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bucky-barnes-diaries · 2 years

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Day 30 — Double Penetration

Pairing || Beefy!CatholicPriest!Bucky x Inexperienced!Innocent!Virgin!Female!Reader

Word Count || Around 4400

Contents & Warnings || Smut, Dark/Taboo Themes — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, non-con, explicit content/language, pet names, religious themes, blasphemy of religion, sacrilegious acts, biblical references, sexual content involving a catholic priest, strict/religious parents, age-gap (Reader is early 20s, Bucky is early/mid 30s), Father kink, priest kink, size kink, corruption kink, authority kink, inappropriate/forceful touches, begging, double penetration (in two holes), vaginal fingering, vaginal penetration with sex toy, anal play, anal fingering, anal sex, intense orgasm, squirting, no loss of virginity, mention of bodily fluids.

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

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Every Sunday after mass, you would happily accompany Father James in tidying up the church.

It had become a routine—a secret ritual almost for you and him to clean and organise, which would inevitably lead to him creeping up behind you, disturbing whatever you were doing, so that he could continue his corruption on your body and soul which he had done so for the past few weeks now.

But this time, it was different. This time, as soon as the town had said their blessings and goodbyes to Father James, he was right on you with his wicked plans and corruption—tidying not on his agenda for today.

“Come,” he held out his colossal hand for you to take, but all you did was stare at it in confusion with big soft eyes. His face held no emotions—not the wicked kind nor the sweet kind which he indeed possessed as well at rare times, making it hard for you to read him on what his intentions were.

“Um, a-aren’t we going to clean a-and tidy up, Father?” You mumbled.

He shook his head no while a hint of a smirk twitched on his lips—revealing that his purpose for you may be unholy and ungodly after all.

“Not yet. Now come with me.” He further extended his hand to you, insisting that you take it and let him lead the way.

You hesitated only for a second or two more before you lay your smaller shaking hand in his larger grip—not wanting to disappoint Father James in any way if you didn't do as he willed. His tender hold on contrasted with how he usually handled you—determined and forceful.

You weren't able to revel in the sweet touch for too long before he pulled you with him—through the nave, up the altar, into the sacristy and up the stairs that led to the second level of the holy church, which you had never been to. He stopped in front of a door and let go of your hand before he pulled out a key from his front pocket.

You stood a few steps behind him, fidgeting with your fingers and looking down at your shoes as he unlocked the door. The heavy wooden door creaked as it opened, and you peeked up to see what was held behind. It looked to be a room—his room, his sleeping quarter.

Why had he brought you here?

“Please, come inside,” he smiled warmly at you as he presented his arm into the room, gesturing for you to enter.

You dragged your feet across the creaking floor while still looking down, shy and not daring to look up at him as you entered the room and came to a halt in the middle of it. He closed the door behind himself, and you turned your head slightly to glance at him, still with the same warm smile on his handsome face.

“It's ok. You can look around if you'd like. I'm just going to grab something.”

“O-ok.”

Your eyes scanned around to take in his personal space. It looked pretty generic and boring—not much going on in the small room except for a desk, a wardrobe and a bookshelf. What did catch your eyes almost immediately was the bed in the corner, and you were intrigued to investigate closer. Your legs carried you effortlessly to it, and you stood at the foot of the bed as you examined the space further.

A bible lay on the side table, along with some personal books and his rosary beads. Jesus on the cross hung on the wall; looking down at what you found the most interesting—his bed. The white linen was ruffled, and the pillow still had an indent from his head lying upon it. The faint aroma that exuded was that only of Father James—a musky scent of heaven or perhaps even hell. Your mind started to wander to scenarios other than him sleeping in the bed—reading, praying, touching himself.

You hitched an inhale as you thought about it—him lying naked on the soft sheets, writhing in pleasure as he touched and pumped his thickness—heavy moans and groans bouncing across the walls as he neared his end. You wondered if you and he ever pleasured simultaneously late at night, reaching that heavenly state together.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of creaking wood slowly approaching. A growing sinful manifestation lurked behind you as Father James neared where you stood. Not even looking at him, you could tell that that sweet and warm smile he displayed when you entered his room was long gone, replaced with his signature wicked smirk that meant corruption and authority.

His broad torso ever so lightly grazed your back—a significant contrast to the way his hand grabbed your clothed hip in a harsh grip, making an inaudible gasp slip from you. His lips ghosted your earlobe, and his warm breath made your skin tingle in fear and excitement.

“You still won't let me corrupt your innocence, huh, sweet thing?”

He's been on you for weeks, practically ever since you and he started your sexual adventure together, about your virginity—wanting to take and destroy it, but you still couldn't find the nerve to go through with it, even though your primal urges begged and yearned for it. It was just too deeply ingrained in you that sex before marriage was a great sin and, definitely, a one-way ticket to hell in doing it with a man of God.

“I-I can't, Father, I-I just can't. I'm sorry….” you mumbled in shame—ashamed once again that you couldn't give him the satisfaction of taking your virginity which he so desperately desired.

“It's ok,” he murmured before kissing behind your ear. “There are still lots of ways for me to have your body and holes while still keeping your purity,” he growled against your neck as he skimmed his lips on your sensitive skin, making your whole body shudder. He pulled you flush against his broad torso while his hand that held your hip crept downwards to grope your covered core, making you sob at the cruelty of his grip.

“Will you let me do as I want, sweet thing?”

“I-I–”

He chuckled at your struggle to find words to speak your mind. “I'm going to do whatever I want either way. Whether you want me to or not,” he spoke, and before you knew it, you were tossed down frontal onto the soft mattress by Father James' forceful hand, making you gasp at the unexpected action.

He pressed his heavy weight on you as he pinned you further down—trapping you so there was no chance for you to escape his wicked grasp.

“W-what are you doing, Father?” You sobbed in fear as this was quite a new scenario he'd ever put you in, and there was no telling what he could do to you in this power stance.

He kissed your cheek lovingly, but the words he uttered against your heated skin were nothing but evil and impure. “I may not be able to take your virginity, but my God, sweet little thing, am I going to defile your precious soul in another way. I'm going to fill both your pure and innocent holes up until I have you a pretty and whiny mess for me on my bed. I’ll have you riveted in such extraordinary pleasure that I'll make you see God, trust me.”

You've never heard him utter such filthy words before. Frankly, you didn't even quite know what he meant by some of them, but with the way you felt your panties dampen with arousal and excitement, had you know that your body had a strong desire for this, despite your mind not being entirely on board with the idea.

“B-both h-holes?”

“Yes,” he growled through gritted teeth as he started to hump his covered front against your backside, his hardness rubbing against you, making you softly moan in need. “But don't worry, my sweet little thing, I won't stick my cock in your tiny little innocent cunt. But I will stuff your pussy with this.” He held something that resembled a penis in front of your face. Not as big as Father James, but it definitely wasn't small either.

“W-what is that?” It scared you. The thought of him inserting something so life-like into you had you fear about your virginity and whether it would be broken or not.

“It's a special little toy I bought for you, sweet one. You can even take it home with you after and play with it as much as you want, but I'm the one that's going to fuck you with it first.”

“B-but will I still be a virgin after, Father?”

“Don't worry, my little angel.” He kissed the corner of your mouth tenderly and sweetly while he uttered some reassuring words. “I swear this won't corrupt you in that way.”

You tried to open your mouth to say something more—beg him to stop or encourage him to go on with his vile plan, but all you did was stay silent as you felt paralysed due to his assertive promises on your frail body.

He got up from his position on top of you and raised your hips in the air while he found his place behind. You felt very unsteady in this bent form—face pressed into the mattress and your backside up in the air. It was new and uncomfortable, thighs shaking slightly, but after a couple of seconds, you managed to ground yourself.

He lifted your dress to reveal your panties damp with your arousal, making him chuckle at you being a needy little angel for him. “I knew you'd be wet, sweet thing. Such a dirty little girl you are for wanting a man of God to perform such vile acts on your innocent body.” He hooked his fingers in the hem. Your panties clinging to your sticky folds as he peeled them off and let them fall down to your rested knees.

“Thank the Lord,” he mumbled as he inspected you, his hands caressing your hips very delicately, leaving a trail of goosebumps on your skin. You closed your eyes in shyness and shame and nibbled on your bottom lip at being so exposed to him in such a lewd state. All the passages in the bible about whoring perfectly embodied you at the moment.

“Where do I even start with you?” You felt his warm breath on your left cheek, followed by a series of sloppy kisses on your skin. “I want to eat all of you, sweet thing.” His words tingled against your holes as he ghosted his lips on them, making your breath hitch in your throat and your walls flutter around nothing. Father James had never had his mouth on you like that, and you wanted him to devour you and show you a whole new sensation that his fingers could never emulate.

He licked a broad stripe through your mess, making you gasp in delight at his delicious tongue on your most sensitive part. “So good and tempting,” he murmured before laying a kiss on your needy nub, “but I think I want to leave that for another time. I just want to get right on and destroy your little angel holes.”

A bottle opened up, and a globby slickness of some sort fell on your puckered entrance before it slowly trickled down and coated your folds as well. It was not saliva but something unfamiliar.

“W-what is that, Father?” “Just something that will make it less painful, sweet angel.” “P-painful?” “Don't worry, sweet one. I'll be ever so gentle with you, I promise. You're in the safe hands of God.”

This felt more like the Devil's.

He circled the pad of his thumb on your puckered hole, making you gasp and jerk your hips forward due to the alien and slightly uncomfortable sensation. “It's ok, sweet thing. Relax for me” His other hand caressed your hip to soothe and comfort you as he continued his stimulation. You took a few deep breaths and tried to loosen the stiff muscles in your body.

Slowly, he pushed through the tight barrier, making you clutch the sheets in your grasp at the knee-buckling and slightly painful sensation. “I-it hurts,” you sobbed into the mattress once the tip of him was inside your heat. It was too much, and you feared how it would be to have his thick length split your flesh in half.

“Shhh, it's ok. It will feel better soon. You're doing such a good job,” he praised as he began a slow, steady rhythm of thrusting the tip of his thumb in your tight warmth. It began to be less painful and more pleasurable the more you got used to the new stimulation, making you sigh in relief.

With his other hand, he ran his fingers through your sticky and messy folds before he circled your aching little pearl, making you mewl at the all-so-familiar sensation that ascended you into pleasure, and with them two combined, it was like reaching a new state of euphoria. “T-that feels so good, Father,” you moaned as your eyes fluttered and your skin shivered in delicious tingles all over.

“It gets better, sweet one,” he uttered as he teased your quivering opening before inserting a finger deep into your drenched walls while simultaneously pushing his thumb further into your heat, reaching knuckle deep, making you cry aloud while your knees trembled. Both your holes clenched around him so tightly, but with the help of Father James' once more reassuring words, you managed to relax and revel in the complete fullness. “That's it, my sweet little angel. Relax and take it all in.”

At the same time, he pulled out his digits from your tight holes, teasing your openings in circles before slowly pushing in again, making you hiss at the burning sensation, eyes rolling back and toes curling as they sheathed themselves entirely in you.

Father James begins pumping his two digits in and out of your tight and warm holes, curling them against your inner walls. The tips of his fingers meet each other with each deep thrust, making your eyes see stars at the earth-shocking sensation it brings. The delicious stimulation had that buzzing passion in the pit of your stomach rapidly build up with each pleasurable push into your insides.

As you were on the brink of a heavenly release of bliss, all stimulation on you ceased to a halt, making you whine in protest at his Godly fingers stopping his Unholy corruption on your innocent holes.

Father James chuckled at the state he's made of you with only his digits—already a pretty little mess for him, as he told you would be. “I've barely started, sweet thing,” he sneered as you heard him take off his pants behind you. You tried to lift your head to see him spring to life, but you were too weak to bring yourself up.

Your tight little flower gushed in need to be stuffed and filled once more, while your throbbing and dilated heat ached just the same to feel fullness again.

“P-please, Father, I-I want you to fill me.” You weren't used to begging in such a dirty manner, and once the words left your mouth, you became so flustered with shyness and awkwardness that you buried your face into the mattress in shame.

“My, my,” he growled deeply like he was possessed by Satan himself. He leaned over you and lifted your face off the mattress by your neck, and turned your head so you could stare directly into his dark eyes with your hooded and weak ones. “Not such a sweet little angel anymore, are you? Such a dirty little demon I've made of you, little girl,” he chuckled before letting go and returning to his assertive and towering stance over your frail and helpless body.

He grabbed both of your cheeks in a forceful grip and spread them, making him growl as both of your throbbing holes opened more up for him. “Such tight little holes begging to be stuffed and abused, sweet little thing.” You hummed your approval at his dirty statement, wanting nothing more at the moment than to have your holes split in half and destroyed.

That same bottle as before opened up, and you heard him smear his length with the same slickness as he had done you. His thick and heavy size rested against your cheek, so close to your aching heat, his pre-cum leaking all over your skin.

He grabbed the toy he presented to you before and gently tapped it against your little pearl, making you lean more into its delicious touch. He ran the length of it against your slick folds before teasing your opening with its bulbous head, preparing to penetrate your gushing flower.

Slowly, inch by inch, he buried the toy into your walls. You've never had anything so significant inserted into you before, only being used to a finger or two. The stretch was burning and uncomfortable, making you emit a cry in pain as your eyes brimmed with tears. “Shhh, it's ok, sweet thing,” he comforted along with a soft touch on your skin with his free hand.

Once the toy was sheathed into you to the hilt, nudging your sweet spot, you exhaled a content sigh, slowly getting accustomed to the delightful fullness. He slowly started thrusting the toy in and out of you—easy and short strokes to begin with, getting your walls familiarised with the stretch before he could fully pump the toy in and out of you in long and deep movements. Your soft purring had Father James twitch against you as more of his slick moisture leaked on your skin.

You had gotten so accustomed to the toy in your velvet walls, driving itself in and out of you in riveting movements, that once his swollen tip gently rubbed around your puckered hole, you gasped in surprise. Father James prodded your entrance, preparing to add more stimulation to your already overwhelmed and sensitive body. So he slowly, and so very delicately and safely, pushed through the tight barrier, making a cry rip your throat and grip the sheets harshly at the invasive and dirty stretch.

His soft lulling, and comforting caress on your smooth hip made you ease down to the best of your abilities and open yourself up for him to take you as he wanted.

“God, so tight, my sweet little thing.” Once his swelling head was nestled in your heat, a thick and heavy lust-filled grunt rumbled in his throat, and it went straight to your tingling nub that begged to be played with and stimulated—jealous of all your holes getting the attention.

It was like he intruded your mind because his hand, which was once on your hip to soothe and comfort, went underneath you to caress and massage your deprived nerve—easing some of the discomforts.

He pushed through a little bit more, about halfway, before slowly pulling back till only his tip rested inside your warmth. Each time he delicately thrusts into you, he gets a little bit further, a little bit deeper.

The toy inside of you kept a steady and delicious pace, all while his girth kept accommodating to your tight heat, and before you knew it, he was finally buried to the hilt inside you, making you feel every single inch of him. “God, sweet thing. Your tight little ass feels so good wrapped around my cock,” he groaned in satisfaction at being buried so deep.

You were left so taken aback and overwhelmed at being so filled and stretched in both your holes that the moans of pleasure and pain you emitted didn't even sound like you—the tone laced with filth and sin.

How you were and sounded at the moment was nothing like the innocent little girl your parents raised you to be. This type of corruption from your unholy priest left a significant dirty stain on your innocence, and you feared you would never again be pure and righteous in the eyes of God due to this major violation of your body and soul, despite still keeping your virtue.

He pulled you out of your wandering thought as he peppered soft and wet kisses on your shivering spine. “Good girl,” he praised, making you hum at his rare loving nature surfacing. The action of his kisses were so tender as opposed to the sinful degradation of your holes.

“Do you want to continue?” It was rare of him even to ask since he usually just did as he pleased, and you would always acclimate to what he was doing. You nodded, incapable of forming your words for him to continue his delicious corruption.

With a feral grunt, he pulled out his length and toy simultaneously before thrusting them both inside, making you yelp and fist the sheets tight to brace yourself for the forceful and intense push. The toy inside of you started to pump with ease—deep and whole, while his thrusts in your heat were slow to begin with as it's the most invasive and hurtful, making tears spill from your eyes and stain the sheets.

But once Father James senses that you were starting to relax and enjoy yourself, he picked up the pace, slipping into you with ease, making the bed squeak with each thrust.

The tantalizing rhythm his hips hold as he smacks into your behind was so incredibly lewd and sinful. His girth sheathing into your heat that wrapped so perfectly around him, had him relish in pleasure as he voiced his praises quite lively. “So tight, my sweet thing. God, you're so good. You love having my cock buried so deep in your little ass, don't you? All while fucking your needy little cunt with the toy?”

You had trouble finding your words as the sensation of having both holes used and abused left you a cross-eyed, drooling and blubbering mess. But after trying a few times, all you managed was to give him a weak “yes”, which had him chuckle at the messy state he's made of you as he leisurely continued his pace with both his girth and toy into your quivering holes.

The tip of the toy nudged and stimulated your swollen sweet spot each time it filled you up, and along with Father James and the toy brushing against each other between the thin wall of your insides, it had you see stars as waves of your moans and whines were muffled into the sheets.

And the way his colossal fingers stimulated your engorged and overwhelmed bundle of nerves tied it perfectly together. All three stimuli brought forward a sensation that could only be described as pure paradise.

You don't know how long this sinful violation went on as you all but ascended into a haven of burning pleasure that Father James acted upon your body.

And without warning, your senses were rocked by an intense and violent orgasm that consumed the entirety of you.

Your vision turned bright white like you'd ascended into heaven as the electrifying buzz coursed through each ending of your nerves. You convulsed and cried on the bed as a gush of wetness exploded out of you, making Father James curse and pull out the toy from your quivering walls and furiously rub your throbbing pearl while still continuing his thrusts into you, which made your gushing walls clench around nothing. At the same time, your tight heat squeezed him harshly.

With a guttural and feral groan, he pulled out of your used hole, making your weak knees collapse and hips hit the bed as you lie limp on the soft surface, still twitching from the earth-shattering aftershocks while your chest lifted erratically to catch your breath.

You heard him pump himself to completion as he uttered nothing but filthy words. “So wide and open for me, baby,” he grunted as his holy seed spilt and coated your pulsating and dilated hole. “God, look at that. Your little ass is so hungry for my seed,” he finished himself off entirely with heavy moans.

You were so weak and dissociated as you were still floating somewhere far above due to that soul and body-wracking orgasm. You’d never experienced anything like that before.

It was only when Father James softly caressed your waist and peppered comforting kisses on your spine that you got pulled back into reality, hissing and whining when he touched your tender skin. His twitching girth rested comfortably against your used and abused heat.

“You did so well, sweet one,” he murmured against your skin, making your already sensitive nerves burn intensely. “I'll clean you up, and then we can rest.” You clutched the sheets and shut your eyes tight as he wiped down your holes since they were so oversensitive and raw from the violation he'd done on you.

Once he was done, he pulled your weak and trembling body further up the bed, laying you on top of his broad and firm chest as he held you close. Softly stroking your back and kissing your forehead. You revelled in the gentle care and love as it was something Father James rarely showed.

“F-Father,” you murmured, barely above a whisper into his skin.

“Yes, sweet one?”

“A-am I dirty now?” Those thoughts you had before about your innocence forever being stained and God not seeing you as pure and righteous anymore clouded your mind, making tears spring from your eyes that you may never recover from this great sin, no matter how much you repented or pleaded for forgiveness and blessings.

“Hey,” he softly stroked your tear-stained cheek while you peered up into his crystal eyes that now held nothing but sincerity and tenderness. “I promise, sweet one, that we did nothing wrong. You’re still a virgin and pure and whole in the eyes of God.”

“A-are you sure, Father.” You knew you should never question the authority and words of a priest, but you had to be sure that your virtue and innocence were still intact.

“Sweet one, you are forgiven, and you are whole and perfect. God loves you and forever will.”

“T-thank you, Father,” you breathed a sigh of relief at the blessings and forgiveness. Now, you could rest comfortably against Father James, knowing that you were still loved and treasured by God.

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give into things i (dont) want to [lee jeno]

(yandere ish) creep/stalker! popular fuckboy/badboy!jeno x christian!reader, hints of shy boy! (kinda dumb) naive! christian!mark x reader. Part of the give into things i (dont) want to series. Warnings: mature themes, toxic behaviour, manipulation, stalking, forcing??, inappropriate behaviour, choking, menstions of perv behaviour, MDNI, there will be smut in part 2 Word Count: 2.3k Summary: Jeno is on a mission: to assist his friend Mark in getting with you. But is he genuinely helping Mark or leading him down a questionable path? © 2023 @neobomb. Unauthorized copying, translation, manipulation, or alteration of this work is strictly prohibited. All rights reserved.

“Would you really do that for me?” Mark's eyes sparkle with hope. The excitement bubbling within him was palpable, but Jeno knew he had to temper it. For the longest time, Mark has had a crush on you, yet never mustered the courage to approach you. It was heart-wrenching to see, truly pathetic.

“Don’t worry, you can trust me.” Jeno assures with unwavering confidence. “She will be head over heels for you if you just do as I say.”

Mark is overly trusting to believe that Jeno, of all people, will help him get with you. You, L/N Y/N, the one Jeno has been hopelessly in love with over the years, the one who captured the heart of THE fuckboy Lee Jeno. Jeno's deep feelings for you are something he'll never confess. He's vowed to himself to admire you from a distance, never allowing himself to get close. Jeno understood his nature, believing that a pure, innocent soul like you shouldn't be entangled with a bad boy like him. However, that doesn't mean he'll let anyone else get near you, especially not Mark.

“I trust you, Jeno. You’re the rizz king after all.” Indeed, Jeno had been with more girls than most guys his age. With his captivating looks, undeniable charisma, and seasoned charm, he can enchant just about anyone he desires. Flirting was second nature to him. For Jeno, it was not just about the sex; it was a way to establish himself as the school's most sought-after boy. A simple power move.

“I’m just… a bit uncomfortable with some of your suggestions.” Mark says, sounding skeptical as he scratches his head. “It just seems a bit… odd… maybe creepy even.”

“I promise you, girls love that shit.” Jeno takes a step closer to the clueless boy. “Haven’t you read Twilight and all those cliché romance novels that girls love? Girls are fucked up enough to eat that shit up.”

"You're right." Mark concedes, deciding to place his trust in Jeno. After all, Jeno has no reason to lead him astray, does he?

"Let's do it then," Jeno says, extending his hand towards Mark for a handshake, to which Mark readily reciprocates with a firm handshake.

The deal has been sealed. Jeno has Mark right where he wants him. Mark was just dumb and naive enough to believe the bullshit Jeno has been telling him.

—

A handwritten note was attached to the string of the bouquet with tape.

Dear Y/N, Not a day goes by that you don't cross my mind. Your lover, lee.

It began innocently enough – with sweet intentions and harmless beginnings.

Then there were the photographs — snapshots capturing moments in your bedroom, some pictures intimate, others harmless.

new message from lover lee: new image has been sent

Then, items began to vanish — your favorite cherry-flavored chapstick, your bra and your panties were the first to go.

What started innocently has now morphed into something more ominous.

In your room, a place that is supposed to be your safe haven. An unsettling feeling grips you—a paranoia over who might be watching. A faceless someone, so infatuated that they'd shadow your every move. You find yourself overly aware of your surroundings, constantly casting a discreet glance over your shoulder, wishing for no one to be standing right behind you. Thankfully, it is clear. It always was.

It's become so unnerving that sleep eludes you. Night after night, you retreat to the corner of your room, ensuring every window is securely fastened, window blinds down, your gaze fixed intently on the doorway that separates your sanctuary from the main hallway. Clasping your cross necklace close to your heart, you'd whisper prayers, hoping fervently that no one lurked nearby. It had become a routine at this point.

–

The bell chimed resonantly through the corridors. Finally, a reprieve from these tedious classes, Jeno mused. He strides down the hallway, eyes darting to the windows of each classroom, searching for a glimpse of you.

There you are, seated at a desk away from the windows, with sun rays casting a gentle glow on your delicate cheek while you hold a book. To him, you are the epitome of beauty, with an innocence in your eyes that captivates as you survey your surroundings. You appear deeply fatigued, as though you haven't had a moment's rest in the past month.

“Y/N, I’ve noticed that you look very tired lately. Is everything ok?” Lifting your gaze from your desk, you find Jeno looking at you with evident concern.

"Uh, yeah, I'm okay. Just some trouble sleeping," you reply, your voice carrying a hint of surprise at the sudden attention from Jeno, the school's renowned handsome bad boy. You rack your brain, realizing you haven't actually spoken to him since preschool days.

"Hey, Y/N," Mark says, appearing behind you with a wide smile that briefly startles you. "I noticed you at church last Sunday. I didn't want to intrude… you seemed deeply engaged in prayer…. as one should be..." Mark winces slightly at his own awkwardness. Your presence has a way of making him momentarily lose his grasp on social cues.

“Anyways…” Mark casts a meaningful glance at Jeno, hinting that he should give the two of you some space. “I’ve been wanting to ask you… if… you might want to… maybe… go… uhm…. I’ve been wanting to tell you something and it’s very important.”

“Uhm… ok” you respond in a confused tone, looking back at Jeno. “I want to do it somewhere, preferably more private… uhm… maybe dinner at Kun’s… this evening…” Mark stumbles over his words, stuttering through the simple sentences.

"Are you asking me out on a date?" you clarify, boiling his words down to their clear intent. “Yes…” the shy boy confirms.

Mark is undeniably cute — a devoted Christian, diligent, yet reserved. You have always had a little crush on Mark, but you never anticipated that he would make a move. The realm of dating had always seemed uneventful to you; you felt as if you were invisible to boys. But not until this very moment. Going out with Mark couldn't be harmful, could it? At the very least, it might provide a welcome distraction from your current stalker situation.

“Yes, I would love to.” you answer with a radiant smile, sending the timid boy into cloud nine.

Mission one complete. And so Mark thought…

–

On this typical Friday evening, the restaurant buzzed with activity, patrons streaming in and out. Amidst the bustle, you notice Mark seated at a table tucked away from the main dining area.

"Hi there," he greets, rising to envelop you in a friendly hug. "I got here a bit early and took the liberty of ordering for us — Peking roasted duck… I hope that's alright… it's your favorite from the menu." His remark piques your curiosity. It's oddly specific knowledge for him to have. You have barely talked to Mark. How did he know your preferred dish? Strange.

"Please, have a seat," he offers, pulling out the chair for you. With a moment of hesitation, you take the offered seat.

“I’m curious about what you’ve been wanting to tell me. Seems like you were very eager to spill it out.” Perhaps it was premature to confront him, but your curiosity was too strong to resist. But with your question, you can almost feel Mark's panic. His hands tremble slightly as he opens his can of soda.

He inhales deeply, steadying himself before he responds to your question: “I have to confess something. Uhm… I wanted to … uhm tell you … that I’m … lee, your lover”

You stare at him in stunned horror, mustering all your composure to prevent yourself from trembling with fear and revulsion. The revelation hits you like a thunderclap — Mark Lee, the same person sitting across from you, is the stalker who has been haunting your nights with fear.

“I can’t fucking believe it. You scared me shitless.” You immediately rise from your seat, getting yourself ready to leave the restaurant.

“What do you mean?” Mark says in a confused tone.

“The letters, flowers, …. the creepy text messages, … the photos of me in my room, … my fucking missing underwear, constantly feel like I’m being followed, it’s all you??” Struggling to keep your voice level, the sense of betrayal washing over you was unparalleled.

“What?” Mark yelled in question “What do you mean photos?? missing underwear? All I did was send you secret letters.”

“I swear to God it’s not me, Y/N.” Mark pleaded with you, his eyes imploring, begging you to believe him.

“Nothing you say can change what I’ve heard.” You declare, swiftly collecting your belongings before storming out of the restaurant.

It had never crossed your mind that Mark, the quiet, church-going boy who seemed devoted to his faith, could be capable of taking such extreme actions. The revelation seemed surreal, almost too contrived to be true.

—

A few months have passed since the unsettling discovery of Mark's unsettling behavior. Every ounce of your bravery has been summoned just to face him at school each day. Whenever he attempts to draw near, desperately trying to weave a tapestry of excuses, you fend him off with the threat of a restraining order. There's nothing he could say now to sway your resolve.

In the span of those tumultuous weeks, you found solace in Jeno. As the days passed, you and Jeno grew increasingly close, an unforeseen twist given that the popular boy had seemingly never noticed you before — or so it had seemed. But his kindness and understanding provided comfort, especially when others doubted your account of events.

"Thanks for walking me home from church, Jeno. You really don’t have to do it again. I promise you this will be the first and last time." you say, casting a wary glance at Mark, who lingers near the church entrance. Having Jeno's company is a source of comfort amidst the chaos, even if your home is just a two-minute stroll from the church.

"Of course, it's the least I can do to ensure you feel secure." Jeno says, casually draping an arm around your shoulders while guiding his bike with his free hand. His steps seem confident, almost familiar with the path to your home, despite the fact that in all the years of your acquaintance, he has never once been at your house, or even close to it. You try to dismiss the peculiar sense that he knows the way a little too well, reminding yourself that he's never been invited over, but the thought lingers, troubling in its implications. Strange, you thought.

Just as you near your house, the skies open up, unleashing a sudden downpour. You urge Jeno to come inside, suggesting he wait out the torrential rain before he ventures back home. To pass the time and since Jeno had never been to your place before, you decided to give him a tour.

"Oh here is your favorite place to sit and read" remarks Jeno, his tone carrying a hint of familiarity as he observes the cozy corner of your living room. How did he know it was your favorite reading spot? His ease within your home is uncanny, almost as if he's retracing well-known steps rather than discovering them for the first time, inadvertently reversing the roles of guest and guide. Strange.

The final stop of the tour is your room. Pointing to a large photo album, you say, "Here are snapshots from my childhood," and you flip it open to share a visual journey through your past. You point to a cherished childhood photograph, depicting a younger you, grinning with abandon, your face comically smeared with Peking duck sauce, as you gleefully twirl noodles around your chopsticks.

“Oh you looked so adorable while eating peking roasted duck. Must have been your favorite dish for quite some time. I guess some things never change.” He smiles at a particular photograph of you. It was a response that strikes you as odd. You hadn't mentioned your favorite dish to him before. Strange.

“How did you know about my favorite dish? I’m pretty sure I haven’t told you about it.” you query, attempting to piece together the perplexing puzzle that has been preoccupying your thoughts. Upon hearing your question, a shadow flickers across Jeno's features, replacing the cheerful, lively demeanor of moments ago with something more somber. The spark in his eyes dims, giving way to a serious, almost foreboding intensity.

“What do you mean?” He inquires, his lips curling into an uneasy, almost disconcerting smirk.

“I… I just think you’re acting a bit… uhm… strange. It’s the first time you’ve ever walked me home, and you seem oddly familiar with the area I live in…. and you seem to know my house like you've already been here before … uhm … and you pick up on these small things I haven’t told you about before.” As you address his odd demeanor, a growing sense of regret takes hold with each passing second; his eyes darken, casting a shadow of menace that chills you to the bone.

In that instance, Jeno aggressively pins you down onto your bed. One hand holding your wrist, the other at your throat.

“You know too much, Y/N. You should’ve just kept your pretty little mouth shut.” He whispers in your ear before tightening his grip around your neck until you are no longer registering his words. His voice faded into a muffled echo as your thoughts withdrew into a separate reality. Your hands clutch at his wrist, attempting to loosen his hold, while your eyes nearly close from the sheer force of the moment. His grip on your neck slackened, and he watched as you sucked in breath, your complexion regaining its normal hue as vitality slowly reclaimed your shaken form. As you caught your breath, Jeno abruptly pressed his lips against yours. The fervor of the kiss was overwhelming. Saying hello to lee, you did.

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🛁💧 Moms, bathtubs and fear of water

today I'd like to dig into some support for the Virginia/Henry/bathtub theory, most notably a Will/Henry parallel I've not seen discussed before, and some thoughts on the rabies thing.

for those just tuning in, we have hints that something awful happened involving Virginia, Henry, and a bathtub of hot water. (that idea is aemiron-main's, you can read the original here)

where there's a tub, there's a mom

let me start by seeing how many ST bathtubs can be tied to mothers. (much of this will have been pointed out before, but I have a couple observations I think are new)

starting at the top: Virginia's vision (turning on the hot water tap and spiders fill the tub instead of water):

Karen soaking in a hot bath listening to "Memories" before milfing it up with Billy, a minor, a boy her daughter's age. check

Will and Joyce "he likes it cold" you better believe that's a paddlin

we saw the Byers' tub before. when El saw it in the mirror (lol) and went to tell Joyce (Will's Mother) about her water tank idea. ok she was addressing the group but Joyce is the one who actually engages. I'm counting it. ps when they do set up the bath for El, Lucas uses a thermometer to make sure the water is the right temperature

this is a tiny one, but Nancy goes to sit on the tub and cry after excusing herself from Barb's mom at the KFC dinner.

that scene where El and Max find Billy's tub with ice bags?

darn, nothing immediately motherly in this scene. but what if we check the last dialogue in the prior scene? or the first dialogue in the following scene?

both hits! mom/age-inappropriate-sexual-knowledge + mother/son combo.💀

next up, FOR WHAT REASON was I made to see Murray get naked and get into a tub full of ice while on the phone with Joyce in 4x01?

let's also toss in a shot of Joyce being weird in her front yard, prompting a neighbor child to dispense a line of dialogue involving mothers.

but seriously. after all the flayed/ice tub imagery throughout s3, why kick off s4 with Murray in an ice bath? no, I'm really asking.

we've got a dash of sexual inappropriateness, or so Joyce thinks - Murray happens to plop into the ice at the exact moment that she observes the Russian doll has nipples, which makes her think his reaction is about that:

the only tub scene I'm struggling to tie super directly to mothers is Heather. you could say it's that Joyce appears in the next scene, but that's weak. or that Flayed Heather later drugs/kidnaps her mom. eh.

as em pointed out, the tub Heather's in here is extremely similar to Virginia Creel's. is that sufficient?

so anyway, some of those are def stronger than others, but they all provide some combination of: mothers, bathtubs (esp with attention drawn to water temperature), and fear/ sorrow / discomfort / sexual inappropriateness.

am I forgetting any other bathtubs?

now let's talk more about fear

what started me on this post was how possessed-Will's reaction to the bathtub is so explicitly labeled as fear - NOT by Will, but by Mr. Clarke's voiceover:

yet what sparked One's strength was a memory that made him "sad, but also angry" - which, if the implied tub incident indeed happened, would totally fit the bill.

sad and angry. not afraid. I guess it makes sense that fear isn't one of the emotions he would draw power from later upon recalling this event, but he undoubtedly would've been afraid in the moment. he didn't say that though.

not in that scene.

now, idk if he's referring to The Incident here, or his early lab life or what, but. oh I'm at my image limit. ok well his lines leading up to this are (close up of dead kids) "why do you cry for them, Eleven? after everything they did to you? you think you need them, but you don't. you don't."

why exactly would El "need" the other lab kids? according to NINA, they treated her poorly. tbh kinda sounds more like a projected reaction to the death of an abusive mother.

anyway. apart from that "I was scared once" reference to some past turning point, man will not say he is or was scared. he'll imply and project but he won't say it:

you know who else won't say they're scared? Will.

Will has never said once on the entire show that he's afraid. ever. throughout all the utterly HORRIFYING situations he's been in. he undoubtedly has been scared, and other characters say that about him many times, but Will has never said, in his own words, as far as I can find, that he's afraid.

he dances around it and veils it and teeters on the edge of it, but he will not actually say I Am Afraid.

"how did you feel?" "it felt like when you're scared" boy what.

but Will has not always been fearless!

wanna know what the very first mention of fear on the whole show is? Will assuring Joyce he won't have nightmares from seeing Poltergeist because:

is it not giving "I was scared once too" ?

now here comes my favorite part:

Joyce replies with the "my witch" thing, and she doesn't actually finish the sentence, but I think that last word can be guessed pretty accurately:

cook him up in your what?

your cauldron? cauldron, kôl′drən, noun: 1. A large vessel used for boiling?

so like... have I got this straight? our earliest flashback of Will involves his mother playing an evil character who's gonna put him in a large vessel of hot liquid?

I ask you again: is it not giving "I was scared once too"?

I'm tacking my red conspiracy yarn in at "Henry was five years old."

now, just wondering, what was the turning point that made Will stop having nightmares from movies and "getting scared like that"? Bob_one_day_the_nightmares_suddenly_stopped.wav

now let's talk about rabies

Robin proceeds to list some rabies symptoms and what's funny about that (besides the fact they're standing in a mysteriously dry lakebed) is she left out possibly the best-known symptom: fear of water.

in fact, rabies used to be called hydrophobia ("fear of water").

hydrophobia in rabies stems from paralysis of throat muscles making it difficult or impossible to swallow, and so sufferers will panic at the prospect of drinking or even the mere sight of water. excessive salivation + inability to swallow it leads to the other pop culture rabies symptom, the appearance of "foaming at the mouth".

pretend here I put in screenshots of El and Barb spitting up water when they wake up in the UD and that unnecessary shot of Billy drooling when El is levitating him

Robin's isn't the only reference to rabies on ST. it's come up in two other seasons:

so every time rabies comes up, it's in reference to demodogs, demobats, and flayed rats. all critters that are part of the hive.

ostensibly controlled by one guy, who is afraid of water.

misc honorable mentions:

what do you wanna bet Dart not only doesn't need water, but would hate water like he hates heat?

Dart grew up to be a demodog, and demodogs dug those tunnels - the ones Bob figured out were a map of Hawkins because the "roads" outlined recognizable bodies of water instead of crossing over them.

when Bob said that, he didn't know the "roads" were underground, and therefore it wouldn't be crossing over water but rather crossing through water. if your tunnel breached a lake or river, it would flood. the demodogs were avoiding water.

also: no one in the water, you say?

speaking of Hawkins Pool, there's also the thing I've mentioned before, how it seems incredibly relevant that One chose Billy as his s3 host - a lifeguard whose one possession-busting happy memory involved his mother warning him not to drown.

also: Hopper saying that jumping into the quarry would result in the water "breaking every damn bone in your body"

and Jason asks Patrick, right before Vecna breaks every damn bone in his body in Lovers Lake:

I'm going to think of more as soon as I hit post but that's all I have for you today.

I want real answers on the Murray ice thing btw

#btw in this and any analysis please mentally insert 🥁 any time I use the word 'one'#in disbelief that they've not yet worked the phrase 'getting into hot water' into the show somewhere #analysis #givehimthemedicine analysis #mine #btw what's the water table like in hawkins #where you can dig tunnels right along the perimeter of lakes and it stays dry in there

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A/N: I went to Yosemite, Zion, Bryce National Parks (US) recently and the trees were unlike ANYTHING I had ever experienced. I thought it would be sweet for reader to experience nature for the first time. These pictures are from my phone (unedited). The first is from the foot of El Capitan in Yosemite, the second is from the Emerald Pools trail in Zion, and the last is in the ascent to Thor’s Hammer in Bryce. The last one is a touch distorted because I had to use pano because the trees were literally too tall to fit in the frame.

WARNINGS: none?? well i guess sort of low key suggestive at the end.

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“What are those I wonder?” You and Director Krennic were in his chauffeured speeder winding through the skylanes of Coruscant. You pointed at the huge, illuminated holoboard you were passing.

“The trees?” he asked.

You rolled your eyes impatiently. “No, no. There!” The display changed. “Oh, you missed it. There was an advert for Star Tours, a trip to some moon. It was showing these huge brown cylindrical towers with tubes sticking out, all covered in green.”

“I saw it. You mean the trees?” he asked again with a quizzical frown.

“No! I know what trees are, Orson,” you said impatiently. “They’re…” you raised a hand above your head, then spread your arms wide, trying to pantomime “tree.”

“Alright.” He was smiling at you, clearly trying not to laugh. Whenever the two of you disagreed, he treated you like a precocious toddler. It vexed you to no end.

You gave up trying to explain. “I know what trees are,” you grumbled. “Never mind.” You crossed your arms and settled back into the seat of the speeder. Krennic was still smirking annoyingly at you. You ignored him and privately deciding that they must be some sort of communication towers. But why in the galaxy a moon would need such an abundance of comms towers or why anyone would want to visit them was a mystery to you.

***

“I win, you know,” Krennic announced a few weeks later, entering the drawing room of his apartment. You looked up from his couch where you were curled up reading the latest batch of ISB files on your datapad.

“Oh, I’m sure you think you do,” you replied with a wry smile. “What have you won?”

“Your birthday. I have just arranged the most perfect present for you. It took quite some doing. I’ve rather outdone myself, in fact, which is saying something.”

You groaned and set your datapad aside. “Ugh, every year I tell you that I do not want or need anything for my birthday. It’s not even for another month!”

“And yet, I am always compelled to do something deplorably extravagant.” He sat down on the end of the couch and pulled your legs across his lap. “Besides, I would think you would look forward to your birthday. With each passing year, it becomes slightly less inappropriate for you to be involved with me.”

You laughed and tossed a pillow at him. “Only if you plan to quit aging, old man.”

With a scandalized expression, he tossed the pillow back at you. You dodged it. “If anything about our relationship ever becomes appropriate, I may have to leave out of sheer boredom,” you teased.

“Noted,” he said, drawing you in for a kiss. “In that case, I will very inappropriately ask you to dinner, then very inappropriately invite you to stay with me tonight, so we can very inappropriately leave first thing tomorrow.”

“Simply scandalous,” you agreed, “but I can rarely refuse you.

“Where are we going?” you asked, knowing full well he would never tell you.

“Now, now, my dear,” said Krennic standing up and pulling you to your feet. “There’s no fun in spoiling a surprise.”

***

He took the element of the surprise of your present extremely seriously. He wouldn’t even allow you to pack, saying he had taken care of everything already. Indeed, when you got to the landing pad of his private shuttle the next morning, you saw your luggage already waiting. Krennic refused to give the pilot the coordinates of your destination aloud, transmitting them directly to the navicomputer instead. And when the ship was just about to drop out of hyperspace, he produced a blindfold.

“Really, Orson? That’s not a bit extreme?” you questioned.

“Not at all,” he replied. He stood behind you, but instead of securing the silk around over your eyes, he fastened a delicate silver chain around your neck. You glanced down. An irregularly-shaped shard of bright green crystal dangled from the chain against your chest. You knew at once what it must be, but you couldn’t believe Krennic would be so bold as to abscond a piece for you. But there was nothing else in the galaxy it could be. It was Kyber.

“Is this…?” you asked.

“Happy birthday my love.” He kissed your cheek and tied the silk band around your head.

In a moment you felt the gentle lurch as the ship fell out of hyperspace and began its decent to the planet’s surface.

The pilot made a smooth landing. When the shuttle ramp lowered, you strained your ears for a clue of where you might be. You heard the faintest but most melodious chimes.

Krennic took you by the hand and led you down the ramp. The ground beneath your feet felt soft yet stable beneath your boots. Krennic paused and you stopped too. The most wonderful scent filled your nostrils. You had never smelled anything like it in your life. It was sharp and sweet and spice-like, all at the same time. You stood, inhaling deeply, savoring the freshness of the air. All at once, you realized the sound you had not heard chimes, but birds.

“Do you know where we are?” Krennic asked.

You shook your head.

Krennic removed your blindfold. You blinked in the brilliant sunlight. It took your eyes a moment to adjust to the brightness. Then you gasped.

You were surrounded by dozens and dozens and hundreds of the structures you had seen on the holoboard all those weeks ago. Only they weren’t artificial towers. They really, truly were…

“Trees!” you whispered. You let go of Krennic’s hand and took a step toward the nearest one. You became aware of your heart pounding in your chest. Stretching trembling fingers toward the tree, you paused, then gently pressed your whole palm into the trunk. The cracked, rough bark felt like nothing else you had ever touched. You swore you could feel the life of the tree, pulsing through it, coursing into you.

Craning your neck, you tried to look through the branches to the very top. Peeking through the needle-like leaves was the bluest sky you had ever seen. Looking down, you marveled at the dappled sunlight dancing on the needle-strewn earth. The breeze tousled your hair as you wandered, trancelike, from one tree to the next.

These couldn’t be real, they just couldn’t. You could not comprehend how anything so massive and beautiful and strong could spontaneously exist in nature, independent of any human intervention. It was simply sacred. You stood still, your face tilted toward the sun in a clearing as though wanting to become one with the forest.

Krennic, however, was paying no attention to the trees or birds or sky. His eyes never left your face, and in his estimation, you had never appeared more radiant. He took a step toward you, accidentally snapping a twig.

You jumped. You had all but forgotten he was there.

“Do you like your gift?” he asked.

“Orson Callan Krennic!” you accused.

“Now how can I possibly be in trouble?” he protested, taking your hands in his.

“Only you…” you shook your head in mock annoyance.

“Mm, yes, only I am capable of many things my dear. I’m afraid you’re going to have to narrow that down.”

“Only you could devise a scenario wherein you are able to magnanimously bestow this grand gesture of a present to me, with the hidden motivation of proving yourself correct.”

Smiling mischievously, Krennic kissed your hands. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” His expression grew serious. “I would give you the galaxy if it were mine to confer. As things stand, this will have to suffice.”

You kissed him hard. “Thank you Orson. This trip was perfect. Can we please stay a while longer?”

Krennic tilted his head and gave you a sly smile. “The trip is not your present.”

Your hand touched your necklace.

“No…This,” he gestured, spreading his arms wide, “is your present.”

“The…forest?” you asked, confused.

“The whole moon,” he clarified.

It took a moment for what he was saying to sink in. Your eyes grew huge. “The whole—You bought me—Can you even do that??” you asked weakly.

“Can one in general buy a moon? No. But as you said last night, darling, I’m a difficult man to refuse.

“The forest moon of Endor. Doesn’t currently have its own name, but you can obviously call it whatever you like.” He continued on about the mass of the moon and length of day and the planet it orbited and other specs, but you weren’t comprehending.

An entire moon? He would give you the galaxy? Your head was swimming. In a dreamlike daze you kissed him again.

“It’s too much,” you said.

“It is, isn’t it?” he concurred, immensely pleased with your reaction.

You smiled flirtatiously. “I’ll need to thank you properly, won’t I?”

You could feel him getting hard already. “Yes, I think you better,” he agreed. “More than once?” he added hopefully.

You laughed. “Yes, love. All night.”

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Hit The Road

Chapter Fourteen (FINAL)

previous chapter epilogue (+18)

Summary: You are a hunter of supernatural beings who is forced to experience a new reality: being a vampire. The only thing stronger than your thirst for blood is your thirst for revenge.

Author's note: the characters mentioned here were created by Kevin Williamson and Julie Plec, based on the book series of the same name by author L. J. Smith. They don't belong to me. That said, this fanfic will be short. This fanfic may address scenes of violence, inappropriate language and adult content. Minors should not interact with this story. Also some information here is not in the order of the series or the same way it happened in the tv series.

Your plan didn't work out. Damn it! Stefan broke down the door amid your screams of pain and grabbed you, throwing you to the ground. Strangely, him throwing you to the ground might have hurt more than being burned in the sun. You don't remember much after that. You can imagine the Salvatores being furious because you tried to end your vampire life. You're almost certain that you're tied to a chair. You try to move your hands and feet but can't. Your eyes slowly open, revealing Damon's room, and then you realize that you are indeed trapped. Damon comes out of the bathroom half-naked, with only a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair wet. You look at him, furious. But you notice that even though you're angry, you don't want to kill him.

"What did you do to me, Salvatore?" You almost shout as you watch him dry his hair with another towel. He's ignoring you, undoubtedly. He takes off the towel from his waist, revealing his naked body, and then slowly starts to put on some clothes.

"You know, you've always been one of the smartest people I know. But trying to kill yourself while a group of people who care about you is trying to find a solution to your problem was the stupidest thing I've ever seen." Damon's tone of voice is sharp; he seems genuinely bothered by the direction this story would have taken if Stefan hadn't stopped you.

"Fuck off, darling, I wanted to die. Not because the idea of a slow and painful death makes me happy, but because dying would prevent me from hurting you." You respond rudely, still trying to get out of the chair where you're tied up. Damon smiles, watching you struggle to untie yourself.

"You won't get out of there without my help, my love. That's because humans hardly ever manage to get out of places on their own. And yes, I called you human. In fact, while you were trying to kill yourself, I was able to track down your ex-best friend Dimitri. He had a cure for vampirism with him. And let's say he was happy to hand it over to save you." Damon's tone becomes almost too dark as he speaks the last part. He definitely killed Dimitri. I can't say it terrifies me, but I think Dimitri sought Damon's wrath.

"You turned me human and killed Dimitri? Wow, it's shocking the amount of things you can do." You speak, facing Damon, almost as a challenge, even though you know you should be grateful for him stopping you from dying or killing other vampires.

"I wouldn't have killed your hunter friend if he hadn't refused to free you from that damn spell. One thing led to another. But at the end of the day, everyone got what they deserved." Damon speaks as he approaches you. He crouches down on the floor, facing you. His blue eyes seem darker, and his expression looks tired.

"We're back to square one, aren't we? You're a cruel vampire, and I'm a human. What now? I age while you remain immortal, watching me slowly die in front of you? Then when all this is over, you go back to Elena and live a vampire life with her?" As you speak, you feel like you're venting to Damon but at the same time complaining.

"We both have at least a few more years before you start worrying about age and dying. I gave you back your human life so you could enjoy it a little longer. But when you want immortality back, just like your vampire boyfriends." Damon unties you, touching your hand lightly to your cheek, wiping away the tears you were shedding without even noticing.

"Did you hear about my idea for everyone to date each other at the same time? Seems like almost dying left my mind clear." You speak, smiling softly, trying not to appear confused by the changes in your life.

"I want you to know that I made a choice too. I chose to stand by the idiotic woman who married me in a cabin because neither of us knew what we wanted." Damon kissed both of your hands gently, then gave you a peck on the lips.

"What a lovely way to make me feel bad. But I won't backtrack, I love you and your brother. Individually but significantly." You pull Damon's face closer to yours, giving him a longer kiss.

"I have to go get more blood bags from the hospital. I think you have a visitor speaking of that, see you later." Damon kisses your cheek and leaves the room almost immediately. You get up from the chair and glance around Damon's room.

"Stefan, I'm no longer a vampire, but I know you're there." You say as you lean against Damon's bed, relaxing your sore back. Being human is too painful.

"I thought it would be weird to come here, to my brother's room, to see you." Stefan says, entering the room with a smile on his face.

"It's not strange. I guess now we all agree that we're okay with the fact that I..." You almost finish the sentence but are interrupted by a strong and sincere hug from Stefan, who crouched down in front of you.

"I hate you, you know?" Stefan says, kissing your cheek, as if he wanted to savor every detail of you. You then give him a gentle kiss on the forehead and sigh.

"Thank you for saving my life. But next time you knock me down, I'm gonna punch you." You say as you hug him gently, running your fingers through his hair. And so your life as a vampire took a pause so that your life as a human could return, alongside the Salvatore brothers. Damon made a deal with you that when you're ready to be a vampire again, he'll turn you. Obviously, Stefan thinks you're better off as a human. For now, you continue in this romantic confusion where you date Damon sometimes, Stefan other times, taking life one day at a time.

The End...

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[CN] MLQC Lucien’s Wild Luxury date translation + video with sub EN

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

This post contains a detailed spoiler for a date that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

The slightly cool fingertips keep teasing and rubbing my wrist. In an ambiguous and ticklish feeling, the silk ribbon is tied into a bow.

My hands are completely restrained.

“If this student has no objections, then let's begin-”

“From now on, use your body's intuition to find the answer.”

”Give your body completely to me.”

[Warning]: The content of this date is borderline explicit and may not be suitable for individuals under the age of 16 (CN server). It is recommended that those who do not meet this age requirement refrain from proceeding beyond this point.

[Video + English subtitle]

(T/N: I highly recommend watch the date in video format or following the voice acting for complete experience.)

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=Part 1=

MC: The engagement banquet has been canceled?

I stand there in shock, watching Lucien take the steaming iron from my hand and turn it off.

Lucien: Hm, Xiao Fan just called and told me about it.

A trace of regret flashed across Lucien's expression. I open my mouth, so shocked that I don't know what to say for a moment.

The purpose of our trip was to attend the engagement banquet of Xiao Fan and Xiao Su, researchers from the Ultima Bioresearch Centre.

Since they met through Lucien's research project, they invited Lucien to be the witness for the engagement banquet.

We also arrived at this famous glamping hotel a day early to coincide with the rehearsal.

We had planned to spend a pleasant weekend here after the banquet, but now...

MC: Did something unexpected happen? Did they fight? Was it an impulsive decision? Or is there some other reason?

Seeing me keep asking questions, Lucien seems a bit helpless. He leads me to sit on the sofa where he sits down with me.

Lucien: I admit that the Great Producer is indeed very imaginative, but none of these are the reason for the cancellation of the engagement banquet.

Lucien: Their reason seems to be very simple.

Lucien: -When they finally reached the stage of engagement, they realized that they could no longer avoid the issues that had been left unresolved in their relationship. They needed to work together to resolve them.

Lucien: So they decided to take a break for a while and calm down.

MC: …The reason is so sensible, huh?

MC: But when it comes to your rigorous and restrained researchers, it somehow makes sense…

I mumble to myself and see a smile on the corner of Lucien's lips. He crosses his arms and tilts his chin up, looking at me thoughtfully.

Lucien: Seems that MC has some bias toward researchers?

Lucien: How could you forget that you and I have done some "crazy" things together that were not so rigorous and restrained.

Lucien: It seems that the forgetful producer needs to be reminded.

(T/N: call-back to Crazy Date!)

As he said that, he moved closer to me, and his warm fingers twirled the strands of hair near my ears, causing a tickling sensation on my face.

MC: There's no need to bother Professor Lucien~ I admit that I was not rigorous enough and had subconscious stereotypes!

I coyly raised my hands and saw his serious expression turn into a faint smile, only then did I let out a sigh.

MC: Okay, since it's their relationship, we don't need to say anything more.

MC: Shall we pack our bags and get ready to go home now?

Lucien: (chuckle) No need to rush.

Lucien: We can start our vacation here, just as we planned.

I blink in confusion, not understanding what Lucien means.

MC: But the engagement banquet has been canceled. Wouldn't it be inappropriate for us to stay here...

Lucien: Let us stay and enjoy our holiday, this is also Xiao Fan's invitation.

Lucien raises his chin and looks back at the private garden outside the window. The brilliant sunset reflected in his eyes, showing a beautiful glow.

Lucien: They said that because they had to deal with the nagging of their elders, they couldn't get away to appreciate the beautiful spring scenery here.

Lucien: So they entrusted us with the task of cherishing this springtime scenery for them.

I follow his gaze and look out the window, realizing what this "invitation" really means.

MC: Lucien, I sincerely take back the biased words that I just said.

MC: The researchers are not only strict and frenzied, but also understand the ways of the world and romance.

There's a chuckle from behind. Lucien gets up and walks straight to the hanging ironing machine. He then takes down the white shirt I just ironed.

Lucien: Being able to get approval from the great producer, I, on behalf of myself, express this researcher's most sincere thanks.

Lucien: And I would like to extend a formal invitation to you for a deeper understanding. How about it?

As he speaks, he undoes his shirt buttons one by one, revealing the smooth lines of his body.

Lucien: Since my girlfriend specifically picked out this shirt for our vacation, I must make good use of it.

His long fingers move slowly to the last button. With a slight sound, his muscular chest is bared before me, causing me to unconsciously swallow.

But in the next moment, he deftly puts on the white shirt in his hand, smirking slightly and extending his hand to me.

Lucien: (chuckle)So, would you like to go out and take a stroll?

=Part 2=

Our vacation began with an unexpected event.

Amidst the blooming flowers, chirping birds, and wild swans playing in the spring water, it felt like we had stumbled upon a utopia.

Before we knew it, we walked to the venue where the engagement banquet was originally held.

The waiters are removing the venue. They remove the tablecloths and chair covers, leaving them bare. There are many colorful balloons scattered on the grass.

The mix of warm and cozy colors amidst the messy leftovers left me with a feeling I couldn't quite describe. I couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia.

MC: Sigh...I remember when I went to see you at the research institute, and saw Xiao Fan giving Xiao Su a handmade lunchbox.

MC: I also saw them holding hands and going home together several times, with Xiao Su holding a big bouquet of flowers...

MC: They were so in love... how did things come to this?

Compared to my sighs and lamentations, Lucien's expression remains indifferent, and I can't discern any emotions from him.

Lucien: I think there may be a connection between loving each other and sustaining intimacy, but it's not necessarily a cause-and-effect relationship.

Lucien: In the same way, we can't deny the beautiful feelings they once had, simply based on the choices they've now made.

MC: That's true, but for people who were once in love but unable to make it last until the end, they must feel some sort of regret.

I can't help but pout. Lucien is about to move his lips and say something when a loud noise comes from not far away.

As we look around, we see waiters working together to carry a backdrop sign bearing the words "Eternal Love" and walk out the door.

Waiter A: Engagement without engagement is a plague. Back home, it is said that if you attend this kind of engagement banquet that gets canceled on short notice, it will affect your marriage.

Waiter B: Fake or not, it is important to go to the temple to pray and get rid of bad luck.

As they pass by us, they seem to catch a glimpse of us holding hands tightly, and their conversation abruptly stops, leaving the air thick with awkward silence.

I squeeze Lucien's palm. I want to quickly leave this awkward atmosphere.

Suddenly, there is a "crack" sound from behind us, and I instinctively turn my head to see the backdrop sign being snapped in half as it passes by the exhibition booth.

The word "eternal" just happened to break from it, like a wordless declaration, and I can't help but frown at it.

I subconsciously look at Lucien. He looks the same as usual, his eyes only lightly fall on this little incident for half a second and then look back at me.

I'm familiar with those smiling eyes, but for some reason, my mind was disturbed momentarily by the emotions that came out of nowhere.

I struggle to make the tone of my voice rise naturally and mentally tell myself not to think about it.

MC: Let's go, let's go somewhere else and take a look~

In order to shake off the negative vibe, we explore several other scenic spots in the hotel without even realizing it, until we arrive at a wishing fountain.

The sunset pours on the shimmering water, and the ripples are finely divided. A sculpture of the God of Love stands in the middle of the fountain.

MC: "Love wishing fountain, couples who both toss wishing silver coin into the square platform in the fountain, their love will be blessed forever."

I read the introduction plaque quietly and found the coin bank on one side. I eagerly picked up two silver coins.

MC: Although it's a bit childish, since we've stumbled upon it, Professor Lucien, would you accompany me in playing?

Lucien bends his eyes and leans down.

Lucien: How will you pay for this "playmate"?

His gaze seems to skim over my lips, and the end of his eyes is raised in a sly arc. I stand on my tiptoes and give him a quick kiss on the lips.

MC: Is this payment enough?

Lucien: Hmm... it seems a bit lacking in sincerity.

His feigned thoughtful voice was heard next to my ear as he clasped my waist with a little force, the sudden close proximity caused my heart to skip half a beat.

Lucien: So, I need to ask for some additional payment.

As he speaks, he leans down and lifts my chin, using his fingertip to lightly caress my lips.

I almost melt in his intense gaze and unconsciously close my eyes. With a light chuckle, he presses his warm and moist lips against mine.

The tip of his tongue gently circles around my lips before unreasonably prying them apart, bringing a familiar wet and warm sensation.

His hot fingertips slowly trail up from my waist, causing a burst of sensitivity to spread until his palm grasps the back of my head, deepening the kiss.

I have no resistance and can only let him capture my breath.

Lucien: Now, this transaction seems quite profitable.

His heavy breath falls evenly on my lips, creating an enchanting tide of heat. The tip of my tongue is lightly nibbled again before he pulls away from me.

My brain is still buzzing, and the flush on my face has not yet faded.

But my gradually clear mind made me open my eyes wide, and after confirming that no one was around, I couldn't resist the urge to pinch his palm.

MC: Lucien! We are in public place…

Lucien: A "reasonable fee" for public places. Miss, do you have any objections?

He teasingly narrows his eyes. His sly expression makes me lightly hit him on the chest again.

MC: ...I can never win against you!

Lucien: (chuckle) Since I've already charged the "fee", it's only reasonable for me to fulfill your wish.

Lucien calmly takes the silver coin from my hand and walks to the wishing fountain.

He rolls up half of his sleeve and stares at the square platform. The sunlight falls on his eyelashes, casting a small shadow on his face.

At the next moment, he slightly moves his wrist, and after a sharp throwing action -

The wishing coin makes a beautiful arc in the air, drops into the fountain, and lands on the square platform without a hitch.

I can't help but admire the sharpness of his stance, which overlaps with that of the theater bar on the cruise ship not long ago.

(T/N: call-back to Slow Motion Fireworks MQ!)

MC: As expected of "Mr. Challenger", he played steadily as always!

Lucien: I remember that MC's hit rate was equally impressive.

MC: That's all thanks to you. But today's game seems a lot less difficult than the dart throwing.

I said while following the example and mimicking Lucien's posture to toss the silver coin away. "flop"- the silver coin falls into the water, far from reaching the square platform.

MC:...

Lucien: Looks like this lady is a bit overconfident.

Lucien's teasing tone makes me stick out my tongue in embarrassment. I take the silver coin he handed me again, and use double the strength to throw it out.

This time it tumbles down to the other end of the wishing fountain with a clink.

MC: ...Again, too much force.

I adjust the strength, watching as the silver coin finally falls to the square platform this time, but it gets lifted up again by a slight ripple of water and slowly falls from the square platform.

The ridiculous rumors from the waiter's mouth now come to my mind. My heart feels blocked, and there's a vague feeling of unhappiness.

Unwillingly, I walked to the coin bank, but the next second I stood still-it was empty, and the silver coin was gone.

I point to the coin bank with a little bit of resentment.

MC: How can a hotel of this class be so stingy?

Lucien's eyes flicker as if he is holding back a laugh.

Lucien: Do you want me to ask for some more at the front desk?

MC: No need. After all, it's only a wishing fountain in a hotel. If you didn't make it, then you didn't make it.

His thoughtful gaze crosses my face and he glances aside at the introductory plaque.

Lucien: Is that so? I thought MC wanted our love to be blessed for a long time. That's why she worked so hard to throw the coins.

MC: ...I just think that it's fun, and as a scientist's girlfriend, I'm not so superstitious.

Lucien raises his eyebrows non-committally and looks at me with probing eyes. I unconsciously avert my eyes, not wanting him to find my little thoughts

The next second, however, I hear the sound of his footsteps.

I turn my head to see Lucien go to the other side of the wishing fountain, leaning over as if to pick up something, and then shake his hand to me.

The round coin reflects the golden light of the sunset, and Lucien's face is shrouded in a layer of faint gold.

Lucien: But I occasionally want to be a scientist who is so superstitious.

Lucien: So why don't we give it another shot, my Miss Producer?

=Part 3=

MC: ...Oh, how could I forget that there's still another one here~

The surprise spread in the bottom of my heart as I exclaimed in a small voice. I quickly walked towards Lucien and solemnly took the silver coin from his hand.

Sensing his half-smiling eyes, I quickly clear my throat and hold back my little smile.

MC: For the sake of Professor Lucien's invitation, I will try again!

But the moment I'm about to throw it, my thoughts suddenly get confused for some reason, and my raised hand hangs in midair.

Lucien: ...

With a sigh, a familiar scent gathers me into a warm embrace.

A slender hand closes around the back of my hand and gently squeezes the fingers holding the silver coin.

Lucien: (chuckle) MC doesn't seem to understand what I just said.

Lucien: I mean, since I'm the one who's "superstitious", why don't we try it together this time?

I blink belatedly and suddenly understand what he means.

MC: But if we throw them together, doesn't it count as cheating?

Lucien turns his head and gestures to me to look at the introductory plaque with his eyes.

Lucien: "Couples who both toss wishing silver coin into the square platform in the fountain…"

Lucien: The rules don't require couples to throw alone.

He pauses and affectionately presses his forehead closer to mine.

Lucien: Moreover, making a wish is a matter of sincere faith, and it can come true.

Lucien: Don't you think that the combined sincerity of the two of us would be more likely to move the God of Love?

His bewitching voice makes my mind sway, and the inner conflict in my heart begins to waver involuntarily.

Lucien: Then I'll take it as you've agreed.

Lucien: Now, just relax and feel me.

Without giving me a chance to refuse, Lucien has already caught hold of my fingers.

His low and hoarse breath lingers by my ear, causing me to lean back into the embrace behind me uncontrollably.

The warm and soft scent spreads around, passing through my clothes and blending with my scorching body temperature, sticking closely to me.

Lucien: Good, just give yourself to me. 3, 2, 1 -

At the moment the countdown ends, a familiar arc of light flashes and slowly descends toward the lonely silver coin.

On the square platform, two wishing coins are overlapped, emitting a bright and shining light.

MC: Wow, we won!

I can't help but excitedly throw myself into Lucien's arms, and a low laugh spills out from his chest.

Lucien: (chuckle) Doesn't it seem like the less-superstitious scientist's girlfriend is even happier than I am now?

His emphasis on certain words makes me sheepishly raise my gaze, and meet with his teasing eyes.

Realizing that my little thoughts have been completely exposed, I simply act like a spoiled child and snuggle in his arms.

MC: I admit -- I really do want to hit the mark and get some good omens.

MC: After all, the cancellation of the engagement banquet was so sudden, and the rumors that those waiters spoke of made me a little concerned...

MC: Coincidentally, when I saw this wishing pool, I inexplicably fell into the mood of 'must hit the mark'.

Lucien: (chuckle) Is that all there is to it?

The muffled sound of his chest echoes in my ear as Lucien calmly takes over the conversation.

Lucien: Why do I remember a little girl furrowing her brows when the backdrop sign broke?

MC: …You noticed that?

MC: I-I just thought it was a little unlucky that the backdrop was broken at that exact moment, and we happened to see it.

MC: But thinking about it carefully, there's really nothing to be concerned about, really!

Upon hearing my words, Lucien slightly lowers his body, gently looking into my eyes with tenderness.

Lucien: It doesn't really matter even if you mind.

Lucien: The reason why people often care about things that do not meet their expectations is often a reflection of their positive expectations for the things they cherish.

Lucien: The more cherished, the more it is cared about.

Lucien: But I hope that the next time MC makes a wish for something like "eternity" for our relationship-

Lucien: Instead of relying on these external factors, we should focus on ourselves.

His calm voice carries an unquestionable conviction. I gaze fixedly into his eyes, and the jumbled thoughts in my heart are like being gently soothed, giving rise to a sweet feeling.

MC: Professor Lucien is absolutely right. From now on, I will only focus on you and won't be disturbed by any inexplicable external factors.

Lucien: Words alone are not enough to prove it.

A curve forms at the corner of Lucien's lips, and he slightly opens the distance between us. He pretends to be serious as he crosses his arm.

Lucien: I believe that this student's future performance still needs another 'test' to prove it.

MC: Please instruct me, Professor Lucien~

(T/N: This sentence is often used to express a respectful request for guidance or advice from someone in a position of authority or expertise.)

As I stand up straight with the appearance of a well-behaved student, Lucien raises his eyebrows and takes me to a private garden within the suite by the hand.

He inserts the key that matches the room card into the garden lock and opens the door.

The bright light penetrates through the treetops and casts dappled light on the white hammock. The garden is pleasantly fragrant.

Lucien casually leans against the flower rack, and a hint of ambiguous light flickers in his eyes as he looks at me.

I inexplicably swallow my saliva and maintain my inner composure.

MC: Are we going to conduct the 'test' here?

Lucien: Um. In this 'test', our bodies are indispensable 'teaching tools', so...

His loose-fitting shirt is playfully blown open by a gentle breeze, revealing a vast expanse of skin and springtime sunlight pouring out from his collar.

Lucien: I need a "classroom" that is private enough.

I don't know what he's going to do, but my ears inexplicably feel hot.

Lucien's eyes are shimmering with a deep glow, and his hot palm grips my wrist, pulling me to sit on the hammock.

Lucien: To successfully complete this "test", I need to exercise some teacher's rights first.

The exquisite silver key suddenly hangs from his fingertips, and the amethysts embedded in it shine with a translucent light, barely grazing his alluring chest.

Lucien: Control the testing time and also control any factors that may affect the "exam discipline", which is-

He suddenly pulls out the soft satin ribbon on the flower stand and has already suppressed his smile, his eyes deep and mysterious.

Lucien: -You.

His steady heartbeat quickly envelops me as his scorching breath falls on my neck. I stand still as if enchanted, letting him wrap the soft silk around my wrist, loop by loop.

The slightly cool fingertips keep teasing and rubbing my wrist. In an ambiguous and ticklish feeling, the silk ribbon is tied into a bow.

My hands are completely restrained.

Lucien: If this student has no objections, then let's begin-

Lucien: From now on, use your body's intuition to find the answer.

Lucien: Give your body completely to me.

=Part 4=

(T/N: -if you didn’t listen to the voice in this part you’re missing on a LOT of stuff. I won’t describe every… interesting sounds that he makes here bc that means I have to describe almost EVERY SINGLE LINE that he said in this part. so, please go watch/listen *wink*)

I instinctively moved my wrist and realized that Lucien had tied it tightly. A soft touch suddenly covered my forehead, like a light feather brushing by.

At the same time, the silver key in his hand reflects a fine, dazzling light, and my gaze follows its light arc, and then it falls back to the balance point.

The next moment, Lucien's kiss also ends, and the warmth on my forehead disappears with it.

Lucien: This is my first question. MC can answer now.

MC: ...?

Like a student caught daydreaming during an exam, I stammered and couldn't come up with a coherent response.

Lucien: That means we need to focus on the next question.

Lucien doesn't seem surprised. Instead, he affectionately taps my nose as if it's expected. Then, he applies a slight force on the wrist, and the silver key swings again-

He bends down and takes my earlobe into his mouth, his hot breath brushing against my cheek and sending a shiver down my spine. I squirm and turn my head, tickled by the sensation.

He presses his fingertips against my chin, forcing me to endure his increasingly scorching demands.

Lucien: [subtle wet sounds] This student is zoning out again.

The tips of his teeth playfully scrape against my ear, stirring up a tingling sensation that sends electric currents coursing through my body.

MC: Because it's so ticklish…

I murmur to surrender myself to him, my voice overflowing with sickly sweetness. But he has no intention of letting me go, burying himself in my neck, his moist breath brushing against my skin.

He carefully nibbles, and the dense needle-like sensation brings a wave of heat, making my breathing gradually erratic.

Lucien: What about here, do you just feel ticklish too?

His fingertip falls on my chest, tracing circles in a bewitching manner. I feel restless and want to reach out and hold him, but the frustrating sense of restraint follows closely.

Just then, Lucien withdrew, and the no longer anchored hammock swayed gently, leaving me feeling as if I were falling into a void.

I raise my eyes in confusion and notice that the silver key has stopped swinging at some point. As my vision gradually focuses, a sudden realization dawns on me.

Does each swing of the silver key hold some meaning?

Lucien: Judging by the expression on this student's face, it seems that she's about to find the answer.

As he speak, the silver key sways again and Lucien's kiss lands on my lips once more.

He gently penetrates my unguarded teeth, and I instinctively close my eyes, feeling him roam and lick over every inch of my mouth.

In the tight embrace of our burning breaths, he nibbles on my tongue and lip, causing me to let out a whimper.

Amidst the tender entanglement, a vague thought flickers in my mind, but it is quickly drowned out by his overwhelming presence.

I decide not to think about anything and simply focus on indulging in the kiss, letting his intoxicating scent fill me up with every breath.

Time seems to slow down in this trance-like state as our entangled breaths become increasingly drawn out.

It feels like we've been in this moment for an entire enchanting spring

The sound of the silver key swishing through the air gradually stops, and when I gasp and open my eyes, the pendulum has just returned to its balanced state.

I think I know the answer now.

Lucien: Are you ready to answer this time?

Lucien playfully breathes softly next to my ear.

MC: Professor Lucien has put in so much effort, so of course I can't let you down. However…

I calm my slightly erratic breathing and bite down on the silver key under his gaze.

MC: I want to extend this analogy to other situations.

MC: Can the teacher cooperate with me to check if my answer is correct?

It seems like he didn't expect me to say that, and there's a hint of interest in his eyes.

Lucien: (chuckle) More than willing.

I wink at him and my bound hands loop around the back of his neck, pulling him gently towards me.

MC: That would trouble you to swing the key again, teacher.

Lucien obediently applies force with his fingertips, but the gradually deepening smile in his eyes shows that he is not at all under anyone's control.

The silver key swings as I let my gaze linger on his thin lips for a moment, then I lightly bite his lip.

I put my legs down from the hammock, bend my knee, and slowly press it between his legs, climbing up little by little.

His indifferent gaze freezes for a moment, and as his Adam's apple bobs, a rare blush suddenly creeps up to the corners of his eyes.

Seeing this, I mischievously increase the pressure on my knee until it lightly passes a scorching hot area.

Lucien: (grunts sexily)...

A sultry grunt escapes his throat, and the fingers that have been holding me tightly around the waist suddenly tighten even more. I press heavily against him as the curtains sway together.

The crisp sound of metal hitting the ground suddenly comes, and I can't help but look down. I see the silver key already slipping from his hand and falling to the ground.

I was about to say something when a cold touch fell on my face, and the darkening sky began to drizzle with small raindrops.

Lucien: (grunts and whispers hoarsely) Do you need to continue checking?

A hoarse voice comes through, and I fall into that hazy and enticing gaze, my mind swaying slightly.

I instinctively grip the back of his neck tightly and wrap my legs around his waist, until there is no gap left between us.

MC: Of course we should continue.

I lightly hook my leg and kick the silver key on the ground away. Lucien deeply looks at me, momentarily in a daze.

MC: How could the teacher be distracted while checking the answer?

I wink at him, my fingertips lightly exerting pressure on the back of his head, bringing us closer again.

MC: I want you to focus only on the present moment, on my breath, my touch, and my kisses.

Amidst increasingly scorching breaths, I hook my fingers around his neck and trace his gentle eyes inch by inch with my gaze.

MC: Isn't this the principle that Professor Lucien wants to tell me?

His burning breath is slightly stagnant. Lucien's eyes flicker gently, like a soft bright white moonlight.

The next moment, his palm moves to my lower back, giving a firm push as he lifts me up from the hammock and strides toward the room.

Lucien: You're really a clever girl.

Those delighted eyes keep gazing at me, full of warmth and tenderness.

(T/N: THE VOICE THAT HE MAKES HERE AFTER THIS IS GODLY. BLESS XIA LEI. also no, u can’t convince me they’re not f-ing in this, the desc is very subtle but you can HEAR it from his voice;))))

We walk to the room like this, until I am gently placed on the sofa and he unties the silk from my wrist.

In the next second, Lucien moves forward, his reassuring scent makes me feel unbalanced, but my heart is filled with joy.

Lucien: Congratulations to this student for passing my "test." However, I want to share the most important lesson.

I feel a moist sensation on my back as his lips graze over it, causing a ticklish sensation that spreads through my body.

MC: …What?

The arm around my waist tightened, and a deep breath fell on my back again, mixed with the wet and tingling sensation, creating a great sense of satisfaction.

Lucien: I have always felt that "eternity" is a very abstract adjective.

Lucien: I prefer to experience the present moment to understand the meaning of 'eternity' rather than reaching for it.

Lucien: But when I'm with you...

Lucien: Every moment, the joy and excitement I feel are more intense than the previous one.

Lucien: This makes me have to admit-

Lucien: While wanting to hold onto every moment tightly, I also unconsciously start to have expectations and concerns for the future.

Lucien: Looking forward to our next trip, next experience, or the next crazy adventure.

The warm sucking sensation continues to fall on my skin, with a slight sting spreading all over my body, until it arrives in the deepest part of my heart.

Lucien: Perhaps this part is what you have taught me unconsciously.

Lucien: So, for a long period of time to come...

Lucien: Let Teacher MC attentively evaluate my learning outcomes.

[Dating Diary]

Lucien was invited by a newly engaged couple from the Ultima Bioresearch Centre to attend their engagement banquet as their witness. However, when we arrived, the engagement banquet was suddenly canceled. The couple was very laid-back and asked us to stay at the Wild and Luxury Hotel for the vacation as planned.

We started our vacation unexpectedly. A series of unfortunate events made me feel uneasy, so when we passed by the wishing fountain, I pulled Lucien to throw a wishing coin together, hoping for good luck.

Lucien noticed my little scheme and helped me get the good luck I wanted. His comfort completely swept away my little bad mood. But at that moment, Lucien said he wanted to give me a "small test." Intimacy in the garden quickly led me to the answer to the "small test." But I didn't want to just obediently answer the question, so I used his method of asking questions and told him the answer."

#SO. MANY. EARGASM #HOW IS THIS EVEN PASS THE CENSORSHIP????#mlqc #mlqc lucien #mr love queen's choice #mr. love queen's choice #mlqc spoiler #mlqc translation #mlqc cn #love and producer #xu mo

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Yes! Mr Murphy (Rewritten)

PART 40: BACKFLASH

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Lots of Angst, Age Gap, Teacher x Student, Pregnancy Loss, Infertility

PLEASE COMMENT AND ENGAGE!

Backflash - Cillian's & Kit's Pov

It was the evening before your impending trip to London when Kit arrived at Cillian's apartment. They were going to discuss Cillian's schedule for June and July but, when Kit arrived, he noticed that she seemed distressed and somewhat sad.

Sensing that something was wrong, Cillian decided to see whether Kit was feeling alright first before getting to the nitty gritty of his promotional activities.

He led towards the sofa and gave her a moment to compose herself. Once settled, he took a seat next to her, careful to retain his distance before, finally, he asked her what happened.

"You seem upset. Are you alright?" he queried, his brow furrowed with concern. His compassionate nature made it impossible for him to remain indifferent while observing Kit's obvious struggle.

Her eyes misted over towards him, and she confessed, "To be completely honest, yes, I am fine physically. It's just... my mental state is struggling a bit lately."

She hesitated slightly, gathering courage to share another aspect of her troubled soul with Cillian. And so, she explained further, "Remember my friend, Catherine?"

Cillian nodded in acknowledgment.

"Well, she passed away one year ago today, and... I...don't know. I have just thinking about it a lot lately," Kit stammered while Cillian saw the pain etched upon her features, and without consciously thinking about it, his hand instinctively reached out to hers in a comforting manner.

"I am sorry Kit. It must be hard dealing with that loss," Cillian offered sympathy, understanding the depth of pain she carried.

Kit felt grateful for Cillian's presence, appreciative of his unwavering support during these difficult times as he squeezed her hand.

"Thanks, Cillian," she murmured, brushing her thumb across his knuckle, finding solace in physical contact with him, seeking comfort beyond words and, whilst this situation was somewhat awkward now, Cillian did not think anything about it.

"You know we can discuss work another day and if you don't want to come to London tomorrow, I understand," he offered, his tone light-hearted yet considerate. He understood the gravity of the loss, its effects on one's psyche. He himself had dealt with immense tragedies in his personal life too - those experiences taught him well.

"No, I am going to be fine Cillian. Thank you," Kit reassured him earnestly. "Despite, I really am looking forward to the BAFTAs" she told her boss, hiding her true intentions from him, adding an extra layer of subterfuge to her plan.

"That makes at least one of us then," Cillian chuckled, trying to lighten the mood with humor.

"You really hate publicity events, don't you?" Kit laughed momentarily and, although Cillian knew that her question was rhetoric, he answered it.

"True, indeed!" he smiled while Kit took advantage of this momentary lapse of vigilance to change the subject onto more familiar grounds, knowing full well that this might be her chance.

"Do you remember when we met, at this publicity event in Paris. You were promoting Peaky Blinders and were totally out of depth with the interviewer's questions," Kit recalled while steering the conversation closer to the darker corners of their relationship.

Cillian winced slightly, recalling that interview vividly – he had found himself flustered, unable to find the right answers to some probing questions.

"The questions were pretty inappropriate, to be fair," he countered, his voice laced with faint irony.

"Oh, sure they were! But still, your charm got you through it and it also got you a new admirer, namely Kim McGhee!" Kit grinned playfully, flashing her pearl white teeth in a teasing manner.

"Kim McGhee is one of the interviewers tomorrow and she still has a massive crush on you!" she stated casually. This time, instead of simply replying, Cillian looked up sharply and fixed his intense, blue-colored eyes on Kit.

"And I will try to avoid her at all costs!" Cillian exclaimed half-joking.

"Smart, especially since you are bringing your girlfriend to the event," Kit continued, maintaining eye contact with him. Cillian's face turned serious as he realized where this line of conversation was heading.

"You really don't approve of her, do you?" Cillian observed warily, choosing his words carefully.

"Y/N? Not exactly. She seems lovely but, let's be frank, there's quite a gap in terms of age between you two," Kit responded diplomatically, tactfully pointing out the elephant in the room. She didn't wish to offend Cillian unnecessarily, nor stir up conflicts. Instead, she sought to create cracks within your bond, sowing seeds of doubt.

"Your agency is concerned about your image and your publicity team wonders about why you would you choose to date someone so much younger than you?" she ventured, attempting to undermine Cillian's decision to be with you.

Feeling slight annoyance creep in, Cillian tried his best to defend his choices. "Look, Kit, I appreciate your concerns, but I don't care about what the press has to say about me. I am entitled to be with whomever I want to be and, quite frankly, love isn't measured based on age," Cillian defended his choice passionately, refusing to allow anyone to dictate whom he could fall in love with.

"Yes, but what about your career?" Kit persisted, determined to plant seeds of doubt in Cillian's head. "The agency thinks that you should keep your relationship on the low-down until the end of the year so that the Oppenheimer promotion will not be impacted negatively". She paused briefly, giving Cillian enough space to process her argument before proceeding with greater force. "We shouldn't ignore how people perceive you," she urged persuasively, making certain points with deliberation, keen to influence his perspective.

Cillian grew increasingly frustrated, but couldn't shake the nagging doubts raised by Kit who, firmly, reached for his hands again.

"This is the most important year of your career, Cillian," she pleaded softly, hoping that he would recognize the importance of managing his image. "You owe it to yourself to secure your future," she reasoned calmly, her brown eyes piercing deeply into his own.

"Kit, I...," he began to say but his words were interrupted abruptly as Kit leaned toward him, pressing her lips against his, her fingers clasping his neck tightly. It wasn't entirely planned; neither was it completely spontaneous either. The air between them hung heavy as Cillian was caught by surprise.

Kit's actions were not what he had expected and, quickly, he pulled away from her, leaving no doubt about his stance.

"Kit, stop," he uttered sternly, drawing back from her. Her heart raced wildly, having taken a risk which she hadn't anticipated failing so rapidly.

"What happened between us a few months ago was a mistake and I don't want to repeat that mistake, ever again," Cillian clarified adamantly, setting clear boundaries regarding his unwillingness to get romantically involved with Kit. "Please respect that boundary," he added solemnly, his expression betraying both his resolve and his disappointment.

Stunned by his reaction, Kit stood up reluctantly, her cheeks burning red with embarrassment and humiliation.

"I am sorry. Today was tough and I am feeling overwhelmed," Kit apologized sincerely, recognizing her misstep. "It won't happen again," she reassured him.

"It better not because, if it does, we cannot work together anymore. I hope you understand that," Cillian replied coldly, turning his attention elsewhere to escape any lingering awkwardness.

"I understand and I probably should go. We can talk about your schedule on the plane tomorrow

since I'm traveling with you anyway," Kit suggested, averting her gaze and avoiding direct eye contact with Cillian, feeling the weight of guilt settling heavily upon her shoulders after crossing the boundaries she herself set earlier. With a heavy heart, she bid farewell to her employer, mentor, and long-desired lover, only to leave behind confusion, hurt, and desire imprinted on her once composed facade.

Meanwhile, Cillian sat alone in his living room, replaying the confrontational moments shared with Kit in his mind. He wondered whether allowing her to continue working with him may have been a grave error in judgment and, though he resisted her advances, the strain has mounted now, causing a considerable amount of stress within his usually peaceful life.

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alexvulpinus · 1 month

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Untamed (mdzs) characters enter the Olympics!

Very slight zhancheng for those who are willing to see it.

TV Studio. Commentator 1 and Commentator 2

Commentator 1: Good evening, our viewers! Welcome back to our special segment, "The Most Elegant Young Gentlemen of the Olympics." We will be following their achievements until the very end of this grand sports event and updating the ranking of the most refined young gentlemen daily. So, where shall we start today?

Commentator 2: We’ll start with the most extravagant one! Jin Zixuan has just posed for a much-talked-about photoshoot with his cheese wheels.

Commentator 1: Are you referring to a commercial shoot? Sponsorship deals are common for athletes.

Commentator 2: No, according to Jin Zixuan's butler, who also came to the Olympics, that cheese was brought from home. Several wheels accompany Jin Zixuan to every championship. Aged Parmesan, served on a silver platter with a glass of century-old wine, is part of the athlete’s diet. In the photos, Jin Zixuan is portrayed sitting on four cheese wheels in a pose that can only be described as indecent.

Commentator 1: Not very elegant!

Commentator 2: But undeniably lavish. Jin Zixuan stated that he is accustomed to his cheese and has no intention of giving it up, even at the Olympics. For reference: one wheel of two-year-old aged Parmesan can cost up to sixteen thousand yuan and weighs thirty-six kilograms. How did they fit it all into a private jet?

Commentator 1: The butler probably brought it on his own private jet.

Commentator 2: It seems young master Jin is simply showing off.

Commentator 1: Perhaps, but this photoshoot will definitely be remembered for a long time! Parodies are already popping up online: the well-known prankster Wei Wuxian from the Yunmeng team is pictured sitting on four cases of beer.

Commentator 2: Speaking of the Yunmeng team and Wei Wuxian himself, his fans pay more attention to his antics than to his career, and quite rightly so. The scandalous athlete has already caused a stir by drawing attention to the problem of flimsy beds in the Olympic Village.

Commentator 1: Let me remind you that the Olympic Committee decided to install beds with fragile frames to prevent inappropriate behavior among athletes. The bed is designed to hold just one person, a measure aimed at discouraging orgies.

Commentator 2: Wei Wuxian declared that he came only for the orgies. But a source close to the Yunmeng team states, and I quote: "Wei Wuxian is as much a virgin as everyone else! Orgies, my ass!"

Commentator 1: There’s speculation that Wei Wuxian simply wants to cause trouble and create chaos. But let’s return to his achievements in the pool. Wei Wuxian accomplished something no one else has managed: he swam fifty meters with a full glass of beer on his head without spilling a drop! The feat was captured on video and has gone down in sports history.

Commentator 2: He had to do something with all that beer from the four cases.

Commentator 1: That wasn’t a problem at all; it was all consumed during a big party before the opening ceremony, where it was discovered that the beds break easily. Athletes from various teams participated.

Commentator 2: Now that’s true camaraderie; the Olympics is truly a celebration of international friendship.

Commentator 1: According to the coach of the Gusu team, Lan Qiren, "It’s disgraceful. Everyone will be punished."

Commentator 2: He says that at every Olympics and has repeated it many times throughout his long career.

Commentator 1: Indeed. Unfortunately, his team’s failure can’t be blamed on the scandalous drinking, as the pole vault competition took place several days later. Nevertheless, the athlete from Gusu, Lan Wangji, suffered a sudden failure. During his attempt, he first knocked the bar down with his knees, then with his... well, phallus.

Commentator 2: Tricky anatomy! It just goes to show that in sports, there are no small details.

Commentator 1: I wouldn’t call that a small detail! The footage of Lan Wangji’s "detail" has spread all over the internet, and the athlete is now receiving date offers. He has declined to comment.

Commentator 2: But the Yunmeng team didn’t hold back. They posted an edited results table on their Twitter, where next to Lan Wangji's failed attempt, they wrote: "But at least he's got a big dick." The other participants received less flattering remarks.

Commentator 1: A source close to the team responded to our editorial’s inquiry: "Why do you think I care about Hanguang-jun’s dick... I mean his results? We’re in different disciplines altogether." Let me remind you that "Hanguang-jun" is Lan Wangji’s nickname, given to him by the sports community for his high achievements and impeccable behavior.

Commentator 2: Many agree that Lan Wangji didn’t drop the bar with his jump but rather raised it, if you know what I mean.

Commentator 1: I’m afraid everyone does.

Commentator 2: However, it’s tough to find oneself at the center of such a commotion through no fault of one’s own.

Commentator 1: No one understands that better than Jiang Yanli. The athlete representing Yunmeng frequently finds herself at the center of gossip about a possible marriage to Jin Zixuan. Rumors of their engagement are constantly being confirmed and then denied.

Commentator 2: How could anyone turn down a suitor with that much cheese? It’s beyond me. But Jiang Yanli has made her mark at this Olympics with her outfits and accessories. She openly admits her love for knitting, and the entire Yunmeng team is wearing sweaters she made, emblazoned with Olympic symbols, which she managed to knit on-site. She also flaunts a handmade croissant-shaped handbag. Adorable!

Commentator 1: And that’s not the last story about baked goods today!

Commentator 2: Indeed, a representative of the Qinghe team, Nie Huaisang, has already gained online fame with his reviews of the food, particularly the sweets, in the Olympic Village. His TikTok videos mainly consist of him eating desserts. On camera, he’s already sampled countless muffins, croissants, pastries, and cookies, but only the glazed nuts received his highest rating!

Commentator 1: I must confess, after such a recommendation, I tried them myself. Nie Huaisang has excellent taste.

Commentator 2: But not much athletic success. I need a few seconds to clarify what sport he’s actually competing in... as you might imagine, there’s nothing about sports in his TikToks.

Commentator 1: But that doesn’t matter, because he didn’t become famous for that. Let’s remind our viewers that the Qinghe team had an unfortunate incident before the 100-meter hurdles. As all the athletes were injured and unfit to compete to avoid disqualification, they had to field any available athlete. That person turned out to be Nie Huaisang! A heroic figure, because losing in an unfamiliar discipline in front of everyone is not as enjoyable as tasting a chocolate cupcake!

Commentator 2: Rumor has it that this decision wasn’t Nie Huaisang’s, but his elder brother’s. According to our anonymous source, Nie Mingjue, who represents the shooting team, said, and I quote: "Would you please finally do something for the team, at least once!"

Commentator 1: Whatever the case, we all remember how Nie Huaisang slowly, with visible effort, stepped over the hurdles. Finishing last, he still set a personal record. Judging by the smile caught on camera in close-up, he enjoyed his debut in the unfamiliar sport! Though it’s possible the reason was the nuts he was eating right on the track...

Commentator 2: His first sponsorship deal is just around the corner!

Commentator 1: It will undoubtedly be a fruitful collaboration. Be sure to try them yourself, but take care of your teeth!

Commentator 2: I must say, at this Olympics, athletes are testing not only edible things. Of course, I’m talking about the tradition of biting medals, which is as old as the games themselves. This week, a young archer, Jin Ling, unfamiliar with or simply forgetting this custom in the solemn moment, earnestly displayed his medal to the cameras. Only when he noticed his competitors laughing and biting their medals did he quickly follow suit, though he made a slight error and just pressed the edge of the medal to his lips – let’s watch this video again... Adorable! Jin Ling can undoubtedly be considered the cutest athlete at this Olympics!

Commentator 1: I agree, though he found something to say about it. At the press conference the next day, when the video of his adorable reaction had already gone viral, he told journalists that, and I quote, "Uncle made me behave properly, not embarrass him, respect the customs, and do things like a decent person."

Commentator 2: And "Uncle" is Jiang Cheng, the brother of his mother Jiang Yanli, whom we’ve already mentioned in our segment. We’ll have more to say about Jiang Cheng later.

Commentator 1: No matter how stern his uncle’s heart may be, I’m sure it won’t consider such sweet behavior embarrassing.

Commentator 2: Jin Ling, however, is still demanding in his social media that people stop reposting the video and tagging him. For a young athlete, it’s quite forgivable not to know about "芭芭拉斯特赖桑德 effect".

Commentator 1: Let's move on from the youth to the old guard. In the shooting competition, Nie Mingjue from the Qinghe team drew attention. Unlike his competitors in this discipline, he competed without special equipment, and his relaxed posture and apparent disinterest in the event have sparked several memes. Fans jokingly worry that he didn't even want to come to the Olympics but was included in the team at the last minute.

Commentator 2: We should also note his impressive age for an athlete. Usually, you don't find veterans on the Qinghe team; they leave big-time sports while still young.

Commentator 1: Nie Mingjue’s biography is also interesting, or rather, its vagueness. He isn’t listed in any sports shooting associations, and in an interview, when asked about his coach, he replied, "That's confidential."

Commentator 2: After his performance, Nie Mingjue shared his impressions. Here’s a quote: "Good, but too easy and boring. What's the thrill when the targets stay in place, don't run, don't shoot back, and don't hide behind office desks barricade?" End quote.

Commentator 1: Ahem... I completely agree; we, in the world of sports, crave not easy victories but achievements at the limit of our abilities.

Commentator 2: And that brings us to our last story!

Commentator 1: A story of overcoming obstacles, as is fitting in big-time sports. Jiang Cheng, an athlete from the Yunmeng team, became famous not for scandalous antics or cute behavior but for his relentless perseverance.

Commentator 2: His entire sports career has been like a hurdles race. Among his confirmed conditions are PTSD, which developed as a result of the Qishan team incident.

Commentator 1: Our viewers will surely remember that. It was the biggest and longest-running scandal in modern sports, with dozens of victims in one way or another. After that, the Qishan team was permanently banned from competitions, although recently, some athletes have voiced support for allowing certain Wen athletes to compete under a neutral flag.

Commentator 2: For example, Wei Wuxian.

Commentator 1: Yes, exactly him. But let’s get back to Jiang Cheng.

Commentator 2: Let's do that! So, in Jiang Cheng's "track record," we have PTSD, anxiety disorder, depression, and ADHD. According to his former head coaches, Jiang Fengmian and Yu Ziyuan, and I quote, "It's unclear how he even achieves anything in life when there are far more talented and less problematic athletes."

Commentator 1: It’s not easy having your parents as coaches, ha-ha! But we must admit that Jiang Cheng successfully overcame that obstacle too. He’s already become an icon for many Olympic viewers, especially the young ones, who feel a kindred spirit in him. Together with the International Olympic Committee, we support the destigmatizing various disorders.

Commentator 2: Absolutely. A true champion can’t be stopped by anything, and perseverance, as we know, is sometimes more important than talent. Such perseverance has been recognized by sponsors, who chose Jiang Cheng as the face of their innovative product.

Commentator 1: The latest smart pillbox, in a sleek high-tech design with a built-in voice assistant, will remind you to take your medications or supplements and offer health tips. The special app allows you to store prescriptions and keep a health journal. It’s available in two colors: "Purple Storm" and "Lilac Tenderness."

Commentator 2: You can find a more detailed review in our segment "Essential Items for Young Gentlemen," where we test products presented by the participants in our ranking.

Commentator 1: Speaking of the ranking, it’s time to announce who our editorial team currently considers the most elegant young gentleman.

Commentator 2: I have a feeling there won’t be any surprises.

Commentator 1: And you’re absolutely right, because once again, the undisputed leader is Lan Xichen!

Commentator 2: What’s the secret to his success besides his stunning looks, excellent manners, and remarkable achievements?

Commentator 1: Perhaps it’s his refusal to be involves in any scandals at this Olympics and not making controversial remarks about other athletes or anyone else.

Commentator 2: Yes, avoiding bad publicity is a rare skill these days. And which discipline does he compete in?

Commentator 1: I’ll counter with a question: does it even matter?

Commentator 2: Indeed. During our broadcast, we received numerous calls, but none of the callers asked about personal bests, placements, or the overall standings. And the number of viewers for our segment in the new episodes, where we stopped talking about those things, has doubled.

Commentator 1: Sports aren’t the most important part of sports.

Commentator 2: And we’ll continue to follow what matters most until the closing ceremony of the Olympics in our daily segment. Thank you for watching, and see you tomorrow!

Giorgia Villa, an Italian gymnast, appeared in a Parmesan cheese commercial.

Katie Ledecky, an American swimmer, swam 50 meters with a full glass on her head without spilling it.

Anthony Ammirati, a French athlete, during a jump, hit the bar first with his knees and then with his member.

Tom Daley, a British diver, knitted a sweater and a croissant-shaped bag in Paris.

Henrik Christiansen, a Norwegian swimmer, reviews muffins at the Olympics.

Jolien Boumkwo, a Belgian hammer thrower, ran the 100-meter hurdles for her team at the European Championships.

Zhou Yaqin, a Chinese gymnast, saw other winners kissing and "biting" their medals and did the same.

Yusuf Dikeç, a Turkish shooter, performed as if he hadn't even planned to come to the competition.

Noah Lyles, an American runner who won a gold medal, admitted that he has a long list of conditions, including dyslexia, ADHD, depression, and asthma.

Also on AO3

#jiang cheng #lan wangji #olympics #paris 2024 #mdzs #the untamed #wei wuxian #nie huaisang #nie mingjue #jin ling #jiang yanli #jin zixuan #lan xichen #fic

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skania · 1 year

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Hello, what do you think about the parallel between

Hikaru Kamiki—Airi Himekawa to Aqua—Akane

And

Hikaru Kamiki—Ai Hoshino to Aqua—Kana.

If Aqua as Kamiki so they said Akane is Airi because they both a famous actress and Kana is Ai because she is famous idol.

Will the story repeat itself? will they have the same story? but i didn't think so. The patterns are similar but the stories are different.

But seeing from the storyline, Akane—Aqua is similar to Kamiki—Ai. Akane and Kamiki come from the same theater and they are both very talented actors and actresses who have star eyes. And Ai—Aqua came to Lalalai when there was a project workshop.

I also found Akane's lines and the lyrics of the same Idol song. Where Akane says "Lies turn into truth" and is also present in the lyrics themselves, broadly speaking the core meaning of the song and Ai's own story match very well. Where Ai also wants the lie to become the truth. So far I've only seen "lies become truth" in Akane and Aqua's relationship. This can also be seen clearly from the development of the story between Akane and Aqua.

Indeed, the Kana-Aqua relationship looks similar but it looks more like Goro-Ai. Aqua and Kana have the power to motivate each other. Kana who hides her potential as an idol and actress is motivated because of Aqua's support. Meanwhile, Aqua, who no longer had any interest in becoming an actor, was motivated when he saw Kana and Himekawa Taiki's acting. The funny thing is that Aqua entered the world of actors (again) thanks to Kana's request. and Kana entered the Idol world thanks to Aqua's request. Their pattern never looks to romance (only on Kana's side and no reciprocity from Aqua).

Meanwhile, Akane and Aqua seem to have reciprocity and their relationship is developing towards romance. I'm neutral and care about the storyline. This is from my perspective as a manga reader and anime viewer ONK. I've read the manga many times and the thing I caught was like this.

And also some people believe that Aqua—Akane—Kana similar to Tokyo Blade relationship between them. And will be like that in the story.

How about you? Your opinion always blows my mind. You are a neutral person if it goes to the storyline even though you are an Akane stan. It's rare to find an open-minded ONK fan.

Hi there anon, thank you for the thoughtful message! To be honest with you, I'm holding off from drawing any parallels between Ai-Kamiki and Aqua-Anyone because we just don't know enough about their dynamic yet. I feel like once we finally see this Ai in motion, we'll all be able to have a clearer outlook about her relationship with Kamiki.

For now, I get the feeling that when she met Kamiki, Ai found that "somebody to practice [loving] with".

It's hard to tell whether Kamiki was looking for the same thing because we don't know enough about his background just yet, but it's safe to assume that he was every bit as broken as Ai was—likely even more so, if his murderous streak is anything to go by.

But yeah, all in all, I'm kind of stuck here waiting for more information. I don't really like trying to predict Aka because he can sometimes do things on a whim, like the fact that Ai wasn't supposed to die at all when ONK started serialization lol

I'm actually kind of shocked to learn that people are already trying to draw parallels between Kamiki-Airi and Aqua-Akane though, because we haven't even gotten a single flashback involving them. The only thing we know is that there was a very inappropriate age-gap between them, which seems to imply Airi was a very messed up individual who took advantage of a child. I fail to see how in the world people can relate that to Aqua and Akane.

As for Tokyo Blade, I do think it's more complicated than some make it seem. Akane plays Sayahime, who was supposed to be Touki's love interest until the mangaka caved in and started pandering to fans, but Akane doesn't fit that role in the actual story. She was never presented as the main heroine, so Tsurugi never stole her place. If anything, Akane's role in the story for the longest time was to be Aqua's ally, so she is the one playing Tsurugi's role.

Yet, Kana doesn't quite fit Sayahime's circumstances either, because her screen time didn't lessen and most people do seem to ship Aqua and Kana over Aqua and Akane.

So I don't really think either girl is a 1:1 fit for either role. I do, however, think Aka's biggest meta commentary was this panel right here:

This is the way people saw Akane up to that point, and Aka knew it so he lampshaded it. He even has Akane acknowledging that if she allows things to carry on that way, she won't stand a chance:

It's also interesting to note that from this arc onwards, Akane truly steps up to be the one standing by Aqua's side. So once again, it's a matter of seeing where Aka is going with it, though I completely agree with you that Aqua and Akane are the ones who have gotten all the big development milestones.

Even when you isolate their moments and simply put them side by side, the magnitude and intimacy jumps out to the eye.

I feel that we can objectively say that there is just no comparison. Aqua and Akane are out there saving each other's lives, getting to know each other, guarding each other's secrets, hugging, kissing, dating, breaking up yet still fighting to keep the other safe, etc. Meanwhile Aqua and Kana seem perpetually stuck, the distance between them hasn't lessened. Their relationship hasn't evolved.

Of course, this doesn't necessarily mean that they won't end up together either way, because this is a fictional story after all and the author can do whatever he wants. But it does beg the question of why in the world has Aka kept his supposed endgame so static while Aqua and Akane got all the mutual development lol

Thank you once again for the compliment anon! I think it's because I've won and lost love triangles many times, so I've learnt to recognize the signs that point towards both sides of the equation 😂 There's also the fact that I'm in this for Akane, so whether or not she ends up with Aqua is besides the point as long as Aka does justice to her character and to their dynamic.

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I forgot to mention that Tokyo Blade-wise, I've always felt like this scene may be foreshadowing! If anyone is mortally wounded, I am fully expecting Aqua to get his miracle (be it through his own medical merits, through the Crow Girl or by any other means).

#onk asks convos #my aquakane meta

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alucarddear · 2 years

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Do you think the Taka and Sumi incident was Alucard's first time?

It probably was his first time, and that adds even more to how traumatising it must have been for him.

His character was socially isolated, highly introverted, the “cold spot” in the room. Sypha went on to say “his sadness is like an icy well; bottomless.” He didn’t seem like the type who would be actively seeking pleasure—that’s different to accepting it when offered, like he did with Taka and Sumi. Alucard never came across as flirty or suggestive or even inappropriate to signify sexual maturity in any way we can infer. In fact, we’d actually been fed the complete opposite signs.

The show also tried to tell us that Alucard was still emotionally immature, still growing up when he was forced to make the tough decision to go against his father. He also said so himself that he aged very fast. He was 19 when he attacked Dracula, 20 when woken up in S1E4, but given that he’d been asleep for a year, we can say he was mentally 19, max. (We don’t even finish developing our prefrontal cortex until age 25, so some immaturity at least checks out scientifically. As Sypha once said, perhaps he really was indeed just an angry teenager in an adult’s body :p).

I think it is highly likely that incident was his first time indeed. His responses to their advances showed signs it might have been his first experience. He was very flustered, and he even cried during it. I personally interpret that as overwhelm, like some sort of tears of joy as if he couldn’t believe it, the connection and intimacy that was happening at the time. “You’ve been so alone,” they said to him. He was shocked by that—flustered, hopeful, touched. Of course, unknowing of what was to come, of the two’s real agenda. Sam Deats confirms this is correct.

Thus, it wasn’t all sex to Alucard. (And that wasn’t even sex to Taka and Sumi either—it was borderline rape too. It was via deception. It was a mission. It was attempted murder.) But to Alucard, that was his first real taste of intimacy, the connection he was always craving. He was very lonely prior to them coming into his life. He was vulnerable and that was a completely abhorrent way to attempt to murder somebody, too. It fucks with the mind much worse than if they had simply attempted to poison him or outright stab him or something.

Not only will it make him mistrust humans, but it will also scar him romantically/sexually. It makes you wonder: how will he let another person in his heart? How will he be able to trust his future sexual partner?

We did see him regress a bit in the beginning of S4, and the show was clever about ending S3 with that downward spiral, giving us a glimpse of Alucard potentially going Dracula on us because of that incident (pikes, anyone?), but no, the kindness in him prevailed. Come S4, when humans needed help again, he let them in yet again, despite having very valid reasons to not want to take the risk again of being betrayed or backstabbed—literally.

That scene really didn’t need to occur to give him a bad time lol, and that was probably done for shock, but… his response after the fact is also one of the reasons why I love him tbh.

#Alucard deserved better #alucard #adrian tepes #adrian fahrenheit tepes #castlevania #taka Castlevania #Sumi Castlevania

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Intro Post!! Please read! :)

Hello and welcome to the Ask the Koopalings and Jr. Blog! Please read the following text before you follow or ask questions!

This is meant to be a fun blog for everyone! That means absolutely no asking inappropriate questions or prompts. (Do note that in my story, Koopas age differently from humans and therefore are *not* adults at 18.) Please only be sending legit questions/prompts, not spam messages. I will block anyone who otherwise breaks these rules, or makes me uncomfortable. Now onto the fun stuff!

The Koopalings and Jr.'s Short Bio:

Ludwig von Koopa: The eldest koopaling at 18 years old. Loves playing his piano, and takes pride in everything he does.

Iggy Koopa: The second oldest at 16. Quixotic, but exceedingly brilliant. Loves to tinker with electronics.

Morton Koopa Jr.: The third oldest at 15. Looks intimidating, but is indeed the sweetest of the bunch. He enjoys cooking, even if he's not so great at it.

Roy Koopa: The fourth oldest at 14. Short tempered, tough, and likes to cause danger. Can be hard-nosed at times, but will always come around to reason.

Wendy O. Koopa: The fifth oldest at 13. Has a realistic and tomboyish personality to compliment her feminine appearance.

Lemmy Koopa: The sixth oldest at 10. Silly and very extroverted, he loves to make anything he can fun, even for his enemies.

Larry Koopa: The youngest koopaling at 9. Has an optimistic and competitive spirit. He loves to hang out with his siblings.

Bowser Jr.: The only son of Bowser, heir to the Koopa throne, age 8. As energized and passionate as roaring flames, he's still learning to be a better future leader to his underlings, and a better friend to his adopted family.

Masterpost of the royal family's queer identities and disabilities

(I will try to answer every question with art, which may be digital or traditional. It may take some time to answer every question, so please be patient! I reserve the right to refuse answering any questions without given notice.)

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If you'd like, you can also ask my OC Suzuka questions or prompts! Same rules apply. Master post of information on him

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If you have any further questions, or just want to know, my main blog is @izzyfredpony .

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Ship Questions Redux: Ibis & Taia

II. GENERAL

Who initiated the relationship, and how did they go about it?

What relationship? You mean he pretending to be a tutor to get dates, she falling for it and ending up in his room, and then her taking it a step further? Well then, that, that's what happened.

Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?

Ehm...does lunch in the school cafeteria count? While Ibis used his powers and his friends/siblings to make sure they weren't interrupted and she felt extra special? It was fine. He watched her eat and made her blush by winking, smiling, and telling her whatever he could think of.

What was their first kiss like?

Basically she threw herself at him.

Were they each other's first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)?

First almost everything. Except relationship. They still both refuse to call it that, and he officially had a girlfriend before her (she was his first kiss). But otherwise? first time, first...bae, first KID!

What is their height difference? Age difference? Do either matter to them?

Oh, he's taller. He's hella tall. He's over 6 feet, she's around 5'5". However she's older, by like 6 months. They care about neither of those things but won't lie that it's a pro (his being tall is a pro to her, her being older is a pro to him).

How do their personalities complement each other? How do they clash?

They're both stupid - ok ok, I kid. They're not. They were just teenagers, can't expect much. Normally when they think about the future is in a dreamlike, faraway, way, instead of an imminent thing you need to plan for. They often live in the moment and forget about everything else when they're together.

He doesn't worry about the future because he feels he's already got all he wants. She doesn't worry because why worry about something you can't control? Until recently she thought the plan was obvious, she'd just follow it and that'd be it. Of course, Lori wasn't part of either of them's plan.

What is their relationship with each other's families like?

It's mostly positive. Ibis parent's always got mad at him, not her. AND they mostly got mad at him for lying and the drugs and cutting class, not for having a girlfriend or having sex. Her parents wouldn't believe they were having sex, and because he came from money and an influential family (his uncle is the mayor!) they liked him, or at least approved of him.

Who takes the lead in social situations? How are they around each other's friends?

Ibis takes lead. He's friendly and very comfortable with people. She's shy.

Her besty hates him, outwardly, and loudly. His friends think there most be something wrong with Taia to fall for him, but ultimately like her, and saw that he was indeed smitten while with her. I mean, he stopped seeing them as much in favor of sneaking around with her.

Who gets jealous easier?

Ehm...neither one? Maaaaybe Ibis, but mostly cuz he refuses to believe anyone could possibly be better than him lol. Especially when he was 15.

What are their parallels, whether in their personalities or their histories?

They both love to travel, and dreamed of going around the world doing nothing but practicing their craft (and for a moment there, being with each other). Neither one made plans for the future (though for different reasons).

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other's ear in public?

Ibis 💯 He doesn't even need to whisper, he can mind write it, and does.

Do they hide anything from each other, big or small?

lol lots, but most notably SHE HID A WHOLE KID FROM HIM

Which one thinks they aren't good enough for the other, if at all?

Taia was worried about him forgetting her. Don't worry girlie, he CANNOT.

What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise?

Oh so soooo many. Hera ya go, a playlist

What is their most common argument about?

They haven't argued... yet.

#Deadwylers #Ibis Deadwyler #Taia Rose #OC Meme #once again - open to answer these for other pairings #Spotify

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helenofsimblr · 1 year

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Ozen: Francine was conceived her on the islands then.

Stella: She was indeed. In another 10 years or so I will be REALLY old and wrinkly, she laughs.

Morrigan listens quietly.

Ozen: I bet time slows for you on the island. Everyone here ages well.

Stella: Well I like to think so, Kevari seems to have done well here, despite all the drinking and smoking she does! Or maybe that's her secret! she laughs.

Morrigan: Mama Kevari has been here for a long time. I wouldn't use her as a standard. She talks of when father was a youth.

Stella: Oh dear gods she must be old as the sand.

Ozen: Yeah, no one really knows how old she is. There's no record that can confirm it... and she won't give me a straight answer.

****

Stella: Should never ask a ladies' age Ozen.

she looks at Morrigan and nods.

Morrigan: I taught him that, but he has never listened well. Always asking inappropriate questions.

Ozen looks away and then winks at Stella,

Ozen: Yes yes, the horrid little Prince who doesn't listen... that's me.

Stella: Just determined and independent Oz. Right?

Ozen: Right!

Morrigan: I merely tried to teach him the traditions and laws he needs to know as a Prince. He preferred racing me... and hide and seek.

Elita: Stella understood that Ozen had needed a mom, and Morrigan had tried to be that for him. But he wanted her to be his playmate. Stella found herself wondering if she had stayed, maybe everybody would have been happier. Her, Triton, Morrigan, Ozen, and Francine of course…

****

Ozen: How long were you on the island with Father? After the ruffians and your ability to see through his siren call?

Stella: Definitely a week. I was there for 2 weeks, and I met your dad at the start of the second week and so we had 6 or 7 wonderful nights and too much information, I'm sure. Talking about this with his kids, I'm not sure she wants to hear about it, I sense you still don't entirely trust me Morrigan.

Morrigan shakes her head,

Morrigan: As long as you don't go into the details of the physical bits, I think we'll be ok... and yes. I don't trust anyone entirely. It's nothing personal. My country, my family and my islands are my responsibility to protect. If I trusted everyone, it would be folly. I'm sure you understand that as a lawyer of renown.

Stella: Indeed I do.

Ozen: Yeah, long as you skip the uh, naked bits. We'll be good.

Stella: Perhaps if I just tell the story from the start, as in the bit where I decided to visit Sulani that'd be a good idea…

#ts4 #ts4 story #sims 4 #sims 4 story #Tales From The District #Season Two #Collab #Sparkiekong #Crossover #TAC #KSU #Morrigan #Stella #Ozen

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steamberrystudio · 2 years

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Hi! Ok so, I've never said/messaged anything before because I'm more of a lurker, so I'm sorry for not saying anything before now, but! I just want to start by saying I love your writing! Proof, on Steam I have 134+ hours for Changeling and 137+ hours for Gilded Shadows, and those numbers are only gonna grow because I come back to replay all the time (plus we haven't even gotten to Reuben and Yuu yet!). They're like, legit some of my fave games. Anyways, I do have a question/ask other than just showering you in praise. Sorry in advance for the wall of words but I am literally incapable of not typing a book no matter what it is. And that's paired with the fact that I've been wondering about this for a long time now and am dying to know now that Quill's route has been released. So without further rambling, my question is this: How does Neo Human/biosynth biology work as far as having children and just… reproducing and growth in general? I guess? Ok, like, I remember Quill said that they mature super quick where they're fully mature in like 5 years, and he also mentioned having parents and and sister. How does this work? Are biosynths "built" fully grown (and the parents are just the ones who built them? Or maybe where they got the bio DNA from or something?), or can they get pregnant/get others pregnant? If they can get pregnant, does the baby gestate for the same amount of time as "normal" humans, and then they give birth the same too? And once they're born, are they small like "normal" humans and then just rapidly grow into adulthood in like 5 years? Both mentally and physically? So something like looking and thinking like a infant/toddler when 1 or 2, like a child when 2 or 3, like an adolescent when 3 or 4, then a fully mature adult by 5? How does that work if they have a lot of sythetic parts? Like, their bones are zisiltan right? Can the non-biological components grow as they age like the bio parts can? Speaking of age, do they keep aging once they hit maturity? Can they grow old and die like "normal" humans? Can they get "upgrades" to keep themselves going longer, or do their bio parts force them to eventually expire like "normal" humans? If they do age, is it at the same rate as "normal" humans? On top of all that, if they can reproduce like "normal" humans, can they do so only with other biosynths or can they with a "normal" human? If so, how would that work? Would the child be half and half, or more one than the other? How does any of this work?? Ok. So I'm sorry for the question vomit up there, but I just have a lot of thoughts and feelings about this and am hyperfixating on the unknown details a bit, especially after Quill's route, and am just dying to know how that would all work, especially when imagining Quill's past, and his and Morgan's potential futures. I'm sorry if any of this made you uncomfortable or was inappropriate, or is just something you don't want to answer. If so, I understand. Just know that I love your writing! I get so invested and it makes me so curious to know everything about the beautiful worlds you create! <3

Some of the answers to your questions are undefined intentionally (I just didn't want to) but I'll answer what I did make up my mind on. One thing I decided early on is that it's really not comparable to the human experience because humans and Neo Humans aren't the same species.

When you look at something like a puppy and a fawn - puppies are helpless little sausages for weeks while fawns can stand and move around on their own in less than hour. They're just not comparable in terms of development. You'd never be able to understand a fawn's development in terms of a puppy's development. You have to look at it like its own thing.

It's kind of the same scenario. In many cases, there is not a 1:1 comparison between human children and Neo Human children because they're totally separate things.

To get to specific questions.

- Neo humans do not and cannot reproduce sexually, no. They do, indeed, have to be engineered. They have no mechanism for sexual reproduction and fertility. That said, they can "have offspring" with a normal human since genetically, their organic parts are human.

- I ultimately decided that Neos probably use a generic construct for the first few years of their life before being transferred into a permanent body. This gives time for their permanent bodies to be fully constructed. But means that the children probably are smaller than adults (for convenience) but are also kind of…all the same in appearance.

- They do get biological information from the parents' bio-parts which are used for the child's bio-parts (the only gene editing they do is for fatal genetic anomalies. They don't do any other gene editing/fixing) and are able to engineer the physical body by extrapolating the physical features of the parents into a child. So Quill, for example, does share DNA with his parents and there is a family resemblance.

Quill and Morgan could have a child together (you never asked but I felt like that's what you were getting at). They would be engineered like a typical NH child using Quill and Morgan's DNA as well as their physical appearances.

- Neo Human children are pretty self-sufficient incredibly fast. And because their brains develop quickly, they have no equivalent of infancy or, really even being a toddler. They grow and learn in a completely unique way that isn't really comparable directly to human childhood.

- Regarding ageing: One thing that I can't remember if I've ever stated openly is that humans on Arcalis naturally live much longer than our current life span. It's normally about 150 Earth years (so in Arcalian years, getting up into the 200s is really common even without medical intervention). Their "prime" is much longer, though they hit maturity at the same pace. So they essentially become an adult at the same pace we do but then stay in their "prime" for a much longer period.

An example I use is Keres who, I think, is 50 earth years. I actually made him look older in the game than he should because I didn't want to have to explain the age thing. But he's actually considered quite young still and would probably not look that much older than Caissa. He should probably look like someone in his early 30s (no grey hair for sure). But, I did make him look older to not confuse people. If you think about life stages, Keres is only 1/3 of the way through, not middle aged like you'd assume.

So the reason I bring this up is because when we start talking about ageing - even for Neo Humans - in the first place you have to understand that everyone is reaching their geriatric stage much later than what you would think. And then, yes, there are medical interventions that can absolutely keep people alive even longer. But brains are organic and that is where the consciousness resides. You can only prolong life for as long as the brain can last; you can't just replace that with an upgrade like you can a heart or something like that.

So I don't have a set life span for Arcalians in general. Neo Humans probably live a little longer than most humans because their physical bodies are already mostly cybernetic. And due to restrictions most humans can't add enough cybernetics to prolong their lives that much. But it's not a situation where Neo Humans are basically immortal. I don't know how much longer their life expectancy is. Maybe a few decades but probably not as much as you'd expect - and humans could definitely live as long without the restrictions to use of extreme cybernetics.

Anyway, I hope that answers all your questions - I didn't touch on everything you asked but mostly because some answers are implied by other answers while some questions become moot for the same reasons.

#gilded shadows #quill #biosynth lore

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