#failed seduction attempt that actually succeeded??!

[eloise175]

VADTD Novel spoilers - side stories chapter 32

A guide to seduction with the sillies: Penelope the girlfailure of them all who is actually very jealous over her not husband, and Callisto the idiot sandwich who is as dense as ever and got his clothes ripped to shreds because of it

Drunk Penelope is an absolute menace hfhsbsjs ‘Mr. Regulus’ is peak rizz, W Penelope rizz 🦅🦅

Callisto shall learn the true feeling of being manhandled into submission from this moment onward ✨

[llostwriter]

The Misery of the Songstress’ Child

Chapter 8: The oldest dragon of the trio

[word count: 2398]

Any gender

Field of a Thousand Dreams was enveloped in Haitang flowers. The haitang flowers represent innocence and purity, and this field is a place where dreams can take root and grow. It was known throughout the cultivation world that the second lord has a liking for Haitang flowers. If only they knew the origin of it. The second monarch has spent some of their free time tending to the field, especially after the death of Chu Fei.

One could connect the dots and realize that Haitang flowers were not actually the second ruler’s favorite, but Chu Fei’s. But nobody does that since there was no need for it. If even the first emperor wouldn’t care about the concubine’s liking, why should the others care? It was pointless.

One man stood in the field of haitang flowers. His attire was a rich black robe with gold and silver accents. He stood silently in the field; the color of his clothing was completely out of place with the gentle pink scenery.

He tilted down his head as he stared at the coffin. In spite of his indecent history with an ancestor of this decrease, he has grown some affection for this decrease. Ever since they were kids, he has been watching them from afar. Away from view. The only difference this time was that he was here in his physical form, not his spiritual one.

“You were a fool like she was.” He has succeeded, yet he couldn’t feel happy at all.

Now that Wanyu stood in front of the coffin, memories began flooding in. He was the firstborn son of the dragon king in the eastern sea. The Dragon Kings are separated into four categories. Northern, western, eastern, and southern.

His father, Wanli, and his mother, Linyu, are all part of the pure dragon bloodline, for their blood wasn't dirtied with another species. Wanli and Linyu have three dragons, two males, and a daughter. First Wanyu was born, the second was Wangyue, and the last was Linyi. Wanyu and Wangyue inherited most of their father’s appearance, contributing to their name, including “Wan.” Linyi inherited their mother’s seductive red iris, giving her “Lin.”

Due to Wanyu being the oldest, he was selected to become the next dragon king after his father’s death. With that, he was put on a stricter protocol than the rest of his siblings. “A king should not make any mistakes.” His shoulders were piled up with responsibilities; he became held accountable for any mistakes that his siblings made. Forced to spend the majority of his time inside the study hall. He read all types of literature, took all types of tests, and learned all the martial arts that are required, if not more. He never has time to bother himself with any mortal problem.

Wangyue, his younger brother, was different from Wanyu. Wangyue has the habit of sneaking into the mortal realm, at every chance that they get. Ever since his birth, Wangyue has always been fascinated by mortals, no matter how many times he gets told that mortals are inferior, lower creatures. All dragons have a human form, and with that ability, he took advantage of that. Wangyue would collect all the mortal scraps that he found fascinating and give them to Wanyu or Linyi.

“Gege! Check these out!” Wangyue came back with a large bag hunched over his bag, in his human form, grinning from side to side like a cheeky little bastard as he poured all the items from the bag onto the floor.

The moments got Wanyu thinking of how he could even be related to such an idiot. Even though Wangyue is a dragon, he clearly doesn’t have the persona of one!

Foreseeably, he took a step backward. Only for Wangyue to take a step forward.

…

The child turned to see Wanyu as the pure blooded dragon in his human form sauntered out of the shadows, his black clothes afluttering and a traditional fan in hand.

“Great Uncle!” Delighted, the child scrambled forward and attempted to hug Wanyu, only for it to fail miserably due to the child’s small size. For the first time in a while, Wanyu didn’t step back to dodge his little nibling. His black robe following behind him, he didn’t respond at all to the greeting.

“Uncle?”

He snapped out of his stance, trying to hide the sorrow under a smile, “Let’s meet Mister Mo.”

…

He was the companion to Xun Fengruo’s child. Xun Fengruo was a part of the Butterfly-Boned Beauty Feast, yet she has no clue, nor did the mother, who was also one. Only without knowing the truth could they live a good life. Xun Fengruo’s mother found her true love; Xun Fengruo did as well.

But that wasn’t the reason; he was not at all interested in a demon race that has already been kicked out of the demonic realm. The main reason was because Xun Fengruo and the ones following was related to his sister, Linyi.

Linyi dirtied her dragon bloodline by getting pregnant by a Butterfly-Boned Beauty Feast. Dragons are one of the closest mythic creatures to heaven, and especially with the whole war between the heavens and Butterfly-Boned Beauty Feast, it was best for the dragon race or any races that have a relationship with the heavenly realm to avoid contact with any Butterfly-Boned Beauty Feast.

As much as the dragon race wanted to scoff when the news that 33 heavenly officials couldn’t even defeat one calamity reached their realm, they didn’t want to be caught up in the drama that Heaven created. In fact, they wanted to stay completely neutral. And by interacting with any enemies of heaven, they might also be marked as a comrade of the enemy side.

At that time, Wanyu didn’t understand why she would do something like that; she was younger than the rest of his siblings, but even despite that, she was known to be the silent type.

Her persona didn’t match her later actions. Every time that the topic of sex was brought up, she always acted like a blushing maiden. She has many other dragons trying to court her; however, she always rejects them with an embarrassed smile. It was unexpected for her to even have intimacy with anyone, much less have a child with them. But in the whole life span of 900 years, she changed a lot, to the point that neither of her dragon brothers even recognized her, if not for the looks that she kept and matured through the centuries.

Linyi ended up dying and leaving her child behind, with the father nowhere to be found. Wangyue brought many treasures that he found in the mortal realm to that child, showering the child with affection through his gifts and loving the times that the child calls him Wang-shushu. Giving headpats every chance he gets. He truly grew a fondness for children; however, he was not at all interested in having a female romance partner.

To which Wanyu felt some sort of reassurance upon knowing that. He told himself that the reason was because children are annoying. They cry all the time. He doesn't have time to take care of them. If Wangyue were to have children, it was without a thought that he'd be a terrible parent. Wanyu wouldn’t even be surprised if Wangyue taught his child to jump into a vertex just for the thrill of it. A dragon’s scale is strong enough to withstand the pressure of anything; it was the hardest part of the dragon race, protecting the dragons from any physical damage.

But honestly, the dragon race doesn't need any more idiotic people.

—-

Due to Wanyu’s future of becoming the next dragon king, he was forced into an engagement with the dragon crown princess of the west, Xiang. Xiang was a slender, tall, and elegant woman having a fair and aloof face. She was said to be the perfect match for Wanyu, according to the merfolks and the other officials of the seas. Wanyu and Xiang have the same personality. The unwillingness to socialize with others. The purpose of this marriage was so that he, the next dragon king, could continue the pure dragon bloodline of the eastern seas. As well as to improve the relationship between the eastern and western sea.

Wanyu has no choice but to agree to the arrangement of his parents. But one thing he would never forget was the wedding night.

He stood there dressed in the most luxurious red robes with real gold used to create the dragon symbol on the back and more golden patterns on it. The marriage was held in the middle of the eastern and western seas. The buildings and decorations were placed, expensive-looking.

Red fabrics were decorated from bottom to top. Even a year before the marriage started, the merfolk, his parents, and everyone he knows was all waiting for the event.

He hesitantly entered the room, knowing that he'd have to consummate the marriage ceremony because he didn’t have a choice. He looked at Xiang; everyone told him that she was beautiful, yet he couldn’t feel any attraction toward her. He was about to strip off his outer robes before Xiang stopped him.

“I’m not interested. I advised you to be fully clothed as I already have a partner.”

She already has a partner? Then why did she even agree to this marriage?

Wanyu’s mind was crowded with all those questions; it didn’t make it better as he has low wine tolerance and the two cups of wine that he has to drink as a respect to both sides’s parents were getting to him. He was starting to have a headache, and all he wanted was to quickly get this over with.

“What do you mean by that?” He asked her, wanting her to provide him with a direct answer.

Of course, she didn’t disappoint him and told him that they didn’t have to engage in any sexual activity; all they have to do is act like a couple when they’re outside.

It took a couple of minutes for the alcohol in his system to eliminate itself, but once it was gone, he realized that some perverted merfolk were attempting to listen in to the sounds of the sexual activities between the two royalties. Even though the closed door was between them, the merfolks could feel the tension of somebody staring intently at them, and in the end they ran away.

With the irritation gone, leaving only Wanyu and Xiang.

He has the urge to ask her, Who was the fortunate man that caught even the crown princess’s attention? But he decided to keep it to himself as it was none of his business.

Wanyu still has to stay with Xiang, pretending that he is close with Xiang. During his stay, he realized that Xiang has been visiting a female from the human tribes. He connected the dots and came to the conclusion that she is interested in females. Something that is forbidden in the traditional ways.

He reminded Xiang that humans couldn’t live for a long time, and she should just find another female partner if she’s interested in the same sex. He didn’t have any issues with people marrying the same gender, but something about them being in love with another race just sets him off.

The idea of somebody dirtying their own race was qualified as a crime. He was disgusted by even the thought of it. It made it worse when it reminded him of Linyi. His sister. He still has yet to realize why she would do such a thing. Why would she commit such treason? Because of her, he has to cover up her mess for her. He has to make sure that nobody else knows about the existence of the child.

He even has to go through the trouble of wiping off and changing Wangyue and the child’s memories. Wangyue proves to be a struggle since their spiritual force is about the same range, so he couldn’t fully wipe off Wangyue’s memory. The only memory of the child that Wangyue has left was him playing with a little friend, but he completely forgot the little friend’s appearance. Wangyue asked Wanyu; however, Wanyu pretended that he never met the kid.

Wangyue ended up placing his nibling into Mo Qingchi’s care.

His foolish younger brother began asking any kids that he found if they were the ones that he was looking for.

To the first stranger kid that Wangyue asked, the kid lied to the dragon. After all, who wouldn't want to be friends with the knowingly high and mighty creature? Wangyue didn’t ask any further and chose to believe that random child.

Wanyu didn't bother correcting him after all, as long as his brother continued to act like an idiot. His younger brother wouldn't be in his way.

- The oldest took all the responsibilities and fixed the mistakes of the younger ones.

- Wanyu has his own reasons for why he picked Mo Qingchi.

- Mo Ran reminds Wanyu of Wangyue.

- The matter of Linyi still remains unknown.

- The parents of Wanyu and Xiang became suspicious since dragons are meant to be one of the most fertile creatures. Yet still no grandkids. Wanyu and Xiang know that. They don't have much time. But they’ll enjoy their freedoms while it lasts.

-After Taxian-Jun’s death, Xue Meng watched as his master turned into ashes before his eyes. Remembering you, he ran to your coffin only to realize that he was also too late. [clarification: the person in the first scene wasn’t Xue Meng]

- In both fanfics, Xue Meng has witnessed a pile of ashes.

- The sword that you obtained in your first life was named Yongbu, as in Yǒng bù(永不)—never. Never have any regrets. The ironic part is that the name’s meaning never gets fulfilled.

- Haitang flowers could also mean “bitter love," "unrequited love," or "tragic love."

- Wanyu’s main purpose will be revealed in the future chapters.

- Wanyu is a century apart from Wangyue’s birth. Two centuries apart from Linyi's birth. Making him around 1100 years old.

Side notes: I didn’t specify the gender of Linyi’s child(nibling) since I’m planning to make a Yuwu reader-insert fanfic. Which might take a long time since I’m already quite behind on my two fanfic publications. Busy. Slow updates.

[wishingstarinajar]

How many times has Rewind tried to seduce HunterPapyrus? Like what kind of scenarios has he done that failed and times where he actually succeeded?

Oh gosh xD So let me start this answer by saying that Rewind is flirty in nature. Just a little, nothing too intrusive or bothersome, it comes fairly natural and casual.

Now cue Snares (Hunter!Papyrus from @stankychee's Huntertales) who has no experience with love, seduction, or anything sexual before meeting Rewind. He's a Victorian etiquette and lifestyle kind of guy who looks away flustered and aghast at seeing bare ankles. It's not his fault, it's just how it works in his universe.

After many lonely years of protecting Snowdin Town on his own, he meets this strangely dressed fellow who doesn't give a twit about his bones being exposed and has this approachable and casually flirty attitude to boot. This messes with Snares' head, a lot, and more often than not, his flustering and morals shot any chances of seduction down before it could even blossom.

Actual attempts at 'seduction' didn't happen for some time because Rewind got the hint but aah, he can't help to flirt and tease a little whenever there was an opportunity for it. It's fun to bother someone who is a bit prude in that regard! Eventually, Snares warmed up enough to Rewind and his need to quench his starvation for company finally gained the upper hand.

Once that gate was open, Rewind seduced Snares very often during his first stay in Huntertales, and try as the master trapper might, Snares couldn't resist it more than half of the time. He had a taste and liked it!

I can't tack a number to the attempts made, successful or failed, sorry xD I also can't go into detail about them because plenty of attempts are NSFW in nature and I am not touching that on Tumblr. But know that Rewind has failed at times, mostly because of bad timing or trying it in an awfully inconvenient location, or because Snares simply had something more important to deal with.

[archival-account-2]

forbidden berry (iii). | tsukishima kei [short fic]

❛ 𑁍 pairing: tsukishima kei x reader

❛ 𑁍 scenario: in medieval japan; in a hostel that’s situated in a functional, popular village in old japan

❛ 𑁍 warning: nsfw ahead, read with caution; nsfw ahead, read with bravery; nsfw ahead, read with extra care to your emotions

fuka snickered while she was looking up at a heavily flustered, hyper-blushing kei tsukishima. while they chose a strategic hideout spot, fuka ultimately remained staying down behind the tall boulder. meanwhile, she didn't gave kei a forewarning of what they were both traveling for.

and now he knew.

he saw it with his own two eyes.

he saw a mortal goddess... bathing under the soft, dainty waterfalls. she was sitting on a big, flat rock. her body was tucked together in a comfortable position as she gently bathed herself. her womanly and petite body was simply glorious - the curve of her hips to her waist; the seductive angle of trunk - showing a part of derriere, a part of creamy thighs, a part of her enticing chest that was hidden away by her functioning arm. she was drenched, the falling water from falls wetting the temple of her being.

for a while, kei stared at her. he's unable to rip his gaze away from her. even if he wanted to, he simply couldn't. she magentized his attention away from all else.

she's an enchantress, who was unaware that someone was spectating on her in secret behind the boulder. a lowly mortal with his mere satchel and sword.

fuka, as quietly as she can, slowly slipped away. she took one step down. then another... then one more time... she kept doing this until she was out of mind, out of sight.

"fuka, i think we should... we should leave..."

by the time kei looked down, his tour guide had disappeared and he was at his own disposal.

'that brat!,' kei thought angrily as he realized he was left all alone. 'she dragged me here then what? abandon me without a forewarning? how childish!'

kei attempted to climb down the boulder. he succeeded, of course. with his nimble feet and hands & tall feet, he got himself back on the ground with no time.

"k-kei?"

if he didn't know how to hold himself up, he could have fallen flat on the ground with his dignity sprawling down with him. but luckily, he didn't. but his poor, poor, poor brave and valorous heart...

panic, surprise, fear, and second-hand embarrassment clutched it without fail and he swore he nearly felt a heart attack.

that sweet voice that resembled an angel... that honey-like sound that rang like the tinkling bells of heaven... kei thought he would never get to hear that voice ever again.

"kei? wh-what are you doing h-here?"

kei mustered all the strength and mettle that was left in him and turned back.

and he swore, once again, on his life and his afterlife, that he was facing a literal creature from another world.

though she was the very same woman he was eyeing under the waterfalls, he couldn't believe that she was just so different up-close as if she just traveled through a portal from a different universe.

obviously, she was already done bathing and looked like she's ready to go from the way she was carrying her basket of bathing essentials and soiled clothes. she was dressed in a very thin material that must be either made of cotton or silk. or maybe even both. after all, her body wasn't properly dried, so the moisture from her bath made the material stick to her body like second skin.

it didn't help kei at all regarding on how to where to place his eyes.

her hair messily and sexily tousled over one of her shoulder; her pebbled, rosy aerolas were poking against the thinnest robe kei had ever seen; her robe was a bit tight for her so her figure was well accentuated; the center core of her womanhood was teasingly flashed by and it was only merely covered the wide, dangling string that held the robe together in the front.

oh, the temptation to take it off of her to feed the pent-up lust he's starting to build...

'no, kei! you shouldn't think something dishonorable!,' he chided to himself mentally. 'you are better than that!'

"(y/n)," kei coolly said, looking at her dead-straight into her (e/c) orbs that were astonished. "i was wandering by myself. any problems with that?"

he had to fib or else he would blow the cover fuka forced upon him when she left. that little bitch had played him like a damn fiddle and he's hoping the sound it's resonating isn't bad.

(y/n) shook her head, droplets of water spraying on the ground.

"um... no, but it's just that... er..." out of sheer embarrassment, (y/n) attempted to cover herself up better. she wasn't expecting some or any sort of company, so she thought she could be indecent. she guessed wrong because fate made her guess wrong.

how playful...

"i thought it's gonna be just me," (y/n) murmured to herself, turning away.

"well, i'm here now, i guess," kei said, shrugging his shoulders. he remembered the cake he was carrying. he added, "which is a good opportunity, i suppose." he grabbed his satchel and ruffled the contents, attempting to find the box he stuffed in there earlier. (y/n), in turn, because she didn't find kei to be threat unlike the carnal men of his own kind, walked up to him, her indecency not minded at all all of the sudden. she stood in front of him as she peered at whatever thing kei was trying to retrieve.

"are you looking for something?" (y/n) asked.

"here." at the nick of time, kei finally found the lavender-scented, purple box he hid away and handed it to the innocent-looking harlot. "i bought it for you."

was it just (y/n) or did he sound almost ashamed/shy when he said that?

it didn't matter at all. (y/n) gratefully accepted the box and with kei's nod, she opened the box.

and she delighted to see cake.

"kei-kun." the way she addressed him made kei suddenly bloom a thick, shade of blush all across his face, much to his manly dismay. "it looks lovely~"

(y/n) looked like she's ready to eat it and kei found it really adorable (in his own secrecy) that he actually blurted out, "you can eat it now."

"with my hands?" (y/n) asked, surprised. "that wouldn't be proper, would it?"

"it's just the two of us," kei stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the whole world. "nobody would see you."

feeling reassured, (y/n) gently picked up a slice of the cake and placed it in her mouth. she chewed it with gratification and release. she loved the way how the icing warmly melts on her tongue and go through her throat. the chewiness of the cake was to die for. it was nice to eat something soft, warm, and sweet for a while after eating consuming meals that were not even edible for healthy ingestion.

the way her mouth moved, the way her lips puckered as she ate... oh, boy... kei didn't know what the hell he's going to do now: to stare at her even more or finally make the damn move he's been saving for all these months he's been pining on (y/n).

'screw it,' kei thought firmly. 'no one is around and damn those people to hell if they even saw us here.'

"(y/n)."

"hm- mhmmph!"

his lips came crashing on her like, claiming her warm ruby reds with his own. the sensation of her mouth warmed his very being like hot geyser exploding from the depths of the earth. the feeling of just placing his lips on hers was exhilirating.

'kei...,' (y/n) thought lovingly.

for once in his life, he's feeling of what it's like to be carnal towards the woman he had been desiring for all this time ever since their first meeting. the lust that was pented up inside of him was starting to explode like a sequence of dangerous fireworks.

kei groaned and directed their position to the boulder where he was formerly hiding. he entrapped the (h/c) beauty there - against the rock and his lean, slender but formed body that was firing up with all the hotness in hell right now.

he kept kissing her, slipping in his tongue. (y/n), surprised, gasped and obviously, kei took the advantage, and dominated her mouth with his own, showing who's the boss, who's the dominant between the two of them.

for some odd reason... (y/n) didn't fight back. yes, she hated whenever she's treated like a ragdoll. but, holy fuck, if it's the man she hellbent on having all to herself ever since the demon named 'cupid' came, she didn't mind it at all. in fact... she wanted all the more he could give her at this very damn moment.

(y/n) moaned into the hot, sloppy kiss, treading her hands into kei's soft blonde locks and, good lord, she felt she's in cloud nine when she heard kei's manly groan.

"kei..." (y/n) said between the thick kiss of immense lust. "kei, kei... kei..."

she whispered his name like it's a prayer. but he'll make sure she'll scream out his name like she's worshipping him.

"shut up," kei growled, pulling away from the kiss. "i'm the one dominating. not you, little lily."

[dnightshade0]

Homunculus Pidge (Lust)

lust is the first homunculus to be created. out of an attempt to bring the dead back to life.

at first, the alchemist thought he had failed. of course we all know that homunculus don’t look human when they are created. lust looked like a mutilated pile of mangled flesh and limbs. the alchemist put the failed transmutation out of its misery and buried it, giving up on the whole idea after that.

but that mess of flesh didn’t stay dead, it pulled itself out of its grave and began lurking in the shadows for a whole year. it bid it’s time, eating animals, growing stronger and gaining a human form.

once it became strong enough, it sought out the alchemist, tricking him into believing she was pidge and that he had actually succeeded in reviving the dead. then convinced him to “revive” the other paladins.

Lust’s namesake may seem like it would mean “she’s seductive and sexy and uses her feminine wiles to manipulate guys into shit” but that is NOT the case with THIS Lust.

there is more to the sin lust then people think. lust is desire, want, obsession, a drive to obtain what we want at all cost. we LUST for things.

this homunculus, Lust is driven by her own personal desires and wants and manipulates others by using their own desires as a means to accomplish her own goals. a typical human form of selfish greed, using others to get what you want.

Lust’s power is a sort of techno-kinesis. she can control machines and hack into computer systems with ease. which makes her a huge threat to garrison security.

she is the ultimate threat to earth and possibly the universe. if her plans come to fruition and she gains enough power, she would be an even bigger threat then Zarcon.

she is a conniving mastermind and the true evil behind the homunculus. pride may lead but she lets him think he is in command because it suits her plans fine and it helps keep the other homunculus in line and obedient.  pride is the muscle, and lust is the brains, a dangerous combination that has been a known working force throughout human history.

her tattoo is located on her shoulder, as seen in the picture.

[bubblyani]

Deeper Relations :02

(Freddie Jackson x Reader)

A Freddie Jackson Multi Chapter Series

Chapter 02: The Confusion

Summary: Being the youngest sister of Jackie and Maggie, you were quite young when Freddie Jackson went to prison. Upon his return, you cannot help but recall your innocent love you had for him back then. And surprised by your transformation into womanhood, Freddie cannot help but form a desire towards you. Will a dangerously seductive attraction grow between the two of you? What will be the consequences?

Requested by: @97freaknik​ Thank you for your detailed request 😘

Author’s Note: Sorry for the major delay. Busy schedule had been keeping me distracted. Can’t wait to explore this story further. Enjoy!

Chapter 1 HERE

“Oh hoho! Did she now? Hehehe...She sounds quite feisty” “She is...but...” “But what?” “Eh...I don’t know if I’m feeling it”

Your eyes may have been on your Professor, enthusiastically sharing his knowledge with his students. But your eyes, they could not help but roll upon hearing the conversation that took place right beside you. French History apparently seemed moot to the two young men sitting next to you. Shaking your head gently, you simply could not believe they were actually who you called friends. 

“But I don’t understand…” Marcus began, “The first few days you were mad about the woman, and now this? What’s wrong with you, mate?” He asked Heath.

“Yeah…what is wrong with you?” You hissed, agreeing with him as you and Marcus both looked at him with judgmental eyes. Heath, the blonde merely shrugged his broad shoulders. Chuckling, Marcus nudged him in the shoulder.

“Really can’t make up ya mind, can ya?” He teased. “Piss Off!”

Smiling, you focused on your notes once again, scribbling away any important notes your ears could grasp on.

Guess it was certainly true: Young men really do have a hard time deciding when it came to relationships. No wonder it annoyed you.

Why must they abide with this general law? Why can’t they all take a stand and make a change? Why can’t they be like their older counterparts? Like Freddie for exam-

Your scribbling suddenly halted, making your eyebrows furrow with confusion. Why all the sudden would your thoughts steer towards Freddie? Out of all people in the world, why take him as an example? Rubbing your temples, you forced yourself out of the confusion, by diving into the professor’s enthusiastic voice once again.

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Family dinner was always a joyous occasion, and seeing the family being completed brought warmth to your heart.The atmosphere at home seemed livelier with Freddie around again. Being back in his usual business, he remained as you remembered him to be. His jokes made all of you smile whilst the meals were prepared and the table was set.  After years of prison, You wondered it had changed Freddie for better. Given how you much you knew him, you figured it was not that much.

Lena, your mother, Maggie and Jimmy, Jackie and Freddie with the children; you watched all of them with an affectionate feeling. You certainly adored their company, but in large group settings like these, you truthfully preferred to be one of the silent observers with very little engaging. Though you were the youngest amongst the sisters, you felt like the middle child on most occasions. And you did not mind. You indulged in the invisibility, listening to the stories of others, laughing alongside them. But as soon as Lena Summers raised her fork up, pointing it towards your direction, you knew you were being steered into the dreaded conversation.

“So, Y/N…How’s your friend?”

As you swallowed the roasted potatoes, you felt all eyes on you.

“Friend?” You asked, with a chuckle, “You have to be more specific, Mum”

“You know...your friend…” Lena flashed a knowing smile, “…from university”

Completely clueless, you detested the silence that had overcome the atmosphere. As if he read your thoughts, Freddie suddenly cleared his throat, signaling the others to resume eating. Only by hearing the sound of cutlery did you feel calm.

“You mean Molly?” You asked, proceeding to eat, “She’s doing alright-”

“No No No…” your mother interrupted, “ I mean...that nice boy...which one was it? Ah yes Marcus. How is he?”

Still quite clueless, you kept looking at the food on your plate.

“He’s quite alright” you replied, looking up “Mum, why are you so curious about him?” “Nothing...he seems like a nice boy” “Yes, I suppose he is” You said, nodding as she was right about him. You would have never befriended him if he were a bad egg. “Why don’t you consider him then?” Eyes widened, you stared at your mother with shock upon hearing her inquiry. Being the youngest, you were always teased about not having a steady boyfriend yet. Little did you know this would come up so soon at dinner. “Mum…WHAT?” You yelled. “Why not? You’re old enough” Jackie casually joining in the conversation made you even more uncomfortable.   “You too, Jackie?” Turning to her, you exclaimed, “Wha-firstly how do you all even know so much-” pausing, you looked over to the other sister, “Maggie! Did you tell them?”

With Jimmy’s arm over her shoulder, Maggie Summers sat there, guilt evident in her eyes. Being the only family member you trusted enough to vent, you didn’t expect her to do this.

“There’s no need for you to get so worked up, Y/N” she said kindly. “Yeah! there’s nothing wrong” Jimmy quickly chimed in with support, as he should. However, you were not pleased. “Yes, THERE IS…” you snapped, “It’s my business and Marcus is just a friend. Why even bring him up? He just dropped me off home once…So?” “He just seems quite nice-��� “Aww come on…”  Freddie began, “…leave Y/N alone now will ya?” He said, looking at everyone at the table, “She’s an adult…and she can make her own bloody decisions just like the rest of us” “Exactly!” You said in an instant, “Thank you, Freddie” You added, glad to have Freddie in your corner. Lena was highly offended.

“Y/N…” she began , “…as your mother, don’t I get a say in this?”

“NO YOU DON’T…” You yelled, standing up, “GOD!!” Groaning in frustration, you really had enough of it. Years of tormenting had set you off, and today you took your stand, by storming out of the dining room to everyone’s surprise. “Y/N, Wait!”

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Taking deep breaths and long strides across the garden, you tried to calm yourself down. You loved your family, you really did. But Family had failed to love you the way you expected it to. Finding romance was never easy for you. The struggle you face internally, it could never be compared to your sisters luck. So, a constant reminder of that struggle was not what you needed.

“Boo!” Freddie’s sudden voice made you turn to him with a jump. “Christ! Freddie” You breathed, clutching your chest as he looked amused. “Sorry, cupcake…” he said, “…you alright?” He asked with a softer tone. No matter how much he teased, he was your source of comfort. You sighed. “Not really…” you answered him in all honesty. Lighting a cigarette, Freddie looked in to the distance while you both observed the garden. “Parents…” He began, “They try so hard, yeah? But don’t know when to fucking shut up”

Chuckling, you nodded, “I suppose….Hehe thanks” you said shyly, when he offered you a smoke. His eyes never left you as you took a puff. The nicotine entered your system, calming you in the process, which surprised you. In your opinion, this time you felt like a professional compared to  the previous attempt at the party.

“Hah!” Freddie sounded gleeful as you blew out the smoke “You’re getting used to it, cupcake”

Wearing a proud smile, you took a bow as he clapped. Warmth came over you once again, and suddenly all that humiliation and suffering from earlier felt non-existent.

“Oh! Shit!” You blurted, “…sorry” you added, pointing at the red lipstick mark that stained around his cigarette, as you gave it to him, which he barely even cared for.

“Ah! that’s alright” he said, casually taking it in his lips. Those lips, they were just as you remembered back them. You envied each cigarette that succeeded to kiss those lips daily. Come to think of it, with your lipstick stains marked on this one, your mind could not help but wonder if that was an indirect kiss shared between the two of you. Wait! Why would you even think that?

“Freddie?”

“Hmm?”

“You’ve ever done shotgun kisses?

Your morality raised it’s eyebrows with concern. What the bloody hell are you on about? Smiling mischievously, Freddie nodded, “Ohhh yeah” “How was it?” You asked, folding your arms. “The best…” he winked, whilst taking another puff.

Smiling to yourself, you looked over to the garden once again. The sheer thought of blowing smoke into another’s lips in the form of a kiss, it fascinated you. Excitement rushed in alongside it.

“Guess I should try it out myself sometime…” you said, with a chuckle “…maybe with a friend. Hah! Maybe even with Marcus-” “Why don’t we try it?” You froze. “What?” You inquired, slowly turning to face him, for you could not believe what you just heard. Looking back at you, Freddie appeared nonchalant, yet his eyes were dead serious. As if he was not joking around. Not about this.

And you swore, you felt your heart suddenly beat fast. Why the fuck would he say that?

“Ah! you two!!”

Both of you jumped the moment Jimmy’s voice appeared from nowhere. Standing by the door with his hands on his waist, Freddie’s cousin gave a warm smile, “ Come on now Y/N…everyone’s worried. Let’s go” he said gently, urging you with a tilted head.

You may have walked inside along with them in compliance. Silence may have been gifted to you in the dinning table as a peace offering. Yet, you were left feeling even more confused than ever before. All because of Freddie Jackson.

What was he doing to you?

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“What Do You See Through the Waves Pulling Us Apart to Who We Are?”

Summary: Griffin readily falls into Valtor's arms every time he returns to the Island despite the knowledge that he's holding his wife when he is on the Main Land. He has in him what she's been looking for all along - someone to see her for who she is. Can hatred win a war against love if they both stem from one heart for the same heart? Part 2 of “The Poison of a Gift”.

Warning for knifeplay and breathplay (though, not sticking to the traditional way it is done). Also the tiniest bit of blood and implied sexual content and cheating.

Some major ugliness transpired between the TDC characters that Griffin and Valtor stand for in this AU and now they're both dead so it might have pushed me to continue this verse. (Also, the fact that I am still so obsessed with that world wtf.) Quick note on the setting - the Volroy is the palace where the Queen and the Black Council are seated. and it is set in the capital of Fennbirn - Indrid Down.

The sheets were soft as flower petals as she crawled on top of him after he unbuttoned her dress and she pushed him back on the mattress before letting the garment fall to the floor and reveal her body to him as well as give her freedom of movement. She had expected different from the cotton of the small inn and she'd been surprised, even if she weren't quite sure she was pleased by that. She'd hoped the discomfort of a meeting spot that didn't cover her standards could shake her back to her senses even if the fact that she had to hide hadn't succeeded.

In all fairness, she would prefer to hide even if it were someone she could be seen with that she was sleeping with. She would hate for her personal life to be all over the capital like the newest fashion trend. There were enough rumors about Griffin Sylvane as it was and she didn't want to give them more to talk about. She certainly couldn't allow it in the present situation. Not when she was with a married mainlander.

He'd had the audacity to look for her in the Volroy, had come to the palace and asked for her like he had any other business there than to cheat on his wife if she agreed to be the other woman. She'd had half a mind to offer him a glass of her tainted brandy–they had clean alcohol in the Council's meeting room but in her personal study it was poisoned through and through and those who did not have her gift had learned to stay away from her bar–but she'd known he wouldn't have taken it. Not after he'd seen her taste for poison. Or so she'd hoped. Otherwise, she'd missed her chance to get rid of him.

She'd ended up on his boat instead–several times since then–where the waves of the port rocking it constantly reminded her she was not on solid ground. She was trespassing in his marriage and she shouldn't have been there. Not when he'd hold her one afternoon and then sail away to his wife for weeks on end, sometimes months even.

And now on a bed in an actual building her head was spinning even more than when she'd just woken up to find out she'd lain with a serpent and even her gift hadn't been able to save her from the pain of his deception that had shot straight through her veins and into her heart to poison it despite who she was. It was her who was on top when they were on her territory, this time truly and not just in her land of make-believe where he was someone she could spend her life with. He was hers anyway and that would have to be enough even when she could only have him when he could tear away from his wife and she could sneak away from her duties and the appearances she needed to keep.

"Feeling adventurous today?" Valtor asked, his eyes sliding over the knife strapped to her thigh in a sheath that was there to keep it from cutting through her muscles, not from tainting her blood with the poison on the blade. He was more likely to fall victim to the poison first and so he did not dare reach for it or even for the skin it covered like it could cut him even wrapped as it was and his trepidation had nothing to do with foreplay but with the question she could almost hear bouncing around in his head and hitting his skull painfully.

It was fun to watch him squirm mentally even if his body was as steady as an island in the midst of the ocean although she had never meant the knife for him. It was for her. For her protection.

There had been attempts on her life so she'd thought it would be good to take her security in her own hands and not trust anyone else to do it better than she could. Her dress had the right pocket opening right above the handle of the knife so that she could pull it out from there and not waste time lifting her skirts. It also made sure she looked unarmed and could lull someone into a false sense of how much effort they'd need to kill her. Though, she was just starting to realize how useful her little tucked away weapon could be for messing with Valtor's head as well.

"It's my favorite," she said as she pulled it out, the feeling of the engraved handle in her palm proof of how true her words were. It was a gift from her sister and it was a knife most beautiful aside from it being perfect for both defense and offense even if it weren't really a throwing knife. "I'd hate to part with it," she said as she drew it out and pointed it towards his throat pushing the tip closer and closer until it held his breath hostage when he didn't try to make a break for the door and stayed put to let her intentions play out whatever they might be.

She felt her blood rushing all through her body and making her heart race to keep up with the ecstatic flow but the true throbbing was between her legs when she saw him keeping from breathing. He knew there were toxins coating the blade and was playing right into her game of being her prey. And she couldn't look away from the tip of her knife lest she saw the lack of fear in his frozen eyes when that was not what kept him suspended the way she wanted him and her hand wavered and cut the man who could understand her without words. She almost hoped he could do that when it was the words that had hurt, that had opened her heart to pour agony in it and drown it even when it'd pumped blood laced with poison through her veins for decades now.

"You would do best to keep still," she said as she let the blade drop flat against his chest, the edge almost pressing into his skin. "It's very sharp and can cut through you like you're paper," she said and was glad to see he was getting the message when he didn't try to inhale. The slightest movement of his chest could make the knife bite into his skin and there'd be no saving him when the poison did the rest and tore his body apart from inside.

She slowly pulled the knife towards herself making it slide down his chest and letting him feel every torturous second. Her own heart was thumping in her ears so loudly that she could only hope he wouldn't go deaf from his own when it was bound to pound even harder. She was playing with fire and could end up burning them both. Granted, with different flames when his insides would be scorched by the sting of the poison and her heart would end up in ashes no mix of herbs would be able to revive, but that would just make it that much more of a shame for her to bear when it would mean she'd failed in her own area of expertise as a poisoner. She did not fail.

She would see it to an end even if she was greatly aroused and distracted by the sight he made for caught in her net of poison. All she wanted was to toss the knife away and kiss him until they didn't need the oxygen they couldn't find anymore when he was holding his breath through the leisurely walk of her blade over his chest. The thought of how hard it had to be for him to halt his life for so long just because she wished it to be so was most seductive and it was luring her in stronger than a poisoner's feast did. She just wanted to sink her teeth into him and bite until he was all inside her and there was no need to worry for leaving any marks since there would be nothing left of him to return to his wife ever again. She would have eaten him all like he was poison and could do no harm to her system. At least then she would have an excuse for being unable to get him out of there.

She finally lifted the blade. Not because she'd had enough of his surrender to her whims, but because she wouldn't get more of it if she didn't let him breathe soon and forced his body to disobey his will in search of life only to push itself right into the death she'd laid on his chest. She didn't want him dead. She just wanted his life to belong to her like she knew it never would.

He was sucking in a breath immediately and the air rushing in his lungs visibly was the most thrilling spectacle she'd ever seen. It let her know just how close she'd pushed him to the edge of a fall he would never come out of alive and she would love to experiment until she had him teetering right on it but his struggle to breathe when he hadn't tried to stop her from taking his life under her control had aroused an indescribable need in her.

She caught his eyes which wasn't that hard when he seemed just as entranced with the idea of her having every part of him as she was and touched her fingertip to the knife's blade to have a drop of blood blooming from the open wound instantly. Her knives were as sharp as her poison was and could kill on their own when guided by her excellent aim but she was happy to feel the toxins on the edge rush through her blood like the adrenaline was doing. It was enough to keep her anchored for now and not have her leap at him when he still needed time to recover from her foreplay.

"What is it?" Valtor managed to get out between his gasps and she almost licked the blood from the cut before she remembered it would leave traces of poison in her mouth that would force her to get up if she wanted to be able to kiss him. Her concoctions never lacked in strength if she hadn't purposefully made them so and this one was tasked with protecting her life so she hadn't spared her poisoner skill when making it.

"Belladonna," Griffin said before she could think better of it and at least add that it was a mix of different poisons and not just a tincture like the gift he'd given her. She was too affected by what he was letting her have and wasn't thinking about what she was giving. She'd done it once before and it had ended with a marriage standing between her and the one man she'd allowed herself to be swept away by. She needed to be more guarded but she'd already pulled her knife away from him without doing any damage when he deserved a hit with the handle at least for the way he'd handled her feelings. That would give him a taste of her pain without killing him which was all she could hope for when her revenge needed to be constricted lest it morphed into self-harm.

"Why don't you find yourself a poisoner?" Valtor asked and she wished she could believe it were the obvious restraints she had to impose on herself when she was with him that were driving the question and not what she'd accidentally confessed while drunk on the excitement and her own poison.

He just wanted to hear that she wouldn't, that she wanted him even when she knew better than that since there were limits even for who she was. Yet, the question sounded genuine enough in his soft voice that couldn't rise stronger when there was still a flooding current of air flowing into his lungs to restore the rhythm of his breathing that she'd disrupted and giving him an answer at least sounded fair after what he'd endured for her.

"A poisoner would only care for my looks," she said, trying to avoid the edge of the thought as it sliced through her mind. "My gift is not special amongst them and they are wary of my mind while you admire all of it." It was true enough. "All of me," she said, trying not to think of how she'd let him see everything only to learn that he'd lied to her. He'd come back to give her everything he had left and if that wasn't enough for her, it wasn't his fault that his embrace weakened her when she didn't have it as she was the one pushing herself into the cutting edge of the reality of their relationship. All of him that she could have, she did have.

Griffin ran her finger over his chest, over his heart, and left a trace of her blood shaped like a snake to mark him. Or maybe it was a wave–like the waves of misery her heart sent rushing through her veins once his boat was gone from the Indrid Down harbor and even the poison in her body couldn't kill the persistent feeling–but she didn't like the thought so it was time to drown it in his skin.

She returned the knife back in its sheath and unfastened it from her thigh leaning as far back and downwards as she could to drop it gently on the floor. She didn't want to damage neither her knife, nor Valtor. Even if Valtor was less of a gift and more of a curse. But what good did that knowledge do when she couldn't pull herself away despite her lack of immunity? Addiction didn't suit her when it was to anything but the poison that couldn't hurt her but it had a tight grip on her that would choke out her breath before it would loosen.

She didn't want it letting go as long as it meant she got to keep his awe of her as well. To him she was special because of who she was and not because of the position she held on the Island and the unfamiliarity of the feeling was running through her like a new poison that she'd never been exposed to before but was quickly becoming her favorite.

All the air left her lungs when she found herself underneath Valtor the moment she was free of the weight of the blade that had kept him in place. His arms were on her and she was pressed into the mattress, not long before she was writhing over the softness of the sheets that she might have just started despising when it wouldn't mar her back with the feel of them, with the feel of him holding her in place where she couldn't escape his ministrations even if she wanted to. It took away the worry of how willing she was to be the victim of his debauchery and left her only with the enjoyment of it.

It didn't take long for him to make her fall apart despite how much they both hated the knowledge. It weakened her in both their eyes and sullied their enjoyment of what he was doing to her even if it didn't mean that he had to stop. She preferred that he would before he could melt her brain completely to the point where she forgot his name was not hers to have, was not hers to scream.

She'd whispered it that first night as it'd been all she'd been capable of as out of breath as he'd left her and he hadn't liked it. Granted, because it'd been so quiet and lacking in strength, but he hadn't liked it and she was glad. She hadn't liked it when she'd learned his name belonged in the mouth of another woman and she'd sworn when she'd started that affair–this time knowingly–that he would never hear it from her the way he wanted it, drenched in her pleasure. Even if it meant never falling all the way into the ecstasy he could give her. It was the only thing keeping her from sinking fully into him and, in turn, that was the only thing keeping her living when the venom of his absence couldn't choke her but the lack of air his presence would engulf her in would do it when she only wanted to breathe him in as she knew he'd be gone the moment she blinked.

Her blood was still on him when he got out of the bathroom–she never went in with him since the whole point was to get clean and that would never happen with his fingertips on her–as if to claim him when he'd refused to scrub it away and she hated the way it sent her heart racing and nearly had her following it into his arms. He had someone else to hold and her traces would be long gone–erased, by his own hand–when he was home, all the way through the sea's waves and on the Main Land, far away from her, and all she'd have would be her poison to drink and dip her blade in.

She strapped the knife back to her thigh to remind herself that was the only gift she had in the situation when he wasn't one. Even if she could find a more beautiful reflection of herself in his eyes than she could in the mirror. He couldn't give her his heart and even if he could, she couldn't take it when she could never hold his hand in public and her fingers needed to stay wrapped around the handle of her knife to protect who she was.

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Ueno Character Bio (How Clumsy you are, Miss Ueno)

Age: 13-14

Occupation: Junior High School Student/President of the Science Club

Family: ???? (Not mentioned but she likely does have parents.)

Likes: Tanaka, her inventions, testing her inventions on Tanaka, Yamashita helping her, seducing Tanaka, her club. 

Dislikes: Tanaka being oblivious, Tanaka not being in the club, Yamashita threatening to sue people for “sexual harassment”, her inventions malfunctioning, being embarrassed, other girls acting seductive towards Tanaka. 

Voice Actors:  Yū Serizawa (Japanese); Hilary Haag (English)

Description

Ueno is the main, female protagonist of the manga and anime: How Clumsy you are, Miss Ueno. Ueno is the President of the Science Club at her Junior High. She is known for her amazing inventions...but her main objective is to seduce her club mate, Tanaka, who is completely oblivious to her obvious feelings. She will go far and beyond to get Tanaka interested in her. 

Personality

Ueno is a genius who can create anything. Her inventions range from water bottles that create water from the milky way, to a device that can turn inanimate objects into pets. Many other students, mostly other Club Presidents, come to her for an invention that can help them. For example: A device that covers up women’s bodies from peeping toms. Though her inventions can stop sexual harassment and peeping toms...Ueno is, in fact, perverted herself when it comes to seducing Tanaka. She has willingly taken off her tights and lifted up her skirt to make Tanaka sexually attracted to her...but all of her attempts to seduce him have failed. Ueno is a tsundere who acts rude and loud towards Tanaka, because she becomes easily embarrassed when it comes to her feelings for him. If other girls try to seduce Tanaka, she becomes very mad and agitated towards the girls and Tanaka...though they are also unsuccessful when it comes to seducing Tanaka. Ueno wants nothing more than for Tanaka to realize her feelings for him and become her boyfriend. 

Relationships

Tanaka: Tanaka is a member of the Science Club and is the main object of her desires. Ueno goes to great lengths to seduce him, since boys are usually into perverted stuff...though Tanaka is completely oblivious and does not have perverted thoughts or feelings at all. Ueno’s attempts to seduce him usually backfire on her and make Tanaka see her as a strange girl. If her attempts are unsuccessful, she becomes mad and takes it out on Tanaka...much to his confusion. Tanaka sees himself as normal compared to Ueno, and sometimes thinks that she is trying to bully him. Despite this, however, they care about each other very much. Tanaka sees Ueno as a good friend and is willing to help her out with testing her inventions, as he does often find them amazing. But he does not like it when she forces him to be the test subject, especially of the invention makes him uncomfortable. He is pretty much to the most oblivious guy in the world.

Yamashita: Yamashita is a member of the Science Club and is Ueno’s accomplice/best friend. Yamashita is usually unemotional, but does have a dark sense of humor. She knows about Ueno’s feelings towards Tanaka and is willing to help her with her attempts to seduce him. Despite this, Yamashita does sometimes bully Tanaka by hitting him or threatening to report him for “sexual harassment”...though he never actually does anything to her and sees her as just as weird as Ueno. Ueno does become annoyed with Yamashita’s dark sense of humor, but the two of them are best freinds. Yamashita comforts Ueno when her attempts to seduce Tanaka fail. Like Ueno, Yamashita is amazed with how oblivious Tanaka is to Ueno’s obvious feelings towards him.

Tamon: Tamon is a pet that Ueno created from her tights. She invented a device that could create a living creature from any inanimate object. She created Tamon so Tanaka would become attached to him and, in her mind, would become obsessed with her legs. Of course her plan failed and she was about to turn Tamon back into a pair of tights, though Tanaka was sad about it and so Ueno decided to make him the club’s pet. Since he is made from Ueno’s tights, Tamon gains energy by rubbing himself on her legs. 

Number 6: Number 6 is an android that is one of Ueno’s inventions. Number 6 looks like Ueno herself, and was created to spy on Tanaka and see if he would notice that Number 6 was a robot. Of course, he did not notice that Number 6 was a robot and not Ueno...much to her annoyance. Number 6 was able to lay down on Tanaka’s lap and made him stroke her head, which made Ueno extremely jealous. Number 6 almost revealed Ueno’s feelings for Tanaka, but Ueno was able to stop her out of embarrassment. Number 6 has a number of functions that are very useful. Number 6 is more straightforward that her creator.

Kitanaga: Kitanaga is the President of the Swimming Club. She is on friendly terms with Ueno, and even came to her for an invention to help her with a probelm involving a peeping tom spying on the girls in her club. Ueno’s invention allowed blobs of dark matter to cover up Kitanaga’s body. Kitanaga tested it by stripping in front of Tanaka, much to Ueno’s disbelief. She tried to see if Tanaka would become aroused despite parts of her body being covered, but he was only interested in the bits of dark matter that appeared out of nowhere. Kitanaga was happy to see that Ueno was doing well with her club. She knows about Ueno’s crush on Tanaka.

Nishihara: Nishihara is the President of the Track and Field. She is very athletic and can climb all the way up the to the third floor of the school, without getting tired. But because of her athletic body, she sweats so much and so she came to Ueno to create something that would prevent her from dripping sweat all the time. Ueno made her an outfit that could soak up her sweat and even turn it into drinkable water. Nishihara tried to test that function by having Tanaka drink the water from her outfit. She almost succeeded, but Ueno stopped her and began to drink from the top of her outfit. This awakened Nishihara’s motherly instincts, and she began to treat Ueno like her baby after that.

Minamine: Minamine is the President of the Girl’s Tennis Club. Minamine came to Ueno to create a skirt that would hide the panties of the girls in her club. She believes that all men are perverts who want to look up girl’s skirts, though she is oblivious to the real cause of guys looking at the girls in the Tennis Club: Minamine was repeatedly telling people that she was not wearing panties and was even showing them what she was wearing underneath her skirt. Ueno couldn’t believe that she was oblivious to the obvious fact that Minamine herself is the actual cause of her own problem. Ueno was mad when Minamine lifted her skirt in front of Tanaka so he could see that she was a bikini bottom instead of panties, though Tanaka was just confused by what Minamine was trying to explain. When Tanaka said that maybe guys were watching her not because they wanted to see her panties, but because they thought that she was pretty, she became shy and speechless...though Ueno was just mad and annoyed that Tanaka called another girl ‘pretty’. 

Unogawa: Unogawa is the President of the Gymnastics Club. She is a tomboyish-looking girl who had Ueno create a device that would allow her to keep out for peeping toms. Ueno made her a pair of glasses that would allow her to control robotic eyeballs, and even see what is going on through the robotic eyeballs as well. The two of them are on good terms and are good friends. But Tanaka thought that Unogawa was a boy and told her that he didn’t think that boys and girls should be too physically close out of concern for Ueno. This made Unogawa mad, and she tried to show him that she really was a girl and not a boy. Unogawa was amazed by Tanaka’s stupidity, while Tanaka was relieved that Ueno did not have an inappropriate relationship with a boy.

Mizuna and Yomogi Tanaka: Mizuna and Yomogi are Tanaka’s younger sisters. The two of them are non-identical twins and are both one year younger than their brother. Mizuna is the older twin but is shorter than her siblings, while Yomogi is the younger twin but taller than her sister. The two of them can be a bit childish and like to tease their big brother, but they are both often scolded by him when they cause trouble. Tanaka is a bit embarrassed of his younger sisters, but he does love them and tries to discipline them if they cause trouble. Mizuna’s favorite flavor of sweets is soy flour, while Yomogi’s favorite flavor of sweets is chocolate mint. Mizuna is in the same class as Yamashita, while Yomogi is in the Tennis Club. They do not know about Ueno’s crush on Tanaka. 

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A/N: Sooo this is my first fic like ever! I hope you like it and if you do, let me know if you want me to tag you :) P. S. english is not my native language, so if there are some grammar mistakes I apologise haha

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The wind was strong that morning. Only sound breaking the silence on this, unusually, still street, was the angirly roaring wind. They said that the big storm is coming tonight and mother nature is preparing us for that.

For Iris, London was always such a depressing city, she for sure didn't like it here, never knowing why. So many unhappy people, lost souls that are just trying to go back to the right path, afraid of a little bit of risking. She wanted an adventure. She wanted to travel the world. But she knew well-enough that that's not going to happen any time soon, so she had to deal with that, that's what her mother used to tell her.

But on this particular day, it was even sadder. Everything seemed to be in black and white, like other colors didn't exist. The sky was so gray and misty, it almost looked like it was about to cry, his tears representing drops of rain. She never liked rainy days, or even worse, storms. It always reminded her of her lonliness and how she didn't have anybody by her side. Her family was far away, all of her friends and people from hometown had probably already forgotten her, and she was nostalgic. She missed her home, the happiest and safest place on this planet.

She tried to light her cigarette, but the damn wind wouldn't let her do it, so she put her hand up to protect a little flame that was coming out of her lighter. After few more attempts, getting even more annoyed, maybe by the fact that she was already so late to her first lecture, or maybe by the fact that it was so cold outside and she had to walk to university, she finally succeeded and shoved her lighter back in the bag. She took a long drag before continuing her 20 minutes walk to university, cursing the fact that she still doesn't have a car or someone to drive her there.

After few minutes of walking the rain started. Great, that's exactly what she needed at that moment. She instantly hurried up and threw her jeans jacket on her head, to protect herself from wetting her hair.

When she arrived at the university, after what seemed like forever, she started fast walking towards her classroom. She could only imagine how she looked like, and in every way was negative. Her hair was probably a mess, so she quickly combed it with her hands, trying to make it seem less bad, and then wiping her a little bit smudged mascara, as she mentally prepared for judgemental looks when she walks in almost more than half an hour late.

She entered the lecture, murmirng a little 'sorry I'm late' under her breath, and quickly taking her seat in the first free chair that she saw. Some students whispered something looking at her, probably gossiping, and the teacher just sighed and continued talking.

After some time of trying to focus on the actual words that the proffesor was talking about, but failing miserably, and then giving up, the class has finally finished. She packed her things and quickly exited the classroom, rushing into the hall of uni.

The hall was crowded with students, some with their friends, talking, laughing, and some alone just walking or sitting and reading their books.

She stopped walking when she saw a big poster on noticeboard that had big "Queen" written on it. It said that they are perfoming at the local pub on Saturday night.

"You coming?", someone said behind her back, snapping her from her thoughts and scaring her. She turned around and saw a young man with big, curly, hair and beautiful smile looking at her, then at the poster. "Oh sorry, didn't mean to scare you", he said nervously, noticing her scared expression on face.

"Oh no, I just wasn't expecting anybody that's all", she smiled truthfully and he nodded. "And, uhm, I don't think I'll come. Don't wanna go alone.", she shrugged her shoulders.

"I think you should come, they are pretty good, you'll have fun", very familiar curly boy, that she thinks she shares a class with, told her smirking.

"I suppose that you've seen them play, when you say that like it is a fact?", she laughed.

"Well tehnically, yes", he nodded smiling, "I am in the band, a guitarisst", he said proudly and she raised her brow. "Oh yes, and I'm Brian by the way", he hold his hand to shake and she took it, still smiling.

"I am Iris, nice to meet you guitarisst", she smirked sarcastically.

"So you coming or not? I would love to see you there", she put her index finger on her chin, pretending like she's thinking about it and he laughed, "Oh come on, why not? You won't be alone, I'll be there"

"Well I don't know you, for all I know you could kill me there", she joked and he scoffed at that, "I'll see, but probably won't come"

"Okay, but have this incase you've changed your mind", he gave her a piece of paper, that probably had the address of the pub or his phone number, "Goodbye Iris", and then he left.

She stood there looking at him leaving, thinking about the offer he gave her.

It was the Saturday afternoon, she was cleaning her apartment from the mess she made over the week, when she accidentally found that piece of paper that that Brian guy gave her the other day. She had totally forgotten about it. It was this Saturday. She looked over her clock and it was 7:17pm, she had an hour to get ready. She bit her lower lip, thinking about it.

Was it good idea going there alone? But if she didn't go, she would probably regret that, always thinking about what-if.

Fuck it, she thought to herself, throwing her cleaning gloves, making her way to the bathroom.

She wanted an adventure, this is the closest thing to the adventure that she can get.

After 20 minutes of showering, she did her makeup and styled her hair the way she wanted it to be. The cab arrived and she started her way to the pub, feeling anxious.

She never liked going anywhere alone, even though she lived alone. The irony of that. She always wanted company in anything she was doing, even if it was just going to the market or just walking around town, and this lonliness was killing her. Not that she wanted to admit that, but deep down she knew that.

Her thoughts were interrupted when cab stopped, giving her money to the awfully quiet driver, and then turning towards the pub. Outside of the pub was suprisingly crowded, so she could just imagine what was inside. Surprised that this band was so popular, she entered the pub, scent of smoke and alcohol hitting her right in the face.

There were a lot of people, and she immediately regreted coming here alone, but she for sure didn't have intention on going back home. She sighed, making her way to the front place so she could have a better look at the band. She thought about Brian, if he would be happy that she came, but then quickly realised that he had probably forgot about her and that it was just a stupid thought.

Some people were talking, some people were already drunk, some people were making out, and some people were alone there, just like her. She felt a relief that she wasn't the only one, miserable. Lights went off and the crowd started yelling. First row were just girls, clothed in small pieces, big enough to cover the most vulgar parts of their bodies, and Iris rolled her eyes at them. They were groupies. There's nothing wrong with being a groupie, she just couldn't stand them. She looked at what she decided to wear and her body, feeling a little anxious. All of these girls were so much prettier then her. She was an average looking girl, with average body. And they were all like models, beautiful and smoking hot.

Her thoughts were interrupted by four young men filling in the stage. They had huge, wide, smiles on their faces as they were looking at the crowd infront of them. The crowd wasn't huge, but for a small band full of young students, it was more than enough. The lead singer, who she learned was named Freddie, had black fluffy hair, then there was Brian with his guitar, and two unknown guys. One with fluffy brown hair with his guitar, or bass, she couldn't tell, and then the blonde behind his drums. The blonde looked chaotic, he had angry look on his face, only one not smiling at the crowd. He just took his drumsticks in his hands, swirling them anxiously, waiting for Freddie to stop talking so they could start playing.

She knew that she was staring at him, but she just couldn't keep her eyes off of him. It's like he felt her deep gaze at him and he looked her right in the eyes, unfazed by it. She didn't know what had gotten into her, but she was confident enough that she didn't look away, and got even more confident when she noticed that he didn't look away either, sending him a flirty and playful wink. In response he just licked his lips, before the first song began and he focused on playing his drums.

The way he looked when he was playing his drums, with that chaotic blonde hair falling everywhere, with his button up shirt that was unbuttoned showing off his bare sweaty chest, turned her on. She bit her lip at the thought of him. Now and then, he would look for her in the crowd, and when his eyes finally found hers, he would send her a seductive smirk.

After several songs, the band, had finished their gig for tonight. Freddie thanked the small audience as they all clapped their hands, because truth to be told- they were wonderful. Probably the best show she had ever attended, they had the most breath taking energy. Everybody did their parts perfectly. Freddie's voice stood out the most, this band is going places.

She decided to sit down at the bar, who could know that dancing, singing and having this much fun could be so exhausting? She thought to herself. Or maybe she just got so used to boring life of just studying and doing nothing over the days that she forgot how it felt to loosen up sometimes.

It took her some time to try and avoid, now very drunk people, praying to get home safely, when she finally saw the bar. She looked over and saw a free chair. She sat at the high chair by the bar, looking through her purse for the pack of cigarettes, and when she finally found them she realized that she had forgotten her lighter. She sighed, with cigarette between her plump red lips as she continued trying to find a lighter, even though she knew that it wasn't there. She cursed under her breath.

"Here ya go", she heard a soft male voice next to her speak, making her jump from her seat a little bit. _Can people stop scaring her like that?_She thought to herself. She looked up and there he was, the drummer from the band, standing infront of her, grinning and before she had any chance to reply to him he had lit her cigarette, that was still between her lips, his big ocean blue eyes never living her deep green eyes. She just sat there, feeling her cheeks turning red, she blushed and that rarely ever happened, and seeing that made him smirk.

"Thank you", she said, shyly, trying to cover up the fact that she had just blushed at him, puffing the smoke from her cigar.

"No problem, love.", he said still smirking at her. It made her feel tingly, and she didn't like that feeling at all. The way he looked at her, practically undressing her with his eyes, picturing things he could do to her. The way his eyes focused on hers, then, as she puffed smoke, he would focus on her lips, but then, again, on her eyes. He still looked sweaty from his gig, hair sticking on his neck and forehead. That made him look even hotter, If that's possible.

Stop being so fucking horny and stop imaging things Iris.

"You don't look like a type of girl to be here, or to smoke too. ", firstly he pointed at the place they were in and then at cigarette in her hand, lighting his that was between his lips. She was taken aback by his statment, making a weird face in confusion.

She raised her eyebrow at him. "What's that suppoused to mean asshole?", she said with bitterness behind her words, not caring if the nickname she gave him would offend him in any way. And it didn't.

He chuckled. "Easy there, love. I was just saying. You're new here, I've never seen you before.", he said as he raised his hand so bartender could notice him. "Want something? It's on me", he winked and she rolled her eyes at him, shaking her head no in response, as he murmured 'why not'.

"I don't drink", she said taking his lighter of the table, without asking for it, and lighting a new one.

"See? Told ya you don't look like a type of girl to be here. You just proved me right. ", he smirked and she rolled her eyes, again. "But, I must say, you're a one hell of a smoker"

The more he talks, the more she regrets thinking about him in the way she was while he was performing. She found him really annoying and wanted him to leave.

"What can I say? We all have our addictions", she raised her eyebrows dramaticly and he laughed at this shaking his head and murming little 'I guess you're right', before she spoke again. "And by the way, what if I'm not new here and you just haven't noticed me before? I mean, you have a lot of fans here. Especially girls, I mean you couldn't possibbly notice every girl that enters this place, now could you?", she stated matter-of-factly, pointing at all the girls that were now looking at them, making angry faces at her for taking their 'man', and a little bit of sarcasm behind her words, but not too much.

"Oh, trust me, I would notice. ", the bantender interrupted his words as he gave him what he had ordered, this misterious drummer drinking whatever liqour in one shot, and then continuing, "Ugh, rough. ", he laughed, "Where was I, oh yes. Trust me I would notice a smoking hot girl like you anywhere. I have seen the way you looked at me while I was playing, and I would lie if I told you that that didn't turn me on just a little bit", his voice turned into whisper as he was now close to her ear, sending shivers down her spine. But of course, she wouldn't admit that and feed his, already, big ego.

She snorted at his cockiness, rolling her eyes, for the, probably, hundreth time tonight. "Don't even bother drummer boy, I know what you're doing. I know the guys like you, I have dated them. That's what devils look and sound like", he laughed at this biting his lower lip. That turned her on even more_._

"Oh really? So what am I doing, misterious girl? Hm? Tell me", he is still whispering, and that amused her a little too much. She didn't know where was her confidence coming from, but she liked this version of her, not afraid of saying wrong thing, being relaxed. Maybe it's the fact that this night, she felt so good after such a long time that she just didn't care. It was an adventure.

"You, mister drummer, are trying to get me to bed", she leaned in closer, tempting him as she knew exactly what was she doing to him. He just kept looking at her lips, not caring about her noticing that, as she bit her lower lip, in intention of seducing him even more. She succeeded in that as he quitely groaned at that act of hers. "And you were right. I'm not the type of girl who comes to places like this, as I'm not a type of girl who's just gonna be one of your groupies, so I advise you to just forget about it blondie and maybe find other girl to hit on and bore", she leaned back where she was before and he just snorted, now looking infront of him into unknown space.

"Tease. I like that", he admitted truthfully and she proudly smirked at herself for how amazing she was. Who would know that she had it in her? She was always an uptight person. "And could I get your name, love?"

"Does it matter? It's not like we're gonna meet again", she teased and that being said made him roll his eyes, playfully.

"Oh, darling, I think we will", he teased back and she giggled.

"And why's that?"

"Because", he leaned in, putting his hand on her thigh, making her have goosebumps all over her body, "I'm not that easy to get rid of. You're gonna see more of me, darling", he winked at her and just as she was about to come with the comeback, the yelling was heard and the drummer quickly moved his hand away from her tigh, that was travelling higher and higher, to her inner tighs, making her even more desperate. She silently groaned at the loss of touch.

"Oh here you are, you idiot! Roger, I've been looking for you for the past half an hour, you said you were just going to the bar quickly! Freddie is on the parking lot being hysterical as he always is and needs your help with the van and the instruments. You need to hurry up and leave that groupie alone. ", the curly, furious looking guy, that invited her here, named Brian spat at the blonde boy. His words hurted her a little, but she ignored his comment about her being a groupie as she annoyingly looked at him. Brian, realising who she was, looked guilty about his choice of words. "Oh hi there Iris, I didn't see that it was you. Uhm sorry for that nickname, I didn't mean it. I see the two of you have met already", Brian spoke just too quickly and she laughed at him, as he continued rambling, "I'm glad you made it here-"

"Oh so Iris?", Roger interrupted, earning a glare from Brian, but complety ignoring that, smirking as he had just found out her name, teasingly looking at her, already, annoyed facial expression, as he continued. "Nice name, very meaningful. Do you know that, that in Greek mythology, Iris was the goddes of rainbow, a messenger for Zeus and Hera, who rode the rainbow as a bridge from heaven to earth? Iris is actually considered a symbol of power and majesty, representing faith, wisdom and valor. Are you called after a goddess? ", he said, putting his index finger on his chin, pretending to be thinking about it, as he continued his philosophy, while she stood there, vividly, shocked and without any words, and that's a rare thing. This man is well educated, or just too good with his words, or maybe just lucky. "Or are you named after the flower? You know, they come in a lot of colours, and you remind me of some purple or blue just like your deep eyes that seem to hold in just too much sadness in them. Even though, in most of the cultures Iris means happiness and summer. "

Her eyes never left his as he had just put her in some sort of trance. She blushed at his words, and cursed at herself for letting herself blush just too easily, quickly trying to cover her cheeks, but failing. He already saw what he did to her and smirked, proudly, knowing he had won this conversation.

"What's wrong, love? Did I say something wrong?", he grinned at her, taking a drag of his cigarette and leaning back against his chair.

Brian just stood there, confused to what was happening, carefully watching Roger talking. He seemed to be, just as she was, in some kind of trance.

"You're full of shit, drummer boy", she laughed at this whole situation, as she tried to pretend that this actually haven't affected her, and he joined in her laughter. Brian still stood there confused and bored, as he didn't find this funny at all. He looked annoyed, but they didn't seem to care at all. "Do you say this to all the girls you pick up at one of your gigs, or should I feel special?", she raised her eyebrow, waiting, patiently, for his answer.

"Don't flatter yourself, love. I'm just good with my words. I've made your heart melt, didn't I?", he asked, but it wasn't a question, because he already knew the answer and he knew that she would never give it to him.

"If that would help you sleep at night then okay, blondie", she winked.

"You can call me Roger you know, not those ridiciolus nicknames you have." , he said and she nodded. He stood up starting to walk past het but for the second he stopped. "And I'm gonna call you Petal, that sounds cute. Right Petal?", he smirked at creative nickname he gave her.

"Why Petal? Most people call me by my name, or my usual nickname, Izzy", she said facing him with confused look on her face.

"Well that's a bit boring, don't you think? Mine is much more creative", he put his hand on his hip, letting her know how proud he is for making that up and she laughed.

"Yeah, okay. Whatever, blondie. ", she shrugged and he laughed.

"See you soon Petal", he just left and she watched him go until he disappeared behind the door that led to a parking lot, Brian disappearing with him as well.

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ZEVRAN ARAINAI: NOTES

warnings: suicide, murder, abuse, mentions of csa.

The Antivan Crows are more than a guild of assassins. In their homeland of Antiva, they are a political force to be reckoned with, controlling the nation through influence and intimidation. Elsewhere in Thedas, they are renowned as unrivaled hired killers.

This unsigned letter shines some light on how Zevran Arainai, the elven Crow, came to be in Ferelden during the Fifth Blight.

Guildmaster,

     I have looked into the assassin Zevran, as you asked. The elf in question first came to the Crows in 9:12 Dragon as compradi -- he was purchased from a house of ill repute in Rialto, where he had been raised since the death of his mother, a former Dalish put to work in the house in order to pay off the debts of her husband (another contract of ours, executed in 9:04 Dragon). She died in childbirth, and thus the boy was reared by the whores and learned what boys do in that situation.

     Even at the age of seven, he was considered cunning and skilled enough as a thief that Guildmaster Talav paid off what remained of the debt and brought him under House Arainai -- at that point still First Talon, if you���ll recall. The house was flush with coin after the Three Brides contract, and he elven boy was one of eighteen compradi purchased that year. It’s worth noting that he was one of only two to survive. The other was a human boy named Taliesen, purchased from a Tevinter wreck at Llomerryn.

     Everything I’ve found in the records states that neither Zevran nor Taliesen showed any particular promise in the early years of their training. Certainly Talav never noted it in his records, though I would not put it past him to conceal as much. They both went through all the regular ordeals, the tests for pain resistance, the gauntlets -- but it was not until the arrival of a woman by the name of Rinnala in 9:16 Dragon that they began to really matter. Rinnala came to House Arainai through the Azul contract, meaning she was yet another of Prince Estefan’s bastards for us to hide away, and as the Arainai had fallen to Second Talon by that point, it was their turn.

     This was, as is noted, exceptionally lucky for Talav, as the three assassins complemented each other well. Zevran excelled at seduction and poison, Taliesen was the warrior, and Rinnala (or “Rinna” as Talav’s notes often name her) was the planner. They formed a team that was exceptional enough to be apprenticed as a single unit by Master Eoman Arainai.

     This was, of course, around the same time that the fortunes of House Arainai truly began to change. You’ll remember Talav’s execution following his attempt to retake First Talon. Zevran and his fellows were still far too junior to have been involved in that debacle.They did, however, receive a great deal of work when Isidora took over from Talav. As inept a grandmaster as she ultimately was, Isidora had ambition and took any contract she could. Thus, Zevran was involved in the completion of no fewer than seventeen missions prior to Isidora’s ignominious death in 9:24 Dragon. Her passing was enough to plunge House Arainai into the ranks of the cuchillos. But at the same time, Master Eoman’s star rose, due in no small part to the work of this trio of young assassins.

     Eoman took over as the head of House Arainai in 9:26 Dragon, eager to become a grandmaster by eliminating House Ferragani as Eighth Talon. His efforts served him well. He made alliances, earned accolades by selectively taking daring contracts (I had no idea prior to this investigation that Zevran was the assassin behind the remarkable death of Condesa Lupana in 9:27 -- we all assumed Eoman had done that job himself), but fell short of actually achieving his goal until 9:28 Dragon.

     I believe you were involved in that business with the Rosso Noche, yes? Then you’ll recall that the cult had found a legitimate heir to King Natale, though they wouldn’t say who. It seems the heir in question was Rinnala. The girl was evidently too smart for her own good, tying h er fate to those fanatics. Though I suppose it might have worked out had Prince Claudio not heard of it -- or, rather, been told the details in exchange for a great deal of coin. House Valisti was Third Talon at the time, and eager for the possibility of pressing a claim for one of their own, so a deal was worked out with Master Eoman to eliminate Rinnala quietly in exchange for Arainai gaining Eighth Talon.

     It worked. As the notes claim, Zevran and Taliesen eliminated Rinnala themselves and were told that it was part of a test. Which it was, I imagine, though perhaps not quite in the way they believed. Master Eoman became grandmaster the very next month with two effective and clearly loyal assassins at his disposal. All ended well, yes?

     Evidently not. At this point, I need to read between the lines regarding what followed, but my belief is that Zevran took the death of Rinnala rather poorly. The three were extremely close -- connected romantically, as tends to happen with trios who remain together for so long. He became resentful of the Crows’ test of his loyalty, and although his performance in subsequent contracts appeared unaffected, I’m willing to bet this was the doing of Taliesen, working to cover for him. I believe that when Zevran big for the sole contract on the Fereldan Wardens in 9:30 Dragon, it was not the brash bid for master rank everyone suspected, but rather a way to commit suicide.

     Conjecture? yes, I suppose it is. Still, nothing I’ve read about this Zevran said he was ambitious enough to reach for master, nor interested in working on his own. We also know that the contract failed, and I like to think that if Zevran had truly desired to see to its conclusion, it would have succeeded. It worked out in the end, naturally, as the Hero of Ferelden proved to be the answer to the Blight that the council had initially seen in Teryn Loghain, but we didn’t know that at the time... and neither did he.

     We do not know what became of Zevran after that point. Was he slain by the Hero of Ferelden or made into an ally? Taliesen was sent by Grandmaster Eoman to discover the truth, and himself disappeared. Sadly, the chaos in Ferelden both before and after the Blight has made any sort of investigation almost impossible. I do, however, find it rather telling that Eoman died four months after the Blight in Ferelden ended, with evidence showing a Crow responsible, even though no contract was ever issued for him. Four other members of House Arainai followed in a similar fashion over the next three years, returning the house to obscurity. Then both Grandmaster Runn and Grandmaster Availa died, again at the hands of an unknown assassin.

     I agree with your believe that it is Zevran who is our ghost this so-called “Black Shadow.” He has plunged the Antivan Crows into chaos and has almost certainly allied with elements of the cuchillos to overthrow us. If we do not find him, and stop him, this elven son of a whore -- an assassin who never even attained the rank of master -- will undo us all.

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As it turns out, I have no idea how to blatantly seduce someone. This might explain my awkward teenager stage. But I did give it a try!

Pairing: MadaraTobirama Word count: 2385 Summary: Madara didn't believe Tobirama could seduce anyone until he witnessed it happening - and found himself seduced in the process as well.

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Fingers In The Honeypot

“Obviously we can’t kill him.”

“Obviously.”

In tandem, the two men let out a quiet sigh of disappointment. They might not agree on many things but they definitely agreed that they wished they could kill the diplomat across the room from them. He was loud, abrasive, smug, and boastful even when his stories were nothing to truly boast about. Even worse, he looked down on all shinobi as lesser beings. Were he anyone else he would have been dead before the first hour of the party had finished.

As it was, his status protected him from such retribution as they would have preferred to deliver him. Akinori Tanabe was the Daimyo’s closest advisor and the only man with access to the information they needed on the noble who was their true target, one who had been doing everything within their power to sabotage Konoha’s efforts to spread its roots. They were going to have to employ some other method than violence to retrieve that information from the smarmy braggart if they hoped to foil the noble’s latest plan.

“So what do you suggest?” Madara grumbled. “Hmph. Wish your brother had sent me here with a Yamanaka instead of you.”

Tobirama sent his companion a withering look and deliberately took his time before answering. He tilted his head and observed his target, considering the problem from all angles. Which would be the course of action least likely to draw attention? Most of the things which came to mind were loud or violent and he discarded them one by one until at last he shrugged.

“We could always fall back on the classics.”

“Be more specific,” his companion demanded flatly.

“Rumor states that he prefers the company of men. One of us could seduce him.”

Madara stared at him for perhaps fifteen long seconds before turning his head and holding a hand to his mouth, muffling the laughter that threatened to ring throughout the entire room. Having sort of anticipated this kind of reaction, Tobirama waited patiently until the other man was able to calm himself down a little.

It took a while. Every time Madara turned back to look at his mission partner he burst in to a fresh round of mocking laughter. The very idea of Tobirama trying to seduce someone was hilarious to him for a number of reasons. Who the hell would be attracted to someone with such a stiff stick up their ass? And did the Senju even know what sex was? He could hardly imagine Tobirama unbending enough to attempt anything even close to seduction. In his head it was the most awkward thing in the world.

“Are you done?” Tobirama asked eventually. Madara sniggered once more.

“You’re not serious, are you?”

“Why not? The human male predilection for giving up pretty much anything in return for sex is rather well known. I don’t see why it’s not a valid option.”

“Are you kidding me?” Madara shook his head. “Because it won’t work, that’s why. The man detests me and you probably couldn’t seduce yourself in to jerking off. The very idea of you attempting to seduce anyone is laughable – literally; how long was I laughing for just now?”

Rolling his eyes and sniffing with insult, Tobirama set off across the room with a flippant, “Watch and learn.”

Madara didn’t even try to call him back. The mere prospect of getting to watch him try to awkwardly flirt and fail miserably was enough to make this entire stupid mission worth it. So instead he wandered slowly after the other to place himself closer to what was sure to be some prime entertainment. He was already amused to watched Tobirama run a hand through his hair as he walked, ruffling the strands until they fell in artful disarray.

Actually, he noted reluctantly, the effect wasn’t half bad. It softened the man’s face in a way.

“Akinori-sama,” Tobirama murmured in a surprisingly deferential tone, “If I might have a moment of your time.”

Pausing in the conversation he was having, their target turned to see who was interrupting him. When he spotted Tobirama there his eyes seemed to light up and he immediately shooed the other person away. A sinuous smile crossed his face as he motioned Tobirama closer.

“Call me Tanabe, please,” he said. “I confess, I’d been hoping I could steal you away from that untamed beast you arrived with. Truly I pity you for having your sensibilities constantly offended by such boorish behavior.”

“Your sympathies are most appreciated, Tanabe.” Tobirama’s voice affected a rolling purr as he shaped the syllables of the diplomat’s name like a lover’s caress. Akinori leaned towards him unconsciously and Madara rolled his eyes in disgust from his hiding place. “It’s so loud in here, don’t you think? Perhaps it would more pleasant if we could speak somewhere…quieter.”

“I would like nothing more.” One could almost see triumph flashing in Akinori’s eyes at the suggestion, a clear bid for privacy more so than a request for a less noisy venue. Tobirama was obviously not bothering to play subtle but there was no doubt that his tactics were already working. In merely four sentences he had managed to convince the target to go somewhere alone with him as well as capture his interest in what basically amounted to a voluntary honeypot mission.

Madara slipped unseen in to the shadows and followed the two of them from a distance as Akinori led his partner out of the main hall and in to an empty one which took them a few minutes to reach. Actually it sort of looked like a servant’s hallways, which would guarantee that no one important could discover them here.

“What was it you wished to discuss?” Akinori asked, leaning back against the wall in what he surely believed was a seductive pose. It really wasn’t but Tobirama’s surprisingly was as the pale shinobi stepped up in to the other man’s personal space and put all his weight on one arm, palm resting just beside the advisor’s head. He flashed a wicked grin which succeeded in weakening two different sets of knees.

“Nothing in particular,” he admitted. “Mostly I just wanted Tanabe-sama’s attention for myself – but of course it would be terribly improper of me to admit to something like that. We should find something to talk about.”

“Truly…” Akinori appeared to suddenly be having trouble breathing.

“Pointless gossip should do. Nothing we wouldn’t have spoken of before.” Tobirama gave a careless shrug as he leaned a little closer, lifting his free hand to draw one finger almost casually down his target’s chest. “Something I don’t really need to listen to so that I may concentrate on…other things.”

“Anything you like,” Akinori mumbled. “Anything at all.”

“The Ishii clan are sufficiently boring. Surely there can’t be much gossip surrounding them and such a quick conversation would leave us open to discuss those ‘other things’ I mentioned.”

From his spot unseen only a few feet away, Madara swallowed thickly and hoped to kami that his partner was putting all of his attention on what he was doing, sparing none for him. It simply wouldn’t do for the pale bastard to know how much Madara found himself affected by the wicked tone Tobirama had pitched his voice in. He could hardly imagine the horrors that would be visited upon him were the other to discover that just a few words spoken in that manner had turned his knees to water.

Where had someone so cold learned to speak like that, anyway?

Akinori very clearly agreed with him. Diplomatic training to stayed poised at all times flew out the window as he leaned more heavily against the wall, chest heaving and fingers coming up to boldly trace the shapes of Tobirama’s arms. Although Madara was certain his companion would have preferred otherwise, he watched with a tightness in his gut as Tobirama allowed the touches and leaned even closer to whisper in the man’s ear.

“I trust you to keep up the conversation for me, Tanabe. Should anyone walk by it would be terribly inappropriate for them to hear anything else, yes?”

“Oh yes.” The response sounded more like a moan than anything else and Tobirama tutted lightly.

“The Ishii clan, Tanabe. Bore me with whatever they haven’t been up to while I tend to…more important matters.”

“Actually one of their lesser family members was just seen – oh...” Pausing nearly in the middle of a word, Akinori went up on his toes as his entire expression twisted with pleasure. Madara couldn’t quite see what Tobirama was doing to the man’s neck but whatever it was the effort appeared to be appreciated. It took the advisor a moment the collect himself and attempt to continue speaking in a breathy tone. “They were, um, seen in the village of Nakatsugawa. Buying…buying…”

Tobirama hummed, making his target shiver, and asked in a rumbling whisper, “What were they buying?”

“Weapons,” Akinori whimpered.

“Hm. And here I thought their home village was famed for its weapons production.”

“It is!”

Madara shifted very carefully, ensuring the motion made no noise. His own neck felt cold and hot at the same time, burning for such attentions to be lavished on himself and chilly at being denied. As reluctant as he was to admit it to himself, he was incredibly jealous of Akinori right then. His pride took a rather heavy blow as he silently acknowledged that he wished it was him in the advisor’s place with Tobirama’s touches on his own skin, being allowing to take such liberties as the hand he could see slowly making its distracted way down his partner’s back.

With minimal prompting the information continued to flow. Akinori mumbled without seeming to really pay any attention to his own words or even care that what he was revealing what might be considered sensitive information. The exact moment Tobirama decided he had enough was visibly obvious. His body language went from relaxed to tense in under a second, although the man before him didn’t seem to notice and continued to blather on.

The man never even noticed a thing as Tobirama casually raised a hand and pressed two fingers against the base of his skull, sending a carefully controlled pulse of chakra in to his brain stem. Akinori crumpled, instantly unconscious. Tobirama didn’t bother to catch him.

Slipping out of the alcove he had concealed himself within, Madara gave the body on the floor a disdainful sniff.

“His mouth runs like a leaky faucet,” he observed. Tobirama snorted.

“Indeed. Did you happen to note where his rooms are? We can leave him there and you can implant some memories of what I’m sure he was expecting to happen. That should keep him docile.” Madara froze at those words, giving his companion a suspicious look.

“You assume I can do such a thing with the Sharingan?”

Tobirama rolled his eyes and, seeing he wasn’t going to get help with the heavy lifting, heaved Akinori over his own shoulder. “Anyone who knows your clan can attest that each Mangekyo-stage Sharingan has a unique ability and I happen to know that one is yours. Although I am happy to burst any questionable fantasies you might have had by pointing out that it wouldn’t work on me. The technique implants your chakra in to your victim. I would most definitely feel that.”

As he turned to walk away, Tobirama gave his partner a cocky wink which sent Madara in to a fit of spluttering. It took a few moments for him to gather himself enough to follow the other down the hall, still lost in his thoughts. Sensing his chakra being transferred in to an opponent would certainly explain how Tobirama knew he was doing something, although most likely he would have had to ask one of their brothers for clarification on what exactly that something was. Just the idea that Tobirama had taken the time to ask about him did funny things to his insides.

Once their burden had been dropped off in his bedroom, enough memories implanted in him to keep him happy but not obsessed, the two of them briefly debated going back to the party. It would seem a little suspicious if they didn’t, although they hadn’t exactly been subtle about Tobirama removing Akinori from the room. In the end they decided to simply allow the rumors of something scandalous happening to fly freely and headed back towards their own set of rooms.

For the entire journey through the twisting corridors Tobirama continuously made expressions of mild disgust, running his tongue over his teeth and opening his mouth as though to air out his tongue. It looked just ridiculous enough that Madara let it pass without comment, enjoying the show.

That show came to a rather abrupt end, however, as they reached the corridor in which they were staying and Tobirama reached over without warning to reel him in with a tight grip around the back of his neck. Such was his shock that Madara froze entirely, standing completely still while Tobirama ravished his mouth in what was quite possibly the best kiss he had ever taken part in. Not that he was taking much of an active part. The very second he gathered enough of himself together to respond Tobirama was pulling away with a self-congratulatory look on his face, smacking his lips in satisfaction.

“My utmost apologies,” he purred. “I needed to get the taste of that idiot out of my mouth and replace it something more pleasant.”

“Uh, alright.” Madara blinked rapidly, unsure of how to respond to that.

“Now to wash his touch off the rest of me.”

Madara watched dazedly as the other stepped away from him and continued down the hall towards the chambers he had been given for their stay. Tobirama unlocked his door and opened it, then paused with one foot in the room to look back at the man still staring blankly at the empty air around his own head.

“Aren’t you coming?” he asked in a teasing tone, so many filthy promises hidden in those three short words.

Without giving the matter another thought Madara found his feet moving to follow. Suddenly he really wanted to know what those promises were like.

[quiteriana]

It's 9pm and i have thought about nothing but this book all day

I've decided, actually, that instead of rejecting the ending entirely, i believe that the pages got blended into a mixture of Theo's perspective and Alicia's imagination

I believe that Alicia did, indeed, emotionally seduce Theo (why else would there be warning after warning of this if it did not foreshadow), and by the end, she had succeeded in doing so, but to such an extreme amount that she, herself, believed her seduction and her new fantasy to be true.

Before Theo, all the doctors did was try to stabilize her and keep her sound so as not to be disturbance in the hospital. Theo was perhaps the first in many, many years to truly try to reach her and to help. We see that Alicia clearly isn’t interested and is difficult to work with for a while, and when her meds are lowered, she doesn’t take kindly to Theo because of how he tried to pry--because of the feelings he stirred back in her--but after a while, she does indeed let herself open up around him, and she responds to him little by little by little.

The biggest moment, obviously, was when Alicia gave him her diary. I think that was to say that she finally found trust in him and that she wanted him to help her, to save her.

But the thing is, that diary had not been opened since the night of her husband’s murder. Alicia had not touched it since that day, and in her years at the hospital, it has been suggested time and time again that she has been trying to get away from that memory and that reality. For her to have her hands on that diary again so that she may give it to Theo... I can only imagine what kind of trauma that brought back. The memories of the man she swears she saw, pulling the trigger on Gabriel, and all the little events of the day probably all came flooding back.

And in that flood, I think she may have retreated again. She retreated away from reality. But this time, instead of running away and back into silence, she changed it.

According to her, it the man who killed Gabriel. And then, again, according to her... it was the paranoia over the man she saw that drove herself to kill Gabriel. But, it was Theo who drove her to remember all these things. His working with her and getting her to speak about the events of that day made her relive what she had been trying for years to bury. So... I think that... in her mind, she put those pieces together in attempt to flee once more from the reality. The man drove her to kill, and Theo drove her to remember... and so Theo became that same man.

And when Theo returns to her after having read her diary, probing her more now to open up... she finally does because she’s decided upon the reality she now believes. But, it was still too much for her... and so I think it was herself who put the morpheme in, but wishing it was Theo, and writing that it was Theo.

That’s my opinion.... And the reasons for it being in Theo’s perspective, Theo admitting to the crime at the end of the novel, was because Alicia had overtaken him and his emotions along the way of his treating her.

I believe that Theo intended to write a narrative of his own struggles, how he dealt with his failing marriage as well the strain of treating Alicia, but about halfway through the book, Alicia picks up the pen and forms a new narrative little by little. Specifically, it begins after the chapter when Theo decides to succumb to his broken marriage and still stay with his wife despite knowing that it would be best if he leaves. In a way, that was his emotional breaking point, and it left him so scattered that it was easy for Alicia to come in and "seduce" him emotionally. 

But, I don’t think she really meant to. I don’t think it ever was her intention to crawl into his emotions and overcome all his feelings, but Theo allowed it to happen... in a way, I think he made it happen. 

It was clear in the beginning how interested and absorbed he was with Alicia, how desperately he wanted to treat her, and how eager he was to understand her. He was so infatuated with her and her state of mind, that he allowed himself to be overtaken by her/

It is repeated over and over again by other characters how well Theo is at empathizing with the people he works with. In fact, many people warned him about this empathy, telling him that it could be dangerous to feel so much towards broken people. Near the end, we see people telling Theo that his feelings have “become one” with Alicia’s due to how deeply he is invested in her, and they warn him of this as well. And, I think this is exactly what happens. Theo’s feelings become Alicia’s feelings. and his reality become her reality. The were so intimately bound to one another.

I could explain this better, but I’m getting tired of writing right now. There’s also the issue of the mixed timelines, but I think that was Alicia’s doing as well. Maybe I’ll visit this again and clean up this interpretation so that it makes more sense... But for now, this is it.

In my mind, this was not a story of a murderous master manipulator; this was a story about a broken girl so tortured by her own mind that when she almost receives help, she retreats and brings down with her the therapist so deep into her life. This book was about their downfall together, how by the end, they nearly blended into one from the unprofessional emotional intimacy and attachment to one another.

This is the best I can come up with, and i think it may be true. Why else would Theo keep breaking the fourth wall, keep asking us things like "Do you believe what she says is true?" throughout the end. It had to be from Alicia's head, another fantasy of hers. It had to be. I cannot cope if it's not

I reject the ending of The Silent Patient. Alicia was broken into madness. The man was her illusion. She refused to take her medication, and she became so damaged that she killed Gabriel. When she woke up to the reality that she had murdered her foundation, her love, the only person holding her together—she broke again and kept silent.

Theo helped her. He sacrificed so much of himself to get through to her, all while his own life and marriage was crumbling apart. His epathy touched Alicia, and his care reached her, and he got her to talk. He helped her. He healed her.

That last section of the book? It does not exist. Those last fifty pages? Fuck that. Fuck this. I did spend the entirety of my fall and winter breaks being manipulated by Theo. I am not kneeling at the side of my bed at 5:22 in the morning, fingers freezing and teeth chattering, at a loss of breath for a betrayal I feel I encountered. Fuck that. Fuck this. Fuck this book. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

[fauzhee10069]

The four Haseki and their relationship with beloved Mothers-in-Law

We'll come closer to the end of Kösem sultan and her magnificent story :,(. Now let me present these four ambitious hasekis in different time but lived below the same sky (don’t ask me why I included Ayşe, just keep reading it! ;-) and why I don’t include Hürrem vs Valide Ayşe Hafsa because mainly I forgot their story XP). Hürrem started this "opposing your mother-in-law" continued with Nurbanu to Turhan sultan (only in MY and MYK dear, not historically), but how their stories differ? Let's see...:

Afife Nurbanu Sultan:

Her mother-in-law was Hürrem sultan, Hürrem wanted her to be a smart but obedient daughter-in-law, she became a gozde (favorite) to sehzade Selim (later Selim II). Iirc, Nurbanu's conflict with Hürrem started when Hürrem refused to protect & defend her after she had fight with Hurichihan (Hatice sultan's daughter) & caused her death. Afraid to the consequence of her deed, she threatened Hürrem to show her letter about ordering Nurbanu to kill Suleyman I's other gozde, Nazenin hatun, from this onwards their conflict began. Other factor that driven Nurbanu is her ambition to support Selim to be the successor, next sultan after Suleyman I, especially after she found that Hürrem was supporting her other son, sehzade Bayezid. Her conflict with Hürrem mainly to prevent and foiled her to support Beyazid. Even after Hurrem's death, Nurbanu was still occupied with Beyazid's remaining supporters (including Mihrimah & Rustem->though Rustem would betray later via Gracia Mendes' seduction (LOL)).

Mahpeyker Kösem Sultan:

Her actual mother-in-law was Handan sultan, but her nemesis (in the show) was Safiye sultan, Handan's mother-in-law & the grandmother of Kosem's spouse Ahmed I. Similar with Hürrem, Safiye intended to present Kösem to Ahmed and use her to influence & control his power. Their conflict started when Safiye, unable to control Kösem anymore, decided to kill her father. Feeling betrayed, Kösem decided to avenge her father's death (while being a heroine too) by leading Safiye's daughter, Fahriye sultan to her death. Safiye repaid it with Yasemin hatun (Kösem's sister)'s death and Kösem paid it back with Iskender/sehzade Yahya (Safiye's missing son)'s death. Also Kösem being heroine wanted to protect Ahmed and the state from her, especially when Safiye did the coup d'etat, causing chaos in the palace. Not long after, Ahmed died, leaving Kösem with her little children fighting Safiye (and later Halime) alone.

Ayşe Sultan:

Her mother-in-law was Kösem sultan and her spouse was sultan Murad IV. Like Hürrem and Safiye, Kösem too expected that Ayşe would be an obedient, helpful & easily controlled by her. I think during the very first episode of season 2, there would be a rivalry and conflict between Ayşe and Kösem, how Ayşe said that she wished to support Murad and keep him away from the influence of his mother in ruling the state. Ayşe also said that she refused to follow every Kosem's orders and be obedient to her. Too bad this rivalry concept got thrown out and replaced with her fake rivalry with Farya as Mahidevran 2.0. Ayse's story here would be mainly fanon:

After Kösem's ten years regency, Murad became the sultan officially (I mean, the time when Murad was able to govern the state independently), but with Kösem's influence in the government, viziers & jannisaries, they were already familiar and support her and the people greatly trust her. Murad was struggling to gain the trust and recognition from his people. Everyone (including viziers and jannisaries) still doubted this young sultan's capability to rule, they always compared him to Kösem. Murad wanted to step out from his mother's shadow, he tried to limit Kosem's power and influence, he wanted his mother as valide sultan back to her initial duty, managing the harem. As loyal spouse and his most beloved woman, Ayşe supported Murad and helped him to be able to rule independently by trying to dispel and keep him away from his mother's influence, she also managed to seek the support from the people including some viziers. Ayşe chose to be a good wife and queen/haseki who supported her spouse the sultan in government rather than being used and controlled by his mother. Thus her conflict with Kösem sultan began. Besides her conflict with Kösem, Ayşe also had her own problem, she was struggling to provide Murad a healthy sehzade who would have his chance to survive adulthood and become the heir for Murad's throne. Murad's relationship with his mother was gradually strained. Seeing her son's insubordination to her, Kösem decided to get rid of Ayşe as the mastermind of the destruction of their family relationships. Their rivalry was fierce until Murad's death came. Ayşe who had lost her greatest support (and love) Murad and lost her sehzade who could be made an heir, lost her power, influence and purpose completely. She was immediately removed by Kösem and sent away to live in the Old Palace.

Turhan Hatice Sultan:

Her mother-in-law was also Kösem sultan and she was the spouse of Ibrahim I. Turhan had learned all the tales of the powerful sultana in Ottoman and had her own ambition. She saw Kösem as her role model and at the same time she wanted to be like her. Kösem still expected her to be easily controlled and obedient to her but Turhan thought that being obedient and passive won't make her a powerful figure. She found that to fight her mother-in-law, she had to get her sultan's support. Observing her situation and circumstance, getting the support from her spouse seemed difficult since Ibrahim had numerous gozde that he loved, he even appointed his eight gozde (including her) as his haseki. Turhan could become the Baş Haseki had been a lucky one for her since she had Ibrahim's oldest sehzade Mehmed. The odds of getting support from her spouse are getting smaller as he brought new gozde again and this gozde became his legal wife (Telli Humaşah). Thus, rather than wage an open war to Kösem, she decided to gain the trust for her. By being the closest person to Kösem, she could observe everything, from how Kösem gains her supports to find a chance to overthrow her. During this time, Turhan managed to gain the trust of viziers, but Kösem still had the most influence in jannisaries. Turhan also tried her best to secure her son and protect him as the next heir after Ibrahim's death. When Ibrahim died, Mehmed the oldest sehzade succeeded him. But as long as Kösem still alive, her struggle was not over yet. Kösem who had many experience as regent thought that inexperienced Turhan wasn't competent enough to rule the state, Kösem was preventing her to be in charge of state affairs. Turhan disagreed since she felt entitled as the mother of Mehmed IV. Kösem later went to far by attempting to remove Mehmed and replaced him with sehzade Suleyman (the son of supposedly more obedient haseki Saliha Dilasub). Driven by her will to protect her son's life, Turhan decided to get rid Kösem completely and her men successfully murdered her. Eventually, Turhan became regent and rule the state together with her son. My fanon is that the previous haseki sultan Ayşe wanted have her revenge with Kösem, so she temporarily helped Turhan behind the scene.

Summary:

Many young sultana during their time as queen consort (haseki) had strained relationship with her mother-in-law, the queen dowager (valide sultan), they had similar ambitions but they had their different motivation and situation.

In Nurbanu's case, she was a favorite of Selim II during his sehzade years. There was sehzade Beyazid as threat who challenged Selim's way to be the heir. Being supportive to her spouse, Nurbanu made sure that Selim will success it. Nurbanu's main focused was how Selim would take the throne.

In Kösem's case, she initially was driven by revenge. But later when she found that Ahmed I her spouse's life was also in danger, she fought to protect him. Safiye's failed attempt to control Ahmed drove her to led a coup d'etat. Ahmed with the help of Kösem successfully weakened Safiye's power and influence. But not long after that, Ahmed died and Kösem lost her greatest support. Kösem became alone surrounded with many dangerous snakes especially Safiye and Halime, though in the end she was able to get rid of them.

In Ayse's case, Murad became a sultan who just been deemed worthy to rule by his own. Ayşe helped Murad to gain the trust and to be recognized by his people, she wanted him to get out from Kösem's shadow. Ayşe also had another burden since Murad didn't have an apparent heir yet. In the end Murad died without heir and his brother Ibrahim was the one who succeeded him. Ayşe lost her position and had to spend her life in the Old Palace according to the custom.

In Turhan's case and during her time, Ibrahim I had his eight harem girls as the haseki. Turhan happened to bore him the oldest sehzade Mehmed thus she became the Baş haseki. Turhan had to face her many harem rivals including the greatest threat who was Telli Humaşah, the girl Ibrahim brought and became his legal wife. Turhan was not really loved by Ibrahim (as she was not his most favorite). After Ibrahim's death, Turhan had her power struggle with Kösem sultan. She wanted to be regent ruling independently but her reign always overshadowed by Kösem. Their conflict became worse when Kösem wanted to get rid of Turhan's son and replaced him with her other grandson, thus leading to Kosem's death by Turhan's men hands.

 TL;DR

All had their conflict with their MiLs but Nurbanu was haseki of sehzade whereas Kösem, Ayşe and Turhan were haseki of sultans. All supposedly outlived their MiL but canon MYK!Ayşe died before Kösem. Although Kösem had her conflict with her actual MiL Handan, her main nemesis was Safiye sultan, her MiL's MiL (or should I say grandmother-in-law). Nurbanu's spouse Selim I outlived his mother but Ahmed I (Kosem's spouse), Murad IV (Ayse's spouse) and Ibrahim I (Turhan's spouse) died before their mothers (and grandmother in Ahmed's case). Nurbanu, Kösem and Turhan had their surviving sons took his fathers' throne whereas Ayşe didn't. Nurbanu, Kösem and Ayşe were loved and greatly supported by their spouses whereas Turhan was not really (but canon-MYK!Ayşe instead was greatly abused and hated by him), Ibrahim might loved Turhan but she was not his most beloved one. Nurbanu, Kösem and Turhan succeeded in becoming valide sultan and became the most powerful sultana in their respective era whereas only Ayşe who couldn’t make it since she didn’t have a sehzade (the prince), the most important asset for every women as royals.

Conclusion:

Powerful and ambitious women in MY and MYK always expect their daughters-in-law to be the obedient and easily-controlled. Unbeknownst for them, they became the role models of their younger generations. Thus, instead having the obedient DiL, they got their own reflection: the DiL that exactly the same with their younger selves. These DiL won’t easily submit to them just like themselves in their younger days.

Also I wonder when Turhan’s hair color was mentioned as blonde, There is no popular culture that show Turhan with blonde hair. Mahpeyker: Kösem Sultan’s Turhan was brunette and  Muhteşem Yüzyıl: Kösem‘s Turhan is dark haired (likely black). I’m sorry with my shitty bad quality editing but I want my Turhan’s blonde XD, I’m not expert.

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This might seem like a stupid question, but how would you describe Nyra and Sebastian's relationship? I could think of several ways, but you're the one writing it, so it's up to you lmao. Happy Birthday, and hope you have a fantastic day!

It is not a stupid question I was hoping someone would ask me something like this!

Alright, let me say right up front that their relationship is twisted, unhealthy and dysfunctional. 

I may portray it fairly fluffy at times but please remember that Sebastian is a demon. They don’t love. Though Sebastian probably cares for Nyra more than he thought a demon possibly could it is toxic and dark.

The fact that any and all of his seduction attempts towards her have failed is what originally sparked his interest. He has been able to charm men, women and everything in between easily and though he has succeeded in flattering her, making her blush and earning kisses, he has yet to earn his place in her bed. He begins to obsess over her and wonder why she doesn’t fall into his grasp as easily as everyone else.

He is well aware that he could take her by force and sate his lust that way but Sebastian finds that to be sloppy and for lesser beings who don’t have the talent and skill to earn permission from their partner. Sebastian not forcing Nyra to sleep with him isn’t out of consideration for her, it’s because he believes it would be far more rewarding if she spread her legs for him willingly. 

He finds her wit and snark entertaining but what strikes him as odd is how he prefers it when she’s happy. He doesn’t like it when she is sad or angry, with him at least. He will gladly push others in the way of her wrath for his own amusement. He doesn’t understand why her happiness matters, but it does. Yes, his feelings are confusing but they make even less sense to him.

Perhaps the thing that sets her apart the most is that she finds the demon to be her friend, not the butler. The butler is full of false compliments, perfect politeness and just over all perfection. To Nyra, perfection is boring and being thousands of years old, it is very easy to bore her. The demon will battle her in wits and play her games. The demon is who can discuss hundreds of years of history, the butler is a young man who came to work for Ciel under mysterious circumstances. Nyra would rather spend her time speaking with the demon than the butler.

With Nyra, her feelings are a bit more tragic. Since she is well aware of what Sebastian really is, she was a little cautious at first. True, she still teased and poked fun at him, but she didn’t allow herself to remain in his presence for long. But, over time, after showing him that she found his servant facade boring, he began to show more of his true personality and she began to crave that being’s company. If he was honest in his compliments and truly managed to charm her, he’d be rewarded with kisses, some hotter than others but she never let him get too far.

She slowly fell in love with who he was, never denying what he was. She is well aware that he is a cruel and malicious being. He’s a monster, plain and simple. She knows that he could never truly love her or care for her, but she loves him anyway.

If you add her experience with Andrew on top of that she is especially wary. If a human could turn on her like that, it’s only natural to assume that Sebastian could turn far worse. As she falls deeper and deeper, she cuts their little games off faster and faster. She knows that doing stuff like that will only hurt her, but hey. Demon’s are master’s of temptation and whether you’re human or witch, you can’t control who you fall for.

After all of this you might be wondering ‘If this shit is so unhealthy then why do you keep writing about this?’ Because like Nyra, you can’t help who you fall in love with. I love Sebastian as a character and I am a shipper to the core. Writing a romance fic with Sebastian is tricky, trying to walk the line of realism and fluff.

But with my story, I hope to keep Sebastian very much a demon but making him at least truly care about Nyra no matter how twisted it may be. They could make it work, it’d be dysfunctional but they could make it work.

Now, on a lighter note, what are some of the things they’d actually be able to do that would make them a good couple?

The flirting for one, they will continue to flirt forever. If they were to live happily ever after, they’d roam the world, experiencing all the cultures they could,watching humans and sharing many dances while Nyra sings in every language they come across. Sebastian would take her flying, something she adores and he would occasionally sink back into his butler facade and she’d wake up to a three course breakfast in bed, much to her embarrassment. They’d still argue and fight but they’d always come back together. As far as an onlooker could tell, they’re made for each other.

Hope this answered some of your questions. Please ask more. Don’t be shy. Seriously though, followers there’s more than thirty of you people, let’s see if you can spam my ask box, all of you.

[angieflynns]

Same energy but actually funnier is that Black Panther dream where T’Challa wanted me to infiltrate Killmonger’s inner circle and specifically told me not to try to seduce anyone but I, of course, tried to seduce Limbani anyway and failed miserably and when T’Challa got mad I responded by stating it wouldn’t happen again because Limbani was dead now and he (T’Challa) just facepalmed. I still love that dream even though I would have preferred actually succeeding in my seduction attempts.

Very few Sons of Anarchy dreams I’ve had can top the humor in the one where I was in Ireland with the guys and Gemma and I asked Chibs if I was allowed to seduce Jimmy for information and him and Gemma just simultaneously yelled “NO!” and glared at me. 

[romavaux7043057-blog]

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Instance 3 set up that popular blunder could void an agreement only if the blunder from the subject-matter was actually sufficiently basic to provide its identity other from just what was actually employed, making the performance from the deal difficult. You should accept errors and also failings as an aspect of life and also a pure feedback as well as nothing more yet feedback. A mistake where each individual has an incorrect understanding of the other's position, or where both sides share the same mistaken belief, normally a manner for terminating the contract. By staying clear of these usual errors you are going to rapidly begin becoming an effective communicator and individuals will begin valuing and also admiring you even more. Some may be tested through either evaluating one's personal, or others, for errors, or by certainly not managing to have ownership of one's own blunders. So permit me provide you a rundown from the 10 most typical blunders I see fellas creating when they first come close to a lady - and this isn't only pupils - this applies to routine guys I monitor when I go out. If your mistake has resulted in someone to drop count on you, come close to the person and also deliver a sincere apology. The Hynix courthouse reveals the distinction between a blunder from legislation ... where the realities are actually recognized but the lawful outcomes are not, or are felt to be different in comparison to they definitely are ...," Century Importers, Inc When I refused that, I after that assumed regarding just how I would certainly compose that post and made a few ideas I might use those suggestions to write an article on my own, in order that quick repeated post generated a tip for me yet this will not be duplicating. Blunder # 1) Acting Needy: Among the largest keys from tourist attraction as well as seduction is a male who resembles he carries out NOT need to have a girl. All things considered, these are several of the best well-known oversights that house owners normally create the instant they choose to replace their outdated home windows along with PVC home windows. Work toward eliminating these errors and everything, and everything you desire is actually within your comprehension. Should you have any questions with regards to in which along with how to work with yellow pages online (http://aninf.it), you'll be able to contact us at the webpage. Therefore, try to observe oversights and breakdowns as an excellent possibility to grow and also learn as a person. The alternative is your supervisor learning the mistake anyhow as well as finding that you're at deficiency - which is not a good situation to become in. The concern along with criticizing other people for our error is actually that we will definitely endure the pain and also outcomes from our mistake, but won't pick up from this, therefore bingo! Revealing in a non-defensive method what brought about the oversight may aid folks better know why that took place and how you can prevent that in the future. Error # 4)) No Dating Funnel: A man walks up to a lady, users a creative opener, receive's her telephone number, contacts her a married couple days later, he establishes a very first day and afterwards they go out. Watch that you do certainly not supply a severe repercussion for a mistake that was actually offered good attempt. I do not believe excellent when I screw up yet I carry out aim to keep things in perspective as well as remind myself that people are certainly not perfect and that oversights are about knowing as well as expanding and also blah yawn producing Oprah blah. It is actually no use mentioning a blunder or complication and also possessing no suggestion how you can resolve it. Work out exactly how you can repair it if you've removed an essential data mistakenly. from the backup system and the length of time it will take. If you carelessly discard info associating with your account after that you are actually an effortless target for identification crooks and also fraudsters. The number one blunder supervisors make-and considering that it is actually essentially subconscious it is crucial to become thoughtful along with our own selves and also each other-is to certainly not hear of, include, allow, and also have your own authorization. However, this is just magnifying the inaccuracy you've produced in increasing up on a losing field by motivating you carry out the exact same thing upcoming time you remain in this position. Actually, a lot of the mistakes that daddies and also mommies make are actually oversights produced in an effort in order to get an unfair advantage. The list could continue. Nevertheless, my experience as a card-carrying member of the POPULAR CULTURE brings me to the final thought that the perfect error is the faux pas. Permit on your own to fantasize and assume major, dare one thing worthy, create loads of errors along the road-- and also fill up your know-how carton to the verge! A lot of individuals are afraid to even have a few small risks considering that they might induce an oversight." So they do not make an effort anything brand new. . Slang), blunder (informal), misjudge, goof (casual), drop a clanger (casual), put your feet in this (laid-back), be broad from or be actually off the mark I thought I had miscalculated, so I remodelled it. While your oversight might possess affected numerous other people, that's still up to you to elbow most of the after effects. Because from the higher amount from plagiarism that was being actually pushed at him, I guaranteed him that this was not usual; that the directory proprietor had possibly produced an error.