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TD World Tour Alenoah AU... Where Noah is immune to Alejandro's fake charm... Instead, Noah gets charmed by the true Alejandro's quirks and dorky interests like dinosaurs and puppets... How would Alejandro feel about Noah only liking Alejandro, when Alejandro is being himself?... Especially since Alejandro's family shuns him for being himself? 🦕🦖🦕

Now you're speaking my language.

One of the most common running themes in all/near enough all Alenoah central AUs is having Noah be the first person to see past Alejandro's persona and actually appreciate the person he is, or at the very least prefer the real Alejandro to his mask of perfection. It's one of the draws of the ship itself; the idea that Noah, being the blunt person that he is, can and will wage a war of attrition against the walls Alejandro has built up around himself- not just to keep others out, but also to repress the more authentic aspects of himself to himself- in order to reveal the person beneath.

I touched on this a little bit in a previous post concerning this AU, but Alejandro and Noah both see glimpses of the other that they try so valiantly to hide- in Noah's case, Alejandro sees hints of the scheming mindset he's pretty much supressed under layers of apathy and sloth (as Noah's laziness is one of his biggest character foils, alongside his snarky attitude), and in Alejandro's case he reveals tid bits of information about the Real Alejandro, not the persona he's usually portraying himself as, which is enough to humanise him in Noah's eyes.

They both become People Of Interest in each other's eyes, because they're both puzzles to be solved. Alejandro's curious and competitive to a fault so he'd dedicate himself to unravelling the layers behind Noah's stony exterior, as he'd see Noah's continued distance as a challenge. That's a given. But the topic at hand here is Noah's interest in Alejandro.

Because Noah's not exactly competitive, so why would he be so interested in unveiling the real Alejandro? That's simple; Noah values authenticity. Look at his friendship group, it consists of people who are unapologetically themselves. Noah is also unapologetically himself, in all of his sarcastic glory. So of course he's see flickers of the real, authentic Alejandro and his natural inquisitiveness would be piqued- a novelty for him, as Noah's staunch apathy generally tends to override any semblance of curiosity.

So Noah goes out of his way to make notes of the small interests Alejandro offhandedly mentions at one point or another, like palaeontology or puppetry or even his fifteen-step skincare routine- things that Alejandro shows genuine excitement or passion over that shines through the cracks of his perfect persona. He sees the dorky giddiness Alejandro experiences when Noah lets him ramble on about how Jurassic Park was incredibly inaccurate from a scientific standpoint but monumental for people's interest in palaeontology (or something along those lines, I don't know I'm not a dinosaur nerd) and suddenly the annoyingly flirtatious faker he's spent the better half of his time on the jet is A Whole Ass Person with interests and passions and a sense of depth he's been so bereft of until now. Suddenly Alejandro's more than just the antagonist of the show Noah's working on, he's an interesting person that the bookworm finds himself wanting to know more about. And, perhaps, he finds himself growing genuinely fond of the person behind the mask.

And he uses those notes to prompt Alejandro into sharing more of himself, the real authentic Alejandro, in the privacy of their interactions.

At first, Alejandro's fairly oblivious to what Noah's doing, since he's so caught up in his own enjoyment of Noah's company plans to essentially do the same to Noah that he barely notices his own tricks being used against him.

Of course, he's also just elated at being able to infodump to someone who isn't outright penalising him for doing so; not that I think Alejandro is even aware that what he's doing is infodumping, nor the fact that he's so obviously autistic, because his family is a particular brand of awful that would never let him get a proper diagnoses and in all likelihood forced him to mask/supress his symptoms.

It isn't until Alejandro realises that he's shared a lot of information about himself that he (as a Burromuerto) is expected to keep close to his chest, and he sees the glimmers of satisfaction in Noah's intelligent eyes, that the archvillain catches on to the fact that he's been played. But the thing that really catches him off-guard isn't the trickery, it's the fact that Noah's done nothing with the uncharacteristic displays of vulnerability.

Alejandro can't understand why Noah hasn't taken advantage of his "weakness" yet. Inevitably leading to him confronting the assistant, as Alejandro isn't the type to "let sleeping dogs lie" so to speak, and he's still very much so in the one-track mindset of winning the competition- thus he assumes that any show of vulnerability can and will lead to his untimely elimination. But when he practically demands that Noah reveal what he's been planning, why he's been sneakily collecting information on him, all Noah can do is shrug his shoulders and say;

"I guess I just like seeing the real you. That's all."

And Alejandro doesn't know how to respond to that. No one's ever wanted the real him, he's always had to play the role of the perfect son, the perfect brother. He doesn't understand.

And like most people when they're faced with a foreign concept they have no basis of behaviour for, he lashes out.

#ending it there on a sort of angsty note #alejandro “please treat me nicely” burromuerto when someone treats him nicely: Don't Know How To Proccess This :(#truthing autistic alejandro that's canon. not even a headcanon just canon #(they're both autistic that's why alenoah works. 50% of their interactions are parallel play)#(alejandro's an infodumper and noah's a listener match made in heaven)#honestly this scenario could be applied to most alenoah aus #but specifically in the assistant au alejandro feels there's a sense of power imbalance since noah DOES have some authority over the--#contestants. and alejandro's needling for information was him punching UPWARDS whilst noah's breaking of his walls was in alejandro's eyes-#an abuse of power. of course that's not the case but alejandro's less concerned with the morality of it and more so concerned with--#the “fairness” of noah knowing a lot about him whilst remaining fairly mysterious.#can you tell i kind of ran out of Writing Juice at the end there?#even outlines are taking it out of me lately. burnout is my enemy.#total drama #td alejandro #td noah #alenoah #assistant noah au #others' ideas #replies

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nvmadic · 10 months

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GUILT AND SHAME - 04

link to last part: [x] synopsis: after a messy dispute revolving around your toxic boyfriend, schlatt takes matters into his own hands and puts your safety over his. some feelings are unearthed that need dealing with. words: 5,472 warnings: light drinking

Despite originally intending to go straight home, you made a spontaneous decision to prolong your trip by an extra day, much to Ted's insistence. Both Ted and Schlatt, after enduring the exhausting demands of filming episodes for Chuckle Week, were fortunate enough to find respite in a well-deserved day off. Ted eagerly assumed the role of a seasoned tour guide, unveiling an array of hidden culinary treasures and introducing you to lesser-known, yet captivating, local attractions. With meticulous attention, he skillfully navigated you away from the swarming tourist hubs, ensuring that you soaked up the genuine essence of the city firsthand.

The day was imbued with a bittersweet aura, carrying an underlying sense of urgency that compelled you to savour each passing moment, as you knew it would be quite some time before you'd reunite with Schlatt, given his overwhelming schedule. Every minute held a precious weight, and you conscientiously immersed yourself in the present, cherishing the shared laughter, heartfelt conversations, and secret glances that wove a delicate thread of connection throughout your day. Torn between the fervent desire to express your affection and the imperative to keep it hidden, you delicately tiptoed a tightrope of restraint, mindful not to arouse any suspicions in the discerning eyes of Ted. Every stolen touch, every lingering gaze had to be discreet, artfully concealed behind the façade of friendship.

As the evening gradually advanced and Ted sought solace in the confines of his bedroom, a newfound aura of privacy enveloped the space. Liberated from prying eyes and the burden of pretence, you and Schlatt nestled intimately on the sofa, cocooned beneath the comforting embrace of a shared blanket. His touch was exquisitely tender, as though he held your body as delicately as fragile glass, ensuring not a single crack would mar your being. Enveloped in his arms, he cradled you against his chest, exuding a profound tenderness. He made up for the day's absence of affection in a single, all-encompassing gesture. The sensation of his lips meeting yours was akin to quenching a parched thirst on a sweltering, humid day, each kiss like a sweet and refreshing gulp of cool water.

Upon your departure, as you turned the key in the lock and stepped back into the familiar embrace of your own space, a curious mix of emotions washed over you. A sense of emptiness seemed to intertwine with the comfort of being home. It was as if a fragment of yourself had remained, tethered to the precious moments shared with Schlatt. Yet, as the days progressed, the weight of his absence became more bearable, for you eagerly anticipated his nightly calls, yearning for the sound of his voice.

In those cherished moments, he would casually recount the events of his day, graciously sharing glimpses of his experiences and expressing his earnest longing to conclude his recordings and return home. In every word he spoke, there lay a genuine interest in your world, as he consistently inquired about your day. His voice, soft and tender, carried a gentle yearning, almost as if he desired to be involved in your own experiences.

As the night grew late and yawns filled the air, a symphony of comfortable silences weaved through your conversation. It became increasingly challenging to bring the call to a close as time slipped away. The hesitation to bid farewell lingered in the hushed pauses as if both of you yearned to extend the moment, if only for a fleeting moment longer. Eventually, with a bittersweet sigh, you exchanged goodnight wishes, promising to reconnect tomorrow.

Schlatt eventually flew back home and spent the next few days dedicated to recuperating from the exhausting week of incessant social interactions and filming. Although it was poignant to long for his presence, there was a certain beauty in the introspective moments when you realized how much you genuinely missed him. There were moments when all you craved was to be in Schlatt's presence, to savour the tranquillity of shared silence and revel in the knowledge that you were existing in the same space. It wasn't about engaging in conversation or filling the air with words; it was the comfort of his company, the unspoken understanding that brought a peacefulness to your soul.

After a few days of rest to rejuvenate his weary soul, Schlatt reached out and extended an invitation for you to spend the evening at his apartment. The thought of a relaxed night, enjoying a movie and sharing a couple of beers, filled you with excitement. No longer bound by secrecy or interruptions, this was a chance to deepen your connection and explore the budding feelings between you. As Schlatt swung open the door, a subtle nervousness danced on his lips momentarily before transforming into a warm, genuine smile. "It's nice to see you again," he greeted softly, his voice carrying a hint of genuine affection. Eagerly extending his arms in a welcoming gesture, Schlatt invited you into a warm embrace. With a gentle, hesitant step, you moved closer, allowing his arms to envelop you in a tight, comforting hold. "Nice to see you, too," you reassured him, nuzzling your face into his sweatshirt.

As you crossed the threshold into his apartment, Schlatt warmly welcomed you into his sanctuary. It was simply nice to finally see his apartment in person, and you were pleasantly surprised by the simple yet homely decor that adorned his walls. Framed photos of family and friends brought a sense of familiarity, while occasional candles and decor pieces added a touch of charm to the cosy ambience. While Schlatt had always maintained a sense of tidiness, it was clear that he had gone the extra mile to create an impressively well-kept space to impress you.

Lost in the moments of absorbing your surroundings, you were abruptly brought back to the present by the sharp crack and hiss of a can being opened. Startled, you turned your attention towards Schlatt and realized that he had taken the initiative and wandered off to the kitchen, already opening a beer. "Make yourself at home." He insisted, his voice floating back to you, slightly distant but filled with a warm invitation. The sound of the refrigerator door shutting with a succinct thump followed. With light and deliberate steps, you made your way to the inviting couch, your eyes immediately captivated by the beautifully arranged blankets adorning the cushions. Each blanket seemed to be meticulously draped as if Schlatt had invested time and care into ensuring their perfect arrangement.

As you eased yourself into the plush comfort of the couch, you surrendered to its embrace, feeling the weight of the world slide off your shoulders. The soft cushions welcomed you, moulding around your body, offering a sanctuary of relaxation. As you settled in, a sense of tranquillity enveloped you. Amidst the peaceful ambience, you could still discern Schlatt's distant presence in the kitchen. The muffled sounds of his rummaging reached your ears, a symphony of soft thuds as drawers closed and the delicate clattering of items being shifted.

After a momentary absence, Schlatt reappeared, his hands carrying a delightful array of snacks that he meticulously arranged on the coffee table. He carefully positioned a six-pack of cans alongside the tempting treats, pausing for a fleeting instant as he contemplated if it would suffice. Finally, he settled down beside you on the couch, his gaze reflecting a mix of anticipation and contentment. As his gaze shifted towards you, a faint trace of nervousness revealed itself on Schlatt's face. "I have a fantastic film in mind, unless you have something specific you'd like to watch," he said, his grin revealing a touch of excitement. His eyes danced around, subtly studying your features as if searching for a clue to your preferences.

You gently shake your head, settling it back onto the soft cushions of the couch, and gaze up at Schlatt. Sensing your relaxation, he reaches out with the hand closest to you, using his fingertips to tenderly massage your scalp. With an eager undertone, Schlatt softly declared, "We're watching Transformers then." Reluctantly, he withdrew his hand from your scalp and leaned forward, stretching his arm to retrieve the open can of beer. Taking a hearty swig from the can, he released a gruff exhale, the effervescent bubbles tickling his throat.

Eventually starting the movie, the two of you settled in sipping from your cans of beer and intermittently nibbling on the snacks. Amidst the unfolding scenes, Schlatt would occasionally pause the movie with his remarks, interjecting obscure and fascinating fun facts or drawing attention to subtle editing details. It almost seemed intentional, as if Schlatt strategically timed his interruptions to elicit laughter from you. With each witty remark or amusing fact, his eyes would twinkle mischievously, reflecting the joy he derived from making you chuckle.

As the night unfolded, a gradual intimacy permeated the atmosphere, drawing you closer together. You sought comfort in the secure enclave of his arm, nestled beneath a cosy fortress of blankets. With heightened senses, you became attuned to the serene rhythm of his chest, rising and falling in tranquil harmony, accompanied by the gentle cadence of his soft exhales. As you snuggled closer, finding comfort in his warm embrace, he hesitated to disrupt the delicate equilibrium by reaching for his drink. The allure of your shared embrace outweighed any thirst, and in that precious moment, he chose to forego finishing his beer, cherishing your touch and warmth.

As the movie neared its inevitable conclusion, your eyes briefly shifted to the coffee table, noticing the emptied ramekins and scattered cans that adorned its surface. At that moment, Schlatt's gaze found yours, his touch tracing a tender path along your arm. With a hint of tipsy mischievousness lacing his voice, he posed an innocent yet enticing question, "Want to do something fun?" The ambiguity of his intent added a layer of intrigue, piquing your curiosity and leaving you wondering what exciting adventure lay ahead.

Schlatt's question lingers in the air, his playful tone sparking a surge of anticipation within you. The possibilities, far-reaching and unknown, blossom vividly in your mind. You find yourself unable to resist the enticing invitation, your curiosity overtaking any lingering doubts or hesitations. With an insuppressible smile playing upon your lips, you lean in closer to Schlatt, causing the gentle touch of your arm against his to intensify. "What did you have in mind?" you inquire, a playful lilt colouring your voice, matching Schlatt's mischievous tone. Your gaze fixates on his face, searching for subtle hints, a flicker of desire that might betray his intentions. With an arched eyebrow and a teasing smile, you await his response, ready to embark on whatever thrilling adventure he has in store.

A sly grin, laced with mischief, tugs at the corners of Schlatt's lips, revealing a hint of his playful nature. With a relaxed posture, he leans back against the plush cushions of the couch, his body language exuding confidence and ease. His piercing gaze remains unwavering, locked onto you with an intensity that sends a shiver of anticipation down your spine. The soft glow of the room casts intriguing shadows across his angular features, highlighting the subtle stubble on his jawline and the glint of curiosity in his eyes.

"I thought we could play a little game," he finally reveals, his voice laced with a tantalizing hint of mischief. The timbre of his voice sends a delicious shiver down your spine, while his hand, still delicately resting upon your arm, begins its gradual ascent, caressing your skin with a featherlight touch. You find yourself mesmerized by the subtle trail his fingertips trace along the curve of your shoulder, their gentle exploration leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. As his touch lingers on your collarbone, you feel a surge of desire coursing through your veins, the connection between you growing more electrifying with each passing moment. Schlatt's captivating gaze holds you captive, his eyes filled with a mix of playful invitation and unspoken intensity. The soft glow of the room casts alluring shadows across his chiselled features, accentuating the hint of stubble on his jawline.

Your heart quickens its pace, the anticipation mingling with a hint of curiosity as Schlatt's voice drops to a low, smoky murmur. "How about a game of pool? I've been practising," he suggests his words carrying an undertone of something more profound than a simple invitation to play a game. You meet his gaze with a playful glimmer in your eyes, nodding in agreement. "How about this? Whoever pots a ball gets to choose a shot for the other person," you suggest with a teasing grin, a hint of anticipation lacing your voice. The challenge is clear as you lock eyes, both aware of the underlying excitement and potential for mischief that this game holds.

Schlatt's eyes widen, a glimmer of excitement dancing within their depths, as he absorbs your proposition. His head tilts ever so slightly, a mischievous grin spreading across his face like wildfire. The air crackles with electric anticipation as he leans in closer, his voice laced with a tantalizing blend of anticipation and unspoken desires. His lips curl into a devilish smile, his eyes sparkling with mischief and anticipation. "Oh, sweetheart, you've got yourself a deal," he retorts, his voice dripping with playful allure.

Your heart skips a beat at the easy familiarity in his voice, the gentle pet name slipping from his lips effortlessly. It's a simple gesture, but it sets your heart aflutter and sends a rush of warmth coursing through your veins. Schlatt's lips graze yours in a tender, lingering kiss, leaving you breathless and yearning for more. As he pulls away, an impish glint dances in his eyes, and he rises from the couch with a sense of purpose.

Entering the kitchen with a mix of curiosity and anticipation, your eyes are drawn to Schlatt as he skillfully retrieves an array of half-full liquor bottles from his well-stocked cabinet. The melodic sound of liquid swirling and glass delicately clinking fills the air, adding an air of excitement to the atmosphere. With a playful smirk, Schlatt arranges the bottles on the countertop, creating a colourful display of possibilities. "Pick your poison," he teases, his eyes sparkling mischievously as he surveys the selection. "But don't get too excited, I'll be the one potting the balls," he adds with a cocky grin, savouring the anticipation of the upcoming game.

Taking a moment to find your footing, you revel in the delightful buzz of the alcohol coursing through your veins, injecting a newfound boldness into your movements. Your fingers delicately grip the cue, feeling the smoothness of the chalk as you apply it to the tip, ensuring maximum control over your shots. Your attention shifts to Schlatt, his gaze locked onto the neatly arranged triangle of balls, his intense focus a testament to his unwavering confidence. The room seems to pulsate with anticipation as he prepares for the break. With a powerful stroke, Schlatt sends the cue ball hurtling across the smooth expanse of green felt, the resounding crack echoing through the room. The balls erupt in a frenzied dance, colliding with calculated precision and finding their destined pockets with almost mesmerizing grace.

Confidence radiates from your very being as you approach the pool table, "Good luck," Schlatt says, a hint of mischief shining in his eyes as he aims to disrupt your focus. With a focused gaze, you assess the remaining balls, searching for the perfect target. Your eyes land on a vibrant striped ball, beckoning you with its alluring colours. Taking a moment to steady yourself, you grip the cue firmly, feeling the smooth wood against your fingertips. Your mind calculates the angles, envisioning the trajectory of the shot. In a seamless motion, you bring the cue back and forth, delivering a decisive strike to the ball. The room fills with the satisfying thud of impact, followed by a collective intake of breath as the striped ball embarks on its journey. It dances along the edge, defying gravity for a suspended moment, before succumbing to the gravitational pull and gracefully finding its rightful place within the pocket. A surge of elation washes over you, a victorious smile adorning your lips as you revel in the precision of your aim.

A triumphant smile spreads across your face, the rush of accomplishment fueling your competitive spirit. "Looks like I get to choose a shot," you declare, your voice filled with playful triumph. Schlatt's eyes narrow, a spark of amusement dancing in their depths. His expression carries a hint of surprise as if he didn't expect you to make such a skilful shot. "Alright, surprise me," he challenges with a smirk, his gaze fixed on you, his dark irises captivating and intriguing.

You make your way to the kitchen, the clinking of the shot glass against the countertop echoing in the quiet room. With deliberate movements, you pour a clear liquid into the glass, the transparent liquid shimmering under the soft glow of the overhead lights. As you return, your footsteps almost soundless, Schlatt's eyes never waver from your form, his gaze fixated on you with a mixture of intrigue and anticipation. A satisfied smirk plays at the corners of his lips as he leans against the wall, cue in hand, exuding a sense of relaxed confidence. The room feels charged with a subtle tension, the air thick with suspense.

"Bottoms up," you murmur, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you hand over the shot glass. Schlatt's gaze narrows slightly, a mix of curiosity and wariness evident in his expression as he takes the glass in his hand. Without a moment's hesitation, he brings it to his lips and downs the liquid in one swift motion. His features contort briefly, a faint grimace tugging at the corners of his mouth, but he quickly suppresses it with a gruff exhale. He firmly plants the empty glass onto a nearby surface, his brows furrowing in mild surprise. "I didn't realize I had sambuca," he mutters, shaking his head as if trying to rid his taste buds of the lingering flavour.

As you lean over the table to line up your next shot, a playful grin dancing on your lips, you unintentionally press your behind against Schlatt's crotch. A jolt of electricity courses through your body at the accidental contact, and for a moment, time seems to stand still. However, Schlatt surprises you by stepping back, a mix of playful banter and confidence, yet conflicting with underlying nervousness evident in his voice. "Stop trying to distract me, sweetheart, it's not going to work," he jests, his tone laced with a hint of enjoyment from the fleeting touch. The moment hangs in the air, charged with a blend of tension and anticipation before the game resumes with renewed energy.

As you refocus on the game, a surge of anticipation courses through your veins, infusing your every movement with a heightened edge. The clack of the cue against the ball resonates through the room, a resolute symphony of determination. Your shot is executed with precision, the ball rolling across the green felt, but alas, it falls just short of the intended hole. Schlatt steps up to the table, his presence commanding and confident. With a masterful stroke, he forcefully strikes the cue ball, unleashing a powerful ripple of energy that reverberates through the room. The balls scatter and collide, their rapid movements accompanied by the abrupt clattering of their impact. Amid the chaos, a solid-coloured ball gracefully finds its way into a waiting pocket, eliciting a satisfied nod from Schlatt.

With a flicker of movement, he disappears from view, only to reappear moments later, clutching a shot glass filled with liquid gold. The radiant glow of the golden elixir dances under the warm ambience of the room, beckoning you closer with its alluring shimmer. He holds the glass delicately, his gaze fixed on you with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. As you meet his gaze, you can sense a subtle haze of alcohol swirling within. With a gentle yet deliberate motion, he extends his hand, offering you the shot glass. As your fingers intertwine, a subtle spark of electricity passes between you, sending a tingle of anticipation through your veins. Without hesitation, you raise the glass to your lips, the sweet aroma wafting into your nostrils, heightening your senses. The liquid dances across your tongue, its potent flavour bursting on your taste buds, momentarily overwhelming your senses with its intensity.

"Honey Whiskey," Schlatt smiles, his fingers gently wrapping around the shot glass as he takes it from your hand. He sets it down with a satisfied grin, his eyes lingering on the slight grimace that dances across your face. The taste of the potent liquor lingers on your tongue, leaving a mix of sweetness and warmth.

As Schlatt lines up his second shot, you can't help but admire the focused intensity on his face. His brows furrow slightly, showcasing his determination, while a subtle curve graces his lips. His commanding presence looms over the table, his tall frame exuding confidence and ease. With practised precision, he pulls the cue back, his movements fluid and calculated. The sound of the cue striking the ball fills the room, the force behind it evident as the ball rolls effortlessly across the felt, knocking a solid. It slows down, teetering on the edge of the net, its journey seemingly suspended in time. Your breath catches in your throat as you watch with bated anticipation. Every second feels like an eternity as the ball hovers on the precipice, defying gravity. And then, with a gentle final nudge, the ball succumbs to gravity's pull. It rolls, ever so slowly, until it finally finds its destination, sinking into the net with a satisfying clink.

Schlatt's cocky demeanour shines through as he turns to you, a self-satisfied smirk playing upon his lips. With a confident swagger, he closes the distance between you, wrapping his arms around your form. The warmth of his embrace engulfs you, creating an intimate connection between you. His teasing words fill the air, laced with a hint of playful charm. "We can stop now," he jests, his voice brimming with faux chivalry, "I wouldn't want to show you up. That wouldn't be very gentleman-like of me." His embrace tightens, pulling you into a comfortable side hug.

A playful glint dances in your eyes as you scoff, playing along with the charade of fake gallantry. With a gentle push, you jestingly push Schlatt away, your playful banter filling the air. "That's fine," you retort, a coy smile gracing your lips, "if you keep potting balls, I won't be able to bend over the table to hit anything." The puckish insinuation lingers in the air, suffused with a seductive undertone that ignites a playful spark. Schlatt's ardent gaze locks onto yours, a flicker of amusement dancing within the depths of his dark eyes. His lips part, poised to respond, but a brief hesitation stifles his words. Instead, a knowing smirk curves his lips, his gaze momentarily tracing the contours of your body before returning to meet your eyes. The air between you crackles with unspoken tension.

A gentle heat spreads through your body as Schlatt's hand brushes against the small of your back, leaving a lingering sensation that sends a shiver down your spine. You can't help but feel a flutter in your chest, a mixture of excitement and anticipation that intensifies with each passing moment. As he ventures deeper into the kitchen, your mind swirls with a potent blend of emotions, unsure if it's the electric tension between you or the intoxicating effects of the alcohol coursing through your veins that fuels the rising heat within you.

Once again, Schlatt reappears, a shot glass held delicately in his hand. The translucent liquid within seems to shift and shimmer, captivating your gaze. With a mix of eagerness and a subtle hint of apprehension, he extends the glass towards you. Curiosity gets the better of you, and you accept the offering, raising the glass to your lips. As the liquid hits your tongue, a sharp, bitter taste assaults your taste buds, leaving behind an intense sensation akin to swallowing acetone. The burn travels down your throat, eliciting a grimace as you swallow the potent concoction. Schlatt's lips curl into a combination of amusement and a faint grimace as he observes your reaction. There's a hint of satisfaction in his eyes as if he relishes in the mix of surprise and amusement that his concoction has provoked.

"I'll let you play now, otherwise I'm going to be sober," he remarks with an innocent tone, taking a step back from the table. However, he doesn't stray too far, lingering nearby. The warmth of his presence envelopes you, a tangible reminder of his proximity. As you prepare to line up your shot, the sheer size of the table requires you to lean over again, unintentionally pushing your rear upward into the air. The suggestive posture draws a mischievous glimmer to Schlatt's eyes as he appreciates the view. As you focus on perfecting the angle of your shot, meticulously pulling the cue back and forth, you're suddenly aware of the large presence of Schlatt behind you. His hand, warm and gentle, caresses the curve of your hip, sending a shiver of anticipation coursing through your body.

"Go away," you playfully retort your tone a mix of feigned annoyance and longing. Although you need full concentration, there's a part of you that doesn't want him to leave. "Alright, alright," Schlatt chuckles softly, his touch reluctantly retreating from your body. He takes a step back, allowing you the space and concentration you need for your shot. Despite the light-hearted exchange, the absence of his touch leaves a subtle longing in the air, a desire for his presence to linger just a little while longer.

With unwavering determination, you position yourself, aligning your body and mind for the impending shot. The weight of the cue in your hand feels familiar, providing a sense of stability and control. Your focus narrows, blocking out any distractions as you immerse yourself in the challenge before you. Thoughts of strategy and precision consume your mind, mapping out the path of the ball in your imagination. As the tension mounts, a surge of adrenaline courses through your veins, heightening your senses. You inhale deeply, savouring the momentary calm before unleashing your precise stroke, the cue gliding smoothly through the air. The resounding crack of the cue meeting the ball fills the room, a harmonious echo of determination. The ball, propelled by your skilled stroke, dances across the table, gracefully navigating its way past obstacles. With every calculated movement, the tension in the air intensifies, building towards a climactic moment. And then, as if guided by an invisible hand, the ball finds its mark, slipping into the pocket with a satisfying thud.

A triumphant smile graces your lips as you turn to meet Schlatt's gaze, your eyes locked in a captivating exchange. The room seems to pulse with an electric charge, the air heavy with a blend of desire and playful challenge. The flicker of anticipation in his eyes reflects your own, creating an intoxicating dance of unspoken attraction.

"You're not too bad yourself," Schlatt comments, his voice tinged with a husky blend of admiration and amusement. His gaze lingers on your form, unabashed desire evident in his eyes. The typically laid-back demeanour he exudes teeters on the edge, his natural confidence bordering on a brashness that can barely be contained. With each step he takes closer, the space between you diminishes, and you can feel the warmth of his breath against your skin, creating a tantalizing sensation that sends shivers down your spine.

A surge of exhilaration rushes through your veins as he closes the distance between you, his touch sending sparks of anticipation dancing along your skin. The gentle brush of his hand against your arm ignites a trail of sensations. As he leans in, his lips find yours in a fiery, passionate collision. The kiss is electric, a whirlwind of intense emotions and pent-up longing. Your bodies meld together, responding to the magnetic pull that draws you closer, as the world around you fades into a blur of sensations. The heat between you intensifies, creating an all-encompassing vortex of passion and fervour. At that moment, nothing else matters but the intoxicating dance of your lips and the undeniable connection that binds you together.

The world around you melts away, leaving only the two of you entangled in a passionate embrace. Schlatt's hands, guided by both desire and a hint of recklessness, traverse the contours of your body with a familiarity that sets your skin ablaze. Every touch is a symphony of pleasure, each caress igniting a cascade of electrifying sensations that leave you breathless. As fervour takes hold, the game is forgotten, its subtle existence eclipsed by the explosive burst of passion that consumes you both.

As you pull away, a mingling of emotions floods your senses, swirling within you like a tempestuous storm. Your breaths come in shallow gasps, your chest rising and falling with the intensity of the moment. Your eyes meet Schlatt's, searching his gaze for a glimpse into his emotional landscape. In the depths of his eyes, you catch a spark of intensity, a reflection of the myriad emotions that swirl within him. Nervousness flits through your veins, a delicate tremor that accentuates the gravity of the situation. The vulnerability that accompanies an intimate connection dances on the edges of your consciousness, weaving its way into your thoughts. A tinge of self-doubt tugs at the corners of your mind, silently questioning if you're ready to fully embrace the depths of what this moment may hold.

Lust, with its alluring pull, courses through your veins, casting a hazy veil over your senses. The simmering heat that pulsates between you is a magnetic force, drawing you closer with an irresistible pull. Desire rises within you, an intoxicating blend of raw need and longing. Your body yearns for more, craving the touch of his hands, the taste of his lips, and the euphoria that awaits in the depths of passion. Happiness, too, dances within your being, a flickering flame that warms your heart. The connection you've forged, the palpable chemistry that funds the air, carries with it a sense of joy. At this moment, all worries and cares seem to fade away, replaced by an innate bliss that radiates from within.

Heart pounding, you take a moment to steady yourself, allowing the swell of emotions to settle. You meet Schlatt's gaze once again, determination shining in your eyes. You know what you want, even amidst the whirlwind of sensations coursing through your being. And with that certainty, a playful smile tugs at the corners of your lips, a silent invitation to continue on this exhilarating journey together. As you reach out, your fingers intertwining with Schlatt's, you take a step forward, closing the gap between you. A renewed sense of anticipation fills the air, igniting a fire within you that refuses to be extinguished. At that moment, you both surrender to the waves of desire, exploring the uncharted territories of pleasure that lie before you, ready to delve into the depths of this intimate connection.

"I want you, Schlatt," you speak with underlying nervousness, although sure of your own words. A surge of vulnerability intertwines with your resolute desire as you voice your innermost desires. Your words hang in the air, heavy with anticipation and a fragment of nervousness that lingers like a delicate mist. Schlatt's eyes lock onto yours, a sea of emotions swirling within their depths. Surprise passes through Schlatt's features, momentarily breaking through his typically confident facade. His gaze softens, revealing a glimpse of vulnerability that mirrors your own. There's a pause, a fleeting moment where time seems to stand still as he contemplates his response.

A breath escapes his lips, the sound carrying an undercurrent of raw need. His gaze never wavers from yours, locked in a captivating exchange that transcends the barriers of words. The air around you thickens with anticipation, the atmosphere pulsating with magnetic energy. Schlatt's voice, tinged with a husky vulnerability, resonates with a fervent intensity as he finally finds his words. The admission spills forth, baring his desires with a breathtaking honesty that leaves you captivated. "I've wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you," he confesses, the weight of his words hanging in the air, charged with the weight of his longing.

With a rush of exhilaration coursing through your veins, you lean in, closing the physical and emotional distance between you and Schlatt. The taste of alcohol lingers on your lips, intertwining with the budding passion that brews within. Your kiss is passionate and hungry, a meeting of lips that speaks volumes, transcending the confines of words. It's a dance of tongues and desires, a symphony of the senses that leaves you both breathless.

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Are there any guided tours available for the Brooklyn Bridge?

The Brooklyn Bridge stands as an iconic symbol of engineering brilliance and a testament to the rich history of New York City. Tourists and locals alike are drawn to its majestic towers and breathtaking views of the Manhattan skyline. If you're considering a visit to this historic landmark, you might be wondering: Are there any guided tours available for the Brooklyn Bridge?

Unraveling the Secrets of the Brooklyn Bridge:

The Brooklyn Bridge, completed in 1883, has long been a magnet for those seeking to explore its architectural marvels and delve into the stories that have unfolded on its famous promenade. Guided tours offer an excellent way to enhance your experience and gain deeper insights into the history and significance of this iconic structure.

Why Opt for a Guided Tour?

Historical Context:

Guided tours provide a wealth of historical context that is often missed when exploring landmarks independently. Knowledgeable guides can share captivating stories about the bridge's construction, the lives of the people behind it, and the impact it has had on the city.

Architectural Insights:

The Brooklyn Bridge is a feat of engineering, and a guided tour allows you to appreciate its architectural details up close. Guides can explain the design choices made by John A. Roebling and his son, Washington Roebling, and how the bridge has withstood the test of time.

Scenic Perspectives:

The views from the Brooklyn Bridge are unparalleled, and a guided tour ensures that you don't miss any of the picturesque sights. Guides can point out notable landmarks, share anecdotes about the skyline, and help you capture the perfect photo.

Safety and Convenience:

Navigating the crowds on the Brooklyn Bridge can be challenging, especially during peak times. Guided tours often come with the added benefit of priority access, ensuring a smoother and more enjoyable experience.

Popular Guided Tours:

Brooklyn Bridge Walking Tours:

Many tour companies offer guided walking tours across the Brooklyn Bridge. These tours typically cover the history of the bridge, its construction, and its cultural significance. Some even include a stroll through the charming neighborhoods of DUMBO (Down Under the Manhattan Bridge Overpass) on the Brooklyn side.

Bike Tours:

For a more active exploration, consider a guided bike tour that takes you not only across the Brooklyn Bridge but also through the surrounding areas. These tours provide a unique perspective on the bridge and allow you to cover more ground in a shorter time.

Night Tours:

Experience the magic of the Brooklyn Bridge illuminated against the night sky with a guided evening tour. Learn about the bridge's history while enjoying the twinkling lights of the city.

Conclusion:

Whether you're a history buff, an architecture enthusiast, or simply a traveler seeking a memorable experience, guided tours of the Brooklyn Bridge offer a fantastic way to immerse yourself in the allure of this iconic structure. Check with local tour operators or online platforms to find a tour that suits your preferences and embark on a journey that unveils the secrets and stories of the Brooklyn Bridge.

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'D-DAY' THE MOVIE : GUEST APPEARANCES

After their separation following Yoongi's military announcement, netizens will finally get to see more of the Min siblings' beautiful relationship.

March 13, 2023 (12:15PM)

On March 13, At 12AM KST the trailer for Agust D's upcoming movie was unveiled, stirring quite the excitement throughout social media platforms with short performance clips and deep reflections on the tour itself. It will follow the rapper through the encore of his 2023 'D-Day' tour, featuring performances from fellow BTS members RM, Jimin and Jungkook as well as his younger sister, ATEEZ member Himari.

The young idol in question joined the rapper on stage on June 25, in the midst of her own group promotions, to perform their recently released single 'Pray'. This specific stage remains the topic of many conversations surrounding the 'D-Day' era, showcasing the impact their chemistry had on the audience.

Netizens expressed looking forward to their single's performance as it might be the only time it is seen performed live, with both artists having stated that they likely would never sing these tracks without the other - with the exception of 'Hikikomori' as it was heavily rooted in the vocalist's personal experience. Their setlist also included songs Agust D created in collaboration with other artists, namely; Burn It (ft. MAX), People Pt. 2 (ft. IU) and so far away (ft. SURAN).

Their relationship has been fawned over since the public learned about their adoptive ties in 2019, and although 'Road to D-Day' had quite a few interactions it seems there is still very little content regarding the two together. With the rapper often talking about his younger sister and boasting about her achievements during solo lives, fans have been ecstatic about getting to see more of this loving bond.

The cinematic cut will be available in theaters and IMAX worldwide on April 10 & 13. Ticket sales begin March 12, 11AM (ET). Check your local venues for varying additional screening dates.

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Kid-Friendliest Dinosaur Activities at Jurassic World

While we can all be excited about the recent unveiling of Indominus Rex, we want everyone to have a good time at Jurassic World, and that includes the little hatchlings. If you have young children of a timid nature at the park, you may not be sure of the best way to show them a good time. Rest assured, we have some suggestions!

Visit the Gentle Giants Petting Zoo: the perfect way to introduce your young ones to the wonder of dinosaurs! Start by hanging around the fence with some Dino Kibble ($5.00). Let the dinosaurs come to you. The baby apatosaurs especially love to graze here for snacks, and their sweet demeanors will more than make up for their messy eating habits.

Walk the Botanical Gardens: We know, we know, but hear us out. The Gardens aren't just home to plants. There are also several zoo-style exhibits featuring small or low-maintenance prehistoric species. Take the bridge over Compsognathus Cove, and watch the little compies scamper after you. Visit the Lystrosaurus Layaway, and ask the keepers about taking a closer look. Keep an eye out for Meganeura, the giant dragonflies that buzz freely about the Gardens.

Check Out the Living Fossils: Work your way up to the Mosasaurus Feeding Show with this happy little aquarium off the Underwater Observatory. While the species housed here (horseshoe crabs, jellyfish, coelacanth, nautilus) aren't technically prehistoric, they've been in existence for millions of years, giving us a humbling perspective on the nature of evolution and extinction.

Take a Drone Tour: Now premiering in the Innovation Center, this short but sweet experience allows your children to take virtual control of an aerial drone, similar to those used by park rangers to monitor the dinosaurs. Zoom over the jungles for an enviable look at our magnificent herds without fear. The drone's security sensors will keep your children from getting too close, and hopefully help them to conquer their fear of the dinosaurs. Before you know it, they'll be begging for a ride on the Gyrosphere or the Jurassic Tour!

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Court of Miracles AU Collaboration

For the first time, I'm doing a collab AU with an anonymous co creator. And I'm extremely excited to announce it as it's going to be absolutely fun for me to write for all the drama, angst, cliches, the whole nine yards. It is going to be a blast. Without further ado, let me unveil our creation

World

After the creation of the universe and the eons that Velze lived, he split himself into the kwamis that roam the universe using the concepts he had learned through his life. The kwamis wandered for the first eon, figuring their place in the universe. During that eon, they took a liking to the mortal creatures that inhabited the countless worlds. Curiosity got the better of the kwamis and they mingled with the finite creatures. In time, they wanted to give and be more with the creatures as Velze once did. However, they learned from Velze’s mistakes and blessed mortals, offering a portion of themselves. The powers granted to the first would carry on until the very last when existence was gone from that world and the kwamis would move on.

During their tour around the cosmos, they came upon a world whose mortals were too ambitious for their own good. Instead of ruling justly and providing for the other mortals, they wished to rule. Enraged by the attempted coup, the kwamis merged back into Velze, who delivered swift, divine punishment. From that day forward, Velze would return to punish any that step out of line and betray the kwamis. Furthermore, it would be Velze that decided which of these blessed child would rise and become the heir to the families.

After the incident, the kwamis continued until they reached Earth. They continued their blessing, but the blessings spread too thin with many to claim the title of heir and a place in the Court of Miracles, a human-kwami-demigod ran council that rules the world in secret, ensuring humanity’s well-being. However, the Court is not without fault as those within revel in their status and the powers granted to them, allowing corruption to spread through.

Heirs

Since the first humans were blessed by the kwamis, they had attempted to keep the bloodlines contained, but throughout history, some heirs were careless and laid with the mundane mortals. This spread the bloodlines thin, leaving the newer generations with fewer and fewer powers. Attempts have been made to keep the blessings strong as they arrange partnerships and other arrangements. Namely the most powerful of the heirs with other powerful heirs.

Heirs are placed within three categories: Low, Mid, High. Lowborns are the weakest, typically having a single power. Midborns land in the middle with two to three powers and possessing characteristics of the kwamis animal. Highborns are the strongest with four to five powers, possessing their kwami’s animal characteristics, and develop additional powers based on the animal. Amongst the highborns are elite that possess a beast form, allowing them to transform into a human/animal hybrid.

Story

This tale follows Juleka as a college student. She has been shut out of her family and deemed an outcast for reasons unknown to her. While away at her dorms, she experiences a horrific nightmare and when she wakes the next morning, she has transformed into a naga creature with bizarre powers. For a brief time, she hides these powers as she explores them, until she returns home during a celebration for her twin, Luka. Juleka snaps and slips up, transforming in front of her family.

Following her transformation, she is thrust into the Court to be presented as an heir to the snake family despite her refusal. While she is within Court, she must learn to maneuver it and deal with the other heirs while finding her place again in this new world.

Cast

We present a full cast of characters, one for every kwami! The order they are listed in is their importance/seat in court. 1 being the highest/most important.

1. Reality and Imagination – Marc and Nathaniel

2. Creation and Destruction – Marinette and Felix

3. Time and Space – Jalil and Alix

4. Genesis and Destiny – Aeon and Mireille

5. Nature, Life, Beauty, Transformation, and Protection – Mylene, Juleka/Luka, Adrien, Zoe, and Socqueline

6. Body and Soul – Kim and Ondine

7. Memory and Oblivion – Nathalie and Veronique

8. Deception and Truth – Lila and Nora

9. Devotion and Betrayal – Chloe and Manon

10. Knowledge and Intuition – Max and Alya

11. Perception and Ignorance – Jessica and Chris

12. Freedom and Connection – Ali and Rose

13. Valor and Fear – Fei Wu and Nino

14. Love and Animosity – Sabrina and Aurore

15. Delight and Sorrow – Bridgette and Delmar

16. Determination and Lethargy – Ivan and Kagami

17. Drudgery and Revelry – Penny and Jagged

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Why won't you love me?

calum and y/n are in a situationship. smut warning

In the early chapters of our connection, stolen glances defined the hidden corners of Sydney. Every alley and street corner became a canvas for our clandestine meetings, the city itself narrating a story around our growing affection.

Nights evolved into a captivating dance of shared laughter, lingering touches, and whispered confessions beneath the city lights. Sydney transformed into our secret playground, and Calum reveled in the way my laughter intertwined with the melodies of his bass, composing a symphony for our undercover romance.

As the months wove a tapestry of experiences, Calum's band embarked on a whirlwind tour. The stages, bathed in spotlight magic, served as the backdrop for my enchantment with the music and the irresistible charisma of Calum's performances. Backstage, amidst the pre-show chaos, our connection deepened in stolen moments of intimacy.

I often found myself attending Calum's shows, following him back to the tour bus. This night was no different. The air shimmered with a shared understanding as he pressed me against the wall, initiating a kiss that echoed with insatiable hunger.

"Been waiting for this," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "All damn night."

His kiss was demanding, his crotch grinding against my thigh with a growing urgency. Calum's hands, explorers on a mission, roamed my body, pulling me closer with each forceful caress.

"Tell me what you want," he demanded, his voice a hot whisper against my ear.

“I want you to wreck me,” I replied innocently.

“Oh, I was definitely planning on that,” he smirked.

Calum pushed my dress up, revealing the contours of my body like an artist unveiling a masterpiece.

"God, you're fucking stunning," he rasped, his voice a low growl filled with admiration.

His hand found its way between my legs, roughly rubbing circles over my clothed pussy. He pushed my panties to the side, inserting two long fingers, setting a rough and fast pace.

"Calum," I gasped, my voice a breathy plea. "Don't fucking stop."

“You like when my fingers are inside you?” he smirked.

“Fuck, yes, I love your fingers,” I moaned, nearing my climax.

Calum could feel me pulsing around his fingers, indicating I was close. He began rubbing my clit as his fingers continued their assault, sending me over the edge.

Undressing, Calum guided me onto the bed. "I've been craving this," he confessed, his voice a rough admission of the desires that had lingered unspoken. Calum climbed on top of me, kissing me roughly, his cock teasing me as it rested on my drenched pussy.

“Calum, please, I need you inside of me,” I begged.

Calum obeyed, quickly entering me, giving me no time to adjust to his size before beginning his thrusts. Calum's thrusts were slow and hard, each one receiving a loud moan from me as he slowly entered deeper and deeper.

Calum grabbed my hips, pulling me closer towards him with each thrust. My moans grew louder as he increased his speed. I felt my inner walls pulsing around him, my hands clawing his back as I reached my peak.

“Oh God, Calum, yes!” I screamed out in pleasure. Calum began to speed up his thrusts, pushing me to my limits. I grasped onto the sheets as I felt myself nearing my climax.

“I’m so close, Calum!” I shouted as I felt the waves of pleasure radiating throughout my body. Calum began to thrust harder and faster, pushing me over the edge as I screamed out in pleasure. My orgasm was strong and powerful.

Calum kept thrusting, his own pleasure increasing with each passing second until he finally reached his own climax, spilling his warmth deep inside me.

Calum pulled out, and we lay intertwined in silence for a while.

The room seemed to close in on us as Calum's gaze bore into mine. The remnants of passion lingered in the air, but the atmosphere had shifted, taking on the weight of unspoken truths and brewing tensions.

"Are you going to leave me again tonight?" Calum's question hung in the air, his vulnerability exposed in the rawness of his emotions. I laid there, a mix of frustration and an indifferent look in my eyes, contemplating the words that were about to unfold.

Calum's eyes, once filled with the excitement of shared adventures and stolen moments, were now clouded with a hint of desperation. "Y/N, we've had something special. Those nights beneath the city lights, the stolen glances in hidden corners of Sydney, they meant more to me than just late-night adventures. I thought we were building something real."

I sighed, the weight of our conversation feeling like an unexpected plot twist. "Calum, you're overthinking this. We're having fun, right? Why ruin it with all these expectations?"

Tears welled up in Calum's eyes, an unspoken plea for understanding. "This isn't just fun for me, Y/N. It's not just about the moments; it's about the connection we share. I thought we were in this together, creating something more than fleeting memories."

The room hung heavy with the weight of our unspoken desires and fears. Calum's gaze bore into mine, a silent plea for acknowledgment and reciprocation. "You're making this more complicated than it needs to be," I retorted, my expression indifferent. "Why can't we just enjoy what we have without overanalyzing everything?"

Calum, his frustration reaching its peak, took a step closer, trying to bridge the emotional gap. "Y/N, it's not about overanalyzing. It's about wanting something real. I've taken you to our shows, shared moments backstage, and poured my heart into songs about you, all because I believed in us. I need more than just the thrill of the moment; I need a future with you."

The atmosphere crackled with the tension between us, an invisible thread binding us in a complex dance of longing and hesitation. Calum, his eyes locked onto mine, realized that our love story, or lack thereof, had reached a crossroads.

"Why won't you love me?" The words escaped Calum's lips, a desperate plea layered with frustration and longing. It was a moment of vulnerability, a cry for reassurance in the face of uncertainty.

I met his gaze, grappling with the gravity of the situation. The silence stretched, echoing the unspoken complexities of our connection. Calum, on the edge of emotional turmoil, took a step closer, as if physical proximity could bridge the emotional gap.

"Y/N, please," he implored, his voice a desperate plea that cut through the heavy silence. His eyes, pools of vulnerability, glistened with unshed tears, mirroring the pain etched on his face. ""Don't leave. I need you. I thought we were creating something beautiful together. You're not just a passing moment; you're the melody in every song, the color in every day. Can't you see how much you mean to me?"

His plea hung in the air, a fragile hope teetering on the precipice of heartbreak. The room seemed to echo with the weight of unspoken emotions, the space shrinking as the seconds ticked away.

My gaze, steady but distant, met Calum's. "Calum, I care about you, but this isn't working.”

Tears welled in Calum's eyes, his voice a desperate whisper. "Please, Y/N, give us a chance. I can change, we can make this work. I don't want to lose you."

I took a step closer, my expression softened by empathy. "Calum, it's not about changing. It's about us. We're on different paths, looking for different things. Staying won't fix that."

Desperation clung to Calum's words like a lifeline. "I love you, Y/N. I can't let you go. We can find a way to make it work, to be together."

Gently, I touched his cheek, a bittersweet smile on my lips. His shoulders slumped, defeated, as if the weight of the world rested upon him. "I can't bear the thought of you leaving. Please, stay. Let's figure this out together."

I shook my head, a mix of sadness and resolution in my eyes. "Calum, I need to go. Maybe one day, when we've both figured ourselves out, our paths will cross again. But for now, we need to let go."

As I turned to leave, Calum's voice, a broken whisper, lingered in the air. "Please stay," he implored one last time, the words a plea that echoed in the emptiness of the room, a plea that remained unanswered as the door closed behind me.

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bugna: TAKIPSILIM | destiny's twilight

CHAPTER SEVEN

Pairing: MCU Moon Knight System (Marc/Jake/Steven) x Avatar Fem!Reader

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CHAPTER SEVEN - A NIGHT OF DISCOVERY, HISTORY & CONNECTION.

As you and Steven Grant made your way through the dimly lit and quiet corridors of the British Museum, you could sense his anticipation building with each step. The soft echo of your combined footsteps on the marble floor reverberated through the air, signaling the beginning of a journey into the heart of history.

"This way," you whispered, leading Steven toward the gallery section that was still off-limits to the public. Here, you had meticulously designed and curated a mockup of the upcoming Ennead exhibit, a tribute to ancient Egypt's timeless legacy. Your heart quickened with excitement, knowing that you were about to unveil this hidden treasure to a kindred spirit.

The cool, hallowed air of the museum seemed to envelop you both as you approached the exhibit room, and Steven’s eyes widened as he took in the grandeur of the entrance. You then pushed open the imposing wooden doors with a hushed creak, finally gesturing to your last tour guide applicant to follow you.

Steven's jaw nearly dropped at the sight that greeted him. Before him sprawled a vast expanse of Egyptian artifacts and relics, each meticulously and elegantly arranged in their respective glass display case. The room itself was a treasure trove of ancient Egyptian culture, a silent testament to the civilization that had once flourished along the banks of the Nile. The golden hieroglyphics on the nearby relic gleamed, and statues of pharaohs stood frozen in time. The room was bathed in soft, ambient lighting, casting an ethereal glow and making the room feel like a sanctuary for history enthusiasts.

"This... this is incredible," Steven whispered in awe, his voice barely more than a breath. His eyes were wide with wonder as he looked around the exquisite artifacts, unable to believe that he would now have the opportunity to study and talk about the subject matter he felt most passionately about. “I can’t believe I’m actually here, this is mental”

You couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm. His reaction was exactly the response you had hoped for. "I'm glad you like it," you replied, your voice equally hushed. "I’ve been putting this exhibit together for the past month, and I’m really proud of it”

“You should be proud, Mira”, Steven turned to you, his eyes shining with gratitude. “I can’t believe this, it’s like walking through a dream”

“You better believe it. This is just a taste of what the next few weeks will offer", you replied, feeling a swell of pride at his words before shifting to the next phase of the tour guide application process. “Are you ready to break this down?”

“I’m aces, yeah”, Steven affirmed eagerly. With an eager gleam in your eye, you went on to explain the task at hand.

"Now, let me explain how tonight’s guided tour will work for the evaluation”, you started to say, clapping your hands together. “You see, Steven, I want you to experience this room as our visitors will. I’ll give you fifteen minutes to explore these curated pieces and come up with your own tour plan. Imagine you're guiding a group of five-year old children through this exhibit. What would you show them first? What stories would you tell?"

Steven nodded once more, his face a portrait of concentration as his eyes were already scanning the exhibit room. He then pulled out his phone, ready to absorb as much information as he could.

"I want you to pick out the artifacts that resonate with you the most, the ones you believe will captivate our visitors”, you couldn't help but smile at his actions, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction in sharing this moment with him. “Take notes, capture your thoughts, and when you're ready, we'll go through your plan together."

"I think I get it," he said, his excitement growing. His nimble fingers tapped open a note-taking app. "I'll start jotting down some ideas right away."

“I’ll be back here after fifteen minutes”, you started to walk away from him, heading towards the doors and looking back at him one more time. “Let’s roleplay your guided tour for the evaluation. I will be a five-year old tourist walking through the exhibit for the first time. Good luck, Steven”

“Thanks, Mira”, Steven nodded eagerly, his eyes already darting from one exhibit to another. “See you in a bit”

You watched him for a moment, admiring his dedication to the task at hand, before slipping out of the room. As you left, you couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. You had high hopes for Steven, and you were eager to see how he would approach the challenge.

Fifteen minutes later, you returned to the exhibit room to find Steven fully absorbed in his role as a potential museum tour guide. Gone was the casual, unassuming man you had met just minutes ago. In his place stood a charismatic and knowledgeable museum tour guide, ready to lead you through the intricate tapestry of Egyptian history.

His face lit up as he saw you, and he welcomed you with open arms and a contagious vigor.

"Welcome, dear visitor," he said with a playful bow, his British accent lending an air of sophistication to his words. "I'm Steven Grant, and I'll be your guide on this journey through the wonders of ancient Egypt."

You couldn't help but be charmed by his enthusiasm. "I'm ready to be amazed, Steven."

And amazed you were. As Steven began his tour, his voice filled the room with a soft-spoken eloquence that drew you in. Needless to say, you were blown away by his vast knowledge of Egyptian history and culture.

Steven didn't simply overload you with information, facts and figures. Instead, he engaged you in a captivating dialogue, his teaching style reminiscent of a master storyteller. He approached and presented each artifact with finesse and a creative flair, his unique way with his words introducing a little back-and-forth as he encouraged you to share your thoughts and ask questions. It was a cerebral dance, an intellectual tango that left you spellbound.

"Did you know," he began, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm, "that the goddess Isis was often depicted as a woman with a throne-shaped headdress and an ankh—the symbol of life—in her hand? It's a powerful representation of fertility and rebirth."

You nodded, genuinely intrigued. "I've always found the symbolism in Egyptian art to be so captivating."

As you discussed the intricacies of an ornate golden necklace next, you couldn't help but be drawn into Steven's world. "This piece," he explained, his voice tinged with a hint of mystery, "is believed to have belonged to a high priestess of the 18th dynasty. Can you imagine the ceremonies she must have officiated, adorned in this exquisite jewelry?"

You were entranced by his words, your imagination running wild. "It's truly remarkable," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "The craftsmanship is impeccable."

Steven's eyes sparkled with appreciation for your observation. "Indeed, it is. And the hieroglyphics inscribed on it tell a story of devotion and spirituality that transcends time."

As the tour continued, you found yourself drawn deeper into the world Steven had created within the exhibit room. Time seemed to slip away as you discussed the significance of papyrus scrolls, marveled at ancient pottery, and examined intricate sculptures. The exhibit you’ve curated came to life under Steven's guidance, with him sharing anecdotes and historical insights along the way.

Finally, as you stood before a life-sized replica of the Rosetta Stone, Steven concluded the tour with a flourish. "And here we have the key to unlocking the mysteries of ancient Egypt," he declared, his voice filled with reverence. "The Rosetta Stone, with its inscriptions in three different scripts, allowed scholars to decipher the hieroglyphs and unlock the stories of this incredible civilization."

"Steven, this is incredible”, you said, unable to contain your admiration any longer. “I must say, this has been one of the most engaging and informative museum tours I've ever experienced"

"Thank you so much”, He bowed and smiled modestly, clearly pleased by your praise. "I’m glad you’ve had fun and enjoyed the tour”

“That horrible manager of yours really wasted your skills away in the museum back office”, you then added, shaking your head in disbelief. “If we ever meet, I’m going to have words”

“There’s no need for that”, Steven muttered bashfully, his cheeks starting to taint pink at your mild outburst. “I’m truly honored to have this opportunity, really. I’m just happy to get to tour you at your best work”

"You have a unique gift for this, Steven”, you spoke softly, your tone filled with admiration. “Your passion and ability to bring history to life are remarkable."

"Thank you again”, Steven replied with a gracious nod. “That's really high praise coming from you."

You didn't hesitate to offer professional feedback after, drawing from your own experience as a seasoned guide and curator. Steven welcomed your input, appreciating your perspective as a fellow enthusiast of the museum world. It was a meeting of minds, a shared passion for history and culture.

“I’ll send you an email next week regarding your application result”, you said, briefly glancing at your watch as the digital numbers blinked back at you: 8:15 PM. It was dinner time, and the city of London was slowly being cloaked in the shroud of night.

You turned to Steven, your companion for the evening, and extended an invitation with a warm smile.

"How about we continue our conversation over dinner?" you asked, your voice filled with genuine warmth. “My treat”

Steven hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering with uncertainty and apprehension. He’s well aware of Marc’s complicated feelings about you, and he didn't want to add to the tension. However, he couldn't bring himself to decline your invitation, not when you looked at him with those inviting eyes.

"That sounds lovely," he replied with a genuine smile, his voice tinged with gratitude.

The two of you began to stroll through the dimly lit night streets of London, your footsteps echoing against the cobblestone pavement. The city's bustling energy contrasted with the serenity of your conversation as random small talks between you filled the air. Ranging from subjects as diverse as your knowledge of ancient Egypt to the rich history of the Philippines, especially during the times before the colonizers discovered and invaded your home country.

You had much to share about the latter topic which seemed to captivate Steven as he listened intently and hung on to your every word, your passionate words painting vivid pictures of your home country's rich tapestry for him. Little did he know that he was in the company of someone who was a living testament to the powerful times you spoke of.

Eventually, you both arrived at a cozy steakhouse restaurant, its warm lighting and inviting atmosphere embracing you as you entered. For Steven, this place held a slightly painful memory from a failed date with a museum tour guide named Dylan from the National Art Gallery. But tonight, as he held the door open for you, he couldn't help but feel a sense of hope and nostalgia wash over him. He didn't feel melancholic anymore, but rather hopeful and sentimental, a new chapter unfolding before him.

A vaguely familiar waiter, an elderly man with a warm smile and a twinkle in his eye, greeted both of you as you were seated. He looked at you and Steven, making a quick assumption.

"A new couple, I presume?" he said with a wink. "You two make a lovely pair. And may I say, you, young lady, are timelessly beautiful."

Steven blushed, his cheeks turning a shade of crimson with embarrassment as he fumbled for words. The compliment itself made your heart flutter, even though you knew it was a misunderstanding.

“Thank you, kind sir”, you let out a small breathless laugh, graciously accepting the compliment as your eyes sparkled with amusement. Steven's heart skipped a beat, not only because of the old man's assumption but because you didn't correct him.

Recovering himself, Steven pulled out a chair with all the grace of a proper gentleman, and you took your seat with a grateful smile. Seated across from each other, the waiter handed you both menus to finally select your future dinner choices.

"Do you have any dietary restrictions, Steven?", you asked, briefly looking up to meet his eyes. “Or any preferences I should know?”

Steven was immediately taken aback by your kindness and compassion, looking genuinely touched by your consideration. "Actually, I'm vegan," he admitted, eyes sparkling with gratitude.

"I respect that. I try to eat healthy, though I'm not completely vegan myself”, you smiled, nodding in understanding. “We'll find something delicious for you here, I'm sure."

After placing your orders, you continued your animated conversation as the night unfolded in a delightful dance of words and laughter. You and Steven navigated through a wide range of topics, shifting from ancient civilizations to contemporary art, from travel anecdotes to favorite books. Your discussions were punctuated by soft laughs and animated chuckles, creating a warm and intimate atmosphere in the restaurant.

The hours passed in a delightful blur as you savored both the food and the company. And as you sat there, surrounded by the soft glow of the restaurant, sharing stories and laughter, it was becoming clear that this evening was something more than just a simple dinner. It was an enchanting connection, a budding friendship, and a beautiful memory in the making.

As you glanced at the clock, you realized that it was well past midnight. The evening had flown by, and you weren't ready for it to end. After you settled the bill with the waiter and prepared to leave the restaurant, you then turned to Steven, a smile playing on your lips.

"Steven, this has been an incredible night," you said sincerely. "I can't remember the last time I enjoyed a dinner so much."

His eyes twinkled with a warmth that mirrored your own feelings, knowing now for a fact that there’s a light at the end of the tunnel from his failed date with Dylan. He realized now that the pain of that night was all worth it as it led him to finally know what a true good company is.

"I feel the same way. Thank you so much for tonight."

END OF CHAPTER SEVEN.

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