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「And when your eyes met, you saw nothing but love.」
When Your Eyes Meet Mine
Pairing: Ushijima x Reader
Word count: 1319
Genre: Sweet, sweet fluff
Summary: All Wakatoshi wants is for you to have a wonderful birthday, even if that means having to step outside his comfort zone just a little bit
A/N: I woke up this morning and realized that I’ve never written for him before, so I just had to get something down and out came a very soft fluffly ushiwaka who deserves nothing but love ;-; I really enjoyed writing something a little longer than I have been with my drabbles!! If you guys want more of these types of fics, or something longer, let me know! (also I’m trying to make my blog look a little more aesthetic, I hope it looks okay lol)
You noticed it before you even opened the door. As you slid your key into the front door, a hint of a savory scent wafted through the cracks and to your nose. Eyes fluttering shut, you paused for a moment as your brain tried to pinpoint where it was coming from. You swung the door open and called out to your empty house with a dull enthusiasm.
“I’m home.”
You mindlessly hung your coat up in the closet in the foyer, mind drifting as you wondered when your husband would be coming home. He was usually home an hour after you on the dot, not usually one to run late. But you noticed that his work shoes were already here, placed delicately along the wall, so perhaps he’d gotten home early but gone for a run. That was when you heard a subtle clank coming from the kitchen, and that aroma you’d notice outside became stronger as you walked further into your home, along with a delicate melody that you didn’t seem to recognize floating through the air.
“Toshi?” you questioned, making your way through the hall to the kitchen before stopping in your tracks. Wakatoshi stood tall next to the stove, hips swaying all too subtly to the sound of the radio he set up on the corner of the counter. He donned the apron that you usually wore when baking, the tie just barely making it around his hips.
“What is all this?” you asked, almost at a whisper, with a grin crawling onto your face.
Wakatoshi turned around, your voice finally pulling him out of his concentration. When he turned around, you tried and failed to stifle your laughter upon the sight of his torso absolutely covered in flour - rendering the much too small apron essentially useless - and his hands slick with cooking oil and some kind of sauce.
“It’s your birthday,” he stated matter-of-factly, as he grabbed a hand towel to wipe off his hands. Before anything else, he placed the towel back on the counter, took a few steps toward you, and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, gently resting his hands on either cheek. He greets you this way every time he comes home from work, but somehow it feels different, more special, when you’re the one coming home. Before letting go, you noticed him gently close his eyes and take a soft breath before opening them and resting his forehead against yours. His eyes locked with yours and you felt your cheeks begin to burn just a bit as he softly whispered.
“Happy birthday, my love.”
Before you could speak he kissed you once more, this time on your cheek, just below the corner of your eye, and he pulled away and went back to what he was working on. Your body felt cold as he stepped away but a tinge of heat remained on your cheeks. You knew that your husband loved you but he didn’t often show it in the most forthright manner. He showed it through the way that he would tuck the colorful comforter on your shared bed over your shoulders when he woke up early for a morning run. Through the way that he would help you zip up your dress before you went out to dinner without you needing to ask him. Through the way that he cuts your bagel in half for you when he’s making his own breakfast. It’s all the little things that truly do add up, and never once have you felt that he didn’t love you as much as you love him.
But sometimes, like tonight, you would be caught off guard by his more direct affection. You knew that it was hard for him, but you truly did appreciate his effort, especially when it wasn’t something that you requested of him. However, you’d gotten so swept up in the moment that you forgot to address the elephant in the room.
“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at work?” You slowly made your way over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your cheek against his shoulder blade, seeking out the warmth that he deprived you of.
“I stayed home today. If my boss asks, I have the flu,” he responded, and the small smirk that grew on his face was audible in his tone. You laughed against the back of his shirt and tightened your embrace before planting a kiss at the base of his neck. Wakatoshi stood noticeably taller as you smiled against his skin and thanked him. You finally took a moment to peer around your tall partner’s torso to glance at what he had been cooking. There were miscellaneous chopped vegetables and herbs strewn about a few different cutting boards, three bowls with different colored sauces in them, and a pan on the stove with salmon fillets sizzling as they slowly cooked. You glanced past the stove and noticed that the warm red glow of the oven light was on, which piqued your interest. He must have noticed where your gaze landed because he tossed you a quick “it’s a secret” before turning to you.
“Why don’t you take a seat while I finish up,” he continued, placing a hand on the small of your back and leading you over to the kitchen table which was adorned with what you deemed to be your “nice tablecloth” and the silverware that you only broke out when your parents came to visit. He pulled his hand away only to pull out a chair for you until you took a seat. Gently, he tucked your hair behind your ear before returning to the counter to finish up and plate your dinner. You waited patiently for a few minutes, out of the corner of your eye swearing you caught a slightly slouched Wakatoshi with his hands on the edge of the counter, taking slow breaths with a rosy blush crawling up the tips of his ears.
Just before your stomach began to growl, your partner walked over and placed a plate in front of you, the sight enough to make you drool. He placed his own plate down as well and took a seat, but instead of taking his usual seat across from you, he sat in the normally empty seat to your left. As you both began to eat, without looking over at you he grabbed your hand under the table and wove his fingers between yours, gently caressing the back of your hand with his thumb. You smiled and squeezed his hand gently, appreciative of the affection but you questioned him nonetheless.
“What’s gotten into you today? I know it’s my birthday but you don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with just to make me happy,” you told him softly, turning to him with a gentle smile.
He let out a low sigh, as if he’d been trying to be sneaky with the way he had been acting. “I may not be comfortable with it yet, but you make me want to be comfortable with it. I see the way you look when we watch those cheesy rom coms and I want to be able to make you as happy as those movies do,” he responded quickly, not able to look you in the eye. However, your heart swelled at his confession and you pulled his hand up to you, kissing the back of his hand. Suddenly, you heard a loud ding from behind you.
“What was that?” you asked, your eyes lighting up when you remembered the oven light from earlier.
“Cake,” he responded with a small grin. He rose quickly from the table to pull the dessert from the oven and when he returned, you found yourself not looking at the cake, but looking up at Wakatoshi’s smiling face. And when your eyes met, you saw nothing but love.
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He's carefully wiping blood from Red's long, tangled hair, as best he can -- she would probably need to wash it later, alongside her clothes: if he has any judgments of her attitude or habits, his completely blank expression certainly doesn't show it. "You're always so happy. Even when you're angry, you're happy. It's like there's nothing in you but sunshine."
The burning kind of sunshine, he means; the kind that scorched, burns, ruins crops, harms skin, is so intense it could kill. He doesn't exactly know how she manages it, or what goes through her head: is this just some normal form of emoting, or is she as outside the norm as him? Lodi wouldn't be able to tell regardless. (After all, there's nothing that reflects back at him when he looks in the mirror, and nothing inside when he tries to come up with something beyond the eye-bugging too-wide smile.) "I don't get it. I don't dislike it, though. You shouldn't change."
The last sentence sounds almost like it's only half a phrase - like it should be followed by "I almost wish I could".
"Hm?" and she tilts her head, confusion stuck between the notion of not understanding what he was talking about and why he didn't get it. All she did was play with her friends! And playing with friends made her happy! Talking, laughing, singing, cutting—until her friend wasn't moving anymore. Red across the ground, red across the trees, red across her. That always made her a bit sad, but with each parting a meeting awaits, and closer and closer she comes to her wish. When she resurrects her author she could ask for a perfect playmate. One who didn't break, one who didn't lose their guts, someone stronger than the wolf, stronger than the hunter, stronger than grandmother—the perfect friend who would play with her lots, and lots, and lots, and lots! Hehe, haha, ahahahaha!
And then, then—! she'd never be alone again.
"I don't get it", Red Riding Hood continues and playfully kicks her feet in the air where she sits. She didn't get him either. Someone who sometimes is selfless, someone who sometimes didn't show anything. Not a teeny-weeny bit of selfishness! How strange. How weird. But wasn't everyone she knew just that? To be normal, to be like everyone else, to fit in, what was that? Somehow, she had the feeling she never had.
Oh well!
And like that she jumps down from her seating, not caring whether his hands were still in her hair or not. "I'm hungry! Let's catch fish!" the girl with a red hood wouldn't change, but change was never what she wished for.
#undescension#ic. rrh#hiiiiii heeeyyyyy hiiiii ^_^#(rrh who literally only knows selfish ppl seeing idol!lodi) who r u#. writing that out next to e/o isnt it fkd up lodi is just idol backwards#when ure both weird but in the opposite ways#she does noooooot understand him at all#but shes also not rly gonna try to either#what do u mean u dont laugh when u fight.....no not with the idol persona thats the wrong way#the expressions of someone will die (of fun!) but rrh does not mean normal ppl fun and lodi is way more expressionless#augh the burning kind of sunshine is so good eats this
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2023 Fic Writer Year In Review (Part 1)
These came from this ask post here, but I felt like answering them in chunks on my own, similar to what I did in 2022. I was a lot happier this year. :D
Answers 1-10 under the cut!
What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year? How did it turn out and would you do it again?
Messing with formatting and POV in "An Act of Husbandry" (Virche Evermore, Scien/Ceres)! I think it turned out great, thanks to the Despair Ending that inspired it having a lot to work with. I definitely want to try it again!
2. How many fics did you work on this year? (They don’t have to be finished or published!)
...I have no idea, actually. ^^; A lot? Let's go with that, yeah.
3. What’s something you learned about yourself as a writer?
Being honest with what I want to write makes the act of writing go so much easier. Also a lot of things I thought I'd never consider writing I absolutely would if given the right characters.
4. What piece of media inspired you the most?
A lot of media, not even ones that I wrote fic for! Cupid Parasite wound up being a huge inspiration just for how it handled the different "love types" in each route so effectively. Baldur's Gate 3 has helped me put into context how I want to write Legato in Ligature. Virche Evermore has made me adore visual novels as a medium more than ever. Anne Rice's books once again reminded me of why I write in the first place...I could go on. XD
5. What fandom(s) did you write for this year?
Alphabetically: Berserk, Death Note, Granblue Fantasy, Trigun ('98 and Stampede), Touken Ranbu, What in Hell is Bad?, and Virche Evermore.
6. What ship(s) captured your heart?
This was the year of Legato x A Good Chunk of Trigun's Cast, with special mention going to Legato x Vash, Legato x Meryl and Legato x Knives x Vash. Allan x Lynette from Cupid Parasite also occupied my thoughts a lot, but I didn't feel the need to write fic for them. ^^; Also, coming in at the end of the year: is that Scien x Ceres from Virtue Evermore with a steel chair?! Yes it is, and I've never been happier to be bludgeoned.
7. What character(s) captured your heart?
Legato waited 10+ years before setting up shop in my heart and I still don't know what happened. Later, Scien kicked down the door and Ceres apologized before also stepping in too.
...Also, I feel it's worth mentioning, but good lord was this ever Belial's year as well, even more so than the last five. Confound this man and his ability to make anything sexy as long as he's involved!!
8. Did you write for a new fandom or ship this year?
With the exception of Berserk, GBF and Touken Ranbu, they were all new this year! (And even GBF had new faces, like Lodi.) In general I let myself run wild.
9. What fic meant the most to you to write?
...Hmm. It says something that there are so many contenders this year, doesn't it? Every time I think I have an answer, two more options appear. In general, there were points where I really felt characters' emotions as I wrote, and I hope readers felt the same.
10. What fic made you feel the happiest to work on?
Again, a really hard question! XD But I do have an easy answer for that: Baby Princess Training Diary (GBF, Belial x Lyria and Belial x Lyria x Djeeta, rated E). It's a combo of being happy that I finally knew what I wanted out of it, and also just...I love Lyria so much and wanted her to have the best possible time, "even" in a kinky, dubcon story like this one. For whatever reason, she brings out Belial's most Dangerously-Caring Boyfriend Energy, and there are moments in this where I had to look away because they were so cute together! And adding Djeeta into the mix made it all the sweeter. It just wouldn't stop, even when it was time to edit. The fic itself isn't going to be to everyone's tastes, and I knew that, but still. It was just so fun...
#writing#my 2023 fanfic year in review#trigun#granblue fantasy#trigun stampede#virche evermore#legato x vash#belial x lyria#belial x djeeta x lyria
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THE GARDEN OF POETRY,EPISODE 12
Firstly Thankyou! you for your immense love and support towards the last blog it's always so fun! to read your comments and suggestions about the blog. So this adventure of mine took me to the most Poetic Place in Delhi which remains hidden from most admirers. So let's explore this place together! I started my journey toward the posh area of Vasant Kunj with these lines of poetry by Ahmad Faraz it goes Search for pearls of loyalty amongst those who are uprooted Maybe you will find these treasures in the ruins of the taverns". with these lines, I started my journey toward the infamous Poetry Garden. As was moving along the street of the prosperous Vasant Vihar I saw this astonishing Graffiti.
I stood there and gazed at the portrait for a minute thinking about the mysterious vibe of the painting. I somehow stopped myself from staring at the portrait and moved forward. With a left turn from Malai Mandir, I arrived at Priya Garden. As I entered the garden a felt a strange smell. A smell of love, beauty, and the past we all have forgotten. As I glanced around the place I saw these beautiful writings by the famous poet on a rock.
These verses were on stone surrounding a luscious tree whose trunk is so entangled in vines that it looks like a sage's knotted hair. I was lost in a world of happiness after reading these lines. They appeared as if these were some clues to an unknown enigma. As I blinked I saw a signboard providing directions to the other parts of the Park. I followed the path toward the historical garden.
The vibes of the place were so pleasant and awesome that it was hard for me to believe that I was really in Delhi. The green silage and the small wooden yoga areas gave the place a new and different outlook. As I moved forward I cannot comprehend what I was looking at....
The place looked so royal and out of the world. The gumbad was shining white with designs made of blue marble and the rest of the structure was made with identical red stone which was used in Lodi structures back in the time. The entrance had a big lock at the main door when I insisted the security guard unlock the place he only allowed me to enter on the condition that I would not click any pictures. The monument was tremendous from the inside it also had a small mosque attached to it.
(View of the Park from the monument)
As I was leaving the place I saw a place out of the normal. It looked a bit different from the surrounding area. When I went a bit forward I sensed a strange beauty coming from the place.
As I was trying to know about the area I saw a sign which said POETRY GARDEN. I got excited after reading that I was standing in the main Poetry Garden! I continued reading the board it further said that the four stones in the garden contain verses from two of the most renowned Tughlaq era Persian poets namely Amir Khusrau and Hafez, to create harmony and a symphony of songs. Lyrics that are dedicated to the glory of bountiful nature, and sing the praise of spectacular tres. As I read these lines I jumped from my cycle to read the poems.
For the admirers, the poems were written in 3 languages Hindi, English, and Urdu. And trust me each of the poems where so beautiful and unique that it made me wonder how the garden might have looked back then when these poems dedicated to the garden might have been written. The Poetry Garden was situated at the axis, which Inconspicuously connects the Baradari and the mosque. Just like Naubagh which was originally laid by the Mughals.
As I was admiring the place saw this open theatre in the middle of the grassland which resembled the amphitheater found in the gardens of the modern Western world.
The amphitheater perfect was a perfect place to sit and hear yourself contemplating in unison with time. It was named "Gulzar" to keep the cultural ethos of Bagh-e-Bahaar intact, which is filled with references to springtime, trees, flowers, and mellow fruitfulness. In Persian, flowers are called 'Gul', and hence a flower garden is termed as 'Gulshan' or 'Gulistan' 'Gulzar' in that sense, would stand for a place, which is rich with joyful excess.
I also noticed that many trees in the park were of the Amaltas. They lay a carpet of yellow flowers on the ground, when in full bloom, and create the magnificent ethos of springtime. I somehow managed to come back from this magical place and returned home here is a video about the place.
According to my research Bagh-e-Bahaar Situated in Vasant Vihar, in an area spreading over 18 hectares, this garden was laid out by Firuz Shah Tughlaq (1309-1388), in a 12-hectare area of the same lie remains of the garden originally laid. Most constructive of all Sultans. Firuz Shah is known for establishing cities and citadels like Firozabad, Kotla, and Hisar Firoza, as well as digging grand canals like Ulugh Khani and Razali. His biographer Afif notes in Tarikh-i-Firuzshahi that, Sultan had laid out or resurrected some 1500 gardens in Delhi and its close vicinity. Firuz had a liking for fruit gardens or orchards, and his gardens would also cultivate grapes among other fruits. This is the last surviving garden of those 1500 baghs that the Sultan had laid. Persian literature celebrates gardens earthly as representation of Paradise. The very first Mughal Garden of India, laid by Babur in Agra, is called Hasht-Bahisht and the word Bahisht itself stands for the Paradise.This was much before the Taj Mahal or the Humayun's Tomb which now stand splendid as examples of Tomb Gardens. The design schemecreates a Charbagh for the Tomb and the Baradari. A small water feature, reminiscent of water channels, is neatly tucked in the geometry. The axes of the Charbagh are complemented entirely by the entrances towards the Poorvi Marg and Basant Lok Complex. So with that, I end this blog of my marvelous adventure to the infamous Poetry Garden.
Until next time with love
Aryan Sachdeva
#photography#explore more#poesía#poetry#aestheitcs#delhi#artists on tumblr#likeforfollow#long reads#blog#writerscommunity#the ancient one#love poetry#original poem#photografy#museums#conservation#100#original work#my work#antiques#archaeology#tumblr memes#instagram#india#garden#love#lost#writerslife#my blogs
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What kind of snacks do you think Poland or Liet like for summer?
Feliks likes a lot of stuff but in particular
Ciepłe Lody
Both would enjoy because it's a classic Chłodnik litewski (Translates to Lithuanian cold soup) or in Lithuanian Šaltibarščiai it usually consists of yogurt or kefir beets and some other stuff then you there's slight differences With Chłodnik compared to Šaltibarščiai but they basically are kinda the same... ( Don't get mad at me for saying that)
But it's pink!
And of course strawberries and other fruits in season
Kompot is one of my favorites and i think they of course would like it too as it's fun to use what's in season
Then of course there's mizeria which you can use all those cucumbers from the garden
It's interesting in writing all this that Michigan and Poland have such similar growing seasons and similar produce used in the summer sorry for that spiel i work in produce lmao
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Top 5 Italian books recommendations for someone that’s learning Italian (beginner).
Thank you!
Ciao! Sadly being a native speaker I cannot make a proper top 5 for this. But I can suggest you books for kids cause they usually are the easiest.
For example: C'era due volte il Barone Lamberto and I viaggi di Giovannino Perdigiorno (and basically all the books and stories by Gianni Rodari), Le avventure di Pinocchio by Carlo Collodi, Cipì by Mario Lodi (I remember our teacher reading it for us in elementary school)... if you like comics, you can read Le più belle storie di Paperinik (Disney) or the Geronimo Stilton serie (the stories of this mouse in love with reading, by Elisabetta Dami. Not sure it's exactly comics tbh but I guess so).
Aside from these, I read someone suggested the books by Stefano Benni but I'm not sure if all of his books could work for beginners (I'm not a fan of his writing, but you may like him).
Pollicino by Charles Perrault and Pippi Calzelunghe by Astrid Lindgren may work better, if you like those stories (you may have read them in your native language). Reading books you know in your native language could in fact help you in this stage: knowing the story may make it easier to get the meaning of sentences (despite ofc translations may not always be literal).
In the resources masterpost you can find links to books, short stories, audiobooks, eng/ita books and some other things that may come in handy for you. Hope this helps despite it not being a real list!
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Hi, I love your work, can you maybe write a fluffy story about Nate or Nick having a crush on the reader. Maybe as teenagers in school and stuff
Thank you😊
New Girl
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thank you so much that means soo much
'nick did drop out but"
just a bunch of cute stuff
| Nick's POV |
"Nick can you take you're sister to the coffee shop?" my mom said "right now?" "yes please take the car" "k" I sighed getting up from the couch "come on Nina" I said nodded to the door.
When we walked into the coffee shop and stood in line "have you seen her before" I asked Nina "no" she shook her head "Buy you're brother a drink" I said she sighed "no" "i'll make you walk home" she rolled her eyes "and ask her if she's new" "you ask" "Nina please".
"anything else?" the girl smiled and moved a piece of her Y/c/h "no" Nina smiled "10.22" she took the cash she handed her "and my brother was wondering if you're new in town!" I looked at Nina putting my hands in my pockets "um-yeah i'm new!" she smiled "do you go to Lodi?" I looked to her "I actually start tomorrow" "oh nice.." "i'll have your coffee right out" she blushed. "thank you" Nina said grabbing the coffee from the counter the girl smiled and nodded "see you tomorrow" I said and smiled "see you tomorrow. "does some one have a crush?" "no" I opened her door "yess" "get in the car Nina" she laughed getting in the car.
| Next Morning |
"Hey, You're the guy from yesterday right?" The girls smiled coming by me where I was at my locker "Yeah! Yeah Nick" "i'm Y/n" I smiled "Y/n thats pretty name" "thank you!," she smiled widely "um could you show me where English 3 is?" "that your next class?" she nodded "that's mine too i'll walk with you" I closed my locker "thanks".
"come sit with me" I said coming up to her where she sat by herself "it's okay i don't want to bug you" "you wouldn't be come on we don't mind" "you sure?" "yeah come on".
| Two Weeks Later |
"there's a bonfire tonight on the beach you gonna come?" I asked her "I can't bike an hour to the beach" she chuckled "i'll pick you up at 5 my moms letting me use the car" "I don't know if I trust you're driving Diaz" she said putting her notebook in her bag "then you can bike you're ass there" I laughed walking away from her "okay okay," she giggled "i'd love a ride" she ran up to me wrapping her arms around my arm looking up at me with her beautiful Y/c/e 's "no you better leave and start peddling" "Nick!" I shrugged with a smirk "you gonna pick me up at 5?" she smiled up at me "i'll see" "i'll bring snacks i'll get you favorite... See you at 5" she smiled walking out the school doors.
"are you coming tonight?" I asked Nate in his doorway "yeah...is Y/n coming?" He smirked "yes we're picking her up at 5" I nodded "little beach date" "shut up" "can I bring Misty?" "yeah just don't make out in the back seat" "can't make any promises".
"i'll be right back" I said putting the car in park getting out. I knocked on her front door "don't get that!" I hear her yell before the door opened to a guy who was shirtless.Her Boyfriend? "who are you?" he asked "Nick i'm Y/n's friend picking her up" he looked over me to the car "where you goi-" "okay thanks for getting the door Kane" Y/n said bag over her shoulder pushing him out of the way "ready?" I asked she nodded stepping out next to me "who was that?" I asked walking down the driveway "my brother".
We were all sitting around the fire "Y/n you want a beer?" One of the guys asked "no i'm okay thank you" she smiled pulling her blanket tighter "oh come on" she shook her head "don't be lame have on-" "she said she's fine!" I said "sorry jez" he said. "Come on" she said and stood up putting her hand out "what?" she smiled "don't ask questions" I smiled and took her hand she grabbed her bag while pulling me up. She climbed up on to the life guard tower me after her, I sat next to her as she went through her bag. She pulled out a joint and a lighter "you're the best" I said she lit it then passed it to me, she laid her head on my shoulder. "the water looks nice" I nodded and passed it back to her "it does" "you want to swim?" she looked at me putting her chin on my shoulder "really?" I smiled "yeah". She hopped down "I can't" "why?" "I didn't wear a suit" "you have boxers right?" "yeah but.." "if you don't want to you don't have to" she said taking her shirt off showing her black swimsuit then her shorts. She ran down into the water "it's not even cold!" she yelled, I sighed hopping down from the tower taking my shirt and jeans off.
"fuck you it's not cold" i said sucking in a breath she laughed "it's not that bad" I rolled my eyes and chuckled. "what happened?" she asked touching a scar on my stomach "it's just from training" I shrugged "still hurt?" she looked up at me I shook my head "Oh my god!" she grabbed my hand "what?!" "did you feel that?" "No yo-" I felt something go by my feet "get out!" she pulled me out of the water.
"you got something in your hair" she whisper she picked something out of my hair before putting her hand on my neck, I put my hands on her waist pulling her closer to me she brought my lips down on to hers. she pulled away and sighed with a smile "hopefully you wanted me to kiss you" she said looking up at me "yeah I wanted you to kiss me" I smiled.
| Two Weeks later |
I sighed before knocking on Y/n's window, I saw her light turn on she looked though the blinds then relaxed seeing me. She pulled it open and opened the window "it's almost 1am" she said yawning "I couldn't sleep" she sighed with a smile "come on. I just started a movie" I handed her my backpack she set it aside then I went to go through the window falling on the floor knocking some her stuff over. She laughed as I groaned "Nick, i'm sorry you okay?" she tired to hide her laugh "yeah i'm fine" I scoffed a laugh "i'm sorry" she put a hand out and she pulled me up "i'm sorry" she repeated while trying not to laugh "that funny" I laughed wrapping my arms around her waist "a little bit" she smiled wrapping her arms around my neck "your lucky you're cute" she pecked my cheek.
We were laying in her bed watching Y/f/m, I had my arm around her waist from behind her I kissed her shoulder over and over. she turned around smiling "hi' I whispered "hi" she leaned up and kissed my lips "you want to be my girlfriend?" I moved a piece of her hair "really?!" she smiled wider "yeah" "Yeah I want be your girlfriend!" she kissed me again .
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catiua for the ask meme? (or dark lans if she’s been asked)
Why I like them
Catiua has been living in my head-rent free for a decade now. It’s safe to say I don’t just like her. I’m obsessed. I think she’s an incredibly interesting and moving character. There is just a lot to her from her insecurities, to her moral stances without neglecting her genuine qualities.
You can feel that there was a commitment to writing a flawed woman in a way that never felt degrading or even evil. Reading dev team interviews where she’s mentioned has solidified this opinion this was done with a lot of care.
Also, she’s the perfect example of a hypocritical character. She will preach one thing and does the opposite when it suits her. And the text makes this extremely obvious she’s pulling a “do as I say, not as I do” on the regular on you through direct parallels and through other characters (well mostly Vyce or Denam) raising some questions.
She isn’t even a bad person (though unpleasant is a different matter), she can be compassionate, composed and wise just as often as she can be cruel or cold, emotionally needy or self-centered.
In fact she’ll often be compassionate if the situation allows it.
One of the clearest examples of it is how she treats Cistina in Chapter 1 when you first encounter her in contrast to how she treats her on Chaos Route Chapter 2 when Folcurt urges you to help him rescue her from pirates.
In Chapter 1, Catiua meets Cistina right after the duke has been rescued and the situation has taken a good turn for the Resistance. They’re accompanied by Leonar who seems to be a trustable and apt knight. Her situation is relatively comfortable and safe at this point. Catiua urges Denam to help Cistina and states that she believes Cistina’s plight is not entirely different than theirs.
In Chapter 2, Denam and Catiua are hunted down by the Duke’s men and the only thing in her mind is taking a ship out of the islands.
Catiua isn’t being a spiteful person there, she’s extended a compassionate hand toward Cistina in the past. It’s just that her compassion has realistic limits and she’s being selfish because her survival and her comfort depend on it.
Similarly she’s a sybil and deals in healing magic and she’s got the diplomatic behaviour that comes with the job... Except when her patience has ran out or she feels it’d benefit her, she’s swift to suggest violence over discussion. She very much mirrors Lanselot (Tartaros) in this regard and it’s not too surprising she’d come to an understanding with him.
I also really like that the game purposely holds you back from understanding her and you’re bound to ask yourself why she’s behaving like this until key scenes (mostly Lanselot meeting her in Golyat and her two scene variants in Barnicia) lets you in on what’s troubling her.
Why I don’t
It’s less a dislike rather something that’s lacking: I honestly wish Princess route had had a deeper insight on how she deals with her responsibilities and how this role impacts her... There is a handful of conversations on the route that go in this diection (mostly the one where she states her admiration of Lanselot’s methods) That would have required this route to take a different direction though. There was a lingering disappointment when I finished the game on all routes because I’d have liked to seen a stronger variant to the usual route.
That being said, I think CODA addresses this and does show Catiua’s convictions as a ruler and how she intends to tread with Lodis and Xenobia. It also depicts her as brave and courageous until the first battle of The Twelve Knights and you realize the vulnerability is very much still there, buried behind a responsible façade.
It’s a shame that the episodes are more of a “what if” and this writing wasn’t part of main storyline but it still gave a solid insight into her character that Princess route didn’t engage with and that alone is why people should play through them.
More to come for “A wish” because these answers are bound to be linked.
Favorite scene(s)
This scene not only has two big variants as well as multiple smaller variants in dialogue (for the miserable outcome) which adds a level of detail to it which is incredible.
Catiua’s death is the miserable but suited outcome to the negative arc her abandonment issues pushed her onto and eventually Lanselot, whom she had projected so much onto, abandoning her really seals the deal. This is one of the most memorable and troubling video game scenes to me.
On the other hand, the only way Denam convinces her not to stab herself is by telling her about Prancet’s last words, which were an affirmation that he did love her as his daughter, something Catiua had convinced herself was untrue (that’s the start of all of her problems in fact). It’s a beautiful scene about a foster family’s bonds.
Favorite line
Bear with me but these quotes absolutely work together in my mind.
There is also a sharp irony in how Catiua uses others when she herself despises the idea of being used. It’s doubly ironical that she allows Lanselot to do it because... well at the very least, he’s being honest about it and she feels she’s still in control.
Favorite outfit
Iconic. Timeless. Unrivalled.
OTP
Catiua/Lanselot
So. This is incredibly miserable. But Catiua knows exactly he’s using her but there is a sense of truth about it so she’s convinced herself it’s enough. She projects a desire for affection and protection onto him which is incredibly misplaced and doing wonders for her abandonment issues (😬). Everything he offers her is completely illusionary and she knows it which is bound to lead her straight into a disastrous end.
Brotp
Catiua/Denam, complicated but undeniable bond.
Head Canon
Listen I like to think that Vyce trained her in swordfighting after the torching and ultimately, I believe Lanselot also did (and she’s much more confident with wielding a blade by then).
By the time she’s ascending, she probably enjoys a little sparring match with Denam too.
Unpopular opinion
Please with Reborn coming out, I have my work cut out for me.
An unpopular opinion I have is, and I’m completely right with it, is that people are committed to misunderstanding her, even when the text contradicts their statement. This is often the case in regard to Prancet and how she feels about him. Catiua does not hate Prancet, she resents him because she believes he’s been lying to her for his own gain (which is a complete misinterpretation of why he’s omitting the truth on her part). There is a reason players are led to believe she does but eventually, if you’ve gone through her recruitment scene and you’re still holding on to the belief she’s a bad daughter and a bitch for “hating her father” you’re just refusing to aknowledge you were mistaken. Catiua did absolutely love him and wanted him to love her, and she resented him because she thought he did not think of her as a daughter (yes she did create that problem herself).
A wish
Back to the whole Princess route. What I really wanted and what they almost did was a full-fledged route (as indicated by interviews when the remake came out). I understand budget may not have allowed it at the time of the PSP remake but with Reborn, they could have cut down the dreadful English dub and done that instead.
If I had my way, Princess route would be sharply different from Lord route and would have two endings - the one we know and a much more grim ending regarding the ramifications of a collaboration with Lodis.
An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen
With Reborn coming out, all my “oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen” ideas are centered about reading terrible takes about Catiua on a daily basis.
5 words to best describe them
Hypocritical, selfish, stirring, difficult (to deal with mostly), self-aware
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Not Yet
Ukai Keishin x Reader Smut Drabble
With each kiss - to your lips, to your jaw, to you neck - the memory of your fight with Keishin washed away. His hands pawed at the plush skin of your waist as he pulled your hips closer against his with need. Every move he made in an attempt to be closer to you was his wordless way of telling you that he never wanted to be apart from you again.
It wasn't even a big fight, maybe more of a spat if anything, but as you felt him slide his fingers inside you for the first time that night, you knew you didn't care. If he felt so compelled to give you an apology, especially of this kind, you certainly weren't going to stop him. He started with two fingers, gently thrusting inside you and curving the tips of them just a smidge so they'd press down on the most sensitive parts of you as he slide them out. His other hand gripped your waist gently, caressing your skin in a way that made you feel more loved than any words could. With each thrust, the palm of his hand brushed against your clit, slowly pulling you closer and closer to the edge. You began to shake slightly, the end in sight, leaning your head back in anticipation. However, his movements came to a stop. As he slowly - painfully slowly - pulled his fingers out, he leaned forward and whispered in your ear, sending a shiver of pleasure down your spine.
"Not yet."
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you are so right for writing the namor/pinoy!reader fics lodi 😭👌 also what’s your fav namor scene? for me it’s when he killed the colonizers, that’s amore harana
its actually the scene where he kills the colonizers too SKHAJDHAJS but also when he was exploring and introducing talokan to shuri, you can see how the talokanil themselves made their own technologies and advancements underwater plus how they adapted these said inventions whilst utilizing the underwater environment 💖💖💖 AND WHEN HE SAID HE BROUGHT THE SUN TO HIS PEOPLE AUGH
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Hello : )
First of all, I want to say that I really love your writing and I can only encourage you to keep doing it because it gives us so much joy and pleasure. Thank you !
Secondly there is a kind of estemick prompt struck in my mind for a few days. It would be an historical au, taking place at the end of the XVIII century and the beginning of the XIX century. Mick is the son of a general of the Holy Roman Empire who has leaved his family because of the war against Napoleon. Someone saw him being shut down by a French hussar during the battle of Lodi (North Italy) and saw him lying in his blood on the battlefield, and the announce of his death was published in the war’s rapports. Mick grows up alone in a big castle because his sister is studying in a school and his mother is very busy with the management of their estate. One day he catches a child who is trying to stole vegetables in their garden, at this moment he sees the gardener coming toward them and so he runs towards Esteban’s direction acting as if he was the one who has invited him here to save him. The two children become friends despite their social differences. Esteban is the son of a Frenchman who came in Germany to train the horses of a lord’s racing stable but who has unjustly lost his job. He can’t return in France because of the war but people don’t want to hire him because he is considered as an enemy. The two boys are very fond of horse riding. In order to help is friend’s family Mick ask his mother to hire Esteban’s father as a groom. Esteban learns horse racing to Mick and as they grow up they start to travel around the country to watch horse races. Mick buys is own racing horses and using another name he starts to be a jockey. One race it’s Esteban who rides the horse and the other one it’s Mick.
In parallel we would follow Michael’s adventure. Michael has effectively been touched by a shot but the ball only touched his leg, however he felt on a rock and hurt his head on it, loosing conscience. When he wakes up he is surrounded by dead bodies of horses and soldiers and he doesn’t remember who he is. With his injured leg he difficultly caries himself out of the battlefield and he his rescued by farmers who helps him to cure his injuries. They burn his uniform to hide that he is a German soldier and the doctor who has taken care of him provide him a false identity. To hide is accent he claims to be mute. The priest of the village finds him a job as groom of a rich Italian merchant horses. With his ability he quickly gains the confidence of his master and together they create the most successful horse racing stable of the country. During a race in Switzerland, Michael encounter Mick and he is troubled by the young man. Every week-end, every time he sees Mick again a part of his memory comes back.
But Mick’s mother discovered her son’s activities as a jockey and forbids him continue because she is afraid that he may hurt himself. She talks to Esteban and asks him to leave Mick alone. Esteban is desperate and realize how much he is attached to Mick, unable to focus on the race he loses the control of his horse during the next race. Michael save him and they talk together. Esteban understand that this man is Mick’s father. Finally, the all family is reunited and Este declares himself to Mick. Happy ending.
I’m not asking you to write it because it would be too long… I’m just… I don’t know if it could inspire you or someone else (or nobody). I don’t really know what I’m doing, I’m so sorry for that (I’m probably just using you to get it out of my mind) 👉👈.
Anyway, I wish you a good time and thank you again for all your work.
PS (as if this ask wasn’t long enough already 🤦🏻♀️) : I’m really sorry for my shitty English.
HIIIIII oh my god THANK YOU for your kind words AND for these estemick thoughts!!!! esteban teaching mick about horse racing and them growing closer:')))) mick the lonely prince finding a friend in esteban the outsider!!!! i love it!!
oh and there's never a need to apologize for sending me things like this, i love hearing other people's fic ideas it's so much fun!! and your english is not shitty at all, so don't worry! sending lots of love, i will be thinking of prince mick showing esteban around the castle gardens and all of his favourite flowers........
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If you EVER want to understand and write something involving Tiny Ass Midwest Town Culture look at this and understand
These Towns have so little going on that something this small will become the FOCAL POINT of town culture
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Indian History
The heading might seem like a monologue to most people but Indian history is one of the topics close to my heart and it makes me hold my head high to belong to a country with such magnificent heritage. Despite being a student of Science, I’ve always felt a connection with the subject which always motivates me to peruse books and get an even bigger glimpse into the world of kings and queens, of artists and magicians, a time when people lived without the technology which has become an imminent part of the modern world today, a time when music had the power to bring rain, a time when bullock carts were the only transport available to man and a time when splendour reigned our country, the time when India was called ‘The Golden Bird’. The real reason why I'm writing this is because I feel that history is highly underrated and is a victim of generations of hatred, with literally every student crying tears of frustration as they try to memorize the names and dates on the last day of the exams, cramming everything into their minds and just writing it all out on the exam sheet, never to think of it again. But the fact remains that history is not just mugging up books as we picture when we hear the word- it’s way more than that. History is not just a subject, it's a reminder of all the great deeds that our ancestors have done, of where our roots come from and a constant lesson to us that no matter how tough things seem, there's always a solution- you just have to look for it. It all started with the Rigveda, the oldest, most pure age of ancient history when women were given an equal status to men, their activities were not constantly frowned upon and when God was worshipped with actual devotedness and not just for our selfish benefits as it is today. Following it, was the Yajurveda, then the Samaveda and finally the Atharvaveda. As the civilisations came to pass, we find that the stature of women in society continued to deteriorate before finally reducing this irreplaceable half of the society as slaves of their counterparts. Harappan and Indus Valley Civilizations have left a lasting mark on our country as we find out how intelligent and broad minded the people of those times were- the ruins a symbol of a fallen legacy. The Mauryan Empire was next up as it started the trend of conquering kingdoms and having kings and queens with Chandragupta Maurya as the founder, one of the greatest rulers India has known. The Magadha dynasty brought with it the ideas of provinces and states, of efficient management and luxurious royal lifestyle, making it one of the most remembered dynasties that we have had. The South saw its own share of royal ages as it was ruled by the Cholas, the Cheras and the Pandyas. The Gupta empire came into being soon after, one of the most ancient and prosperous ages of the country's empires. Delhi soon became a vital city of attraction for conquerers all over the world as the Delhi Sultanate was founded by Qutubuddin Aibak beginning with the Slave Dynasty, then the Khilji Dynasty, Tughlaq, Sayyid and Lodi dynasties ending only when Babur defeated Ibrahim Lodi and took on the throne of Delhi. The ever powerful Mughals then ruled Indian for many years, with Babur followed by Humayun, Akbar, Jahangir, Shah Jahan and Aurangzeb. The Mughal empire deteriorated after Aurangzeb and their mighty legacy ended with the death of Bahadur Shah Zafar at the hands of the British. The British ruled us for 150 years or so which saw some of the most challenging and revolting events in Indian history including the Partition of India, the formation of the Indian National Congress, the revolt of 1857 and expulsion of the British from India in 1947. From then onwards, India has been her own master and has flourished through hurdles and disappointments. It is my pride to have had a chance to read about our beautiful and ever inspiring culture and even more to be able to bring it out in words for you all. Its not just something to be proud of, it belongs to me and to every Indian who has the honour of being born on this soil.
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January Book Reviews: Masquerade in Lodi by Lois McMaster Bujold
Catching up with the Penric and Desdemona novellas now I can get them from the library. This is ninth in publication order but somewhere cryptically earlier based on internal chronology. Either was, this is not the first book and you should probably not start here. Penric is in Venice-analogue Lodi for the Bastard's Eve festivities-- but as a man with terminal main character syndrome, this is not fated to be a peaceful holiday for him. He's tasked with investigating a man who may be possessed by a dangerous demon, sending Penric on a wild chase across the city with a young saint in tow.
Bujold's writing is, as always, a pleasure to read. It's sleek and lovely, and the character voices are excellent. She has a gift for writing dialogue. This is why she's one of my all time favorite authors. However, compared to the rest of the Penric novellas, this is not one of my favorites. A lot of the novel is preoccupied with walking back and forth across the city on vague errands without a strong purpose (same issue I had with Cherryh's Hammerfall! it may be interesting to read about characters going across something Once, but by the third time it begins to pale.) This is especially noticeable in the relatively short page length of a novella.
Series highly recommended, but don't start here.
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A software engineer is a person who designs and creates computer software. The same idea can be used for a coder who writes for various kinds of software. Any chance a person is eager to make a start-up business needs to look for an analyst to make the idea come true. Looking for a software engineer ready to accept the project can take time and effort. Many young entrepreneurs have asked where to look for a software engineer who applies to their demands - Lodi Emmanuel Palle
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Kinktober Day 13- Overstimulation
Yeah, gonna go with Blood For Gold again, but this time featuring Demsey's brother Sierge and his lovely wife Adrilody. Lody for short who is a moura/jewel orc hybrid herself. While Sierge is just "plain" orc but in Regency Era gentry. Who- in the story works at the moura Masai Temple in London and applies white wedding henna because she's a henna artist and loves her art and craft and Sierge is not about to get between her and her art, which has a really fun fantasy twist.
Again, a billion thanks to @starsandskies for her kinktober prompts. Yes I know I'm practically two weeks behind. And at the rate I'm churning these out, I feel like it'll be at least December by the time I get through them all. But I'll have fun doing so. Enjoy
Day 13- Overstimulation
Sierge knew that having Adrilody as a wife would be wonderful, fun even.
But not quite like the way he envisioned it.
So while Sierge ran his own business in London that actually needed very little of his attention- thanks to the excellent managers he hired. He supported Adrilody in what was obviously her calling life, art. But not just any art- henna. Particularly moura wedding henna art.
Now Adrilody was the official and best wedding henna artist at the moura Masai Temple. And part of the moura tradition was that everyone in the wedding party would get the very special white moura henna. And this henna, while being white, was of course, glittery, the glitter itself coming from little bits and shards of opals. And was sent to Lody directly from Dorierra in it’s non mixed forms. In huge sacks of white powder, that while it didn’t have lead to make it white, it did have something that was a secret among mouras so that the white would stain the skin, even after it washed off. And because of how it was mixed, that glitter from the opal stayed on the skin so that even when the henna was washed off, not only did the white stain remain, but the opal affect stayed as well so that the wearer both seemed to glitter and glow and shimmer in the light of day and in black light during the wedding feast. From the black light coru clouds. The base could also be mixed with special pigment to make more colors and of course on the big day, thanks to some special glue, pearls and jewels could be stuck to the skin and would stay there until they were washed off with a special soap that dissolved the glue that was used to secure them to the skin. Along with powdered gold, that once mixed with a special solution, looked like gold foil was painted onto the skin.
Lody had been learning the craft since infancy and while she had the official set of books and volumes showing the various designs, Lody herself was making a volume of her own designs and inventing new ones and putting twists on the old. And her favorite masculine canvas? Her husband, Sierge. And of course for the more feminine designs, her sisters in law who were also moura from Dorierra and happily submitted their bodies to her to use as her feminine canvases, besides Lody’s own hands and feet since she was ambidextrous and could both write and do the henna with both hands.
Sierge didn’t care if he had to be shaved from his ears down to his toes. Lody had not only shaved him several times over now- but put a special cream to practically melt all the hair off of him except for the hair of his sex. And then put a different special cream to soften the skin so it was silky smooth and after several times of doing this, his body hair, simply stopped growing back. So Lody didn’t have to constantly shave him. And when Lody wasn’t working at the temple applying her artistic talent and craft to the wedding parties who were being married at the temple, she loved to practice on Sierge the most. Trying out new designs, and techniques.
And Lody could put the mix that was the powder, the crushed opals, and the special oil that binded it all together along with a special additive- a pheromone laden aphrodesiac that was intended to not only get the bride and groom ready to consummate their marriage as soon as possible but usually resulted in many of the guests, especially the friends of the bride and groom who were in the wedding party to pair up too.
And Sierge would have thought that by now- he would have built up a tolerance to it.
But that simply wasn't the case.
After 2 kids and a third on the way, he was even more in love with his wife now than he was when he married her four years prior. And no one in the family needed to wonder why Lody was constantly pregnant. Because using Sierge as her canvas as well as herself, meant that Sierge was always ready and willing to fuck Lody practically into a stupor, even when he wasn’t wearing the aphrodesiatic henna. But when he was? Lody knew that Sierge was apt to fuck her so much his balls ran dry.
Which she didn’t mind one bit because Sierge was an amazing lover. He was always gentle with her when she was pregnant, but vigorous when he could be, but always did so with love and reverence while occasionally breaking some furniture while doing so. They were on their third bed in their bedroom and almost all the furniture had to be replaced every time Lody recovered from a birth to the point she could have sex again. And thier coupling sessions were so intense, and Sierge usually fucked his wife on any and every available surface both in their bedroom and just about any other room in their home.
Sierge didn’t care if he had to replace every piece of furniture in the house on a yearly basis. The lovemaking that broke it and Lody’s pleasure that he was able to give to her during their lovemaking sessions was worth it. And it wasn’t like he was hurting for money either and they could afford it.
Technically Lody didn’t need to work at the Masai Temple. But she loved her work which doubled as her art. And Sierge wouldn’t get between her and her art and her work because it made her happy and if she was happy, he was happy.
And today Sierge was getting antsy. The henna she applied last time had worn off and she was working at the temple again today and he was eager for her to return home. Even if she didn’t apply more henna to him, he wanted to make love to his wife. No aphrodisiac laced henna required. He nearly jumped from his seat when he heard the carriage he always sent for her to use to get to and from the temple arrive and was there to eagerly take their sleeping daughter Sura- from her first and put her to his shoulder as she was swaddled in her blanket before he offered his hand and help his wife to get out of the carriage.
“Big wedding party?” Sierge guessed when he saw that his wife was tired but happy and relieved to be home as he walked inside only to hand his daughter off to their nanny to put Sura into her crib in their bedroom with her older brother who was already asleep in his own crib in his bedroom too.
“Huge. 24 bridesmaids. Tomorrow will be another super long day because I have to do 24 groomsman and the groom himself.” Lody revealed as Sierge helped her into the house and let her sit down in the sitting room closest to the door so she didn’t have to walk so far.
Lody stretched her body and then slumped down into the chair only to stretch out her hands and wrists while rolling her neck around.
“How about you eat something, then I’ll take you upstairs and give you a massage.” Sierge offered.
“That would be wonderful, thank you. I felt like I ate all day because I was constantly eating while doing the wedding henna between nursing Sura which everyone thought Sura was super adorable so of course she was passed around and played with while I worked. Which, thankfully they understood because I was pregnant and obviously still nursing. So they were all super sweet and accommodating and made sure I was in the comfiest chair possible and the bride’s mother and the bride’s maids all took turns rubbing my feet and legs to make sure they wouldn’t get swollen and even my neck, back and shoulders and arms. But they didn’t do it like you can. And if you had not offered, I was going to ask anyway.” Lody admitted before Sierge smiled adoringly at his wife.
Then he had her dinner brought into the room as he scooted the table that was in the room over to her so that her dinner could be served to her there without her having to move to the dining room while Lody practically inhaled all the food there. And while Lody felt like a pig for doing so, Sierge knew she was eating for two but made sure the portions were large enough to accommodate her pregnancy appetites with her current pregnancy cravings, which were tart green apples this time. He made sure that such apples were part of every dish while he sat down next to her and simply rubbed soothing circles into her back while she ate since he had already eaten dinner himself as he tried to stamp down his want and need to fuck her senseless. Because obviously that’s not what she wanted or needed. She needed rest and a chance to recover from her very hard work.
“So what did they get?” Sierge asked.
“The bride, Talilura, which her groom simply calls her Laura, while her friends simply call her Tali, but I guess that’s not English enough for him. Anyway, Tali got a peacock, so of course that’s what everyone else got.” Lody answered.
“Ah, I see. Lots of feathers.” Sierge nodded in understanding.
“So many damn fucking feathers.” Lody grumbled between bulging cheeks and a roll of her eyes.
“Well this is her wedding day, of course she wants all eyes on her.” Sierge offered since he had started to learn what each pattern meant, both “the light” and “the shadow”’ of each one. Since mouras had a very long - as in a few millenia long- tradition of associating certain personality aspects with each color and piece of henna they chose and Sierge was learning them as Lody used and explained them to him and on him.
“Oh no, she’s been a damn peacock the whole way through. The whole wedding theme is peacocks. All bright colors and ostentatious gold and glitter and grandeur. She even rented peacocks from the fucking queen for this wedding and her English one too. But she’s of course from a very wealthy family back home and they paid me double and a half for what I usually charge for that design to make it “extra special”. In particular for extra opals in the mix. And for the wedding day, when the majority of the raw raised henna washes off. I have to go back over and paint the bride with the special dual metallic body paint with extra gold outlines, a whole fucking bag of gems and pearls to glue into the designs. Along with the extra pure opalescent lines from the henna so that that white opal shines and shimmers and glows too. That body paint I had special to order in from Dorierra which they are also paying me five times what I usually charge to use it- to make sure it’s perfect for Tali. So of course it’ll take me a whole damn day practically and I’ll have to use my super fine brushes. All so that Tali practically glitters and glows from head to toe even naked. They’re paying for the whole “goddess” treatment. Because only the best will do for her, because while no real royalty was available, the Duke is the next best thing.” Lody griped irritatedly.
“I feel sorry for her groom. He’s going to go broke making sure she is always the belle of the ball and always the center of attention because she already has huge allowances at every great dress maker in town and only wears the best and greatest even in fabrics. Not even Princess Charlotte wears such ostentatious clothing, or hell, neither does Drina or Octavia for that matter and they’re either literally royalty or married to it. But Tali’s parents raised a spoiled brat is what they did. And of course she’ll be wearing diamonds set in platinum for her jewelry because ‘only the best for their little princess’.” Lody sneered spitefully and sarcastically which got Sierge to snort a laugh.
“This wedding is costing her groom- her bride price at least two or three times over. As if he didn’t already sink a fucking fortune even going there and getting her and bringing her back here. Which is why I’m so late because I cashed the checks they paid me- both for today and in advance to make sure those damn things didn’t fucking bounce. And of course her family is wearing their best clothes and jewels that they had custom made just for this and came all the way from Dorierra for, which Dorierra is paying for her bridesmaids because they’re hoping to snag as much wealth from England as possible from those bridesmaids.” Lody revealed as Sierge raised his eyebrows in surprise.
“And her poor groom. I think the only reason she’s marrying him is because he’s stupid and rich and can afford to help her live in the lap of luxury and he fell in love with her “perfect beauty and charm” enough to practically hand over his pocket book to her that she’s blowing like dandelion seeds or water through her hands. So of course he has yet to tell her ‘no’ about anything and every time he even hints at it, she gives him her puppy dog eyes that well with crocodile tears and he of course melts and gives in and caves just to make her happy. But while he may be a Duke and can afford her from Dorierra. She’s typical for a moura. Which means she’s gonna make it hard for us non-typicals.” Lody predicted.
"Well you'd think after these last few years, society has hopefully realized the very great and grand difference between the two. I know for sure that no one within our own circles will treat you or anyone else in our friend and family circle any differently because you have all proven yourselves to be the wonderful and amazing and accomplished women that you are." Sierge soothed.
“I can only hope you're right. Because while they’re going to be having a proper English wedding too, of course only after all this henna washes off for him and his own reputation and status within “society” isn't hindered or put into "jeapordy" by such "unseemly" body decoration. Which, we’re invited to the proper English wedding by the way- because all of society is invited too. Just like Audra’s first wedding was. But his pockets better be as long as his fucking pants and better be stuffed with his body weight in hundred pound notes. And she’ll spend each and every single one of them too. She’s spends it all like it’s burning a hole in her pocket. But at least she was a very generous tipper.” Lody ranted as she ate as if she hadn’t eaten in days before she put her purse on the table as Sierge noted it was stuffed with pound notes as it was obvious that Lody had earned a small fortune today. But he wouldn’t be taking a single penny or pound of it. They were there for Lody to do as she liked with them. Since any money she earned herself she could spend however she wanted, as he encouraged her to use them to spoil herself with when he wasn’t doing so himself. But she usually saved most of it, mostly for her children.
“I take it Raphael is in bed?” Lody asked since she had taken their daughter Sura with her and had taken breaks to nurse Sura throughout and the day.
“Yup, he’s sound asleep.” Sierge nodded in confirmation.
“Good, I think Sura should sleep like a brick tonight. I know I will.” Lody hoped.
“You better, you deserve it. I hope you won’t have another wedding like this for a good long while so you can properly rest and recover.” Sierge offered.
“Me too. But sadly, I’m booked for the next few months. I won’t be able to rest until the season fully comes to an end but hopefully this will be my largest party this season.” Lody sighed tiredly.
“But the baby should be here by then.” Sierge noted.
“Yeah. And I have to wean Sura before they come too.” Lody sighed again as her shoulders sagged.
“Speaking of, how is the baby treating you?” Sierge asked thoughtfully.
“We have another Kamboda champion on our hands. They kick like Raph did and they twist and swirl like Sura did. So who knows if it’s a boy or a girl. All bets are off.” Lody answered as she smiled as Sierge caressed her baby bump through her distinctly Dorrieran clothes she always wore to the temple to work. Usually in all white with gold emboidery to show she was the one that did the henna. Usually just in case any of the henna got on her, she could wash the white henna off easily or if it was colored henna, she would know exactly where it was to wash that part off using the particular soaps made just to lift the henna from cloth and skin alike.
“They don’t have to be a champion.” Sierge noted.
“I know. But it’s just a saying all pregnant women in Dorierra make when we have a very active baby in the womb.” Lody smiled appreciatively.
“Yeah, I’ve noticed.” Sierge chuckled as his wife started to slow down in her inhalation of food before she took the whole damn apple pie and used her pregnant belly as a table to eat it from with a fork which got Sierge to laugh.
“What?” Lody asked around her full mouth of pie.
“Nothing, you just really crave apples. At least you like the pie right?” Sierge noted.
“I do. And yeah, thankfully our pastry chef got the recipe down finally.” Lody agreed before she barely swallowed one mouthful before she refilled it with another before Sierge reached over and got her a cold glass of milk as she took it and gulped it down in one go before Sierge just handed her the whole milk bottle to drink out of which she did as she devoured that pie before she burped as she was done which got Sierge to laugh again.
“Better?” Sierge asked.
“Much, I’m ready for that massage now.” Lody said before he got her to stand on her feet before he picked her up bridal style and carried her up the stairs so she wouldn’t have to walk.
“Aww, you’re so romantic.” Lody cooed.
“And you’re so still so beautiful, inside and out.” Sierge insisted.
“Awww.” Lody cooed again before managed to carry her to their room before he set her down on the special massage table that had holes taken out so the pregnant woman’s breasts and bellies could hang down into a cushioned depression but still be comfortable, but not feel like the weight would pull those parts of their bodies off before he stripped out of his “proper” attire as she stripped down naked and got into position on the table and sighed in relief just to be laying there.
Sierge got the special massage oil and began warming it up between his hands before he, out of much practice and special instruction, began to massage his wife as she moaned and keen in bliss as he did so.
“Oh fuck yeah.” Lody groaned as he worked on her from head to toe, starting with her neck, then her shoulders and back, down to her hips and butt and then down her legs to her feet that were resting on a pillow to give her lower back some more relief before he had her sit up so he could put the special parts back into the table so she could lay down on a comfortable surface as he put various pillows under her head and shoulders and under her knees as she practically melted into that massage table as he had washed his hands from touching her feet before he repeated, by massaging her head, scalp and face before moving down to her chest and smiled when her breasts started leaking milk because it showed she had fully relaxed to let the milk flow again before he happily lapped it up because he was not about to let such precious liquid go to waste which got Lody to giggle to feel her husband lick up her sides and then suck what he could from each breast.
“You keep that up and this massage will have one hell of a happy ending.” She insisted.
“No. Not that I don’t want to, because you know I always do. But you’re tired, you need to relax and rest both for your sake and the sake of the baby. I just didn’t want your milk to go to waste. Plus it’s very tasty. And the way Raph and Sura have done nothing but thrive while they nursed only goes to show how nutritious and amazing it is. It’s practically liquid gold.” Sierge readily praised.
“What did I do to deserve such a great man like you for my husband?” Lody asked as she smiled adoringly up at him as he massaged her hands and wrists and then up her arms.
“Nothing. It’s me who is lucky to have such an amazing and wonderful woman like you as my wife.” Sierge insisted.
“And Marquise.” Lody noted as she held up a finger with her other hand as Sierge laughed since everything that went down with Audra and the Dauphin, despite his older brother Demsey being hier to the title of Duke, Sierge was granted his own title from the Crown for his dealings with his ex Benny and an earning from the Crown in addition to what he was earning from his business which was currently booming.
Because while Demsey was still managing the family soap business. Sierge bought a textile factory, in particular, a lace one. And thanks to the special deal he got from Dorierra, he got the best silk, satin and other threads for his lace along with a huge investment into proper lace machines and an entire set of lace designs so that the lace he earned from his factory was on par with the handmade lace from anywhere else and cost a fraction to make but could cost almost as much. Which meant he could afford to pay his workers extremely well, pay to keep his workshop comfortable in every season while also installing modern conveniences while also paying a whole team of cooks to cook breakfast and lunch for his workers and even dinners so his workers could bring home dinners too, all for a penny a day for their meals. Which was beyond fair. All while hiring the best lace workers in all of Europa. And thanks to the union he got put in place, his workers were extremely happy to work for him, and got paid sick leave, paid vacation and holidays, and paid grievance days too.
All while he practically made money- hand over fist. So that he earned just as much, if not more- than Demsey did with the family soap business, even with the exotic royal Dorrierran soap line. And all he got were simply reports to show how much lace had been produced and in what patterns while all the dress makers could order any design they wanted for their own dresses and designs in thier own shops.
“Yes, how could I forget.” Sierge smiled as he continued to massage down her body.
“There. Ready for bed?” Sierge asked once he was done before he helped his wife get up.
“Yup.” Lody nodded happily before she got up and walked with him over to the bed before she pushed him down and straddled him.
“My Love? Aren’t you tired? Shouldn’t you get some rest?” Sierge attempted to protest.
“I had to make seven and a half doses of henna today. I swear to every god and goddess that you will either let me sit on your face so you can eat me out until your tongue falls off or you’ll let me ride you like the stallion you are because while I am tired from working all day, I’m now refreshed, well fed, relaxed and now all I want is you.” Lody put to him.
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Sierge insisted before he kicked off his breeches while Lody did her best to wait patiently for him to do so while letting him suckle from her, both to relieve the pressure of having breasts full of milk and also because it felt amazing and when Sierge had finally freed himself of clothes she scooted back and seated herself on him and used his own hands to support her and hold her up while she rode him as hard as she wanted to and because Sierge had been aching for her all day, he regretfully came quite quick.
“You better have at least a few more rounds in you.” Lody insisted, not pleased that he finished before she did, just as she was really getting started too.
“I have as much as you need from me.” Sierge insisted before Lody picked up the pace and began anew and when she finally came, Sierge blew out a breath of relief.
But that wasn’t the end of it. Oh no. She had barely rode out the first before she was chasing a second, then a third, then a fourth, fifth, six and seventh.
“Please, Lody, please, I don’t know if I…” Sierge panted as he laid under her and while this is what he had been fantasizing about all day, it seems she had too and she was bound and determined to make it a reality.
“Just one more.” Lody pleaded before she doubled her efforts and rode him so hard Sierge feared they were going to break the bed- again.
“Fuck!” Sierge grunted as he came again but all Lody did was use his own seed as more lubrication to rub at her clit they way he had been for the previous seven orgasms as Lody quietly came an eighth but now wanted a ninth.
“Lody, please, please hurry it’s too much, I’m overwhelmed and overstimulated and I feel like my balls are run dry.” Sierge pleaded weakly as he did his best to hold her up and support her, his body was aching in entirely different ways now.
“Hush, I’m almost there.” Lody insisted as she once again rubbed at her clit and rode him and by now, they were both covered in sweat and a stream of milk had fallen from each of her breasts down to his belly as Sierge felt like this was no longer love making session, this was a love making marathon. Just like their honeymoon had been.
Sierge felt like his balls really had run dry and while having sex with his wife was always a pleasure, surely he thought that this would push even his own limits as she rode and Sierge could only hope his cock would stay hard enough for her. And just as he felt like he would pass out from pleasured exhaustion, Lody came and glittered and glowed on the few moura marks on her skin before she finally got off of him and Sierge had never been more relieved as his cock finally fell to the bed and was already softening.
“Better?” Sierge asked as he gathered her into her arms.
“Much, thank you for hanging in there Champ.” She smiled tiredly as she seemed to finally have her full fill of him before they barely got the covers pulled up over them and they were happy to practically pass out.
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