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rainfallnightmare · 10 months
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Chapter 4
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Florist Y/n x Bartender Sun, Moon, Lunar, Eclipse and BloodMoon
Angst
Warning: swearing
Word counts: 1306
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3 weeks later
July 3rd
Moon POV:
It’s the day before the 4th of July. The guys and I were getting ready for tomorrow since the holidays were our most busy days. The place was decorated thanks to Y/n in suggesting what would look nice for the bar even tho it was just for one day. Speaking of Y/n, when they brought Sun and Lunar back after they ordered our flowers and Y/n left. Sun and Lunar told all of us when the place was closed that Y/n was being treated poorly and threatened.
“Telling by the look on your face, you're still thinking of what Sun and Lunar told us about Rose's condition” Bloodmoon spoke and being the one who has a very short temper didn’t help my case. “What do you think, it’s pretty obvious that anyone could get mean at the thought of a people getting treated poorly over something stupid” My bitter tone spoke as Bloodmoon nodded his head while he was done wiping down the table closest to me. “I don’t like it either but we can’t meddle in as much as I would love to show the people who are treating rose poorly a lesson or two” Bloodmoon walked over and placed his hand on my shoulder.
“What are you two talking about now?”
Eclipse, who came out of the kitchen walked over to where Bloodmoon and I were. “It’s nothing about you Eclipse” Eclipse glared as he wasn’t pleased with my answer but then Lunar spoke up from afar. “Moon is frustrated about Y/n condition from three weeks ago” Oh how I want to struggle him for speaking out for me.
“I don’t blame Moon for how he feels, I would be too when sunflower is innocent and trying to go on with their lives” Sun spoke and Eclipse sighed since he now understood everything. When Eclipse was about to say something. All of us froze when we heard a loud shatter which sounded like it came from next door. Even the customers froze in surprise when the five of us quickly went outside to see what had happened. All of us were surprised when Y/n window to their shop was shattered while a loud argument was going on inside.
Eclipse POV:
“I demand the money right now or I’ll break something else of yours!” Hearing a woman yell in anger. I quickly peeked in to see a woman in her mid 40’s with some slightly fancy clothes slamming her hands on Y/n counter. “One of you four call the police now, this looks like it’s gonna get ugly” I tell the guys behind me and Sun went to quickly phone the police as I was keeping an eye on Y/n and this crazy woman.
“For the last time, I am not gonna do it. This is my shop, my money and your demands aren’t going to get you anywhere” Y/n said angrily at the woman before I witnessed Y/n getting clawed in the face. I was about to step in to apprehend this woman as she grabbed one of Y/n flower pots. Y/n quickl;y pulled out I’m guessing pepper spray and sprayed the woman with it.
“My eyes!” The woman screamed as she clutched at her sprayed eyes. I quickly moved in with Moon as we headed over to Y/n. “You alright Y/n?!” Moon was busy apprehending the woman while I was checking on Y/n badly scratched face.  “I’m alright Eclipse, this is nothing really” Y/n said covering the wound while all of us heard sirens outside the shop. “Bitch/Bastard, How dare you call the police” The woman yelled as she tried to break free from Moon hold on her.
Y/n POV:
Seeing the police entering the shop and taking over Moon spot. Another police came over and started to question us on what was going on. I had to explain the harassment and the damage my mother did while telling them all the things she did til this day. “We’ll need you to come with us to file this report and so we can have your statement on record” The policeman asked and I told them I'll go down once I get my shop situated first.
“Do you want some help cleaning the shop up? '' Moon offered after the police took my mother away in the police car. I was already stressed enough that I didn’t want to argue and nodded my head. “I’ll send Bloodmoon over to help in a bit, just take it easy and get the wound of yours clean up” I nodded my head again as Moon and Eclipse left for a moment while I looked outside to see a crowd staring. I didn’t like the attention the scene caused as it was very uncomfortable to me. As I went over to turn my sign to close, I saw moon and BloodMoon walking over with a broom and dustpan along with a trash bag and a tarp for my window I’m guessing.
“Thank you guys, even tho this didn’t involve you” It was nice to have some people care even if they are animatronics  but I didn’t care about that. “It’s the least we can do to help out, now let's not stall before someone gets hurt” Bloodmoon said as we started to clean the place and the glass that was from my shop's window. Once the place got clean up and everything was put away, Moon was attending to my wound while Bloodmoon was getting the tarp up and covering the broken window.
“You sure you're going to be alright orchid, you've been quiet for a little bit” Moon asked when he placed the bandage over my treated wound. I only just cast my eyes down as I was disappointed in myself. I felt pathetic for not dealing with my mother sooner.
“I just need time to myself is all” 
I gave Moon my fake smile to hopefully have him think I was alright so he didn’t have to worry about me. Moon placed a hand on my head and lightly patted it before he went over to Bloodmoon and helped him out with the tarp. When they were done, they left after checking on me one last time as I looked at the time.
I packed everything up for the day as I headed down to the police station to file a report. It took about half an hour and it felt longer because I could hear my mother in the background begging to be released and so on. “Alright miss/mr L/n, you're free to go and if anything else happens then do call alright” The policeman said as I only nodded my head.
Leaving the station and heading back to my place. I just went straight into my apartment and wasn’t gonna bother the rest of the day. I was so tired and stressed that I just wanted to either relax in a hot bath or crawl into my warm bed. “This is the most shitty day I have ever dealt with” I mumble to myself even tho I was alone in my apartment. I wish I had someone who would comfort me at my time of need
I didn’t want to go over to the celestial bar to bother the guys there since they have enough people to deal with. I went to my room and changed before I layed on my bed and started at the ceiling. In my bedroom all alone, my vision started to blur as I bit my lip since I was trying to contain my sobbing. But I couldn’t contain my tears as they just poured down my face.
“I hate my life”
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muichixd · 3 months
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Bartender moon !!
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melanirana · 2 months
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A Tune and a Drink
singer!reader x bartender!sun/ moon
Suprise! Have a little something. You are a singer in the 1930's and two specific bartenders have caught your eye, just like you have caught theirs.
I even have a musik recommendation for this one. Habits - Vintage 1930's cover and Levitating - 1920s style cover by PostmodernJukebox on YouTube. Check em' out they're really good.
with that said, enjoy
It’s the 1930’s, the era of glamour, fashion, parties but most of all, good music. Big cities are getting bigger, new opportunities arise on all sides, technology is advancing and you are right in the middle of it.
You are known throughout the whole city, not famous enough to be known across states but known enough that clubs and bars fight to have you sing on their stage. To have you bless their establishments with your voice and draw in the people, so these people make their bar The City Bar.
Whenever you agree to sing at their club they make it known immediately. Whether that is through the newspaper, telling their guests who tell it their acquaintances, or hanging papers around the city. 
“downright heavenly”
“the voice of an angel”
“as powerful as it’s wonderful”
“rich with a beautiful smoky undertone” they call your voice. A bit of an exaggeration you think, you can agree on the smoky undertone but the rest. It must be because you hear your voice every day, when you wake from sleep, when you talk, when you warm up, when you practice when you sing.
But other people only hear you when you sing, it isn’t often it is a special occasion, it is desired it is sought after. To them it means so much and therefore it means so much to you. To sing for people, to lighten their day, to make them happy.
There is barely ever you turn down an offer to sing, it is simply a matter of when you have time again. More often than not you don’t come back to a bar for a month or two, too busy singing somewhere else, writing, or any other reason.
So why is it, that even with such a full schedule, you always find time to come back to sing at one certain high-profile bar named Celestias. 
People wonder. Is it close to home. Do you have a deal with the bar. Does it mean something to you. Is it the celebrities that frequent this establishment. Or is it simply the wonderful view of the river that divides the city, that flows right by the building.
All good guesses, but utterly wrong.
The reason you keep returning is the bar, those how tend to it specifically. Two highly advanced Animatronics.
Metal polished like a brand new 540 K Special-Roadster, but not just a car. Highly advanced machinery capable of many things, but not an industrial machine. Eyes that see, hands that move, mouths that speak, but not human.
The robot pair is truly unique with their circular faces and wonderful colors. One bright as a golden Charleston-dress under a chandelier, eyes so wonderfully bleu they seem to be carved out of the ocean itself with a crown of metallic rays. The other shines like a blue evening gown under a low light, eyes as dangerous and enticing as a ruby with a long silk night cap that looks like it was sewn from the night sky.
Both with crescents that split their faces in the fashion of theater masks.
Both wear high-quality suits, the black of the suits contrast with their color, making their color shine even more and complementing their long limbs. A thick tie sits at the base of their slim metal necks, the end tucked neatly into their suits. The golden animatronic’s tie is a rich scarlet as well as his half gloves that always cover the animatronic’s hands. The blue animatronic’s tie and gloves contrast his counterparts wonderfully with their deep navy blue.
The robots are the bar's pride and joy, placed where everybody passes by, and the reason why they come here. The bar.
You noticed the animatronics the first time you visited, they were hard to miss as the owner proudly showed you them, even when it was from across the room. After that you had no time to pay the two bartenders any mind, quickly surrounded by people eager to meet you followed by your performance only to once again be surrounded by more people.
It was only your third visit that you truly saw them, and saw them you did. In the middle of your performance your gaze wandered to the bar, and what you saw was the golden robot cleaning a glass and looking at you.
You were no stranger to being looked at, your place was the stage after all, but the way the robot looked at you was different from the usual. Almost love-struck in that wonderful half-lidded lazy smile kind of way.
Your response to the animatronic’s gaze was a particular smile while singing a more romantic part of your song. This would have people hiding their faces as they reddened, have them melting on the table they are leaning on, or your favorite, bring a hand to their face as they hide their giddy giggles.
This however was not the response you got from the bartender.
Instead, you got a raised eyebrow and an amused smile, the robot placed the glass below the counter without braking eye contact. “Are you sure?” he said without making a sound. A challenge.
A challenge that you accepted.
For the rest of your performance during any particular romantic part of the song you made sure to let your gaze glide to the bar and exchange look with it’s bartender. His expression had changed ever so slightly from the first time you caught him looking. Still mostly the same but now with a hint of danger mixed in.
You could feel the tension between the bar and the stage rise with each exchanged look, neither of you breaking eye contact during the few seconds you had.
It was the most exciting performance you had in a long while, but it had to come to an end. The night just started and you needed to save your voice for your continued performance later in the night.
Immediately you were surrounded and distracted by people once you started your brake. Even though you couldn’t see the bartender you were pretty sure he saw you. Shortly after you began your brake a waiter came up to you, on a silver platter sat a single beautiful decorated crystal glass. The glass is short and wide like a whisky glass.
A rich orange liquid filled the short glass to a perfect half. When you asked the waiter who sent you the drink he simply said “It’s on the house.” You had ever the slightest hunch from whom it came. When you sipped from the glass the taste of honey sweet and yet smoky whisky filled your mouth, followed by a fruity aftertaste.
You couldn’t help the little that spread on your lips.  
Later in the evening, your performance continued. But this time it was not the golden robot tending to the bar but his blue counterpart. A little childish part of you wanted to make the two bartenders jealous of each other, make them vie for your attention.
While resting the owner had told you more about the robots, how highly advanced they were, how they are unique and that there is no second pair like them, how they work together like a well-oiled machine. “Almost like twins,” he said.
‘Twins’
Maybe you can cause a little bit of a sibling rivalry then.
Nothing too bad, just a little bit of fun.
You didn’t even need to get the robot's attention, when you let your gaze wander to the bar he was already giving it all to you. You went through the whole routine again, you smile at the bartender during a romantic part of the song, he raises one eyebrow in a challenge and you accept.     
And just like his counterpart, he did not break eye contact as the few seconds you had each song ticked by.
This went on for a few songs until his counterpart returned. When you looked back to the bar you saw the two of them talking, the blue one facing away from you and the other blocked by his counterpart. They looked neither irate or iterated, rather they looked natural at least from what you could tell during those few seconds before you returned your gaze to the guest. 
Oh, too bad.
Maybe they figured out what you trying to do and decided to ignore you then. You couldn’t really blame them, even if you did. A fun challenge ended because you wanted some excitement in your life.
When next you returned your gaze to the bar you where meet not by one but two pairs of glowing eyes, both pairs half lidded accompanied by lazy smiles. The two robots have banded together.
Two robots band together against you in order to win this challenge, that is known only to you three. They might have been at a numbers advantage, but if they thought that you were going to let them win they were in the wrong. You were not going to back out just because it got more exciting. 
And so this challenge went on for the rest of the evening and into the night, unbeknownst to the other guests in the large room. 
By the time your performance ended it was well into the night, the sun was long gone and the moon took its place in the sky.
And just like always the moment you step off the stage you were surrounded by people eager to snag all your attention for themselves. You gave them your attention, but not all. Just like on stage, you glanced towards the bar but there were no eyes meeting you.
The bartenders had returned to their duty, now that your performance was over the guests wanted their drinks. Both animatronics hands move at impossible speed around the bar, you were surprised they didn’t knock anything over at the speed at which they were moving.
Your challengers are distracted by their duty so you allowed yourself the be distracted as well.
Not long after a different waiter came up to you, on the silver platter a tall wide decorated crystal glass. It almost looked like a whine glass but not quite, that moment you decided that you’d have to brush up on your glass etiquette. The liquid inside this glass was deep red, along the edge a ring of sugar.
Again as you asked who this is from the waiter said “It is on the house.”
You toke a sip and the sweet flavor of wine spread across your tongue along with a light taste of citrus from the ring around the glass.
That’s when you decided you have to come back and come back often.
And so you did.
Over the following months, you were at the bar at the very least once a month. Every time without fail, after you went on brake or finished your performance, a waiter would come up to you with a wonderfully decorated glass and the best-tasting drink inside of it.
Once, when your voice wasn’t the best to the point where it was hard to miss that you weren’t at your best, a waiter brought you a simple glass, inside was warm milk with honey when you asked who sent it the answer was “The bar.”
Months and months have past, and a good amount of change happened both in your career and in your relation ship with the bartenders.
Career-wise you have taken off. Now recognized and sought after outside the state you were busy going to new locations, meeting new people, meeting contemporaries, and singing your new songs.
You were outside the city more often and longer, but you made it a point to always drop by your bartenders.
Your bartenders, with whom you have not exchanged a single word since you first saw each other. The bartenders with whom your relationship has developed past a simple challenge.
The looks you exchange have not increased in length, which was nigh impossible while you stand on stage, but they have increased intensity.
Their looks are no longer love-struck but devouring. Every time they look at you they drink up your entire being, as if your existence and your existence alone keeps them alive. They now let their eyes wander across your form, you never see them doing it but you can feel their eyes on you.
As their eyes travel up and down your body, drinking it in. The way you move, the way your costume lays against your skin, the slightest of wrinkles in your clothing, the smallest of hairs it doesn’t matter. They absorb it all, like a flower after drought drinking up all the water it can get.
That night when you first noticed their eyes traveling you, you almost lost the challenge. 
When your gaze followed the path it took so many times before, you saw them. Sitting behind the bar counter, leaning on it as they rested their faces in their hands. They had no shame as they showered you with their affection, attention, adoration and anything else they could give you through their eyes alone.
You immediately felt your face heat up and the urge to hide your face but you caught yourself before you looked away. Your cheeks remained a soft shade of pink trough the rest of the night and your singing had a bit more pep in your step.
Not long after you reviled a new song that made big waves and that caused you to become more known. A song about the sun and the moon, how the singer basks in the sun's warm light, how the singer would follow the moon's beautiful light anywhere and never feel alone, how the singer oh so loves the celestial bodies and their wonderful light, how they wouldn’t know how to live without them.
You let the song spread before you visited your favorite bar again, you wanted to play with them before returning the favor of a warm face. And play with them you did. You teased, called members of the audience the sun and the moon, said how the song is devoted to all and everyone. You played up how this song is to remind of the things one easily takes for granted and that whole spiel.
In the corner of your eye you could see how the robots seemed to deflate with each word. It hurt, and a lot more than you expected but you had to do it so it would hit just as hard as their affection.
When the part came where the singer talks about their love for the sun and moon you let your gaze wander before firmly landing on the bartenders, you had not looked to them before this part of the song. You didn’t care to hide your smug smile on your face as you look at your dear bartenders.
And it worked, like a charm.
They went rigid as they listened to the words coming out of your mouth, completely and fully directed at them.
The cheeks of the robots started to glow a bright orange as some mechanism in their face began to overheat, small puffs of steam expelled from their joints as they tried to cool themselves. And just like you, they almost lost the challenge.
Those few seconds felt like hours, hours their eyes were glued onto you before you released them. From the corner of your eye you could see them fanning their face, desperately trying to cool the mechanism in their face and failing.
For the rest of your performance, their cheeks remained a soft warm orange.
And now, here you are.
Sitting in front of your vanity in your brand new apartment right above your favorite bar. The owner had gifted it to you as a thanks for visiting the bar so often and coincidentally bringing in more guests and therefore income.   
Said guests have started to slowly leave the bar below as it is about to close. You can hear the distant chatter of people through your open balcony door. After one more look at yourself in your vanity mirror, checking your makeup and hair to see if it is acceptable to leave your apartment in these conditions, you get up the close the balcony door.
The chatter has significantly lessened since the beginning of closing time. The few people outside must be the last stragglers.
The bar is now officially closed.
When you return to your vanity you catch yourself in the mirror again. Your simple dark blue dress pants reach slightly over your ankle. They blend well together with your black shoes, they are not your highest shoe when it comes to heel shoes but your favorite, they give you just a few inches more.
A light green poke dot poncho hangs from your shoulders, down to your thighs. It's loose and frilly, one of your favorites. It shows enough of your silhouette but not too much, even if that doesn’t really matter since you’ve worn very form-fitting costumes on stage before.
And yet again you contemplate your looks, you have been doing this for far too long. Changing outfits, makeup, hairstyles and changing the outfit again.
You never have trouble picking an outfit for performances before. So why is it that you are struggling now to pick an outfit, your not even preparing for a performance.
You just want to finally actually meet your bartenders.
You have been exchanging looks with them for months, basically flirted with each other back and forth. Hell, you have even confessed each other's love for one another. You wrote an entire song to do it.
So why are you so nerves.
You look at yourself in the mirror for many moments and as the doubts about your clothing start to make their way back in your head and gnawing at your confidence, you all but run out the door. If you change again you’ll never meet the two.
They are already head over heels for you and so are you.
You make your way down the stairs. The staircase is illuminated by small decorative lamps along the walls, their colored glass shades bath the space in a warm yellow. With a rhythmic tack tack tack of your heals you make your way down the stairs.
Once you’re at the bottom you stand in the back hallways of the bar. No simple guest is allowed back here and yet the hallways are equally as decorated as the main floor. You haven’t had time to familiarize yourself with the all corridors, but you know the way to the stage entrance.
The path is well light and as you step on to the backstage, slowly you pass the curtain that decorates the side of the stage, the light just above welcomes you as always. Your heart is beating like insane in your chest and you have to take a couple of deep breaths to calm before you fully step out onto the stage.
The view of this usably packed place, now completely empty is more than a bit strange but that is not what you focus on. You focus on the bar and its lack of attendants. The bar sits completely empty, there is not a single metallic shine of robotic limbs to be seen. To say your heart drops would be an understatement.
Did you miss them, they should be here, they are always behind the bar. Do they just leave once the bar is closed.
Where are they.
As fear begins to pluck at your heartstrings, what if you don’t meet them now, will you ever actually meet them. Are the three of you cursed to only look at each other.
Suddenly a muffled noise from somewhere even further behind the bar gets your attention. You walk to the very edge of the stage and lean over the edge to listen for that muffled noise again.
It sounds like a conversation. And just when you think that it might be them, you see a flash of blue pass by a doorway in the bar’s wall that you didn’t even notice was there. All these months you look at the bar and nerve noticed that it has a backroom, well you were more so looking at the bartenders. But that doesn’t matter now, they are still here, you didn’t miss them.
Immediately your mood brightens by the power of the sun. You hop of the stage as quietly as possible and tiptoe your way to the bar counter. Easier said than done thanks to your heals. 
You are full of energy and nerves, your heart is doing leaps in your chest. You are as giddy as a kid whose dad is taking them to the toys shop to pick out a new toy.
In an attempt to stop the giggle building in your throat you bite your tongue. However that doesn’t stop the stupid smile on your face from spreading.
In on swift and quite motion you sit yourself on one of the bar chairs. You remain unnoticed. On top of the bar counter are two little bras bells, one with details painted in yellow and the other in blue. You have a hunch for what these bells are for.
Past the door, the conversation between the unknowing animatronics continues. You take one deep breath, then you ring both bells at once with a gentle tap of your finger. The sound the bells make is beautiful and light, but your trained ear can hear that one of the bells has a bit more reverb than the other.
The conversation comes to a stop and hear what you think is a synthetic sigh. Then out from the door steps one of your dear bartenders. His rays catch the light from above and give him the appearance of a glowing crown. His wonderful blue eyes don’t meet yours as he looks down to his hands where he works on putting his red half-glove back on his exposed hand.
His had is a wonderful shining chrome, the tips of his fingers are a brilliant yellow.
When he speaks his voice is butter-smooth and honey-sweet when he talks. “The bar is closed for tonight.” He sounds exhausted, like he had to have this conversation often. “I’ll have to ask you to leave-“
He finally looks up and meets your eyes, immediately freezing mid-step. He looks at you wide-eyed, surprised to see you of all people here.
“Oh, if you don’t want me here I can leave again.” You say as you turn on the chair as if to get up. “Ah- No. Stay.” The animatronic blurts out as he steps closer to the counter, one ungloved hand stretch out as if to stop you from leaving.
You lean back on the counter and smile at the sunbot, resting your head on the palm of your hand. “I’ll stay then.”
“Yes stay here.” The animatronic says quietly, sweetly, as he moves even closer. He drinks in your very being like he did so many times before, only closer now.
Your face warms up, about to catch fire. Already you can tell, that if he speaks even more sweetly to you, this will be a lethal encounter.
At least you know the names of your demise, after all the bar owner proudly told you their names during your very first performance.
From behind your Sun his counterpart emerges, his nightcap lazily resting on his shoulder, he is also not wearing his half gloves. Just like his counterpart, his hands are a shining chrome and his fingertips are a deep blue.
“Sun, what’s going on?”
You just about die. His voice is nothing short of heavenly. Deep and lush, simply beautiful. You can feel the vibration of his voice down your spine.
The lunar bot meets your eyes and visibly brightens. “Oh~.” You are deceased. “Finally decided to visit us~.” The animatronic says with a grin, showing his sharp teeth. He steps around his counterpart and stands next to him.
“Oh, you know. I had nothing else to do.” You lean forward, closer to them and fold your fingers together before resting your head on them. Both robots lean forward as well, closing the distance between you even more.
“Plus, I thought things were getting a bit boring, so I thought we make it a bit more exiting.” The smile that spreads across your face is smug.
Both bots raise their eyebrows, just like they did the first time. “More exciting? And how might we do that.” The golden bot asks.
Without saying a word you free your hand and reach for the sun bots face. His gaze follows your hand. Gently and slowly you reach under the bots chin and lift it, from where he was looking down at your hand, to look at you.
“Oh, nothing too big.” You say sweetly.
His internal workings kick into overdrive, the wiring inside his chest becomes louder, puffs of steam seep through his suit and the metal of his cheeks becomes a hot orange. The rays around his face fold back against his head and he stammers something before he wraps his hand around yours and removes it from his face as it is getting to hot.
However, he doesn’t let go of your hand.
Next to him, Moon lets out a dark chuckle and it’s your turn to melt.
“Playing the jealousy game again?” The bot accuses you amused. “It was worth a try. Don’t you think?” You retort playfully.
He chuckles again. His gaze lands on Sun who has slightly recovered from your flirt, now he examines your hand with a loving fascination. You follow Moon's gaze and watch Sun as he gently turns over your hand.
It is only then that you realize how much bigger Sun's hand is compared to yours, his hand completely engulfs your with ease. A few seconds later you realize how much bigger they are in general. Sitting at a bar with a human bartender, you see eye to eye but with these two you have to crane your neck to look them in the eye, even if they are already hunched over.
So lost in your realization, you barely notice the hand that is coming towards your face. Blue fingertips gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear before tracing your skin and cupping your face.
You can't help but lean into the cool chrome hand and let out a small sigh. You relax as a cool thump softly draws circles on your cheek and yellow-tipped fingers work their way up your arm.
And there you remain for longer, with your dear bartenders, no longer confined to look at you, but now able to touch you just as gently as they looked at you.   
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missterious-figure · 4 months
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I've been in a lizard/dinosaur mood for some reason... I turned the peacock boys into iguanas... Tehe!
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I imagine they have similar personalities to the original trio, but they are a little more chill... kinda. They have a slower metabolism, but can be a "little" more active around y/n.
Sun is a sassy bastard. he's prized for his golden dorsal spines, as they can be cut off without harm (note: I don't think that is actually true for real iguanas, but whatever) His favorite fruit is banana.
Moon is still a gremlin, and is most likely to become aggressive for no reason. Like his brother, he is prized for his silver spines. His favorite fruit is starfruit.
Eclipse is more mature and mellow. But that doesn't stop him from being a menace. Like the other two, he is prized for his bronze spines. However, sometimes, one or two will grow metallic red with pink edges. His favorite fruit is coconut.
The three can not only climb well and run fast, they are really good at swimming. Meaning y/n has nowhere to hide. The boys have been reported to be a little spicy when they have y/n cornered. Relentlessly flirting and showing off their dewlaps (the fleshy flag some lizards have on their throats to show off to mates, effectively being a "peacock tail" for lizards. *Wink wink*)
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teddybear1644 · 6 months
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The Eclipse Cocktail
Put the 50ml fresh orange juice, 25ml vodka, 25ml triple sec and 15ml fresh lemon juice in a shaker filled with ice; shake well. Strain into a glass with more ice, top up with soda water, then garnish with fruit.
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The Moon Drop
Put a glass into the freezer to chill for at least 30 minutes before making this drink. In a shaker, place 1 cup seedless black grapes, thinly sliced and one of the 2 rosemary sprigs in 1 ounce simple syrup (equal parts of sugar and water dissolved). Muddle very well. Add the 1.5 ounces Spice 94 Seedlip, 1 tablespoon lemon juice, and 6 ice cubes. Shake vigorously (30 to 40 times). Strain and pour into the well chilled glass. Garnish with a fresh rosemary sprig.
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Sundrop Negroni Slushie
Mix 1 ounces Gin, 2 ounces Campari, 3 ounces simple syrup, 2 ounces lemon juice and 4 ounces Cherry Lemon Sundrop together and store in a container to freeze for 24 hours. Break up the contents and serve with a spoon once desired consistency is achieved.
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wolfstarshipping · 1 year
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Please Don't See Me by @lynxindisguise (109.107 words) Rating: Mature Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, minor Dorlene, minor Jily/Jegulus/Jegulily (polyam)
modern magical AU Summary: “The House Cup. It’s official—they’re letting hedges compete.” “Wow.” He doesn’t know why this seems to knock the wind out of him. It’s not as if he didn’t know this was coming. Can hardly forget an event that only occurs every twenty-one years. An event that at three-years-old was probably his first real memory. One of his only memories of, well, before. “That’s great, Lily…” “It is. It really is." She smiles to herself. “Because we are going to wipe the floor with those prissy, gatekeeping, ‘classically trained’ wizards.” *** A Modern w/ Magic AU featuring a Scottish pub, hedge magic, a masked wizarding tournament, and two idiots accidentally falling in love twice.
Comment: This was such a good fic, I highly recommend reading it if you haven't already! I love the modern, magical world this is set in, with Remus and Lily as hedges and the House Cup tournament and all the wonderful, funny, heartbreaking, angsty and lovely moments that come with it. It's definitely a new personal favorite of mine, and one of those fics I keep thinking about and keep wanting to go back to.
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bdrmhymnz · 1 month
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verse information ; the sun and moon hotel
content warnings include nsfw themes and prostitution
choi daeho, a very rich ceo, owns a chain of five star hotels named the sun & moon. these hotels are dotted across the globe in capital cities with each hotel reaching a stunning height of 70 stories. the sun & moon boasts strong wifi throughout the whole building as well as breathtaking views and state of the art facilities. ground floor holds the grand lobby and the pool/spa area. second floor houses a fusion restaurant as well as evening entertainment such as comedy shows, singing acts, and bands. from floors 3-66 rooms that hold up to five people are spread out, all with en suite bathrooms and kitchens. floor 67, 68, 69 and 70, are off limits to the general public however 69 houses the hotel’s infamous bar/nightclub. entrance is admitted to those who show their room key at the door only. the sun & moon has a dirty secret. one that only the richest patrons seem to know about by word of mouth. on the topmost floor of the hotel, with an extra few hundred dollars under your sleeve you might be able to access a room where dim coloured lights search the stage for young men and women in expensive silks and gossamer, dancing to heady music. to call it a strip club would be distasteful. these are performers, giving their bodies and their hearts to the music all for the viewing pleasure of the wealthiest patrons who come to stay at the sun & moon.  even further behind the scenes, these dancers are all offered free rooms of their own, living on the 67th and 68th floors. such an offer only extends to those willing to take clients to bed. once they accept this offer a contract is signed. be sure to read the fine print because once a name is signed on the dotted line, the sun and moon hotel owns them for the period of said contract.
how far would you be willing to go for a life of luxury and all eyes on you?
every workplace has drama, hurt, love, secrets within secrets, this one just has a little more than the average.
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nylonnye2 · 2 months
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Apparently the criteria for a good dnd campaign is.. a plot
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rainfallnightmare · 10 months
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Chapter 3
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Florist Y/n x Bartender Sun, Moon, Lunar, Eclipse and BloodMoon
Fluff
Warning: swearing
Word counts: 1482
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2 months later
June 12th
Lunar POV:
It’s been two almost three months since our next door neighbor Y/n has been getting some customers every now and then. I was over at the shop a couple of times to chat and see what the bar could use as a decoration. Today I was going over to the shop today with Sun so we could make some orders as we agreed upon some summer-like flowers. 
“We’ll be back guys, we’re going to make those orders with Y/n” I called out to the others as Sun was next to me when I did it. Moon gave us the thumbs up before going back to work as Eclipse was busy wiping down the tables and BloodMoon was dealing with customers. As Sun and I left the bar and went over to Y/n’s shop next door. Both Sun and I were surprised when we saw Y/n being yelled at by a customer. “What the fuck do you mean that you ran out of the golden roses, I just saw them here yesterday and now your out!” The person yelling at Y/n was a female and Y/n look was trying to calm the woman down.
“I’m sorry ma’am, the last few customers here bought them but I can order more if you wait for a little bit” Y/n spoke as they were trying not to get annoyed by the customer behavior. “Don’t you think you're behaving poorly like a child miss” Sun spoke up as Y/n and the woman turned their attention towards our direction.  “What did you say you metal freak!” The woman said and my eyes twitched at the name calling. “N-Now now everyone, we can solve this out peacefully. Ma’am if you want some of the roses you need to make an order so I can get them sent here as soon as possible” Y/n spoke as they were trying to calm the situation down which I don’t blame them for. The woman turned to y/n and cussed them out for their lack of service before barging out of the shop.
Y/n POV:
When the customer left, I let out a sigh since this was the third person who came and complained about something that was purchased before them. Today was already rough enough having to restock the shelves and making new orders when people buy a large bundle of my products. “You alright Iris?” Lunar asked when he and Sun came up to my register and I nodded my head. “I’m alright guys, not the first time someone complains to me like that” I wasn’t gonna tell them how others tried to threaten me or steal something without pay. “You seem stressed sunflower” Sun said, but I lightly waved it off since I didn’t want to worry them.
“It’s alright, I was gonna go on break soon but for now what can I do for the two of you?” I know Lunar has come by a few to check out my shop and all but seeing Sun here was new. “We came over and were wondering if we could order some summer-like theme flowers for the bar” I was surprised a little that they would want to order from here since their place was pretty already. “Do you have in mind what flowers you want?” Sun reached into his pocket and pulled out I’m guessing a list before handing it to me. Taking a look at it, I see that there were only four kinds of flowers they thought of: Sunflowers, Tiger lilies, Roses and Orchids.
“Alright I can see what I can do about these, is there anything else you two need or is that all” When Lunar looked around the shop to see what I had. “I believe that all for now, what about you Sun?” Sun being new here, went looking around while Lunar and I waited for him. “So how is your guys business going, I saw that it has been packed in there a few times I came over to visit” Which was true and everything I came over to just check on the guys. I would see them all over the place serving the customers without a break on their end.
“It going alright, a lot of customers makes us money so I can’t really complain”
He had a point but I was still a little concerned for their well beings. “Must be nice to have a popular bar for people to go to” Lunar shrugged his shoulders before he turned his attention towards me as I looked up at his pretty blue eyes. “It’s nice til it gets boring and tiresome, believe me it’s not really anything spectacular being popular” Lunar said as he sighed at the thought of endless work and how annoying it was  having to deal with so many people. When I was about to say something, I heard the first door chime go off with a loud slam door open. I quickly moved to see who was here that was so rude til I froze in shock.
It was my own mother here but how. “Finally I found you” My mother said bitterly and I had a big feeling as to why she is here and not where she belongs. “You are aware that if you break something, you're going to have to pay for it ma’am” I crossed my arms while Lunar and Sun watched. “I don’t have to pay you anything you little shit, now give me what I came here for or do you need some more lessons” I thought so and sighed before I pulled out my cell phone. “You have 5 seconds to leave before I call the police and have you arrested” I wasn’t going to play around with her, if she wanted money so much then she can work to earn it then demand it from me.
“I would listen to what they say ma’am, this isn’t the first time they have called the police” Lunar said in a serious tone which I had never seen before as he and Sun stood behind me. Mother wasn’t sure whether to believe his bluff or not. When I started to count down, my mother just stood there til I reached zero. “I would leave now if I were you” Sun spoke as he placed a hand on my shoulder.
My own mother growled in anger as she turned to leave. “Watch your back cause this isn’t over yet” She yelled out as she left my store. Once I fully knew that she was gone, I put my phone back into my pocket as Lunar and Sun looked at me concerned. “Who was that woman?” Lunar asked and I sighed as I turned to face both of them.
“That was my Mother”
Telling them who she was made Sun and Lunar speechless as they looked at each other. “Sunflower, why is your mother threatening you like that?” I understand their confusion since they don’t know my past. “It’s a long story Sunny, it best not to worry about it right now” I said while Lunar and Sun seemed not to be pleased by my answer but just let it go for now.
“Don’t you guys have to go back by now?” I spoke which caused Lunar and Sun to freeze in their spots. I assumed that they had forgotten that they still had work to do. “Shoot, Eclipse is gonna have our heads” Sun rays shrink in fear as he and Lunar try to run out but I grabbed their hands. “Easy there guys, let me walk over with you two so I can explain why you two are late” Lunar and Sun sighed in relief before nodding their heads as I grabbed what I needed and put a sign up saying that I was on a break.
As we left my shop and headed over to the bar. My assumptions were correct when the three of us entered to see an annoyed Moon and Eclipse. BloodMoon was finishing serving a customer before walking over where the rest of us were at.
“Care to explain why you two were late to come back” 
Sun and Lunar suddenly hid behind me. “Take it easy on them clipsy, it was my fault for distracting them” Eclipse turned his attention to me as he gave me a certain look before sighing. “You two get to work before I change my mind of letting you two off the hook” Sun and Lunar ran off to the kitchen as the three in front of me shook their heads. “Sorry about that guys” I do feel bad for them since today looks like it was one of those days that the place is packed.
“It’s alright lily, just don’t make it a habit”
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newgabeorder · 4 months
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All Aboard the T3 Express!
Lately, I've been thinking of my Japanese audience for Toon Time Theater. Usually I treat it as a late-night anime option for the Japanese viewers out there, but I decided to give them an easier chance to check out my anime live streams just in case select viewers are unavailable due to strict curfews. I'm happy Toonami Rewind will give American people a piece of the Toonami pie at a more reasonable time, and the same can be said for my attempt to live-stream a Saturday morning cartoon block for the Japanese people. As a result, I am going to commit myself to live-stream on (American and Canadian) Friday afternoons for a few select cartoons for 3 hours, counting educational and informational (E/I) programming. SAILOR MOON (1992) will be one of the few chosen E/I programs, and joining T3 Express are NARUTO (2002) and TeamFourStar's DRAGON BALL Z ABRIDGED. T3 Express will be mainly a dumping ground for U-PICK Nominees, reruns of earlier episodes for select series, and programs that wouldn't "fit" in my Saturday morning animation cram sessions due to insufficient timeslots. I will still use the 5-hour length for American and Canadian Saturday morning blocks as intended.
Here are the lineups for T3 Express starting on May 31 at 2 PM PDT. However, you don't have to take my word for it.
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E/I: Educational & Informational
2:00P - Bartender (Episode 1, Series Premiere, E/I)
2:30P - SAILOR MOON ("A Moon Star Is Born", Series Premiere, E/I)
Teenage Mutant Ninja Troubles
3:00P - SAILOR MOON ("The House of Fortuna")
3:30P - NARUTO (2002 series, Episode 1)
U-PICK Nominees
4:00P - Hell's Paradise (Episode 1, Series Premiere)
4:30P - SMILING FRIENDS (Episode 1, rerun)
4:45P - DRAGON BALL Z ABRIDGED (Episode 1)
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E/I: Educational & Informational
2:00P - Bartender (Episode 2, E/I)
2:30P - SAILOR MOON ("Talk Radio", E/I)
COMIC PARTY
3:00P - MY ADVENTURES WITH SUPERMAN (Season 2, Episode 11, Season Premiere)
3:30P - NARUTO (2002 series, Episode 2)
U-PICK Nominees
4:00P - Hell's Paradise (Episode 2)
4:30P - SMILING FRIENDS (Season 1, Episode 2)
4:45P - DRAGON BALL Z ABRIDGED (Episode 2)
In case you were wondering, I will still have the Saturday morning animation cram session for American and Canadian viewers, with more up-to-date cartoons. T3 Express is just an afterthought for Japanese viewers that want to experience a Saturday morning cartoon block, which is usually an American tradition.
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muzzlemouths · 2 years
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just learned abt the concept of motorcycle bars and now there's already another au brewing. lord help me
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I like Majima as much as the next Yakuza fan but I also think Ichi and his gang are plenty interesting enough without the old guard, and I'd rather rggs focused on telling a good story than shoehorn old favourites in for the sake of fanservice. I don’t even think "Joryu" should be in Y8, I feel like that Simpsons meme of the kid going "Stop! Stop! He's already dead!" every time I remember he's going to be playable.
we on the same page my brother, like i don't mind the old gang showing up on occasion but this is supposed to be ichi's gang's turn yk. just let these mfers retire their bones are gonna turn to dust before they're allowed to rest ☠️
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takekawa · 8 months
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Anyways. I’m normal. Look at my fancy cat spoon boy
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merrilark · 2 years
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they... are flirting... 🍷 🥂
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wolfstarshipping · 1 year
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Skin by Anonymous (18.943 words) Rating: Mature Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin magical AU Summary: Sirius Black is a shapeshifter with a penchant for conflict in a town that believes he’s brought in the worst kind of fate. His neighborhood has begun catching wind that he doesn’t always go on just two legs, and things are starting to get dangerous. Remus Lupin is a barkeep with a deeply-kept secret, and luckily almost nobody but him goes to the woods beyond the river after dark when the moon fills up like pearly poison. But almost nobody doesn’t bode well for secrecy. And again—things are starting to get dangerous. Sometimes a dog has to run with the wolves to save his skin. Comment: I really enjoyed the whole atmosphere of this magical AU, Remus and Sirius as outcasts in a very superstitious town who slowly find their way to each other was just wonderful to read, can highly recommend this!
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