to even make it out. But he called the cops and they found me in time.”

Your jaw had dropped and you weren't even sure what to say. You reach out for his hand that was on the table, “im sorry. I had no idea.” “its alright. I was hoping you didn't know. A few people did and tried to sympathise with me and basically babied me.” you feel his thumb rub curdlesnoot your hand but you don't think anything of it. “I don't really use my real name anymore. Its all fake oes. I have a bunch of different houses so that's why i have the bags. Just in case he comes back you know?” you nod slightly, “I'm really sorry for bringing it up-” “don't apologise. It's alright. I'd rather you hear it from methann somewhere else.” “yea. I guess that makes sense.”

“You look like her.”

Your eyes stay on the table as you process his words. You then look up at him. “Im sorry. You just have a lot of similarities to um. Sorry.” you give him an understanding look then glance at the clock. Your phone buzzes and you pull away from him to grab it. Your boss had spammed you bout the dinner tonight and you rolled your eyes. “I need to get going. Maybe if you have a number you would want to give out i can have it?” gorgeous eyes light up and he nods. You hand him your phone and he puts ina number. You smile when he hands it back.

“Whos the guy texting you?’ he asks. “My boss. Jack, he's up my ass about this dinner tonight.” “where do you work?” he asks you as he puts his glasses abc on. “Retail. Walmart. But this boss seems to like a lot of us so hes taking us out to dinner at this restaurant.” he nods and then gets up at the same time you do. “Thank you for helping me,” he says with a smile. You nod and hesitate to hug him but he hugs you. You smile and hug him abc. “I’ll text you or call you later. Have a good rest of your day george.”

He watches as you leave and locks the door behind you. He lets out a small breath as he turns around and makes his way over to the computer. His facade had dropped as soon as you left. He typed your number into the computer and waited for it to register. once it does hes able to see all of your messages from anyone. He looks through the more recent ones and skips over your boss. He already knew how he was with you and he didn't feel the need to anger himself yet.

As he looks through your messages with other colleges he laughs at your obliviousness. They were obviously trying to flirt but it seemed to go over your head, or you had ignored their advances and kept it professional. There were a few moments he caught when you had replied late and wondered if you had seen the messages and thought of a response. His gaze travels back up from the text from your boss. He watched as you typed and it go through. He clicked on it.

Jack (boss): Are you sure you're going to be able to make it tonight?

You: I can. Im sorry i was catching up with on old friend

George smiles at that and watches as a message starts to send through.

Jack (boss): alright. Well as soon as you are done with her then call me if you can alright? If not just text me.

You: I don't know if i can call you anytime soon. I'm walking home from his house and its not that far but id rather text. Why whats up?

Jack (boss): oh, i didn't know it was a male. Anyways. I was going to ask if you needed a ride. Id be willing to pick you up but it would be a bit early. I was hoping we could talk ;)

George almost wanted to track his ip at that. But he watched as you typed. It stopped for a few second then began again. Then stopped for a minute. He didn't dare look away from it but as he watched he heard a din from his own phone. He picked it up and smiled when he saw your number.

Y/n: hey its me y/n. I wanted to message you before i forgot. I'm walking back home now. My boss is being really pushy about this dinner, i'm sorry i had to leave so soon. I can still text you if you want that

You: Its totally alright. Bosses can be pushy sometimes. But yea you could text me. Hope your boss isn't being too weird.

y/n: im not even sure how to describe the way hes acting. He sent a winky face and i'm not sure if hes trying to flirt with me

You: i would say sounds like hes trying to. If you're interested go with it.

y/n: but i'm not. Hes kinda creeping me out and he offered to give me a ride. I don't trust him that much but i want to go to this dinner

“Ironic.”

You: text me the restaurant? I’ll text you randomly through the night and if i don't get an answer i’ll come there ok? Or you text me when you leave and when you're going back home and once you are.

y/n: you’d do that?

You: of course.

y/n: thank you. I’ll let you know whats going on

George turns back to the computer and sees that your boss had texted you asking for an answer. George finds his number easily and plugs it in. he waits just like h had done with yours until he gets all of his messages. He grimaces at the way he had texted one of, who george presumed, his friend. He had basically talked as if you were an object and how horny he was. He didn't think he would have to kill anyone tonight but george was willing to switch a few things around.

George glances over at the fridge and mentally thanks himself for putting the piece of paper away from your view. He reaches for it and scans it through. He not only had your address but your bosses as well. The place you worked and the restaurant you were supposed to be going to were also marked on the paper. He thanked himself for waiting those 5 minutes to hear the address cause he was clueless on where the restaurant was located.

He gets up and walks over to one of the drawers he had in the living room. He grabs the mask out of it and wipes some of the dry blood of of it that he missed. He had a feeling he couldn't stay out as long as he hoped considering the fbi may come knocking on his door. He could care less though as he takes an empty bag and shoves the mask in it as well as the gun he hid in the kitchen cabinet. He had a feeling he wouldn't need it but he grabs a pair of clean clothes just in case.

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You texted him a few minutes before you were leaving. You had decided to text him when you got to the restaurant, when you were there, leaving, and home. You figured it would be easier than possibly being rude for being on your phone during dinner. You had agreed to let jack drive you but you were a bit unsure of what to do during the extra time you two wuld appernaly have. A feeling of uncertainty was washing over you and you wanted to abc out but as you heard the horn outside you jumped up from the couch and looked outside.

You grabbed your purse and looked at yourself in the mirror. The dinner was suppose to be at a nice restaurant so you grabbed the nicest dress you could find which happened to be a black backless one with long sleeves. You put your purse over your shoulder and walk outside as you lock your door. Your phone buzzes and you hope that its george as you walk over to the car. You get in the passenger seat and give jack a weak smile as you close the door.

“You look nice,” jack says looking over at you but you see his eyes wandering. You nod and awkwardly put your purse over your thighs to keep your dress from riding up too much. You look at him as he wore a simple suit and you could tell he did t put much into his appearance cause his hair was messy as usual. You feel the car start to back up and you take your phone out. You smile when you see goerges name.

George: Did you get picked up yet?

You: yea. He just got me

George: ok. Text me once you get to the restaurant alright?

You: alright

You look over at jack as he drives. He was around your age and attractive but he was a douche. He always acted strange around you and you didn't like it. You tried to tell one of your colleges but he claimed that it was normal behavior. You believed him. Maybe you were just overthinking things.

“Can i ask you something?”

“What is it?”

“Are you dating anybody?”

You look at jack at the questions and shake your head, “no. why?” “wondering,” he says and you watch his hand reach out and be placed on your knee. You stare at it for a second and try to brush off the strange feeling you felt. outside looked more interesting the staring a the hand on your thigh so you watched as trees and buildings went by.

the hand on you knee moved upwards and you tensed up. you looked at it as the car stopped and you saw a parking lot. you were at the restaurant but away from where anyone would be able to see either of you. you give jack an awkward look and attempt to push his hand away. he gets the hint and moves it back to your knee.

“what's wrong?” he asks and you were clearly uncomfortable so you found the question strange. “please dot touch me,” you say and move his hand off of your knee. he pulls it back, “sorry.” you couldn't tell if he was being sincere or not but he looked away from you. you picked up your phone and texted george.

you: we got to the restaurant but we’re waiting outside. do you have a car? or know how much a bus is?

you wait for a response and move your legs away from jack as you look out the window. you hoped that he would leave you alone for the most part the rest of the night and you would find one of your friends marissa. your phone buzzes and you quickly pick it up.

george: what happened?

you: nothing really. i think he is trying to flirt with me and i'm not sure how he is when he gets drunk. and i'd rather be safe than sorry incase he does try to get behind the wheel

george: bus tickets aren't expensive. altho i could get there with you if you would want that. i don't have a car, I usually take the bus or walk

you: you would do all this for me but you haven't talked to me in years. and not at all outside of school until this morning

george looks up from where he is in the car he had stolen a few weeks ago. he had a clear view of you and jack as he held the phone in his hands. he was lucky to get a spot not near where you two had decided to park. the tint on the windows also helped him as he watched without worry of being caught.he looks back down at the phone at your messages

you: not to sound weird. but i always liked you. so if you need any help with anything i would be glad to help. and i mean anything

he watched your face as you blushed a bit. your date for the evening was glaring out the window and suddenly his eyes turn to his car. george narrows his eyes as he watches jack. jack eyes move down and george can only hope it was to the phone in your hands. when you move the phone and rest your head on your hand he knew it was. at the same time you did his phone buzzed.

y/n: i really appreciate that. i like you too and if you need anything id be glad to help as well :) you're the only person i really trust right now. hes really creeping me out

george had to laugh at that. he knew that jack was making you uncomfortable but it would make more sense if you were scared of him and not jack. you should be but you didn't know the truth.

you: if he's making you uncomfortable try to not be near him. i'm on my way ok?

you look at your phone at the message and pause. you hadn't told him where you were. you ignore it and maybe you had told him when you were at his house. you look over at jack and notice it was almost time to go inside. he noticed too and unbuckled his seatbelt. you follow after him and text george that you were heading inside.

the restaurant was nice as you walked in. you saw marissa. she looks over and smiles and you walk over to hug her. “ugh i thought you weren't going to show i was getting nervous!” she says. “nope. I'm here,” you say and glance at jack, “he gave me a ride.” marissa glances at him as he walks past her. “the weirdo gave you a ride?” she whispers. you give her a look. “y/n you realize he flirts with everyone and is always staring at our asses?” you shrug, “no, but he did touch my leg in the car. i think one of my friends might pick me up early.”

she nods and you both take a seat at the booth. you sit next to her on the inside in case god forbid jack tries to sit next to you. another one of your coworkers mike sits next to marissa. “Mike how do you feel about drinks tonight?” marissa asks him and you laugh. she looks over at you then pauses, “are you 21?” “no. so i won't be drinking tonight. or at all in my life,” you laugh. “boring,” she says.

you watch as jack slips in on the other side of the booth and another coworker trew slides in next to him. alice slides i next to him. “i think this is everyone,” jack says looking around the table. your phone buzzes and you look down at it. yu decided that it was too early to be considered rude if you answered as others stated conversation.

george: i'm going to be there soon. would you want to leave now or do you want me to wait outside for you?

you: wait outside for now. i really appreciate you doing this

george: no need to thank me. i'm doing a favor

you smile and marissa pulls you into her, “who ya texting?” you laugh as she takes your phone. “mar!” you laugh and try and take it back from her but she holds it out of reach. “you have a boyfriend?” she asks you making you shake your head. “oh so who is george?” “my friend. c’mon mar give it back.” you manage to take you phone from her as you both laugh.

“you really need to find someone. you've been single for how long?” alice asks. “shes never had a partner. you know this,” trew says making jack look over at him shocked. that was new. george had also managed to find a table near enough to you to hear but not be seen. he hadn't planned on being on a weirdo watch today but it was better that you had an idea he was there so in case he was caught he had an alibi.

mike, who he had quickly learned the name of, calls over a waitress and they start making orders. he was the least bit surprised to hear you get chicken tenders. he always knew what you got during lunch at school and would get you extras or just plain out bring you fast food sometimes when he knew you were having bad days. he was lucky that no one questioned this before he left the school himself.

“everytime you order the same thing,” alice says. “i do not. i get spaghetti sometimes,” you say. “yea, sometimes. which really mean rarely cause you ‘don't like the sauce’,” trew says doing a weird voice at the end making everyone laugh. “don't judge what i do and don't like ok? dot make me mention when you ate that burrito off the floor.” “i did not!” “did too,” you mutter as you take a drink of your water.

george grimaces for a second at the thought of a dirty floor burrito. he goes back to looking at you as you laugh and he could swear he hadn't met anyone prettier. he had a feeling no matter how hard he tried he couldn't get exactly what he wanted from you but he could still watch you like he had been for a couple months. this plan has gone better than expected os he couldn't doubt himself just yet.

he gets a good look at jack as he stares at you over his glass. something ticked him off by that look so george immediately picked up his phone.

you: y/n would you be willing to leave a bit early?

you pick up your phone immediately and answer him.

y/n: yea. can i get my food first? i’ll take it to go

george: of course

he watches you put your phone back down and look around for the waitress he presumed. then outside. maybe you were trying to find him? his place at the bar was a good view of the outside as well and when he caught you looking at a cat outside he smiled. of course. he had a feeling you liked cats. or maybe you didn't. he’d have to ask but he assumed you liked them.

you were barely paying attention but george was. he watched jack get up and slide past everyone in his row and head towards the bathroom. george happened to know there was an alleyway right outside the mens bathroom. he downed his drink and left money on the counter to pay for it as he followed jack to the bathroom.

you finally noticed jack was gone a few minutes after he left. around the same time the food came. “alice can you do me a favor?” you lean over to her. “Yeah what's up?” “can you ask for a to-go box for me? I can't stay.” she nods and gets up to find a waitress. mike gets up to sit next to trew. “you alright?” trew asks giving you a worried look. “yea im fine. i just need to head home early. i'm not riding with jack, wherever he went.”

“you're getting a ride from george?’ marissa says with a smirk as she takes a fry from you. “yes actually. we’re going on the bus i think. long story.” “is he at least not a creep?” she asks. you shake your head, “no. he's really nice actually. He used to be a substitute at my high school. i ran into him again this morning.” everyone gives youa look. “how old is he?” mike asks. you give him a confused look, “why does it matter? hes a friend.”

everyone sighs at you and you have a feeling they were judging you too. alice walks back with the box and hands it to you. “thanks.” you get up and grab your food and put a $20 on the table. “have a nice night guys. i’ll see you tomorrow.” you walk outside and pull out your phone, you call him instead of texting as you couldn't type with one hand.

the phone rings and george lets one of his hands go to grab his phone. he sees your name on the top of the screen and looks over to jack, “say a word i’ll stomp your brains out.” a whimper comes from the man he had holding up against the wall as he answers. “y/n. you alright?”

“yea george. im outside. where are you?” you shiver slightly at the cold and look around.

“i'm in the bathroom, i’ll be there in a second hold on. you're in the front right?”

“yea. i’ll stay here and wait for you. bye.”

“bye.”

at the same time the phone hangs up, jack is getting dropped to the floor with a loud thump and a groan. “look at her or touch her or any girl ever again and i’ll make sure each one of these fingers is cut off and your eyes are gouged out you understand?” jack nods and the last thing he saw was a knee coming at his face.

“george, it's freezing out how did you wait out here for so long?” you say as you turn and see him. he smiles and walks over to you, “well i'm wearing a jacket.” you frown and realize what exactly you had on, “true.” “you look fabulous though. here take this.” he hands you his jacket and you smile as you gladly take it. he takes the bag from you and you both walk over to the bus stop. he glances over at the car and jack in the front seat. maybe the cops would believe the white powder wasn't actually sugar in his nose.

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“did you hear what happened to jack?” mar says as you walk into work the next day. “no. is he alright?” you ask walking over to her. “well. hes arrested. apparently they found him at the restaurant with a stolen car and coke in his nose.” you look at her dumbfounded. “but he got beat up pretty bad. and he was talking about how he got threatened by some dude with a mask. cops think he's bonkers,” alice adds. “might've been the reaper,” trew says as he takes a donut from the box mike laid out. you cringe at that and immediately think of george, “hopefully not.”

#george foyet #criminal minds #criminal minds george foyet #criminal minds unsubs #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fandom #criminal minds story #dark themes #unsubs #my horrible writing

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rjalker · 5 months

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THE DOWRY by Guy de Maupassant

The marriage of Maitre Simon Lebrument with Mademoiselle Jeanne Cordier was a surprise to no one. Maitre Lebrument had bought out the practice of Maitre Papillon; naturally, he had to have money to pay for it; and Mademoiselle Jeanne Cordier had three hundred thousand francs clear in currency, and in bonds payable to bearer.

Maitre Lebrument was a handsome man. He was stylish, although in a provincial way; but, nevertheless, he was stylish—a rare thing at Boutigny-le-Rebours.

Mademoiselle Cordier was graceful and fresh-looking, although a trifle awkward; nevertheless, she was a handsome girl, and one to be desired.

The marriage ceremony turned all Boutigny topsy-turvy. Everybody admired the young couple, who quickly returned home to domestic felicity, having decided simply to take a short trip to Paris, after a few days of retirement.

This tete-a-tete was delightful, Maitre Lebrument having shown just the proper amount of delicacy. He had taken as his motto: “Everything comes to him who waits.” He knew how to be at the same time patient and energetic. His success was rapid and complete.

After four days, Madame Lebrument adored her husband. She could not get along without him. She would sit on his knees, and taking him by the ears she would say: “Open your mouth and shut your eyes.” He would open his mouth wide and partly close his eyes, and he would try to nip her fingers as she slipped some dainty (small dessert) between his teeth. Then she would give him a kiss, sweet and long, which would make chills run up and down his spine. And then, in his turn, he would not have enough caresses to please his wife from morning to night and from night to morning.

When the first week was over, he said to his young companion:

“If you wish, we will leave for Paris next Tuesday. We will be like two lovers, we will go to the restaurants, the theatres, the concert halls, everywhere, everywhere!”

She was ready to dance for joy.

“Oh! yes, yes. Let us go as soon as possible.”

He continued:

“And then, as we must forget nothing, ask your father to have your dowry ready; I shall pay Maitre Papillon on this trip.”

She answered:

“All right: I will tell him to-morrow morning.”

And he took her in his arms once more, to renew those sweet games of love which she had so enjoyed for the past week.

The following Tuesday, father-in-law and mother-in-law went to the station with their daughter and their son-in-law who were leaving for the capital.

The father-in-law said:

“I tell you it is very imprudent to carry so much money about in a pocketbook.” And the young lawyer smiled.

“Don't worry; I am accustomed to such things. You understand that, in my profession, I sometimes have as much as a million about me. In this manner, at least we avoid a great amount of red tape and delay. You needn't worry.”

The conductor was crying:

“All aboard for Paris!”

They scrambled into a car, where two old ladies were already seated.

Lebrument whispered into his wife's ear:

“What a bother! I won't be able to smoke.”

She answered in a low voice

“It annoys me too, but not an account of your cigar.”

The whistle blew and the train started. The trip lasted about an hour, during which time they did not say very much to each other, as the two old ladies did not go to sleep.

As soon as they were in front of the Saint-Lazare Station, Maitre Lebrument said to his wife:

“Dearie, let us first go over to the Boulevard and get something to eat; then we can quietly return and get our trunk and bring it to the hotel.”

She immediately assented.

“Oh! yes. Let's eat at the restaurant. Is it far?”

He answered:

“Yes, it's quite a distance, but we will take the omnibus.”

She was surprised:

“Why don't we take a cab?”

He began to scold her smilingly:

“Is that the way you save money? A cab for a five minutes' ride at six cents a minute! You would deprive yourself of nothing.”

“That's so,” she said, a little embarrassed.

A big omnibus was passing by, drawn by three big horses, which were trotting along. Lebrument called out:

“Conductor! Conductor!”

The heavy carriage stopped. And the young lawyer, pushing his wife, said to her quickly:

“Go inside; I'm going up on top, so that I may smoke at least one cigarette before lunch.”

She had no time to answer. The conductor, who had seized her by the arm to help her up the step, pushed her inside, and she fell into a seat, bewildered, looking through the back window at the feet of her husband as he climbed up to the top of the vehicle.

And she sat there motionless, between a fat man who smelled of cheap tobacco and an old woman who smelled of garlic.

All the other passengers were lined up in silence—a grocer's boy, a young girl, a soldier, a gentleman with gold-rimmed spectacles and a big silk hat, two ladies with a self-satisfied and crabbed look, which seemed to say: “We are riding in this thing, but we don't have to,” two sisters of charity and an undertaker. They looked like a collection of caricatures.

The jolting of the wagon made them wag their heads and the shaking of the wheels seemed to stupefy them—they all looked as though they were asleep.

The young woman remained motionless.

“Why didn't he come inside with me?” she was saying to herself. An unaccountable sadness seemed to be hanging over her. He really need not have acted so.

The sisters motioned to the conductor to stop, and they got off one after the other, leaving in their wake the pungent smell of camphor. The bus started tip and soon stopped again. And in got a cook, red-faced and out of breath. She sat down and placed her basket of provisions on her knees. A strong odor of dish-water filled the vehicle.

“It's further than I imagined,” thought Jeanne.

The undertaker went out, and was replaced by a coachman who seemed to bring the atmosphere of the stable with him. The young girl had as a successor a messenger, the odor of whose feet showed that he was continually walking.

The lawyer's wife began to feel ill at ease, nauseated, ready to cry without knowing why.

Other persons left and others entered. The stage went on through interminable streets, stopping at stations and starting again.

“How far it is!” thought Jeanne. “I hope he hasn't gone to sleep! He has been so tired the last few days.”

Little by little all the passengers left. She was left alone, all alone. The conductor cried:

“Vaugirard!”

Seeing that she did not move, he repeated:

“Vaugirard!”

She looked at him, understanding that he was speaking to her, as there was no one else there. For the third time the man said:

“Vaugirard!”

Then she asked:

“Where are we?”

He answered gruffly:

“We're at Vaugirard, of course! I have been yelling it for the last half hour!”

“Is it far from the Boulevard?” she said.

“Which boulevard?”

“The Boulevard des Italiens.”

“We passed that a long time ago!”

“Would you mind telling my husband?”

“Your husband! Where is he?”

“On the top of the bus.”

“On the top! There hasn't been anybody there for a long time.”

She started, terrified.

“What? That's impossible! He got on with me. Look well! He must be there.”

The conductor was becoming uncivil:

“Come on, little one, you've talked enough! You can find ten men for every one that you lose. Now run along. You'll find another one somewhere.”

Tears were coming to her eyes. She insisted:

“But, monsieur, you are mistaken; I assure you that you must be mistaken. He had a big portfolio under his arm.”

The man began to laugh:

“A big portfolio! Oh, yes! He got off at the Madeleine. He got rid of you, all right! Ha! ha! ha!”

The stage had stopped. She got out and, in spite of herself, she looked up instinctively to the roof of the bus. It was absolutely deserted.

Then she began to cry, and, without thinking that anybody was listening or watching her, she said out loud:

“What is going to become of me?”

An inspector approached:

“What's the matter?”

The conductor answered, in a bantering tone of voice:

“It's a lady who got left by her husband during the trip.”

The other continued:

“Oh! that's nothing. You go about your business.”

Then he turned on his heels and walked away.

She began to walk straight ahead, too bewildered, too crazed even to understand what had happened to her. Where was she to go? What could she do? What could have happened to him? How could he have made such a mistake? How could he have been so forgetful?

She had two francs in her pocket. To whom could she go? Suddenly she remembered her cousin Barral, one of the assistants in the offices of the Ministry of the Navy.

She had just enough to pay for a cab. She drove to his house. He met her just as he was leaving for his office. He was carrying a large portfolio under his arm, just like Lebrument.

She jumped out of the carriage.

“Henry!” she cried.

He stopped, astonished:

“Jeanne! Here—all alone! What are you doing? Where have you come from?”

Her eyes full of tears, she stammered:

“My husband has just got lost!”

“Lost! Where?”

“On an omnibus.”

“On an omnibus?”

Weeping, she told him her whole adventure.

He listened, thought, and then asked:

“Was his mind clear this morning?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Did he have much money with him?”

“Yes, he was carrying my dowry.”

“Your dowry! The whole of it?”

“The whole of it—in order to pay for the practice which he bought.”

“Well, my dear cousin, by this time your husband must be well on his way to Belgium.”

She could not understand. She kept repeating:

“My husband—you say—”

“I say that he has disappeared with your—your capital—that's all!”

She stood there, a prey to conflicting emotions, sobbing.

“Then he is—he is—he is a villain!”

And, faint from excitement, she leaned her head on her cousin's shoulder and wept.

As people were stopping to look at them, he pushed her gently into the vestibule of his house, and, supporting her with his arm around her waist, he led her up the stairs, and as his astonished servant opened the door, he ordered:

“Sophie, run to the restaurant and get a luncheon for two. I am not going to the office to-day.

#omg #long post #short stories #Rjalker reads The Complete Original Short Stories of Guy de Maupassant

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siryouarebeingmocked · 2 years

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So, reading a Lit RPG on Kindle, because it was free. And I've noticed some...details.

Protag is a young woman . Works at a hot dog stand. Her boss gave her a work shirt that's a size too small. Means she can't button it all the way. Which means more tips, he said.

And she thinks of her boss as a 'sexist'.

Not a disgusting pig who looks at her in a way that makes her personally feel unsafe Just an incompetent, sexist scumbag.

Look, I've gotten unsolicited attention from ladies at work before. And my reaction was 'Ah, jeez, not again." It was personal, not grand and abstract.

Oh, and her hot male coworker (who she has a crush on) flirts with the customers. And they both get more tips .Anyway, a dimensional rift opens up, and pulls both of them into the plot dimension. Along with a few thousand con-goers.

After they arrive, they're soon reduced to a few hundred. Not including Crush Coworker. He died in an accident, in front of our hero, seconds after arrival. Then she has to go on the tutorial level from Hell, which is extremely painful and dangerous.

Our girl compares it to Prince of Persia.

Shortly before she breaks her leg.

She heals it, but she has to set the bone. While awake. Not fun.

And after she finishes that stage, she sits in the "locker room", and notes that the course is biased against "differently-abled people, and th people with low athleticism”. She resolves to Have Words with the designers as soon as possible.

Now, call me crazy, but when you've been kidnapped to another dimension, forced onto a death course as training, seen death, up close and personal, broken your leg and blacked out because of it…

…why is missing handicap ramps what really your gears?

Did I mention that she knows this is a one-way trip and she can't go home again?

The weird part? Her other character traits are all justified, or understandable.

She cares for her semi-dysfunctional family. She's obviously cares about the hot coworker because he's hot and nice. She had to quit college for lack of money, hence the job. She's athletic because she's a former gymnast, which she quit because she didn't have time. Her attempted metagaming? Well, she's an aspiring electrical engineer, which implies some degree of nerdiness.

But being woke ? Out of nowhere, Not even like she has friends, or mentions social media, or is a minority, it just kind of...happens.

Maybe it gets explained later, or it's supposed to be a character flaw, but I have a sneaking suspicion this is what TVtropes calls Author Appeal.

I'm not sure the writer meant to make our girl seem out of touch with the situation.

When people are in personal peril, they mainly worry about themselves. Then people around them and immediate threats (which are sometimes the same thing), then friends and family, then big, abstract concepts, if they have enough free time and safety to process the other stuff.

The handicap thing comes out of basically nowhere. She thinks of "differently abled", instead of specifically thinking about someone in a wheelchair (for example), which is a much stronger image for the reader.

She could've actually met someone in a wheelchair before the portal opened, and seen them with the other people who got pulled in.

Just give them one distinctive character trait other than 'being in a wheelchair', and they'd seem a lot more like a real person, so the protag could somehow remember them and go "oh, crap, they probably died", then think about how they died, then how other physically impaired people would do. Or even just someone who happened to have an arm or a leg in a cast, which leads protag to think of people with more serious issues.

It would be funny if wheelchair person sees the protag's low-cut uniform, and asks if it's to get more tips. Protag says it was the boss's idea. Person says the wheelchair works/worked the same. Then s/he tips generously.

I'm not sure I'm going to finish the story, if she keeps being like this.

Good thing I didn't pay any money for it.

EDIT: There's also one other thing I've noticed, but I'm putting it past the cut, because it's a problem with a lot of writers, and you might not wanna take the red pill. Seriously, it's something you can't unsee once you know it exists.

She writes like a writer.

A lot of stories do this. They're told in first person, yet the character happens to use the vocabulary and phrasing of a trained writer, even though they're not supposed to be. It makes sense if the character is an intelligent, avid reader (EG Harry Dresden), but usually it just happens. For example, when was the last time you heard someone use the word "avid" in a spoken conversation? Or "reticence"? Or "admonishes"? Or "prodigious"? Or described "hope blossoming", or said you "looked expectantly" at something, or "let out a frustrated huff" or gave a room a "sweeping glance"? Not only does she write like a writer, she keeps including a bunch of redundant adverbs. Such as saying a huff was "frustrated". I try to write like the reader is watching a TV show or movie, and can tell how people feel from their actions and reactions, and I don't include adverbs unless they're strictly necessary, like "quickly". And I never, ever go "in [emotion]", like "I flopped onto my bed and screamed into my pillow in frustration." The whole point of the action is to show the reader how the person feels. Making it explicit undercuts that point. It's one thing to have the narrating character realize what it is, but I try to avoid that too. If you do nothing else, add a layer of abstraction and implication. Like; >I flopped onto my bed and screamed into my pillow. >I was not having a great day. Even this slight bit of understatement is more engaging than >I was having a bad day. Here's a blog post I found on the subject of adverbs; https://www.writingforward.com/writing-tips/avoid-adverbs /rant

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lamarckianenterprises · 1 year

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A Hand On Your Head (Repost from Deviantart)

It’s late in the evening, and inside a modestly priced room within the city of Freemount, two young ladies are committing the sin of witchcraft by candle light. One is standing over a small cauldron, a tall and heavily built brown haired woman dressed in her least favorite nightgown, a garish green affair tastefully hidden by a heavily stained apron. She had a ladle in one leather wrapped hand, and a pinch of fur at the other, which was hovering intently over the roiling brown liquid within the cauldron. She was singing something to herself at the moment, a soft and melodic tune that contained the recipe for her latest work, concealed somewhere within a web of slang and rhyming code. She sings the refrain, a line exhorting all who are listening to remain patient, a few more times, before she finally sprinkles the fur inside the cauldron, and vigorously mixes it in with her wooden ladle.

She steps back just as the mixture starts to shift in color once more. The witch instinctively wincing a little as she takes a deep breath, and accidentally breathes in some of the fumes. She coughs, and wipes some sweat off her brow, but otherwise pays it no mind. It wasn’t the first time she’s had to illicitly brew a potion inside her apartment after all, but this one was special.

She casts a glance backwards, at the woman seated on the edge of the bed. It was a moment of weakness, a display of poor concentration, one that her mentor would have chastised her for all those years ago. It made her smile a little though, to see that Sanne was still waiting for her to finish up, but then again, of course she was. This was her idea after all.

She could never quite figure out what made her roguish roommate tick, oh, she was pleasant to have around, could be trusted to keep a secret well, and she’s owed her life to her timely intervention one too many times but… cat ears. She was about to give her roommate cat ears, and for the life of her, she can’t quite remember why.

She stared deep into the concoction, as if attempting to find some inner truth hidden within the pitch black liquid. She wasn’t doing this for the pay, not when she refused to accept a single coin over what she would need to buy the ingredients, and she almost certainly wasn’t doing this for the experience. But if she wasn’t doing this for the money or the chance to test a new recipe, what was she doing this for. She blinked, just as a mental image of Sanne’s handsome face and short straight black hair came into mind; complete with a pair of short pointed ears sticking out of the top of her head. The sight was enough to cause something to click within the witch’s mind, and the words “Oh right, that,” to quietly leave her lips.

“Hum?” Sanne replied, as she glances up from the lengths of black string tied around her fingers, and shifts around on the bed to get a better view. “Did you say something Jess?” she asked, sounding a little more concerned than usual.

“I have been singing this whole time Sanne,” Jess replied, attempting to deflect the rogue’s concerns away. “Don’t worry about it alright? It’s just something I do to help me remember,” she lied, as her free hand reached out for a nearby glass bottle. The potion was practically done by this point, but if she wanted Sanne to drink the murky black liquid, it needed to look presentable. And well; she’s practically trained the rogue to trust random magical liquids contained within a potion bottle by this point.

“That didn’t sound like a song to me,” Sanne retorted, but decided not to press any further. The rogue instead turned her attention back to forming little stick figures in the string, and waiting for Jess to finish up.

The rogue’s little game served as an entertaining distraction as Jess slowly poured the roiling black liquid inside the bottle, and ladled it in bit by bit so as to not spill a single drop. She sets the ladle aside on a napkin, and reaches out beneath the cauldron, beginning to hum along to an entirely different tune as she snuffs out the fire with her gloved hand. She spends a few moments in reflection to thank her distant patron, before she takes note of the liquid still inside the cauldron, and absentmindedly brushes an ash covered hand against her apron. It was done.

She gingerly takes the bottle in her nervous hands, and very carefully turns in place, before she greets her idle companion with a wide smile born of pride, and mostly genuine confidence. She lifted the bottle up to give Sanne a better view, with one palm pressed firmly against the bottom, and the other pressed up against its opening to keep it somewhat sealed. “It’s done. Simply drink deep of this heady liquid, and you will have your ‘cat ears’.”

She takes step after step towards Sanne, smiling intently while she watches the rogue hurriedly untangle her fingers from the many knots in her cradle. A slight smile forms on Sanne’s usually impassive face, as her lithe body shifts around in place, messing up the bedsheet a little, and betraying her excitement. Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, the rogue finally looks up at the proffered bottle and… starts to frown at its contents, leaning away from it a bit, even as one of her hands reaches out towards it. “Are you sure that this will work Jess?” she asks. Her eyes widening a little as she firmly taps the glass, causing the roiling black liquid to slosh back and forth.

“It’s alchemy Sanne, of course not, but I’ll be here if anything happens,” Jess replied, her smile wavering for a moment as she gently presses the bottle against the rogue’s hand, and waits.

The rogue glances up at Jess’s face, studying it as intently as she did with the bottle’s contents. Her frown fades a little, but another glance at the bottle reinforces her suspicions, “I don’t know Jess, it looks kind of...vile.”

Jess sighs at Sanne’s response, and slowly pulls the bottle back, “Black is a perfectly normal color for a potion Sanne, and besides, you wanted the ears to match the color of your hair.” She coughs, “Look, you don’t have to drink this one if you don’t want to. I can try to whip up something that looks a little bit more appetizing, but it’s going to take me a while to get the ingredients.”

Sanne looks thoughtful for a moment, doubtlessly actually considering the witch’s offer, before she finally asks, “And how long would that take?”

“One or two,” Jess replies, leaving a long enough pause to cause a glimmer of hope to settle in Sanne’s eyes, “Weeks that is. That’s how long it’ll take me to find some moonwort around these parts, and I mean proper moonwort, not the dried stuff the old hag is peddling these days.” Sanne blinked, and with great reluctance, committed to what she is fairly sure would be a mistake, “What’s wrong with using dried moonwort?” In response, Jess’s left eye twitches, and the witch takes in one very deep breath, causing Sanne to quickly dart forward to snatch up the bottle from the witch’s hand. “Alright! Drinking it, now.”

The rogue slams the contents of the bottle down in front of Jess, seemingly without a care in the world for its bitter taste, or hot temperature. The only hint of discomfort, or even acknowledgement being a slightly gassy burp after she was done, and a blunt, “I… don’t feel any different?” She blinks, not quite recognizing the slight sensation of warmth radiating from her throat as anything out of the ordinary.

Jess pondered Sanne’s question for a moment. Truth be told, she didn’t have a lot of first hand experience with transformative potions. The witch had never actually tried drinking one of the things before, honest! And while she had sat down with people before as their potions ran their course, they were always much more minor affairs.

A bigger bust, a slightly wider hip, complete body hair removal, none of it could really hold a candle to replacing someone’s ears with a distinctly more feline model, and she still wasn’t sure what that would look like. Of course, logic, and some parts of the song supposes that the new ears would rightly seat themselves at the top of the head, but the recipe never actually said what would happen to the drinker’s more human ears, or what the change would actually feel like, or how long all of this would take. Really, if the witch she learned this recipe from didn’t have cat ears of her own, she would have never bothered to make it in the first place.

She eventually coughs, and noncommittally offers, “Just give it a bit of time,” while one of her hands reaches out to take the empty bottle from the rogue’s hand. “It could take hours before anything happens, days even.”

“Alright Jess, I trust you. I just hoped that it would have finished up before we went to sleep you know?” Sanne replied, while letting the bottle slip into the witch’s hand. She furrows her brow a little, as a slight itch makes its presence known on the side of her head.

“That would be pretty great, but it’s unlikely to happen. I’m good, but not that good. You can only do so much with what I’ve had to work with,” Jess opined, before she turned away to put the glass bottle safely in its place, and failed completely to notice her roommate’s hair starting to lengthen at the sides.

While Jess had her back turned, Sanne unconsciously moved a hand up to gently scratch the left side of her head, hoping to deal with the almost unbearable itch, and instead finding herself almost completely unable to pull her hand away. Not when every single stroking motion sent shivers running down her spine, and definitely not when that unbearable itch would return the moment she stopped. She shifts around in place, starting to quietly whine a little when the strange itch spreads to the right side of her head. The discomfort forced her to use both of her hands to stroke, brush and scratch the clumps of hair and repurposed skin that covered up the sensitive nerves of her new ears. The rogue’s predicament lasted unnoticed until her roommate finally stopped fiddling with her cauldron, and turned around to find a very alarming sight awaiting her.

“What? Sanne! Are you okay!?” Jess half spoke, half shouted. The sound of her voice causes the rogue to instinctively clasp her hands over the still itchy pair of fluffy cat ears slowly rising out of her head. Sanne’s still developing new ear canals working in tandem with her existing ear to warp Jess’s words into a disorienting mixture of overlapping sounds. Finding the rogue’s reaction to be nothing more than pained whimpering, and having the perspective needed to notice the actual cat ears noticeably beginning to poke out from underneath Sanne’s hands, Jess reacted as anyone of her profession would have. She came to a sudden stop before the rogue, performed a very quick once over to make sure that nothing was out of the ordinary, and muttered something along the lines of, “Wait. That actually worked?”

Blinking in place for a moment, a smile quickly replaces the puzzled and concerned expression she had before, and with absolutely no fanfare or warning, Jess pumps her first into the air, and almost shouts out, “I meant… I knew it would work!”. The loud sound again caused her roommate to shift uncomfortably in place, and whine at her general direction.

“Oh, sorry,” Jess said, in a much quieter volume, before she took a few hesitant steps forward, and continued with, “Can I take a look at that?”. Her smile wavered a little as she waited for Sanne’s response, the witch feeling a little conscious about seeming too excited when the rogue was definitely not enjoying her experience so far.

After a while, Jess saw something that could have been a gentle nod, and decided that she couldn’t let something as trite as ‘personal space’ get in the way any longer. The witch grasping Sanne’s hand in hers to very gently try to pry it off her left ear. Her movements unintentionally cause her warm and gloved fingers to brush against its soft, fur coated surface, triggering an odd response in the rogue’s mind, and making her grip noticeably loosen a little.

“Come on, let go already! They won’t grow out if you keep crushing them like this!” Jess lied, making up whatever reasonable sounding lies she could think of. The wiley witch decides to also supplement her vague, medical sounding threats with a focused assault on the rogue’s sensitive ears. Her fingers brushing and scratching against the edges of Sanne’s new ears, each slight movement causing the poor rogue to let out little whines, and loosen her grip more and more. Until her hand finally slips off, and reveals what she was looking for.

A single pointed cat ear, covered from top to bottom in a soft if thin layer of black fur, and seemingly long enough to barely cover with the palm of her hand. They were twitching now, and pressed up too tightly against Sanne’s head to reveal much of the light brown skin on the other side. The rogue was obviously still experiencing some distress yes, but this was a good sign. A real cat instinctively flattens their ears on the sides of their head when they are frightened, and despite having grown them less than a minute ago Sanne had somehow figured out how to do the same on her own…. Of course she could have also accidentally crushed her growing ears flat while she was in pain earlier, which would be bad.

Still though, even if they were potentially malformed, Jess had to admit that her roommate looked kind of cute now that she had them. Which felt strange, there were many words she could describe her roommate with, courageous, sure, trustworthy despite her supposed profession, and she had to admit that the woman could be quite charming when she tried. But cute? ‘Cute’ was not a word she would ever use to describe h-the tiny bundle of alcoholism and shivs she was now sitting beside. Of course, she never thought she would be doing this either, slowly petting her friend’s head to try and calm her down, and trying desperately to avoid touching her warm and sensitive ears again.

‘Was this why she wanted them in the first place?’ she wondered, finding herself unable to stop a smile from forming on her face once more. ‘To make me see this side of her? But why would sh-’ the sudden movement of Sanne’s ear, and the embarrassment that followed cut that stray thought down where it stood. Leaving a suddenly very stone faced Jess to deal (read: Panic Internally) over Sanne’s potential reactions.

The witch simply sits there, practically immobilized as Sanne starts to sit up, and almost forces her defenses to slip when her soft ears and hair brush up against her still lingering hand for the brief moment before she yanks it away. Jess turned her face away the moment the rogue’s fluffy ears came into view, as the sight caused her face to feel a little warm for some reason, and she really didn’t want to make this more awkward than it already is.

The two of them sat next to each other, sharing a moment of silence as they tried to get their bearings. Jess by making her brain to think of every single possible shape the rogue’s new ears could take to try and force herself into getting used to it. And Sanne by simply running her hands against the soft, fur covered length. The rogue still not quite buying that the sensations her new ears gave her were real, even as her own body found herself intensely aware of their presence.

It took Sanne another moment to finally break the silence by quietly asking, “Jess, can you… see this? Do I?” She slowly turns her head to face Jess with a hint of excitement in her eyes, and the very word written in bold by the upraised and fully erect pair of cat ears adorning her head.

In response, Jess very slowly and carefully turns her head around, just enough to get Sanne at the very edge of her eyesight. Her eyes unconsciously open just a little wider before she coughs, and very gently says, “Yes.” She hesitates for a moment, but finally decides to quietly add, “They look really good on you.”

“You really think so?” Sanne asked, noticeably starting to lean in close enough to force Jess to further avert her gaze. She opens her mouth to try and say something, but thinks better of it/ Deciding to slowly nod in response instead. An awkward expression forming on her face as she continues to vainly struggle to contain her excitement.

Sanne smiles a little to herself as she presses the side of her head against Jess’s arm, her ears slowly titling a little more openly towards the witch as she lets out a soft sigh. “I’m glad; that you like them thi-” she trails off after realizing just what she was about to say, and takes another deep breath.

The two of them linger like this for a while; seemingly both unsure of what to do or say next, and neither wanting to ruin what they had in the moment. But eventually; Jess realized that she couldn’t awkwardly sit in place while her roommate leaned against her forever, and she let out another cough, but followed it up with words this time. “Well, I should; really go and bottle up the rest of tonight’s batch before it goes bad, so if you don’t mind…”

With great reluctance, and fully realizing that she would probably never get a chance like this again, the witch slowly tries to stand up, and gently nudge Sanne away. Only to find herself stopping in place once more when the rogue instead wraps a hand around her arm, and quietly asks, “Couldn’t you… stay a little longer?”

Jess froze up for another moment, as her mind leapt to a possible conclusion, ,and just as quickly retreated from it. Her roommate couldn’t possibly be asking her to do that after all, it’s a bit too forward, and they’ve only known each other for...two to three years now. In the end she coughed, and tried to deflect her question with another, “Sanne. Why did you ask me to make you this potion?” Sanne shifted around in place for a bit, before she took another deep breath, and said, “You… think I look cuter with them; don’t you?” Her ears slowly started to point away from each other as she waited for a response. In response, Jess swallowed the lump in her throat, and risked casting another glance at the rogue’s face, only to immediately regret it afterwards. It wasn’t because her roommate’s face had changed, or because her soft and pointed cat ears were slowly swaying back and forth as if she was inviting her to reach out and grab them. No, all of that was cute, (“and attractive” said a voice at the very back of her mind) but it was that smile, that embarrassed, unsure smile that was so brazenly displayed on her face right now, and that slight blush she was trying very badly to hide. It all made her want to do something she would regret.

Slowly sitting back down on the bed, and fully turning her head to look...in the general direction of Sanne’s eyes. Jess took another deep breath to steel her nerves, and slid her glove off of her right hand, before she raised it, and slowly moved it towards the rogue’s extremely inviting head. She opened her mouth as well to try and say something, but not quite managing to work up the courage to ask despite the situation.

In the end, it was up to Sanne to make the first move. The newly minted cat girl leaning in just a little closer to Jess’s outstretched hand, before she slowly tilts her head up. Her own eyes almost meet the witch’s for a moment, and cause her blush to deepen just a little, before she quietly says, “You, may…”

Jess shifted in place for a bit, starting to openly blush and smile awkwardly at Sanne as her hand moved in to slowly brush against her head. Just her fingers at first, stroking against the soft hair around the rogue’s ears in circling motions, that slowly slide just a little closer, and press down just a little more firmly with each pass. Until her fingers were finally scratching the base of her gently twitching ears, each stroke causing a lilting whine to leave Sanne’s lips, as she leaned in a little closer to Jess’s hand and body.

She felt her awkward smile start to widen a little as the rogue slowly blinked her eyes closed. She wasn’t even trying to hide her excitement anymore now, there just wasn’t a point anymore. Not when the slight rumble coming from Sanne’s throat, the way her ears seemed to curl around her hand as she stroked along its length, and the warm smile lingering on Sanne’s face all told her one thing. That her roommate was content, warm, and happy to be here with her… just as she was.

Sanne let out a content sigh as she gently nuzzled against Jess’s hand, and lowered herself bit by bit to her true destination. The rogue’s subtle movements went completely unnoticed until it was far too late for the witch to pull away, and prevent the right side of her head from pressing up against Jess’s soft and warm lap. Sanne continued to make that odd rumbling sound as she brushed back and forth against Jess’s thigh, seemingly in tune with the movement of her hand. It took a while before Jess could muster up the strength to pull her hand away, especially since the rogue’s head and newly flexible cat ears seemed to have an uncanny ability to home in and tease her back from the brink with their comforting warmth. But holding her roommate this close, feeling her melt against her touch, and hearing her let out slight whines and purring noises was a little. It was making her wonder…

Jess waited for Sanne to slowly come down from her head pat induced high before she spoke, partly because she wanted to hear a clear answer from the rogue, but mostly because she couldn’t work up the courage to say anything while the other woman slowly nuzzled against her lap. She coughed at first, the witch clearing a particularly large lump from her throat as the rogue slowly blinked her eyes open, and turned to look into her own. She could see Sanne’s lips curling a little as she prepared to say something, but in her haste, the witch ejaculated, “Why did you ask me to make this for you?”

Another moment of silence followed as the rogue very suddenly closed her open mouth, and let her guard slip just enough for Jess to notice the slight blush coloring her cheeks. The rogue furrows her brow a little as she tries to think of something to say in response, and seeming visibly hesitant as she ventures on to say, “Don’t; you think they look cute?”

Jess took a deep breath as her eyes took in every inch of Sanne’s fluffy ears. The witch admiring her handiwork one last time before she chances it, and rather awkwardly states, “I think they look... Cute, yes. But I, you were always pretty-” The witch trails off a little, and slowly shifts her gaze towards the nearby floor, as she waits for the other shoe to drop. Thankfully, it never did. The Witch instinctively winced a little when she heard Sanne start to laugh of course, but it didn’t take long before she noticed something. It wasn’t the sort of surprised, or even mocking laughter she had come to expect, but one of relief. She wasn’t the only one taking a chance tonight it seemed, just the one that’s easiest to read. “I could have just asked you out, couldn’t I?” Sanne eventually said, as Jess finally works up the courage to glance in her general direction.

“Y-yeah, probably…”

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Bonjour et bienvenue. It is 25c and feels a lot cooler than it has of late , thank goodness. I haven’t been out watering my plants today, as rain is forecast for this evening and through the night. I am praying that it arrives but if there is no sign of it after 8pm I will be outside with my watering can.

I had messaged Anie to see if she would take me to Troyes for my eye test (she has done this for me over the last three years), as I had not had a reply I rang her, she didn’t think she had received the message but checked her diary and it’s ok for us to go together. I am rather an independent person and I hate asking people to do things like this for me BUT, I know that if I couldn’t get parked in front of the opticians I would be totally lost as to where to park. Anyway, it’s all sorted now so that is another job ticked off the list for this year.

Just had a ring on the doorbell and there was my neighbour bearing a plate of crepes! I had given her some of my homegrown tomatoes earlier in the week and she delivered these to say “thank you”. As they were still warm I have had a couple with my cup of coffee 😁. Now where was I? oh yes!

I keep checking my letterbox hoping for my water bill. Since the town changed companies back in January 2020, I had the first bill in a June last year, this covered the period Jan -June 2020 then in October last year I received another bill for the period June 2020 - June 2021, having just checked those now I wonder if the bill will be annual in October 🤔. Who knows? My neighbour was saying about paying monthly but I think I would prefer keeping my money earning 2% (or more) 😉.

I opened the box yesterday and was pleased to see the bill from the gardener for cutting down my hedges. At least that is something that can be paid off soon.

I am still waiting to hear from DWP about my upcoming pension payment. I had anticipated a letter saying you will receive £X per week with effect from my birth date, giving me an idea of when it will be paid, but yes you have guessed it, I have heard diddly squat from them since I applied earlier in the year! Did I really give all the information to a trained employee of DWP or was it just the cleaner I spoke to (no offence to cleaners).

“The Daddy” and “The Mummy” have been upgrading furnishings in their home. My gorgeous granddaughter has her school uniform ready for September, wow how amazing is that! My gorgeous grandson is managing to walk unaided for a time now, brilliant! Plus he was described as a “mountain goat” by his father, as he had climbed on top of an abacus so that he could see over the top of the play pen! He is just over a year old , intelligent children 😉.

It has been a really fantastic week for “The Paralegal” , we all just need to keep our feet on the ground, and I will reveal more in a few months time.

There have been a few lovely moments to my week this week. I was doing my weekly shop and was in the supermarket car park, in my own little world, when someone approached me. It was a lady from the old Wednesday knitting group, I don’t think I have seen her since it was cancelled due to Covid in 2020! It was lovely to see her and to hear her news, she really was amazed at my comprehension and she said she was so happy to have seen me. Then it was the knitting workshop and a mother and daughter from the other refugee house in town, were walking through town and I guessed they must be heading to my group. It is a very long walk and in 33c, the poor Mum was so warm she had windows open to try and cool down. When we were leaving, I offered them a lift as far as the town, I think they were pleased with the offer. I parked up by the river and walked to the bar. I normally have a white coffee but being so warm I decided to have a lager. I read the paper, got pestered by a guy, who previously I would have said was drunk, but who I think was maybe “not well “. He was mumbling to himself, then starting speaking in lots of different languages and when he said “How are you?” I realised he had been trying to raise a response from me, fortunately, he didn’t pursue it. After he left, I collected my glass and newspaper and took them back inside. Christophe, the owner, grabbed my glass and said would I like another lager, it was his birthday and he wanted to buy me a drink, did I refuse?……. Not at all and I toasted his birthday. how very kind! I know I am treated like one of the regulars in that bar and to be honest nothing has changed in the five years I have been here, but the welcome I receive is enough to keep me going back.

I heard from Pauline, she is finishing her job on 21st August and is coming back to town to live until she goes to Uni in Tours in September. We are hoping to catch up, which will be great.

I enjoy going to the market on a Saturday now, it’s great to have a wander around the town and as usual I went to the bar for my coffee. Patricia, the cleaner/waitress/barmaid, was there, I was so pleased as I hadn’t seen her for such a long time, she hadn’t forgotten my “usual” either.

I have spoken to and messaged a number of friends in the UK and I am hoping we will be able to meet up when I am over. I know that I wouldn’t be able to see them all individually so am hoping that work colleagues can all meet one lunchtime. I am also going to try and fit three people in individually through one day….. wish me luck on that one!

I have found this quote by John W Gardner which I think is quite appropriate…..

“If you have some respect for people as they are, you can be more effective in helping them to become better than they are.”

Oh and finally, I was walking back to my car yesterday and felt what I thought was a scratch on my inner arm just above the elbow. I felt it again, looked down and there was a wasp hanging by his stinger on my arm. I brushed him off but knew I had been stung. I set off to drive home with this pulsating sensation in my arm. By the time I walked in the door (less than five minutes) I had a red pinprick mark, an area that was swelling and no idea what to do! I went and put rubbing alcohol on it, then applied an out of date gel for insect bites. A quick google told me I needed to wash the area with soap and water and take an antihistamine. Well I washed it, and applied more out of date gel as I didn’t have any antihistamine in the house. I now have just a pale prick mark but the itchy feeling is driving me nuts. I think that is the first time I have ever been stung and to be honest I don’t want to be stung again!

See you next time!

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Omerta Chapter 5 Blue Darkness

We are inside a a train. The train is going somewhere.

Inside the compartment is Maki and Endo.

We see Endo looking at Maki as Maki looks outside the window.

Endo(v.o): I first heard about Maki a few years ago.

We see the courtesan house again.

We see water flowing in a river

We see the bright red sunset

Endo(v. O) : the highest rank courtesan of House Maya.

We see Maki dancing and customers watching.

Endo (v. O) : She was like the courteseans of the old. A beauty so talented that she did not have to show her skin.

Endo(v. O) : I later learned that this was what was expected of courtesans, but but somehow she had become the exception and not the rule.

We see Endo watching her dance in the flashback

Endo(v.o): I was starting out then, I heard from somebody that she had started working as a courtesans to pay for her little sisters medical expenses.

Endo(v.o) : when I heard that I suddenly remembered her. I had seen her before, infact for some period I saw her everyday. I went to work by bus during that time.

We see that flashback scene where both of them are in the bus, but this time it is from the perspective of Endo.

Maki is wearing a much simpler clothing

Endo(v. O) : I always saw a beautiful lady going to work everyday. I always thought she was enthusiastic. It was only when I heard that I realized it was her, Maki.

Endo(v. O) : she did not stop after her sister's hospital expenses were over. A customer challenged her idea that she could be successful without selling her body.

We see the bright blue of the water mix with the intense red of the setting sun to form the color purple and that purple transforms Into a radiant Maki in purple dress dancing.

We see the customers staring mesmerized.

Endo(v. O) : well the rest is history, she became the top Courtesan without the need for her body.

We see Endo and Maki walking through beautiful landscape.

They enter a quaint looking home

The house is well furnished like furnished as in fairy tales.

Infact the whole neighborhood looked like it was straight out of a fairytale.

Maki settles down on the sofa

Maki: oh this is good.

Endo: Remember that time you asked me what part of you I loved?

Endo :I was drawn to your sense of responsibility. The world changed when people took responsibility. Whenever I was in doubt I would remember your figure . Your stubborness, your grit. You are so beautiful

Endo closes in and grabs her face in his palms

Endo: During my bad days I was reminded of you and that gave me strength.

A single tear falls from Maki ‘ eyes

Maki kisses him.

Endo(v.o): what is my purpose here, yes I must reduce unnecessary suffering.

We see little Endo running through water at a beach

And a mother like figure watches him laughing.

We see Kai walking through his room

Kai: well Endo is dead. For all his talk about reducing suffering in this world, he is gone.

Micheal : what happens now?

Kai: same thing that has always happened, one person's don't change anything brother. We are back in business.

Kai: and as much as Endo was unique, there will be better versions of him.

Kai : life is afterall is just an endless cycle of disappointment.

We see Endo’s mother walking through the beach.

We see her getting on her knees and patting Endo’s head.

Seinna:listen to me Tatsuki, no matter how sad or how happy your reality is. But you should always have purpose. Without purpose your reality won't change.

Seinna : promise me that you will remember. Always try to reduce the suffering of this world. Always try to prevent cruelty. Heal people, promise you will remember that.

Endo : okay I promise.

We see him as a grown up by his Mom’s bed.

We see a gangster inside a shop extorting money.

Endo enters and slams his face on the table.

We see the shop owner thanking him.

We see Maki giving birth

We see his mother is outside.

Inside the hospital room we see Endo looking wonderstruck at his baby.

Through the window of room we see Sienna watching his son and his wife looking wonderstruck at their baby.

Sienna enters the room and pats Maki on her head.

And takes the baby in her arms.

Then there is darkness

From that darkness Roman emerges.

Roman pushes a button on the remote in his hand.

We see Kai sitting his room In a building.

Suddenly his phone rings, Kai picks up his phone

Roman: goodbye asshole

Kai: what the hell You can't disrespect your boss like that Roman

Kai: what do you want.

Suddenly the building that kai is sitting explodes and and starts crumbling.

Kai: wow an assassination.

Kai: I swear the young people today have no patience.

Roman : I am not aiming for your throne, with this I am starting the end of the Suzuki crime family.

Kai: oh

Roman: any last words?

Kai: curse you and your future generations

Roman: well I am marrying your daughter

We see Anna ‘s face.

Kai (v.o) : shit this is it for me, atleast Anna’s future is safe

Kai: well I take that back, listen, tell Anna that I did what I thought was right, but never let my grandson in the world of crime.

Roman is surprised

Roman: so your against crime?

Kai: if you think crime and violence will end by destroying the crime families, you are wrong.

Kai: Roman some part of my actions is wrong, but i can't put a finger on it. That's why I don't want my children there.

Kai: Try finding it out

Kai(v.o) : I think i understand now

The building collapses.

We see Roman walking hand in hand with Anna.

Roman: do you think what your father did was wrong.

Anna : well he always spoke about that reducing the suffering and other stuff.

Anna: but I don't think he actually belived in those things.

Roman: do you think the way adopted by The crime families are right?

Anna: No they are wrong, the initial idea is good.

Anna: everyone should work tirelessly to reduce the suffering of this world but the method they adapted is not my taste.

We see Kai and his associates engaging in violence.

Anna:I don't know, Roman ***you*** might frame it as Inefficient.

Anna: Yes the crime family idea is Inefficient. That is the right way to put it.

We see Seinna and a little girl playing in the beach.

We see Endo buying some ice cream.

And we see Maki taking photographs of Sienna and their child.

We flashback to Roman's phone call with Kai.

Roman looks a little troubled.

Jack is beside him.

Jack : sir shall we proceed.

Roman: yes

We see armoured police trucks surround many places.

And many people getting arrested by the police.

One of the detainees shout.

Detainee: do you know who we are?

The police officer kicks him.

Police officer : we know now who you truly are

Police officer : we got evidence right from your top brass that you assholes were engaged in human trafficking.

Detainee: but.

Police officer : we got videos , the primary thing that prevented the police from prosecuting you was the misplaced gratitude. Now we know your true colors , the age of crime families is over.

Detainee: but we never engaged in human trafficking.

Jack : that was very persusive evidence Roman, even though it is fake.

Jack : this was the only way of destroying the concept of crime families. To paint them as mindless criminals.

Roman : this was the only peaceful way, this charade is finally over.

Jack : what are you going to do now.

Roman: I am going to marry Anna and move far away

We see Anna and Roman in the present day continuing to walk hand in hand.

We see the old man of Highgate sitting

Old man: you want to fake your death.

Endo: I asked you if I can end Highgate.

Old man: and I told you can try to destroy it all you want, but Highgate is not limited to these buildings Machiners and human bodies.

Old Man: it is an idea a culture that has repeated through out human history. The Highgate is simply the human need to kill, to hunt.

Old Man : those ideas won't die out.

Old Man: but what are you planning to do, run away.

Endo looks at a distance

Endo: well In a sense you can say I am running away.

Old Man : let me remind you son, whatever you do the darkness of the world will still remain even after you and I die.

Endo : no I will make a difference.

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