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fallen029 · 2 years

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pls make a miraxus au where mira took laxus for granted and she wants him back? might as well do the alternate. DO BOTH PLS

They hadn’t seen much of one another recently.

Mirajane was busy with work, he was off on jobs, and even when both were free, or could make themselves so, well…

It wasn’t that she didn’t like Laxus.

Because she did.

A lot.

So much so that she was becoming increasingly concerned with the level of attraction she felt for the slayer. In frequent dates had quickly turned into a two week venture off to the coast where she never saw the beach and other than for food, neither left the hotel room.

It was the best time of her life.

But it was scary.

Mirajane didn’t rely on men.

For anything.

She was not only a self-made woman, but also very prideful about that fact.

Somehow, dating Laxus wouldn’t feel that way.

In the short few months they’d been seeing one another, he’d more than lavished her with gifts and had even been offering up another vacation.

“You know,” he’d grinned toothily, “actually see the beach this time?”

And she’d agreed then, because they were in bed and his hair was messy and she thought he looked so cute, when he was pleased with himself. And he was then, because she was beside him, agreeing that yeah, they’d have to set something up.

But then she got to thinking.

She did it too much some times.

The others all thought her to be dim, or at least playing up this quality, but Mira often found herself lapsing into silences or default giggles and smiles as she internally mulled over new information.

Dating Laxus had slowly taken over her social life.

It was all anyone asked her about anymore. How her and Laxus were doing. If she was still seeing him. Wasn’t it weird, when he wasn’t around that much? What was he like, anyways? Away from the guild? He’d long fallen into his silent shtick after his excommunication, but surely he wasn’t like that out on a date? Right?

“What’s he like in bed?” Cana asked around a mug of ale and a sharp, piercing gaze. As Mira blushed, she’d only insisted, “Don’t lie to me.”

“Electric,” Lucy, who sat beside, answered, but when both Mira’s heavy eyes and Cana’s surprised ones hit fell to her, the blonde was sure to shake her head and explain, “I was just kidding, Mira!”

Mirajane had never had a man be the focal point of their relationship.

She wasn’t even sure if Laxus really was.

She’d always been the more attractive partner. Not the reacher. And she wasn’t reaching for Laxus either, now, she was pretty sure, but his closed off persona left people with few access points to the man’s inner workings. Even Evergreen, Freed, and Bickslow sat around the guild after the woman was known to go out with the slayer the night prior, in hopes of picking up any juicy gossip dropped as she relayed the events to her friends.

Laxus had built an enigma.

One Mira found alluring, but somehow hated once it was blown.

The slayer wasn’t what they all thought he was.

He still was the man she was attracted to, magically gifted, strong, handsome, and witty, but there wasn’t as big a mystic as others hoped. Away from the hall, away from others, Laxus wasn’t as mysterious.

In fact, the man was quite open.

He told her plainly about whatever happened to his mother, anyways, and what his thoughts were on his father’s current location. Just a few strokes of his hair, a few nights of intimacy, and he was telling her all about how the others didn’t get it, Makarov hadn’t always been so nice, his father hadn’t always been so bad, and snowmen were vile creatures that shouldn’t ever be made.

Only the last one really threw her for loop, but the woman had only grinned, nuzzling into crook of his neck to hide.

He told her about all the other women he’d ever been serious about.

There weren’t that many.

Just two actual relationships spanned over his twenty some odd years of life that felt significant.

He told her about all the other women he hadn’t been serious about.

The ones who’d been serious about him.

He told her about his sickness, when he was a boy, and Ivan spending all their savings on that Dragon Lacrima.

It felt too soon.

All of it.

But it wasn’t really, she knew, as it was nearing a year since they’d first began dating, but spread across their tight schedules…

Sometimes she felt impossibly close to the man.

Others, distanced.

It was scary for her too. Being with someone for so long. Even without exclusivity, she was rare to see the same man as often as she found herself bunking at the slayer’s place.

Everything felt so sudden.

Everything felt so slow.

“I don’t think I can go on the trip, Laxus.”

The man frowned some as he stood out on the Strauss’ household’s front porch. He’d come by for his usual date with Mira (every Tuesday night he wasn’t out of town, he could always count on her giving him her free night away from the hall), but rather than being met with a kiss and suggestion for where to dine, Mira started with letting him down not so easily.

“The trip?” He frowned. It had been something they’d been talking about for a few weeks, at first abstractly, but on a whim the week before, he’d bought train tickets and booked a nice villa for him and the demon to inhabit for a little over a week. When he’d told her about it, she’d seemed happy, but cautioned him that she still had to figure her work schedule out. “If this is about the length of the stay, you can always go back home early-”

“I don’t want to go at all.”

Laxus let out a short huff of breath. “Mira-”

“It’s just…” She shrugged. “Not the right time.”

He frowned. “What does that mean?”

Laxus didn’t understand. Her words. Their meaning. Intention. He’d been whistling, even, on his walk over, thinking up ways to convince the demon to spend the evening at his place and, even if not, to let him crash at hers. She was all he’d thought about, on the short job he’d taken last week, and had made sure to be home in time for their date.

Mira now treating him so coldly melted his brain.

The woman shook her head some as she said, “I just don’t wanna go.”

“Well,” Laxus grumbled with a frown, “I’m not going to lose the money I already sunk into this, Mira.”

She looked away. “I know.”

He took a step forwards. “Then-”

“Then,” Mira said as she took her own, back towards the door, “maybe you should go with someone else.”

“W-What?”

“It’s not like we’re exclusive, Laxus.” She shrugged. “You can-”

“I never,” he griped, “said we were.”

“Why does it have to be me that goes?” she asked and he thought he figured it out then.

Her game.

She wanted him to tell her plainly how much she meant to him, was that it? Huh?

His stricken look turned to a glare as he retorted, “It doesn’t,” because Laxus Dreyar didn’t fucking play these goddamn games.

But Mira’s expression didn’t change at his assertion, only remarked, “You have plenty of time to figure it out.”

Laxus swallowed. “I don’t think I wanna go out tonight. Mira. With you.”

Her lips parted and she sucked in a breath, but his words weren’t enough to change her mind.

“That’s fine.” She even yawned softly, hand now on the door knob behind her as she said, “I’m pretty exhausted.”

“Yeah?” He snorted, turning his back on her as he started down the porch steps. “I’m fucking not.”

“Laxus-”

“I’m going to go out.”

“Good for you.”

“I’m gonna go get fucking laid.”

“Perfect.”

“And,” he finished, “I’m gonna invite whoever the fuck I pick on that trip. Fuck all night. Every night. Take her out to dinner, buy her-”

“That’s great, Laxus.” Mira turned the knob and though she wouldn’t turn around fully, did slip back into the house. Her eyes were still on the man though, watching as he stormed off her property. Softly, and mostly to herself, she insisted, “Exactly what I want.”

He did go out that night.

Go really fucking drunk.

And then went to Bickslow and Freed’s place to whine on their couch about how awful Mirajane was and how she was playing some sort of satanic trick on him, he was pretty sure, anyways, and why didn’t she want him?

Huh?

The next morning brought a headache and the doting nature of his two closest friends, but Laxus shoved off their concerns as he headed straight to the guildhall. Mirajane was there, of course, already pretty busy with her mid morning tasks, but he could tell she noted his presence from the way she stiffed and tries to causally glance back at the guildhall doors the second he graced them.

Laxus knew better than to interfere with her work though. Especially if he was hoping to reconcile.

So he took a seat at his usual table and awaited the woman to bring him his beer and a meal.

Only, Kinana was the one to do so, something that wouldn’t be a problem a year ago, but now? Now the demon took time out to see him, no matter how busy. Giving up his table to Kinana felt personal.

Intentional.

If she was going to be petty though, he could be the same.

Even after finishing his meal and two mugs of ale, Laxus refused to move on from the hall. Not even when the Thunder Legion, all three, begged him to go training with them that afternoon.

“Can’t,” he grumbled as he only glared down into his third mug. “Busy.”

Mirajane wasn’t stupid.

She knew he was waiting for her break.

And, rather than lead the man on any further, she approached him at the start of it and asked to speak somewhere alone.

It was empty out behind the guildhall as Mirajane and Laxus made there way there, walking in silence around the building. Only once they were certain there were no others in the vicinity catching their words did either speak.

“I went out last night,” was the first thing the man said, looking away from the woman as they came to a stop together in time. “But I didn’t…sleep with anyone.”

Mira shrugged, blue eyes trained to his regardless the avoidance. “We’re not out here about that, Laxus.”

No.

They weren’t.

Unable to deny her gaze any longer, his eyes returned to hers and the man broke, if only because he found the coolness of the previous night still lingering and fuck.

“What did I do, Mira? Huh?” He didn’t mean to sound so pathetic. Honest. But… “I thought that we were happy.”

“We are happy,” Mira insisted, but it caused the man to snort.

“I’m not,” he griped. “Not if you’re not going to come with me on that trip.”

“I’m not going to, La-”

“Then-”

“It’s not anything you did, Laxus.” She rubbed awkwardly at one arm. “It’s me. I… I need a break.”

“A,” he repeated, “break.”

“Things are moving too fast.” Mira shook her head. “Maybe, if you’re in town next Tuesday, we can-”

“I’ll be on a job.” His expression changed, back to void and blank. Taking a step backwards, he shrugged some and offered instead, “Maybe I’ll see you around. After.”

“Yeah.” Mira turned as well, not to head back around the guild, but to walk further out onto the property and waste her break on a stroll. “After.”

But they didn’t see much of one another.

They didn’t go out on another date.

Laxus did stop by the hall in a better mood the following week, flirting openly with her when she teased him on how long his most recent job took. He only grinned and remarked that maybe he took some stops along the way and Mira knew what he was implying, but refused to rise to the bait.

“Oh?” she asked, coy. “Stops to do what?”

But the pain that had allowed him to be so cavalier about his exploits the other night was dead now.

He wouldn’t tell Mira about that shit.

“Just,” he said back with a shrug of his shoulders, “stops.”

She didn’t press and it wouldn’t have mattered if she did.

Laxus had never told her of any of the women he was actively dating. Only past relationships. It had never been an issue before as, if he had been seeing other women for the past few months, she was out of the loop on it.

She assumed, but never asked or prodded.

Now though, as the proposed trip drew closer and Laxus didn’t even mention taking her, Mira for the first time felt as if she were making the wrong decision.

Or, at least, didn’t like the thought of him off in some quaint little beach house with some other woman.

What if they hit it off?

What if she wanted him and only him?

What if she was ready to get married and have his babies and grow old together?

What if he still wanted to see Mira on the side?

She really had to get control of herself, she knew, but found it very difficult as the day drew near.

Laxus was by the day before, still casually joking with Mira as she took her break at his table. He’d been eating when she sat across from him and the man easily offered her some of his sandwich and chips in exchange for her company.

“Guess I’ll have to get my own lunch,” she remarked in what felt very leading to Laxus as well as very draining. “Since you’ll be gone.”

“Yeah.” He looked off. “Gone.”

Mira wouldn’t ask though and Laxus wouldn’t tell.

He couldn’t.

The next morning, Mira actually already had the day off and had intended on moping in bed, caught somewhere between missing Laxus and resenting him.

She’d had men try to move too fast before.

Try and lock her down.

Promising her things they knew were unattainable.

In her heavy modeling days, she would even occasionally get a proposal in the form of a letter or once, even, a random man showing up to the bar.

Rather than viewing any of this as flattering though, Mirajane quickly began to build up her defenses. After a few harsh heartbreaks, she found that though being sought after heavily could be fun, it being based entirely on her appearance only lead to hurt.

She knew Laxus’ initial attraction was probably the same as any other who hit on her, but over the past few months…

Nothing had ever fizzled between them.

For all the nights they spent tangled up in one another, they equally spent them sharing thoughts.

Nights where Laxus would stretch out and she’d sit beside, legs crossed, strumming at her guitar as they idly chatted over all that had gone on since they’d last been together were some of the best she knew. The man had schmoozed her at first, or at least tried, with fancy dinners and traveling to other towns for plays, but quickly found the woman much preferred his attention.

Or at least his ears.

Laxus listened to her in a way that normally partners didn’t. She imagined it came from the fact that he did see her as more than the eye candy the others hoped her to be. Though he didn’t seek it often, he did value her opinion on things relating both to the guild and even his own training.

He considered her an equal.

It felt gross to award him for this fact, but Lisanna insisted later that morning as the sisters discussed the issue over cups of coffee that maybe Mira was being a bit hard on the guy.

“You can’t use it against him that other guys are dicks,” Lisanna pointed out with a frown. The pair were seated at the kitchen table, toast before the younger along with her coffee, but nothing for her older sister. “I mean, Laxus is probably one too, but-”

“No,” Mirajane sighed to her cup. “He’s really not. He just… It’s scary, Lisanna. To me. I don’t… Being…”

“Committed to Laxus?” her sister tried to help, but this brought a bright blush to Mirajane’s normally pale cheeks.

“No one’s even talking about that,” she insisted with a frown. “But-”

“But,” Lisanna prompted, “going away with him on another trip feels like a step that way, doesn’t it?”

Shaking her head, Mira brought her mug up to her lips, blowing at the pipping hot coffee before replying, “It doesn’t matter now, does it? He’s off with someone else.”

Shrugging, Lisanna suggested, “Maybe she’s not his type. And they won’t hit it off. And he’ll come back and you can start over.”

“Or he’ll fall in love.” Mirajane finally took a sip of her coffee, adding after she’d swallowed, “Get married to her. Move away.”

“Or cheat with you,” Lisanna reminded with a sip of her own coffee. At her sister’s frown, she reminded, “You’re the one that said that.”

Or at least spiraled to that point.

Time for the sisters to gossip was ended though as Elfman arrived back home in a huff.

“Evergreen’s left me,” he informed the two women as he burst through the backdoor and came barreling into the kitchen. “For another man.”

“Oh, Elf.” Mira was quick to take to his side, but Lisanna only frowned, not rising from the table.

“Since when are you and Ever even a thing? Again?” the youngest Strauss sibling asked. “Is that where you’ve been for the past few weeks? With Ever?”

“No,” he sniffled miserably. “I was on a job and got back and thought I’d stop by her place first, you know, since it’s so early? She likes to go to the market early, before the crowds, and I thought she’d like to go with me and maybe I’d even get something for dinner tonight, big sis, but then I got there and she had a bag packed and told me she was running off with another man because I’m not enough of one!”

By the end of his sentence, Elfman’s tears had dried. Anger burned inside him now, at the thought of some other man moving in on his sometimes girlfriend, usually biggest agitator. While he was off on a job at that.

What kind of slimy piece of shit did that to another guy?

“I should go down there,” he growled as, turning away from Mirajane’s comforting arms, he tossed his own up. “Show that guy what a real man looks like.”

“N-No,” Mira said slowly. “Elfman, don’t. If Ever wants to be with someone else, you really shouldn’t-”

“Wait!” Lisanna did jump up then. “Mira, do you know when Laxus’ train leaves?”

“What? No.” The other woman shook her head. “I never asked.”

“He could be at the station right now,” Lisanna insisted, “with that other woman.”

“He left you too?” Elfman looked to Mirajane. “That scoundrel!”

“Let’s go,” Lisanna insisted gleefully, juicy drama enough to salivate over. “We’ll bust them! Both of them!”

“Lisanna,” Mira tried, but Elfman was already sold on the idea and there was no way that she was going to let him go down there and make a scene alone.

If there was anyone who could calm the man, it was his older sister.

But even then, only sometimes.

Honestly, Mirajane kinda hoped that Laxus had already left and that she wouldn’t have to catch glimpse of her replacement. If she ever saw the woman with him again, it would only drive home his interest in another. She’d claimed to not be bothered by it, before, and she wasn’t fully convinced she was, but the idea of Laxus possibly choosing someone over her was too much to bear.

Which wasn’t what he’d done, but to see him out on a repeat date with her…

She was so prepared to be blown away by the other woman’s beauty and grace that she was absolutely floored to find Evergreen at Laxus’ side on the trian station platform.

There was a bag at each of their feet, Laxus’ between the two of them even, and though there was no obvious tension between them, Lisanna was disappointed (but not surprised) to find that both Ever and Laxus weren’t with people they were clearly attracted to.

“I can’t believe it! Laxus! Ever! Who does this to a man!”

Elfman, however, was not so good at reading situations.

Just the sight of Laxus there, with his girlfriend, made the big guy see red.

“Oh no,” Evergreen groaned, not even turning to glance at them. Do to this, she didn’t note the other Strausses. Just hers. Still facing the tracks, Evergreen unfurled her typical hand fan and hid her face. To Laxus, she insisted, “Don’t acknowledge him and maybe he’ll just-”

“Mirajane.” Laxus left Ever’s side immediately, heading over to the trio of siblings. “What-”

“I thought we were close, Laxus,” Elfman growled, unconcerned with the glances they were getting from others gathered about the platform. “You know that I love Evergreen. How could you do this to me? The mother of my future children? What kinda man are you? Not one at all!”

Lisanna grinned at Laxus’ confusion, adding, “How could you? Leave my sister for my brother’s future children’s mother? Disgusting.”

Growling, Laxus look between the two of them before replying, “I don’t know what you think, Elfboy, but I don’t fucking want Ever.”

“Good!” Elfman returned the slayer’s glare. “You’re not man enough for her!”

“Yeah?” Laxus snorted. “Last I heard, neither are you.”

“Laxus!” Mirajane was tired of being ignored. “Behave.”

Huffing, he looked to the Strauss he wanted finally, questioning, “What are you doing here, Mira? Huh? Did you really think Ever and I-”

“Of course not.” Then she frowned. “I mean, I guess the two of you could-”

“As,” Laxus scoffed, “if.”

“Hey!” Elfman was still agitated with him, so it was easy to transfer over to a different reason. “Evergreen is a catch! A beauty! You’d be lucky to have her.”

“Elfman!” Finally, his true wrangler decided with a groan to head over to the group. Evergreen did not look happy to see the man, which was just crazy to him, because Elfman couldn’t imagine anything more romantic than showing up at a train station to stop a woman who declared her lack of interest in you. Stomping over, Ever’s hand flew to her glasses and oh, man, how nice would the station look with a big oaf statue. Toying with the frames, she questioned, “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to get ya back, Ever!” He took a step forward. “What do you want this loser for, huh?”

“Loser?” Laxus griped.

“I’m not…with Laxus.” Ever huffed, crossing her arms as she looked off. “I just wasn’t expecting you and he asked me not say anything because you might mention it to your gross sisters.”

“Gross?” Lisanna complained, but Mirajane was caught on something else.

“Why did you not want me to know you were going with Ever, Laxus?” Mira asked with a frown, but it was one of misunderstanding. Realization came to her suddenly and, glare joining her frown, she accused, “You wanted me to think that you were out with some other woman-”

“I could be!” Laxus returned the glare. “Here with anyone. Anyone I want.” But when she only continued to glare, he lost his intensity a bit, adding, “You told me to, Mira, so-”

“Then why,” Lisanna whispered softly, tone not so jokey as she definitely wanted her sister with the man (her brother, maybe not Ever…), “aren’t you? Laxus?”

“Yeah,” Mira echoed, glaring dying off as she considered this now too. “Why aren’t you?”

Narrowing his eyes, Laxus wanted to say something snarky. Mean. She deserved it, getting him all worked up, all three of them did, but shit it was hard to be mad at the woman.

Too hard.

The harshness in his face gave way to discomfort as the man scratched awkwardly at his cheek. Taking a step towards Mira, he asked, “Why are you here then? Huh? Mira?”

To stop her younger brother from murdering innocent man initially, but now she was nearly certain her fated purpose was to save Laxus from murdering Elfman.

And yet…

“Because I messed up, Laxus,” she admitted softly. “I got scared and-”

“Of,” he asked softly, “what? What did I do? That’s all I’ve wanted to know, Mira, the whole time. Whatever it was-”

“Nothing,” she assured him. “It’s me, I… I’m sorry, I know you’re trains coming, but-”

“Fuck the train.” He quickly moved to tug a ticket and some other papers relating to his intended rental property. Turning to Elfman, he shoved them off on the man as he said, “Go fuck your girlfriend on my dime, huh?”

“What?” Evergreen dropped her jaw. “No, Laxus, don’t-”

“I get called creepy,” Lisanna complained, “and I don’t get anything, but Elfman gets his girlfriend back-”

“He,” Ever insisted, though the grin was beginning to be harder to hide, “does not.”

“-and,” Lisanna continued, “he gets to go on a vacation? I’m the only reason we’re here right now?”

“Holy shit, just shut up,” Laxus growled, digging further into his pocket for some jewels. Shaving the cash off on her, he insisted, “Go get ticket for the train and you can go too.”

“Lisanna,” Mira complained, “Don’t- And Elf, you and Ever cannot- You guys don’t even have clothes!”

“I’ll figure it out,” Lisanna retorted over her shoulder, disappearing into the crowd as she hoped to get to the ticket counter before it was too late.

Eyes watering, Elfman looked to Laxus with a sniffle. “This is a real manly thing to do.”

“Yeah, well- Hey, don’t hug- Mira, get him off me! Ever!”

It would be another twenty minutes before the train for the opposite coast took off, but Laxus quickly grabbed his bag and took off with the demon the second he had the chance. Mirajane wasn’t pleased with her siblings acceptance of Laxus’ overly generous gifts, but as he slung his bag over his back, he explained her concerns away.

“Now,” he said as they left the station together, “I know for sure they’re gone. For a whole week. All while Bickslow and Freed think I’m gone, so they won’t be looking to bother me either.”

Still, Mira pressed further, “What are you saying?”

“You wanted to talk?” He gestured about. “We’ll have all the space to do that. Wherever you want. Your place, my apartment; we can just go somewhere and hunker down for a while. I-I mean, if you wanted-”

“You,” she cut him off, “wanted to go on vacation and spent all of that money-”

“I wanted to be with you, Mirajane.” He frowned down at where she walked along beside him. “I didn’t care where. Fuck, is it that hard for you to believe that I just really, really fucking like you? Cause I do. I don’t give a shit if we just talk this week.”

While his words up to that point gave her butterflies, his final declaration did finally call him out a bit with, “You don’t mean that.”

No.

He didn’t.

“Please just take the days off, Mira.” He didn’t like how much it sounded like he was begging her and cleared his throat before clarifying, “Or at least give me today.”

“To,” she questioned teasingly and, at the tone, he felt nearly all the tension in his body dissipate, “talk? Or-”

“Demon-”

“I know I’ve been torturing you,” she admitted then. “These past few weeks.”

She had no idea.

Really, she didn’t.

The only reason he chose to take Ever over Freed or Bickslow was in hopes that she could talk him through Mira’s mind games.

“But it wasn’t intentional,” she swore to the man. Sighing some as they came to a stop at a street corner, the one that determined if they were headed to his place or hers, she admitted, “I felt overwhelmed.”

“By what?” Laxus turned to face her. “Me?”

Shaking her head, the woman told him, “Of actually getting serious. I… I’m not that kind of person. I know I talk a lot about romance and weddings and how much I’d love to be married and start a family and-”

“Do you?” He frowned. “You don’t talk about that to me.”

“W-Well-”

“You talk about how much you’d like to see other people do that,” he replied slowly. “You always talk to me about how you wanna get your guitar and tour. Get big enough to tour other Kingdoms.”

“That’s just a dream, Laxus.” She blushed, hearing it spoke aloud, in the light of day. They were the only two on the corner, but it felt as if her inner thoughts were being exposed to the world. “And it’s too late, anyways. I-”

“It’s never too late, Mira.” He smiled, his real one, and it made her return it in full. Reaching over, he wrapped an arm loosely around her shoulders as he said, “Not for something you care about. And definitely never for you. You can do anything.”

Mira was glad he couldn’t catch her blush as he turned then, finally having a destination picked it seemed as he took the left turn to head back to the Strauss household.

“Laxus,” she asked softly, “wouldn’t you rather go to your place?”

“You kiddin’?” He shook his head. “If I’mma be having all these conversations-”

“We are not,” she griped lightly, finally tired of the joke it seemed, “going to be talking that much.”

“-I’m gonna need some musical accompaniment.”

“Laxus, what?”

“You haven’t played a song for me in nearly a month.” He grunted, glancing down at her. “I wanna hear something. Anything. Long as you’re playing it.”

Mira knew things weren’t fully settled between them and imagined the next few days, of which she would try to get out of work for (with Lisanna gone, Kinana was about to have the hardest seven day stretch shift of her life; maybe she’d ask Lucy to help…), would be spent thoroughly figuring that out. Rather than just talking around it, as they had the past few months.

In fact, she intended on insisting they do so.

Something about the mornings venture told her the man intended the same.

“You know,” she yawned late that night as her guitar playing was long done and she found herself stretched out over her bed as well, eyes trained up at the man as she rested partially on his chest, “I think I really, really like you too, Laxus.”

“Oh yeah?” He angled his head down so they could look into one another’s eyes. “Enough to spend another week with me?”

“Yeah,” she agreed with a giggle and, as he leaned down to press a kiss to her head, she thought maybe even longer.

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shotos-kettle · 4 years

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Hunger

The usually bustling guild hall of Fairy Tail has been unusually quiet this morning, a strange aura has settled amongst the rowdy members of this guild and it's set everyone on edge. Though one member is bustling around completely unphased on this dreary morning.

"Oh, master good morning!" A gentle smile fell over Mira's lips as she set a mug of ale in front of the guild master, a light hearted chuckle left her as the elder grumbled as he cast his eyes out to the members of his family. "Master... Natsu is missing today as well, shouldn't we send for someone?..." she asked softly, her words catching the ears of the quick witted celestial wizard.

"Wait, what do you mean Natsu is missing??" Lucy piped up as she slid over and looked between the two. "Mira, you act as if this is normal but Natsu is always here!"

Makarov shook his head as he set his now empty mug down on the bar. "Nonsense, is just like the last time he just needs time to come back." The words held a heavy weight in each of their hearts, Mira knew what was going on, as well as Makarov. But Lucy, someone who considered Natsu to never really have problems to show other than his past with Igneel, she was beyond worried.

Without a word Lucy stood and started heading out of the guildhall, but a hand on her shoulder stopped her. "Lucy, I know you're worried, we all are. Natsu can handle himself, you know that, we all do. That's why we give him his space when he needs it. " Lucy shook her head and turned to face Mira, a serious look on her face. "No! Everyone of you is an idiot! Haven't you learned anything from him?!"

"Wasn't he the one who helped every single one of you no matter the cost? So what if he's gone, what if he's hurt? What if he's been kidnapped?!" Lucy turned back and continued making her way out of the guild hall. "I'm going to find him, and whether any of you want to help or not that's your problem. He's your friend isn't he? Shouldn't you at least show him you care enough to find him?" With a huff the doors slammed shut, leaving everyone in utter shock

"That girl, I wonder if she will ever realize her own feelings for that boy." Cana sighed as she set down a card and shook her head. "She's hopeless…" Her words pulled a giggle from Lisanna who just smiled and nodded. "She doesn't even realize he's in love with her either. But I'm happy for him, he finally has someone who captured his heart the way he did mine all those years ago."

Cana laughed and patted Lisanna on the top of her head. "I'm glad you're happy for him Lisanna."

-~-

On the streets of Magnolia Lucy was headstrong in her mission to find her missing fiery haired friend, there were tears pricking at the corner of her eyes as she thought about how everyone in the guild hall had just sat around like nothing was wrong, as if any minute Natsu would just burst through the doors and start picking a fight with grey. "Idiots." she mumbled to herself, wiping the tears away from her eyes as she shook her head.

"Where is he… Where would he even go?" She mumbled, looking around to see if she could see Happy floating around in the sky anywhere. "No. he wouldn't be with Happy, though she hadn't seen Happy either. maybe it was best to go home and change before heading out to look for him. She didn't feel right about any of this, there was something wrong, she could feel it deep within her heart.

As she stepped inside her apartment and dropped her bag by the door her eyes turned to the opened bathroom door. "Huh? Didn't I close that when I left this morning?..." making her way over she took note of the fine sheen covering the surfaces, and a very familiar scarf that laid draped over the showerhead. "N-Natsu??" She called out, but gained no response. No… he wasn't here. "Why did he leave his scarf?" She whispered as she picked the cloth up and stared down at it, biting her lip in worry. "Where are you?..." she mumbled to the scarf, as if it would lead her to Natsu.

There was no way that would happen and she knew it. She felt heavy, her mind was filled with worrisome thoughts of what could have happened to Natsu, now that she knew he had been by her apartment she knew he was at least around, but why her place? She couldn't figure it out.

She wrapped the scarf around her neck as she placed herself on her bed, curling up for a moment to try and clear her mind. There were too many thoughts running through her mind, and just the thought of having something that belonged to Natsu here to know he was still around somehow calmed her racing thoughts. "Natsu… please come back to me." Her words drifted as she slipped into unconsciousness, her head nestled against the scarf.

It was only till hours after the sun had gone down that Lucy finally awoke to a tap on her window, a groggy whine left her lips as she sat up, the scarf slipping off her neck as the sound of rain thundered against the roof. Another tap, she turned her head and immediately gasped, scrambling to unlock the window.

A completely drenched, shirtless Nastu climbed into the apartment, his eyes cast down to his feet. "Natsu! You're completely soaked, where have you been?!" Lucy was quick to run to her bathroom and grab a towel and a pair of shorts that she kept for Natsu for occasions where he stayed the night after long missions away.

She came back and draped the towel over Natsu's head, gently trying to dry his hair the best she could. "Look at you… Always getting into these kinds of situations, what am i going to do with you huh?" She asked softly, but still gained no reply from the pink haired male in front of her. "Seriously, you're always getting into trouble, you're gonna end up actually getting sick one of these days!"

"Sorry.." Natsu finally replied, his voice sounded so tired, as if he hadn't slept in days, he finally lifted his head, there was an unreadable darkness held in his normally bright eyes. "I just needed to be alone for a bit." He whispered as his eyes locked with Lucy's, a small smile formed on his lips as he reached out and pulled the blonde against his chest.

"N-natsu! Hey you're still soaking wet let me go!" Lucy whined as she struggled a little to get out of Natsu's grasp, but the trembling arms around her waist made her stop all movement. "Natsu?..." she asked softly, frowning as she pressed her hands flat against his chest and pushed herself back to look at him. He was shaking, but he didn't seem cold. "Come on.. you n-need to get warmed up." She whispered softly, trying to pull him off the floor.

Thankfully he followed her lead as she pulled him into the bathroom and over to her tub. "Come on, you need a bath, I'm sure you haven't bathed in a bit have you Natsu?" He shook his head and slipped his shoes off standing with a sigh as the towel slipped from his head. "Can you stay?" He asked as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"W-what?" Lucy's eyes widened as he started to take his shorts off, her cheeks turning a bright crimson while she turned away from him. "Why do you want me to stay while you take a bath that's just weird." From behind her the water turned on, a small laugh came from the pink haired male as he slipped into the tub as it filled.

"I just want you to be close." Lucy turned slightly to look at Natsu, her cheeks still simmering as she huffed and sat down on the side of the tub, still facing away from him. "Where were you anyway? You've been gone for days Natsu.." she muttered as she leaned to the side, just so she could get a glimpse of his face.

"I was in the mountains… I needed time to clear my head, it's just something that happens around this time of year, I can't really help it." He leaned back in the tub as the hot water slowly filled, nearly up to his knees now. He tipped his head back and let it rest on the rim of the tub, chewing on his bottom lip. "I'm sorry if I worried you Luce." He sat up once again, this time reaching out to take hold of the blonde by her hips. "But I figured it out, what I've been craving all these years now."

Lucy's eyes widened as she was suddenly pulled down into the tub, her clothes becoming soaked through. "W-wait! Natsu hold on let me go!" Natsu's arms snaked around her waist, pulling her against his chest as she twisted around on top of him, her legs now framing his and her skirt conveniently covering his crotch. "W-what are you doing?"

Sitting up in the tub with Lucy on his lap, his eyes darkened further. "Don't you get it Luce? Every fight we've been in together you've been my reason to keep fighting." He whispered as he buried his face in her neck, his fangs throbbed as he pulled her against his chest firmly. "It's you Luce, all I need is you." A trail of hungry kisses were trailed over the expanse of her neck, Natsu's hands slowly slipped under her top.

"Wait! Natsu please,I-I don't understand.." Lucy whimpered as his warm hands grasped her breasts, her heart was pounding as heat flooded through her veins. He... needed her? Did he really mean that in the way he was showing? Or was it something more? Her eyes widened as a warm tongue dragged its way up the length of her neck, causing her eyes to roll back as a soft moan slipped from her lips. There was no way that Natsu felt that way about her… was there? Everything he was doing showed that he did but, when had it started?

"Luce…" Natsu whispered as he nibbled along her neck slowly, his hands squeezed her soft breasts as he slowly leaned back in the tub once again, taking her with him. "Let me have you, please I need it."

Something clicked within her, tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as everything fell together. He loved her, all this time that he had been protecting her, it was out of pure unadulterated love, and now everything in him had hit it's boiling point. "Natsu…" A whimper left her as she cupped the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss that was filled with so much overwhelming passion. Her fingers tangled into his hair, the hands that were on her breasts now worked to rid her of her top.

She could feel it, pressing up against her panty clad core. It was thick and hard, and she didn't know if it was even going to fit just by how it felt against her. "Please…" Her fingers tugged at his hair as his lips and tongue traced a searing path down over her neck and chest before capturing a nipple as he ass but tore off her bra with a single claw.

It was becoming more and more difficult to hold back, but he didn't want to hurt her. However the heat within him was rising yet again something he thought had been finally over, he could feel it. His eyes shifting into a slit like shape. He grabbed Lucy by her supple thighs as he stood and carried her out of the bathroom and to the bed, tossing her down on it unceremoniously.

His eyes stared down at her with a primal hunger held in them, his knees hit the edge of the bed as she spread her thighs, his hands pressed against them as his teeth shredded her skirt. "Hey! That was my favorite skir-" The air caught in her throat as a moan was ripped out of her as a searing how tongue licked a dangerously slow path up her inner thigh before dipping under her panties so Natsu could get a taste of her. "Nat-su~" She cried out as his claw pressed against her thighs.

"Take them off before I rip them off Lucy…"

Her eyes widened at the gravely tone and she obliged, lifting her hips so she could push the offending cloth down over her thighs, wiggling out of them as Natsu manhandled her into a new position. Her knees now hooked over his shoulders as he dived right in, using his elbows to keep her hips steady and lifted off the bed. He licked, sucked and scraped his teeth over her folds like he was a starved child who finally got his first meal in a week.

Lucy's fingers curled in the sheets, her lead thrown back as that delicious wet heat plunged into her core. She didn't know if she could take much more of this treatment, she knew Natsu was always a rough handed brute but she never expected him to be the same during times like these. "Please, Natsu not so rough I-Im still a-" her train of thought was halted when Natsu lifted his head to finally meet her eyes.

"I know." Her eyes widened as she finally took in his full appearance, her breath catching in her throat. Dragon like eyes and scales that covered half of his once soft skin and toned muscle, his nails now transformed into claws. "Natsu.. what's going on?"

"Luce…" Natsu crawled over the blonde laid out on the bed, settling between her thighs. "I told you, you're all I need, every inch of you. It's always been you. I could feel it, you were destined to be my mate from the moment I set eyes on you." He licked his lips, pressing her thighs apart further with his knees as he lifted her hips, letting the backs of her thighs rest against the tops of his own thighs. "Let me have you."

Mate? What did he mean by that? What was going on with him? Lucy didn't know what to do, her thighs trembled against his searing bips, the skirt that was still wrapped so delicately around her was bunched up over their hips, his cock pressing against her drenched core as it twitched and throbbed. It then hit her, everything made sense as she stared into his eyes, he was in heat. "N-natsu..." A whimper left her lips as she tipped her head back into the sheets below her, presenting her neck to the dragon slayer whose eyes widened as a low rumbling sound emanated from the deepest depth of his chest.

Natsu dove in, pressing wet, sloppy bites and open mouthed kisses over the expanse of Lucy's bared neck, she was presenting herself to him, she wanted him to have her. His hips rutted against hers, the moans drawn from her lips sent shivers of pride and arousal down his spine. He pulled his hips back just enough to slide the head of his leaking member against her folds, his hands gripping tight on her hips. A growl left him as he tried to press into her but it proved to be a more difficult task then he had hoped. His length slid down, brushing over her asshole and the movement earned a loud gasp. "N-No not there!" Lucy wailed as she tried to press her thighs together.

Natsu forcefully turned her over, using a hand to press her head down into the mattress, a flash of lightning illuminated the room for a second, shining off the scales that littered over Natsu's body. Even in this state he looked absolutely gorgeous, and as Lucy locked eyes with Natsu's she perked her ass up, knees far enough apart to give him as much access as he wanted. "That's a good girl… " The words weren't what turned her on, no it was the tone in which they were said, lust dripped off each of them. "Natsu, take me! Make me yours! Please I've wanted it for so lo- a-ah! Nat-su!"

The Dragon slayer snapped his hips forward, burying himself into that tight heat till he was balls deep, the head of his cock nestled against her cervix. His free hand pressed against the curve of Lucy's back as he lost himself in a brutal pace, balls slapping against the blonde's clit with every harsh thrust. "Fuck Lucy you're so tight." The words were strained, his teeth clenched as the hand on the curve of Lucy's back started to sear a handprint into her skin, the heat of it pulling a loud moan from her lips. "Natsu that hurts-" she cried out, but the hand only changed its position, coming to rest on the back of her neck.

With this new position he could lean into his thrusts, putting more power than before into each and every movement. The sounds of her pants, moan and garbled words were slowly drowned out by his own pants and growls, his fangs only growing sharper with each time she clenched around him. He could smell it, the sweet scent of her juices flooding around his cock as her legs trembled. He hissed as the wet heat around his throbbing length only grew tighter, and it only pushed him to pound faster, the sheets underneath them were beyond soaked, Lucy's cries of pleasure had turned into whimpers and broken gasps as she trembled under his control and she knew he was far from done.

The scales had creeped up over his neck and onto one side of his face, the tips of his ears pointed from the transformation. His need to mark her only intensified as she lazily tried to keep her own hips up for him, his teeth scraped over the junction of Lucy's shoulder, kissing and biting at the spot where her pulse was the strongest. As his hips began to falter and twitch his fangs pressed into her skin, digging deep as their magics seeped together.

Lucy's eyes snapped open as brown irises melted into black and gold, slits forming to match the dragon slayers for a moment before the blonde lost consciousness the moment Natsu buried himself deep inside his mate and filled her with his semen, a wave of magic running through the nerves of both dragon slayer and celestial mage and the life long bong was formed between them. The heat slowly began to die down within the dragon slayer, his eyes fluttering shut as he dislodged his fangs from the blonde beneath him, hear pulse slow, signaling he hadn't killed her, which was a relief to the pink haired male he had gone a little overboard while in his lust induced heat.

"I love you Luce… I just hope when you wake up tomorrow you'll accept me." He whispered as he slowly pulled out of the blonde, gulping as he watched his own semen drip out of her core. He better get her cleaned up…

-☆-

The next morning went better than Natsu had expected, when he was shaken awake by his blonde mate the sun was already high in the sky and he had to calm her down so she wouldn't go limping out into the street half naked. Which also led him to being forced to go to the guild hall wearing a fresh pair of shorts and only his scarf to cover his chest. When he burst through the door calling out for their master the whole guild went silent for three seconds before exploding once again, this time with questions and punches thrown at the dragon slayer for disappearing without a word.

"Alright everyone calm down!"

Makarov's voice boomed through the noisy guild hall, effectively shutting the lot of them up. "You have something to discuss Natsu?" He asked, referring to Natsu's obvious intent on speaking with him. "Oh yeah! I just wanted to say Luce won't be coming to the guild hall for a few days." There was a long silence that fell over the guild hall before Laxuspushed himself from the table and stalked over to the fire dragon, taking a firm grip on Natsu's scarf, lifting him about a foot in the air. The silence was eating away at the guild members, tension rising in the air. They knew Laxus and Natsu had long been rivals so they knew what was about to go down.

However, Laxus's scowl turned into a sly grin as he caught a whiff of Lucy's scent from Natsu. "You slu fucking dog! Natsu you finally fucking did it!" His voice roared and echoed through the hall, setting the pink haired male back on his feet to clap him firmly on his back. "I knew you had it in you fire breath! Just please tell me you didn't actually eat her yeah?"

Natsu paused and blushed bright red as he remembered back to the night before when he was tucking Lucy in against him, the littering of bruises, bite mark and hickeys that covered her. "Oh fuck. I'll see you guys later! I gotta go!" He cried out as he took off back towards Lucy's apartment.

Once Natsu was gone Cana looked over at Laxus suspiciously. "What do you mean he finally did it? Why are you so concerned about whether he ate her or not he knows the difference between food and friend ya know!" Gajeel roared with laughter as he swiped Cana's mug from her hands to down the contents. "He means he bedded her finally. He's been in heat for the last week but a few days ago he made me chain him up in that ice cave on mout, hakobe so he wouldn't hurt her. Guess the chains didn't hold him for long."

As her cheeks turned bright red she looked back towards the doors of the guild hall. "You mean… That idiot actually knows how to think with his dick instead of his brain??" She paused and held her face in her palms. "But i doubt he even knows what protection is. Oh no Lucy what have you gone and done?.."

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PERSONAL INFORMATION

Body and Appearance 1. Describe the character's height and build. Is he heavyset, thin, short, rangy?

Muy alto y delgado, aunque bastante fuerte. Es básicamente todo fibra. 2. How old is he?

40 3. Describe his posture. Does he carry himself well or does he slouch?

Siempre le han hecho la coña de si llevaba un palo metido por el culo. Con los años ha aprendido a relajarse pero no mucho. 4. How is his health? Is he fit or out of shape? Any illnesses or conditions? Any physical disabilities?

Es delgado y fibroso. Puro músculo. Hace ejercicio regularmente a pesar de llevar una vida relativamente tranquila.

5. How does he move? Is he clumsy, graceful, tense, fluid?

Tenso. La mayoría de las veces como si todo lo que le rodea fuera una amenaza. 6. How attractive is this character physically? How does he perceive himself in the mirror?

Tiene una belleza particular... por llamarlo de alguna manera. Él sabe que no es guapo, pero tiene un atractivo sexual que desaprovecha completamente. 7. Describe his complexion. Dark, light, clear, scarred?

Es paliducho aunque tampoco le cuesta coger color si le da el aire. 8. Describe his hair: color, texture, style.

Su pelo es entre castaño claro y rubio oscuro, ahora con alguna cana que otra.

9. What color are his eyes?

Marrones. 10. Does the character have any other noteworthy features?

Ninguna reseñable. 11. What are his chief tension centers?

El estómago y el cuello.

12. What is the character's wardrobe like? Casual, dressy, utilitarian? Bright colors, pastels, neutrals? Is it varied, or does he have six of the same suit?

Vaqueros, camisetas, prendas cómodas y funcionales prácticamente monocromas. 13. Do his clothes fit well? Does he seem comfortable in them?

No es algo en lo que suela fijarse, la verdad, le da bastante igual. Supone que sí porque si no ya le habrían dicho algo. 14. Does he dress the same on the job as he does in his free time? If not, what are the differences?

Usa la misma. El el dueño de un bar que está justo debajo de su casa, no se calienta mucho la cabeza en esto del vestir.

15. You knew it was coming: Boxers, briefs or commando?

Boxers. Nunca ha sido de ir sin ropa interior y con su hija ni de coña se le pasaría por la cabeza. Speech 1. What does this character's voice sound like? High-pitched, deep, hoarse?

Tiene la voz grave y seca, de las que parece que te están echando la bronca aunque solo sea un simple “hola”. 2. How does he normally speak? Loud, soft, fast, evenly? Does he talk easily, or does he hesitate?

No es un hombre de muchas palabras, suele ir directo al grano y ya. Tampoco habla muy alto, solo si está muy cabreado. 3. Does the character have a distinct accent or dialect? Any individual quirks of pronunciation? Any, like, you know, verbal tics?

Solo su acento de Nueva Orleans, nada del otro mundo.

4. What language/s does he speak, and with how much fluency?

Habla inglés y francés fluido. Las ventajas de vivir en el French Quarter. 5. Does he switch languages or dialects in certain situations?

Con los clientes del bar, todo depende del idioma que usen.

6. Is he a good impromptu speaker, or does he have to think about his words?

Como he comentado antes, es un hombre de pocas palabras. Suele pensar las cosas antes de decirlas, pero siempre de una manera directa y sin rodeos. O al menos en la mayoría de las ocasiones. 7. Is he eloquent or inarticulate? Under what circumstances might this change?

Elocuente. Al menos eso es lo que él cree. Mental and Emotional 1. How intelligent is this character? Is he book-smart or street-smart?

Un poco de ambas cosas. Para llegar a trabajar en el FBI tuvo que currárselo mucho, pero gran parte de lo que sabe lo aprendió en la calle, con curros de poca monta y buscándose la vida como pudo. 2. Does he think on his feet, or does he need time to deliberate?

Depende de la situación. En circunstancias normales piensa las cosas, pero cuando está muy cabreado tiende a pensar con los pies. 3. Describe the character's thought process. Is he more logical, or more intuitive? Idealistic or practical?

Es lógico y práctico. A veces se deja llevar por la intuición, cuesta dejar atrás las costumbres de cuando era agente, pero son las menos. 4. What kind of education has the character had?

Un poco de todo. En los estudios no era un genio, la verdad, le costó mucho terminar el instituto y no fue hasta que logró entrar en Quantico que se lo tomó en serio. Todo lo demás lo aprendió en la calle, sus padres tenían un bar cuando él era pequeño así que se pasaba más tiempo allí entre los clientes que en su casa estudiando. 5. What are his areas of expertise? What, if anything, is he interested in learning more about?

Es un ex agente del FBI y, por mucho que quiera no pensar en ello, siempre lo llevará en la sangre. Lo que se le da bien es eso... ser un agente. 6. Is he an introvert or an extrovert?

Introvertido. Lo de socializar lo lleva un poco mal. 7. Describe the character's temperament. Is he even-tempered or does he have mood swings? Cheerful or melancholy? Laid-back or driven?

Es seco con todo el mundo menos con su hija. También tiene prontos de mala leche, aunque solo si le tocan mucho las narices en el bar. 8. How does he respond to new people or situations? Is he suspicious, relaxed, timid, enthusiastic?

Para él todo el mundo es sospechoso hasta que se demuestre lo contrario. No es muy fanático de hacer amigos, y menos con la gente que se pasea por el bar. Aunque tenerlos los tiene, pero se cuentan con los dedos de una mano.

9. Is he more likely to act, or to react?

De los que actúan. Siempre. 10. Which is his default: fight or flight?

Nuna huye de ninguna situación. Aunque algunas veces no esté nada de acuerdo con ella. 11. Describe the character's sense of humor. Does he appreciate jokes? Puns? Gallows humor? Bathroom humor? Pranks?

Decir que tiene sentido del humor sería mucho decir. Puede tolerar alguna broma, si viene de su hija, y se aguanta las ganas de mandar a la mierda a algún cliente si se pasa de gracioso. No se le dan bien las risas. 12. Does the character have any diagnosable mental disorders? If yes, how does he deal with them?

No que él sepa. Tiene ratos en los que quizá tenga un poco de ansiedad, pero nada destacable. 13. What moments in this character's life have defined him as a person?

Cuando entró en el FBI. Tener a Stevie y acabar siendo padre soltero. 14. What does he fear?

Que le pase algo a su hija. 15. What are his hopes or aspirations?

Ahora mismo no le pide mucho a la vida. Vivir de su negocio y que Stevie sea feliz.

16. What is something he doesn't want anyone to find out about him?

Que por mucho que grite a los cuatro vientos que guarda rencor a Deirdre por haberle abandonado a él y a su hija, sigue enamorado de ella. Relationships 1. Describe this character's relationship with his parents.

Su relación siempre ha sido normal, ni mala ni maravillosa. Ahora mismo están en Florida disfrutando de su jubilación. 2. Does the character have any siblings? What is/was their relationship like?

Tiene una hermana que vive en Texas a la que solo ve por skype en cumpleaños y cuando se acuerda. 3. Are there other blood relatives to whom he is close? Are there ones he can't stand?

Su hija, Stevie. 4. Are there other, unrelated people whom he considers part of his family? What are his relationships with them?

Roxanne, la hija de su mejor amigo. La considera una hermana pequeña.

5. Who is/was the character's best friend? How did they meet?

Su mejor amigo se llamaba Horace. Se conocieron a la vez que Deirdre y él, en una colaboración de la agencia con el ejército. Desde entonces fueron inseparables, hasta su muerte.

6. Does he have other close friends?

Otis, supone, la pareja de Roxanne. Más por ser novio de ella que por méritos propios. 7. Does he make friends easily, or does he have trouble getting along with people?

No le gusta hacer amigos. Y menos desde que murió Horace. 8. Which does he consider more important: family or friends?

Su hija es lo más importante en su vida. 9. Is the character single, married, divorced, widowed? Has he been married more than once?

Soltero, y sin ganas de cambiar de estado. 10. Is he currently in a romantic relationship with someone other than a spouse?

No tiene relación con nadie así que no. Algún rollo casual, porque no es un monje, pero ya. 11. Who was his first crush? Who is his latest?

La primera Jeannie, su novia del instituto. La última, Deirdre. Después ha tenido rollos pero no como para catalogarlos de crush. 12. What does he look for in a romantic partner?

A estas alturas, que le interese algo más que para un par de polvos. 13. Does the character have children? Grandchildren? If yes, how does he relate to them? If no, does he want any?

Tiene una hija de 18 años, Stevie. A pesar de que tienen sus diferencias a veces, su relación es bastante estrecha. 14. Does he have any rivals or enemies?

Probablemente. Ahora mismo los Loring, aunque ellos no lo sepan. 15. What is the character's sexual orientation? Where does he fall on the Kinsey scale?

Es heterosexual. 16. How does he feel about sex? How important is it to him?

Para él es un desahogo. No le da mayor importancia. 17. What are his turn-ons? Turn-offs? Weird bedroom habits?

No es muy exigente. Cuando intima con una mujer suele ser algo rápido y satisfactorio para ambos. Lo que le echa para atrás es cuando quieren pasar la noche con él, eso está totalmente fuera de su mente. Beliefs 1. Do you know your character's astrological (zodiac of choice) sign? How well does he fit type?

Es sagitario aunque los temas astrológicos le dan bastante igual. 2. Is this character religious, spiritual, both, or neither? How important are these elements in his life?

Es ateo. Sus padres le intentaron inculcar el catolicismo pero le daba mucha pereza. 3. Does this character have a personal code of morals or ethics? If so, how did that begin? What would it take to compromise it?

Su moral a veces es algo laxa, sobre todo cuando choca con la justicia. No tiene reparos en hacer ciertas cosas que serían moralmente reprobables. 4. How does he regard beliefs that differ from his? Is he tolerant, intolerant, curious, indifferent?

El respeta las creencias de cada uno, mientras no le involucren a él que piensen y hagan lo que quieran. 5. What prejudices does he hold? Are they irrational or does he have a good reason for them?

La gente que no respeta a los demás por el hecho de ser diferente. Tiene tolerancia cero. Daily Life 1. What is the character's financial situation? Is he rich, poor, comfortable, in debt?

No le sobra el dinero. El bar no da grandes ganancias y tiene facturas que pagar. Aunque tiene una buena vida, o eso cree. 2. What is his social status? Has this changed over time, and if so, how has the change affected him?

De lo último en la cadena alimentaria, pero no le quita el sueño. 3. Where does he live? House, apartment, trailer? Is his home his castle or just a place to crash? What condition is it in? Does he share it with others?

Vive en un apartamento encima de su bar. No es la gran cosa, pero para Stevie y él es más que suficiente. 4. Besides the basic necessities, what does he spend his money on?

Ahora mismo, en pagar las facturas médicas de Stevie. 5. What does he do for a living? Is he good at it? Does he enjoy it, or would he rather be doing something else?

Tiene un bar. Lo lleva bien, tampoco es que haga falta tener un máster para servir cervezas.

6.What are his interests or hobbies? How does he spend his free time?

Le gustan las pelis de terror y leer biografías. Cuando puede también sale a correr y a entrenarse en el campo de tiro.

7. What are his eating habits? Does he skip meals, eat out, drink alcohol, avoid certain foods?

Come lo que puede. No es un gran cocinero pero se mantiene en buena forma... algo bueno tiene que estar haciendo, supone. Associations Which of the following do you associate with the character, or which is his favorite: 1. Color? Verde caqui. 2. Smell? Café 3. Time of day? Noche 4. Season? Invierno. 5. Book? Cualquier biografía que caiga en su mano. 6. Music? Dire Straits 7. Place? El campo de tiro 8. Substance? Whisky 9. Plant? Cactus 10. Animal? Zorro.

#ross liverman #bios #le vieux quartier #rpg

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theblairfriends · 4 years

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FOX LEVINE

Body and Appearance

1. Describe the character's height and build. Is he heavyset, thin, short, rangy? Estatura media/alta (roza el 1'80) y complexión media.

2. How old is he? 42, cumple 43 este año.

3. Describe his posture. Does he carry himself well or does he slouch? No le presta mucha atención a su postura, suele tener la cabeza en otras cosas... así que como caiga en cada momento.

4. How is his health? Is he fit or out of shape? Any illnesses or conditions? Any physical disabilities? Podría estar más en forma (trabaja mucho y no es un trabajo físico) pero tiene buen metabolismo. Hace unos años tuvo un susto por culpa de un lunar facial con sospecha de melanoma, pero una vez quitado de en medio no le ha dado más problemas.

5. How does he move? Is he clumsy, graceful, tense, fluid? Relajado y grácil. Lo típico de cuando vas seguro de ti mismo y quedas incluso mejor de lo que vas en realidad.

6. How attractive is this character physically? How does he perceive himself in the mirror? Nunca pondría su físico en la lista de sus mejores atributos, pero tampoco tiene complejos.

7. Describe his complexion. Dark, light, clear, scarred? Más bien moreno. Se broncea con facilidad.

8. Describe his hair: color, texture, style. Oscuro y ondulado. Cosa que se nota menos desde que lo lleva corto y empieza a tener canas...

9. What color are his eyes? Marrones.

10. Does the character have any other noteworthy features? Una nariz con personalidad.

11. What are his chief tension centers? La nuca.

12. What is the character's wardrobe like? Casual, dressy, utilitarian? Bright colors, pastels, neutrals? Is it varied, or does he have six of the same suit? Casual y desde luego, nunca aburrido.

13. Do his clothes fit well? Does he seem comfortable in them? Por excéntrico que sea a veces, le van bien porque es lo que ha elegido y lo que mejor le va.

14. Does he dress the same on the job as he does in his free time? If not, what are the differences? Más o menos igual, a menos que tenga que ir más formal a un evento. Suele trabajar en casa o en su estudio de todas formas, así que a veces va prácticamente en pijama.

15. You knew it was coming: Boxers, briefs or commando? En la adolescencia y su primera juventud tenía bastante preferencia por no usar ropa interior. Al hacerse mayor uno formaliza un poco y suele llevar lo que surja (sobre todo desde que acabó con un niño pequeño con la manía de tirarle del pantalón para llamar su atención...)

Speech

1. What does this character's voice sound like? High-pitched, deep, hoarse? Tono medio, aunque tiene facilidad para modularlo. No se le da mal cantar.

2. How does he normally speak? Loud, soft, fast, evenly? Does he talk easily, or does he hesitate? Rápido y directo, siempre.

3. Does the character have a distinct accent or dialect? Any individual quirks of pronunciation? Any, like, you know, verbal tics? Acento californiano estándar. A veces lo exagera por las risas.

4. What language/s does he speak, and with how much fluency? Inglés y se defiende en español.

5. Does he switch languages or dialects in certain situations? No.

6. Is he a good impromptu speaker, or does he have to think about his words? No se le da mal improvisar. Parece que dice todo lo que se le pasa por la cabeza, pero a veces calcula y todo.

7. Is he eloquent or inarticulate? Under what circumstances might this change? Es muy difícil hacerle callar. En resumen.

Mental and Emotional

1. How intelligent is this character? Is he book-smart or street-smart? Mitad y mitad. No se le dan mal los estudios, aunque sólo se ha centrado en las áreas que le presentaban interés y en el resto vivía de las rentas. La gente y desenvolverse tampoco se le da mal, sobre todo porque la timidez para él no existe.

2. Does he think on his feet, or does he need time to deliberate? Delibera, pero lo hace rápido.

3. Describe the character's thought process. Is he more logical, or more intuitive? Idealistic or practical? Es un idealista lógico, si eso tiene sentido. Tiene proyectos enormes, pero tiene muy claro qué pasos seguir para llevarlos a cabo.

4. What kind of education has the character had? A Fox siempre le han dejado una cierta libertad, más que nada porque sus padres solían estar a otras cosas, principalmente trabajo, y después de la muerte de su hermana y el divorcio, todavía más. Su madre es la estricta y su padre el que consideraba que era lo bastante mayor para saber qué le convenía. En cuanto a educación formal, sus padres creían en la escuela pública, pero dentro de los mejores centros. Ha dado clases de música media vida (toca la guitarra y el piano) y de hecho fue su licenciatura en la universidad de Southern California.

5. What are his areas of expertise? What, if anything, is he interested in learning more about? La música es lo que siempre le ha gustado más y lo que mejor se le da. Considera que nunca dejará de aprender.

6. Is he an introvert or an extrovert? Es extrovertido con quien tiene confianza. Con el resto dice y hace lo que le da la gana, porque no es tímido, pero también sabe guardarse lo que no quiere compartir.

7. Describe the character's temperament. Is he even-tempered or does he have mood swings? Cheerful or melancholy? Laid-back or driven? Suele ser de los que piensa que hay dos clases de problemas, los que no tienen solución y los que se arreglan solos, así que no vale la pena preocuparse... a menos que se le meta algo en la cabeza. Entonces no para hasta resolverlo.

8. How does he respond to new people or situations? Is he suspicious, relaxed, timid, enthusiastic? Le encantan los retos, así que abraza las situaciones nuevas, mientras le parezcan prometedoras.

9. Is he more likely to act, or to react? Actuar siempre que sea por algo que valga la pena. Lo demás lo deja pasar.

10. Which is his default: fight or flight? No es peleón, pero tampoco huye. Afronta las cosas de cara y que sea lo que tenga que ser.

11. Describe the character's sense of humor. Does he appreciate jokes? Puns? Gallows humor? Bathroom humor? Pranks? Todo lo que sea humor retorcido y/o mal pensado.

12. Does the character have any diagnosable mental disorders? If yes, how does he deal with them? No.

13. What moments in this character's life have defined him as a person? La muerte de su hermana pequeña en un accidente de tráfico y el divorcio de sus padres. Después de eso, las cosas se ven con otra perspectiva.

14. What does he fear? Fallarle a la gente que le importa.

15. What are his hopes or aspirations? Tener una buena vida con su familia. Ganar un Oscar a mejor banda sonora, ¿tal vez?

16. What is something he doesn't want anyone to find out about him? Que es el compositor del jingle de cierto anuncio muy ridículo que se hizo viral.

Relationships

1. Describe this character's relationship with his parents. Solía llevarse mejor con su padre, porque prácticamente eran colegas. Su madre es la neurótica que le aprieta más las tuercas, aunque al crecer, la entiende mejor a ella y considera que su padre debería haber madurado en algún momento.

2. Does the character have any siblings? What is/was their relationship like? Tenía una hermana pequeña a la que quería mucho, aparte del pique ocasional, pero falleció.

3. Are there other blood relatives to whom he is close? Are there ones he can't stand? No tiene apenas relación con su familia extensa.

4. Are there other, unrelated people whom he considers part of his family? What are his relationships with them? La familia que él ha formado con su marido, Noel, y su hijo Gershwin.

5. Who is/was the character's best friend? How did they meet? Es un poco moñas decir esto, y quizá significa que debería extender su círculo social, pero su marido es su mejor amigo desde el instituto.

6. Does he have other close friends? Alguna gente del trabajo y otros amigos que conserva desde el instituto. Maxie, sobre todo.

7. Does he make friends easily, or does he have trouble getting along with people? Es muy abierto y se mete a la gente en el bolsillo... cuando quiere. En realidad es muy selectivo.

8. Which does he consider more important: family or friends? Familia, esa en la que él es el padre.

9. Is the character single, married, divorced, widowed? Has he been married more than once? Casado, una sola vez y no más, y cuando él pensaba que nunca lo haría.

10. Is he currently in a romantic relationship with someone other than a spouse? Noel no ha sido su único, pero casi.

11. Who was his first crush? Who is his latest? Su primer crush fue su profesor de educación física de prácticas de quinto. El último, su marido.

12. What does he look for in a romantic partner? Alguien en quien pueda depositar su confianza pero con quien no se aburra nunca.

13. Does the character have children? Grandchildren? If yes, how does he relate to them? If no, does he want any? Tiene un hijo adolescente, Gershwin (Ger para los amigos), concebido gracias al útero de una amiga.

14. Does he have any rivals or enemies? Habrá gente que tenga envidia de su éxito (Hollywood es así de cabrón), pero la verdad, no le importa.

15. What is the character's sexual orientation? Where does he fall on the Kinsey scale? Se identifica como gay, pero es cierto que ha salido con alguna que otra chica, así que quizá sería bisexual 80/20 de preferencia hacia su mismo sexo.

16. How does he feel about sex? How important is it to him? Le parece fundamental mantener la pasión en una relación, sobre todo en una larga como la suya. Aunque la vida te obligue a descuidarlo a veces, nunca es tarde.

17. What are his turn-ons? Turn-offs? Weird bedroom habits? Que su marido tome la iniciativa, que para algo suele ser el cortadito de los dos. No le desagrada, ocasionalmente, que le aten.

Beliefs

1. Do you know your character's astrological (zodiac of choice) sign? How well does he fit type? Es Escorpio. Dicen que es de lo peor del zodíaco, así que de coña suele decir que le va perfecto.

2. Is this character religious, spiritual, both, or neither? How important are these elements in his life? Ninguno de los mencionados, realmente. Lo importante, para él, es lo que hacemos aquí y ahora.

3. Does this character have a personal code of morals or ethics? If so, how did that begin? What would it take to compromise it? No es demasiado estricto (todos cometemos infracciones a veces), pero le parece importante no joder al prójimo. Es un poco defensor de causas perdidas.

4. How does he regard beliefs that differ from his? Is he tolerant, intolerant, curious, indifferent? Le parece interesante descubrir otras maneras de pensar, aunque es difícil que le convenzan de cambiar la suya.

5. What prejudices does he hold? Are they irrational or does he have a good reason for them? Suele calar a la gente en la primera impresión. Sabe que no debería dejarse llevar por eso, pero no lo puede evitar. Y suele acertar.

Daily Life

1. What is the character's financial situation? Is he rich, poor, comfortable, in debt? Tanto él como su marido están metidos en la industria del espectáculo y los medios, así que su situación económica es bastante desahogada.

2. What is his social status? Has this changed over time, and if so, how has the change affected him? Siempre ha crecido con dinero. Su padre era productor de cine y su madre algo así como life coach de gente con pasta.

3. Where does he live? House, apartment, trailer? Is his home his castle or just a place to crash? What condition is it in? Does he share it with others? Vive en una casa con su marido y su hijo. Está bastante orgulloso de ella.

4. Besides the basic necessities, what does he spend his money on? Colecciona primeras ediciones de vinilos de grupos clásicos. Es una afición un poco cara. También le gusta viajar y hacer algún regalo a sus personas queridas de vez en cuando.

5. What does he do for a living? Is he good at it? Does he enjoy it, or would he rather be doing something else? Es compositor. De joven tocaba y cantaba, pero es más complicado destacar en ese mundo, así que aunque a veces lamente un poco haberse bajado de los escenarios, la composición tampoco le desagrada. Ha trabajado con varios artistas famosos, pero últimamente se dedica sobre todo a componer para el cine.

6. What are his interests or hobbies? How does he spend his free time? Aparte de tocar instrumentos por placer aparte de por trabajo (sí, es esa clase de friki), le gusta el cine y nadar.

7. What are his eating habits? Does he skip meals, eat out, drink alcohol, avoid certain foods? Le gusta comer, y lo quema todo, pero si está en otras cosas lo hace cuando se acuerda. Cocina de forma muy básica a la par que inventiva y admite que con una cerveza, a veces, se compone mucho mejor.

Associations

Which of the following do you associate with the character, or which is his favorite:

1. Color? Negro 2. Smell? Café 3. Time of day? El amanecer después de una noche despierto. 4. Season? Otoño 5. Book? Los cuentos de Edgar Allan Poe 6. Music? Algo entre el disco de Love over Gold de Dire Straits y cualquier banda sonora de Alexandre Desplat. 7. Place? Lisboa 8. Substance? Cerveza 9. Plant? Jazmines 10. Animal? Zorro (badum tss)

#Fox Levine #Bios

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angrylizardjacket · 5 years

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ask your destiny to dance [17] {Roger Taylor}

[masterpost]

It takes Roger exactly two weeks to realise he doesn’t know Ash nearly as well as he thought he did. There’s a lot to glean about a person from their room, and what they say, but not everything, not even close to everything.

“So I guess you’re working tomorrow?” Roger asks, leaning against the bar as Ash polishes a glass. It comes as a surprise when she makes a face, shaking her head. “We’re going on a pub crawl, if you wanna come along then.”

Ash takes her time before answering, hanging up the glass and pulling another from the rack before she finally speaks.

“I can’t, I’m busy, sorry.” And she sounds... uncomfortable about it. Roger’s never known her to be uncomfortable about anything that didn’t relate to her home life, and she can see the moment he jumps to that conclusion. “I’m going to Paris in the afternoon,” she says quickly, and Roger’s taken aback, “I don’t get home until late; train times, you know?”

“A day trip to Paris?” He asks, and Maureen leans over to Ash with a small smile.

“Is that where you go on those Saturdays? That’s cute, Ash, little routine trips to France.” She flicks Ash with the end of her tea towel, to which Ash smiles despite herself, blushing and flicking Maureen back.

“Oi, I’m just going to Paris, nothing cute about it. I’m allowed to have hobbies, you know.” She argued back, and Maureen snickered, smiling fondly at the ginger before she tucked her tea towel into her back pocket and went back to cutting lime wedges. “I’m going to The Louvre.” Ash explained to Roger, cheeks still faintly pink.

“The Louvre?” There was a surprise in his voice that Ash had expected, and when she looks up at him, she still seems a bit defensive.

“There’s free entry once per month; first Saturday at six.” She pauses, and when his expression brightens, hers falls and she feels like she’s said too much.

“Do you go every month?” He sounds delighted at the prospect, and Ash wants to defend herself, but then he says, “you shouldn’t be catching the train so late, it’s dark even at six, love, you must get home at like midnight; just let me drive you.”

“Rog, you don’t need to do that,” but her grin is more relieved than anything else, the tension leaving her shoulders as she goes back to her work, “you guys are going out tomorrow, and besides, it’s not like I’ve never done it before.”

“I can get on the piss with them any time; this only happens once a month.” And the way his words make Ash smile, quietly pleased, he’s already pretty sure it’s going to be worth it.

Things between them have been... weird. Good weird, sure, but that doesn’t make them less weird. They haven’t really had time for an actual date yet, they just sort of show up at each other’s homes and watch TV and make out whenever they don’t have work or rehearsals of a night. It’s been good, it’s felt safe.

When Ash sits on the curb outside of her dorm, she feels nervous more than anything else. It’s not a feeling she’s used to; she’s never been nervous around Roger before; it takes her probably too long to realise how much she wants this to go well. When he shows up, just after midday, he’s beaming from the second hand station wagon that he’d gotten since recording the album. There’s a map in the passenger seat.

“I’ve driven there before, but not for a while, you’re going to have to direct me.” He advises as she buckles her seat belt, putting her sketchbook and thermos by her feet and unfolding the map.

It’s a long drive, just over five hours, and Ash is nervous for about three of them, which is only compounded by getting lost twice, and eventually Roger pulls over.

“You’ve been tense since I showed up; what’s wrong?” He asks, and Ash sighs heavily, picking up her thermos and pouring herself a small cup of tea.

“I don’t exactly go blabbing about the fact that I make semi-frequent trips to Paris, alright?” Ash admits, and she takes a sip of her drink, looking out through the windshield. Roger’s not sure what that means, how to respond, and after a minute, she adds, “Freddie doesn’t even really know.” And she finishes the tea, putting the thermos back, and Roger’s still quiet. When she finally looks at him, his expression is fondly amused.

“You’ve made me feel all special.” It’s far too genuine to be a joke, and Ash lets herself smile back, rolling her eyes at him.

“Don’t let it go to your head.” She warned, and Roger’s smile sharpened as he pulled back onto the road.

“Too late.” But he reaches over to rest his hand on her knee as she opens the map up again, and her heart grows warm, her anxiety easing. They turn up the radio for the rest of the trip; Ash hums along to the songs she only knows the tune of without too much hassle, yet somehow can’t seem to actually sing a note to save her life. She finishes butchering Elton’s Crocodile Rock at the top of her lungs, and Roger’s sides hurt from laughing, and she’s grinning in a way that means she knows exactly how terrible she is and how much it amuses Roger.

“I have other skills.” She says dismissively, grinning with her nose in the air as the radio host announces another song, and instead of answering, Roger sings along to the radio like he’d written the melody himself. “Showoff.” Ash laughed, and Roger’s eyes crease as he grins.

“I don’t have other skills, I gotta make use of this one.” He replied, lightly, and Ash’s expression softened.

“Oh shut it, you’ve got at least two other skills, probably.” She played along with his joke, watching him as he sings along to the rock song blaring from the radio, and it’s relaxed and easy, and she finds herself wondering why she’d been so worried just a few hours before.

They hit Paris at a quarter to six, and grab some fast food before heading to the gallery. There’s people everywhere, and the line isn’t exactly short to get in, more than a few of them are uni students like them, looking to get in for free, and Ash says hi to a few; the fact that she goes here enough to know other people who do this regularly to is still something that baffles Roger a little. He’s worried she’s getting nervous again when she takes his hand - they’re not the sort of people who hold hands - but when he looks at her, her eyes are shinning and bright as she looks up at the building; she’s excited.

Ash goes quiet in the gallery, looking around with wide-eyed reverence at the works around them. They move past the entrance slowly; Ash gazes at the works with their plaques memorised, while Roger reads them, fingers laced with hers.

“Oh, hello.” Voice reverential, Ash greets a statue at the end of the hall like an old friend, and introduces Roger as such. “This is the Venus de Milo, she’s almost two thousand years old, god, look at that marble work, imagine how sharp it would have looked back then,” and then it’s like she’s opened a floodgate, and she’s tugging him along, rambling along the way about each piece they pass, little facts not on the plaques, things she can cite from the top of her head. Above everything, she’s passionate, pulling out of his grip to clutch her hands to her chest and looking up at headless sculpture of what Roger thinks is an angel, and what Ash clarifies to be The Winged Victory of Samothrace.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” Ash’s moon-eyed gaze was focused on the statue’s marble garments, but Roger’s only got eyes for her. When he doesn’t answer, she looks to him, catches the way he’s smiling at her, and she feels her cheeks heat up. “What?”

“You really love this stuff, don’t you?” It’s a sincere question, and it’s as if he can see her responses flit through her mind, sarcastic, dismissive, an eye roll, flippant, she passes them all, takes a moment to really look at him, taking her time to breathe in the whole situation before responding.

“More than anything.” It’s a sincere answer, and it catches him off-guard. Ash is many things, but unapologetically enthusiastic is not one Roger’s familiar with.

Turning on her heel, Ash leads further in to the gallery, but it’s finally hits him how much this means to her, this place, these works, bringing him here. They’d been together for barely a fortnight, but they both know it’s felt so much longer than that; she’d taken a gamble, bringing him, he has no doubt she’d have left him in London if she didn’t want him to come along, and something tightens in his chest.

He doesn’t dwell on it, he takes it in stride well enough, peppering her with questions along the way that she seems thrilled to answer. Tucking her arm into his, they make their way through the building, the babbling turning to banter easily as Roger provides his own commentary on each piece as they pass, which serves to make Ash laugh.

They get to a small painting on the top floor with a border that looks bigger than the picture itself, and Ash has gotten quiet again.

“Who’s this?” Roger asks, the two of them stepping close to get a closer look.

“The Lacemaker.” Ash sounds a little awed, and when he looks down at her, Roger sees how fondly she’s smiling at the little painting. “She’s my favourite.”

“’course she is, she’s like you.” Roger answers easily, and Ash makes a face, laughing a little self consciously.

“No she’s not, shut up.” She doesn’t sound like she believes him, a bit of a laugh in her words, but she’s resting her head against Roger’s shoulder and he wraps an arm around her.

“Same focus.” Roger muses, and when Ash looks to him, surprise and confusion on her face, he just grins. “When you sew, you’ve got the same look on your face, same focus.” He explains, and there’s something in Ash’s awed expression that he can’t place, and she pulls away from him too fast for him to really identify it.

She’s pretty sure she loves him.

It’s fucking terrifying.

She can’t look at him, stepping out of his grip as she feels tears well in her eyes as her emotions overwhelm her, not that it’s an uncommon occurrence, Ash has never set foot in an art gallery and not cried, but Roger didn’t need to know that. She’d really been doing well today, too. Usually she gets lost in the scope and detail of The Wedding at Cana, or even comes to obsess over the little details of The Lacemaker, but she’s also usually alone and can get away with it.

“That’s- Rog, that’s really sweet of you to say.” And he can hear in her voice that she’s trying not to believe him, that she can’t let herself believe him. And when she turns back, she’s wiping at her eyes, and he wants to try and comfort her, but she’s already walking past him briskly, leading to the next painting.

“There’s something I’ve... well, I’ve always wanted to try here.” He hears her say, voice firm as if she’s trying to move quickly past whatever the moment she’d just had was. She leads not to the painting, but to one of the weirdly low, backless sofas that are scattered around for people to view the paintings from. This one’s empty; Ash looks around for security, and seeing none, steps up onto it.

“And what’s that?” He asks with a smirk, the sofa giving her only about two inches of height on him. He doesn’t ask why she’d almost started crying, and for that she’s thankful. Instead, his hands come to rest on her hips, and he’s smiling at her in that way that sets her heart aflutter.

“Don’t ruin this.” She warns very quietly, amused smile on her lips, and Roger quirks an eyebrow.

“Ruin what?” He asks, shooting for innocent, a million different things running through his mind that could make her smile, but would definitely ruin the moment; he bites his tongue.

Ash cups his face in her hands, and she can’t help but laugh as she leans in to kiss him. It starts sweet and tender, her lips soft against his, but he wraps his arms around her, pulling her close and deepening the kiss. There’s people moving around them, most ignoring them, some stare, but neither of them seem to care. She tastes mostly like the tea she’d sculled in the car when they’d arrived, and she’s got a hand in his hair when he presses kisses from her jaw, trailing down her neck, and she laughs, a little giddy. He pulls back, if only to see her bright eyed and blushing.

“Let’s go home.” She says softly, and Roger’s never agreed to something so quickly, his heart elated to see Ash giggling and mischievous as they backtrack through the gallery, knowing that he and the art were the things that made her smile like that.

“I didn’t ruin it.” He sounds a little smug when he says it as they walk through the streets of Paris back to his car, and Ash glances at him out of the corner of her eye, snorting.

“I could see you holding yourself back from a one-liner about pinning masterpieces to walls or something like that; I appreciate your discretion.” She tells him, deadpan, and Roger gives her a self-satisfied grin.

“It certainly wasn’t easy.” He agrees, but she still reaches out and takes his hand. When they get to his car, he goes to head around to the driver’s side, but she pulls him back for a moment, pressing a kiss to his lips. After a moment, he’s got a hand on her hips, pressing her against the side of the car, and she sighs against his lips, her arms around his neck. Her legs slide open easily as she pulls him closer, letting him slide a knee between her thighs.

“Christ,” Roger breaks away from the kiss, murmuring the word against her neck as her nails graze his scalp.

“Thank you for today.” She whispers softly, and he can hear the smile in her words. He presses a kiss to her shoulder.

“Any time, love.” He steps back from her, enough to see her fond smile, and to give one in return, before he heads around to the driver’s side and they both get in the car.

It’s well past midnight by the time they get back, and Ash follows Roger up to his flat with a yawn, flinching as the door opens and Brian, Freddie, and John all greet them with a cheer, obviously taking a pit stop in the middle of their pub crawl.

“I was starting to sober up; the walk between the last pub and the next is directly smack bang in the middle of here.” Freddie claims with a surprising amount of confidence considering his words make no sense.

“No- this place is on the way to the next pub.” John corrects, and Ash has to giggle at the sight and sound of a drunk John Deacon. It never fails to amuse her, he’s surprisingly confident and well spoken.

“Yes! Deaky is right! You two can join us!” Freddie brandishes and subsequently spills on Brian, who’s sitting beside him.

“Go if you want, I’m knackered.” Ash yawns, giving Roger’s shoulder a nudge, moving past him to his room.

“Actually, I think I’m right, I’ve been driving for a while,” Roger says, making to follow Ash, only to hear Freddie boo loudly, and John call out after them.

“Where’d you guys go?” He asks, and Roger answers over his shoulder.

“Art gallery.” He answers, and he hears Ash snort from his bedroom.

“That’s... Rog, that’s surprisingly cute, didn’t know you had it in you.” Brian smiles at him, and Roger feels a little patronised by the pride in his flatmate’s voice. He flips Brian off, along with the rest of them, since John was grinning like the cat who got the cream and Freddie looked like he was three seconds away from actually ‘awe’ing.

“Did you kids have fun?” Freddie calls, sounding nothing so much like his own mother, wearing a shiteating grin, which only got wider as Roger told him to piss off, slamming the door once he got into his room.

Ash was standing by his bed, pulling off the shorts she’d been wearing all day, already wearing one of his shirts. Roger can hear the others on the other side of the door already laughing and talking about something else, all three of them trying to convince themselves to get up and move on to the next pub. She gives him an amused smile and Roger just rolls his eyes at his friends’ whole situation.

They don’t speak, though Ash’s yawn triggers one in Roger, and when he’s stripped down to his boxers, she’s waiting for him beneath the covers. When he kisses her, it’s a thank you for the day, and she hums a soft, contented noise against his lips. They’re too tired to even fool around, and Ash wraps her arm around him as he turns to lay on his side, pressing her chest to his back, pressing a kiss to his shoulder blade before they fall asleep.

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OK KIDS LETS GET READY FOR THE RIDE OF YOUR LIFE.

NINEfriendships

Wregan = Regan Holt + Wesley Knight -- Ok, este es BROTP de los BROTPS. En el HC se conocieron en su primer día en Bedford, cuando entraron a Sophomore, tenían como 15 años mas o menos? Y Regan tenía una personalidad super imponente y era increíblemente social y Wes era todo lo contrario, pero hicieron click al instante. Pasaron tantas cosas juntos, como cuando Freiah tuvo el accidente y Wes estaba destrozado Regan siempre estaba con él porque necesitaba protegerlo ?? Cuando Regan estaba descubriendo que también le gustaban las chicas porque me imagino que Wes fue super supportive con ella y le hizo saber que todo estaría bien y que él siempre la querría sin importar a quien amara (a diferencia del papá de Re que no esta de acuerdo con la bisexualidad de su hija) Y luego cuando murió Faith que era parte del trío maravilla, ambos no hubieran sobrevivido sin el otro :( Se necesitan mutuamente para viviiiir :(( AND IT MAKES ME SAD porque ahora viven en extremos opuestos del mundo y solo se ven por Skype y FaceTime, pero se aman como cuando estaban en la secundaria (shout out a la convo donde Wes se va de vacaciones a NY bc it makes me happy). Como dijo Delfi, Regan y Wes se conocieron en más de una vida y seguirán encontrándose en las demás @completemessx (bitch vas a aparecer muchas más veces en esto bye.)

Guster = Gustav Risbeck + Winter Collins -- OTRA BROTP QUE NACIÓ EN BEDFORD. Siento que Winter es el único (a parte de Dylan) que conoce totalmente a Gus. Y LO QUIERE POR COMO ES !! AUNQUE SEA UN HIJO DE PUTA Y WINT SEA UN AMORSI !! Tipo incluso cuando Gustav la cagó y se acostó con la chica que a Wint le gustaba, su amistad fue más fuerte bc bros before hoes ah. Son nuestros Ride or Die, nuestros Can we get matching heart tattoos?, simplemente son bellos y supportive and i love them.

Chaiden = Chase Draven + Aiden Washington -- “Dude we’re a little married” creo que eso describe perfectamente a una de las AMISTADES MÁS PURAS DEL MUNDO. Realmente Aiden ama a Chase con todo su corazón, es increíble la cantidad de cosas que haría por su mejor amigo, no exceptions. Wanna hide a body? HMU DUDE!!

Daya = Demi Lovato + Naya Rivera -- SHOUT OUT TO HU!! Que bella amistad dude, creo que fue el primer BROTP que tuve desde que empecé a rolear en Tumblr y VAYA QUE ME ENCANTA. Eran tan divertidas cuando estaban juntas, se hacían tanto bullying HAHAHA Y LUEGO FUERON NOVIAS EN GLEE!! Me las imagino cagando de risa en el set bc “shit this is awk im kissing my best friend” pero realmente Naya asesinaría a todos por Demi, i love strong female friendships.

Vimitri = Viktor Maximoff + Dimitri Ivankov -- Creo que no hay nada que estos dos no harían por el otro ?? Como Guster ellos son super Ride or Die, aunque hayan secretos que no se pueden decir, no es que no quieran hacerlo sino que es así como los criaron? En el mundo en el que viven hablar demasiado puede matarlos y ninguno quiere hacerle eso al otro. Dimitri tiene en Vik un hermano, porque a pesar de sus hermanos “biológicos” (shh nobody knows he’s adopted) no siente una conexión así con ninguno? I just love my bbys.

Jaichi (?) = Jude Martin + Taichi Ishida -- Siempre que pienso en ellos me rio demasiado. ERAN TAN DIFERENTES. Jude estaba lleno de una energía increíble, además con su ADHD era una explosión de hiperactividad andante, mientras que Tai era tan inteligente y tan serio HAHAHA pero de alguna forma igual eran amigos y se querían !!

Jylan = Jazz NomeacuerdoelapellidodeJazzporqueisuck + Dylan Carter -- Aunque Sofia no tenga indie, esta es una de las mejores amistades que tuve en un plot. Dylan y Jazz siempre estaban lado a lado, en los mejores y peores momentos. Con todo el drama de Gylan y cuando pasó el accidente de Chase, eran mejores amigas y siempre se encargaban de que la otra estuviera bien. Además me acuerdo que Jazz odiaba a Am cuando pasó lo de Año Nuevo HAHAHA (viva odiar a mis propios personajes). Además PODEMOS HABLAR DE QUE ERAN EL MEJOR DUO EN EL CAMPO DE FUTBOL? I love them.

Gefi = Gustav Risbeck + Tefi Ainsworth -- No se si este es más amistad o si es más otp ? Pero lo pondré aquí. No puedo decir que Tefi es como la hermana que Gus nunca tuvo porque admitamos THAT WOULD BE WEIRD. Pero si es su mejor amiga. Se sacan de quicio cada que pueden, se mandan a la mierda a los dos segundos de verse, pero al mismo tiempo me imagino muchos piggy back rides, muchos cuddles, mucho amor en general? Gustav protegería a Tefi con su vida tbh y Gus no hace eso con mucha gente. @teen4gedre4mers

Reicky (¿) = Nicky Di Stefano + Regan Holt – “You are a bitch but you are my bitch” es lo que más describe a estas dos. Siento que su Amistad es mucho como la nuestra Mar HAHAH siempre peleando de boludeces, pero al final del día son incondicionales la una con la otra. Se que se aman con todo el corazón, seguro tienen las mejores historias en jodas haciendo de las suyas y aún cuando se fueron de Bedford siguieron viéndose para hacer mierda a la gente que les caía mal.

EIGHT characters that I’veplayed

1. ReganHolt-García – MI BEBÉ HERMOSA, PROTECT HER. Regan es la hija de Charles Holt, un empresario con muchos hoteles en elCaribe, y Elena García, la dueña de una agencia de viajes en Punta Cana, RD. Charlesdejó a su primera esposa pues se enamoró de Elena en uno de sus viajes aRepública Dominicana, se casaron y durante muchos años sufrieron pues no podíanconcebir. Luego un día llegó Regan y al ser un bebé milagroso creció siendosumamente mimada. Pero en su adolescencia las cosas se descontrolaron, legustaba demasiado la fiesta y todo lo que venía con ella. Entonces sus papás lamandaron al internado Bedford, pero incluso ahí Regan hizo de las suyas, volviéndosela principal drug dealer de la secundaria. Conoció a su mejor amigo y prácticamentesu soulmate Wes; pasó a descubrir algo que ya sabía desde hace mucho tiempo,que era bisexual; sufrió la muerte de su mejor amiga y creció mucho comopersona en general ¡!

2. Gustav Risbeck – DESERVES FUCKING BETTER. I cry every time que pienso en Gus.Desde pequeño sus padres lo usaban como peon en sus peleas y juegos, su padrele daba todo lo que pedía para mantenerlo callado cuando Gus lo veía con una desus amantes y con el tiempo se le hizo costumbre. En la adolescencia empezó aconsumir drogas y alcohol para escapar de la mierda que pasaba en su casa,además de desarrollar un gusto en las mujeres (muchas veces las mismas de supadre). Cuando cumplió 17 años, estuvo involucrado en una pelea en un bar,donde casi mata a golpes a un hombre que le había chocado accidentalmente. Estollevó a que fuera diagnosticado con Trastorno Explosivo Intermitente y tuvo que pasar 18 meses en un centro dedetención para adolescentes. Durante ese tiempo, su novia Dylan descubrió queestaba embarazada, pero con el pasado mujeriego de Gustav decidió abortar albebé porque pensó que Gus la había abandonado BUT HE WAS IN JAIL ¡! *llora milaños*

3. NayaRivera – MY QUEEN MY FIRST BORN. Hollywood Unmasked fue el primer rp en el que estuve en Tumblr y Naya fue miprimer personaje. Era una vampiresa que literalmente ODIABA A TODO EL MUNDOpero con el tiempo se hizo un amor, hizo muchísimos amigos que rompieron elmuro alrededor de su corazón Y HASTA SE ENAMORÓ DE SU MEJOR AMIGO (que a pesarde todo lo que pasó después fue uno de los ships más lindos que tuve en lavida), creció mucho en todo el tiempo que pude rolearla, formó una bellafamilia y siempre, siempre la voy a amar.

4. AdelaideKane – MI ANGEL CAÍDO LA AMO DEMASIADO. Su vida fue demasiado trágica desde que nació pues su mamá abandonó al queera su padre biológico y la crió sola por un tiempo (haciéndole creer que supapá biológico las había abandonado porque no quería a Adelaide) hasta que secasó con otro hombre que era, literal, malvado. Abusaba física y sexualmente deAde desde que era una pre adolescente y su madre nunca le creía cuando ella loacusaba. Un día, después de que su padrastro casi termina por asesinarla, Adelaidedecidió tomar el asunto en sus propias manos y los asesinó a los dos. Se fue aLA a buscar a su padre y se encontró CON TODA UNA FAMILIA NUEVA que la recibiócon los brazos abiertos, aparte de muchos amigos nuevos y más importante unnuevo amor aka Ashton que se convirtió en su roca y el amor de su vida.

5. NicolaAnosov – EL SUFRIMIENTO EN PERSONA. Nicola llegó a Estados Unidos con sus papas y su hermano mayor Vladimircuando ella solo tenía dos años. Sus papás querían el sueño americano PERO COMOLA VIDA ES UNA MIERDA, terminaron viviendo en la calle en Nueva York. Nicolaentonces se crió en la calle, robando comida con su hermano y escapando juntosde los servicios infantiles que los querían separar de sus padres. Susprogenitores, decepcionados con la vida que tenían, cayeron en una enormeadicción a las drogas, la cual eventualmente terminó matando a Vlad de unasobredosis accidental. Ese día, el papá de Nicola se dio cuenta que debía haceralgo para que su hija no pasara lo mismo y fue cuando se vio involucrado en elmundo de las mafias, empezando por hacer trabajos pequeños hasta volverse enuno de los hombres más importantes para Petrov, el jefe de la mafia rusa.Eventualmente fue enviado a Rusia para cumplir con una misión pero fueasesinado en una emboscada. Como la madre de Nicola seguía hundida en el mundode las drogas, Petrov decidió acoger a Nicola, pero repito COMO LA VIDA ES UNAMIERDA la hizo prostituta. Eventualmente se enamoró de ella y se convirtió ensu favorita, pero igual estaba obligada a trabajar con hombres que la golpeabanon a daily basis. TIEMPO DESPUÉS se enamoró de un capo aka Viktor Maximoff ypues las cosas eran hermosas y Nicola se sentía feliz por primera vez en muchotiempo, hasta que Delfi y yo decidimos joderlos ha ha ha. Protect my child.

6. MaryMacDonald – BEBÉ MARY. Llevé aMary en The Golden Years y siempre será un personaje al que le tengo muchísimocariño (a pesar de que hice que la torturaran varias veces omg). Cuando leíHarry Potter siempre me llamó la atención esta chica, que esmencionada solo unavez en los recuerdos de Snape a los que Harry entra. Lily le dice que Mulciberla torturó, pero no se menciona nada más. Entonces en Golden si tuve laoportunidad de por lo menos inventar lo que fue de esta chica, la única quesobrevivió a la Guerra Mágica pero tuvo que ver a todos sus mejores amigos ygente con la que había crecido morir de formas horribles. La amo, siempreestará en mi corazón.

7. JudeMartin – SWEET CHILD OF MINE.Lo llevé en la segunda edición de Bedford y HOLY SHIT MI BEBÉ HERMOSO. Erael nieto de George Martin, el productor estrella de los mejores álbumes de TheBeatles y de muchos artistas famosos más. Jude (Llamado así por la canción HeyJude) se crió practicamente en el estudio de su abuelo, rodeado de músicasiempre. Cuando tenía 15 años su papá murió de cáncer y fue algo que lo afectóprofundamente, pues fue el mismo año que entró a Bedford y no podía estar cercade su mamá. En el internado era un chico sumamente popular, era amigo de todos,pero le costaba mucho todo lo que tenía que ver con lo académico porque sufrede AHDH. Su mejor amiga, Luna, lo ayudaba siempre en todo y fue poco a poco queterminaron enamorándose bellamente, después de un beso que se dieron en elapagón del museo. Luego, como no puedo tener cosas lindas, Jude tuvo unaccidente de tránsito y terminó perdiendo la memoria bc cliché.com Y pues nopudo recuperarla hasta como dos años después, cuando volvió a ver a Luna en elmismo museo donde se habían besado por primera vez.

8. Aiden Washington – TOO PURE FOR THIS WORLD. Me costó mucho pensar en un últimopersonaje, pero luego me di cuenta que Aiden es uno de los personajes que másme gustó rolear. Viene de una familia de pescadores MUY humilde de Hawaii,literalmente apenas logran cubrir sus necesidades principales. Desde pequeñoAiden demostró ser sumamente inteligente, tenía las mejores notas en su escuelay eso también le ganó su cuota de bullies que le hacían la vida imposible. Perosu suerte cambió cuando la Fundación de Madame Andrews le otorgó una beca completapara estudiar en el Internado Bedford. En un principio Aiden no sabía siaceptar, pues no quería dejar a sus padres y a sus hermanos, pero fueron ellosquienes lo alentaron a aceptar. Entonces pasó de las calurosas playas deHonolulú al frío condado de Bedfordshire en Inglaterra.

9. BONUS ROUND (pacific showdown) DimitriIvankov – WHO’S THISBITCH I DONT KNOW HIM. Es,literalmente, un psicópata LE DISPARÓ A UN GOLDEN RETRIVER FOR FUCKS SAKE. Dimitrise crió como hijo del jefe de la mafia rusa, Ivankov, pero lo que él no sabe esque su apellido en realidad es Longergan, hijo del jefe de la mafia irlandesa.Fue secuestrado por los rusos cuando era recién nacido, a manera de saldar una deudacon los irlandeses y les hicieron creer a ellos que el bebé había muerto minutosdespués de haber nacido. Dimitri se crió como ruso, con todas lascaracterísticas que un buen hijo de Ivankov debía tener, pero el muchachodesafió todo eso el día que se enamoró de una prostituta japonesa, losprincipales enemigos de su padre. Nadie sabía del romance prohibido, pero losjaponeses se enteraron y terminaron asesinando a la prostituta, para despuésmandarle los dedos cercenados de la misma a Dimitri, uno de ellos aún llevabael anillo de compromiso que el chico le había dado. Desde ese día Dimitriperdió un poco la cordura, volviéndose más sanguinario.

SIX characters thataren’t mine

1. Ashton Irwin de Delfina

2. Viktor Maximoff de Delfina

3. Wes Knight de Delfina

4. Dorcas Meadowes de Andy @remusitas

5. Tefi Ainsworth de Mar

6. Dylan Carter de Sofia

7. BONUS: Piers idkhislastname de Pony

FOUR roleplays/groups

1. HollywoodUnmasked porque ahí conocí al squad y fue mi primer rp en Tumblr.

2. Bedford Boarding School en todas sus ediciones, desde plot hasta RP (but le tengo un cariño especial ala primera edición).

3. LaCosa Nostra por ser el nuevo proyecto que nos da mucho drama y dolor.

4. TheGolden Years por todo el sufrimiento.

THREE important moments/memories

OK FUE DEMASIADO DIFICL ESCOGERSOLO TRES así que este también viene con bonus bc im a bad bitch you can’t killme.

1. CuandoNicola besó a Vik en el camerino del ring de peleas, fue el momento clave paraeste ship y para que se dieran cuenta lo que sentían por el otro, que no erasolo atracción sexual sino ALGO MÁS.

2. CuandoFaith fue asesinada y marcó por completo la vida de Regan, pues había perdido asu mejor amiga de la forma más horrible. Lo que nos lleva a la convo Wregan dedespués del funeral y es una de las más lindas y tristes.

3. CuandoAshlaide hizo el amor por primera vez ¡! Fue hermoso porque Adelaide solo habíaexperimentado abusos toda su vida y Ashton fue tan cute L y tan cuidadoso con ella, icry everytime.

4. Bonus1: Cuando Jude tuvo el accidente que lo llevó a perder la memoria.

5. Bonus2: Cuando a Lucille se le rompió la fuente en la cocina de la casa y todas lashermanas entraron en pánico y ella era la más calmada HAHAHA #NeverForget

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THE WEIRD AL-CANA - 21. THE WORLD- ALBUQUERQUE

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we made it! and what other card could possibly be the world but Albuquerque? its a quintessential al experience to me. an al-xperience, if you will. albuquerque is full of so many stupid little details there was no way I was gonna get them all in one picture so I just cherrypicked a couple references ;p

thanks for coming on this journey with me to the world-famous albuquerque holiday inn :) but its not QUITE over yet- tomorrow i'll be posting all of these cards in one big ol' post for your reblogging pleasure. and with a more well-written expression of gratitude, to boot. until then, watch out for rabid flesh-eating weasels!

[Prev Card]

#alloyart #weird al #weird al yankovic #weird al-cana #originally i thought it'd be funny to try to put the entire lyrics of albuquerque in the background of this card just filling the thing up #but uh. that would've been a little too much.#my second stupid plan was to just make the description of this post the entire lyrics. im also not doing that for everyones dashboards sake #so simply take this time to visualize albuquerque in your mind #what? you need some help with that?#well... ive got a couple stories that might be useful...#you see way back when i was an itty bitty boy-

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realretroroger · 4 years

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QRKY Radio Playlist For 04/14/20

QRKY – Quirky Radio Playlist For 04/14/20

Listen Free. Blues, Swing, Rockabilly, Old Time Radio Shows & More.

Click on the individual song titles in BOLD below. They’re linked to music videos or to online audio files of the old time radio shows. Or, if you’d prefer to autoplay the music video playlist, just click HERE. It;s all for fun and for free, so enjoy.

Poor Until Payday -- Reverend Peyton’s Big Damn Band

Jump Children -- International Sweethearts of Rhythm

Mamas Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys -- Waylon Jennings & Willie Nelson

(Hey There) Big Bad Wolf -- The Sham-Ettes

Downward Road -- Selah Jubilee Singers

Crazy People -- Boswell Sisters

Dr. Jive Jives -- Buddy Johnson

Calgon Bath Oil Beads (Retro Commercial)

Ladder -- Joan Osborne

Complainer’s Boogie Woogie -- William Clarke

Fat Meat Is Good Meat -- Savannah Churchill & Her All-Star Seven

Is That Clear -- Nick Waterhouse

12-Inch Three-Speed Oscillating Fan -- Big Smith

Wang Dang Doodle -- Koko Taylor with Willie Dixon

Tyin’ Knots In The Devil’s Tail -- Michael Martin Murphey

Chevrolet OK Used Cars (Retro Commercial)

Happy -- Pharrell Williams

Tacky -- Weird Al Yankovich

I’m Gonna Sit My Foot Down -- Marti Brom & the Barnshakers

Vaccinate Me, Baby -- King Perry

Lookin’ Out My Backdoor -- John Fogerty, sheltering at home

Rusty Hooptie -- Chris Canas

Car Hop -- The Exports

Adventure Car Hop -- Arnie “Woo Woo” Ginsberg

Guitar Town -- Steve Earle

Put Your Cat Clothes On -- Carl Perkins

Wrong Side Of Memphis -- Trisha Yearwood

What Wondrous Love -- Jenny Oaks Baker

Paper In Fire -- John Mellencamp

Anyhow -- Kelsey Waldon

Ballad Of Thunder Road -- Intimidators

Greyhound (Retro Commercial)

Wrap It Up -- Fabulous Thunderbirds

Little Latin Lupe Lu -- Righteous Brothers

Only Mama That’ll Walk The Line -- Linda Ronstadt

Devil With The Blue Suede Shoes -- Chuck E. Weiss

455 Rocket -- Kathy Mattea

Everybody Needs Somebody -- Wilson Pickett

Supersonic Twist -- Les Jaguars

Sea & Ski Suntan Lotion (Retro Commercial)

My Give A Damn’s Busted -- Jo Dee Messina

Hot Fish -- Sherman “Blues” Johnson & His Clouds Of Joy

Money Tree -- Blyther Smith

Diggy Diggy Lo -- Doug Kershaw

Down At The Twist And Shout -- Mary Chapin Carpenter

September -- Earth Wind & Fire

If I Should Fall From Grace With God -- Pogues

#blues #swing #rockabilly #oldtimeradio #musicvideos #026

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authentic-notions-and-coffee · 5 years

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A Literal Story

At this point it’s like I’m going out just so I can write about it the next day.

Except I’m sitting here trying to figure out how to start writing about it. I was going to take my usual approach and write about just my feelings throughout the night, but instead I’m going to write what actually happened. Take a bathroom break, then grab your popcorn because this one’s a long one.

After ordering my second mixed drink of “Flor de Cana and coke” but instead receiving a quarter full glass of ice and the rest full of straight Flor de Cana w/ a can of coke on the side, I knew what kind of night it was going to be.

My first confused moment of the night was when I sent my sister-in-law’s video of me and a mutual friend dancing, to my friend from work who commented how I “really move like a man behind there - WTH - like you have a willy!!!”. No offence taken (shrugs). I actually take pride in the way I can handle a bumpa anytime, anywhere - sober or drunk, thank you very much. But is she saying that I don’t have a “willy” to be able to handle it though? Or that because I’m a woman I can handle it just like a man or better? I’m going with my second assumption.

I was pretty sure I saw my high school math teacher, who I haven’t seen since then, just show up to my happy hour spot. I’m sure she’s the reason I failed math...paying attention to the wrong bumpa-I mean formula. Have mercy. I guess she noticed my confusion because she came over to hug me and ask how I was doing. I told her I didn’t know whether to feel old or young because she definitely looks even better than she used to. Blame the alcohol. The weirdness of that interaction led me to message my main and I tried to explain how confused I felt - even asking if she was her teacher since we both went to the same high school. She had no clue who she was (I mean, she did block out her high school days) but when I told her how she came up to hug me etc. she said “Ew - tell her to get away lol”. I didn’t mind it at all though.

My second confused moment of the night - well I’m not sure exactly what happened on my part but during the conversation of laughing emojis, funny gif’s & drunk typos with her, I somehow misread something she said and made a dumb ass comment questioning if she had someone out with her to which she responded “you sound like a man with that question”. Ouch. That was my response and current feeling just recalling that moment. I tried explaining how much I didn’t mean for her to take offence to what I said but her honest self was quick to call me on my BS. Rightfully deserved, so why am I still overthinking her response? Everything I say when I’m drinking is how I really feel and it’s nothing less than the truth. If anything, even more so. I just didn’t feel like 3rd wheeling it that night, that’s all. I mean, I guess I shouldn’t have questioned her like that, but damn...her saying I sounded like a man was hard to hear...and a second time though? Just 45 mins after the first time I heard another friend tell me I’m behaving like a man? What kind of coincidence is this? All I know is I’m sounding and behaving like me. So what does that even mean now because I really don’t know how to feel.

Anyway, we moved along the conversation and I drunkenly found my way to her location. Her cousin was with her and as I hugged her cousin first and wished her a very belated happy birthday, I felt her pulling on my arm. “Why do you always gotta hug her first?” That angry pout though. Not sure if she actually wanted me to answer that, but I did. “So I can get her out of the way to hug you longer”. That smile though. As I sat down with her, she surprisingly carried the conversation then tried to get me to help her drink her Appleton & ginger ale although she knows I can’t stand that mix. I might as well drink the Appleton straight. Where is the sugar, Lord?

I was way too drunk to even think about drinking anymore alcohol so I decided to grab a cup of coke from the bar. She comes over and while I was trying to figure out if she was going to order another drink when her full one was still on the table, up comes this dude. Of course. She looked uncomfortable with him drunkenly draped over her from behind so I gave her the are-you-okay look. She squeezes free for a moment to tell me he’s a coworker and since it’s his birthday she told him she would buy him a drink. We exchange eye rolls. Well, that was definitely a lie. To him. I manage to peel him off her and ask what he’s drinking. “Flor de Cana & coke”. Well would you look at that. Another coincidence for the night. I get the bartender’s attention and order hers and her cousin’s drinks too. She pulls out her card and tells me she doesn’t want to pay for his drink. Honestly, I would have paid but I was too drunk to math and I only brought a certain amount of cash to last wherever the night took me. I mean, it was only 9:30pm. He’s on top of her again, not making any sense in her ear from what I can hear. She’s literally leaning so far away from him now that she’s standing on one leg so she pulls on my jeans pocket. I give her the tell-me-what-you-want-me-to-do-with-him look. She tells me to give him his drink so he can leave. At this point, I have to peel him off her again - this time a little harder with a “BRO, chill”. “I know her, you know - I work with her at her office, you know”, “Yeah trust me I know, doesn’t mean you gotta try climb up on her though so chill - Here’s your drink”. Too drunk to even hold the cup straight, he tries to talk in her ear again & spills a bit of his drink on her. I push him away and grab her closer to me - just in time before he spills his drink again as he stumbles away. Weirdly, I’ve missed the adventure of rescuing her.

Back at our table we chat for a bit then it’s time for the next location. Apparently they sell food at that one - news to me. Fast forward to the booth. We even got a waitress now so of course I have to order a real drink. The alcohol is hitting me hard and just as I’m laying back to close my eyes for a bit I open them to her about to sit on my lap. Oh, now she’s ready. Front ways is my favorite, but hey I’ll take this. She’s on top for what seemed like forever - and always on beat. Food showed up so my front got it’s first break. Wow, she’s carrying the conversation again - going on and on, but she’s really opening up this time. A lot of this is new, personal info. I won’t mention it here because I knew it came from somewhere inside that still hurts her. But she also told me things like, she’s Spanish but her mom didn’t want to teach it to her - My dad didn’t want to teach me either. We can both understand it un pequeno but...the look-Spanish-but-can’t-speak-it struggle is real. Thank God for hookah and food at this place because that’s the only time my front got a break. Damn, she was rough that night - it was almost like I could feel her frustration because it’s been awhile since she got some. I could also feel my front was going to hurt like hell in the morning but right then there was definitely something happening in my pants. She slowed it down and I closed my eyes. She leaned back far enough for her bare back to brush my lips. Her favorite strapless tops are my favorite because I can feel just enough skin. I’ve never craved the rest of her before but, it was definitely happening then. My hands started to wander off without me. Up, then down, over then under. Lingering around the areas that aren’t mine and tracing every curve. Quickly holding onto her hips to keep her on top when she would slide off with her wildness.

Then it was my turn. I don’t get much turns because honestly, I prefer to feel dick rubbing on my ass but I’ll do it for the fun of it. Carefully now, because that one time I let her behind me, it was way too much for me to handle. About-to-tear-mine-and-her-clothes-off kind of can’t handle. She promised it wouldn’t happen again but she’s unpredictable. I was just trying to stay safe. Just as she got a little too into it I’m done for fear of crossing that line again. Oh great, now her ripped jeans are ripped all the way open at the knee and we spent God knows how long trying to tie the frays back together. A little distress (get it? LOL) and a lot of apologies. I’m ready for a smoke.

We make it down to the parking lot where her cousin and I smoke a few. I’m just trying to sober up, really. Just as a conversation starts between us she yells at me to stop talking to her cousin and here comes her pouting again. She kept calling me an asshole and said I only love her cousin. I pulled her hard up against me and told her to stop lying - I held onto her and made sure I was looking right into those enchanting green eyes when I said that I loved her more. That I love her the most. That smile again. And that hug. Goddamn, that hug.

I then try to assure her cousin that I can drop her back to her car. This conversation happens every time I’m out with these two. Every time. She doesn’t trust her. She doesn’t trust me. She wants to drive them both. She wins again.

I hadn’t sobered up but I needed to get home as quickly as possible. Once I pull into my driveway I messaged her to let her know I made it and to make sure she’s okay. I needed to get inside my house and find my bed because I was about to pass out. And my front was aching like a bitch. I fell into bed and sent her my final messages of the night - how drunk I still was, how much fun we had, how sorry I was for tearing her already torn jeans and an “I love you”.

I passed out before I could read her replies including an “I love you too”. That was reassuring to see first thing in the morning while wondering if I should get out of bed to ice my badly bruised front.

You know what wasn’t reassuring? Seeing a tear in my goddamn panty. A TEAR! Ouch. Another coincidence? Damn, what a night.

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Hey so I just saw your miraxus post about Master finding out and I was wondering if you could do one where they (miraxus) tell the guild about them getting married

I’ve touched on this before (I feel like I say that in response to every request, but hey, I have a bunch of one-shots), in Clandestine and here’s the original request that spawned this one. Wedding Wars also has a secret marriage (sort of) in it’s plot, so here’s that. Anyways, thanks for asking for so much guild stuff, guys. I forgot how much I liked writing the chaos of them all together.

They were arguing about which job to take, Natsu and Lucy were, because he wanted to go on this cool sounding quest for treasure while she wanted to go the much safer bet of journeying to find a bandit with a reward clearly marked while his was ambiguous. Following a long discussion over just what ambiguous was as Happy snickered in the background, Lucy had nearly won the slayer over to her side when it happened.

Just as she was preparing to snatch the job down and skip right over to the bar, to ask the Kinana to put in the request for them, the guildhall doors opened and in walked Mirajane. And Laxus. Which was weird on it’s own because Mira rarely entered during midday; she’d usually been around for quite awhile. And he wasn’t much of an afternooner, honestly. Laxus either came in at the crack of dawn, to snag a job, or slumped in late in the evening to start his drinking off early before hitting a more apt bar.

But there they were, right around noon, walking in together.

And oh, it was clear they were coming in together. Not just happened upon the doorway at the same time. No. Laxus had an arm tossed over the woman’s shoulder and she had this giddy look about her. A real one. Different than the usual facade of one she put on.

Neither had been seen in a week as Mirajane had claimed to want to take off, a rarity, but a welcome one, everyone felt, and Laxus was prone to long absences, but the sight of them then, wrapped up in one another, was more than a cause for concern.

Lisanna, who was filling in and helping Kinana tend bar in her oldest sibling’s absence, rushed right over at the sight of Mirajane there, once more, in the guildhall, but found herself skidding to a stop as both she and all those around them took notice of the obvious oddity.

“Mira,” she began slowly and uncertainly as she glanced between the two. Mira was grinning brightly and Laxus looked off. “What’s, uh, going on?”

“Well,” her older sister started as, in the hall now, she looked all about as, slowly, the noise died down and everyone began to wonder much the same. “Laxus and I got married.”

“You what?” was the resounding noise from all those present.

Happy, in fact, fell from where he was fluttering about above them, right onto Lucy’s head.

“Hey, cat-”

“Am I,” he asked her, “dreaming?”

“Married?” Natsu looked to Lucy. “Is that what she said?”

“Would you both,” Lucy complained as she reached up to grab the Exceed and shove him off on the slayer, “shut up? I have to go talk to Mira.”

Everyone did in that moment. Save three people who had to talk to Laxus.

“What is she speaking of, Laxus?” Freed was the most impassioned. “We demand answers!”

“Answers,” Bickslow’s baby’s agreed as the man himself was slinking through the crowd, so he could get real close to Laxus and Mira. Mostly Mira. For, uh, inspections reasons. “Papa needs answers!”

“Marrying a Strauss?” Evergreen fanned herself as she stood from the table she definitely was not just sharing with the male member of said family. “Who would ever even concieve such an idea, much less- Elfman!”

He shoved her, full on, out of the way then, to get to Mirajane. “Big sis, I think you’re delirious! Come sit down. Did Laxus slip you something?”

“My boss here,” Bickslow snickered as he was beside the glaring Laxus then and giggly Mirajane, “slipped her somethin’ alright, didn’t ya, boss? Huh? Hey, Mrs. Boss. Can I call ya that? After this whole thing goes sour, you can be Mrs. Ex. Ya like that?”

“Fuck off.” And Laxus shoved him away finally as Mirajane only stared. But he was far from the only one at their sides.

“You cannot,” Lisanna, coming to grab her sister and drag her away from the slayer, “be serious, Mira. How did this happen? You-”

“Marriage is a serious commitment.” Erza had risen from her seat at a table with Cana and Gray, but didn’t make a move towards the pair. No. She just stood and seemed to be glowering somewhat. “One that you must plan for. Even years, decades, perhaps, out. Do you even own a wedding dress, Mirajane? Have you even dreamed of the perfect one? Bought many, even, perhaps, over the years? Hmm? Is no one else concerned with this?”

“I think,” Cana muttered to Gray who remained sitting, just glancing all about because, yeah, this sounded like the exact fuckery that happened on a day when everyone was around, “I mightta had too much to drink. Did Mirajane say that she and Laxus are-”

“Married?” Suddenly, they were joined at their table. Err, well, Juvia didn’t so much sit at the table, but rather, practically, in Gray’s lap, nearly causing him to spill his ale all over himself. “That is what I fear I heard as well. Could you imagine? Marrying someone you only know through random encounters at the guildhall? That will be nothing like our wedding, in the coming months, will it, my darling Gray?”

“Our what?” he complained while trying to shove her then, out of his lap.

“She doesn’t even own a wedding dress.” Still standing, Erza fumed enough for all of them. “How is this fair? It is unjust!”

“It was a surprise,” Mirajane insisted to all those around. Lucy finally had shed the dead weight that was Natsu and Happy (for the time being, at least) and shoved her way through the others so she could stare at her best friend as she spoke. Mostly though, Lisanna’s gaze was the one that the oldest Strauss sibling was holding. “Really. Laxus asked me and then we decided, while we were on our trip-”

“You went on a trip with him?” Elfman raged from where he stood. “What kind of man goes a trip with another man’s sister without saying something to him?”

“Probably the kind that marries her without saying something,” Wakaba suggested around a cigar to Macao who stood by with crossed arms and a glare.

Made sense though.

“Your grandfather isn’t going to like this,” Macao said simply as Laxus, finding his gaze, glared right back. “You know that?”

“I don’t like it,” Lisanna wailed then as she stared up at her sister with tearful eyes. “I mean…Laxus? Mira? Really? Him?”

“Hey!” Bickslow was shoving up then, from where Laxus had tossed him. “Boss! Ya gonna let her talk down to you now? She’s your sister! Put her in her place! Like this.” And he looked to Lisanna then. “I mean…Mira? Laxus? Her?”

“That’s right, Bickslow.” Freed was rare to pick on a defenseless woman (he felt Lisanna pretty defenseless), but desperate times called for desperate measures. “We will crush Lisanna for her insolence!”

“I mean, I dunno about that, dude,” Bickslow snickered as his babies cheered on the idea, “but if that’s what you’re into-”

“Hey!” Elfman, reinvigorated, was shoving his way to the front then. “You will not talk to or about my sisters like that, you-”

“I will so long as she speaks in of Laxus that way,” Freed retorted with a glare.

“Now, now,” Mirajane tried to appease them all though, at the moment, her main focus was pulling Lisanna in for a hug. “You’re all brothers now. Play nice.”

“The hell they are.” Laxus could not hold his tongue for much longer. “They ain’t my brothers.”

“Well, Elfman definitely is, now, dragon, so-”

“Dragon?” Lucy repeated. It was drown out, however, by Happy landing on her head and saying the word to a much higher volume. As she tried to shake him off though, she felt a shove in the back as Natsu was beside her now.

“Hey! Laxus! Where do you get off, huh?” the pink haired slayer complained.

“Probably on Mrs. Boss, I’d assume,” Bickslow snickered which made Elfman rush to attack him, but then Freed was drawing his sword on him and, well, it was a brawl from there.

Still, Natsu’s desire to fight was washed out as he had his eyes on a better prize.

“You can’t marry Lisanna’s sister and not at least fight me for her,” Natsu growled and he shoved Lucy again, this time to get passed her and Laxus was so frustrated then, with the entire thing, that it was just a single crack of thunder, over the pandemonium already going on, that ended the Salamander right where he stood.

“I knew,” Pantherlily complained, over at the table he and Gajeel were still at, the former standing atop it while the later just grumbled about the racket, “I shouldn’t have come in today.”

“Oh, it’s alright, Lily,” Levy giggled. She was sitting with them, before, but stood now, craning her neck to see over everyone, watching the events unfold. Still, she reached over then to pull the black Exceed into her arms and rub at his ears, so he didn’t have to cover them with his paws. “Just a little thunder.”

“A little?” he griped as Gajeel only snorted, still grumbling.

“Who the fuck gets married nowadays anyways?” he griped, more hung up on the idea rather than the participants. He couldn’t give a shit what Laxus did, at all, so long as he left him the hell alone and Mirajane, well, he was on the outs with her after an incident in which he definitely didn’t steal her guitar before she was going to preform at the hall because it wasn’t fair that he wasn’t allowed to preform too. Nope. Definitely didn’t happen. “It’s stupid.”

“Well,” Levy thought, hardly glancing at him. “I might get married someday. I’d hope.”

He choked some, on his drink, before grumbling once more, though this time it was something along the lines of, well, maybe, if someone was really into that idea, it wasn’t so bad.

“Elfman!” Evergreen was the one yelling then as she stepped over the fallen body of Natsu as well as Lisanna, who’d detangled herself from her sister just to go check on him (one shot of Laxus’ lightning and he was pretty bad off) “Let Bickslow go!”

“Never!” He had the other guy in a headlock then as Freed kept shouting at him that if he didn’t release him, he’d be forced to stab him. The man’s wooden dolls weren’t doing so great either. “Not until he apologizes to my sisters!”

“My,” Bickslow gasped out, “sisters too. Now.”

“No,” Laxus growled as Mirajane was shoving at him then, telling him to get everyone to calm down, “they’re not!”

“How can you get married, Mira,” Erza was yelling still, “without a wedding dress? How is it, even, that someone who might have a wedding dress or seven on hand is not gifted the bless of a wedding?”

“Seven?” Cana slurred with a frown as even Juvia stopped peppering Gray with hugs and kisses at the number.

“Perhaps even eight,” the scarlet swordswoman admitted as her cheeks turned much the same.

“What would you even do with that many?” Gray asked, also at least somewhat interested. Maybe. He wans’t sure. He also felt in awe of the woman. “Erza?”

“I like,” she defended as, slowly, she sank back into her seat, “to have options.”

“Or,” Juvia decided then as her eyes glazed over and she imagined the exact scenario, “you could just have seven separate weddings. With your beloved. Tell me, Erza, do you have one of those? Or-”

“Wh- This isn’t about me!” She frowned at all of them. “This is about the irresponsible decision that Mirajane has made.”

“Yeah, marrying a guy without knowing him is kind of more my thing,” Cana offered, also in awe, it seemed, at such a thought.

“What?” Erza huffed. “I meant getting married without a proper dress.”

But there were much bigger concerns, up at the front, as Mirajane had begun to try and at least explain, a bit, to the others. To ease the tensions.

“There is no way,” Lucy said as she refused to go aid the fallen Natsu (he and Happy were getting on her nerves that day, purposely, like always), “that the two of you have been dating that long, Mira. And none of us knew. Not even Lisanna. No way.”

“I agree.” Lisanna had the dazed Natsu’s head in her lap, but still managed a suspicious glance up at her sister. “If this is some kind of a joke-”

“It’s true,” Mirajane insisted as, finally, Laxus went to break up the guys from their brawl, barking out orders now not only to Freed and Bickslow, but Elfman as well.

“I don’t have to listen to you,” the muscular man growled. “Laxus. Who are you to me?”

“He’s your older brother now, I think,” Happy offered and wow, no, Elfman never considered that.

As he tossed Bickslow from him and into Freed, he got the glares of all three members of the Thunder Legion, but it was his sudden tears that threw Laxusoff.

“Oh, Mira, how’d ya know?” Elfman sobbed. “I always wanted an older brother. And now ya married this guy just to give me one?”

“Well,” Mira began uneasily. “Not exactly, but-”

“Why is he hugging me? Demon, get your brother off me!”

“Demon?” Happy didn’t even give Lucy a chance to question it that time.

“This has to be some sort of setup,” Lisanna kept up, “or something. Sis. Please, tell me that-”

“Would I have this?” Mira asked as she held up her hand to them then, flashing the bright diamond of an engagement ring. “If it was just a joke?”

“U-Uh, hey, Laxus?” Suddenly, Lucy was focused on the seething man who was still being hugged by his brother. “Remember all those times that you were so interested in many going out on a date? Well-”

“Don’t be a gold digger, Luce.” Natsu was better then, sitting up as he rubbed at his head. “Anyone can get loaded, when they’re S-Class. It’s not an accomplishment.”

“I would feel accomplished,” Happy remarked as it was Mira’s head he landed on then, so he could stare down at the ring on her finger. “If I bought a woman that. Is Carla around? Don’t let her see this, Mira. It’ll really undersell that fish I was gonna split with her.”

“This,” Erza complained as, finally, she slammed her hands down onto the table with such force it nearly toppled Cana’s barrel, “is absurd. To be so wasteful with your jewels. I am unimpressed! Disapproving, more like it.”

“Didn’t you just say you spent hundreds of jewels on seven wedding dresses?” Gray asked with a frown.

“Eight,” Juvia whispered.

“And what,” Erza growled at them, “of it?”

“N-Nothing! My darling was merely wondering, is all.”

“T-That’s right! Just curious!”

Levy sighed though, still hanging back with Gajeel and the now soothed Pantherlily. “Imagine. Having a diamond like that. It’s beautiful.”

Gajeel set his jaw. “Not that big. Or nice.”

“You haven’t even looked at it, so-”

“Probably doesn’t even taste good.”

“You don’t eat them, Gajeel!” Lily yelled at him as Levy just stared with wide eyes at the implication.

Mirajane though was all giggles as her sister, ditching out on the no longer downed Natsu, came to stand her hand and examine the ring closer. “Dragon proposed to me, the first night of our trip together-”

“A real man,” Elfman sobbed as Laxus finally shoved him off, “is great at surprises!”

“-but then, the last day we were there, we just thought, you know, why wait?” Mira finished as Lisanna turned her wide, blue eyes onto her sister’s similar ones.

“Because of us, Mira,” Lisanna insisted softly. “I mean, I’m in shock right now, so this is really going to hit me later, but I thought we were always going to, you know, plan weddings together. Yours, mine. Now what?”

“You can still have one. A big one. Laxus will fund it.”

“Yeah, but-”

“Laxus can give you one right now.” Mira looked to the slayer. “Make Freed or Bickslow marry Lisanna. Please. Just so we can have a pretend wedding.”

“What exactly do you think I do, Mira?” Laxus complained. “Huh? Just go around bossing people-”

“Laxus? Question.” Freed even rose his hand. “Are Mira’s commands now as binding as yours? Since you are one in the faith? Are you? One in the faith?”

“The faith of what?” Laxus complained.

“We are,” Mira assured him.

“If Mrs. Boss has the same power as the boss, then I guess we gotta listen to her.” Bickslow sighed. “Okay, Lisanna, even though you’re our sister now, I guess you and Freed gotta get hitched.”

The rune mage bowed his head. “I will do my duty.”

“Don’t call marrying me a duty,” Lisanna carped as Natsu and Happy snickered uncontrollably.

“How many toes will their kids have?” Bickslow mused to his dolls and any who were willing to listen. “Since they’re siblings now? And gonna bone and all that?”

“Can we please,” Evergreen begged then, looking to Laxus, “go somewhere and talk about this? Seriously?”

But that was where they were exactly at the moment as it was then, from all the commotion, that the Master awoke from his midday nap in his office. With a yawn, he’d strode out into the bar expecting to have to break up some sort of fight or something or other over a job request, maybe, or a drunken spat. As he glanced about though, seeing everyone crowding around the entrance way, he wasn’t sure what was afoot and rushed over to where Erza sat.

“What is the meaning of this?” he asked the woman. Typically she could handle such disturbances on his behalf, but she seemed to be stewing rather than assisting at the moment. “Erza?”

“Laxus and Mirajane,” the swordswoman got out threw clinched teeth, “have gotten married. Without a wedding dress! Or even true love. What a disgrace.”

“What? Married?”

And it only took a moment. The man grew then, sizes above his natural height, causing the entire guildhall to fall into silence once more.

“Laxus,” growled his super big and super scary grandfather. Mirajane, for some reason, was the only one that giggled at his current state as Makarov’s head brushed the roof of the multiple story building. “What is the meaning of this? Married? I thought you told me you were going to just propose to her first?”

“You knew?” came the group complaint of the hall and, at it, Makarov deflated slowly. Figuratively and literally.

“Yes, well,” the man sighed as he returned to his normal state. “Perhaps a bit, but-”

“We’re in love.”

But that didn’t come from Mira.

Instead, as she beamed from his side, Laxus spoke, arms tossed over his chest as he refused to make eye contact with any of them.

“Ain’t that all that matters?” he griped and, even though Erza still was pretty pissed about he dress and Gajeel was definitely gonna take a least a bit of a nibble of that engagement ring when he got the chance, yeah.

That was all that mattered.

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the art of slaying dragons

“Cooking is at once child's play and adult joy. And cooking done with care is an act of love.” ― Craig Claiborne

Nalu | Chef/RivalsToLovers AU part 1/? words: 1475 rated: M read: all

I can’t even believe it myself, but I am... back?! And it feels great. :’) I know I haven’t written in ages but I hope you haven’t forgotten me entirely my pals my buddies my frends... and this time around I’m writing about one of the great loves of my life: food. ;) Well, maybe not only about food. But there will be food. Yum.

Cooking, despite what some might try to tell you, is an art.

It is art, and it is magic. There is art in an idea, in the careful execution, in the swirls and patterns of thoughtful arrangement on a simple plate. There is magic in old, scribbled recipes that endure time, in the love you pour into your creations, in that first bite. It is in the smiles of the people who taste your food, in the way they come to know you without ever having met you, because you took a part of your soul and held it to their lips.

The art of cooking---

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!”

Resisting the urge to hurl her pen against the next wall, Lucy Heartfilia leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. Maybe this was why she had not become a food critic in the end. As much as she loved writing, it did not come easy to her. It was hard. What she could do, however -- what she had taught herself to do with passion and endurance -- was to create dishes that spoke for her. Or at least she hoped that was what she did. Some days, she didn’t know anymore.

Maybe this wasn’t the best time in her life to be writing an article for a renowned food magazine, when she wasn’t even sure if she deserved to be in it. With a heavy sigh, she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and tried to focus on the task at hand.

But she did not finish it that night, or the night after.

“Chef, appetizer for table six is ready to go.”

“Thanks, Cana. Gajeel, ready to go on the main?”

“Aye.”

“Cana, send it out. Gajeel, start in five. I want this energy to continue, alright team?”

“Yes, Chef!”

Lucy was in her element. She was in control. Everything happening was happening as it should; the magic (as she liked to call it) was flowing splendidly tonight. Yesterday’s doubts were still in the back of her mind, the anxiety over that new restaurant across the street a thorn in her side, but for tonight she pushed it all away. This year, she reassured herself, would be the year she would finally earn her first michelin star.

There was no one who could do it like Lucy Heartfilia. No restaurant that could rival The Fairy’s Tail, not in this street or this city or the entire fucking country. She had to believe this.

“Chef. Chef! Lucy!”

Blinking away her stupor, Lucy gave a start. She found herself confronted with the stern face of her head waitress, Aquarius. She swallowed. The scowl on her face bode nothing well.

“The guest at table seven asked to speak to you.”

All that Lucy heard in her tone and bearing was ‘What did you do wrong now, silly girl?’ but she merely nodded and skidded away from the woman’s likely wrath. Lucy might be her boss, but god, could Aquarius still be scary after all these years.

Scary, too, was the prospect of meeting that guest. It didn’t help that Aquarius had not hinted at the nature of the request. Would she be met with a complaint or a compliment?

Pondering this simple yet nerve-wrecking question, she made her way through the kitchen doors and out into the dining area, into her restaurant. For Lucy, it was the kitchen which felt most like home: this was where she lived as much as she worked. But here, amidst neatly decked tables and careful arrangements, amidst the sound of conversation, softly clinking cutlery and low laughter, here was where the soul of her restaurant lay. It felt good to remember that from time to time. Here, what she did felt easy and joyful and right. The blood, sweat and tears that had brought her to this point lay behind her, forgotten easily in the face of what her work could accomplish. Steaming plates, inviting dishes, colourful details... it all looked so simple, despite the hours of thought so many people had put into it. Her food brought people together; it made them smile.

And that was all she had ever wanted, in a way.

The table she was headed for was one of the small ones close to the wall, with the soft emerald cushions. There was only one person sitting there, comfortably lodged between table and wall, looking entirely at peace with the world. Some of the tension dropped off Lucy’s shoulders. His eyes moved and caught her approaching, and the smile that spread across his face lit up his eyes in a way that was, she found, entirely pleasant. A very good, content smile.

Her initial impression, however, was quickly redacted when she arrived at the table and he opened his mouth.

“Yo,” he said, looking her straight in the eye as his smile wandered and settled on the corner of his mouth in a rather cheeky fashion. “You the chef?” A little confused (she was not undercover in her flashy chef’s uniform, after all, and he’d asked for her -- and what kind of weird manners did he have anyways?) Lucy merely nodded and waited for him to continue. He told her he very much liked her food (which made her smile) and then he told her that he was the owner of the new place down the street (which made her want to faint on the spot and be carried off to the nearest unoccupied grave).

The new place down the street. The restaurant. The very thing that had been the cause of so many sleepless nights now that she had stopped counting. Her smile froze.

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

Taking a closer look at him, she noticed details that his outfit (a black suit which looked entirely out of place on him, upon further consideration) had drowned out: the spiky hair that was dyed the most ridiculous pink, the piercings, even (poking out beneath the table) the dirty chucks on his feet. An image popped into her mind’s eye, and she almost laughed: someone stealing him right out of his bed to drag him, kicking and screaming, into the suit he wore, and then shoving him through the door of her restaurant. What other explanation was there for his odd appearance?

So this was… her rival. The one she knew she had to compete against, one way or the other. His restaurant had not yet opened, yet the hype around it already was more than she could take at the moment.

Lucy smiled, extending a hand. “Pleased to meet you, Mr…?”

(She knew his name, but she did not want him to know that she knew it. If he knew she knew it would mean he’d know she’d researched him, and that was one thing she did not want to give him the pleasure of knowing.)

“Dragneel,” he offered, and took her hand into his. His grip was firm and hard. “Natsu Dragneel. You should pop over to the Fire Dragon one of these days and I’ll give you a special tour.”

She couldn’t tell if he was making fun of her or if his offer was genuine; there was a glint in his eyes that made a shudder run down her spine.

“I might just take you up on that offer,” she said, taken aback by the intensity of the man. It wasn’t just his piercing eyes or cocky smile, it was the entirety of his person that unsettled her. Not in a bad way, no -- she found him surprisingly likable, which made her angry in an altogether different way. There was arrogance in his behaviour, but it was not unappealing, which would have made her life a lot easier. “For now, I fear, I should get back to my kitchen.”

Lucy offered him her most dazzling smile, and he flashed her a grin that was all teeth.

“I’m looking forward to… this,” he said with a casual wave between the two of them, leaving her speechless.

The implication of that wave, and the sheer simplicity of it, infuriated her beyond words. Was it all that simple to him? Was it a game? Fun? The complexity of her thoughts on the matter had nearly overwhelmed her every night as she tried to fall asleep, and here he was, shaking his hand and managing to say it all with a flick of his wrist...

This was a man she had to look out for.

They were locked in a silent competition, and he was looking forward to it with the air of someone who had already won. But she would not go down without a fight. She would not go down at all. Natsu Dragneel had no idea who his opponent was.

Now Lucy knew. If it meant besting him, she could work harder than ever before.

#fairy tail #nalu #nalu fanfiction #my writing #taosd #the art of slaying dragons #it's short but it's a start??#i've always wanted to write a chef au omg #i hope i can keep at it

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FanFic: SENSORY OVERLOAD

SUMMARY: Natsu and Lucy have been targeted. A mysterious tattoo appears on both of them that changes their relationship in ways they could never have imagined.

RATED: M

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Also can be read on: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12234990/1/Sensory-Overload (Up to Chapter 16)

Prologue ; Chapter 1 ; Chapter 2 ; Chapter 3 ; Chapter 4 ; Chapter 5 ; Chapter 6 ; Chapter 7 ; Chapter 8 ; Chapter 9 ; Chapter 10 ; Chapter 11 ; Chapter 12 ; Chapter 13 ; Chapter 14 ; Chapter 15 ; Chapter 16

CHAPTER 12

Lucy glanced at her hand which was covered in dried and fresh blood. She got herself good this time and decidedly needed her first stop to be the ladies room once inside the guild. She opted for the rarely used back door which was near the bathrooms. She quietly slipped in and entered the woman's room. Each bathroom had an oversized medicine cabinet stocked with the supplies needed to fix up quick wounds. She shrugged off her winter coat trying not to get blood on it and turned to the cabinet. She took out the peroxide tape and gauze. She realized at that moment she was not alone in the bathroom. She stilled and silently inhaled, the scent was an unusual mix. She was not sure who's scent it was since she hadn't made it a point to sniff out every guild member but there was a distinct smell of citrus mixed with a more rancid smell of bile and a strong undertone of something she had no words to describe but intuition told her exactly what it was. 'Someone has a bad case of morning sickness' knowing she had a few minutes to take care of her hand she deftly washed and bandaged the wound. Just as she finished with the last piece of tape the last stall opened and a very green haired and green faced Bisca came out of the stall.

"Hey there Lucy!" she glanced at the fresh bandage "ya alright over there?"

Lucy smiled at Bisca "Ya, I just cut myself." her smile faded slightly "Are you ok?"

"Oh I think I ate something bad this morning it came on so fast!" she gave Lucy a sheepish grin "hopefully this is the last of it!"

Lucy turned facing the green haired beauty full gave her the fullest most warmest smile "I hate to break it to you, but it ain't over."

Bisca had a confused look on her face "Whatcha mean by that?"

Lucy giggled with excitement and with a wink "You may want to take a test and take the Jack out of your Ginger."

Biscas eyes grew wide with knowing but confused excitement "How do you know? I haven't told a soul not if Al."

Pointing to her button nose "Smells can't lie!"

"Since when can you smell something like that?"

"Well, since my senses are linked through this sensory link hullabaloo. I knew his nose was keen but I never knew just how keen it was."

"So you're tellin' me that a Dragon Slayer can smell something like that?" Bisca was a little weary of this new revelation.

"That and SO much more Bisca, they know things about us girls that we barely know ourselves."

Bisca's face reddened a little and her grin turned a little more playful "Oh GOD, poor guys. So tell me, what else have you learned sharing senses with Natsu?"

Lucy's whole body tensed and her joyus demeanor turned more rigid, she didn't want to be rude and run away like her body was screaming to do so she kept it short and sweet "Nothing I didn't already know."

Bisca wanted to press the question further but suddenly another wave of nausea overcame her and she mumbled "Sorry Lucy!" and turned back clumsily into the stall to start round two.

Lucy instantly felt sorry for her "I hope you feel better soon. You should see Porlyusica. I'll leave you be now! CONGRATS" and before Bisca could attempt to reply she gathered her coat and walked out the door to the bar.

The bar was crowded as usual and Lucy did a scan of the room to take stock of who was there. Almost everyone, she was mostly interested in seeing her favorite bluenette but noted that she wasn't there yet, and neither was Gajeel for that matter. 'That's not suspicious' she thought as she noted the usual groups were formed at their usual tables. Gray, Natsu and Happy were sitting eating while flinging insults at each other. Erza was next to them getting visibly annoyed and Juvia just huddled close to Gray as usual. She noted that Lisanna was at the bar alone and Lucy figured the only way for her to get over this is to go apologize to her for ruining their moment last night. She was embarrassed and hurt but she only hurt herself and she had to face this as a fact of life, she had to push through her embarrassment.

"Hey Lisanna, how are you?" Lucy put on the best smile that she could.

"Oh hey Lucy! I am doing great… So Natsu told me about the sensory link, how are you doing?" There was genuine concern in Lisanna's voice and that only made Lucy feel that more badly for how she had reacted that morning. Lisanna was truly a kind hearted woman and was a great fit for Natsu. All the more reason to reinforce her wall hiding her feelings for Natsu.

She let out a half sigh have laugh "It's been ok. The smells and sounds are kind of overwhelming. I think Natsu got the better end of the deal on this one." they both laughed at that statement "Hey so, I just wanted to apologize about last night. I didn't mean to inadvertently interrupt anything."

Lisanna scrunched up her nose completely puzzled by what the Celestial Mage was talking about "Lucy, what-"

"HEY LUCY!" Levy came bounding full of fun and energy from behind the two of them. She was panting a little heavily "Sorry I am late, blame Gajeel! Why don't we go grab that table over there so we can talk!" She grabbed Lucy's hand to guide her to the table.

Lucy glanced over he shoulder "Again, I'm sorry Lisanna - this link should be gone soon hopefully!" and with that she turned toward the direction she was being pulled.

Before Lisanna could question further her sister Mira appeared before her "What is Lucy apologizing to you for?"

"I have no idea. She is weird sometimes. I can see why Natsu likes her so much!" to that both the girls giggled.

Lucy was too bombarded with the sounds of the guild to focus on the comments from the two platinum mages at the bar behind her. She settled down across from Levy she looked down at her hand and fiddled with her bandage. Looking up she noticed that Levy was eyeing her suspiciously.

"What was it this time Lu?" She had a look of gentle compassion on her face. There were only two people in the world that knew her coping mechanisms and Levy was one of them.

"Nothing Lev, really I'm fine now" smiling across at the petite mage, she knew her smile couldn't reach her eyes. This wall was proving a little harder to keep up. 'Maybe it's just his impulsive nature that makes this so hard right now.'

"It's bull Lu and you know it!"

"So, was anyone able to find Meredy?"

"Way to change the subject… but no not yet."

Lucy could only sigh and put her head down on the table. "I can't take this anymore Lev."

"Will you just tell me what happened already?" Levy's voice was now holding a harder edge. Maybe a stricter approach would pry the information out.

"Fine, but let's head to the Library where it a little more quiet."

As she rose from her seat she caught the familiar scent of Natsu and she felt his apprehension, fear and excitement 'that is a very strange mix of emotions' but she shrugged it off. She thought she had enough distance to make a safe getaway, she was teetering on the edge not wishing to look at him or talk to him just yet. When she turned toward the library he was right there in front of her, they were practically nose to nose.

"Hey Luce!" His voice was softer than usual, it was a rarely heard voice that always turned her legs to jelly.

"Hey" she refused to make eye contact with him she felt ashamed in that moment. Ashamed for letting her guard down and then letting pangs of jealousy eat at her.

"I need to talk to you" he had a determined eye that told her she couldn't say no.

A wave of nausea ran through her and in that moment she couldn't tell if it was him or her. She knew he was going to tell her truth about him and Lisanna and she realized she wasn't ready to hear it "I am sorry… I… I didn't mean to interrupt you two last night. I already apologized to her. I…." She glanced up at him and saw tears rolling down his face but he didn't look like he was crying, it didn't even look like he knew they were there. She brought her hand up to her own face and realized it was her that was crying. She panicked and was about to make a break for it, she had to get away.

Natsu instantly knew she was going to flee, he didn't need to be linked with her to see all the signs in her. He glanced down at her hand and grabbed it, all the dots quickly connected. 'She was outside my house earlier, my nose was right, she probably saw me leave with Lisanna. All her sadness that I felt all morning, she was upset about seeing us. That explains the pain in my hand and the emotional void after that. She was trying to shut down. That's what this is about right now, she thinks I am with Lisanna and she is upset about it! Enough a this crap, I know how to fix it!' He reached out toward Lucy's face and made her look at him with his joyful wide grin "You're so dense sometimes." He quickly released her and ran to the bar. He leaned over the bar and grabbed a bottle of well vodka. He ran down the opposite end of the bar clearing out everyone's plates and glasses apologizing to everyone he inconvenienced. " 'DA FUCK NATSU" yelled Cana as quickly grabbed her barrel before it got knocked over.

Lucy stood completely stunned and glued in place not knowing if she should run away as planned or be mad at him for calling her dense. She glanced at Levy which looked puzzled "What is going on?" she asked Levy. "I have no clue!" Everyone in the guild at this point was focused on the bar and the pink haired lunatic trying to figure out what the hell he was doing. Finally with a shout "YO HAPPY… PICK HER UP!" the blue cat called to attention "AYE!" he flew over to Lucy "Don't flail you're heavy and I'll drop you."

Lucy lacked the energy or wherewithal to even respond. Happy picked her up and lifted her rather gently bringing her up to the rafters. Natsu nodded approvingly with a ridiculous smile on his face. He turned his attention to the bar and jumped on top of it, he squatted down and with a quick breath of fire he set the bar a blaze. Everyone gasped and cleared the bar area not knowing what was happening. Shouts could be heard and confusion was starting to settle into the crowd. Lucy looked down at the bar and gasped bringing her hand up to her mouth. She started giggling and smiling, tears were rolling down her face. Everyone was completely stumped as to why she was laughing and crying. None of them saw that the flames of the bar read I LOVE YOU LUCY.

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Body and Appearance

1. Describe the character's height and build. Is he heavyset, thin, short, rangy? Muy alto y de complexión media.

2. How old is he? Cumplió 41 el 25 de marzo pasado.

3. Describe his posture. Does he carry himself well or does he slouch? Siempre bien erguido, con los hombros hacia atrás. Tiene buena postura y eso da una buena primera impresión.

4. How is his health? Is he fit or out of shape? Any illnesses or conditions? Any physical disabilities? Se cuida mucho, va al gimnasio y está en muy buena forma. Tanto por vanidad como por salud, tiene antecedentes de enfermedad cardiovascular en casa y no se va a permitir cometer el error de descuidarse. Tiene vista cansada desde los 35 (mucho trabajo) y ocasionalmente usa gafas.

5. How does he move? Is he clumsy, graceful, tense, fluid? Se mueve con decisión, directo hacia donde quiere y sin dudar.

6. How attractive is this character physically? How does he perceive himself in the mirror? Quizá no de manera convencional, pero es atractivo. Y lo sabe.

7. Describe his complexion. Dark, light, clear, scarred? Media, no es muy moreno, pero se broncea con facilidad.

8. Describe his hair: color, texture, style. Castaño, liso y espeso. Empieza a asomar la primera cana, para su disgusto.

9. What color are his eyes? Castaños.

10. Does the character have any other noteworthy features? Ojos rasgados y pómulos altos.

11. What are his chief tension centers? La parte baja de la espalda.

12. What is the character's wardrobe like? Casual, dressy, utilitarian? Bright colors, pastels, neutrals? Is it varied, or does he have six of the same suit? Siempre bien vestido, con ropa cara y perfectamente cuidada, ya sea de traje si tiene que hacerlo por trabajo o para acudir a algún evento, o si es de simple polo y vaqueros o con ropa deportiva. Suele inclinarse por los colores neutros, blanco, negro, gris...

13. Do his clothes fit well? Does he seem comfortable in them? A veces se las hace a medida y todo.

14. Does he dress the same on the job as he does in his free time? If not, what are the differences? Dependiendo de la ocasión es más o menos formal. Siempre sabe qué registro llevar en cada momento. A menos que decida saltárselo deliberadamente.

15. You knew it was coming: Boxers, briefs or commando? Boxers.

Speech

1. What does this character's voice sound like? High-pitched, deep, hoarse? Tiene un timbre medio, ni muy agudo ni muy grave. Agradable.

2. How does he normally speak? Loud, soft, fast, evenly? Does he talk easily, or does he hesitate? Suave, pero con mucha seguridad en sí mismo, lo que le da autoridad. Excepto cuando se cabrea, que tiende a hablar más rápido y cortante.

3. Does the character have a distinct accent or dialect? Any individual quirks of pronunciation? Any, like, you know, verbal tics? Naturalmente tiene acento sureño, pero lo disimula porque en el mundo de los negocios no quieres que nadie te considere un paleto.

4. What language/s does he speak, and with how much fluency? Inglés, y se defiende en francés y español.

5. Does he switch languages or dialects in certain situations? El acento sureño se le escapa cuando está enfadado, muy apasionado, o un poco borracho.

6. Is he a good impromptu speaker, or does he have to think about his words? Improvisa bien. Tiene facilidad para expresar sus ideas en palabras.

7. Is he eloquent or inarticulate? Under what circumstances might this change? Elocuente como uno de los antiguos vendedores de crecepelo del oeste. Sólo las emociones fuertes le dejan sin habla, pero suele controlarlas muy bien.

Mental and Emotional

1. How intelligent is this character? Is he book-smart or street-smart? Lo bastante inteligente de la calle para que todo el mundo le haya tenido por un cerebrito durante su vida.

2. Does he think on his feet, or does he need time to deliberate? Es bueno resolviendo problemas sobre la marcha, aunque prefiere planear con cuidado si tiene la oportunidad.

3. Describe the character's thought process. Is he more logical, or more intuitive? Idealistic or practical? Lógico y analítico, e idealista dentro de que no es en absoluto un iluso. Tiene grandes proyectos, y vaya si va a conseguirlos todos.

4. What kind of education has the character had? Fue a un colegio privado, católico, en Nueva Orleans, después estudió ciencias económicas en Harvard. Hecho curioso: su minor es en filosofía.

5. What are his areas of expertise? What, if anything, is he interested in learning more about? Su área por excelencia son los negocios, pero Gideon es un curioso nato. Identificará casi cualquier cosa de la que le hablen y si no la conoce o no lo suficiente, querrá más.

6. Is he an introvert or an extrovert? Introvertido. Se mete a la gente en el bolsillo hablando, pero nunca es él mismo, sino lo que tiene que ser para la persona a la que quiere convencer.

7. Describe the character's temperament. Is he even-tempered or does he have mood swings? Cheerful or melancholy? Laid-back or driven? Tiene tendencia a las emociones exaltadas, pero ha aprendido a dominarlas y tener un aspecto frío y calmado.

8. How does he respond to new people or situations? Is he suspicious, relaxed, timid, enthusiastic? Cada situación nueva es un reto intelectual, así que las abraza, pero las estudia.

9. Is he more likely to act, or to react? Actuar es una reacción en sí misma, ¿no?

10. Which is his default: fight or flight? Enfrentarse. Quizá no de forma inmediata, pero si le das un golpe, ten por seguro que va a volver a por ti.

11. Describe the character's sense of humor. Does he appreciate jokes? Puns? Gallows humor? Bathroom humor? Pranks? Tiene un humor afilado e irónico.

12. Does the character have any diagnosable mental disorders? If yes, how does he deal with them? No, aunque puede que roce cierto problema de control de la ira.

13. What moments in this character's life have defined him as a person? Crecer en una sociedad cerrada, donde estaba constantemente puesto a examen y sólo valían los éxitos, tan conservadora que nunca aceptarían su homosexualidad y valiéndose básicamente por sí mismo.

14. What does he fear? Fracasar y quedar en evidencia.

15. What are his hopes or aspirations? El éxito.

16. What is something he doesn't want anyone to find out about him? Su homosexualidad, en parte. Su lado vulnerable.

Relationships

1. Describe this character's relationship with his parents. Los dos viven, siguen viéndose para comer algunos domingos, pero creció en escuelas y con niñeras así que tampoco es una relación cálida.

2. Does the character have any siblings? What is/was their relationship like? Es hijo único.

3. Are there other blood relatives to whom he is close? Are there ones he can't stand? Sienna, su prima, casi la hermana con la que siempre compite pero a la que aprecia. Que no soporte... más que los que sí soporta.

4. Are there other, unrelated people whom he considers part of his family? What are his relationships with them? No tiene muchas relaciones significativas. Es demasiado privado.

5. Who is/was the character's best friend? How did they meet? No tiene un mejor amigo. ¿Al pudo ser algo parecido, cuando eran más jóvenes? Pero siempre le miró por encima del hombro. Cliff Landry, tal vez. No se parecen nada en carácter pero al menos sabe que no le juzga. Mucho.

6. Does he have other close friends? Los amigos son amigos hasta que dejan de serlo.

7. Does he make friends easily, or does he have trouble getting along with people? Se lleva, pero de forma superficial. Tiene muchos conocidos, gente con la que sonreír y tomarse una copa, pero poca gente en la que esté dispuesto a confiar.

8. Which does he consider more important: family or friends? Quienes le sean leales, vengan de donde vengan.

9. Is the character single, married, divorced, widowed? Has he been married more than once? Soltero, y dicen que de oro. En realidad, no quiere tener nada que ver con ninguna mujer. Tampoco con ningún hombre más allá del sexo o alguna cita. Las relaciones sólo traen complicaciones.

10. Is he currently in a romantic relationship with someone other than a spouse? Ver arriba.

11. Who was his first crush? Who is his latest? Su instructor de tenis a los 13 años. El chico tenía 16 y fue su primer rollo. Ahora, Al, pero no lo admitiría.

12. What does he look for in a romantic partner? No busca un compañero romántico, ni de coña. Si acaso, alguien con quien le vaya bien en la cama y no se muera de aburrimiento con su conversación fuera de ella.

13. Does the character have children? Grandchildren? If yes, how does he relate to them? If no, does he want any? Ni tiene ni los quiere.

14. Does he have any rivals or enemies? Más de los que pueda contar, probablemente.

15. What is the character's sexual orientation? Where does he fall on the Kinsey scale? Es homosexual, y muy seguro de sí mismo, aunque no lo exprese.

16. How does he feel about sex? How important is it to him? Es un placer y un desahogo. Si puede tenerlo no lo va a rechazar.

17. What are his turn-ons? Turn-offs? Weird bedroom habits? Le gusta dominar, por lo general, pero también que le den caña. Lo que sea mientras no se ciñan a lo rutinario.

Beliefs

1. Do you know your character's astrological (zodiac of choice) sign? How well does he fit type? Es Aries, y bastante coincidente con el tipo.

2. Is this character religious, spiritual, both, or neither? How important are these elements in his life? De educación católica, aunque actualmente agnóstico. No dedica tiempo a pensar en ello que digamos.

3. Does this character have a personal code of morals or ethics? If so, how did that begin? What would it take to compromise it? El fin justifica los medios, ¿no es lo que dicen? Por supuesto que habría límites que le costaría salvar, pero quien algo quiere, algo le cuesta, y con principios es mucho más difícil comprender esa máxima.

4. How does he regard beliefs that differ from his? Is he tolerant, intolerant, curious, indifferent? Dialécticamente curioso, aunque le irrita si le parecen incorrectos.

5. What prejudices does he hold? Are they irrational or does he have a good reason for them? La gente inculta es superior a él, sobre todo si ha tenido oportunidades de educarse y no ha podido. Los que van de santurrones le parecen hipócritas. Todos tenemos un precio.

Daily Life

1. What is the character's financial situation? Is he rich, poor, comfortable, in debt? Ha crecido rodeado de dinero y lo sigue estando.

2. What is his social status? Has this changed over time, and if so, how has the change affected him? Es de la alta sociedad de la ciudad y sabe moverse bien por ella, aunque odie algunas cosas. Son el precio a pagar por los beneficios.

3. Where does he live? House, apartment, trailer? Is his home his castle or just a place to crash? What condition is it in? Does he share it with others? Tiene un apartamento de lujo, la planta completa de un edificio histórico. Le gusta cuidar de él y mantenerlo bonito y bien decorado, pero lo cierto es que trabaja mucho y lo usa poco.

4. Besides the basic necessities, what does he spend his money on? Antigüedades. Le gusta asistir a eventos culturales también, como conciertos, teatro... (la ropa cara cuenta como necesidad, ¿no?)

5. What does he do for a living? Is he good at it? Does he enjoy it, or would he rather be doing something else? Es empresario. Tiene los dedos metidos en varios sectores y todos con un éxito respetable.

6. What are his interests or hobbies? How does he spend his free time? Devora libros, y le gusta visitar exposiciones, ir al teatro, escuchar música y el cine clásico.

7. What are his eating habits? Does he skip meals, eat out, drink alcohol, avoid certain foods? Hace todo lo que puede por comer limpio y sano (se cuida mucho), pero todas las noches caen un par de bourbons.

Associations

Which of the following do you associate with the character, or which is his favorite:

1. Color? Azul 2. Smell? Cuero 3. Time of day? Amanecer 4. Season? Invierno 5. Book? Matar a un Ruiseñor 6. Music? Jazz, especialmente los Sketches of Spain de Miles Davis. 7. Place? Su casa 8. Substance? Bourbon 9. Plant? Secuoya 10. Animal? Pantera

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