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fleckcmscott · 2 years ago

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Pillow Talk

Summary: While Y/N spends some time away, she and Arthur find a way to play.

Words: 3,992

Warnings: Smut, Swearing

A/N: This story stems from a request made by @jokerownsmysoul. I really hope I got it right. 😂 Please enjoy, everyone! And thank you for reading! 💜

If you have any thoughts or questions, please comment, feel free to message me, or send me an ask. Requests for Arthur and WWH are open!

Y/N's happiness at attending the Atlantic Legal Society's conference had rubbed off on Arthur. Made her upcoming absence worth it.

Often he'd tag along, see the sights while she worked. Check out clubs, sign up for open mics where no one would ever see him again. Low-risk refinement. But this week's jobs were too good to pass up, and Amusement Mile's opening day meant lots of families and plenty of tips.

He could hold down the apartment. Hell, maybe he'd even enjoy it. Pour condensed milk over frozen strawberries, smoke as much as he wanted, catch a movie on Gothamvision. (When their rabbit ears had required aluminum foil to get a TV signal, he'd convinced her cable was a dire need.)

He wrapped an apple in a paper towel, tore a banana from the bunch, and stuck both in her purse. A breakfast that'd tide her over for the three-hour ride to Baltimore. Stirring milk into her coffee, he side-eyed the oven clock. When the java was halfway cold, he made his way to the bathroom.

Toes flexed in annoyance, Y/N grumbled around her toothbrush. "I can't believe I overslept."

"You'll get there," he said, and took the hairbrush from the shelf. "Here, let me." He drew horsehair bristles through her untamed mane.

"Thanks." The foam in her mouth made it sound more like fankhs. She spat into the sink, rinsed and spat again. "I don't want to buy another ticket."

A soft scowl crossed his brow. "You shouldn't've had to buy the first."

"Well, you know my boss. He didn't think it was necessary, which is silly with the WARN act being passed. That kind of ridiculousness makes me want Phil to come out of retirement." She hung her robe on the door hook and jogged to the bedroom, calling over her shoulder. "At least they're paying me!"

Minutes later Y/N emerged, frazzled around the edges but smart. She straightened a ruffle at her collar, tugged the corner of her blazer. She wore her age and era with pride. She guzzled her coffee like an engine on empty, poured herself another and skipped the dairy. "I'll regret this on the train."

They dashed to the elevator, vinyl suitcase in his grasp, her hand hooked at his elbow. As the steel doors parted, he made a show of holding them open with his foot. A beam to rival the rising sun crossed her face.

"Thank you, sir," she said, and curtsied. The gesture made him want to lift her, spin around. They were running late - and she'd still taken a spare second to be playful.

God, how he loved her.

At this early hour, only a handful of Gothamites rode the subway. A guy sat in a corner seat. Sixty, gray stubble, wearing a flat leather cap. His outstretched arm held a wrinkled centerfold. Ms. December, judging by the Santa Hat, the sole fabric in the photo. A familiar friend that must've been in his pocket for a while.

Y/N grasped the stanchion at the other end of the car. Arthur moved to stand behind her, a protective arm at her waist.

At every stop she inched towards him. Her round bottom nudged his thighs, her back grazed his chest. She smelled good, like the strawberries he'd eat tonight. He pressed his nose to the crown of her head, filled his veins with her scent.

A scarlet stripe bloomed from collarbone to temple, her ear a crimson shell. The corner of her mouth threatened to curl. Pink tongue darting to wet satin lips.

He squeezed her hip. "What is it?"

"It's nothing," she said. An obvious untruth given how her neck tightened.

Suspicion slanted his stare. But he let it lie. For now.

Wayne Central Station was a Beaux-Arts beauty smack dab in the middle of modernization and commercialization. And it had far too many flights of stairs. After the ups and downs of finding the right track, they landed on thirty-seven, the platform for the commuter line.

"You know," Y/N said, steps slowing to an amble. "I bet there are clown conferences. You could learn to juggle."

His days of working with other clowns were long behind him. But the suggestion was sweet, so he smiled. "My hands are already busy. You're a handful."

She stopped at a concrete column and riffled through her purse. "I'll call you when I check-in and give you the room number. There'll be a direct line." Then her riffling escalated to a frantic search. Patting her coat, the inner breast pocket. Checking her bag one more time. Taking advantage of her distraction, Arthur reached into his jacket. Anticipation tickled his shoulders into a shrug.

"Oh no," she said. "I could've sworn I put my ticket with my credit card."

He reached as if to tuck her hair back. Pulled a green card from behind her ear. "Is this it?" A relieved huff as she snatched her prize. She swatted his chest, wound her arms about his neck.

The squeal of metal on metal bounced off tile walls, announcing the oncoming train. A gust of wind whirled her silvery brown locks. Despite the mundanity of it all, the thousands of people about to step onto public transportation, the moment felt like a movie. A bona fide blockbuster. The ordinary suddenly extraordinary.

Fingers brushing his, she took her bag, speaking between kisses. "I love you. We'll talk soon."

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The McKeldin Exhibition Center seemed a blunt, bulky building for the Atlantic Legal Society's twenty-fifth conference, a number Y/N would've considered celebratory. Four stories of concrete, cold steel, muscular exterior. A once modern design that now represented an idea of the future that, if the first five months of 1990 were to go by, wasn't bound to happen.

The registration attendants were friendly and professional. But Y/N wasn't a member of the guild, so she was directed to a line at the other end of a vast, airy hall. The additional hundred dollars she'd paid to attend included extra exercise. A gilded stripe ran along the top of her name tag, like she was a flake of gold to pan for, from which extract a membership fee.

Goodie bags contained the usual swag. A pen with the organization's logo, two legal pads, a folder to hold her notes. At the bottom were a blue stress ball and a gavel pinback button, which she'd pin on Sylvia back at the office. The young intern had received so little recognition in her short life that it'd thrill her.

White tablecloths and serving trays covered the tables in the reception area. Y/N maneuvered to a buffet to the right, snapped a napkin, two cheese and pepperoni skewers, and a paper cup of goldfish crackers. Munching away, she took the temperature of the room.

Lawyers and attorneys general, magistrates and judges swarmed, chatting and laughing, giving handshakes and back slaps. Legal secretaries and paralegals circled up to chat amongst themselves. Judging by overheard introductions, their origins stretched from the Eastern Seaboard all the way to Chicago.

Y/N recognized a former Gotham District Attorney, a lawyer from one of Shaw & Associates' satellite offices. The passing years had salt and peppered his hair, too. The city's newest criminal court judge was on the premises, one Henry Jake. An upset after an affair with one of his legal aides, his promotion from magistrate had been splashed on all the front pages.

He appeared eager to continue the scandal, proceeding to flirt in the way of men who like to wield their authority. A palm on the forearm here, an unwanted compliment there. It made Y/N want to chuck a stress ball at his head.

She stirred powdered creamer and irritation into a styrofoam cup of coffee, noted the restroom sign on the left wall. A woman in a floral shower curtain of a dress approached with tiny steps. Said she'd never been to a big city before, took a sip of Lipton and pushed her plastic glasses up the bridge of her nose.

"I'm Flossie Barteux, but all my friends call me Flo." The red stripe on her nametag denoted her as a fresh recruit.

"Nice to meet you, Flossie." Though maintaining distance, Y/N spoke with warmth. "I moved from the Ozarks to Gotham ten years ago. The lobby has some brochures. I think there's an aquarium on the waterfront, a couple museums, too. You should take advantage while you're in town." Then she gave a friendly nod and excused herself to the Industry Auditorium to sign up for presentations.

Whistleblower protections sounded interesting, considering past capers; she made a note to review Gotham's statutes for the next. Tips for wage and hour investigations filled an entire notebook. The presenter droned on in one agonizingly long sentence. It was impossible to keep up, even in shorthand. Y/N's fingers grew so fatigued she dropped her pen. It took several tries to regain the ability to make a fist.

When the conference broke for the evening, Flossie hopped in the same revolving door as Y/N and suggested dinner at a chain steakhouse across the street. A good number of attendees already stood in line.

To be honest, she could've used a break from the whole thing. But she didn't want to hurt the woman who sorely needed a work friend. She put their names on the waitlist and browsed chalkboard specials. Listened to Flossie's story of how going through probate for custody of her granddaughter had led her to the legal profession.

By the time Y/N stumbled back to her hotel, she could've dozed upright. At the bar, she ordered a variation on a Sidecar, a little number called Between the Sheets. She didn't ask for permission to take it to her room. She dropped a dollar bill in the tip jar and turned towards the lobby.

It was well equipped, a fax machine and pay phone in one corner, a stand with free chocolate chip cookies to the right. In the center of the far wall stood a bookshelf, flanked by overstuffed aqua chairs. A sign was propped on the coffee table: "Please read and return!" A set worthy of Donahue's photo studio.

She stepped onto the woven rug to browse the plethora of outdated bestsellers. Self-helps with mountains on the covers, charlatans offering poor financial advice. Children's books were piled haphazardly on the bottom shelf. And right in the middle was an entire row of romance novels, the ones in which every heroine's bosom heaved and bodice ripped. Ragged covers told the tale of how popular they were, spines split from overuse. As a pre-teen, Mabel had caught her reading a few. ("Why's your face red, Y/N? Are you sick?") Amused, Y/N took the one with the deepest seams.

Forbidden Seas was a terrible if fitting title, given the coverhunk's puffy shirt. He was alarmingly muscular, as though a bee had stung him, and he desperately needed an ice bag. Long, blonde tresses brushed the careening cleavage of the woman bent over his knee. Arthur's wiry frame held a hidden strength, cleaved her tightly whenever they danced, but that position would've ended with her on the floor.

Cackling, she returned the paperback to its place, betting the hunk would be at full mast by chapter four.

When she reached her room, she stretched her arms over her head, pushed herself to her tiptoes, released a short squeal. The conference center's folding chairs had next to no padding. Soreness nagged at her tailbone, a deep-seated throb ached her rear. She could really use a bath. She checked her watch. Arthur would be calling in about fifteen minutes. Luckily, the restroom had a phone.

Pantyhose rolled down her legs, a nail caught on the reinforced toe. The star-patterned vinyl floor was cold on her feet. A claw clip kept her hair off her shoulders, spare tendrils falling to her cheeks. Steam coated the mirror as the room filled with a pleasant heat. She dabbed away her mascara and eyeliner before it could streak. She sipped her cocktail, stepped into the bath. Gave her breasts a casual squeeze and sighed out the stress of the day.

The ringer rang right on the dot.

Voice as light as a game of I Spy, she said, "This isn't reception telling me to pipe down, is it?"

On the other end, Arthur's smile sucked his teeth. "No, it's just me."

"I'm glad it's just you."

The day had gone well, he told her. One of his gigs had cancelled, but that was all right. It let him get some work done around the apartment. He'd replaced the window shade that no longer rolled up, mopped the kitchen, sorted the drawers of his desk. He'd just tuned into a movie on TMC, a screwball comedy she'd deem too silly and dislike.

When he asked how the conference was going, she told him about Flossie, how she hoped the woman's eagerness to excel wouldn't result in her being suckered into membership upgrades. That the WARN act - while a step forward - put some guardrails on the mass layoffs that'd become the norm in the last decade but didn't prevent them. And the overeager judge she was happy to never have to face in court.

"You should teach a class on how to be a gentleman." She slunk deeper into the heat. "I'm learning a lot, but I'll be happy to be home."

"You're not missing much."

"I'm missing you."

"But you saw me this morning!" His protestations didn't fool her; he was pleased as punch. A hitched giggle, one of his many laughs she loved. "Me, too. I mean, I can't wait to see you. But don't worry. I'm fine. Talk to me more. Tell me about the hotel."

"We'll have to stay here someday. There's a bar with a player piano, and I'm having a cocktail in the bath."

"You- You're on the phone in the tub?" The sound of him puttering. A drink set on the coffee table, a middle-aged groan as he sat on the sofa. "There is one thing I can't get out of my head." Nervous tongue smacked his lips. "What were you thinking about on the subway?"

Mercury threatened to crack the thermometer. But still. She was reticent to go there. "I already told you. It was nothing."

"Come on. You were as red as my clown nose."

She pressed the cool glass to her sweaty forehead. The flight of fancy had been completely inappropriate, not to mention out of character. She knew exactly what telling him would lead to, the direction in which this conversation would race. Tacky and cheap, belonging to a $3.99 a minute hotline.

And yet. She was grateful to have a husband she could blush around, whom she could fantasize about, whom she wanted to fantasize about. Besides. It'd been a stretch since they'd last made love. Tacky and cheap might be just what the Doctor of Laughter ordered.

She let the cognac trickle down her throat. Knuckles dragged up and down her breastbone. Her forearm brushed her pebbled nipple. A drop from the faucet plopped.

"Do you want to continue this?" she asked, an eager if uncertain invitation.

"Yeah," he purred. That rasp, the one positive of his cigarette addiction. "But I'm- I'm not sure what's next."

Neither was she, not quite. The next steps felt at once natural and as if they belonged to an unread novel on a hotel bookshelf. But it was him, so it would turn out all right. They'd figured it out every time before. "Tell me what you're wearing," she said. "Or what you're thinking about. Whatever you want."

"I'm in my pajamas. Um. I found my old journal when I was cleaning. I hadn't read it for years - it has everything from when I met you. Anyway, I read what I wrote our first night together? I'd wanted to touch you so badly and-" He gave a throaty laugh. "And all I knew what to do was squeeze your breast too hard."

The recollection struck a match in all the right places. She'd wanted him, too, more than was smart after such a short acquaintanceship. There'd been something that'd set him apart immediately. Whenever he'd looked at her, her heart had skipped to a new but familiar beat. His good looks, his kindness. Passion and flair hiding beneath a surface shyness, a mask you could see through if you took an extra minute.

"You knew how to look at me. How to listen. How to be gentle." She caressed her hip absentmindedly, a movement that soon became deliberate. "And when not to be."

Her knee shifted to rest on the lip of the tub, opening herself to the warm water. "I wouldn't want you to be gentle now," she whispered, and tugged at the curls between her thighs.

"I wouldn't be." Ragged breaths tempted over three hundred miles. A muted moan that meant he was palming his shaft. Her own palm felt empty. How she hungered for him to be in her grasp. Then he asked, "What- What did you pack for bed?"

"The blue nightie you gave me. The one that ties at the neck." It was six years old but a perennial favorite for both. The approval that'd radiated from him when she'd modeled it flashed in her memory. Strokes blazed at the crease of her thigh. "I'll wear it tonight - unless you want me to sleep naked."

A husky chuckle before he pressed her. Again. "Tell me what you were thinking about on the train. I wanna know."

Fingertips dipped to where she ached for him. Lower to tease plush, squishy flesh, plump with desire. Her eyelids fluttered shut, returning to the occasions she'd pleasured herself in front of him, both when he was inside of her and out. Even on the occasions he wasn't able to get hard, he loved it, asked her to do it again. Holding her. Stealing her breath from her mouth. Covering her hand with his. His thumb taking over until she cried his name.

Fever rippling through her arteries, she tapped her slick nub, body throbbing with need. She cleared her throat. She thought she'd lost her ability to be bashful with Arthur. But dirty talk didn't come as naturally now that she was alone, not the way it did when it was foreplay. When she'd beg him to fuck her, plead for more, more, more.

Yet, she wasn't alone. Though he was afar, she was abuzz with his presence. Spreading joy and happiness to others, always entertaining his audience, he was the performer in the relationship. Tonight the performer became the audience, and she was putting on a show for one.

A show she'd drag out a bit longer. Make it worth his while. "I'm touching my clit, Arthur. Slow and soft, like your tongue. God, I wish it was your tongue. You feel so good."

He groaned. Her grip on the telephone tightened, knuckles gone white. "When we were on the train," she began. "I imagined you shushing me. Your breath was hot on my ear. I wanted you to put your hand on my skin, down my skirt." Her strokes halted while she laughed. "I don't know why. I wasn't even horny."

"You're horny now."

"All hot and bothered."

A grunt came through the copper wire, luring her along. Her foot pressed the tub's curved rim. Splashes of imagery knotted her belly. The play of light on his slender abdomen when he'd put on a shirt. How his biceps flexed when he'd wash his hair. The tightening of his brow the second he lost himself to euphoria. The musky weight of him on her tongue.

She rubbed herself a little harder. A steady, firm pace. "When I come I feel your cock at my back-"

"Keep talking."

"-and I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning, because I know you'll fuck me as soon as we walk through the door."

"Oh, fuck..."

Water licked at her labia with each flick of her wrist, awakening every nerve ending, cresting wave upon wave of sensation. She shoved the receiver under her jaw, lifted her shoulder to lock it in place. Cradled her breast, nipples just at the waterline Lapping, lapping, lapping. She circled the right with her middle finger, wishing her hand was as large as Arthur's, so that she could play with the left. Shivering, her knees drew together and upward, pelvis striving towards her wanton touch.

Splish, splash. Splish, splash.

A growl rumbled out of him. "I- I'm gonna come."

"Yes."

She was there. She was there. About to fly over the edge, her feet about to leap. Gasps caught in her throat. Half his name lost in a whimper. The peak of delight finally reached...

The phone tumbled off her shoulder and plunged into the water. Landed on the fiberglass. An unenthusiastic thud.

"Shit, shit-"

Locked in spasm, she watched air bubbles rise from the sunken plastic. It was hard to move mid-orgasm. Her legs weren't yet in the Jello stage. Hanging onto the towel bar, she stood on very shaky ankles.

She plucked the receiver from the water, shook it out over the tub. Yanked the drain and placed the handset on the rim. Fingers a blur, she dialed their home number on the bedside phone. How quickly had Arthur realized she wasn't on the line?

Had he heard any of the denouement?

Nine rings and Arthur answered, out of breath but with a laugh. "What happened?"

She covered her face. "I dropped the phone. It's ruined." It would be the one time she would pay a fee for damages.

"Oh. Well, I was just cleaning up."

The cord twined through her fingers. "Did you?"

"Yeah."

"Good. Me, too."

"I know. I heard half of it."

Giggling, she excused herself to dry off. Pulled the clip from her hair, retrieved her nightie from her bag. She crawled between cool sheets, fluffed her pillow, pressed Arthur to her ear.

"What'll you do tomorrow," he asked, scratching his cheek.

A Department of Labor inspector would give a presentation on the Severe Violators program, a list of closely monitored companies that violated labor laws like it was a talent and never lifted a finger to change their ways. The padding to their bottom lines was bigger than the fines. She'd chatted with the inspector during a break.

"ACE Chemicals being on the list isn't a surprise. But Wayne Steel?" A sharp inhale before she yawned the rest. "I hadn't even heard of them."

"You're tired.”

"No. Relaxed. Happy. But not tired." She curled up on her side, burrowed deeper into the blankets. "This bed is empty. I have no one to press up against." Another yawn betrayed her.

At her third, Arthur interrupted. "Y/N, go to sleep." A grin in his words, like he was about to call her cute. "You need your rest."

"And why is that?"

His voice lowered to the volume of secrets. "Because when you get back, I'm going to fuck you as soon as we walk through the door."

Her eyes went wide, then she burst out laughing. A wave of dizziness swept through her. She brought the heel of her hand to her forehead. "What time'll you wake up tomorrow?"

"Six, probably. Maybe 5:30?

"Let's have coffee together. I'll make a cup at 6:15."

He agreed before she'd completed the request, said how dearly he loved her. And, yes, to her consternation, called her cute. She kept the eyeroll out of her reply. "You're wonderful, too. Now take your own advice and get some sleep. No journaling until dawn. All right?"

"All right. Have a good night. And Y/N?"

She was already fading, his lilt her favorite lullaby. "Yeah?"

"Wear your blue nightie for coffee. I’ll be in my briefs."

~~~~~

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elanishh · 2 months ago

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salutations people of tumblr. i thought i would make a more in depth intro even though i was yapping like crazy in my bio

you can call me eonz, elan, or both :-) elan is more of a surname though so if youre being formal with me opt for that one

i am a minor, id say dni if youre over 18. if you reach out and your bio doesnt state an exact age prepare for me to ask you lol. im based in pacific time

id say my major interests are music, minecraft, and art so im going to talk about them now

ive been playing guitar since september 2024... progress is slow but at least my fingers have calloused now haha. still can barely play bar chords but im working on it (i have the smallest hands ever recorded so its extra hard) i hope to get great at guitar so i can start a band :-)

my favorite musicians/bands are (no order):

radiohead, the smiths, modern baseball, the front bottoms, mccafferty, crywank, panucci's pizza, alex g, the beatles, violent femmes, the frights +more. my favorite song is the bends by radiohead its so underrated

im crazily into minecraft, id say its a bit of a special interest haha. i hate to admit it but yes i am a mcyt fan... no i am not a supporter of all the controversial shit that goes down in that fandom, that said i do believe in separating the art from the artist. i play java and bedrock but im trying to shift completely to java, so if you want a friend to play w reach out to me :-)

also, id love to enter the minecraft youtube sphere as a creator sometime... so yeah if you want to be a mcyt too reach out! i dont bite (for the most part)

as for art, ive been doing digital art since late 2018, i love it so much. i may or may not post art as im a little nervous of AI getting trained on it or it being reposted.

as for other things about me; i love to meet new people, but dont be offended if i dont respond to you :-) dont spam me or act weird i am not afraid to block. ask me anything i love questions. i am a huge yapper ong bro. the way i relate to people is through personal anecdotes, so if it seems like im shifting the conversation towards being about me, im sorry, i dont mean to do that. like my bio says i am undiagnosed but i suspect and people have told me i have autistic symptoms.

farewell readers o/

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superheroauthor · 11 months ago

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I’m Alive!

Sparky The Superhero’s Story

Chapter Three – Hunting the Vampyre

(Part 2 The Very Bad Dog)

Jack Sprat could eat no fat. His wife could eat no lean. But, together both, They licked the platter clean

Historical, Great Earth

The cab pulled up outside the railway station, the horses in a lather. Even in the late morning the steam from the trains was making the fog denser. You could hardly see five feet in front of you. The sun was battling the smog and losing.

“That will be five shillings, guvnor.”

I got out of the cab. I could see the hopeful look on his face. It was a try on. I did not use cabs often, they were expensive. On the other hand, they were quick and anonymous too. The driver would not remember me. Unless I made it so.

“Huh, here is half a crown and a sixpenny tip,” I told him, offering up three shillings instead of the five.

He winked at me.

“Had to try it on. You could have been one of those rich accountants.”

I don’t think he was looking at me. Just my clothes. He had sized up the price of the fare from the looks of me, not how far we had travelled.

I walked into the station, a truly massive building that once might have been beautiful. It was said to have been the first railway station ever on the planet of Clock.

Marble pillars, a grand archway, waiting rooms for the different sorts of peoples. All now though were black with smut and smoke from the steam engines. Even the train tracks were covered in smut. Those I could see through the smog.

I counted to twenty and walked out. There were cabs here but he was gone. Whether he had caught an immediate fare or was going back to the Bankside for richer pickings I did not care. He was gone and that was all that mattered.

I came out of the station and I went into the café. It hid in a midst of a street of soot black houses. It was half full.

There, her arse gloriously overhanging her seat was the lady who I would dream of tonight. My partner in crime. She was singing a bawdy song about a woman and several sailors.

I went up to the counter. Tucus saw me and light came to his eyes and a little smile.

“What is going on with her?” I nodded backwards.

“Oh, you mean the great big fat lady . . .” I stared at him and he knew he had misspoken. “I mean the lady with the curves? She came in wanting a Roo pie and booze. I keep a bottle under the counter.”

He showed it to me. Ogre Strength gin. That stuff was evil. Drink the whole bottle and you would not get your sight back for two days. Drink two and maybe go blind.

It was back streets gin. The makers would get five stills that worked by clockwork magic and put them in a house. All you had to do was pipe water in and then fill the tray above with the ingredients. After an hour the machine would be ready for you to turn the tap and fill the bottles.

There were two problems, though. The first was you had to take good care of the machines. They operated at intense pressure, being a still of sorts. Also you had to let the steam off or the pressure would built up even higher. If you didn’t maintain the machine or let off the steam, the machine blew up. One of those machines could wreck a whole room when they blew and would could serious injury to anyone in it.

The second problem was the gin was near enough pure alcohol with any flavourings you added to the ingredients. It was strong enough to be dangerous to imbibe.

However, there was a massive demand for it and it was incredibly cheap to make. A bottle would be sold for tuppence. That is ten good shots of gin for two pennies. Down the public house it was a penny a shot for gin that was only slightly better in quality. Slightly better flavour covering the fact it was watered down back streets gin.

Apart from one or two in the café, the lady’s rendition of ‘All The Sailors In The Port’ was going down well. Half the customers were singing along with her.

Tucus pushed a cup of strong java over to me as I watched her. From the house I had the silver stake and the collar. I remembered the information about the tram ticket so did not need that.

“Hey! There he is . . .” and the singing stopped. Hers did anyway, some of the rest of the customers chorused on for a few bars and then stopped. All eyes were on me now. “My tiny little baby doll.”

Me? A tiny little baby doll? A huge eruption of laughter went through the room, maybe at the expression on my face.

“I would fuck you but you are so skinny I think you would snap!” she cried out, way too loudly.

I flicked a gold sovereign up through the air and, as it span, the eyes of the café went to that. A whole sovereign, twenty shillings. This was Whitechapter, a poor area. A man could work weeks, maybe months for a golden pound coin.

A hush had descended over the room so closely that you could heard a washer drop.

“So, you don’t want to come back to my place then?” I asked and whispers started.

She looked at me once, squinting. Some recollection must have come back to her as she let out a giggle.

“You just want to bone me. Make the beast with the two backs.”

Maybe no recollection, just drunken lust.

“Not tonight.”

“You don’t fancy me? You think I’m too fat.” Her fists bunched, her whole body went taut, ready to fight.

“I don’t even know your name but to me you are the most gorgeous creature in the world. Who would want a skinny woman compared to a woman with curves?”

It took a second, maybe a few seconds. I had not said it succinctly enough for her. She was pissed, it took those seconds to catch up.

“Really?”

“You don’t know you are luscious and desirable?” I asked, keeping it short.

“I know! It is just the rest of this world who don’t!”

“I am going back to my room.” I paused. “I like you.” Another pause. “I just want to talk.” Silence. “Tonight.” The whole café was staring right at me again, some shaking their heads. “If you want to talk more, you will have to know where I live.”

She thought it out but now all of the café was getting involved, some urging her to go with me, others warning her it was a trap. A couple of the customers saying sex before marriage was just wrong.

“Just talk,” I told her and left the café.

She caught up with me twenty paces outside, huffing and puffing as she hurried to keep up with me.

“Keep walking. We’ll be followed. Take the alley down here and to the right.”

“Why?”

“I am going to be mugged. I showed hard cash in the wrong place.”

“Don’t worry, this girl can fight. Fuck me gently, you should see my speciality move.”

I wish she had not said that. In this life, I was a virgin. I had only been alive about a year and had no real interest in women, just getting back at the Creators and destroying their minions and abominations.

It was not like when I was a virgin in my real life, when I was an inventor helping out the mechaniks. That had been a raw feeling. I had hated being a virgin. Desperate to have sex. Frantic to know what lovemaking was like. Feeling ashamed for being a virgin when all my friends were not. Not realising they were lying about their conquests and that they were virgins too.

This time it was different. Yes, I did want her. Sex. Maybe. However I wanted that to be just the start. I wanted everything with this woman. With this luscious female, I wanted to fall in love and live happily ever after and I had only met her this day.

Sex without romance, you ask?

I am not a person, see. Actually, I am lots of people, men and women. That is not the point, though. There is no romance in my soul. I feel less than a normal human does.

Some may call me a monster and I might just be that.

“When we get to the alley you go out in front, get to the other end as fast as possible. That will be the safest place to be.”

She did as bid. I heard a low whistle as she passed the half way mark. It was Shunt, a street rat. He sometimes foraged the bins in the alleys. He was warning me he saw something. He was going through a bin right now but was totally aware of what was going on around him

All too soon it became clear. An attacker at either end of the alley.

The attacker my end looked around, he could not see me. He could see the street rat, he could see the lady engaging the other mugger but he could not see me. He raced for the street rat. They are the eyes of the city. He would know where I was at and with a little persuasion, he would give me up.

As he passed me, I came out of the shadows. The cosh hit him in the back of the head, sparks flying. I had not hit him too hard. This was not a professional mugger. This was a local on the lookout for the main chance. A way of maybe getting out of the slums.

He would not be getting up for five minutes. The cosh was like that. Knocked someone unconscious or stunned them. With the magic added it would knock them out every time.

I was expecting the lady to be in trouble but she was not. She laying on top of her opponent and her left hand was slamming the wooden stake into his side, time after time.

As I passed the street urchin I dropped a shilling, one, two, three. Three shillings would be enough to feed him for a while, maybe get him board and lodgings if he wanted it. I could have dropped him a sovereign but that would have only got him killed.

“Thanks, Sparky,” came the whisper.

When I got to her, my lady, I stopped her hand and gave her a hand to get up.

“Oh, I have killed him!” She burst into tears.

I took his hand and felt for a pulse.

“No, he is alive. You beat him up bad but he will survive.”

She looked so grateful to me for finding this out, even though I was lying. Humans find killing difficult. It messes with their heads. Better for this buxom beauty not to know she had just savagely topped a man.

I got her a street away and looked her up and down. Beautiful yes, but with blood on her dress. Could not do much about that. My clothes might fit her but they were in my room. I told her to go to my front door and knock. “When the landlady opens the door give her this sovereign and tell her it is for Sparky’s rent. That will put her in a good mood and she will show you up to my room. Knock once every minute, so I know you are there. I will then open the door for you.”

She asked why I was not going to go through the front door with me. I just smiled and was off.

When I checked the room, all my security measures were in place. I heard a knock. I took the bolt out of the crossbow and fired it to loosen the tension on the string. I then opened the door.

She gave me a little piece of paper and pushed past me into the room, looking at everything with great curiously. I examined the bit of paper. It was a receipt for one pound from the landlady to be deducted from future rent.

My lady, or that is what I hope for, was walking around the room picking things up, looking at my clothes. She even examined the crossbow and took it down from its hooks and sighted it, probably wanting such an item.

I have to say, I ignored her. Just for a bit. I took out the silver stake. Looked normal to me. The silver collar though, I could not understand. It held no strings and could not be used a throwing weapon.

I took out the tiny globe again and it radiated magic all around the collar and then fiercely at one point. There, almost imperceptible, was a tiny stud.

“Sit down and I will tell you what I have learned.” She just stared. I think she was sobering up but maybe she did not trust me yet . . . and that was fair.

I too, did not trust people easily.

In my line, hunter/killer, you had to be careful. There was already a hundred-pound bounty on my head, capture only. That was a truly massive amount, you could buy a street of slum properties with that sort of money. Not a big street but you could.

All the Creators wanted to see what made me tick, literally. Most of them thought I was alive using clockwork magic, which was not true. There was no clockwork in me. My own Creator, Doctor Gory, wanted me back to examine me. She had never made a living creature from a dead one before or since.

“The lady who had these items was a Vampyre hunter.”

“Like me?” The woman asked.

“Before we go on. What is your name.”

“You are Sparky, I am Avalonia. Most people call me Ava,” she said simply. I think she was more trusting since I said the other, the murdered woman, was a hunter of Vampryes.

“Well, Ava, I think this woman took the drug Eternity and became in her own mind, a Goddess. She was hunting creatures as a Goddess. Normally on Eternity, the users still do mundane things from their previous life. Work, clean, eat, sleep. This is so the body of the user does not die. Like with that drug last year that the Cult of the Green Earth people were taking, Ambrosia.”

She was still staring. I was starting to think I had done something wrong.

“Once they took that, they were running through fields, at one with the earth, a part of the planet. Everything was beautiful in the worlds they went to, when taking that drug. It only lasted an hour though. After that they needed another fix. They would do anything for another fix. Give their body to another for sexual purpose, however depraved, steal, even kill. What they did not do is eat. The urge to get another dose overrode the body’s signals saying they needed food. Unless someone else fed them while they were tripping, they usually died.”

“So, this drug factors that in. Makes them do the things the body needs. That is marvellous because this is a one dose drug,” she affirmed.

“Yes, it is a synthetic drug. I think it was made by the drug barons up in Dee. It must have taken a lot of time to carefully make such a special drug.”

“You said they normally do mundane tasks, is Zelda doing things differently?” Her voice was breathy, a single strand of her hair was straying from under her hat in a most delightful fashion.

Zelda? Ah, that was the name of the victim.

“From her dreamworld on the intoxicant, she has given her normal self a hobby of hunting creatures, probably the same creatures she is hunting as a Goddess. It might have given her Goddess-self more information on the creatures to be hunted and how to slay them.”

“Or,” Ava interrupted, pushing the hair back under the hat, “or what she is doing in her dreamworld is so important to her it is bleeding into her own world, giving the body a hobby.”

“Hey, I like that. Good thinking.” It was good thinking, a different way of thinking to mine. “The fact remains she knows the difference between creatures of the undead. She is hunting Vampyres not vampires.”

She just stared at me as if I was pissed.

“I must explain. There are many types of vampires. The different types come from all the myths about their kind on other worlds. In this case it is vampire spelt with a Y instead of an I. In the original myth there were half vampire and half human. The ones on this world however are made out of live humans. This type are weaker than normal vamps. What tells me that . . . Zelda was hunting this type, is the silver. Vampyres with a Y hate silver. It is one of their weaknesses.”

“Don’t all vampires hate silver? It burns them.”

“That is supposedly because it is a pure metal, very pure. I am not sure that is true but it does a lot of damage to this type of vampire. True vampires on this world hate gold, again supposedly the purest of metals.”

“Ah, now I get it. What with the silver stake and collar, it must be that sort of vampire she was hunting. But how do we know that this vampire is that sort. The one who killed her and the others?”

“Mutilation. Normal vampires bite to feed. They half drain their victim of blood and leave. They were made by almost killing them and then weaning them onto blood to bring them back to full life. The sort of vampire she was hunting has been made insane by violence until they are nearly dead and then had blood poured into their bellies by a hose through the mouth. They, like their Creators, are insane. They find a victim, mutilate them, drink half their blood and go back to their den. After committing an act of hideous violence their thoughts are calmed, at least for a while. About a week. After that the insane thoughts of carnage come back to them and they cannot help but commit another atrocity. It is a cycle of madness and brutality.”

“It was a week between each attack . . .” She was looking at me as if I was Godlike. Her breathing was hard and heavy, her bosom rising and falling in the bodice of that dress.

“A silver stake thrust at their chest and pushed in will bleed them to death.” I passed her the metal stake. “If it touches their heart they will explode into dust. If they are bled to death, by taking a limb, their body crumbles leaving only bones with strips of gristly flesh. Zelda had this silver collar. I thought at first you threw it at the Vampyre. Once it went around the neck of a such a creature, the neck would vanish into dust and the rest of the body would die. It is not such a device after all, not like a noose or lariat that needs skills to use. Instead, it is simply thrown and it will close around the throat of the nearest creature. It will do no harm to a human but to a werewolf or a vampire of the type we are hunting it will kill them instantly.”

“So, we have clues now,” she said, reclining on my bed. “It is the same sort of vampire . . . but nothing more.”

I laid the last fact out carefully for Ava: “The ticket. Why was it special? It was recent and a person on Eternity would not have special items, just mundane tasks. I think Zelda had found the creature’s lair and so she was killed.”

My final explanation was to no avail. She was fast asleep.

The next day we got a tram. I had slept on the floor. I did like a large lass but my bed was not broad and she had taken it all up by herself. Sleeping on the floor made no difference to me though. I had slept on the hard ground many a time, during my escape.

It had been worth it. To see her hair in the morning, great blonde tresses, wonderful to behold.

Our destination was to be Finch Green. When we arrived, Ava looked at me as if I knew exactly where to go. I looked around. I had never been here before although I had heard descriptions of the place.

It was all housing, nothing more. A shop here and there to service the houses, a café every few streets.

“Go north.” I finally understood.

You see a Vampyre’s den or nest would be in squalor. It would have a cellar for hiding in during the day. All vampires hated sunlight, whatever the breed. In the daytime they would sleep with their halfbloods. The men and women they had turned. Another weaker form of vampire but one that would follow the traits of its master. A vampire halfblood could go out in the light but tended to stay close to the maker and act as their makers did.

So a Vampyre halfblood would hate silver and a normal vampire halfblood would hate gold.

There were no slums in Finch Green. They were all nice semi-detached houses. They did not have gardens. That would be an extravagance with the amount of room in the city. Only rich people had gardens and then only little ones.

We walked north until we reached the boundary of the city.

“What is your line?” I asked of Ava, enquiring about her employment.

“I am a battery,” was her simple reply.

“You are a what?”

“A battery, a magic battery. When mechaniks use charged tools, they ask me to help. When the tools lose their power, I recharge them. The same for spells and spellcasters. I get a lot of work with the Cult of the Green Earth. They cast spells or think they do. Casting spells means using up a lot of energy in a person’s body. I recharge that energy. I also recharge items when they have run down.”

“I use ‘tricity,” I confided in her. I thought it safe. She was hunting with me. “My hunting skills are with lightning weapons. I am an inventor too. The things I have invented need sparks or lightning or ‘tricity to make them work?”

“Do you do sinus? Are you one of the sinus-tists?” She was breathing heavily again and I did not think it was the walk. She was getting excited.

“At the moment I use clockwork magic and steam. I am as good as a mechanik. To do sinus I would have to see their inventions of designs and diagrams. They are lost to us now. They went down with The Ark.”

“Some of the Creators are supposed to use sinus,” she breathed. “They can use ‘tricity like you.”

I had heard of only one that used that. Doctor Gory, my maker. Oh, she used ‘tricity all right. It had run through my brain for months, maybe even years.

There it was! Past the border of the city.

The border was not a wall or a dome or anything like that. It was a simple line. Past that line, about a mile was a castle.

“We can’t get to that. We cross the line and we are in the wilderness. That’s where the Veterans live.” She was fearful and rightfully so. The Veterans were the wild folk that had not been picked by the punkawathas for learning to be city folk.

I could understand her nervousness. No city person wanted to risk going outside.

The Veterans were savage hunter/gatherers. They were not scared of the wild beasts nor even the abominations like the werewolves. The Veterans had descended from the warriors of the Ark, the armed forces that were supposed to protect the sinus-tists. Or so the myth says.

Not only were the Veterans out there, there was all manner of beasts, natural and unnatural. I had met some when fighting werewolves or zombies or gargoyles. I had met Veterans too but I was just as tough as them.

They called me The Vampire Hunter from back when I chased down and killed Godfrey the Ancient. He was not that ancient, about two hundred years old. The first one created by Otto the Bloodthirsty.

Godfrey had outlived his Creator master and had been hunting the villages for food, drinking deep of any females he found. Godfrey only took women’s blood, never males. He turned a few into halfbloods. Those were the first I killed. This seemed to upset Godfrey for some reason.

After that he was hunting me and I was hunting him. It was like a dance, both of us circling the other, trying to get an advantage.

I had killed Godfrey eventually. I had used a woman as bait.

Don’t look at me like that!

Godfrey did not kill women. Vampires do not drink more than half a victim’s blood. Drinking it all kills a vampire. The young greedy vampires do not last long. When a vampire drinks too deep and the victims die so does the vampire.

He killed males that threatened him but he had never killed a woman. The worse he had done was make them, turn them into halfblood vampires.

The woman did not mind being bait either when I explained. I gave her a sack of tung beans for doing it.

That night, she slowly walked out of her village and sat down with her back to the tree at the cross-paths. Godfrey had descended upon her like an ogre on a goblin. He drank his fill and, all the while, the woman had not made one noise.

When he saw me, he tried to move but he could only do so sluggishly. The woman had drunk guano juice and it was in her bloodstream when the vampire drank. He wobbled, he tried to turn and nearly fell. He raised an arm which was annoying. It got in the way of my sword play and ended up with his arm getting cut off.

I had been going for the beheading but I found this was just as good. Blood pumping furiously out of the stump where his arm had been. I could have beheaded him right there and then but there was no need.

In seconds he died and his flesh fell away from his body. The flesh was turning into dust as it broke away from his body. In less than a minute the only thing remaining was a bleached skeleton.

“We cannot cross. It would be suicide,” I heard from Ava, bringing me back from my thoughts.

The castle may only be a mile away but the second we stepped over the line we would be visible to all the birds, beasts and Veterans on the other side. More so, the monsters.

The monsters created were often put out of the cities by their Creators. If they had no further use for them, or if the monster had not been made correctly, they were abandoned to the wilds. Creators buried their mistakes usually but some, like me, managed to escape. Others were just cast out.

The Veterans had their villages and their warriors to guard them, hunt for them, protect them from the strangest of creatures.

Once a monster was cast out of a city it could no longer see the city from whence it came. That was the magic of the cities, something learnt from the punkawathas, to keep the city folk safe from the Veterans.

The air here was good, the light too. It was far enough away from the trams and the railways so the smog did not descend. Maybe they had better fuel for their fires and their cooking as well, I did not know. Smoke was coming from chimneys but it was not adding to a fog.

The pavements were wide and clean with a strip of grass between them and the roads. Trees were planted every twenty feet on this strip of grass. Tall straight trees with pine like foliage.

Trees in a city were strange. People normally did not trust them. They were of the wilds, something outside, something sinister. Here though they were planted beside the pavement.

“Think it out,” I told her. “Here, there is no tram running to that castle, nor a train, not even one owned by a Creator.”

“A tunnel. It has to be. So, the Creator can pass from the city to her castle.” I deduced.

Nearly all the Creators were female. I did not know why. Maybe it was something to do with reproducing. Again, I did not know.

“Yes, a tunnel. If it were an invisible passage, it would break the magic of this part of the city. It would mean this part of the city would become visible to outsiders. Magic versus magic, loss on both sides. So how do we find this tunnel?” I asked Ava, more to bounce ideas off her rather than expecting a reply.

Ava decided jumping up and down would solve the problem. It did, sort of. It showed us that below was hollow. It also got everyone and their wives staring at us.

I looked in a straight line. A row of houses. A tunnel could curve and wander, that is true. The most effective way of digging one though was in a straight line.

That too was strange. A row of houses, terraced not semi-detached. I walked towards them. Puffing to keep up with me, Ava followed.

I was nearly all the way to the terraced houses when I stopped. I could see them all but nothing was different about any. They were not slum dwellings, they were quite nice. Clean, painted, their window sills not cracked or anything like that .The glass in the windows was not smashed or covered in wood.

“What am I missing?” I asked myself aloud.

I often did this. I was a man who walked alone usually. So, I talked to the man who was most intelligent – me.

“There, just under the roof on the fourth from the left. A blue marking. I have seen that mark before.”

It was only when she pointed it out to me that I saw it. It was shadowed by the roof. A blue marking with lines that ran around each other making the whole look like a blue ball of string.

“That is one of the markings used by the Cult of the Green Earth. It symbolises the universe being connected to all things,” I was informed by Ava.

The Creators did not believe in anything that the Green Earth cultists believed in. Nor did the Cult of the Old Ones that made the punkawathas into gods and prophesied their return.

I did know certain Creators had followers. To hide from sight but give the followers signs of where to go, they did use certain symbols. Could this be one of those?

“I will go in alone,” I told Ava. “This is one of Madame Jenna’s hideouts. Who knows what sort of creatures will be hidden here as guards?”

“But––”

“Madame Jenna tortures people. She is a Creator. That is how she makes her abominations. With most Creators there is more than a little insanity. Jenna, on the other hand, has lost the plot. Add to that a true sadist and you have a very dangerous woman.”

Ava did not look happy.

“I can look after myself, you know.”

My thoughts were different.

I was an unstoppable force. I did not even know if I could die. Fighting was my life. Charging into battle. I was that soldier.

And hunter and hero too, if you come to it. Or bits of me were.

This is how I knew something about everything. I retained knowledge from every single part of me that had ever been used. This included the parts that had been used but had to be discarded as they could not revive.

“You stay here and, when I am sure all is safe, I will put a glow ball in that window.” I pointed to a window below the glyph on the wall.

I then walked away from her. Better this than her meeting an ogre hiding in the house. Or a wolfman. Both of those are nasty. The wolfman is a human trapped inside the body of a wolf. It took a lot skill to make those. They were like the werewolf I killed in Hex. They were upright like humans but with wolf faces and paws. They never changed back into a human form like werewolves did. A werewolf spent three nights as a wolf and the rest of the month as a normal human being. A wolfman was trapped as a man with wolf features.

I calmly walked around to the back of the houses. With my brown bowler hat and silver topped cane I was not out of place in this area. I saw a Crusher and walked the other way for a street then took an alleyway to come back and look at the rear of the buildings.

The Crusher had gone. Walking his beat.

To the back of the house I went: one, two, three, four from the left, now my right. I went to the window and slid in my thin workman’s knife. It cut the sash and I pushed the window up and I was in.

Quiet! A sound like any other. Total peace and quiet. You could not even hear a mouse fart, it was so silent.

In stalking mode now, I checked the rooms. They all had doors leading off. That was not normal. In this sized house it should be living room, dining room, kitchen, maybe a hall. Extra doors should not be leading off the living and dining rooms. That would take them into the next houses, right and left.

I took the left. Again, utter silence. Again, many doors. It was then I caught on.

This was not a terrace of reasonable sized houses. This was a terrace for one long house. One person owned the whole terrace and had converted it. Yes, here was a small workshop, here a study, here a kitchen for cutting up samples and maybe human body parts.

The upstairs would be linked rooms too. All bedrooms? I did not know. It was possible. Creators did have followers.

Madame Jenna had her followers. Many were very unhappy people. They wanted to be something else, something better and Jenna could provide this. She showed the face of a loving, caring Creator who made simple people into creatures that could live forever.

Handsome gentlemen vampires, dragons, powerful demons and devils.

The truth was different, though.

Jenna tortured all she could, twisting them from once normal people into horrific beasts.

She made no dragons, nor demons, nor devils. She simply was not powerful enough. Werewolves that were savage she could do, rather than beasts wanting to run through the countryside. Vampires whose only desire was to mutilate in a vain attempt to rid themselves of their own memories of being tortured. Zombies who hated the living and wanted to spill their blood. Maenads who inspired orgies and when truly insane or totally intoxicated, ripped men to pieces. Wolfmen who could rip out a person’s throat with a single bite.

There a noise! A guard maybe, come from a cellar. It was near the back of the house. Still in stalking mode I quickly made my way to where that noise occurred.

Only to find Ava had been lock-breaking again.

She was in the kitchen looking proud of herself so I did not berate her for not waiting for the all-clear. It would have been safer of course, my way. For her at least.

I told her what I had found.

She gave her take on the situation: “So, this is a small workshop area to make monsters. More below I bet. However, the main place would be the castle.”

“Exactly. When we go below however, we might find the vampire or all manner of beasts to guard that tunnel.”

There were a lot of doors in this long, long building but eventually we found the right one. It looked like all the others but actually opened up to stairs going down to the cellars. It was there we found him, the wolfman.

A beast that was taller than me by a clear foot. It was built on the lines of one of the Crushers. Seven foot tall and powerfully built. Apart from a ragged pair of trousers, it was naked. Fur covered its body from the claws on its feet to the top of its head. Its paws were larger even than a Crusher’s hands and long claws extended from them.

“Good doggy,” I said to him in the voice I used to calm animals. “Good doggy. Want to play fetch the stick?” I showed him my cane.

The wolfman let out a fearsome growl. Doggy apparently did not want to play fetch the stick.

“How do you kill a wolfman?” came a whispered question from Ava. “I have the silver stake.”

“I think that is just werewolves . . .” I pulled the silver collar out of my pocket and threw it him, his elongated jaw snapped at the collar but it was already circling his throat. Nothing happened.

It was annoying him, though. He was snapping at nothing but air. His furry face was showing no pleasure.

“Hit him on the snout with a rolled-up newspaper,” giggled Ava. “I always did that when my dog shat on the carpet.”

The wolfman protested this badinage by lifting his head and howling. That could be a signal, best be moving.

I tapped my head backwards and it knocked my neck support. I pulled the sword pommel from the top of my coat. As it came free, slivers of metal dropped into place, now the handle was in place, now the first half and then it was complete. I gave it a good shake and the last sliver dutifully moved into place, locking it into being a good strong sword.

I took up a two-handed stance. This was a big beasty. Claws flexed, the toothy snout snapped at the air. This creature was psyching himself up for battle.

Ava advanced silver stake in her hand but I pushed her back. She had no chance in a battle like this. She knocked me aside and ran at the beast and leapt. It was a wonder of a leap, five foot she covered until she slammed her body against his, her mass hitting him high on the chest thanks to her leap. The beast stepped back and toppled under her weight.

It was snapping its jaws trying to connect with her flesh but she was ahead of it slamming the silver stake in his side again and again. Her body was at its chest level and its snapping jaws were missing and then slowing and then gasping, blood now leaking from its mouth, its ears, its snout.

It was dying . . . and still the silver stake was being thrust into its side.

“You are a very bad doggy!” She was shouting at the wolfman as it expired.

“Move!” I shouted loudly and she rolled off of it and my blade slashed down beheading it.

“You stole my kill!” She declared angrily.

“It was your kill,” I replied calmly, not wanting to take anything away from her. “I was making sure it never came back . . . as anything. You never know with Creators . . . they can try and cross a wolfman with a vampire and so a beast dies and comes back to life. Always behead any creature you kill.”

“But it was a good kill? That was my special skill, Ava’s Flying Crush. When you are as cuddly as me, you better use it to your advantage.”

“It was a very good kill. I could not have done better myself.”

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02:15 min - 02:30 min

Luca: I think personally though

Luca: I wish him the best

Luca: I hope he does feel better

Luca: You know, I just hope he stops struggling with his mental health - according to his message

... WOW. That is some piss poor wording if I've ever seen it. And his delivery doesn't help at all, damn.

My personal gripes with Luca Kaneshiro (or Java according to Raziel's document) aside, maybe this could have been phrased... A little more thoughtful. And with less pauses.

I understand that he's most likely very shocked at the sudden announcement, but the fact that he or some of the other livers who he said himself he talked to before his stream didn't have the idea to write up a joint statement or something similar is baffling to me (That's Niji's non-existent PR training for ya I guess).

Shu on the other hand handled the situation incredibly well - yes, even though he edited his Youtube community post. He's considerate of Ike's wishes and I respect that.

Meanwhile Luca's statement rings - again, in my own personal opinion - very hollow and insincere.

He walked into this seemingly absolutely unprepared, his many pauses and tone indicating as much (and looking at Shu, being somewhat prepared wasn't impossible by any means) and I get the impression that he neither understands Ike's problems nor in all likelihood takes them all that seriously.

It's one thing to lack the empathy for someone else's situation, but Luca's choice of words was so incredibly poor it's honestly astounding.

You don't just 'stop struggling' with your mental health. Things like depression, PTSD, anxiety issues, burnout etc are a lifelong shackle around your ankle that you're dragging along for the rest of your life in most, if not all cases - even with access to therapy.

And the fact that he added the 'according to his statement' in combination with his tone - - Goodness. Don't even get me started.

Ike's sudden graduation feels like a last resort of sorts. Whether it was something initiated by him or the company is something we'll most likely never know, but I have no doubt that there were severe reasons for this move.

I obviously don't know Ike personally, but I'd like to think he would have liked to inform everyone and said a proper goodbye to his fanbase as well - I just don't think it was a possibility for him at this stage, most likely because of his health.

To put it nicely - Luca's words don't do the situation justice at all.

And I think I'll leave it at that.

For now.

#luca kaneshiro #ike eveland #shu yamino #vtuber #virtual youtuber #en vtuber #nijisanji en #nijien #Nijisanji English #luxiem #vtuber graduation #vtuber clips #Youtube

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Versatility: Java is used across various platforms and industries, from web and mobile applications to large-scale enterprise systems.

High Demand: Java developers are in high demand globally, with numerous job opportunities in diverse sectors.

Community Support: Java has a large, active community, providing extensive resources, libraries, and frameworks to support developers.

Career Advancement: Mastering Java can open doors to advanced career opportunities and higher salary potential.

Criteria for Selecting the Best Java Institute

When choosing a Java training institute, consider the following factors:

Comprehensive Curriculum: A detailed curriculum covering core and advanced Java topics.

Experienced Trainers: Trainers with real-world industry experience.

Hands-on Training: Emphasis on practical, project-based learning.

Placement Assistance: Support for job placement post-training.

Reviews and Reputation: Positive reviews and a strong reputation in the industry.

The Best Java Institute in Mohali: ThinkNEXT Technologies

Overview

ThinkNEXT Technologies is widely regarded as the best institute for learning Java in Mohali. Known for its excellence in IT training, ThinkNEXT Technologies offers a comprehensive Java course designed to equip students with the skills needed to excel in the industry.

Why ThinkNEXT Technologies?

1. Comprehensive Curriculum

ThinkNEXT Technologies offers a well-structured curriculum that covers all aspects of Java programming, from the basics to advanced topics. The course includes:

Introduction to Java

Object-Oriented Programming (OOP) Concepts

Java Syntax and Semantics

Exception Handling

Java Collections Framework

File I/O and Serialization

Multi-threading and Concurrency

Java Database Connectivity (JDBC)

Java Server Pages (JSP) and Servlets

Spring Framework and Hibernate

Java EE (Enterprise Edition)

Real-world Project Work

2. Experienced Trainers

ThinkNEXT Technologies boasts a team of highly experienced trainers who are experts in Java. These trainers bring real-world experience into the classroom, ensuring that students not only learn theoretical concepts but also understand their practical applications.

3. Hands-on Training

ThinkNEXT Technologies emphasizes hands-on training, allowing students to work on real-world projects and case studies. This practical approach helps students gain the confidence and skills needed to tackle real challenges in their careers.

4. Placement Assistance

One of the standout features of ThinkNEXT Technologies is its strong placement assistance. The institute has tie-ups with numerous companies and provides dedicated support to help students secure job placements after completing the course.

5. Positive Reviews and Reputation

ThinkNEXT Technologies has received rave reviews from former students and holds a stellar reputation in the industry. Testimonials often highlight the institute’s effective teaching methods, supportive staff, and successful placement record.

Conclusion

Choosing the right institute for learning Java can significantly impact your career trajectory. ThinkNEXT Technologies stands out as the best Java institute in Mohali, offering a comprehensive curriculum, experienced trainers, hands-on training, and excellent placement assistance. Whether you’re a beginner looking to start your journey in programming or an experienced professional seeking to upgrade your skills, ThinkNEXT Technologies is the ideal choice to master Java and advance your career.

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Why Code with TLS is the Best Place to Learn Android App Development

In today’s fast-paced digital world, Android App Development has become one of the most in-demand skills. With millions of Android users globally, the opportunities for skilled developers are endless. If you’re looking to kickstart or advance your career in Android development, Code with TLS is the perfect place to begin your journey.

At Code with TLS, we believe that learning Android App Development should be practical, engaging, and career-focused. Our courses are designed to take you from a beginner to a confident app developer, even if you have no prior programming experience. We cover everything from the basics of Java and Kotlin to advanced Android frameworks, ensuring you gain industry-relevant skills that employers are looking for.

One of the key reasons why Code with TLS stands out as a Tech Course Provider is our hands-on teaching approach. Instead of just theoretical lessons, you’ll build real-world apps, work on live projects, and get personal feedback from experienced mentors. This project-based learning ensures that you not only understand the concepts but also know how to apply them practically.

Another major advantage of learning Android App Development with Code with TLS is the access to expert trainers. Our instructors are industry professionals with years of real-world experience. They stay updated with the latest trends in Android technology and pass that knowledge directly to you, helping you stay ahead in the competitive market.

We also understand that every learner is different. That’s why Code with TLS offers flexible learning modes — including online live classes, recorded sessions, and mentorship support. Whether you’re a college student, a working professional, or someone looking to switch careers, you’ll find a program that fits your schedule and learning style.

Plus, with our strong focus on career outcomes, we don’t just stop at teaching you Android App Development. We also offer resume building, interview preparation, and placement assistance to help you land your dream job.

When it comes to learning Android App Development effectively, choosing the right training provider makes all the difference. With our expert faculty, hands-on projects, personalized support, and industry-ready curriculum, Code with TLS proudly stands as the best place to master Android development.

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*the other Exorcists are helping Lute get ready for her date, Adam walks in wearing his Exorcist robes and has his mask under one arm and a java chip frappuccino in his other hand*

Adam: I thought only Lute was off for the day since she is going on a date.

*the Exorcists crowded around Adam telling him that they wanted Lute to look nice for Cain since he was the son of their favorite commander*

Adam: I thought you were only going to play paintball and getting burgers.

Lute: I am sir and I told them that training is important because even if Extermination Day is no longer a thing, we still have to guard Heaven against possible rebellions especially since Lilith was on the run.

*Adam didn’t like to be reminded of the very real possibility that Lilith may try to overthrow Lucifer and use her voice to again stir up rebellion, the last rebellion was why the growing population of Hell became an issue and Extermination Day came to be*

Adam: You are right to be concerned, but I guess it wouldn’t harm anyone if you had been helped to get ready for a date. You should have fun Danger Tits.

Lute: Thank you sir.

*Lute arrived in Hell, she didn’t really have anyone bother her since very few saw her outside her uniform, she smiled a little when she saw Cain*

Lute: Hey.

Cain: Hey yourself, you look nice.

*Lute was wearing a black and white dress with her makeup fixed up, she thought it was silly to look like this since they would have to change clothes for paintball, but she had to admit she liked the compliment*

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Artificial Intelligence: Transforming the Future of Technology

Introduction: Artificial intelligence (AI) has become increasingly prominent in our everyday lives, revolutionizing the way we interact with technology. From virtual assistants like Siri and Alexa to predictive algorithms used in healthcare and finance, AI is shaping the future of innovation and automation.

Understanding Artificial Intelligence

Artificial intelligence (AI) involves creating computer systems capable of performing tasks that usually require human intelligence, including visual perception, speech recognition, decision-making, and language translation. By utilizing algorithms and machine learning, AI can analyze vast amounts of data and identify patterns to make autonomous decisions.

Applications of Artificial Intelligence

Healthcare: AI is being used to streamline medical processes, diagnose diseases, and personalize patient care.

Finance: Banks and financial institutions are leveraging AI for fraud detection, risk management, and investment strategies.

Retail: AI-powered chatbots and recommendation engines are enhancing customer shopping experiences.

Automotive: Self-driving cars are a prime example of AI technology revolutionizing transportation.

How Artificial Intelligence Works

AI systems are designed to mimic human intelligence by processing large datasets, learning from patterns, and adapting to new information. Machine learning algorithms and neural networks enable AI to continuously improve its performance and make more accurate predictions over time.

Advantages of Artificial Intelligence

Efficiency: AI can automate repetitive tasks, saving time and increasing productivity.

Precision: AI algorithms can analyze data with precision, leading to more accurate predictions and insights.

Personalization: AI can tailor recommendations and services to individual preferences, enhancing the customer experience.

Challenges and Limitations

Ethical Concerns: The use of AI raises ethical questions around data privacy, algorithm bias, and job displacement.

Security Risks: As AI becomes more integrated into critical systems, the risk of cyber attacks and data breaches increases.

Regulatory Compliance: Organizations must adhere to strict regulations and guidelines when implementing AI solutions to ensure transparency and accountability.

Conclusion: As artificial intelligence continues to evolve and expand its capabilities, it is essential for businesses and individuals to adapt to this technological shift. By leveraging AI's potential for innovation and efficiency, we can unlock new possibilities and drive progress in various industries. Embracing artificial intelligence is not just about staying competitive; it is about shaping a future where intelligent machines work hand in hand with humans to create a smarter and more connected world.

Syntax Minds is a training institute located in the Hyderabad. The institute provides various technical courses, typically focusing on software development, web design, and digital marketing. Their curriculum often includes subjects like Java, Python, Full Stack Development, Data Science, Machine Learning, Angular JS , React JS and other tech-related fields.

For the most accurate and up-to-date information, I recommend checking their official website or contacting them directly for details on courses, fees, batch timings, and admission procedures.

If you'd like help with more specific queries about their offerings or services, feel free to ask!

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Where to start. Sweep of September air from the door. Blinking cursor. What are you taking this semester? he asks. Sustainable sourcing, fair trade, organic. Java, mocha. Enamel on wood panel, 12 x 12 inches. From Kenya and Sumatra. Welcome to Fox Point. Perhaps the coffee will be just as good as the last time. She looks down at the half-eaten miniature Boston cream donut on the fluted baking paper. French 2. What is Enlightenment. Digital Media in the Time of Ecological Crisis. Regular milk? Regular milk. And Bakhtin and the Political Present. Flyers litter the bulletin board. Where to start. There is a wide range of freshly roasted single origin beans. And the coffee is made in a wide variety of ways. And the interior is warm and eclectic. There is ample seating and there are large windows and there are rounded grooves in the scuffed wall paneling. There are racks of magazines, and frosted glass pendant lamps in yellow and blue. It’s a relaxing atmosphere. Hiss of the steamer. Paper cups with dimpled brown sleeves. Stretched burlap in the window. The steam rises steadily. Where to sit. Waste of time. Write what you know. Listen, the coffee is organic and it taste very good. It is pure and hot and strong. It can always stand alongside friendship. Song from the sixties: refrain, elegy, churchyard, string quartet. Panned hard left and right. Simple, separate people. He writes on Twitter: Does anyone else feel like a ghost? I have had the privilege of trying the finest cafés in Korea, Japan, and all around Asia, but I’d say Coffee Exchange would be the best as far as Lattes are concerned. And honestly this is one of my favorite coffee shops, due to the quality and the variety. Ideal for a date, perfect for studying or working, and superb for simply enjoying your cup of coffee. No one would be disappointed. The hardest part is getting to the starting point, he says. I finished training last week. My first day is Monday. It’s one block of Williams, on the south side. Four more streets below that, between Benefit and Governor—John, Arnold, Transit, and Sheldon. From John to Sheldon it’s Thayer, Brook, Hope, and East, and all those tiny streets in between, names I can’t remember. It might seem impossible to learn your route at first but the jump in your knowledge from the first time to the second will be dramatic. That’s what I’ve generally found to be true for people. Close the laptop. Sakura means cherry blossom, smile, open mouth. The summer was long. I was away for six weeks, she says. Six weeks? I would read in the mornings. I would write long letters. I would wander, disquieted, along the avenues, under the linden trees. 3 bedroom, 1 full bath apartment on the second floor of a mixed-use building on Wickenden Street. Large open kitchen with granite counter top, spacious bedrooms, modern full bath, central air and in-unit laundry. Unruhig. Restlessly? But I have been sleeping well. Or I’ve been sleeping late. As the days get shorter it becomes easier to fall in love with shadows. Stirring in raw sugar, one packet. Oh, such a good book, he says. What did you think? The main thing is that everything happens at the right time. And that is grace. That is providence. The twentieth remove: here was mercy on both hands. Here was the benevolence of friends. Do you see a thousand little Motes and Atomes wand’ring up and down in a Sun-beam? That is preservation, and that is government. And in these providence consists. Such a good book. And when you start reading it, you notice little things about the city. The book club meets once a month, depending on the book. Always in person. And you notice little things, like the way the white cross on the church aligns with the windowpane and is split by shadow as the sun dips below the buildings. A picture held us captive, and we could not get outside of it, for it lay in our language. Where to start. Cross the room and sit by the window. Wer jetzt kein Haus hat, baut sich keines mehr. Wer jetz allein ist, wird es lange bleiben. We are served our coffees, and the steam rises steadily.

Exhibition text for Jesse Sullivan: Coffee Shop, Drama Gallery, Brooklyn, NY

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datasciencewithpythonemexo · 7 months ago

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Spring Boot Interview Questions: Prepare for Success

Spring Boot has become one of the most popular frameworks in the Java ecosystem, streamlining robust and scalable web application development. Whether you’re a seasoned developer or just getting started, acing a Spring Boot interview can be a significant milestone in your career. To help you prepare effectively, here are the latest Spring Boot interview questions that will test your knowledge and give you a deeper understanding of how the framework works. These questions will be beneficial if you're pursuing a Spring Boot Certification Training Course at eMexo Technologies, in Electronic City Bangalore.

1. What is Spring Boot, and how is it different from Spring Framework?

This is a fundamental question that often appears in Spring Boot interviews. Spring Boot is an extension of the Spring Framework to simplify the development process. It eliminates the need for extensive XML configuration and provides default configurations to facilitate rapid application development. Spring Framework requires developers to configure components manually, while Spring Boot auto-configures them.

By understanding this, you can highlight how Spring Boot training in Electronic City Bangalore at eMexo Technologies helps developers focus more on writing business logic rather than dealing with complex configurations.

2. What are the main features of Spring Boot?

Spring Boot stands out due to several features:

Auto-Configuration: Automatically configures your application based on the libraries on the classpath.

Embedded Servers: It allows the deployment of web applications on embedded servers like Tomcat, Jetty, and Undertow.

Spring Boot Starters: Pre-configured templates that simplify dependency management.

Spring Boot CLI: A command-line interface that allows you to develop Spring applications quickly.

Actuator: Monitors and manages application performance.

These features make Spring Boot an attractive option for developers, which is why the best Spring Boot training institute in Electronic City Bangalore emphasizes hands-on experience with these functionalities.

3. What is the role of @SpringBootApplication in Spring Boot?

The @SpringBootApplication annotation is a core part of Spring Boot, often referred to as the ‘meta-annotation.’ It is a combination of three annotations:

@Configuration: Marks the class as a configuration class for Spring Beans.

@EnableAutoConfiguration: Enables Spring Boot’s auto-configuration feature.

@ComponentScan: Scans the components within the specified package.

This annotation is crucial to understanding Spring Boot’s internal architecture and its ability to simplify configuration.

4. What is Spring Boot Starter, and how is it useful?

A Spring Boot Starter is a set of pre-configured dependencies that simplify the inclusion of libraries in your project. For instance, spring-boot-starter-web includes everything you need for web development, like Spring MVC, embedded Tomcat, and validation support.

Starters save a lot of time, as they eliminate the need to find and include individual dependencies manually. When studying at eMexo Technologies, you’ll get an in-depth look at the variety of Spring Boot Starters available and their importance in building scalable applications.

5. What is a Spring Boot Actuator, and how is it used?

Spring Boot Actuator provides production-ready features to help monitor and manage your Spring Boot application. It offers a wide array of tools like health checks, metrics, and auditing endpoints. The actuator allows you to easily monitor application performance, which is a crucial aspect of microservices-based applications.

6. What are Microservices, and how does Spring Boot help in building them?

Microservices are small, independent services that work together in a larger application. Each service is responsible for a specific business functionality and can be developed, deployed, and maintained independently. Spring Boot simplifies the development of microservices by providing tools like Spring Cloud and Spring Boot Actuator.

7. How does Spring Boot handle dependency injection?

Dependency Injection (DI) is a key feature of the Spring Framework, and Spring Boot uses it to manage object creation and relationships between objects automatically. In Spring Boot, DI is usually handled through annotations like @Autowired, @Component, and @Service.

8. How can you configure a Spring Boot application?

Spring Boot applications can be configured in multiple ways:

application.properties or application.yml files.

Using the @Configuration classes.

Via command-line arguments.

Environment variables.

9. What are profiles in Spring Boot, and how are they used?

Profiles in Spring Boot allow developers to create different configurations for different environments. For example, you can have one profile for development, one for testing, and one for production. You can specify which profile to use by setting it in the application.properties file or as a command-line argument.

10. What are the limitations of Spring Boot?

Despite its many benefits, Spring Boot has some limitations:

Lack of control over auto-configuration can sometimes lead to unexpected behaviors.

Increased memory usage due to embedded servers.

Limited flexibility in large-scale applications that require extensive custom configuration.

Addressing these limitations demonstrates that you have a well-rounded understanding of the framework and can make informed decisions about when and where to use it.

11. How does Spring Boot handle security?

Spring Boot simplifies security through Spring Security, which can be easily integrated into your application. By adding the spring-boot-starter-security dependency, you can configure authentication and authorization in a few lines of code. You can also customize login, registration, and session management features.

12. What is the role of the Spring Initializr in Spring Boot?

The Spring Initializr is an online tool used to generate Spring Boot projects. It allows developers to choose the dependencies and configuration options before downloading the skeleton code. This tool speeds up the initial setup phase, saving time and effort.

In conclusion, being well-prepared for Spring Boot interviews is crucial, especially in a competitive job market. Whether you're taking a Spring Boot course in Electronic City Bangalore or aiming for Spring Boot Certification Training, knowing these key concepts will give you the edge you need. At eMexo Technologies, you’ll receive hands-on training, not just theory, preparing you to answer interview questions and excel in your career confidently.

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The Value of a BCA Degree: Is It Worth Pursuing?

In the rapidly evolving landscape of technology and business, the Bachelor of Computer Applications (BCA) degree has emerged as a popular choice for students aiming to carve out a career in the IT sector. As technology continues to influence every aspect of our lives, the demand for skilled professionals in the field has never been higher. But is a BCA degree truly worth pursuing? Let’s explore the benefits and considerations to help you determine if this path aligns with your career goals.

What is a BCA Degree?

A Bachelor of Computer Applications (BCA) is a three-year undergraduate program designed to provide students with a strong foundation in computer science and applications. The curriculum typically covers programming languages, software development, database management, networking, and other core areas of IT. In addition to technical skills, BCA programs often include training in problem-solving and project management.

Benefits of Pursuing a BCA Degree

Foundation in IT Skills: The BCA program equips students with essential IT skills, including proficiency in programming languages like Java, C++, and Python. This foundation is crucial for any career in technology and prepares students for various technical roles.

Diverse Career Opportunities: Graduates of BCA programs can pursue a wide range of careers in IT and related fields. Job roles such as software developer, web developer, system analyst, and network administrator are just a few examples. Additionally, the skills gained from a BCA degree can also be applicable in sectors such as finance, healthcare, and education.

Gateway to Advanced Studies: For those interested in further specialization, a BCA degree can serve as a stepping stone to advanced degrees such as a Master’s in Computer Applications (MCA) or a Master’s in Business Administration (MBA). These advanced degrees can open doors to higher-level positions and increased earning potential.

Practical Experience: Many BCA programs emphasize practical experience through internships, projects, and industry collaborations. This hands-on approach helps students gain real-world experience, making them more attractive to potential employers.

Growing Demand for IT Professionals: The tech industry continues to expand globally, and the demand for skilled IT professionals is on the rise. A BCA degree can provide a competitive edge in a job market that increasingly values technological expertise.

Considerations Before Pursuing a BCA Degree

Cost and Duration: While a BCA degree is often less expensive than a four-year engineering degree, it’s still a financial commitment. It’s important to weigh the cost of tuition against the potential return on investment in terms of job opportunities and salary.

Job Market Saturation: In some regions, the job market for IT professionals can be competitive. It’s important to research local job markets and employment trends to ensure that there are sufficient opportunities available.

Interest in IT: A BCA degree requires a strong interest in technology and computer science. If you’re not passionate about these fields, you might find the coursework challenging and less engaging.

Long-Term Career Goals: Consider how a BCA degree aligns with your long-term career goals. If you aim to work in highly specialized or advanced IT roles, you may need additional qualifications or experience beyond a BCA degree.

Alternative Paths: There are various alternative paths to a career in IT, such as coding bootcamps, certifications, and online courses. These alternatives can sometimes offer a more flexible or cost-effective route to entering the tech industry.

RERF , while primarily known for its research on radiation exposure and health effects, is not directly related to educational institutions like BCA colleges. However, for students interested in a Best BCA college in Kolkata, the city offers several reputable options that provide a solid foundation in computer applications and technology. These colleges prepare students for diverse IT careers and often include advanced research opportunities in their curriculum. If you're looking to pursue a BCA in Kolkata, you'll find institutions that can equip you with the skills needed for a successful career in the tech industry.

Conclusion

The Bachelor of Computer Applications (BCA) degree offers a solid foundation in computer science and opens doors to numerous career opportunities in the technology sector. For those with a passion for IT and a desire to work in a rapidly growing field, the BCA degree can be a worthwhile investment. However, it's essential to consider your personal interests, career goals, and the job market in your area before making a decision. By carefully evaluating these factors, you can determine if a BCA degree aligns with your aspirations and offers the value you’re seeking in your educational and professional journey.

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Why Choose Softcrayons Tech Solutions for your Java course?

Java is one of the best programming languages in the world ,and mastering it can open up a wide range of career opportunities in software development. Softcrayons Tech Solutions offers a comprehensive Java course designed for beginners and experienced programmers alike. Our course provides a deep understanding of Java programming concepts, hands-on experience, and a globally recognized certificate.

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The Months in Between chapter 11

CHAPTER 11

The next morning Uncle Wade is making pancakes for the boys as they wait for Allen to pick them up. Ember is sipping at her lava java that Wade brewed perfectly for her. She is enjoying watching Wade interact with his nephews. With his cute, goofy smile cracking bad jokes at the kiddos because they are easily amused. She sighs and thinks he'd be a great dad one day. She then wonders what if Wade doesn't think that of way himself? Because of his dad passing and how he has regrets.

"Babe you okay?" Wade noticed her deep in thought.

His Nephews make fun of him, "Oooo Babeee, He he he."

Wade frowns at them slightly, "Drink your OJ."

Ember with the mug to her face goes, "Yes babe I'm fine." She then watches Wade as she sips her coffee.

Marco and Polo chuckle, "OoooOOOOoooooo."

Wade is getting annoyed that he and Ember are trying to have a moment but their are kids here. "Kids, eat your breakfast!"

"Yes Uncle Wade."

Ember hears a knock at the door, "That must be Allen. Want me to get it?"

Seeing as Wade is in the middle of cooking. "Yes please."

Ember answers the door to see Eddy.

"Hii" She says like the first time they met.

Ember moves out of the way to let her in, "Good morning. How was your date last night?"

"Oh wonderful and long over due. Allen told me we interrupted yours. I'm sorry."

"Don't be it was actually fun."

"Well then I'll never feel bad about you two babysitting."

"MOMMY!!" The kid yells and run up to her. "We had so much fun with Uncle Wade and Auntie Ember. Auntie Ember is so warm."

Eddy gives Wade and Ember a look like did you get hurt?

Wade assures her, "Have a special foil blanket that's water and fire proof."

Ember says bye to Marco and Polo then the boys along with Eddy leave.

Wade swings his arms back and forth and asks Ember, "So you ready to hit the town for our date?"

Ember smiles brightly at him. "You bet!"

New date montage! It's a beautiful sunny day in Element City. Wade is surprising Ember with a date at the art museum. Wade and Ember are dressed a bit nicer. Wade has a button down collar pink shirt. Ember is wearing a one piece bright green dress that flows a bit more then her usual skirt. Ember has no hoodie to cover her head. She doesn't need to. She feels no shame in who she is, especially with Wade at her side.

The couple are riding the Wetro to the museum. The train hits a bump and Ember falls into Wade's arms and chest. Not that he didn't have his hand on her back already. Wade smiles down at her and she smiles back at him. She lays her head on his chest. The PDA isn't too awkward for the other train goers but some do stare. Wade and Ember don't care though.

Inside the art museum. Ember is staring up at a giant painting of a vivisteria tree. Her face brightens up and she feels like she's five years old again in her excitement. She moves a little closer to the painting but has a respectful distance like any other art observer. Wade is right next to her but then looks over at an old hang of a Water women talking to two security guards pointing angrily right at them. The security guards, both Water, look at Ember and Wade. Ember doesn't have a clue this is going on as she marvels at the art in front of her. Wade with a worried look on his face, sees them, and puts his arm around her back. He then watches the security guards say something to the old hang and she Karen stomps away. The security guards shake their heads and one of them give a thumbs up to Wade. Ember looks to the opposite direction of the guards and grabs Wade's hand pulling him to gawk at the next art piece. Wade almost looses his footing and smiles as she drags him along the museum like a little kid.

It's early afternoon and the couple just finished their trip at the art museum. Wade points over to the familiar photo booth from one of their first dates and wiggles his eyebrows. Ember just shakes her head and points to her face as if to say my light will over expose the pictures again. Wade then pulls out a roll of black tape signifying that he'll cover up the flash. Next scene Wade pulls the curtain back. Ember steps out first with the photos in hand. She has a sly look on her face as she eyes Wade behind her. He looks like a drunkin' love struck sailor and almost loosing his footing again. Ember shows him the photos. She has a hand over her mouth giggling as he looks at the photos and fist pumps a YES!

Closer to late afternoon. The couple are at the open air cafe sitting on the steps this time. They are watching a band play. Wade takes a gulp of his pink drink. Ember has a fire drink in her hand and sees Wade leaning over. She does a quick kiss to his cheek near his lips. Wade looks over at her with an "oh?" expression on his face as he watches his girlfriend. Ember puckers then smacks her lips with a "yum!" and smiles at Wade. She finally got to taste the pink drink. Wade and Ember both laugh right as a bunch of Elements get up to dance at the band playing. Wade with a coy look on his face offers his hand to Ember. She playfully rolls her eyes but happily takes his hand. They dance with each other and not as dorky as last time too. Wade is splashing a bit and Ember is releasing some flares but not enough to make anyone around them uncomfortably. Wade is so happy he gets to hold Ember's hand this time a twirl her around as he beautiful light glows. The music slows down. Wade pulls Ember into his chest in an embrace similar to when they were stuck in the hearth but this time they are much happier. Together they cast a rainbow light that awes the other Elements in the area.

The sun is setting. We see Wade and Ember crossing the Mineral Lake bridge. The stop right above the spot where they first touched then they kiss each other against the rail.

It's night and back at Wade's place. The pair are in Wade's room. Other then Ember, the only other light source in the room is the oil lamp Wade got from her as a gift. They are sitting on the edge of the bed. Wade softly speaks first but isn't showing any nerves.

"I had a really wonderful time with you today." He says looking into her eyes.

"Me too." She sighs, "It's been a perfect day."

Wade still smiling with a dreamy expression looks away. He's so content even with his thoughts bubbling.

Ember seeing this and moves intimately closer to him. She moves her hand through his waves to the back of his head. Their chemistry in perfect sync the whole time and it causes soft steam to rise. Never in a million years did Ember think she would be able to touch water like this or find a loving soulmate as amazing as Wade. Her face just inches from his face she whispers. "What are you thinking about?"

Wade smiles and doesn't verbally answer her but gently takes his hands to her face and kisses her, well more like Firish kisses her, for a little bit. Wade eventually pulls away to for them to catch their breath. "That's what I'm thinking about." He whispers.

Wade is loving this effect he is having on his girlfriend. Ember just barely gets some composer to flirt back with him. "Really? That's all?"

Wade softly giggles and flirts back, "Oh I got like a tide wave emotions I'd like to show you." Ending with his dorky grin and half lid eyes.

Ember playfully rolls her eyes and slightly shakes her head at the pun then gives one back. "Well I got a burning desire to find out."

Wade pulls back looking a little serious. He then turns and reaches for something on the night stand. He grabs it and turns back around to look Ember in the eye with a soft smile. In the palm of his hand is the lasor bark. Ember places her hand on the bark. As she does Wade puts his other hand on top of hers. He whispers, "Wait... Before you take it. There is something I want you to know..."

Ember looks him in the eye a bit concerned but then when she sees his soft smile her concern melts away.

He continues, "If this should fail, I'm going to do whatever it takes to support you because I love you so much and I'm not going anywhere." He then moves his hand away from the bark to gentle hold her cheek.

Ember leans in to his touch. She already knew this about Wade but hear him say it out loud has brought more comfort to the both of them. "I love you too, thank you." She whispers. Then she takes the bark.

Much time has past and the steam finally starts to clear in Wade's room. It's pillow talk for the two young lovers. Ember lays naked comfortably on top of Wade's bare chest. His arm on her back while his other is behind his head as he looks up smiling at Ember's beautiful light laying across the ceiling. The foil blanket just discreetly covering their bottom half. They both take a deep breath in and dream sigh out.

Wade gentle asks, "How are you feeling?" As he gently rubs his finger tips across her shoulder.

Ember sighs and admits, "A little sore but wonderful." She snuggling in to his chest a bit more. He was fully aware first times are not very pleasant for women and is so humbled to have shared this with her. He was trying his best to make her feel comfortable despite how crazy it was driving him. It was well worth it and his girlfriend seem to enjoy it.

Wade thinks for a bit then says out loud, "I can't wait to do this everyday."

Ember laughs and lifts her head to look at him, "Hey, whoa now. I'm not sure about every day. There are a few days a month we can't."

Wade lifts his head up to look at her confused then realize what he said, "Hmm? Oh! Actually, that wasn't what I was talking about." He then hugs her close and flirtatious says, "Though that's a nice idea too."

Ember laughs and hugs him back as he continues. "I mean this. Laying in each other arms. You being the first thing I wake up to every day. I love this. I love you."

Ember just keeps hugging him tight in a agreement with a big smile across her face. "I love you too." She then asks him, "Yeah but am I too hot? Won't you loose too much of your water each night if we're this close?"

Wade in disagreement, "Pfft, Nah." As he says this though he lets his left leg hang over the bed to touch some water that's on the floor. He uses his foot to soak up some more water for himself.

Ember has her arm laying across his left ribcage and somehow feels the water he is soaking up. She then playfully starts to tickle his left hip. "Oh yeah what's this?"

Wade gets into a giggling fit with his low voice as he tries to roll away from her. It's one of the cutest things Ember as ever heard from him."Hey! No stop ha ha ha." He pleads.

Ember laughs as she sits up. "Oh you're ticklish now?"

"Oh yeah!" Wade thinks he can get her back and starts trying to tickle her stomach.

Not that Ember isn't ticklish herself she is just very good as hiding it. She gives him a sly look just like when he first tried to make her cry and failed. Wade droops down realizing he has failed then tries her cheeks. "Here?"

"Nope." She replies with a strait face.

"Here?" He tries behind her knees.

She smiles at his attempt but is not laughing, "Uh uh."

Wade then changes tactics and pulls her up close to his face inches away from her lips. It surprises her and she releases loud cute gasp as he hold herself up on his chest. He then softly tells her, "Oh I'm sure I can find it somewhere."

Ember flirtatious raises her eyebrows and whispers, "Somewhere." Then starts kissing him.

Both are enjoying this new level of intimacy they are sharing with each other and maybe an extra piece of bark or two.

The morning sun is just barely peaking through the curtains of Wade's room. Ember lays on her side of the bed and Wade snuggles up behind her in a spoon. His face nuzzled into her shoulder. They are both just barely waking up with their eyes still closed. Wade is trying to cuddle harder. Ember has a soft giggle to this and sleepily asks, "Wade, what are you doing?"

Wade just whispers into her shoulder with a smile, "Tìshók'"

Ember with her eyes still closed softly laughs as she partially turns towards him. His face is now in the nook of her neck right up against her cheek. She does a large and happy sigh out. Wade just continues to smiling with his eyes close. Both are starting to wake but neither of them want to get up and end this bliss. Even though they are two weeks away from waking up like this everyday, this right here is just too special to end. Ember is the first to open her eyes to look over at her lover. She puts her hand up to his check and strokes it with her thumb. Her other hand interlocked with his at her belly. Her eyebrows frown a bit, glows a blush yellow in her face, but she is casting her beautiful light. She is about to say something but then Wade's phone starts ringing. He groans as he rolls over to his side of the bed to reach for the phone on his nightstand.

"Hi Mom." He answers. "Agh, okay thank you for the heads up. Safe travels. Love you too." Wade hangs up the phone and dramatic lays back on the bed with a large groan. He looks like he is melting.

Ember is amused by his tantrum. She leans her head on his chest, "What's wrong? You're nephews coming over again?"

"No worse! My mom's flight got moved up. Her and Lake will be home just before noon. AGH!"

Ember laughs and snuggles into his chest. "So dramatic. It's not like we won't do this again or anything." Wade hugs her with tears forming in his eyes. She is right but still he's upset. "I'll go brew us some coffee." She tires to get up but Wade pulls her back onto the bed with him. She shrieks and lands back down into his arms. "WADE!" She screams laughing.

"Don't go! I'll get too cold and I'll miss you. Just a few more hours please?" Wade trying to make excuses to keep Ember in his arms. You can't blame him though.

It's late afternoon and Ember is on the wetro riding home to Firetown. She's holding onto a handle hanging from the ceiling the other arm holding her backpack over her shoulder. She is standing in one of the newly installed no splash zones with a dreamy look on her face thinking about how amazing her weekend was. She like Wade didn't want to go but she had already planned on getting back on Sunday to tidy up some errands before finishing her last week at the welding job. She also has the challenge of making her weekend not look too good in front of her parents. They probably missed her a lot.

Business at the Fireplace has been doing so well that Flarrietta and Flarry are able to have the Shop closed on Sundays. Ember enters and the door does it's usually chime. She thought it would be enough to get her parents attention upstairs but it didn't. She does hear the two of them giggling at each other. Confused Ember goes "Hello?"

"AY YAHHH!!" Bernie yells.

"Bernie! Quiet!" Cinder is the first to run down the stairs to greet her daughter, awkwardly. "Heyyy. My beautiful daughter is home.. early... Is everything fine? How was your weekend?"

A wide eyed Ember awkwardly answers, "It was great mom, ha ha. Did you forget I was stopping home to do laundry and get ready for work tomorrow?" She is putting two and two together thinking that she must of interrupted something.

Bernie comes down stairs next all overly excited like he was trying to hide something. "Oh! You're here! How was your weekend?" Bernie has a huge grin on his face and hands up in the air trying not to be suspicious. It isn't working.

Ember pauses looking back and forth between the two of them, "Great. Just awesome." With a raised eyebrow she then asks, "And how was yours?"

They both smile big with a thumbs up. "Great! Just a lovely, calming, relaxing weekend."

Ember laughs. "I'm glad to see you two enjoying your retirement."

Bernie says as he turns to Wife. "Me too and we are feeling much better about being empty nesters soon." Bernie then turn towards Ember and takes her hands. "My daughter, I am proud to see you follow you dreams and I know we will all be okay on your journey soon."

"Thank you Àshfá." Ember says with a smile and gives him a hug. "Well I better take care of this laundry." She turns and walks up the stairs. As she is far enough away she over hears her mom tell her dad.

"And I need to take care of this keymaster." Cinder tells her husband. Ember can hear her father give off a deep laugh. Oh they are going to be just fine when she moves out.

Author's Note: If you think that was romantic oh just you wait. Listen to the artist No Doubt song titled "Running" and tell me that would not make a great date montage song in Ember's perspective. Next and last chapter next week. :,(

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