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silk press
rafe cameron x black!gf
content warning: smut (wrap b4 u tap) use of “mama” like twice, go read the rest, i don’t wanna spoil it pookie
authors update: yooo, this shit is NOT proofread, if you see any mistakes mind your businesssss!!! 😭😭 mdni!!
the sound of drake’s ‘cameras/good ones do interlude’ could be heard over the sounds of heavy panting, the smell of weed filling the air along with your soft whimpering, “r-rafe.. s-stop you’re gonna mess up my h-hair-“ you breathed out, hand faintly tapping on his lower stomach. but before another word could escape your lips, rafe grabbed your chin, shutting you up.
“move your hand away from my stomach or i’ll stop.” you quickly moved your hand as you gripped onto his arm for dear life. so now here you were, getting your shit pounded in cause someone couldn’t control himself, it amazed you how this man had you folded in half like a pretzel, your legs were almost pressed into your chest, knees shy of being able to touch your chest thanks to rafe’s big hands, his nails digging into the skin on your thighs. rafe pushed your dress further up your stomach, wanting nothing more than to be closer to you.
but what what more could this man have possibly wanted? he was balls deep inside of his beautiful girlfriend, watching her eyes threaten to roll to the back of her head, the small necklace he bought you with his initial ‘r’ studded in diamonds, placed perfectly on your chest, just the sight of that had his dick growing hard inside of you. rafe’s hand snakes down and pressed down onto your stomach, causing a loud moan to rip from your lips, rafe’s arm just seemingly wasn’t enough for you, he was quite literally fucking you dumb. his hips ramming into the plush of your ass. “you feel me right there?” he asked as he grabbed your hand, pressing your hand down on the bulge. thank god for this empty lot covered in trees or this would’ve been a real nasty sight to see. rafe’s blacked out jeep with the passenger door open, your feet sitting pretty on his shoulders, his hand holding the nape of your neck, a mix your cum and his from previous orgasm spilling out of you and creating a sticky white ring around the base of his dick.
rafe kept an arm extended around the nape of your neck, keeping your head upright. he loved when he had you like this, melting under his touch. ���hey,” he said, snapping his fingers in front of your face. your eyes were threatening to close on him as you felt the tip of your orgasm on your tongue, “i need you to keep those pretty brown eyes on me mama, you hear me?” you nodded, as you did your best to keep your eyes open just like he asked you to, but of course he made that impossible, because you felt the calloused fingertips of his ring and middle finger rubbing on your swollen clit. your mouth fell open as he caught notice of this “shhh, i got you, i got you.” he whispered as he leaned in closer to you, opening your legs wider, allowing him to shove his dick deeper into you. his fingers sped up on the swollen bud, not letting up.
your moans progressively getting louder and louder, the only way of shutting you up was rafe lightly squeezing your neck, his lips ghosting yours, “if you make one loud fucking noise, you risk getting us caught, you don’t want that do you?” he asked, you shook your head almost instantly, you really did try your hardest to pay attention to what he was telling you, but you couldn’t. he looked so good, sweat covering his forehead, neck and chest. his gold chain resting nicely on his chest as it shined under the dim light of the car, along with that god forsaken black tank top, but you nodded along to his words not thinking anything of it, your legs started shaking, your stomach feeling funny.
rafe’s dick was hitting all the right places, he had your your toes curling, “s-shit rafe s-low downn!!” you squeaked out, his movements never halting, “i-i’m gonna c-cum!!” you arched your back off the seat, rafe smirking, “i got you, come on.” he said, rubbing your clit faster, applying more pressure. your hand flew to his stomach as your juices splurted over his fingers, his abs and lower stomach and dick. your body fell back against the seat, your thighs feeling sticky, “hey that was cute and all but i’m still not done.” rafe mutters before pulling out of you, you whine from the lost contact, and before you know it he’s pulling your legs further out of the car and flipping you over onto your stomach, “r-rafe baby there’s no room-“, you were cut off before rafe’s pushing his dick back into your sensitive pussy, his left hand pushed down on your back to deepen your arch as much as he could while his right hand made its way back to your hair, “i don’t care,” he moaned loudly pushing your head further down into the seat, the sound of your ass clapping against his stomach has rafe’s head going crazy.
you poorly attempted to cover your mouth, whines slipping out occasionally, this all he wanted. you placed your hand on the console for support. this was all he ever wanted, he was able to fuck his pretty girl, y/n, and he in fact he believed she was prettiest girl on kildare and he knew he wanted you the minute he spotted you at the country club with your family. and what happened? he got exactly what he wanted, he was a smooth talker and he talked his way right a relationship with you, and this was the outcome.
your hand of course made its way back to his stomach, this time removing his hand from your head and pinning your wrist down onto your back, your whimpers grew louder, “rafe, it’s t-too muchhhhh” you whined, “that’s okay, you can do it, i-i’m close..” he groaned loudly, hearing him panting behind you, his hips hitting harder and deeper, you felt the familiar feeling of your pussy squeezing around him. “where do you want me?” he breathed, squeezing the skin of your hips, your overstimulation pushing both you and rafe to the edge. “inside p-please,” you whimpered out feeling hot spurts of his cum shoot inside your pussy. rafe pulled out of you, your hips jerked and your legs shook a little. he pulled his boxers and nike sweats back up as he presses a kiss against your lips before smiling. he closed your car door before making his way to the passenger side. you slowly closed your legs as you sat up looking for your black thong, “first you fuck up my silk press then you steal my thong??” you huff.
“‘m sorry baby, i’ll pay for you to get your hair done again and who cares about that stupid thong, i’ll buy you 10 more, how does that sound?” he looked over at you, as he sat back in his seat. your arms were crossed but you couldn’t help the smile that was evident on your face.
he leaned over the console, “gimmie a kiss.”
he said, you obliged and leaned over and kissed his lips.
“i love you y/n.” “i love you more rafey.”
did you guys miss me?? 😏
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Closed Doors
yan secretary! zhongli x ceo! reader
Lantern Rite was fast approaching. From the glass windows that extended from the ledge at the bottom to the expanse of the ceiling, you could see that every corner and alley was alight with crimson silk and flowers, couplets and ribbons, lights flashing incessantly even in the mind’s eye. Your own office building had some, sporting of the festivities despite the heavy workload the staff have been burdened with recently.
A hand on your shoulder, a whisper of your name, by your ear.
“You have worked hard. Would you care to chat over dinner?”
“...I’m busy, tonight.”
Zhongli pulled back, gently, as if he had taken the rejection well. When has he ever, in this one-sided… situationship… thing?
“Then let me drive you home.”
“No, I’m fine.” You feel like throwing up, even though you had not eaten in many hours. The last time that occured…
No words. He is displeased, and it strikes a hot bolt of guilt through your veins. He did only mean the best for you, your trusted secretary.
“I mean, I wouldn’t want to trouble you.”
“I can assure you, my dear, it is no hassle at all. Do you not trust me to keep you safe, after all these years?”
You sigh. He speaks much like a doting grandfather. Your eyes trail to the two long red strips on the office door.
“ ‘Longevity like the highest West mountains, blossoming relationships akin to the depth of the Eastern sea.’ Isn’t the second part a bit out of place, Zhongli?”
The man in question leaned in, lowering his glasses and scrutinising the words on the couplet. “So it is.”
“Nothing more to say?” That was uncharacteristic of your secretary.
Zhongli coughed, as if to distract that. “I find the emphasis on interpersonal relations between persons agreeable. Is that not something you wish to have in your life, [Name]?”
“I… suppose?”
You knew he wrote it, and dare not remove it from the front doors of the company. You had to settle with unmatching couplets for the next month.
“Speaking of which, [Name]...” he said, tailing behind you at such a leisurely pace that you always had to stop several times for him to catch up. “The, ah, schedule for the company celebration on the second day of Lantern Rite has been updated. I have assigned your seating arrangement near-”
“Oh, right. I forgot to tell you. I won’t be around next month. I’m going back with my family to celebrate.”
…
“Zhongli?”
Why is he…disappointed? It is perfectly fine and common, for the overworked CEO to take time off to visit their loved ones for the holidays. Zhongli still feels an ache in his rustic heart as you said that.
You wouldn’t be spending Lantern Rite with him.
Last year, and the year before that, and the year before as well, you had; too busy slaving for the survival and growth of the company to take the journey home. He doesn’t know what to do with the chip at his feelings knowing you will not be around this year, even if it only consists of the two of you working late nights at the office, and him replacing your lukewarm cup of tea from time to time. By the time he replies you have arrived at your private office.
“... I see.”
After all he’s done for you, as well. Do you view him as nothing but a subordinate?
Zhongli chided himself, shelving these thoughts for later. His younger self would succumb to petty, childish musings like these, and he would imagine he has matured.
He sees you falter, perhaps noticing the shift in mood. “Are you going anywhere for Lantern Rite?” you asked.
He smiles, not too broadly, making sure to keep his eyes still.
“Where has an old man like me to go, except for work?”
To the untrained eye, you seem unphased, but your secretary knows better. With a little observance, he can detect your uncomfortable twitches, fidgeting, wandering eyes. And, contrary to public belief, Zhongli can be very observant. How do you think he picks out the gem amongst stones? To him, you are that very diamond he so desires.
“Please, you are hardly half the age you act. You could… take a trip somewhere south, escape the cold…”
How intriguing. Before you can blink he towered over you, arm brushing against your shoulder. Zhongli looked you directly in the eyes, without a hint of warmth or the usual wise whimsy he conducts himself with.
“A most interesting suggestion. However I do not intend to go holidaying off by myself.”
You had no response to that, still recovering from the apparent change in attitude of your secretary.
“Not to mention, I would… how do I phrase this… find myself missing you terribly.”
For a moment, you think you see the amber in his eyes morph into a disgusting, bloody red. It could easily be passed off as reflection from the hanging lanterns.
He continues, when you don’t speak. “So, when you return to your, ah, loved ones, partake in the wonders of tradition and communal gathering… please think of me as well.”
A sweet statement turned sinister. Was this how he had gotten you to stay for the past year, and all the Lantern Rite’s before that?
Come to think of it, you don’t know why you were so busy back then either.
“After all, [Name]...”
He would do anything to keep you here, under his watchful eye and within his clutches.
“What is a poor old man to do, without you?”
He tried to play it off as a joke, a light-hearted statement made meant for mild amusement. You seemed to take it well, offering a hesitant chuckle. If you find this off-putting, he would hate for you to discover what he did to earn his position as your secretary. When he was young it would have been much more… how to put it? Physically forceful.
The bloodlust from them has since faded. How would you feel seeing him slathered in crimson? Cringe in fear and revulsion, or praise him for his devotion?
He finds violence by his own hands unnecessary, now. He can do just as much and more with the influence he currently wields.
The manager who tried to seduce you, the owner of a rival company’s snark comments, all the scathing words of Internet users who think it so clever to be cruel to you behind a screen… one way or another, he has taken care of them as a good secretary would.
All that has paid off. Now he is your most trusted staff, the one who understood every quirk and minute action. No one had been through every high and low, seen you inside and out like he has.
He caresses you so gently, as if you were the most delicate petal or the most fragile diamond. As if all this was right and normal, for a secretary to do.
Who would suspect Zhongli the gentleman, collected, distinguished and composed of such depravity?
“Good morning, dear. Happy Lantern Rite.”
You trusted him, wholeheartedly.
But when you eventually wake up in his arms, in his bed, to the sound of firecrackers and joyful festive cheers, even after he promised the last time that it was a one-time mistake and would not happen again, you’re not quite sure you do, anymore.
#yandere x reader#yandere genshin impact#yandere genshin#yandere genshin x reader#tw yandere#leos works#yandere secretary#yandere zhongli#yandere zhongli x reader
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Weekly Fic Rec 47
I'M BACK! I hope everyone had a Happy Holiday and a lovely New Year :) I think this might be my longest fic rec list yet! Enjoy everyone!
5 Times Tim Spends the Night at Wayne Manon + 1 Time He Comes Home by motleyfam - Batfam, complete. Part of the Settle Our Bones series. Tim joins the batfam early. I'm pretty sure I've read this fic before, but I really enjoyed it. It was nice to read while I was on break.
Rail-Splitter, Brain-Splitter by motleyfam - Batfam, complete. Part of the same series as above. Dick, Jason, and Tim go on an outing together and Dick gets a killer migraine. Hurt/Comfort ensues.
locked in, locked out by scarletazure - Superbat, complete. Bruce gets stuck in a dating simulator. Shenanigans ensue.
Reborn as a scum villain in a novel by Speechless_since_1998 - Superbat, wip. Bruce dies and is transmigrated into the scum villain character in a novel. Shenanigans ensue.
Steady hands (ragged breathing) by loosingletters - Batfam, wip. Instead of growing up as rich heir to the Wayne family, he grows up as Bruce Kane, bastard child of Thomas Wayne, in the Narrows. Don't worry, he still becomes Batman :)
My Thanks to Ms. Monroe by loosingletters - Batfam, complete. Domestic abuse. Janet and Tim leave Jack. They go to Bruce for help.
everybody talks, everybody talks by fantalaimon - Superbat & Batfam, complete. Clark and Dick start a Bruce support group with other batfam and loved ones. Bruce finds out, feels ensue.
I saw dad kiss Santa Claus by Speechless_since_1998 - Superbat & Batfam, complete. Clark dresses up as Santa and kisses Bruce. The kids catch them in the act.
A kindred bond by Nyszu - Superbat, wip. Bruce gets kidnapped by an evil Superman, but is rescued by his Superman. I might have done a happy dance when I saw this fic update again :D :D :D
anything in your life more wonderful by januariat - Timkon, complete. A lovely, smutty Timkon fic :)))))
slow dancing in the dark by scarletazure - Superbat, complete. Omg, I loved this fic SO MUCH. I remember one of the updates happened when I was driving 10+ hours to my parents for the holidays. It was a nice little treat to read at the end of the day to decompress :) Anyway, Bruce and Clark get temporary amnesia, sleep together, get there memories back, but continue to sleep together as a "Friends with Benefits" thing. These fails when they both catch feelings for each other. Shenanigans ensue.
Sure on this shining night by mediant - Superfam, complete. Kara tries to recreate a Kryptonian dish for one of their holidays. It fails, but she gets some help from Martha, as well as some bonding time with Clark and Kon.
flash in the pan by shipyrds - Superbat, complete. Another fic where the whole "Friends with Benefits" thing fails miserably. Clark and Bruce get caught in there civilian personas making out at a gala. They try to do some damage control by fake dating and then an eventual break-up. Feelings ensue.
everybody says shipyrds - Superbat, complete. Bruce gets kidnapped by some aliens that say he's Superman's soulmate, and they want to use him as leverage to get Superman's help. The whole soulmate thing is news to Bruce. Shenanigans ensue.
Place we were made by loosingletters - Batfam, complete. An interesting take on Omegaverse! Omegas can claim territory, so Bruce (an omega) as Batman claims all of Gotham as his territory. Shenanigans ensue.
a diamond sky by TheResurrectionist - Pennywaynes, complete. Pennywaynes my B E L O V E D. From a room full of coral series. A look at Alfred, Thomas, and Martha's relationship in an omegaverse setting.
'Cause Heaven Only Knows by loosingletters, papered_king - Batfam, complete. NECROMANCER JASON NECROMANCER JASON NECROMANCER JASON NECROMANCER JA-
glitter & silk by sparkycap - Batfam, complete. A newly adopted Jason meets some of Bruce's friends after a night out as "Brucie". A neat fic about Bruce being bisexual, hanging out with some lady friends (painting his nails! love!!), and comforting Jason.
So Sweet Saluteth Me by Lishalalalalala - Batfam, complete. A sleep deprived Jason hangs out with Dick and they go to a farmers market. The sleep deprivation is why Jason agrees with Dick to take lunch to Bruce. Yeah, sure :)
bitty batty baby vigilante crew by deargalileo - Batfam, complete. BABY TIM AND STEPH AS VIGILANTES!!!! This causes some minor (major) stress for Batman.
Half in Love by timeturners - Superbat, wip. Another identity porn fic! I'll always read them, you can't stop me!!!
incendiary by pomeloquat - Superbat, complete. Fem Bruce tries to hide her feelings about Clark. This fails. Sexy shenanigans ensue.
Darkest Little Paradise by HaleHathNoFury (My_Trex_has_fleas) - Superbat, complete. It's New Years Eve! Bruce is lonely at a gala and Clark is alone in Metropolis, so they both need someone to kiss to bring in the New Years. Kissing happens, as well as other, lovely smutty things :)))))))))))))
i told you something safe by quidhitch - Superbat, complete. Batman and Superman get injured and pinned down in an explosion with Kryptonite. Clark almost dies. He deals with the realization that he almost dies and the emotions that come with it. Bruce helps.
hold on loosely by TheResurrectionist - Batfam, wip. A 5+1 fic! Five times the batkids get sick and benched and the one time it happens to Bruce.
10 times they slept together, and one time SLEPT TOGETHER by JarJarBlink182 - Superbat, complete. A 10+1 fic! I think the title speaks for itself :)
ship-to-ship combat by pomeloquat - Superbat, complete. THIS FIC!!!!!!!! IT'S FINALLY COMPLETE!!!!!!!!!! If you haven't read it yet, PLEASE give it a read!! An identity porn fic where Clark becomes a fic writer to pay some bills. He writes for the ship Bruceman (Batman/Bruce). Bruce becomes a fan artist for the ship too. SO MUCH SHENANIGANS ENSUE.
The Brothers Wayne by HaleHathNoFury (My_Trex_has_fleas) - Superbat, wip. Bruce Wayne and Wade Wilson (Deadpool) are brothers. NEED I SAY MORE????
Toes in the Sand by minnow_doodle_doo - Batfam, complete. Ngl, I was sobbing at the end of this fic, it was sooo gooood! A peak into the future, where Jason has kids and Bruce is a grandpa :)
Just A Little Bit... by HaleHathNoFury (My_Trex_has_fleas) - Superbat, wip. What if Clark was a little more alien and Bruce (as well as Gotham) was a little more eldritch? The latest chapters have been A TREAT to read!!!
Patchwork Pod by KtKat9 - Superbat, wip. Mer Bruce fic! Connor is getting to know Clark and Mer Tim a bit more. Adorable sheep are involved :)
(Love) Triangles Have Multiple Centers by frozenpotions - Superbat, wip. The latest chapter of this identity porn fic almost had me on the floor laughing, omg. Robin stole the whole chapter for me, he was so ADORABLE and SASSY!
Emergency Contract by Elegitre - Batfam, complete. Tim lists Bruce, his next door neighbor, as his emergency contact, not expecting him to ever be contacted. GUESS WHAT HAPPENS???? :)))))))
a sky of honey by TheResurrectionist - Superbat, wip. More of the omegaverse Superbat fic that I have been OBSESSED about. Jason finally meets Superman. Unfortunately, he was not aware yet that Clark is Superman.
Happy reading!
#weekly fic recs#fic recs#fanfic recs#fanfiction recommendations#superbat#batfam#bruce wayne#clark kent#superman#batman
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REMAKING THE SLENDLR HEIGHT CHART
I have a list of slenderblog heights that I have been steadily updating since the first height chart. If anything is inaccurate or you're not presented, please tell me. I'll make the actual charts when I feel like it.
1'2 - Digital
2'0 - Dawg
3'2 - Defense
4'5 - Alice
4'8 - Annoying
5'1 - Elle/Legally Blonde
5'4 - Discourse
5'5 - Hero
5'5 - Maidenless
5'5 - Transgender
5'6 - Flirtatious Min
5'7 - Cupid
5'8 - Exorcist
5'9 - Lawyer
5'9.25 - Jerma
6'0 - Siren
6'2 - Tapeworm infested
6'4 - Canadian
6'8 - Spade
6'8 - Fakest
6'9 - Club
6'10 - Diamond
6'11 - Author
6'11 - Silk
7'0 - Flower
7'3 - Capitalist
7'5 - Furry
7'6 - Wrath
7'8 - Jester min
8'0 - Eviler
8'4 - Anonymous
8'6 - Flirtatious max
8'7 - Forgetful
8'7 - Self-care
8'7.5 - Sl. Poet
8'8.5 - Tr. Poet
8'9 - Princess
8'10 - Lemon
9'0 - Sp. Poet
9'0 - Pink
9'1 - Prince
9'2 - Benderman
9'5 - Mayhem
9'7 - Aroorchid
10'0 - Robot
11'0 - Absurdly Off.
11'2 - brows
11'11 - Jester max
15'0 - Absurdly Sle.
15'4.5 - Icelandic
16'0 - Absurdly Spl.
20'0 (standing up straight) - Creature
22'0 - Wild
25'0 - Feral
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This year, I managed to participate in the @valenfangs AND @vampirefest's Valentine‘s events! 😅🙌
I have written 28 little ficlets/drabbles/fics, they‘ll be posted daily, and they range from flirty to hot and steamy 😏, nothing too heavy, and all Loustat!
I hope you‘ll enjoy!
“Flowers, fangs and kisses“
Valenfangs 1 - Hot pink // bouquet
Bloody Valentine 1 - First kiss
Valenfangs 2 - Blood kiss // lace
Bloody Valentine 2 - Obsession
Valenfangs 3 - Coffee and chocolates // girl's night // diamond
Bloody Valentine 3 - The drum was my heart
Valenfangs 4 - Monster AU // dating app
Bloody Valentine 4 - You are loved
Valenfangs 5 - Wedding dress // red wine
Bloody Valentine 5 - Fucked up gothic romance
Valenfangs 6 - A walk in the park // picnic // a heart-shaped locket
Bloody Valentine 6 - Joined by a cord
Valenfangs 7 - St. Valentine // pearl necklace and high heels
Bloody Valentine 7 - Love you to death
Valenfangs 8 - Baby's room // rings
Bloody Valentine 8 - The love is equal to the hatred
Valenfangs 9 - Jane Austen // Cupid // unrequited love
Bloody Valentine 9 - In the quiet dark
This is for @thefairylights for her "grotto" prompt!
It just happened that way, hope you like, dear!
Valenfangs 10 - Childhood/high school sweetheart // movie night
Bloody Valentine 10 - Blood of my blood
Valenfangs 11 - "Dance with me" // poetry
Bloody Valentine 11 - For my muse
Valenfangs 12 - Conversation hearts // Shakespeare // fluffy sweater
Bloody Valentine 12 - Haunt me
Valenfangs 13 - Black silk ribbon // serenade
Bloody Valentine 13 - Destined
Valenfangs 14 - Pomegranate seeds // lingerie
Bloody Valentine 14 - For all eternity
(Index)
The post will be updated with the links when posted!
Enjoy!
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Words like daggers
A Night of Fake Smiles and Hidden Lies: Part 5
Author's Note: Firstly, don't worry. This part was already finished some time ago. I'm really trying to keep my promise to take my time with things, but I'm SO proud of this part, so you're getting it now and I will just update the fic how I feel like it after this. Also this part is pretty long so next chapter might take a couple more days so I can catch up.
Astarion and Tav finally enter the ball which is a show of blatant excess. Conversations are had, introductions are made and by the end champagne is splashed in peoples' faces and Astarion unknowingly lets out the most vicious of mockeries. Please enjoy!
Song: Camille Saint-Saëns – Danse Macabre
Pairing: Astarion/Fem!Tav (You)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Lots of swearing, soft mention of SA, people just being dicks...
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Slowly, the two of you made your way down the stairs to the ginormous ballroom.
Dim golden light from giant chandeliers, candles and mage lights everywhere set the atmosphere: warm, inviting, enticing and a bit gloomy; with the promise of darker corners where the light wouldn’t reach.
On the far end to one side of what could only be described as a hall was almost a full orchestra playing and the dancing was already in full swing – the middle of the room wholly reserved for couples twirling and turning. Enchanting melodies filled the room and sometimes the heavenly voice of an elven singer in front of the orchestra, precariously clothed in a white dress, drifted through the crowd.
Opposite the staircase tall windows and doors led outside where more people were standing with a view of the gardens of Herrenfordt Castle in the moonlight. A view so vast, you could see the hilly greens of the estate, then further below and seemingly an eternity away the twinkling lights of the city and the almost invisible in the darkness of the night: the river Chionthar.
And on the other side from the orchestra, you could see huge and widely thrown open doors that led to other rooms and other parts of the mansion. Quite a lot of the guests seemed to disappear into these other rooms but only few seemed to come back, mostly servants were coming from there – carrying trays loaded with more drinks and some with canapés on them. Yet the main ballroom didn’t seem to empty out anytime soon.
All around people were standing as couples or smaller groups: chatting, slandering, laughing, drinking the champagne or eating the food being offered by the many servants passing through the crowd with huge silver trays. Some seemed to be well in their cups already, staggering or sloshing their drinks while talking and gesticulating animatedly. Some couples already seemed very handsy as well – hands wandering deeper from backs to more insolent regions, décolletages emphasised with a carefully placed hand or arched back, spines straightened and shoulders rolled back to look taller and more intimidating.
Gold, diamonds and pearls seemed to be everywhere you looked. Everything and everyone was sparkling in their finery and giving off the aura of careless excess and frivolous debauchery.
Jewels shone from daunting cleavages, signet rings clanked on chalices, flamboyant headpieces swung around during coquettish laughter, deep red lips left stains on crystal glasses and silk shone like liquid in the dim lighting.
An impressive display of languid ignorance and luxurious degeneracy. And it was more than impressive even – it was intimidating.
You gulped as you let your eyes wander over the scenery and the crowd.
“Chin up, my love, we have a right to be here as much as everybody else. And also, you’re the second most beautiful person in this room, my heart”, you heard Astarion joke beside you. You gave him a look from the side as you indeed lifted your head up some more and straightened your back.
Astarion though didn’t look nervous at all. He wholly looked as if he belonged, his face now a display of arrogant boredom. And more than that even: he well looked like he could be the owner and host of all of this.
“You really have a way with backhanded compliments, you know that?”, you replied and looked down at the crowd again. Even more heads were turned towards you now, observing you as you made your entrance to this ball – and accordingly to the high society of Baldur’s Gate. But at least the pale elf at your side had managed to take the edge of your fear in that moment.
“Tell me I’m wrong, love”, Astarion replied and you could see him grin at you when you threw him another glance. “How could I?” And to that the vampire replied with a genuine smile.
As you descended the last couple of steps you could already see a young, male and pretty broad shouldered servant approach you with a tray full of broad rimmed crystal glasses filled with what you assumed must be this champagne people kept talking about – not that you ever tried it.
The servant came closer, an easy and polite smile on his lips. Seemingly, the dress code for the servants from here on out was much more casual: uniforms for men and women consisting of black pants, vests and loose white shirts which for most were only very lazily laced at the top.
“Ah, time for another lesson, my love: when someone hands you a glass of champagne: never decline!”, Astarion whispered to you as the server offered you the tray and you each carefully grabbed a glass. The server with long and loose black hair and slightly greyish skin – you were sure there must be drow in his ancestry - gave you a small wink then turned around to other guests.
You were surprised for a second and looked at Astarion who simply raised his eyebrows: “I told you, you looked incredible.” You shook your head with furrowed brows and took a sip of the sparkling champagne. As you drank you noticed how almost all faces that had previously been watching you had now turned around again. Obviously, the interest had merely been in watching you being presented like a piece of morsel on a silver platter – no one actually had any interest in getting to know you.
The champagne filled your mouth and surprised you with its taste: prickly and sharp but also with a rich sweetness that filled you and warmly eased its way down your throat. You were surprised to say you liked it.
While you drank you let your eyes wander of the crowd and found it quite diverse, but not as diverse as you were used to from your city: many humans and half-elves were present which wasn’t a surprise because they made up a large portion of the city’s overall population. Proportionally many elves were guests even which also wasn’t surprising because many were nobles and mostly represented in the Upper City. Even some tieflings or dragonborns were to be seen but rarely any dwarves, halflings or other races. Which confirmed what you had feared: while the city was generally pretty diverse and inclusive, the high society was elitist and only open too few. The champagne in your mouth tasted suddenly a bit like bile as you thought about that.
But your critical thoughts were soon interrupted by your soulmate. “Oh, what a fine drop. Dear, dear, I wouldn’t be surprised if this champagne wasn’t only older than you, my sweet, but also older than me”, Astarion said after he had taken some sips too. “This must unimaginably expensive”, he continued and let his gaze wander to you just as you had just downed the rest of your glass.
“Tav!”, he shrieked, his voice immediately several octaves higher as you blushed and realised that you had probably gulped down more money’s worth than you had paid for alcoholic beverages so far in your life. “But you said to never decline champagne”, you answered remorsefully. “Yes, decline, I didn’t tell you to down it like a pint of lukewarm beer tasting like piss”, the vampire hissed at you, but you already saw the servant from before approach again, throwing you a wicked smile and letting you swap out your empty glass for a new filled one. You thanked the server with a smile as he winked at you a second time and left again.
“And stop flirting with the staff!”, Astarion spat albeit you could hear that he was only teasing. Still, you were dangerously tempted to stomp on his foot: “I didn’t do anything! You told me to drink the champagne and suddenly I’m doing it all wrong or what? And you dragged me here all dolled up as if you wanted to show me off!” Your tone was half mad, half joking.
The vampire didn’t reply but pulled you in with a smirk by putting one arm around your waist and pulling you to his chest before he said in a tone that wasn’t remorseful at all: “I mean you’re not wrong. Maybe a bit of ‘showing you off’ was part of my plan for the night. Mostly though it was how much I could dress you up to my personal liking.” He grinned seductively at you, his lip darting out to lick over his lips and for a moment you forgot you were in public. You let yourself be kissed by the elf with open lips, your free hand digging into his doublet as the mood turned from your playful bickering to something other.
At least in the back of your mind a voice reminded you that you were very much publicly making out with Astarion. But then you remembered how you already had seen some couples very obviously sneak away to darker and deeper corners of the castle. If you were putting on a show for someone you were at least sure to blend right in with the crowd.
“And by any means, darling”, Astarion whispered to you as he broke the kiss but kept staring at your lips “keep drinking as much champagne as you like. You know people say it’s an aphrodisiac, right?” You blushed but couldn’t reply as the vampire pressed his lips to you again, one of his fangs shortly grazing your bottom lip and making you shiver.
“I’m not carrying you home though when you pass out”, he whispered when he broke the kiss again. You made a face at him although your head was still spinning from the kiss – also you were absolutely sure that he would carry you home if the need arose.
“I’m not carrying you home either, Astarion, just so were both on the same page here”, you replied and stuck your tongue out at him, then turned around. The vampire softly placed his free hand on the small of your back and softly lead you around the enormous ballroom.
You made to walk around the room for a little while, each just sipping on your champagne – Astarion now stealing naughty looks at you whenever you lifted your glass to your lips. Your partner had taken up some of his commentary from earlier as you walked around the room. Pointing out some people he knew and what their dirty laundry was as you kept drinking. Meanwhile the music and the dancing continued. Couples of all combinations entered and danced, those who left looked giddy and flushed. You were actually starting to feel excited to join them later on but for that you felt you had need of a few more glasses of champagne.
And as you were on your third and Astarion on his second glass you were suddenly approached with a subtle cough from the side as you were passing an open door that led outside.
As you looked over you saw a slender half-elf man with dodgy eyes looking at you. When you found his gaze, he cheerfully said: “Ah, you must be Lord and Lady Ancunín! Would you do us all the honours of maybe joining us for a while?”
He motioned towards a small group of people: a beautiful young tiefling woman just as slender as him but with incredibly sad eyes and blue skin that seemed to be his wife, another couple, human, consisting of a man with a bushy beard who seemed way too buff for his doublet and a woman with a dangerously deep neckline and several strands of pearls around her neck who was holding a very furry, small dog, and finally another seemingly a bit older half-elf woman with an incredibly tasteless headpiece with feathers.
You quickly looked at Astarion who looked at you and shrugged before he softly put his hand on your back again to lead you towards the strange little group.
Astarion softly whispered to you: “Remember, if you don’t feel comfortable just elbow them ‘on accident’”- he air quoted, lifting his hand from your back shortly – “and watch what happens before you leave.” You grimaced at him but felt thankful for his quip, nonetheless.
The slender one who had talked to you first introduced everyone while nervously running his hands through is sleeked back hair. You listened to all the fancy long names and titles and immediately forgot them again. But you were sure it didn’t matter anyway.
“Oh my, Lord Ancunín, how have you been hiding for so long from society, hm?”, the lady with the dog said and made eyes at your soulmate while letting one hand wander the rim of her deep cleavage, so obviously not hiding her interest in Astarion. Meanwhile, the dog on her other arm started to snarl and bark at the vampire excessively. The vampire rolled his tongue in his mouth and took a drink of his champagne as his eyes followed her hand riskily wander the outline of her breasts. You immediately felt anger rise up in you at her audacity. The grip on your glass tightened and you were sure your face must’ve immediately slipped.
You saw how Astarion’s nose softly wrinkled in disgust. His eyes jumped back to the lady and bored into her: “I haven’t exactly been hiding from society, I’ve just been otherwise occupied.”
You knew he was playing at being under Cazador’s thumb but dog lady obviously mistook his words. “Shame, really! If I had met you earlier, I would have eaten you right up, my dear”, she replied, chuckled and patted Astarion on the arm – the vampire’s nose scrunched up even more and you felt him tense beside you. He smoothly stepped out of her reach, she let her hand lay on the bare skin of her chest again and kept batting her eyelashes at him. The grip on your glass of champagne tightened even more as you felt like you had entered a den of wolves.
The rest of their little group giggled softly, obviously used to her insolent behaviour. Only the tiefling lady with the sad eyes kept simply drinking from her chalice and looking out longingly at the gardens bathed in silver moonlight.
You suddenly felt the urge to grab Astarion’s hand, so you did. You squeezed his hand reassuringly. He squeezed back a bit and lifted it up shortly to press a kiss to your fingers with a short glance towards you under the judgemental eyes of the rest of the group.
Meanwhile, the dog kept barking at the vampire. “Pomme de terre! Will you be silent for once!”, dog lady shrieked at her puppy and then shook him to silence him, much to your shock and disgust.
Astarion who had just then been taking another sip practically snorted into his glass. He lifted his chin and said with a vicious gleam in his eyes: “Vous avez nommer cet chien ‘pomme de terre’? Vraiment?” Your head turned towards him, brows furrowing – you hadn’t understood a single word of what he’d been saying.
But neither had anyone of the small group of nobles. The broad-shouldered husband of the one addressed simply coughed and emptied his drink. The rest threw each other looks that clearly stated their opinions about the two of you: scum.
“Vous êtes plus stupide que je l’imaginais, bravo!”, Astarion continued as he received only questioning looks in response again and took a deep swig of his champagne with a maliciously mocking grin. The dog kept barking and growling as the group threw each other confused looks once more. The owner of the dog looked definitely displeased by what she at least interpreted correctly as mockery at her expense.
As the silence dragged on, Astarion leaned over to you and quickly whispered to explain: “She called her dog ‘potato’ in another common tongue I am sure she does not know a single word off.”
Then he grinned at you, you grinned back. Of course, he’d be the one to know something like this and be able to call her out on it. You had to be honest: you loved it when Astarion showed off his vast knowledge, especially if it were others on the receiving end.
And you didn’t feel as intimidated anymore: they might think you were beneath them, but you knew they were beneath you – at least in terms of character.
Dog lady looked both of you up and down in a very judgemental way. Her husband motioned towards one of the servants, grabbing two glasses – one for himself and one for his wife who didn’t even look at him while taking the drink from him – and then patting the young man carrying the tray on the chest in thanks. Then silence spread again after Astarion’s mockery. Solely the dog kept barking and started to get on your nerves a little – but who could blame the creature with its bad luck in ownership.
Then suddenly a murmur started to rise through the crowd, especially inside, making everyone’s heads turn. At the top of the stairs stood a tall, blond man, elegantly dressed raising a glass towards the people who clapped and cheered. So, this was probably your mysterious host Lord De Grodt. You grabbed Astarion by his sleeve, but he was occupied with something else.
Astarion used the moment of commotion to bare his teeth and hiss at the dog who immediately stopped barking. He started to whimper and squirm in his owner’s arms, desperate to get away from what had revealed himself as the much bigger predator until the rude lady finally set him down and he could hide behind her skirts.
By the time Astarion had turned around the host had already disappeared again somewhere atop the gallery. The vampire looked quizzically at you but you just waved it off for the moment – you were already occupied enough with the nobles right in front of you.
The group started to talk again but explicitly left you out of the conversation now. Obviously, Astarion’s taunting had moved you down enormously on their list of interests – or rather him. It almost felt like you had been invisible for them from the start; not counting the very first mention.
The lady with the ugly feather headpiece started to talk about how her estate’s upkeep in Neverwinter just kept rising because personnel was just so expensive. She kept waving her hands around and you noticed she was wearing excessively big rings that were just as ugly as her hat.
You threw Astarion a glance who kept staring at the pretentious nobles and weren’t completely sure how to interpret his facial expression. You would have liked to leave but then again… You had overcome more mortal perils than you could tell, you surely wouldn’t shy away from some arrogant assholes. So you took another big sip of champagne and lifted your chin up while you let your free hand wander up Astarion’s back until it laid on his shoulder. He absent-mindedly covered it with his own as he kept staring at the others – his demeanour almost as if he were a cat focusing on the prey in front of him.
The lady with the feather headpiece noticed your gesture and looked at your joint hands on Astarion’s shoulder for a moment. Then her eyes suddenly jumped to yours with a glint in them you couldn’t quite place.
She spoke in a sudden outburst that halted all other conversation: “And so you must be the lord’s…”, she said and gave you a look that immediately gave you the feeling of being naked before her. You couldn’t help but feel intimidated yet again and stayed silent.
“I mean, I would have said wife because you were introduced as Lord and Lady but I didn’t see a ring on either of your hands and nowadays people would bring the staff they’re sleeping with.” She gave an absolutely over the top sort of laugh that made your hairs stand on end. The others joined in with mocking laughter: dog lady lifted her hand to cover her mouth and gave you a mean look. Even the tiefling gave a condescending snarl as you could feel yourself turn a deep shade of red. And you really didn’t like how it seemed the attention had now shifted to you.
“Yes, I mean, can you remember when Lord Levlon brought his ex-wife’s maid when she already had a huge belly? Nobody believed that had happened before the divorce!”, the skittish guy who had first spoken to you said and cackled.
“But don’t worry, my love, seems your beau still seems to be fairly interested in you – even though let’s see how long. Don’t take it personal but you don’t seem to be of the same standing as everyone else”, said feather hat. Your gaze snapped to hers as you felt you lost grip on the situation. They all suddenly seemed to close in on you.
“Men are so quickly captivated by a pair of young and perky breasts until they realise there’s no brain to go with the tits”, dog lady continued and placed her hand on her cleavage again and arched an eyebrow at you while smirking – as if that were the case for her.
“But do not be worried. If your lover here gets you knocked up, he’ll probably pay generous amounts of gold to keep you quiet and the child hidden”, skittish guy said with a vicious grin at you.
Astarion stared at everyone, his fingers over yours squeezing them as he was fuming with rage, almost hurting you.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to say anything but rather that he didn’t trust himself to not rip them up in front of all the other guests if he dared so much as move a single finger. His brows were drawn together so much in anger, the wrinkle between them seemed impossibly deep.
“They always pay to cover up their shame”, beard guy said and downed the rest of his champagne in one go and waved for the young male servant again.
“It’s always the same, honestly”, dog lady sighed theatrically “the most beautiful ones only tend to think with their cock and the tacky little sluts seize the oppor-“
“STOP TALKING TO US LIKE THAT, BITCH!”, you screamed in a sudden outburst, burning with rage and before you could think better of it you threw the rest of your champagne in the face of this wretched woman. She gasped but was obviously dumbfounded by your short circuit reaction.
You knew your face must be fire red. You didn’t shout loud enough to raise your voice above the rest of the party, but people around surely started to raise eyebrows, turn their gaze and shake their heads.
“My, would you listen to the mouth on that thing”, the tiefling woman said with an incredibly disgusted face. The first thing she said since you had been standing there and it was to mock you. That finally made Astarion snap out of his blind rage enough to react.
The vampire downed the rest of his champagne then set down the crystal glass down so hard it cracked on the tray of the servant who had just come over and now awkwardly stood beside him and beard guy as the drama unfolded. The vampire let go of your fingers and your hand fell weakly to your side again.
“Oh, you should better fucking listen, indeed, darling”, he growled. “Because that’s quite the attitude for someone whose husband fucks a woman so tasteless, she wears dresses her tits almost fall out of”, Astarion continued and let his gaze wander to dog lady whose mouth immediately formed a surprised O.
The tiefling woman stared at Astarion in shock as her skittish husband became somehow even more skittish and started to open and close his mouth soundlessly like a fish and helplessly flailing his arms – confirming Astarion’s words without having to speak.
“Oh, you hadn’t known yet? Pity, maybe if you stopped staring off into the distance you would have noticed how they kept looking at each other and licked their lips”, the vampire went on with a huge and unfriendly grin now splitting his face. Then his gaze went back to the dog woman.
Meanwhile, your jaw almost dropped as you kept listening to him. More people around you started to turn around, some gasped as you had certainly become a centre of attention now. Murmurs rose around you.
“I wonder why though you felt like you needed to downgrade yourself so much. Ah, but maybe it’s because your husband so obviously has a thing for the male servers here and keeps making them uncomfortable with his gazes and touches”, Astarion snarled. The servant beside him gasped and then quickly turned on his heel and left.
The group was dead silent now. Only feather hat was snickering nastily. But then the vampire’s gaze fell on her: “Oh and don’t think you’ll leave as the gracious one here. The estate you pretend you’re owning in Neverwinter? It has been knocked down for decades. Maybe do better research if you’re only pretending to be rich. And get better replica rings, a blind person could tell you these are fake, dear.”
Now everyone was silent, you could only stare at your soulmate who had absolutely verbally decimated this group of pretentious nobles. But there was one final blow to be dealt.
“None of you seem to have a brain to go with anything, really – except for how much you all deserve each other’s vile company. Ah, and maybe some gold and a title that once meant something – but watch how quickly that turns to dust when you miserably rot alone”, Astarion finished with a hiss and cocked an eyebrow at the round before he gave a vicious version of his best signature smirk.
They simply stared at him as he then gave a curt but elegant bow and turned to you: “My sweet, beautiful, smart and wonderful darling, would you like to leave now? I fear we’ll only get dumber if we stay here.” He offered you his hand which you gratefully took and smiled at his compliments.
You both turned around to go back inside.
“You BITCH”, you heard as you walked away – followed by a loud smack and different screams of pain, shock and anger. More shouts and smacking sounds followed; you could hear the dog barking again. Seemingly a fight had broken out.
You didn’t look back, you just threw Astarion a glance who smiled at you wickedly. A mirroring smile slowly crept onto your face as you kept looking at your partner in crime.
“That was so much better than just elbowing them”, you said to Astarion as your wicked grin grew broader.
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Navigating Twst JP & JP-EN Term Listing (Updated)
Dorm & Character JP Name Abbreviation and Emoji Index
Heartslabyul > 🃏 ビュル
Riddle Rosehearts > 🌹 リド
Ace Trappola > ❤️ エー
Deuce Spade > ♠️ デュ
Trey Clover > ♣️ トレ
Cater Diamond > ♦️ ケイ
Savanaclaw > 🏜️ サバナ
Leona Kingscholar > 🦁 レオ
Ruggie Bucchi > 🐆 / 🍩 ラギ
Jack Howl > 🐺 ジャク
Octavinelle > 🐚 オクタ
Azul Ashengrotto > 🐙 アズ
Jade Leech > 🐬 ジェイ
Floyd Leech > 🦈 フロ
Tweels > イド
Scarabia > 🕌 / 🧞♂️ スカラ
Kalim Al-Asim > 🦂 / ☀️ / 🦦 カリ
Jamil Viper > 🐍 ジャミ
Pomefiore > 🍏 / 👸 ポメ
Vil Schoenheit > 👑 ヴィ(ル)
Rook Hunt > 🏹 ルク
Epel Felmier > 🍎 エペ
Ignihyde > ⚙️ / 🔥 イグニ
Idia Shroud > 💀 イデ
Ortho Shroud > 🤖 オル
Diasomnia > 🐉 ディア
Malleus Draconia > 🐲 マレ
Lilia Vanrouge > 🦇 リリ
Silver > ⚔️ シル
Sebek Zigvolt > ⚡ セベ
Ramshackle > 👻 オンボロ
Prefect > 🌸 / 🦐 / 🍊 (♀️/🚺 or ♂️/🚹 will sometimes follow) 監 / ユウ
Enma Yuuken > 🦞 コミ監
Grim > 🐱 / 🐈⬛ グリ
NRC Staff > 🎓 / 🐦 NRC(の)職員
Dire Crowley > 🎭 クロ
Divus Crewel > ⚗️ / 🐶 クル
Mozus Trein > 📚 / 📖 モゼ
Ashton Vargas > 💪 バル
Sam > ☠️ / 🎩 サム
Lucius > 🐾 ルチウス
Others
Rollo > 🔔 ロロ
Fellow > 🦊 フェロ
Gidel > 🔨 ギデル
Baul > 🐊 バウル
Che’nya > 😺 チェーニャ
Cheka > 🧶 チェカ
Neige > ❄️ ネイジュ
Ambrose > 🧙 ア ン
Najma > 💫 ナジュ(マ)
Marja > マルヤ
Dylla > ディラ
Kifaji > キファジ
Maleanor > マレノア
Ace’s older brother > 兄ッポラ
Farena > ファレ
Glossary
The following list is in no way all-inclusive. I will do my utmost to update this section as the EN server progresses in story and translations become known.
(If I’ve overlooked anything, don’t hesitate to message me about it!)
Night Raven College
Mage Training Academy - “Wizarding Boarding School” (lit., no one uses this term, though)
Headmage - Headmaster
Housewarden - Dorm Head, Dorm Leader
Vice Housewarden - Vice Dorm Head, Vice Dorm Leader
History of Magic - Magic History
Flight - Flying
Freshman/Sophomore/Junior(/Senior) - First-/Second-/Third-(/Fourth-)Year
Potionology - Potions
Flora Element - Tree Element
Cosmic Element - Null Element
Objects and Activities
Thaumarks - Madol (Magic Dollars)
There is no equivalent for “Sorcents” in the original canon, as Madol more closely converts to Japanese yen, whereas Thaumarks seem to reflect United States dollar values. The “cent” of Japanese currency (sen) has been obsolete for decades.
Blastcycles - Magicwheel
Spelldrive - Magift (Magic Shift)
Locations, Countries, and Regions
Queendom of Roses - Rose Kingdom
Shaftlands - Land of Pyroxene (Pyroxene)
Harveston - Village of Harvest
Sunset Savanna - Afterglow Savannah
Island of Woe - Island of Lamentation
Briar Valley - Valley of Thorns
Fleur City - City of Flowers
Event Names
Culinary Crucible - Master Chef
Beanfest - Happy Beans Day
Joint Exams - Unified Exams
The Phantom Bride - Ghost Marriage
Wish Upon A Star - Dance and Wishes
Camp Vargas - Vargas Camp
(A Twisted Halloween) Terror is Trending - (Scary Monsters) Screaming Halloween Show
(A Twisted Halloween) Spectral Soiree - (Scary Monsters) Endless Halloween Night
A Firelit Sky Over the Sands - Scalding Sands's Al'ab Nariya
Harveston's Sledathon - Harveston's Kelkkarotu
Twisted Tsumderland - Welcome to Tsumsted Wonderland
Fairy Gala Remix - Fairy Gala If
Limited Card Names
Apprentice Chef - Chef-in-Training
Suitor Suit - Groom-for-a-Day
Starry Robes - Star-sending Robes
Halloween - Scary Dress
Silk Adorned - Jasmine (Yasmina) Silk
Applepom - Apple Boa
Tsumsitter - Tsumsted
New Year's Attire - New Year's Yukata
Masquerade - Masquerade Dress
Birthday Boy - Birthday Suit-Up
Birthday Jacket - Union Birthday
Birthday Bloom - Bloom (Broom) Birthday
All club outfits - Club Wear
JP Monikers ~ Floyd
(Floyd uses specific suffixes depending on his perceived relationship with individuals–i.e., diminutive/pejorative/etc.)
MC = Shrimp (koebi)
Grim = Seal (azarashi)
Riddle = Goldfish (kingyo)
Ace = Crab (kani)
Deuce = Mackerel (saba)
Trey = Sea Turtle (umigame)
Cater = Sea Bass (hanadai)
Leona = Sea Lion (todo)
Ruggie = Remora (kobanzame) [changed in EN]
Jack = Sea Urchin (uni)
Kalim = Otter (rakko)
Jamil = Sea Snake (umihebi)
Vil = Beta Fish (beta)
Rook = Seagull (umineko)
Epel = Guppy (guppi)
Idia = Firefly Squid (hotaruika)
Ortho = Sea Angel (kurione)
Malleus = Sea Slug (umiushi)
Lilia = Flapjack Octopus (mentako) [changed in EN]
Silver = Jellyfish (kurage)
Sebek = Crocodile (wani)*
Crowley = Manta Ray (manta)
Crewel = Striped Beakfish (ishidai)
Trein = Red Squid (akaika)
Vargas = Lobster (robusutaa)
Sam = Seahorse (umiuma)
Fellow = Foxfish (kitsunebera)
Gidel = Cat Shark (nekozame)
*Leona also refers to him as a “crocodile”
JP Monikers ~ Rook
Rook uses a combination of Japanese, French, and English variously; I have attempted to render the names in the simplest manner possible. (Those with names I cannot find in-game at the time of posting are marked accordingly and will hopefully be updated in the future.)
MC = Trickster
Grim = Monsieur Hirsute (Mister Shaggy)
Riddle = Roi de Roses (King of Roses)
Ace = Monsieur Heart (Mister Heart)
Deuce = Monsieur Spade (Mister Spade)
Trey = Chevalier de Roses (Rose Knight)
Cater = Monsieur Magicam (Mister Magicam)
Leona = Roi de Leon (King of Lions)
Ruggie = Monsieur Tanpopo (Mister Dandelion)
Jack = Monsieur Tough Guy (Mister Tough Guy)
Azul = Roi d’Effort (King of Effort)
Jade = Monsieur Mastermind^ (Mister Mastermind)
Floyd = Monsieur Yukaihan (Mister Joyous Offender)
Kalim = Roi d’Or (King of Gold)
Jamil = Monsieur Multi (Mister Multi)
Vil = Roi de Poison (King of Poison)
Epel = Monsieur Himeringo (Mister Lady Apple)
Idia = Roi de Ta Chambre (King of [Your] Room)
Ortho = Monsieur Doll (Mister Doll), “Miracle Boy”^
Malleus = Roi de Dragon (King of Dragons)
Lilia = Monsieur Curiosity^ (Mister Curiosity)
Silver = Monsieur Sleepyhead^ (Mister Sleepyhead)
Sebek = Monsieur Crocodile^ (Mister Crocodile)
Sam = Monsieur Mysterious (Mister Mysterious)
Rollo = Monsieur du Mouchoir (Mister Handkerchief)
Monikers ~ Other/General
・MC > Malleus ~ Hornton - Tsunotarou
・Malleus > Humans ~ Child of Man (hito no ko)
・Leona > Azul ~ Tako-yarou
・Leona > Idia ~ Kaiware daikon
・Leona > Humans ~ “Herbivore”
>>> Additionally, Leona often tags -yarou onto names when speaking of people he doesn’t think highly of
・Vil > Sebek ~ “Cucumber”
・Sebek > Malleus ~ Young Master (waka-sama)
・Cheka > Leona ~ Unca’ Leona - (Leona-)ojitan
・Neige > Vil ~ Vi-kun
・Vil > a great many students his junior ~ “Potato”
・Crewel > Students ~ “Puppies” (koinu-domo)
・Rollo > Trein ~ “Professor Mozus” (Mozus-sensei)
・Sam > Customers/Students > Little Imp ~ lit. “Little Demon” (ko-oni)
>>> Sam sometimes will add a descriptor to distinguish between “demons”–examples being Kalim’s kin no oni and Rook’s okappa oni
Unique Magic (Signature Spells)
Below is a comprehensive list of romanized furigana (that is, the intended/spoken) readings of Unique Magic names as they appear in the original Japanese version of the game.
Riddle Rosehearts - Off With Your Head
Deuce Spade - Bet the Limit
Cater Diamond - Split Card
Trey Clover - Doodle Suit
Leona Kingscholar - King’s Roar
Jack Howl - Unleash the Beast
Ruggie Bucchi - Laugh With Me
Azul Ashengrotto - It’s A Deal
Jade Leech - Shock The Heart
Floyd Leech - Bind The Heart
Kalim Al-Asim - Oasis Maker
Jamil Viper - Snake Whisper
Vil Schoenheit - Fairest One Of All
Epel Felmier - Sleep Kiss
Rook Hunt - I See You
Idia Shroud - Gate To The Underworld
Malleus Draconia - Fae of Maleficence
Silver - Meet In A Dream
Sebek Zigvolt - Living Bolt
Lilia Vanrouge - Far Cry Cradle
Rollo Flamme - Dark Fire
Fellow Honest - Life is Fun
Other Notes
+ Che’nya’s full name is rendered differently between the EN and JP versions.
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I am so insane about this AU I made a moodboard for it. If anyone knows how to make the quality unfucked, hit me up please. Èze bit is already halfway cooked.
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second part
"Do you usually take all of your interns here?" Daniel asks doubtfully. He is wearing a silk shirt under the blazer. On his hands, he is not only wearing the usual wedding band but four other diamond rings. The Harry Winston one, sapphire set in diamonds on his right ring finger, is his favourite. A gift from Max for their third anniversary. He wears it only for special occasions.
Max furrows his eyebrows when he sees it shining brightly in the restaurant's lights. A dinner with an intern is not a special occasion.
"Marais is the place for youngsters." Max shrugs. Daniel's answering laugh is too loud. It makes him cringe a little.
"Youngsters, oh my god, Maxy," he shakes his head disapprovingly. "You're too young to talk like this."
"Not again with the age talk." Max snaps, can't help but remember how Daniel looked in the dim light of their bedroom when he said China might be his last chance. "Besides, what's wrong with Marais? I thought you liked it."
Daniel looks like he belongs here, anyway, with his tanned skin and designer clothes.
Before he can answer, Max's phone beeps, and he stands up to find their guest in front of the restaurant. When they arrive at the table, she is shocked to see Daniel already sitting there.
"Your excellency," she says, her voice rough with nervousness. "I did not know you would be here."
Daniel smiles broadly, shaking her hand. "Please call me Daniel. I hope I won't be interrupting."
She blushes a bit, amazed. "No, of course not, your exce- Daniel, I mean." She sits down when Max pulls the chair for her. "I am Anne; it's a pleasure to meet you."
"Let's switch to English," Max proposes, even though Anne's French is immaculate. He doesn't like talking to Daniel in French, only connects it to work in his head.
Daniel knows this, but it doesn't stop him from smirking at Anne. "It's because he thinks my French sucks," he tells her, this time in English.
Max flips a page of the menu, not taking his eyes off it. "Don't take him too seriously," he tells Anne in Dutch. She keeps looking at them with wide eyes like she can't believe she had the luck to see this. She has heard many stories about them in the office and back home at uni, the rockstars of Parisian diplomatic life. Now, a bantering couple having dinner on a busy Friday night.
Daniel knows enough Dutch by now not to be sidetracked. "Oh, yes, Anne, please do not take me seriously at all! I am here only for the oysters and gossip."
Anne laughs lightly, closing the menu. "I fear I won't be very helpful in the gossip area."
"Oh no, I'd like to hear everything! Is he quite dreadful? Does he make you triple-check the daily update for the ministry? Do you still have to send him the media digest every morning? Did you know he subscribes to four different types of newspaper and refuses to go to bed without finishing the crossword in each of them?"
Max scoffs while Anne shakes her head. "No - I enjoy my tasks," she says, sneaking a look at Max. She doesn't want to seem like she is trying to kiss his ass. "I like that we actually get to do the real work. I mean, it's great to see that someone thinks I am able to do more than just take the minutes."
Daniel sees the soft blush coating her cheeks and looks at Max, who is smiling at her. He is shocked to see it's his genuine smile, not the one he uses at work.
"I heard those stories, yeah." he nods. Daniel doesn't like managing his interns, makes the chef of the protocol do it. Max, however, likes being close to his staff. Daniel privately thinks it's just a way to control them better.
"It's even worse as a woman, I think," she continues, more confidently now that they seem interested in what she has to say. "In Cairo, they wouldn't let us do anything else than make coffee and filter the mail. The ambassador told us only the men had access to the conference rooms."
Max furrows his brows, leaning closer to her subconsciously. "What?" he barks out.
The unexpected reaction makes her freeze. Daniel sees the moment when it dawns on her, a shadow setting on her face. She has never connected the dots, and it got away. She did not realize that the ambassador in Egypt shares a surname with her current boss.
Daniel clears his throat. "I wouldn't let my interns make me coffee, Anne, that's for sure. Nobody knows how to make it properly for me, not even my husband," he says with a big smile, kicking Max's foot under the table.
Max blinks, still waiting for more words to come out of Anne's mouth. The distraction doesn't work; both of them awkwardly quiet. The waiter comes out of nowhere as if he felt they needed something to save them from the sticky situation.
Daniel orders twelve oysters and only then Max snaps out of it. "You can't be fucking serious-" he mutters, kicking him back.
"I bet Anne will split with me, right?" he winks at her and she smiles thankfully, nodding. Thank you, she mouths while Max is ordering for himself.
Max can feel Daniel's phone vibrating in his pocket, the constant buzz audible even over the loud chatter in the background. Daniel makes no move to answer it. Instead, he moves to top up their glasses with more wine, smiling broadly at Anne. When he sits back down, he squeezes Max's knee, waiting until Max squeezes his hand back before moving it away.
Max insists they walk home after dinner. They are quiet for a while, the sounds of the streets distracting enough.
"You really like the kid," Daniel says eventually.
Max nods. "She asked me to be her mentor, actually." Daniel hums. The request is nothing extraordinary. Everyone wants to get mentored by the best. "I think I'm going to say yes."
Daniel raises an eyebrow at him, tonight full of surprises. He has never agreed to do that before.
"I also thought I would invite her to Èze with us. What do you think?"
"Èze?" he stutters, shocked. Èze is for the closest friends. And Charles, Max would always add begrudgingly. He would rather eat an oyster than count Charles into his 'closest friends circle'.
Max furrows his brows in confusion. "You don't like her?"
Daniel shakes his head. "You've never done this, that's all."
Max is walking a bit faster now, shrugging his shoulders. "I thought it would give me something to do, y'know. In Beijing or whatever. I was thinking about it and - yeah, I could mentor the kids and write a memoir. That way, I wouldn't be so bored."
This is not the first time Max has mentioned wanting to write a biography. Daniel tried to persuade him that writing a memoir at 25 is a bit too cocky, even for someone like Max.
This is, however, the first time Max mentioned Beijing since Daniel's big revelation.
He is not ready to have that conversation yet, so instead, he asks him what's been bothering him throughout the night.
"Your father-"
"Don't." Max stops him before he can breathe in, holding his palm up. Max's father has been a taboo in their household since The Catastrophe. And because The Catastrophe was the reason why Max moved out of their flat for two months, the only time when Daniel used the word 'divorce' and Max couldn't stop talking about jealousy and holding grudges, he lets it go.
Daniel rolls his eyes but takes Max's hand in his. "Invite her to Èze. Pierre is also bringing an intern, so she won't be alone."
Max hums, squeezing his palm as a silent thank you.
At home, Max is brushing his teeth when the DHoM calls. He spits out the foam and rolls his eyes. A call on a Friday night has never been a good sign.
"The President cancelled the visit of the Netherlands, I am afraid," she says, straight to the subject, just as Max has urged her to do every time.
"What? Why?" He spent weeks trying to negotiate the visit. The preparations started five weeks ago.
"They did not give me an official reason. But David told me, in confidence, of course, that they've added Australia to his Pacific tour. The submarines are long forgotten."
Max paces in the bathroom for a few minutes after hanging up.
When he finally enters the bedroom, Daniel doesn't even have the decency to look guilty.
"You've seen the dates of the visit in my diary." he accuses him, a thunderstorm in his eyes.
Daniel knows what he is talking about. Of course he does. He is just glad Max did not get the call while they were still in the restaurant. "How was I supposed to know they would cancel instead of postponing?" Max is breathing fire by now, but Daniel isn’t wearing his glasses so all he sees is a figure that could be his husband but also could be a very handsome burglar.
Max waves a finger in his face, looking menacing, even when wearing nothing but his sleeping shorts. He knows Daniel is full of shit. "You should have had the decency to inform my office."
Daniel has the nerve to roll away from him. "No work talk in the bedroom."
Max grinds his teeth together and grabs the duvet, rolling it up into a ball and throwing it at shocked Daniel. "Then get the fuck out." He also throws the pillow, his finger pointing to the living room. Daniel huffs but stands up and gets out of the bedroom nevertheless.
In the morning, Daniel's back is fucked from sleeping on the couch, and he spits a few harsh words in the general direction of Max's still-sleeping figure. When he returns from the market, Max is sitting at the kitchen table with a tea in his hands. He blinks a few times to make the morning fog disappear and is only partly successful. Daniel is sheepishly holding ten teddy bear sunflowers in his hands.
Max lets Daniel kiss him with a soft apology, standing up to get the vase. "Your coffee is next to the toaster!" he says before turning around. He misses how Daniel's face glows up, smile small and real and only for Max.
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Woven Threads and Winding Roads (Pt 1&2)
Book: Blades of Light and Shadow
Pairing: Tyril x f!human!MC (Raine)
Words: 2.2K
Ratings/Warnings: General; mention of (Nesper) pregnancy
Summary: Five times Tyril attempts to braid Raine’s hair; and one time those threads begin to come together again as they should.
A/N: Written as a gift for @thosehallowedhalls as a part of the Choices Secret Admirer event! It was such a delight to write for BOLAS again. Also participating in Choices February 2024 with the prompts Eros, Philia, and Pragma. Thank you Caro for letting me borrow your lovely Raine! 🌷🎀
Raine bit down on a laugh as Tyril strode into their bedroom, a scowl biting deep into the angular lines of his face. She rose to meet him, settling a hand against his cheek.
‘There’s the frown I fell in love with,’ she teased, laughter bubbling out of her as his brow furrowed further at her words. ‘We’ve had so little to trouble us these past few weeks — I was beginning to worry you’d forgotten how to brood.’
‘I am not brooding,’ Tyril brooded.
He sighed, wrapping his arms around her waist, closing his eyes and leaning into the kiss she pressed to his jaw.
‘Thank the stars Adrina has the stomach for these tiresome nobles and their courtly swill. The entire Venesterium seems determined to vex me. The sooner we escape this evening’s ball, the better.’
Raine grinned. ‘Mal and Imtura have been rubbing off on you.’
Tyril’s eyes snapped open. ‘How dare you.’
‘They have!’
‘I… forgive me.’ Tyril paused, stepping back to take in the sweep of silver-blue silk swathing Raine from head to toe. His face softened. ‘Here I am complaining about the nobility, when I should be telling you how utterly radiant you look. You are dazzling spring water beneath the noonday sun, a pure vision of Bakshi come to life. You are the very stars themselves, beloved.’
Raine’s chest glowed. She tangled her fingers with his, swishing her shoulders back and forth.
‘Look,’ she said proudly. ‘My dress has a cape!’
Tyril chuckled.
They were still getting used to life in Undermount. To peace.
To not being woken by Imtura’s snores, or the quiet cadence of Nia’s morning prayers; to the soft bed linens they’d traded up from hard-packed earth; to days that held no more danger than social faux pas and politics, instead of threats to their lives, to their friends, to the realm itself.
Well. Realms, plural, Raine thought.
All that time running back and forth across not one but two different planes hadn’t exactly left much time for updating her wardrobe — that, at least, was one aspect of their new life together that Raine had quickly adapted to. Every last seamstress and tailor in Undermount was vying for House Starfury’s patronage. Raine had wasted no time taking advantage.
‘You’re looking rather handsome yourself,’ she told Tyril, running her fingers over the ornate metalwork embellishing his robes. ‘What’s all this?’
Tyril’s face flattened into a frown again.
‘Adrina’s doing,’ he groused. ‘House Starfury has been steadily regaining our former standing. Our coffers are stable, our contracts are shoring up, Father has been able to rehire the staff he let go with considerable bonuses. My dear sister, in all her brilliance, has decided that means I needed to look suitably ludicrous for our re-entry into elven courtly society.’
‘I think you look lovely.’
Tyril’s face pinched in distaste. ‘Have you seen the size of this ring? It’s a House Starfury heirloom.’
Tyril flapped his hand before Raine’s face — rather unnecessarily, in all honesty; there was little chance she’d have missed seeing the ring, given that it was the size of a small continent. There, on his left pointer finger, was a sparkling affair of curlicued silver and diamond, set with a sapphire so immense, its sale could have supported the entire population of Riverbend for a solid year or more.
‘Can you imagine what our roguish friend would say if he took one look at me in this get—up?’
‘Mal would call you a prissy elf boy and probably wet himself from laughter, yes.’ Raine pursed her lips, trying not to grin. ‘I take it Undermount’s finery and flattery isn’t to your liking any more, then?’
‘The flattery never was,’ Tyril said, his eyes trained on Raine as she slipped into a seat at the vanity and finished applying a kohl liner to her eyes. ‘The fineries?’ He hummed thoughtfully. ‘I’ll admit, the novelty of clean sheets and dry boots is wearing off faster than I’d expected.’
He stepped up behind her to run a brush through the silken gold of her hair.
Raine closed her eyes, leaning into his touch, remembering for a moment the mornings Nia had done the same. She had no problem braiding her own hair, of course, but sometimes she and Nia had helped each other tease away the tangles and road-dirt, fixing one another’s hair in readiness for travel and combat.
It had grounded them both. Anchored them in the present, in the living pulse of their Light. Soothed them on the days when the darkness was too heavy to speak through.
Raine met Tyril’s piercing, blue gaze in the mirror over her shoulder. He raised a brow in silent question.
‘Would… would you braid my hair for me?’
A soft smile lit his face.
‘Whatever you would have of me, I would give to you.’
The minutes passed in silence as Raine gave herself over to the gentle touch of her lover’s hands. He’d almost finished a passable —if slightly uneven— braid, when his ring snagged on her hair, pulling a section loose at the front.
‘Drat! Apologies, this ring is impossible. I’ve never seen a piece of jewellery so cumbersome — Gods forbid it’s wearer deign to lift a finger to do anything for themselves. Though, I suppose that’s rather the point, isn’t it?’ Tyril clicked his tongue. ‘I haven’t the faintest idea how I am supposed to hold a sword with this monstrosity on my finger.’
‘Tyril…’ Raine caught his hand, holding his gaze for a long moment. ‘You don’t need to anymore.’
‘Oh.’ His eyes grew round, unguarded. ‘I suppose you are right. Yes, I don’t… right.’
Standing, Raine fixed the end of the braid with a simple leather band.
‘You’ve no wish to fix the snag?’
‘No, it’s fine. I rather like it.’ Raine glanced at the fall of hair that had tugged loose. ‘We don’t want to be too put together for the smarmy nobles, do we?’
‘We do not.’ Tyril cupped Raine’s face, his thumb sweeping over her cheekbone, sighing fondly. ‘You are exquisite, Raine. Do you know that? You are perfect. Celestial. I almost want to keep you all for myself. You know… we could just stay here, tonight.’
Laughing, Raine swatted at Tyril as his gaze grew hooded.
‘Tyril!’
She was rewarded with the sight of one of his rare and dazzling smiles. A secret sight, just for the two of them. It still caught her stomach up in swooping knots every time Tyril smiled.
‘Fine,’ he said, warmly, ‘let us away. But we are leaving as soon as the dessert courses are over.’
Raine’s hand found his.
‘Deal.’
‘Why do you get a cool half-cape?’ Raine grumbled, as they wound their way through the cool expanse of the public gardens. ‘I want a cool half-cape. Instead I get idiotic, too-long sleeves.’
Tyril’s face remained impassive as he nodded at a passing head of house; the gardens were bustling this morning, the lush greenery offering a cool respite from the late-spring sun. Raine greeted the elf in kind with a cordial wave —or, she tried to— the gesture botched by the yards of gauzy fabric tangling about her hands.
‘I hate everything!’ she shrieked under her breath. ‘I am this close’ —Raine raised a hand, snarled when her sleeves got in the way again, flailed her arms about until her hands were free, and pinched her thumb and forefinger before Tyril’s nose— ‘to ripping these awful sleeves off and shoving them into that fountain.’
Tyril smiled, tucking his hand against the small of her back and steering her neatly away from the aforementioned fountain. They walked instead toward a cluster of chatting nobles whom Tyril would rather have avoided, but knew he ought to greet.
‘Adrina is close to closing a significant contract with House Moonchaser,’ Tyril said quietly as they neared. ‘It would be a shame to offend their head of house by destroying the gift she bestowed upon you. Damaging such a gift would be perceived as a deliberate snub.’
‘Godsdamn it all to the blackest reaches of the Three Hel— ah, that is— hello, Lord Frostcrow! Yes, the gardens are looking splendid this morning, you are quite right.’
Their welcome ball had been pleasant enough. Raine had bewitched the gathered masses with her effortless radiance —not that Tyril was surprised; his lover stole his breath with every passing heartbeat— though none had been more taken with her beauty than the Lady of House Moonchaser. The elven matriarch had insisted on gifting Raine a custom-made dress from her personal seamstress as a show of welcome from their House.
It had been delivered late that morning — a heavy concoction of lurid pink velvet and silver embellishments, complete with decorative pearls, ribbons, and something Raine had described as “a headache masquerading as fashion” to be woven into her hair to match.
Raine had thought the whole thing garish… but, it would do well to be seen wearing the garment publicly at least once, so here they were.
Tyril had tried his hand at braiding her hair again that morning. Raine had humoured his attempts —there was something intimate and tender in their stolen moments of quiet together as he worked the ribbons through her hair— and for a time, he’d been rather proud of his efforts.
At least, until they’d made the journey from their small manor in the hills and into Undermount proper, and the whole thing had begun to unravel under all the weight. The imperfection irked him. Damn it all, he wouldn’t stop until he was the single most talented personal hair stylist in all of Undermount!
‘Stupid elven politics,’ Raine muttered, blowing a strand of hair from her face as they continued on with their stroll. ‘I look ridiculous. I’ve slept in war tents with less fabric than this dress. How am I supposed to defend myself in a swordfight with these sleeves?’
‘Were you not the one reprimanding me for my obstinate refusal to relax?’ Smiling, Tyril dropped a gentle kiss to the top of Raine’s head. The braid sagged a little further. ‘Perhaps you might take your own advice. We are safe, beloved. There aren’t any agents from the Ash Empire hiding under the magnolias, waiting to ambush us the moment we—’
‘A MISSIVE! A MISSIVE FOR YOU, LORD STARFURY!’
Heart in his throat, Tyril spun on instinct to find the point of his dagger hovering mere inches from the face of a wide-eyed courier. Beside him, Light crackled in Raine’s palms, her stance poised to strike, her expression nothing short of thunderous.
‘Apologies!’ The courier squeaked. He pinched an envelope between his trembling fingers, prodding it meekly toward them as the colour drained from his face.
Sighing, Tyril flicked his wrist in a practised motion; the dagger slid smoothly from his palm to tuck itself inconspicuously in his shirtsleeve.
He really ought to thank Mal for showing him that particular trick, Tyril thought. He wouldn’t, of course, on account of that would mean actually thanking Mal for something, but the gratitude was there all the same.
He tugged the letter from the courier’s hand. The shiny, wax seal bore a small paw-print in the centre.
‘An urgent missive from the most humble Threep Percivacurus Pompedorfin and the magnanimous Loola Coriandropolis Dupopodolis, dispatched via high-speed drake-courier service out of Whitetower,’ the courier recited breathlessly. He swayed on his feet.
‘I think you should go and sit down for a minute or two, buddy,’ Raine told him, clapping a hand on his shoulder. ‘Drink some water, catch your breath. Maybe have a think about whether or not it’s a good idea to sneak up behind people who were recently involved in the harrowing trauma of saving the entire Godsdamned realm from certain doom and yelling at them, you know. Turn that one over in your head a couple times.’
‘That— I— yes. Sound advice, my lady.’
Bowing stiffly, the courier departed, tripping over his own feet in his haste to get away.
‘By the Light,’ Raine muttered. She sounded as tired as Tyril felt.
‘Every day I think to myself, “the general populace couldn’t possibly grow any more dense”,’ Tyril murmured, watching the terrified courier wobble away, ‘and every day, they find new and fascinating ways to prove me wrong.’
‘Um… Tyril?’
Caught by the horror in her tone, Tyril turned to see a sheepish Raine inspecting her hands. Two smoking, fist-sized holes burned clean through the trailing sleeves of her dress.
She winced. ‘Just how important was that contract with House Moonchaser, again?’
Feeling a headache coming on, Tyril scanned Threep’s letter. His mouth dropped open.
‘Oh! Never mind that — Raine! Threep and Loola are expecting!’
Raine clutched at his hands, giddiness sparkling in her eyes. She squealed.
‘You’re joking. Baby nespers?! How adorable!’ Her eyes bugged in her head. ‘Oh, Gods, wait. An army of Threeps…’
The budding warmth in Tyril’s chest flipped to alarm. ‘Oh no… Oh, we need to start stocking the larder, yesterday.’
Stricken, Raine nodded. ‘I’ll place an order for a few bushels of dried anchovies.’
‘Whatever number you are thinking,’ Tyril said, ‘double it.’
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Kitty’s Pink Princess Winter
It’s been awhile since I made a winter guide so I thought I’d make an updated one since winter is literally my favorite season ever! 🎀❄️🧸
Winter Doll Looks
I am definitely feeling Yves Saint Laurent Fall/Winter 2022 collection but with more pink! Fashion staple fabrics like furs, leather, velvet, silk, cashmere and lace are definitely going into my closet for the colder weather.
Statement wardrobe pieces include:
• Turtle neck dresses
• Fur coats
• Knits
• Leather jackets
• Pea Coats
• Skirts
• Blazers
• Cigarette pants
• Heels + winter boots
• Silk slips
Shopping List
Since the weather has been getting colder, a lot of my clients who come to see me for a facial have been getting flares of dry skin and I can totally relate! Treat yourself to a day at the spa for a facial, mani + pedi or hair treatment to get prepped for the cold weather. Stock up on moisturizers, creams, hair masks, lip scrubs and lip balms!
• Buy gloves or mittens to stay warm and if you’re prone to dry skin in the winter time
• Purchase fragrance free skincare to prevent sensitivity and irritation
• If dry skin is present on your body, try out Peach & Lily’s KP Bump Boss body scrub (my fave!!)
• Get a few Tree Hut body scrubs for fun
• Buy clothes and laundry detergent that are non-irritating
• Get a humidifier to add moisturizer to the air
• Change out your bed sheets and pillow cases. I like to purchase fuzzy blankets and satin pillow cases which helps with my skin + curly hair
• Buy some yummy scented candles + peppermint essential oils for relaxation
• Add cozy slippers, socks, leg warmers, ear muffs + uggs to your winter wish list
• Satin pajama sets and night gowns from Victoria’s Secret
• Sleep masks
• Oversized sweatshirts + velour track suits for lounge days
•Pretty lingerie
• New mugs, cookie cutters, aprons, hot chocolate, tea, coffee and winter baking books should all be on your shopping lists
• Get a cute plush friend and a night light
Winter Glam
• Sleek buns/ponytails
• Bombshell curls
• Black, brown, platinum blonde + auburn hair colors
• Fluffed false lashes or lash extensions
• Lip glosses in any brown, red or pink shade
• Powder matte lipsticks that are nude, deep red or earth tone pink
• Arched eyebrows
• Faux beauty marks
• Warm + spicy fragrances (my favorite winter scent is YSL’s Black Opium Neon + Philosophy’s Fresh Cream & Warm Cashmere)
• Pink blushes
• Setting powders with warm undertones to brighten up your face
• Glitter eyeshadow
Icy Accessories
• Pearls, diamonds + swarvorksy
• Fluffy handbags
• New wallets
• Icy watches
• Hair clips
• Velvet scrunches
• Hair pom-poms
• Scarves
•Umbrella
• Plush spa headbands
• Diamond brooches (yes I know. I’m an old soul 🥹)
•Gold or silver jewelry pieces
Other Winter Doll Tips
• Get a new calendar and use it!
• Write down goals + affirmations for the new year
• Get new books, journals and magazines
• Organize and clean your space
• Stock up on cold and flu medicine
• Get hand sanitizer and hand creams so you don’t dry out your hands
• If you have a Barbie mobile please stay safe on the roads and get your car prepped for the cold weather please!!
• Meditate and manifest
• Don’t forget to check in with therapists and health care providers! Seasonal depression is making its rounds so please make sure you have a good team behind you!!!!
• Stay extra cozy and warm under the blankets + by the fireplace
• Watch holiday movies, bake some sweet treats and go holiday shopping
• Send your loved ones well wishes with letters or cute holiday cards
• Decorate your home while listening to holiday music and clean the snow from the drive way if needed
• Most importantly stay safe and have fun!
Happy Holidays!
Love,
Kitty (xoxo!) 🦌💓
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THE FIRST ALBUM … ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗
SINCERELY is the debut album by CHOUKA AIKAWA. Released on July 26th, 2024 by Republic Records, it has since been hailed as one of the best and most unexpected debut albums of the year. The album’s concepts, subject matter, and even packaging were all praised by critics, and its release cemented Chouka as one of the industry’s newest pop princesses.
TRACKLIST … ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗
GIRLS DON’T CRY
CAKE
SINCERELY ! LEAD SINGLE
EYES ON ME ! SECOND SINGLE
LUXURIOUS
RETURN TO SENDER ! BONUS SINGLE
SILK ‘N DIAMONDS
CELEBRITY
VALLEY OF THE DOLLS
STRAWBERRIES AND CREAM ! THIRD SINGLE
G.O.Y.D (GIRL OF YOUR DREAMS) ! FOURTH SINGLE
HEART ON MY SLEEVE
PHOTOCARDS … ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗
COMMERCIAL PERFORMANCE … ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗
Album of the year! Chouka truly brought girly pop music back, and everyone agreed. Sincerely—like her debut single—was a huge success. The album was announced just a month prior to its release through a video Chouka posted to her social media accounts. It featured her writing a link onto a pink card before signing it, and the same link could be found in the captions of each post. Turns out, it was a link to preorder the album. At around the same time, Chouka’s website was updated with the link, along with the album’s title and cover art.
Now this news went viral, with the term “she’s releasing an album” being Tweeted over 500,000 times. Within a week, Sincerely had garnered over 400,000 preorders, and it had hit over one million by July.
Three weeks prior to the album’s release, Chouka posted a silent video of herself in a studio in Sweden, along with a few-second snippet of one of the instrumentals to her album. The post gained over 3.5 million likes within the first 24 hours, and it garnered over two million views on Twitter.
The album’s title track and lead single, “Sincerely,” was released a day before the album dropped. Like Chouka’s debut single, this song was also a massive hit. The music video—which was shot at the Palace of Versailles and inspired by Marie Antoinette (2006), the fashion of Rococo-era France, and Madonna’s VMAs performance of “Vogue” in 1990—garnered over 40 million views within the first day, surpassing “Girls Don’t Cry.” It topped YouTube’s trending page, and topped both the Spotify and Apple Music charts. Chouka would end up breaking Olivia Rodrigo’s record, with “Sincerely” becoming the highest streamed song on Spotify in regards to first day streams.
Like its predecessor, “Sincerely” topped charts in numerous countries, and it remained atop the Oricon charts for a staggering sixteen weeks. The song was leagues more popularity online in comparison to “Girls Don’t Cry,” which—to the surprise of Chouka and her fans—led to her first No. 1 on the Billboard Hot 100. Upon the song’s debut, it had sold over 300,000 units, and would go on to sell 1.5 million by mid-September.
“Sincerely” would be praised for its catchiness and sound reminiscent of early 1990s house music, with critics calling it “the 21st century’s answer to ‘Vogue.’” The song was also praised for the carefree, cheeky, indulgent, and “I don’t give a fuck” tone that it set for the rest of Chouka’s album, despite not being the opening track.
Of course, the album’s other singles also did just as well! “Eyes on Me” was definitely a crowd favorite, with many praising its unapologetic “girlishness,” comparing it to singing alone in a pink, frilly bedroom. The song’s music video was the main talking point, though, as so many people loved the references to various nineties and 2000s chick flicks, such as: Clueless, Jawbreaker, Legally Blonde, Mean Girls, A Cinderella Story, Uptown Girls, and 13 Going on 30.
“Eyes on Me” would debut at No. 2 on the iTunes chart and No. 5 on the Billboard Hot 100, but it would top charts everywhere else, including on the Billboard Hot 100 Excl. US chart. It stayed on the charts for four weeks before falling off completely.
“Strawberries and Cream” debuted at No. 11 on the Billboard chart, unfortunately not cracking into the Top 10. “G.O.Y.D” fared much better, however, debuting at No. 8 on the chart. Like before, both songs entered the Top 10 in other countries outside America.
The cherry on top was the music videos, though. They were all filmed to appear as if they were their own individual short films, all connecting to form an overarching story about love and relationships. “Sincerely” begins with Chouka writing a love letter to someone and preparing to send it off. “Eyes on Me” starts with her slipping the letter into a mailbox. “Strawberries and Cream” deals with her receiving a letter back, but it turns out to be a rejection, which causes her to tear the letter up (it turns out to be a fake version of the letter). “G.O.Y.D” (which was notably inspired by various Old Hollywood films such as Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, Funny Face, and Breakfast at Tiffany’s) has Chouka convincing herself that she doesn’t need a man and that her crush missed out, and she writes a scathing letter in return, but in the end, she decides to not send it.
Critics were in love with every MV, and Rosettes were all down Twitter absolutely singing their praises. They were praised for their clearly expensive visuals, along with the movie style cinematography, themes, aesthetics, and overall story. Each MV broke into the Top 10 of YouTube’s trending page, and each obviously received millions of views (unfortunately, though, “Strawberries and Cream” had the least).
Overall, the album was a resounding success. Fans were unsure if the praise that “Girls Don’t Cry” received could be sustained with the release of an album, especially since it was a larger project that Chouka had never tackled before. Clearly, though, she had surpassed everyone’s expectations. And, of course, Rosettes were thrilled that she finally got that No. 1 single.
STYLING … ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗
ERA HIGHLIGHTS … ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗
Girl this era was everything!
First off, the promotion for this album was heavy. Y’all thought “Girls Don’t Cry” was huge? Well, damn, this blew miss girl out the water!
Chouka was all over televisions across America, and in other countries, as well! She had an interview with Kelly Clarkson (again), she was on GMA, she was on The Zach Sang Show, she did the Buzzfeed puppy interview, she did a “What’s In My Bag” with Vogue Japan (again!), she had five hundred magazine interviews … like girl, Chouka was doing it all!
She performed on TRL for the second time, and that was just a precursor to all the award show performances that she would give.
You know how Chouka didn’t get a chance to perform at Coachella because she only had two songs to her name at that point? Well know she has twelve, and she scored a set at Lollapalooza!
She had such a blast, girl. Like the way Rosettes turned out for her was truly insane … like to the point where she was tearing up onstage. And that barely happens! She had so much fun during her set, though, especially since the fanchants were so loud and her costumes were so good! She also performed on the same stage as Melanie Martinez, so of course she got to meet her!
And of course Chouka had to do overseas promo too! Her first stop was Japan, so she was on Music Station again, she had a cute little photoshoot with Marie Claire, and she also appeared on her first variety show! Her episode was so fun like literally she’s so charming.
Japanese Rosettes have mutually decided that every time she has a comeback, they have to organize a café pop-up. So that’s exactly what they did!
Like last time Chouka went, she signed some autographs and took pictures … just had a great time!
Chouka made a stop in Korea again! We cheer! Although her music show appearances were (once again) limited, as she only performed four times, she still got to meet so many idols! They were all down her TikTok doing the “#SincerelyChallenge,” and some of the most notable were Julie from Kiss of Life, Xiaoting and Bahiyyih of Kepler, Chungha, literally every member of Haute Pink (@hauteplnk), and Baebi and Sena of Venus (@venusvity)! Additionally, she also held another fansign! Over 13,000 fans attended this one, and Chouka received so many gifts! Like literally, the back wall was covered in bouquets and pink gift bags by the end.
She had another photoshoot with Céci (she was literally on every magazine cover this era) and shot a campaign for Etude House while there, and she was supposed to appear on Knowing Bros but couldn’t due to scheduling conflicts … sigh.
However! There was news going around that Chouka had agreed to star in an upcoming drama! Rumor has it that her co-star is supposed to be Cha Eun-woo so!
Chouka was also in Brazil for Lollapalooza, too. And the vibe was even better in comparison to the US sjuwjhdhe. Like Brazilian Rosettes absolutely adored her, and her Portuguese was surprisingly good! She just had an absolute great time … she was even doing football chants with the crowd too like we love her!
After she came back to the US, she went straight to award shows. She first went to VMAs, and girl, she was literally that girl of the night. Like she was wearing pink archive Versace! She looked so good on that carpet, and she stood there and posed for so long that Jason had to drag her away jsjwjjsjs. It’s not her fault that the photographers were hyping her up!
Chouka was actually a co-host that night, and she presented an award, so rest assured that she was changing outfits like eight times. And they were all in shades of pink, ofc! She also won her first music award ever, as she won the award for Best Pop!
Like girl she beat out Taylor Swift, Ariana Grande, Olivia Rodrigo … Rosettes were on Twitter yelling!
Her performance was towards the end since of course the VMAs had to extend their watch time (every time Chouka appears on something Rosettes will literally flock to watch it), but when it happened? Oh, the girls were simply not ready!
Taking heavy inspiration from Madonna’s 1990 VMAs performance of “Vogue,” she had Marie Antoinette written all over her. The performance first started with an extended intro of “Sincerely,” and with male backup dancers performing vogue-style choreography. They suddenly stop and bow, and Chouka comes out from backstage with four female dancers (her court, of course). Her hair is piled up high and powdered pink, and she’s dressed in this absolutely huge, Rococo-era gown! Unlike Madonna’s “Vogue” performance, though, after the start of the first verse, Chouka rips off the skirt to reveal a shorter one!
Like “Girls Don’t Cry,” subtle costume changes were very common this era, along with Chouka’s use of paper fans for every live performance. And speaking of fans, every time she did the “#SincerelyChallenge” with someone else, she would give them a fan, too! And they got to keep it as a gift. ♡
She next went to the AMAs and had a great time (won New Artist of the Year, too!), and she even got a chance to attend the MAMAs! She performed at the ceremony in Japan and had a killer dance break, and she was also reunited with Haute Pink again! They were sat next to each other at the ceremony in Hong Kong, and they were chatting the entire night. Chouka is truly their secret seventh member at this point.
The last thing Chouka did before her tour started was attend Jingle Ball! Of course, like every time before, she had fun! Rosettes turned up in droves, and they even got a little gift bag as thanks. Although not all of them got something because Chouka’s team underestimated how many people were actually going to be there … but at least there was a handwritten letter in there!
She was supposed to attend New Year’s Rockin’ Eve, but she wanted to rest before her tour. And also she spent New Year’s in London so she wouldn’t have been able to go anyways sjiwjsjjd.
Her tour (which was titled the Return to Sender Tour and girl, people noticed that!) started at the beginning of next year, and unfortunately, it was pretty short and limited only to North America, Asia, and parts of Europe (including Italy, luckily). Despite that, though, it was a cute and fun little tour! Chouka actually sold out every show on her roster, which was surprising to her but unsurprising to everyone else. Like yes, girl, people do like your music!
Now after Chouka’s tour ended, Rosettes thought that was it. However, nothing’s ever it for her snjwjjeje like y’all should know this by now!
“Return to Sender” (the tour was named that for a reason!) was released as a bonus single sometime in March, and everyone ate it up. They were so invested in the lore at this point, and since the letter Chouka ripped up in “Strawberries and Cream” was revealed to be a fake in “G.O.Y.D,” they were all wondering what happened to it! And Rosettes could finally breathe a sigh of relief since they finally got their answer.
In “G.O.Y.D,” Chouka was trying to convince herself that she didn’t need a man, but in “Return to Sender,” she knew she didn’t need one! As the title implies, in the MV, she literally sent the rejection letter back! Like she truly did not care! It actually ends in the same boudoir that “Sincerely” started off in, and it ends with Chouka writing herself a love letter instead!
It was truly such a cute little message. Rosettes were in love with her character’s progression from being lovestruck to being unbothered and okay with self-love like we love that here!
Since we got a bonus single completely out of nowhere, Rosettes were hoping and praying that either “Heart on My Sleeve” or “Silk ‘N Diamonds” would be released as singles, too. Unfortunately for all of us, though, that literally never happened. And when I tell you Rosettes were so pissed off at her, I mean it jsiwjejjdjs.
However, “Silk ‘N Diamonds” would get its flowers in due time, no need to worry!
Like “Girls Don’t Cry,” the creation and subsequent promotion of Sincerely was all covered on a documentary, which was released on Chouka’s music channel! It was shot more professionally this time and didn’t have any personal footage by her, but it was still a great doc! A lot of celebrities made appearances (such as SZA and Taylor Swift!), and throughout the entire documentary, you can tell just how well Chouka handles stress. Truly the most admirable girl on the planet.
Jason was with her every step of the way, and we love him for that. He was always reassuring her, taking care of things for her, making sure that she wasn’t overworked … like he was literally starting to act like Chouka’s second manager and she had to tell him to slow down hshejjejs.
He quite literally has a fandom of his own within Chouka’s fandom! Like he’s so beloved to the point where every time he showed up during one of Chouka’s schedules, Rosettes would cheer for him, too!
By the end of the era, Chouka held a huge beach party in Spain to celebrate a successful era, and half the industry pulled up! Everyone had to wear pink (of course shwjjdjs), and the party literally went on to three in the morning. It was just so incredibly fun, and every guest got a signed copy of the album, a box of Dior perfume, and a rose! Some notable guests were Paris Hilton, Bella Hadid, the Haute Pink girls, and Klara of Venus!
All in all, what an amazing era! Chouka once again proved that she was the It girl, and she blew everyone’s expectations out the water. Sincerely was truly one of the best and most surprising debuts in history, and fans couldn’t wait to see what else she had in store. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗
#˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ COME INTO THE VERSE !#˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ CHAR … CHOUKA !#DISCOGRAPHY … CHOUKA !#kpop oc#kpop oc soloist#kpop soloist#kpop solo artist#kpop idol oc#fake kpop idol#fictional kpop oc#fictional kpop idol#idol oc#idol soloist#idol oc soloist#idolverse#fake idol#fake idol oc#fictional idol oc#fictional idol community
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Twisted Playhouse Daycare Update!!!
Hey everyone Admin Superstar here! Or should I say….
Admin Starburst!
Now I may be wondering why I look different, that’s because I have turned into a boy due to a potion unfortunately there’s been an accident with a potion I’ve been making, so now me and the future in this Playhouse Daycare has become their opposite gender 😅
Since the kids are now genderswapped! You may refer to them as these names!
Rosado Rosehearts
Aaron Trappola
Darren Spade
Cole Diamond
Trevor Clover
Aaren Trappola-Spade
Leroy Kingscholar
Rory Bucchi
Jason Howl
Zuko Ashengrotto
Jacqui Leech
Jacquelyn Leech
Finn Leech
Florence Leech
Sunburst Al-Asim
Brooch Viper
Victor Schöenheit
Mania Felmier
Liliac Vanrouge
Sorren Zigvolt
Chesse Pinka
Noah Leblanche
Cosmo Viper
Marinette
(Riley, Ida and Ori, Malef and Silk's named will remain the same due to sounding androgynous, and Lyrain shall stay the same due to being gender fluid)
Currently Yuu and Iris are working on an antidote so please feel free to help them!
(Credit to @rotten-ap0ll0 and @saneriddlefan67 for help with some of these names!)
#twisted wonderland#twst#twst rp#twst roleplay#twst ocs#future kid ocs#admin starburst#rule 63#r63#gender swap#genderbend#starburst's announcements
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A trip to Alagadda
Guess who's writing a fanfiction.
Note: (Yeah so, I don't usually write fanfics, however, we're having finals in the creative writing unit and well our teacher is oblivious to internet culture so... he's about to read a novel. Please do add comments and suggestions [please don't correct spellings this is the first draft I will fix any issues later] but yes, I will be updating it alongside illustrations and the final version will be posted on AO3 sometime... perhaps maybe.)
I awoke, only to find myself on a sandy shore. It amidst an ocean black, its waves as thick as tar, brushing and foaming, crashing into the marble shore.
The sky was bright and golden, draped with incalculable stars-who like the waves, shone raven light upon the earth. Like a pearl on a velvet cushion two suns laid amidst the stars.
A breeze came from the ocean. It smelled of century-old books, of mould and of roses crushed and dried. It smelled of wine and olive pastures.
As I looked, my mind in haze still. For miles, there was nothing but the ocean black. It swallowed up every bit of the marble sand leaving only that patch for me to sit upon.
Far away there was the sound of gentle lutes strumming, of tambourines ringing, of fiddles dancing on the wind.
It came from a faraway castle. Its walls were red and tall and thick, confusingly constructed towers peeking out. It emitted the pungent smell of cinnamon and cloves, and of roast pork with wine. From within me, I have heard a faint whine, as the wondrous castle drew me closer.
As I rose to my feet, the ocean parted, leaving only one passage… To the illusive castle.
I scrambled quickly to grab my sack, and followed the path amidst the ocean black.
The music grew louder and crisper, there was a faint whine of a recorder, a toot of a shawm, the beating of a tabrin.
There was laughter, and bright voices coming from the castle walls, all of them in Breton?
This couldn’t have been possible. However could this city so strange and so far away with sky draped with stars like no other… how could it possibly be?
A tingle of caution and a hint of dread had crossed my mind.
This was not right.
But the ocean pushed me forward, it left no path behind. My only way forward was the city.
Perchance this was a dream…
Its gate was swung wide open, from inside there came the warm light and smell of fire, it lured with its claws so soft yet the grasp so firm.
Stepping foot inside the city walls, right away there was fanfare. The music rang so loud within the hollow pathways, people swarmed and danced, to their heart’s delight.
Within the castle walls I had come to discover was a town, constructed so strangely, with pathways going nowhere, and stairs that looped and leapt in the sky in ways impossible.
In there was not a beggar in sight, as men and women adorned gowns made of gold and scarlet, draped in pearls and diamonds, with silks and laces running in long capes behind them. Delicate chopines of noblewomen clacked on the red limestone city streets, as their laughter all merged and boiled into one.
Passing through the main street, for once I went unnoticed, not one person awed in fear not one of them gasped looking at me.
It seemed as if for once, I belonged.
Their faces, all hidden behind masks, it seemed that Pulcinella was in favour with the locals. It was not uncommon that half the residence adorned commedia dell'arte masks, there were but a few Il Capitanos who tried and pull me into their arms and into a wild swirl of dance.
Not one of them seemed to be afflicted by my touch.
How curious.
Deeper, and the city never seemed to end.
There were monasteries, and churches, not one of them adorned a cross, there were giant, sky-reaching libraries, with their gates swung open for all the world to marvel. Upon the curiously twisted stairs that swirled upside down in the golden sky there walked so many people, that smiled and waved at me, as I stood startled at the impossible. The fanfare never dropped, and there was laughing and dancing and playing of all music. There were bagpipes, and a golden harps, a whine of a vielle, a stroke of a psaltery, a cornet, intertwined with a fiddle and a sackbut, a tabor beat, a panflute here, a cornu there, a lyre, alongside instruments that I have never before seen or heard of, all forming a marvellous cacophony.
There seemed to be as many vendors as there were musicians, with fruits known and oh so different in abundance gracing in the sun’s rays, grilling of meats unknown and strange, of spices that tingled something in the far back of my mind, with wines and liquors so strong there were heaps of sleeping men and women next to the merry vendors. As lovely and familiar as it all seemed to be, there was not one thing that I had seen throughout my life before.
As I strolled deeper through these baffling streets I discovered that not only most of the creatures here did not fall into my idea of men or women, most of them barely qualified as human. There were gentlemen with Alecchino masks, whose lower face was scaly like a fish, with teeth so sharp they’d bite through diamonds. There were women, in Pulchinella masks, whose lower face amounted to a beak, and their gowns were made of feathers. There were creatures that were so gross and awful, that words can not do justice.
Through the crowd, I saw that the city broke in two, where this part was merry and bright the side opposite a stream was ash black, the epitome of anguish. Something from inside me drew me closer.
However, right before that, there seemed to be a man, a normal man, a human man. He was a vendor selling oysters right in front of the bridge that separated the two parts of this strange city.
Even through the racket, I heard him whistle to me.
“Are you lost, fair sir?,” He asked.
Making my nicest approach I calmly asked the man.
“Good day my lord do you happen to spea–”
“Haha, good daily fair sir, here we all speak one language. I do see it is your first time here?” He asked leaning.
“Yes, yes it is… But I do not seem to recall what this place is or how I got hither–”
“Ah! But no one does, fair sir. Welcome to Alagadda! There are but many ways to get here, hardly anyone recalls, however you’ll get used to it. You came here just in time,” He smiled gesturing up and down at me.
“In time for what?” Many questions swirled in my mind however the tongue blabed out the first one it remembered. “What is going on?” I covered my ears.
“This is but every day in Alagadda, is it not marvellous?” He smiled under his Brighella mask.
“Would get very tiresome very quickly,”
“Then you are lost here,” He laughed, grabbing his belly “I believe then you’ll find the anguished lord’s turf far more appealing,” He pointed to the land across the stream. “Would you be interested in an oyster?”
“Who is this Anguished Lord you speak of?”
He provided no further comment instead turning to two fair ladies that came forth.
I made a move towards the river, it stretched and bled black, as the ocean did but did not go past the castle walls. Across it went one bridge, made of white and shining marble.
Across it passed those flamboyantly dressed creatures, alongside them came those far less gay. They donned dark robes of burgundy, and those like raven’s wings. They bore the masks worn in ancient Greek theatres, the faces porcelain white and smooth.
They hardly walked, but rather floated upon the marble, their voices deep and echoing, as if long dead and only brought to life by the warm breeze.
Below the bridge flew a vast and open sea, deceptive from all directions, no way to tell it’s true size. Upon it glided ships, big and small, of those familiar and those whose construction the mind boggled. One giant warship flaked and sparkled, however not set aflame, it simply seized to be, and was no longer. It was as if it entered a pocket of some sort in the fabric of reality itself, and no one batted an eye. It was if this all was normal, perchance it was in this strange place.
From the bridge, I could see that inside this place… what did had the vendor called it?
Ah, no matter. That there were four distinct parts, the red and black from and to which I was passing, however just further in the eye line, there were two more parts, a golden yellow one and a stark gleaming white one.
What a strange place indeed.
As I stepped off the bridge I found myself among the porcelain masks, all of them were from the chorus, none embellished with the extravagant add-ons that Dýo would tell me about.
Oh, he would love this place…
For some reason, my heart drove me to a stop, where was he?
I have not seen him in a decade, god perhaps longer– ah, but it is foolish of me to worry if there is one creature in this world that will survive anything it will be Dýo.
As I stood pondering, I found myself on a completely different street, I was certain that I did not move and no one had moved me. But the pathways in the distance shifted and drifted too.
Good lord I must get out.
Just as I thought of that, there was a ring of something, quite like a trumpet but not quite, as if someone screamed into a trumpet.
The city fell absolutely silent.
There was not a rattle in the street.
Everyone in the streets stopped in their tracks, and stood, almost religiously gazing up at the high stairs leading to a platform of some sort of church.
In front the black, stained window came a hooded figure shrouded in darkness.
It bore velvet-like robes darker than the night that stretched behind it, dragging on the limestone, on its head it bore a crown of sorts as if light was to beam from its face, on the crown it presumably depicted the sky’s two moons. As all the others it bore a mask that porcelain, unstained and perfect, however from the midst of the hair dripped wine red grapes in a bed of gold leaf.
It seems I worried myself a little too early.
It outstretched its robes and arms and spoke.
The speech came together with what had seemed three other voices, all distinct yet not too different.
His was most captivating, the voice of a storm cloud in the darkness, a muffled scream from hell’s utmost gutter, a plea of long-dead kings carried on the wind.
Time froze as he spoke.
“Here yee, here yee
Our dearest king, suffers from grave ailment,
And here we have to our exposure doctors from far and wide,
Whoever shall be so wise to cure him shall receive pensions to their heart’s content,
Riches all that your hands could carry,
Knowledge too vast for your mortal mind to comprehend,
And perhaps even a royal pardon.
So come one come all, even the lowest charlatan is welcomed,
If not to contribute then to amuse,”
Under those eyes of darkness, there was nothing. I was sure of it, however I could feel the Anguished lord’s gaze fixated upon me.
And then.
I felt hardly anything at all.
(As I say unfinished unpolished, for now, it is how it is anyway)
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Lotura Week 2023 Day 6 - Wardrobe Updates Welcome
All-Season Armor
“Surely, you jest,” Allura said, a hand on her hip as she giggled. She wore a long ball gown of deep blue and white, her neck glimmering with diamonds. “Is this your only outfit?”
Lotor raised his chin, his face flushed as he straightened his spine. “What is wrong with armor?”
She paced around him, running her finger along the line of his broad shoulders. “Well, my husband, this is armor for war and survival. We have been invited as guests to a great dinner hosted by the Alliance, in which we must still present with power and prestige, but not threateningly so.”
He huffed at her. “I do not intend to duel with any allies.”
“I know, I know.” Allura giggled. “But I’m quite sure I’m the only one who has ever seen you without armor.”
“You suggest I attend naked?”
“Oh, no. Not at all!” She patted his chest, her fingers a soft tap against his armor as she added, voice low, “I do like to keep you to myself.”
“I should hope so,” he said, preening.
“But notwithstanding that, I fear the universe is beginning to question if you know how to wear anything else.”
Lotor did not respond for a time, instead glancing off to the side in the silence. His claws ticked against his armored thigh. “You know how I am.”
Her fingers slipped from his chest to grab onto his hand and squeeze it. “I do know,” she said, voice softening. “I know it’s hard to stop wearing armor after so much war.”
He glanced down at their intertwined hands and squeezed her fingers back, an emotion coming over him. “You are the only one I trust not to attack when I do not wear armor.”
Allura pulled him into an embrace, wrapping her arms around him. He embraced her in return, careful of his claws as he stroked his fingers along the diamonds sparkling in her white curls.
They fell quiet, the grand flagship warping through space with a deep, merry hum.
“You know,” Allura said, tilting up her chin to rest it on his chest plate. “I learned from Keith the other day that the humans make a weapon-proof cloth, called Kevlar. Perhaps we can travel there before the next dinner and have a royal tunic made for you, but out of material that can bend swords.”
His ears flicked, his pupils widening in interest. “Kev…lar?”
“Yes, dear husband.”
His fingers ticked against the soft silk of her dress. “In that case, my wife, clothe me in this…Kev-lar, and I shall wear whatever fashion you deem appropriate. Preferably, in dark colors.”
Allura’s face split in a great smile, glowing. She pulled away, reaching for a datapad. “Oh, how exciting,” she squealed. “At last, we can match.”
#Voltron#Lotura#Lotor#Allura#LoturaWeek2023#ahh sorry for the late upload#i had an unexpected family function take place this weekend#and I just wasn't able to create under the circumstances#But I got something made at last!#Catch Lotor getting an all-new very handsome wardrobe
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In London during the late spring of 1953, preparations for Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II’s Coronation were reaching their denouement.
Couturier Norman Hartnell was completing a dress to outshine any other.
Tucked away at the back of Hartnell’s lavish Mayfair townhouse, a team of embroiderers were finishing stitching a floral garland on the ivory silk bodice and crinoline.
Pastel thread, jewels, sequins, beads and 10,000 seed pearls were sewn as Commonwealth emblems and British flora around an English Tudor rose scattered with diamond dewdrops.
Six young, aristocratic maids of honour, including 19-year-old Lady Anne Coke – best-selling author Anne Glenconner – were being drilled like guardsmen by The Duke of Norfolk, responsible for organising the coronation, as they rehearsed the walk to the Abbey altar, with his wife, the Duchess, standing in for The Queen.
“If the Bishops don’t learn to walk in step,” he remonstrated, “we’ll be here all night.”
The photographer Cecil Beaton, well-versed in photographing crowned heads and aristocrats in the Vogue studios, was prepping a vantage point in Westminster Abbey, high up by the organ pipes, as the best location from which to capture the ceremony.
It would be a long day; he’d fill his top hat with sandwiches to sustain him.
Nearby, at Garrard, the Crown Jeweller and his team of master craftsmen were hunched over workbenches altering the Imperial State Crown to fit the young Queen’s head.
Garrard had made the Crown in 1937 for King George VI – a replica of the crown designed and crafted for Queen Victoria, which contained virtually all the same stones symbolic of centuries of Royal history, fitted around a purple velvet cap and ermine band.
Clusters of diamond-set crosses and fleurs-de-lis linked by swags of diamonds, supported by sapphires, emeralds and pearls in the form of oak leaves and acorns, dazzled around the massive 317.40 carat Cullinan II diamond, the Second Star of Africa, cut from the largest diamond ever discovered.
Above it sat the Black Prince’s Ruby – in fact, a spinel, worn by Henry V at Agincourt – while the 104 carat oval Stuart sapphire gleamed at the rear of the band, with the cross atop the orb set with the sapphire from Edward the Confessor’s ring.
King George VI requested Garrard create an inner “hammock” style fitting, like a guard’s officer’s bearskin, to distribute the nearly three pounds of weight evenly on his head.
Reshaping the circlet for Queen Elizabeth II involved remounting the stones and motifs of which it is composed, as well as repositioning and lowering the arches, all of which required craftsmanship of the highest skill.
The aim was to improve the strength of the crown with lightness of weight, which isn’t easy with large stones, and those which were cut nearly 300 years ago.
They were working against the clock. The new Queen required time before the ceremony to become accustomed to the crown’s feel and weight.
“There are some disadvantages to crowns, but otherwise they are very important things,” said Her Majesty, recalling its heaviness on the 65th anniversary of the coronation.
“Fortunately, my father and I have roughly the same shaped head, so once you put it on, it stays.”
The media demanded constant updates on Garrard’s work, with the coronation making broadcasting history as the first service to be televised, adding to the sense of pressure.
In addition, two gold Armill bracelets of sincerity and wisdom, symbolic of the monarch’s bond with the people needed to be finished, which were replacing the 17th-century enamel bracelets dating from the coronation of King Charles II.
In previous ceremonies, the Armills had been carried, but these were made for the Queen to wear, decorated with two rows of engraving and Tudor rose clasps with red velvet linings.
Garrard was also inundated with cleaning requests.
“No one had worn their jewellery or tiaras during the war,” explains Lady Anne.
“People were queuing to have their tiaras, which were like great fenders of diamonds, stomachers and necklaces cleaned.”
On the day, 2 June 1953, it poured with rain.
Lady Anne remembers arriving at the Abbey:
“It was pretty dark and cold. Our dresses weren’t lined, there were clothing coupons after the war you see.
A tiny thread of blue cotton had been placed on the floor in the Abbey, so the Queen knew where to stand.
When the procession began, we walked past row upon row of tiaras, as well as people in their National dress.
The Queen walked a bit faster than the Duchess had in rehearsals, so we had to adjust our steps.”
The ceremony ended at 2 o’clock in the afternoon.
Hartnell left after watching his historic dress sweep down the aisle followed by the procession of royal pages, maids of honour, peers and peeresses sparkling with diamonds, looking, he remarked:
“Like a lovely hunk of fruitcake, the damson jam of velvet bordered with clotted cream of ermine and sprinkled with the sugar of diamonds.”
Beaton rushed to Buckingham Palace to photograph the Queen theatrically against a painted backdrop, holding the orb and sceptre and wearing the Imperial State Crown.
The Crown Jeweller Garrard remained until The Queen and the Duke of Edinburgh had taken lunch in the Abbey annex, in case any last-minute adjustments to the diamond-encrusted Crown were needed.
“Cecil was waiting when we all returned from the Abbey,” Lady Anne continues.
“He had everything set up for the photographs, and that’s when I really noticed the Crown and jewels glittering under the bright lights and took note of it all.
The Queen looked so young, beautiful and vulnerable, so the contrast of seeing her crowned with all the regalia was extraordinary.
She was weighted down a bit, but I remember thinking it was terribly poignant.”
A tense moment followed.
“The Duke of Edinburgh was fussing around, and Cecil got irritated, put his camera down and said, ‘Oh Sir, would you prefer to take the photographs?’” Lady Anne laughs.
“The Queen looked a bit horrified, and The Duke wandered off. You see, The Duke would have liked the photographer Baron, but it was The Queen Mother who adored Cecil.”
Later, it was still rainy and dark outside.
When the gleaming, crowned figure of The Queen appeared on the Buckingham Palace balcony, she shone with a sense of tradition and permanence.
With the Imperial State Crown, she wore the Coronation necklace and earrings, made in 1858 by Garrard and worn by Queen Alexandra and Queen Mary, including 25 brilliants suspending the Lahore diamond drop.
Time will tell if the Armills will return to being carried at the Coronation of HRH The Prince of Wales, and if he has inherited the Windsor head shape, but should substantial adjustments be required, the crown will appear once more unchanged.
The historical continuity of the regalia, and the fact the crown is still in constant use, makes these jewels created in the Garrard workshop the most potent in the world.
#Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II’s Coronation#Coronation 1953#Queen Elizabeth II#Norman Hartnell#Duke of Norfolk#Cecil Beaton#Westminster Abbey#Garrard#King George VI#Queen Victoria#Cullinan II#Black Prince’s Ruby#Henry V#King Charles II#Prince Philip#Queen Elizabeth The Queen Mother#Buckingham Palace#British Royal Family#St Edward's Crown#Imperial State Crown#Jewel House#Tower of London
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Chapter Two - In the Ciry of Love: Unveiling Clues and Conspiracies
Lance MCclan x Amira Thorn (My Oc) x Keith Kogane
Summary: Lance and Amira, posing as a married couple, arrive at Le Grand Paris hotel in Paris to begin their undercover mission. They navigate through the luxurious lobby, maintaining their cover amidst the opulent surroundings. Meanwhile, back at headquarters, Hunk and Pidge delve into old files related to the Kerberos mission, stirring up emotional turmoil for Pidge. In Paris, the team checks in with Shiro, sharing updates on their progress and receiving new directives for their mission. As they prepare for their meeting with Interpol, personal dynamics and tensions among the team members come to the surface.
"Amira, isn't it strange how there isn't any public knowledge on this Voltron thingy? Yet, at least a few people know about it," he remarked, furrowing his brow.
Amira tilted her head, intrigued. "What do you mean?" she inquired.
"Well, if Aleksandr Prieur is keeping it under wraps to the extent that even the GISS or Interpol can't find any information, it's a little odd that an anonymous tipster predicted its theft. If it's not public knowledge, then people don't even know it exists," Lance explained.
Amira pondered his words for a moment. "You might have a point there. That is important information. You should let the others know when we meet later," she suggested.
Lance nodded in agreement.
"Ready?" Keith interjected, breaking the silence.
"Yes," Amira confirmed, grabbing her purse. "Remember to stay alert. If our covers are blown again, I will kick your ass," she warned as they approached the entrance to Le Grand Paris.
Lance smirked confidently. "Don't worry, Mama. I've learned my lesson," he quipped.
"My name is now Charlotte Waldorf. Got it?" Amira clarified firmly.
"Yes, babe. I've got it," Lance responded with a playful wink. Taking her hand in his, he leaned in close, emitting a pleasant coconut scent.
"You know what sounds better? Amira McClain," he whispered seductively in her ear.
Amira pulled him in closer. "In your dreams, pretty boy," she retorted, maintaining her composure.
As they entered the hotel, baggage porters gracefully strolled in alongside them, effortlessly carrying their suitcases and bags. Keith lingered a few paces behind, discreetly distancing himself from the duo.
They ambled through the lobby, where a magnificent centerpiece awaited; a large vase brimming with vibrant red flowers atop a glass table, surrounded by an ornate eight-sided cross and circle decorative motif adorning the pristine white floor. The hotel, renowned for its opulence and luxury, lived up to its five-star rating in every aspect.
A melting pot of cultures mingled in the bustling lobby, their conversations weaving a tapestry of diverse languages. However, it was the attire of the patrons that caught Amira's discerning eye. Clad in exquisite fabrics such as cashmere, mink, and silk, adorned with jewelry crafted from 24-karat gold, fine silver, and dazzling diamonds, they exuded an aura of refined elegance that left her awe-struck.
As her heels clicked against the tiled floor, she made her way to the left of the entrance, where the reception area awaited her.
"This place is so romantic, isn't it, baby?" Amira exclaimed, fully embracing her role. She clasped her hand onto Lance's toned, muscular arm, a playful twinkle in her eyes.
Lance blushed slightly but kept his cool demeanor. "Nothing but the best for my girl," he replied, planting a gentle kiss on the top of her head. Amira beamed, leaning affectionately into Lance's side.
The manager approached with a warm smile, his honey blonde curls bouncing with each step, and his hazel eyes sparkling with hospitality. "Bonjour! Et bienvenue à Le Grand Paris! My name is Timeo. Are you two checking in?" he greeted them warmly.
"Yes! We have a reservation under the name Waldorf," Amira confirmed with a bright smile.
"One moment, s'il vous plaît," Timeo replied, his fingers dancing gracefully across the keyboard.
Timeo's eyes widened with delight as he glanced at his computer screen. "Ah, yes. The Coco Chanel Honeymoon Suite! How lovely! One bedroom, two bathrooms, a walk-in closet, and a separate living room. Correct?" he confirmed.
Lance chuckled charmingly. "Yes, sir. We got married yesterday! We're spending a few weeks here in Paris," he smoothly replied, seamlessly slipping into his role. He then unlinked his arm from Amira's and wrapped it around her waist, drawing her closer and softly rubbing her side. Amira placed a hand on his chest, smiling warmly.
"He's really good," Amira thought, impressed by Lance's performance.
As Timeo began to speak, a loud shriek pierced the air, causing them to turn around. They saw a slender teenage girl of medium height, her light honey blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. "This is utterly ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!" she yelled, her frustration evident as she stormed up the stairs towards the elevator. "Just wait until Daddy hears about this!" she shouted before disappearing inside.
"Don't mind her," Timeo said apologetically. "She's the daughter of the owner. I'm so sorry."
"It's fine! I understand. Teenagers, am I right?" Amira remarked, injecting a touch of humor into the situation.
"Here are your key cards. Enjoy your time here at Le Grand Paris!" Timeo handed Lance the room keys.
"Merci!" Amira expressed her gratitude with a smile.
"Come on, mama," Lance urged, his hand guiding her towards the elevator, clearly relishing the undercover assignment.
Entering the elevator, Amira reached to press the up button, but Lance pouted childishly. "Aw, I wanted to press the button," he complained. Amira shot him a skeptical look. "Are you serious?" she questioned, her tone dripping with judgment. Lance merely scoffed in response. "Yes, beautiful. I was being dead serious," he retorted, a playful glint in his eyes.
Amira sighed, rubbing her temple in annoyance as the elevator dinged, signaling its arrival. Stepping inside, they were greeted by a familiar voice calling out to hold the door.
Keith hurried in with his rolling suitcase, his hurried entrance causing a commotion as he struggled to maneuver inside. Pressing the button for the fifth floor, Keith let out a curse as another couple joined them in the crowded elevator.
"Thank you for holding the door," a Spanish woman expressed her gratitude as she pressed the third floor, and the elevator began its ascent.
"No problem," Keith replied tersely.
The journey to the third floor was silent as Lance and Amira maintained their act of being affectionate with each other.
When the Spanish couple left the elevator, Amira immediately nudged Lance away from her, signaling the end of their charade.
Keith took charge, "We need to let HQ know that we've arrived," he said, glancing at his watch. "We've got four and a half hours until we meet up with Allura at Place des Vosges. After we check in with HQ, relax and get settled. Don't forget to wear something a little dressier yet casual."
Amira and Lance nodded in agreement as the elevator came to a stop. Keith's room was just two doors down from the Honeymoon Suite, showing that Shiro had planned their mission meticulously.
"Drop off your stuff and meet me in my room. I don't want anyone to get suspicious that a third person frequents the Honeymoon Suite," Keith instructed, handing Amira a key card. "Here's the key to my room, if you need it," he added, locking eyes with Amira.
Lance shot Keith a glare. "Hey! What's that about?! Giving Amira a key and not me?" Keith scowled in response. "It's not personal," he retorted. "I just know you'll lose it, so Amira, being responsible, gets to hold onto it." "I'm older than her! I mean, technically, she's still a teenager!" Lance scoffed, feeling slighted.
"Are you saying you married a child, Lance?" Amira questioned, amused.
Lance quickly replied, realizing his poor choice of words, "No- you're an adult, but still technically-"
Keith interjected in a quiet voice. "Just...meet me in my room when you're done unpacking!" Exasperated, he focused on unlocking his door and walked inside, dragging his suitcase behind him.
Lance rolled his eyes and offered his arm to Amira. "Shall we, m'lady?" Amira smiled softly, taking his arm as they walked the short distance to their room.
Releasing Amira from his arm, Lance took the hotel card and when the door opened, he stepped to the side and bowed goofily. "Welcome to our room, beautiful!" he said, earning a smile from Amira.
The room left Lance in awe, his jaw dropping as he closed the door behind them. "Whoa!" he exclaimed. "This place is amazing!" Breaking into a childish laugh, he dropped his suitcase and began exploring every nook and cranny, while Amira elegantly placed her suitcase on the holder.
"Wow! Look, Mama! Matching robes!" Lance exclaimed, pulling out two red silk robes with gold lining from the wardrobe.
Amira sighed softly as she gracefully laid on the king-sized bed. "They're nice, Lance."
Lance returned the robes and opened the door to their left, revealing a spacious bathroom equipped with a rain shower and a large jacuzzi bathtub.
Poking his head out from around the door frame, Lance jumped onto the bed next to Amira, wiggling his eyebrows mischievously. "There's a jacuzzi tub big enough for two," he flirted, blowing her a kiss.
Amira gave him a look as she sat up. "What makes you think I'd bathe with you?"
With a smirk, Lance quips, "You're not exactly saying no." In response, Amira swiftly grabs a pillow attempting to slap Lance with it.
Lance chuckles, dodging the pillow. "Hey, no violence! I was just making an observation," he says, grinning mischievously.
Lance pouted as Amira reminded him of their impending meeting with Keith. She swiftly threw her hair into a high ponytail and urged Lance off the bed. "Let's go," she said, determined.
"Patience, beautiful," Lance teased, but followed her lead.
Arriving outside Keith's room, they knocked. Keith opened the door and silently gestured them inside. He scanned the hallway cautiously before swiftly closing the door behind them.
In the break room back in New York, Hunk and Pidge found themselves in a familiar routine. Pidge lay sprawled out on the ground, clutching her stomach, while Hunk sat against their work lockers.
"So, I was watching Snack vs. Chef last night," Hunk began, launching into a discussion about the latest episode. "They had to make Flamin' Hot Cheetos into something new! And this guy made 'What a Pickle'—a cracker shaped like a pickle, coated with pickle cheese. Like, wow! I should try making it sometime, huh Pidge?"
Pidge groaned. "How can you talk about food right now? I feel like I'm going to explode."
"You'll be okay!" Hunk reassured her, standing up and offering his hand.
Pidge accepted Hunk's help and sat up. "We need to get back to work," she said, heading towards the main file room.
Hunk sighed as he followed her. "Pidge, why are we in here? Is about the Kerberos mission—"
"Maybe," Pidge interrupted, her tone indicating uncertainty.
"You're only torturing yourself," Hunk pointed out.
Pidge rolled her eyes and opened a file cabinet. "Shiro said we could look through the files. Plus, looking wouldn't hurt anything."
Hunk sighed again, resigned, and opened a file drawer. "I guess."
"How do you think Amira is holding up?" Pidge asked, shifting the conversation.
"What do you mean?" Hunk questioned.
"The last time Amira was here, she was upset. Rightfully so, but I'm worried about this mission. Like something bad might happen," Pidge explained, flipping through the "H" files.
Hunk pondered for a moment. "I think we should be worried about the boys! That girl could end them in a heartbeat."
"I mean, you're not wrong," Pidge said, giggling at the thought of Amira kicking the boys' asses.
"Hey, look. It's the file for Operation Kerberos," Hunk said, showing Pidge.
Pidge shot up and walked over to him, gasping. "Let me see!" she said, snatching the file from his hands. "Rude," Hunk scoffed. "You could have just asked me to hand it to you; I would've just given it up."
After a few moments, she angrily chucked it on the ground. She was clearly trying to hold back tears, sitting down and wrapping her arms around her knees. Her breathing became shaky, indicating she was crying.
Hunk crouched down, putting a large hand on her shoulder and rubbing back and forth in a soothing way. "Hey, I'm sure they're out there somewhere, Katie. I'm sure we'll find them soon," he said.
Pidge sniffled. "I just was hoping that I could find something. Anything that would lead us to where they are. No clues no nothing!" She took off her foggy glasses and rubbed on her lab coat.
The Kerberos mission was one that haunted her to the core. The mission where she lost her dad and brother. Only Shiro and she made it back after the explosion, but no one had found any trace of Sam and Matt Holt that night. She hated herself for not being able to do much. She wasn't a field agent; she was a lab tech, which she was very good at.
Leaving the loose pages scattered on the file room floor, he grabbed Pidge's hand, and the two hurried out of the records room into the lab. Pidge quickly sat down and logged into her computer, which had six screens that Hunk had set up for her. Before they could start their research, Pidge's video watch started beeping.
She looked down. "It's Keith! It seems like they made it to Paris. Let's go grab Shiro."
"Captain, we've safely arrived in Paris and checked in," Keith reported to the trio. His communicator watch projected a video call onto one of the walls of the room. "Good. Any developments?" Shiro inquired. Lance smirked, "I've learned Amira is a beautiful sleeper."
"Did you watch her sleep?" Keith questioned, sounding accusatory.
"Not in a creepy way!" Lance defended himself.
Amira sighed, "We've just arrived, sir. Though I do have some information you might find useful."
Shiro's expression turned serious. "What am I missing, Miss Thorn?"
"From my captain, I was informed that the Galra are involved in this case," Amira revealed.
Shiro looked shocked. "That's important information. Thank you, Miss Thorn. We'll look into it."
After Shiro finished, Keith interjected, "We just wanted to check in. We're meeting up with the Interpol agents in about four hours."
Shiro nodded. "Great. Keep us posted." Lance suddenly perked up. "Oh! Actually, there's something I need to tell you guys. I was talking to Amira before we checked into the hotel, and I mentioned how strange it is that the public doesn't know about this Voltron thing, except for a few people. Isn't that strange?"
"Yeah, we found that to be weird too," Shiro added. "Pidge was already looking into it."
"So far, I haven't found anything. The phone booth near the Seine is practically a burn phone. There's no way I can track it," Pidge said, sounding defeated.
"We'll walk around the area tomorrow to see if anyone saw anything out of place," Keith suggested. "In the meantime, we gotta go meet our Interpol connections."
"Right. Keep us posted if anything happens. We'll all be on standby," Shiro announced.
"Okay, bye, Captain," Keith said before hitting the "off" button on his communicator watch.
"Alright, I'll meet you two down in the lobby in an hour. Again, make sure you wear something a little bit dressy," Keith instructed.
Lance nodded. "I have the perfect outfit for tonight. I'm sure Amira will love it," he said, winking at Amira.
Amira rolled her eyes as she pulled lance towards the door. "See you later, Keith," she said, in a seductive tone, fluttering her eyelashes and flashing him a sweet smile.
Keith attempted to hide the blush that formed on his face. "Get out of my room, please?" he finally managed to say, clearing his throat.
As they leave Keith's hotel room, Lance mocks Amira. "See you later, Keith," he teases.
Amira rolls her eyes as they head back to the suite. "And where are you going, Red?" Lance leans against the elevator.
"For a walk. I want to explore. We're in Paris, after all," Amira says, pressing the elevator button.
"I could go with—" Lance starts to say.
Amira puts her hand over Lance's mouth. "Alone."
"Yeah, that's cool too. I guess i will see you later," Lance says as Amira steps into the elevator and the doors close.
Where is Amira going?! - Jamie
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