#i am so knowledgable of the topics and they are so happy they allowed me to do the interview

[tiny-vermin]

i just did an interview for something really important and i think it was hot garbage and im so scared . ive been looking forward to this for . 2 years now . fuck my life .

my mind is pliable rn so im going to fake myself into thinking it was all really good

[yuki-world]

那维莱特 | NEUVILLETTE ; TEACH

summary | you're just so sexually inexperienced, surely neuvillette, someone who has lived for millenniums, could teach you a thing or two about pleasuring someone?

tags | nsfw (smut), fem!reader, slight corruption, first-time blowjob, throat bulge, face-fucking, cum swallowing, praise kink, mentions of virginity, 1.9k words

a/n : you have no idea how down bad i am. pt 2 here —> learn

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neuvillette is not amused.

he’s always open to sharing his knowledge with others; in fact, he has been teaching you a plethora of things, more than you could’ve imagined. you admired neuvillette, he knew that very well. experience was definitely something he didn’t lack.

but some things… aren’t meant to be shared, especially not whatever you were asking for.

“its not that big of a deal,” you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. “you said you would teach me anything.”

“please, it's unwise to joke about things like that,” neuvillette says. he looks at you for any hints of a smile, a giggle, anything to indicate that you were joking. he sees nothingー just you with your head slightly tilted, waiting patiently for his answer. quite cute, he must admit.

look, he understands that you are a curious person; you’re always up for expanding your knowledge. but isn’t this… a little too much? asking him to teach you how to give a blowjob? it's not like he didn’t have experience with… that. but this topic wasn’t exactly what he had in mind when he said you could ask him anything.

but neuvillette has a soft spot for you; he’s come to grow fond of you. what started from him finding it annoying how you pester him on the daily, to him looking forward to seeing you as an escape from his work. you’re like a breath of fresh air. he has no obligation to, but he feels like it's his job to guide and protect you.

the room fills with silence, and you attempt to draw an answer out of him again. he’ll probably give in, you think. after all, he does have a soft spot for you. “oh, but i’m not joking,” you rebutted. “why won’t you teach me?” you try again, hoping your question would be answered.

its silent yet again, the lack of response making you click your tongue. its hard to figure out how he’s feeling, because the look on his face tells you nothing. that’s when you thought you could tease him a little to get a reaction out of him, if that would even work.

“how disappointing. i suppose i’ll just have to ask someone else, maybe wriothesley? i’m sure he’ll be happy to teach me.”

the mention of another man’s name has his attention back onto you immediately. sure, he’s hesitant on teaching you about pleasuring someone. but no way is he going to let you ask someone else about this; he won’t allow it. won’t even consider it. the image of you sucking another man off has him furrowing his eyebrows.

“what do you think? or maybe i should askー”

“i think that’s enough, y/n.”

at this point, you think you might’ve actually made him angry. he’s never sounded this strict with you before, it almost sounds like he’s about to give you a whole lecture on why you shouldn’t be asking for these types of things. but he doesn’t.

it’s such a dirty act, it feels terribly wrong, but he simply couldn’t deprive you of such knowledge. if something like this piques your curiosity, then he will go along with it to satisfy you.

neuvillette clears his throat, composing himself. “i will only teach you onceー once and we won’t speak about this again. does that sound alright?”

he sees your face light up in an instant, nodding eagerly. “thank you, neuvillette! i will be forever grateful!” you exclaim, and he feels his cock twitch in his pants. fuck, he thinks. you’re going to be the death of him.

“kneel for me,” he asks of you, and you lower yourself obediently. you’re directly facing his crotch, and embarrassment creeps onto you. you shy away from the image in front of you, nervously playing with your fingers. your face is flushed red no matter how hard you try to hide it.

he notices immediately, hand reaching to stroke your hair, intending to provide some sort of comfort and reassurance. “are you nervous?” he questions, and you nod slowly.

“oh, love. don’t be nervous. i’ll teach you everything you need to know.”

your heart jumps at the pet name, eyes widening. that felt way too good to hear. you don’t ask if he called you that by mistake, partially because you were too eager to proceed, but also because you didn’t want him to correct himselfー if it was even a mistake at all. “please do, neuvillette,” you urge.

he finally releases his cock from the confines of his pants, hard and erect as it lightly slaps your cheek when he pulls it out.

you almost start drooling at his length. it was so large, so long, so thick. you haven’t even put it in your mouth and you’re already starting to think about how it would feel inside you. the pink tip leaks pearly drops of pre-cum. your hands reach up to his cock immediately, and he hisses.

“eager now, are we?” he teases, while you’re still in awe over his impressive size. he silently chuckles at how you admire his length, almost like you just found treasure. “have you ever seen a cock, y/n?”

you’ve… seen a few. not in real life though, and definitely none similar to his size. it's different, in a good way, seeing it up-close. it’s even more special because it's neuvillette. “not in real lifeー not like this, no.”

“i see,” he says, exhaling as he pulls your hand off, giving himself a couple of pumps. were you really that pure? it makes him so hard.

“are you ready? listen very carefully, yes?” he guides his cock onto your lips, tapping a few times. “take it in slowly, and ensure your teeth don’t touch,” he tells you.

he taps his cock on your lips again, and you open your mouth again without any hesitation. he guides his cock into your mouth inch by inch, and you taste his pre-cum on your tongue immediately. a tad bit salty, but you can take it.

“y/nー oh…” he sighs in pleasure as he feels your mouth wrap around his cock-head. he was in heavenー your mouth was so warm and wet, he could barely control himself from fucking into your face. he should be the one composed, he should be the one staying calm, he’s the one teaching you for fuck’s sake; yet he’s the one struggling as you start taking his cock further into your mouth.

“just like that, a little moreー mmh… thats it,” his breath hitches when he feels the tip hit the back of your throat. he was so deep in, but he wanted to just thrust it in further. you took it so well, he thinks. not even gagging like he expected you to, and no teeth just like he told you to. how obedient.

you adjusted your mouth on his cock as your drool started dripping down onto your lap. your hand reaches up to stroke what you couldn’t take in, and it elicits a gasp from him. he doesn’t instruct you to, but you start moving on your own as if you’ve done it before.

you drench his cock with your saliva as you suck him off, your hands holding his thighs for support.

“such a good girl, y/n. you take my cock so wellー don’t even need to teach you,” he praises and you hum around him as a form of thanks. you take that as motivation as you suck faster, occasionally swirling your tongue on the tip. you tongue his slit, licking up every drop of pre-cum that leaks.

he throws his head back when you take him particularly deep in your throat, and he almost couldn’t take it anymore. he stops you, pulling you off his cock. copious amounts of saliva drip out, a string of saliva connecting his cock to your mouth.

this was a sight he could only ever see in his dreams. your lips swollen, cheeks flushed red, your eyes tearyー god, he loves you, he really loves you. he thinks you look absolutely beautiful even with your face covered in your own spit. this does it for him.

“stay put, and let me fuck your face, alright? can you handle it, love?” there it was again, calling you ‘love’. you’re smitten, you’d do anything after hearing him call you that. “iー i can handle it.”

neuvillette smiles, wiping off some of the drool on your face before he slides his cock inside your mouth again. “as expected of my good girl.”

his hands hold the sides of your head for stability, slowly thrusting into your mouth to test the waters. when he’s sure you’re okay, he starts fucking into your face, making sure you feel every inch of his cock down your throat.

he can’t stopー he’s addicted. truth be told, he’s been deprived of sexual pleasure for so long, it felt like heaven. you took him so deep with no complaints, you deserve so much more for being so good to him. he can’t stop thrusting into your mouthー it feels like he was fucking a pussy.

and then thoughts of fucking you invade his mind. if you’ve never given a blowjob before, surely that would mean you’ve never had sex, which makes you a virgin. fuck, he wants to take you so bad. you’d be so tight, so warm, so sweet. would you like to know about sex too, then? would you let him take you?

he’s brought back to reality as your hand grips his thighs, signaling for him to stop. he thinks he might’ve hurt you, but you continue to your administrations. he’s so close, he feels his climax approaching, but he needs slightly more.

“give me your hand,” he requests, and you raise your hand up. he takes it gently, guiding it his balls as he squeezes them. “yeahー ah, keep doing that.”

what a fast learner you are. you massage his balls as you continuing to deep-throat him. the grip on your hair was getting tighter, louder groans coming out from him. “you’re going to make me cum, love. god, i’m so close.”

he breaks when you take him in so deep, he sees a bulge in your throat. it was his last straw. “ohー fuuuck…” he thrusts into you as he blows his load straight down your throat. you didn’t even have time to taste him or even react, widening your eyes as he throws his head back.

he pants, pulling his cock out slightly till only the tip was left in your mouth, pumping out weak spurts of cum. you swallowed it all, even going so far as to licking him clean of any remnants of cum.

neuvillette is a mess. you’re a mess. he’s so far gone, he still feels the effects of his climax. he pulls you off his cock, helping you up before tucking himself back in his pants.

“are you alright, y/n? are you hurt? my apologies, i should have asked for your permission,” he caresses your cheek, referring to how he came in your mouth. you shook your head. “it’s fineー i… liked it.”

“oh? how naughty,” he scolds, smoothing your messy hair down from how he gripped it earlier. “so, was this a helpful lesson, y/n? do you know nowー how to pleasure someone?”

you nodded. “really insightful. thank you, neuvillette. but…”

“but?”

“maybe... you can teach me what an orgasm feels like next?”

“i see. i will gladly indulge.”

ー @yuki-world

[angstylittleb1tch]

Who am I to you? (Aether x creator!reader)

Summary: It is an imposter sagau universe where creator!reader escapes from her acolytes to the far corners of Sumeru and decides to start a flower shop but an unexpected guest comes for a visit...

Note: This is my very First Fic EVER. I do admit I'm no master at writing but I'm trying to learn and am open to criticism so please don't hesitate to correct me in my pronunciation, grammar, spelling or knowledge on any mentioned topic. Thanks!

Warnings: Yandere? (If you squint), mentions of swords, vines used as binding equipment (not bdsm you lil shits)

The sky today was just as beautiful as it was every day. Granted it never really changed due to teyvat basically just being zero's and one's but no one but you knew about that so better not to mention it.

Previous to your 'decent' into teyvat, you were just like any other gacha gamer who stumbled upon Genshin by accident and became addicted to it in a short span of time. Naturally, that had let you to explore more about this fandom which had eventually landed you to the sagau corner of Genshin fanfics which is why being teleported or rather isekai'd to teyvat wasn't a very shocking experience.

However, you weren't just going to walk into Mondstadt like the other fanfics, no. You were much calmer and more grounded not to mention clever. Never once were the acolytes alerted of your presence in teyvat as you slowly over the span of a few months made your way to Sumeru, making sure to stay hidden for days on end and to take all the longer but less active routes.

In your first week in Sumeru, you had found out that the traveler had yet to cross paths with the dendro archon and was still in Inazuma, so you had a general idea of where in the timeline you were.

Since you had no family or even proof of birth or existence in teyvat, finding a job was increasingly difficult along with keeping your identity hidden. However, as if you were blessed by some all-knowing power, higher than gods, you encountered an old yet very kind lady who allowed you to live with her at the outskirts of Sumeru so long as you helped her run her little flower shop.

Months passed in the blink of an eye, and you found yourself growing soft towards the lady you grew to see as your own grandmother. She insisted you call her that and you happily obliged. Your trust and love towards her grew so much so that eventually you decided to tell her the truth about your origins and status of creator in this world.

Though shocked at first, she never treated you any differently than before, and appeared to be more understanding of your situation. Both of you lived your life in happiness, away from the world. However due to being cut off from the world you were late to know that the traveler had successfully taken care of the Shouki no Kami and saved Sumeru from the scheming Akademiya.

Neither did you have any idea about how frivolously Aether had been turning teyvat upside down trying to look for you.

Unlike the other acolytes, Aether held a deeper connection with you, the creator. He was the first one you guided and the first to get to know your aura. There was absolutely no way he wouldn't find out about your arrival to teyvat. It was honestly better the others didn't. Imagine if everyone knew the creator was just walking amongst the common folk. That would certainly cause a panic amongst everyone.

He had to find you before the others did. He had to know. He had to see your face in person. One he had seen through the illusion of the sky way too many times before. One he had grown to love.

Yes, Aether was indeed in love with you. He had fallen not too long ago but he had fallen far. How couldn't he? You were just perfect in every way conceivable. Your eyes? Absolutely beautiful, he could have one glance and an eternity would have passed for him. Your smile? Mesmerizing. Oh, what he wouldn't give just to see a glimpse of it. He was sure he'd slay even the mightiest of gods, even Celestia, if it meant he'd be rewarded with one of your smiles.

It was entirely safe to say that when he'd gotten wind that there was a flower shop located at the ends of Sumeru said to house flowers no one had ever seen before, he was beyond intrigued. Especially since some poor soul he saw in Sumeru city had the same flower his sister always wore in her hair just laying around, claiming he bought it from your shop.

Now he just had to figure out what kind of a person would sell such a rare and practically impossible flower to get your hands on so freely. So, without thought, he soon found himself Infront of your little flower shop in the middle of nowhere with his eyes set straight at the door.

He could definitely feel your presence, it was everywhere. The plants, the flowers, the animals and even the air itself felt.... purified. It had to be your work. There was no doubt about it. Even Paimon didn't say a word for once in her life. She was too curious and perhaps a little uneasy at what kind of a deity she was to face now.

Unlike Paimon however, Aether could barely contain himself enough to stand. After a while of trying to gather courage to step in, he finally opened the door and was greeted by a view equivalent to the Fields of Elysium.

The sun rays fell through the windows lighting up the place, vast arrays of flowers were laid bare anywhere the eye could reach, wisteria flowers were hung from the ceiling as if they were growing from the skies above.

Never once before had Aether truly felt at home anywhere before more than here.

"I'll be there in just a second!" A sweet voice called out to him breaking him from his trance. It was you; you were talking to him. Addressing him. Before he could fully fathom what was to happen, you came out from the back of the store finally giving him a full view of your face.

"Hello there, how can I be of help today?" You greeted him.

Despite keeping up your calm, aloof and cheerful persona, you were panicking inside. Never once did you think you would meet him today. Him. Aether. Of course, you knew who he was. If his bright blonde hair wasn't a dead giveaway, then the floating ball of joy next to him definitely shouted out his identity to you.

You wanted to shout, to scream, to go up and crush Aether in a bone wrenching hug. You wanted to tell him how sorry you were for not being able to help him on his journey to find his sister. You wanted to hold him and take all his pain away. You wanted to tell him that you would be there for him.

That you Loved him. That you Love him.

Alas you couldn't, because there was no way in the entirety of teyvat that he would be able to let a stranger do that.

That's all you were to him of course. He didn't know you. There was no way he would. No one knew who you were, otherwise, you wouldn't be alive in this shop right now.

"Uhm hello?" You asked him, finally getting out of your own thoughts and noticing that he had been silent the whole time.

As if something snapped by your words, Aether finally came to his senses and responded,

"Ah! Yes! Oh, hi hello ahem I'm totally not staring."

You chuckled at his nervousness. "Never said you were."

If Aether's cheeks and ears weren't red earlier, they definitely were now. Your laugh was so pretty. He could never get enough of it.

"So, are you looking for any specific flowers? We have tons of variety; some I can assure you've never seen before! If you need, I can recommend you if you're buying for a specific occasion or I could just show you some general-" You smiled as you talked on and rambled about the flowers and Aether wasn't even sure if he was listening.

You looked absolutely ethereal, and Aether was so sure he was in heaven right now or somewhere close to it because archons were you beautiful. Even the Archon of Love would be jealous of your allure.

It's as if you were an enchantress, and in all honestly Aether wouldn't mind if you were, all because of the look you were giving him right now. He was already in cloud 9.

"-and so, I would definitely recommend the peonies. Hey? Are you even listening?"

"Hmm? Oh! Yes of course, Peonies, right? I'll take a bouquet."

"Alright just a moment, by the way, you never told me how you got here? I mean this place is pretty off the map, quite hard to stumble by it."

You knew exactly what you were doing, there was no way Aether just stumbled upon your shop out of nowhere. It was too out of character for him. Was there a reason he came here? Did he know?

"Oh, uhm I was uh recommended! Yes, I saw another traveler I came across in Sumeru own a rather unique flower, so I asked him where he got it, and he told me it was from your shop so here I am."

"I see, what flower was it? If you liked it so much, I could give you a few, consider it on the house."

"Are you sure? It's completely fine, I'll pay for them."

"No, it's alright, you can have them for free, don't worry about it. So which one was it?"

"Ahem, well it's the 'Inteyvat'"

"Oh. That flower.... I see you have an eye for flowers huh."

"Not really, it just... holds sentimental value. How about you, how'd you come across it?"

"Ah well you see, the seeds were given to me by my grandma, i suppose it's a family heirloom."

Both of you knew that neither of you told the entire truth however addressing it would cause a LOT of explanation, one you just weren't ready for, not before your coffee at least.

"So, what did you say your name was again?"

"Why? Are you trying to take me out on a date?"

"Would you say yes if I were?"

"Paimon will pay for the food!"

I guess everyone's a little bold today.

"I'm sorry did I hear that right? You? Paimon? The one who has less mora than Zhongli? Will pay for my date? That is only possible if we're going on a date in my dreams."

"WHY YOU-! Fine! Paimon won't be paying for your food then since you're such a big meanie to Paimon. And excuse you- Paimon isn't broke ok! Infact Paimon is richer than the traveler!"

"Paimon, how many times have I told you, those 'primogems' of yours are not actual currency."

"AGH-! Paimon's had it with you today! First you make Paimon fly the whole way here without telling why and now you're making fun of Paimon! That's it, Paimon is going to tattle to xiangling about how you actually threw away the Black-Back Perch Stew she made for you and only pretended to eat it because you were so full from Sara's cooking!"

You watched stifling your giggles as Aether's Face dropped into a terrified expression.

"NO! I'm sorry Paimon, please don't tell xiangling about that, she will murder me if she finds out. You don't want me dying.... do you?"

"Hmph"

"Please Paimon I'm begging you I don't want to die so young! I'll never make fun of you again! I'll even stop calling you emergency food so please! Anything but xiangling's wrath...."

You just couldn't hold it in anymore. If anything, Aether's pleading added to your amusement, and you burst in a fit of laughs.

Aether had almost forgotten you were here. His gaze turned to you and a smile creeped up his face which soon turned into and embarrassed look as he realized you had front row seats to his predicament.

"Hey! It's not that funny y/n! I'm serious! Stop making fun of me- Oh just great now Paimon's laughing too!" Though Aether was seeming to be embarrassed he was happy he could make you laugh like that.

That was until your smile disappeared from your face as you registered what he said.

"I never told you my name."

Both Aether and Paimon looked at each other as the atmosphere took a turn for the worse. There was no humor in your voice and your face looked cold, completely contradicting your laughs and smiles earlier.

"I- Please let me expla-"

Just as Aether took a single step in your direction vines sprung at him, securing him in his place as they wrapped around him. Paimon tried to pry them off but to no avail. He looked back up towards you but all he saw was a pure black sword pointing at his throat and a dark look in your eyes.

"Who am I to you."

Well, that went well. I think? I'm still trying to figure out how I want to end this fic but I'm not completely clueless. I will be making a nice lil happy ending though. Anyways if you have any suggestions on how you want this fic to end then I'm open to them. Gosh Writing is hard, my respect for authors just skyrocketed.

Also, just a reminder that THIS IS MY FIRST FIC so please be nice and generous in your criticism otherwise if you don't like it them you can fuck skedaddle right off, Thank you very much.

Anyways, I'm gonna go sleep now It's like 2 am rn and I have to go on a trip in like a day so yeah, until I decide to post the next part fellow beings.

Signing off.

Also, PLEASE LEAVE A COMMENT IM BEGGING YOU I NEED TO KNOW IF THIS WORK IS EQIVALENT OF SHIT OR IF ITS ACTUALLY DECENT.

[oneatlatime]

The Guru

Happy 2024 everyone and welcome to the first time I managed to type 2024 without first typing 2023! Oh and also a write up of The Guru. That too.

Me too Iroh. Me too.

So Zuko is riding high on that post-crisis 'time to get my life together' buzz that, similar to 3 am life plans, should absolutely not be listened to. Wonder how long before he crashes and burns? There's literally 2 episodes left, so I'm guessing one and a half?

Poor Sokka. My boy's got anxiety.

I don't know if it's a monk thing, an airbender thing, an Avatar thing, or an Aang thing, but I envy his complete lack of nerves.

How is Appa ok with them splitting up for a week after JUST getting them back?

I paused in a funny place. Have bonk-eyed Appa.

I love them comparing heights. What do you want to bet that that guy on the right was one of the youngest allowed to go fight, and Sokka made a big deal about how they're almost the same age and surely that means he can go too, right?

A lot of these Southern Water Tribe people have dreads or braids. That's neat.

Bato's arm is still messed up. That's some good continuity.

I've found the source of Katara's cheek bones. I guess Sokka takes after his mum.

Ok I know this is a really emotional moment (and it is! Sokka's spent two seasons earning this!) but my brain fixated on the furs and briefly thought they were sky bison pelts.

"It's been a difficult week for me." This guy thinks the Kyoshi Warriors are there to provide him therapy. Someone please just crown the bear instead.

He just gave away literally every relevant plot point AND outlined how to make sure all these plot points don't succeed. Crown. The. Bear.

Maybe if these generals spent less time playing with their giant model Earth Kingdom and more time general-ing, the war wouldn't suck so much?

Pretty.

I LOVE LOVE LOVE the designs, the colour palette, the music, the sound design of this air temple. I love everything about it. If I had the chance to live anywhere in the Avatar universe, it would be here. Even in its ruined state it's such a refreshing contrast to the claustrophobia of Ba Sing Se. I can feel the freshness of the breeze through the screen.

"A spiritual brother of your people" an adult perspective on a near extinct culture! What a resource!

"and a personal friend of Monk Gyatso" an old as balls perspective. He's got to be at least 130.

Anthropology cul de sac time: this guy is so valuable as a resource on the Air Nomads. There's probably parts of Air Nomad culture that Aang can't ever accurately talk about, because he was a kid when he left, and there was almost certainly stuff that the adults kept to themselves, or only shared with the older Air Nomads. This Guru doesn't seem to be an Air Nomad himself, but there's a good chance that there is knowledge that he has, that Aang doesn't. Aang should be nerding out more about this. I'll do the nerding out for him.

Aang just breezes right by that Gyatso name drop like it's nothing. Huh.

Oh hey Toph. I'd forgotten she was in a box. Tweedle dum and Tweedle dumber really are quite the pair. What's their plan for keeping her fed and watered? Actually, these guys apparently don't know that maps exist, so it's probably never occurred to them that humans need sustenance. They'll rock up to the Bei Fong estate with corpse Toph and wonder why they aren't getting the reward money.

Mai gets called out in-universe for shopping at Hot Topic.

Ty Lee's buttering up of Azula is getting less and less subtle as the season progresses. It's a testament to Azula's lack of awareness that she's hasn't noticed that, and that Ty Lee can get away with it.

Azula's right that it's an extraordinary opportunity. The King gave them quite literally every piece of info required to overthrow his kingdom in a 25 second conversation. I can't blame her for taking advantage of such an easy win.

That's a very effective unimpressed face. And a very impressive beard.

It's funny to see a spiritual concept from the real world pop up in a show that includes things like bending and giant fish possession. The mention of Chakras kind of sticks out. They couldn't invent a Avatar universe version?

"Once you begin this process, you cannot stop until all seven are open." Well that doesn't feel like foreshadowing at all.

This episode should be called "Aang's self-care Journey." It's about time the kid had a me day that wasn't avoidance-based.

Fear: Losing Katara - makes sense. Losing control of his powers via fish possession - makes sense. The Fire Lord - makes sense. But the Blue Spirit? He helped. Doesn't make sense.

Guilt: Running away - makes sense, although I thought he'd worked through that with Katara in the storm. Nuking that idiot General's base - makes sense, but boy did he quite literally ask for it.

This guru is saying some wonderfully accurate, and realistic, things. I love that he's not taking the Katara route of denying anything is wrong. He's going for the acknowledge, then heal route. And yes, it's unfair of me to compare the emotional maturity of Katara to a century+ old spiritual expert.

I'm going to ruin the immersion here and point out that Sokka's dad's voice actor voiced a bunch of characters in season 1. He's doing an excellent job, but couldn't they get a unique voice for a character that's so important (albeit offscreen) to Sokka?

That's an incredibly roundabout way of avoiding pointing out that the Southern Water Tribe are active participants in a bloody war. Sure, we can show multiple characters with visible scarring from horrific burns, but heaven forbid we imply that the Southern Water Tribe sinks ships. The parameters for what is and isn't appropriate on this show sometimes make no sense.

"Aren't you listening? I said the rest of you men get ready for battle." He hasn't seen his boy in two years, but fifteen minutes in his company and he knows exactly what needs to be said and how. That's some top tier parenting. Dad of the year. Dad of the century. Only decent Dad in this show that isn't technically an uncle.

"Follow your passion Zuko, and life will reward you." Great advice for your eight year old audience. Also a great way to end up unemployed.

Positive Sokka creeped me out a few episodes ago. Now positive Zuko is freaking me out too.

Pretty.

Back to Chakras! Shame: Burning Katara - makes sense. But that's it? To have the inner peace of mind of a twelve year old who's somehow only ever done one thing that he's ashamed of.

Is there anyone in the earth kingdom who isn't stupid? Once again wondering at the network's standards. Visible burn injuries are fine, but Mai can't say 'Shut up." It's got to be Shush up. Although I do seem to recall of brief time in the early 2000s when Shut Up was treated as a curse on par with Shit or Fuck. Maybe that was just at my school.

Chakras again! Even for a show that often has an A, B, and C plot, this narrative is ping ponging around a bit much.

Grief: nothing major, just a whole nation. Makes a horrific amount of sense. but I don't buy that he can get over grieving the whole world as he knew it by thinking about his crush. That's way too high a pedestal for Katara to be placed on.

Lies: Not accepting he's the Avatar. Interesting that not accepting that he's the Avatar and not accepting that he's a firebender are two different problems.

I see you reusing the opening credits footage. Your blue filters can't fool me.

PRETTY

Illusion: So we're relearning what we learned in The Swamp. Aang's probably the person currently alive least likely to believe in the rigid separation of the nations anyway. This doesn't feel like an illusion he's subject to?

The way this episode dances between its narrative threads is so great. It's all woven in so beautifully. And this makes perfect sense! Toph's spent her life secretly doing things excellently that everyone says are completely beyond her capabilities. Life has taught her that the statement "you are not able to" doesn't apply. Of course immutable laws of bending physics are treated with the same respect as an adult telling the champion of the Earth Rumble that she's can't earthbend beyond breathing exercises. If you told her that humans can't fly, she'd figure out how within the week.

Plot collision incoming.

Interesting that Katara initially recognises Zuko by his voice rather than his scar.

I'm pretty sure that Zuko and Iroh don't know about the whole brainwashing thing, but wouldn't it be hilarious if Zuko introduced himself to Katara as Joo Dee, and his uncle Joo Dee, welcome to the Jasmine Dragon, can I take your order? That would throw Katara into one hell of a moral quandary.

Katara being framed as the solution for Chakra number four comes back to bite Aang, as she's the problem in Chakra number seven. I knew that pedestal was too high.

I've changed my mind. This episode should actually be called "Half a dozen reasons why everyone should just learn to keep their goddamn mouths shut already."

So is anyone going to let Zuko and Iroh know that they're now in immediate danger and need to leave, like, yesterday?

I think the Guru is going for the whole 'if you love them, let them go, and they'll come back to you' thing. Don't cling, in other words. But for the sake of the plot he's suddenly lost his ability to explain Chakras in a way that makes them seem like the logical thing to do. The only clunky bit of this episode so far.

May I introduce you to our Lord and Saviour Toph?

"I am the greatest earthbender in the world." Yes. Yep. Yeah. That's now a quantifiable fact, and it's correct. Look on ye mighty and despair. She's even got Bumi beat.

Earth Tongue Running is a bit wonky looking but it covers a crazy amount of distance.

What's the range on Toph's earth sense? Can she sense what direction Ba Sing Se is?

I hope those two idiots' horse bird is ok.

"You don't know how much this means to me dad." He does. Very much so.

Every word out of this guy's mouth is precision engineered to make Sokka feel like a million bucks and I for one think it's about time someone built him up. Also, seeing this makes me realise how few good parents there are in this show. It's a trope of kids' adventure shows that the parents fundamentally can't be there, but I also think it's a commentary on yet another thing that this war has messed up.

Hey look! Being a man is knowing where you're needed the most, and right now that's in Ba Sing Se, protecting your sister! I love narratives that tie their themes up with a pretty bow on top.

This is Azula laying a trap, right? Which means that Katara squealed to someone about the exact location of Iroh and Zuko's tea shop. Don't like the implications of that.

Photos taken seconds before disaster.

Final Thoughts

This episode was a lot! I mean that in a good way! But I felt a bit like the Maxell Blown Away Guy, the way I kept getting assaulted by yet another plot thread. Don't get me wrong, this isn't a criticism. I think the switching between plot threads and the amount of info in this episode worked 99% of the time. But I'm kind of in awe at the balancing act the writers pulled off and I'm sort of sitting here blinking a bit trying to fit all this stuff in my head. I'm probably going to forget half the stuff I wanted to talk about in this write up, so here goes nothing.

Given the Azula reveal in at the end of last episode, I thought that this would be the episode where the shit hits the fan. I was wrong. I'm glad I was wrong. An episode of set up is required and is nice breathing room, even an episode as busy as this. And I got to leave Ba Sing Se! But this does mean that next episode is going to be calamity after calamity.

Aang and his Chakras: I'm fascinated by this guru. I hope he comes back. That brings the total number of people who were alive before the war started up to three: Aang, Bumi, Guru Patik.

I'm impressed that the run through of the Chakras rarely felt like an info dump. The onion and banana juice thing didn't work for me, but I'm sure it worked for people in the target age bracket. Kids love burp jokes.

So many shows sprinkle in tragic backstories for flavour and then never have them influence the character in the present. It was a nice contrast to see a show take a whole episode to tell Aang "yeah all that sucked. It's ok to feel down about it. Here's how you move forward."

Sokka and his dad: Love it. Love it so much. I love seeing Sokka built up, and he definitely deserves it, but I wonder if this is the reward for a character arc well done, or the set up for a character arc that's about to start? Is his dad's praise his prize for crossing the finish line, or is it so he's built up with farther to fall?

I loved seeing more of the Southern Water Tribe. I loved the fashion. There's a lot of variety in accessories and variations on a few basic elements like those knee guard things. I loved their hairstyles. I loved how cozy and communal that command tent felt. I loved their ships. I wonder how often these guys work out, that they can make loading ramps that are presumably deployed and stashed out of the way frequently, out of whole logs rather than planks. I have a bone to pick with the child-friendly sea mine. But it provides a good set up for a dad joke, so I'll let it slide.

Zuko and Iroh: Of course the one time Zuko is allowed to be in a good place, it's so that he and Iroh both have farther to fall when the inevitable happens. Poor guy just can't catch a break. I'd be mad at Azula for the party crashing that I'm assuming she'll do next episode, but it's been established that Zuko has all nice things taken away from him as soon as he gets them, and I can't blame Azula for being a tool of the universe.

Azula & Long Feng: Azula's acting in Long Feng's prison cell was miles ahead of what Long Feng was doing in front of the Earth King, so I'm wondering if Long Feng has bitten off more than he can chew. Also: conspiring with the enemy to bring down your own city just so you can reinstall yourself as the power behind the throne that will presumably cease to exist as soon as the Fire Nation takes control? That is both treasonous beyond description and an incredible case of shooting yourself in the foot. What's Long Feng's plan here?

Toph and the Dunderheads: it says something about the consistency of Toph's characterisation from her introduction onwards that she breaks the universe this episode and my reaction was "that's neat." It's obviously a huge moment, but of course Toph can do that. Toph can do anything. More importantly, Toph knows that Toph can do anything, so Toph routinely does do anything, especially things she shouldn't be able to do. If you had asked me a few episodes back which character would be most likely to fundamentally redefine bending, I would have said Toph, since she's already fundamentally redefined bending with her earth sense sonar vision.

Also Toph just breaks stuff. Things that come into contact with her cease to function as intended and instead function as Toph requires. Look at the two idiots: both successful business owners, one also a successful hoodwinker of the richest family around. But they come into contact with Toph and their brains take an extended vacation.

Katara & the Generals: this plot was more like an extension of Azula's plot than its own standalone thing. You can't blame her for spilling the news about Zuko and Iroh to someone she honestly thought was Suki. Not much else to say about it, although it's cute that she asks for a table for two at the tea shop. Momo gets a chair!

I like that there's a theme this episode of things going wrong despite the best intentions. No one's acting maliciously here apart from the Antagonists. The Earth King is having an honest chat with people he thought were friends. Sokka vouched for people he honestly thought were the Kyoshi Warriors. Katara shares information about a presumed threat with people she honestly thought were her allies. You can quibble with the wisdom of some of these decisions, but there were all done with good intentions. The best laid plans of mice and men oft go awry and all that. It brings to mind that Star Trek quote about how you can do everything right and still lose. And this set up is going to hit harder when whatever goes wrong next episode happens. And something will go wrong. A few months ago I figured that the Season 2 finale would be a triumph, but all signs are pointing towards a tragedy instead.

This episode was visually stunning, the soundtrack in the Air Temple sections especially was very evocative, and I applaud the minds that could juggle that many plot threads at once without dropping any. This one is definitely going on my rewatch list.

[one-fin-wonder]

Can I have the boys reaction to someone info-dumping to them?

A/N: Yes Anon, you sure as heck can. I really enjoy info dumping on my friends so this is right up my alley. I hope this is what you were hoping for! :D

Warnings: I used my poor duolingo skills and limited Spanish knowledge to write the Spanish, there only a few but the grammar may off, I am so sorry for it in advance but there is translations to what I intended to say. not beta read / I’m too dyslexic for my own good, and fluff? I’m a hopeless romantic man. What do you want from me. 

Word count: 1090

Steven Grant:

It all started when Steven asked you about your day as he walked through the door. He set down his messenger bag and turned towards you. It was too late, the waterfall of words already was released. 

You began explaining how you dived deeply into your hyperfixation (or specific subject you would be info dumping about)

You smiled wide as you explained, and his heart melted at the sight of you.

are you the type of person that stims when you get excited? (I shore am) Steven will smile if you begin to stim happily while explaining. 

He loves knowing that you are so excited that you can’t contain the energy, you have to physically let the happiness out 

He simply smiled as he sat down next to you. He nodded and began asking clarifying questions.

“So, what you’re saying is…” “Theoretically then…” “Wait! That means…*He connects to another concept to allow you both to be engaged*”

He’ll wraps his arms around you if you’ll let him, holding onto you as you speak about your topic

He will praise your enthusiasm for the topic and vast knowledge. 

“Love, you’re simply a genius.” “I love hearing your view and knowledge” “That’s so fascinating!” 

Steven knows exactly what it’s like to need to explain one specific topic. He knows that feeling, that specific feeling like pasta water boiling over on the stove. 

He holds your hands (with your permission) as you speak, he likes showing you that he’s there with you and listening, it's a gentle reminder.

He feels it's incredibly important for you to be comfortable enough to share these moments of informational rambling. So he tries his best to show you he’s interested, he hears you and that you are loved. 

Marc Spector:

He is very caught off guard

Once he knows you aren’t upset or in distress he sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose before nodding and listening

He tosses his keys to the side as he nods listening to you

Marc doesn’t know fully how to react but he likes to hear your voice. The excitement and sincerity in your voice as you speak makes him smile, just a little. 

Marc makes his way over to you finally after he completes his after work routine

Like Steven I think Marc would wrap his arms around you but he wouldn’t know much more than that to show he cares about your information

He does though, He loves you, and he wants to see you happy. He simply doesn’t do emotions well. 

(My poor emotionally unavailable boy. He just needs a hug.)

He silently listens and only replies when you ask him if he follows, 

Finally once you’re done you look at him with a small little sigh and smile and he melts. 

You see it in his eyes and the stern expression he always has just softens. 

you can tell how much he loves you in this moment, the pure love just radiating, but he won’t say it. He won’t explain the feeling he is experiencing. 

But he loves you and you don’t necessarily need the words that he struggles to say, because it’s obvious in his actions. 

and god, the feeling is mutual.

Jake Lockley:

this man has no fucking clue what you are rambling about

He will freeze in the doorway of the small apartment, hand still on the doorknob. He’s so confused and you’re talking a mile an hour in an excited tone. He cannot understand you at this moment. 

Once Jake gets to you he will take his gloves off, stuff them in his pocket and put his hands on your shoulders (or a more comfortable spot if this can trigger you like it does me. Essentially he wants to ground you.) 

“Mi amor, por favor, slow down. No comprendo.” ("My love, Please, Slow down I don't understand")

Or alternatively, he May think something’s wrong with how excited and rushing towards him you are. He puts a hand on your arm and looks around the apartment then back at you. “Que pasa?? Está bien???” ("What's wrong?? Are you okay???")

He would then notice your smile and beaming expression and relax a little “Dios mío,” ("oh my god")you gave this Poor man a heart attack but he loves you all the same. 

he will listen but he will make you repeat yourself again

But it’s only because he cares so much. He wants to understand, so if it takes him several times to understand he will put that effort in.

He nods a lot, especially when it finally clicks in his little murderous, spanish, brain.

When he asks a clarifying question he always ends it with “yeah?” Ex: “so when you say the sun is a star you mean like that fucking ball in the sky, yeah?” 

He sits next to you, his arms on his knees as he hunches over listening. He doesn’t look at you he’s looking most likely at the floor or the wall as he focuses on your words. 

He tries really hard to make you feel heard but he legit makes that grumpy Spanish man expression the entire time. But you know this is just how he is, he loves you, he really does. 

This man keeps a little notebook, like those ones for detectives that fit in pockets. He keeps one of those in his jacket pocket and writes down facts he wants to remember about your favorite topics. He is like a dad who is trying to keep up with the trends. 

Not that he would let you necessarily see said notebook, he keeps it hidden in the inside pocket with a small pen or golf pencil in the spiral of the notepad. 

He pats your knee like a dad too, to show you he’s there. He’s present with you. It’s subtle but it’s his own way of letting you know he’s trying to understand. 

He would move heaven and earth for you, he loves your intelligence, your insight, he loves you. All of you, no matter your flaws, perfections, your needs. 

So if being heard is what you need in this moment you know damn well he will give you everything he can to make it happen. 

[brunette-bitch77]

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[aaronyoghurt]

"Dance With Me"

Chrollo x Reader

This is the first fan fic I've written.

I dont't know if this will be any good but

Please be nice.

Although constructive criticism will be much appreicated.

I tried.

This will probably be a one shot and I shall disappear under the surface of the earth.

Unless yall find this engaging or if I choose to write more.

Summary: You're attending a fancy auction event. Becoming increasingly bored, an opportunity arises when a handsome mysterious stranger notices and approaches you. He engages in conversation before swooping you away onto the dance floor. Ending is open to interpretation. wink wink

Note: I have written this in Third Person rather than in Second. I wanted to try out the narrative perspective but I am curious to know which of the two you prefer as a reader :)

Enjoy...

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Smooth red liquid of the expensive wine cautiously slid down her throat as she observed her current surroundings. The soft classical music from the band of musicians flowed through the air, creating a pleasant ambience that entertained the auditory senses. Meanwhile, a swarm of mingling bodies idly danced through the grand intricate hall. The ruby wine, slowly swirled around the inside of the glass as the young woman languidly stirred the stem between delicate fingers.

The function she was attending tonight was a prestigious one. A vast ornate ceiling coupled with splendid decorative designs and grand marble columns intwined with golden threads, were all distinct features that screamed eloquence and money. Just the thing to be expected when one attended a fancy dinner party, especially one that was meant to impress the higher classes, under the disguise of a philanthropic art auction for charity. The young woman liked art. It is a universal thing that binds all humans together and anyone can be appreciative of it, regardless if they consider themselves a knowledgeable appraiser.

The reason for her being here tonight was not only attributed to her desire to see the art or enjoy a social gathering, but almost laughable in its’ simplicity; boredom. A result of a spontaneous decision made on impulse and the desire to escape the typical regularity of daily life seemed more appealing to regard it as such. An acquaintance of hers mentioned that it would be a pleasure for him to take her to the auction if she chose to, and she agreed. However, now that she has strolled around the venue and admired all of the art pieces that were to be auctioned, all the while her supposed partner for this evening has left to throw himself into conversation with other groups of people at some stage during the evening, there was nothing more to do other than to enjoy some of the wine that was offered.

Her gaze was trained on the red liquid that sloshed lightly in the crystal while her mind was wondering on what to do next. She glanced up at the dancing couples for a second with an indifferent and almost distant gaze before sighing and raising the glass to her lips. Lamenting on the fact that people had found happiness with their lovers was never a beneficial thought process. It made one consider their own lack of romance in life and wonder how some fall into relationships so easily, while others struggle to even find a match or simply waiting for fate to do its’ bidding.

That is why instead of dwelling on such topics, she sipped on her nearly empty glass, allowing the pleasant buzz to fill her head and enjoy the remaining contents of the drink before deciding to call it a night and go home. Perhaps once she is back home, she will decide between getting even more violently wine drunk and viciously bawling into a pillow, considering the uneventful and quite boring evening that she thus far endured.

She raised the glass once again to her lips while her eyes flickered upwards, only to land on a suit clad stranger in the now dispersed party of the previous dancers, and who was also looking back at her with a soft smile. She blinked and shifted her gaze away to the side, as her breath caught in her throat momentarily. It must have been her imagination or worse, a hallucination caused by one too many sips of wine, because once her eyes travelled back in the direction of the mysterious man looking at her, he was gone.

But not even a second later, the stranger reappeared at her side, standing only a small and respectable distance away. Declining his head a bit and nodding subtly downwards at the glass in her hand and leaning into her side he spoke, “Pinot Noir or Sauvignon?” Her head turns at the sound of the calm and surprisingly soft voice and she is met face to face with the handsome stranger. Her widened eyes meet his cool cobalt gaze as they curiously look into hers, maintaining a present contact.

Apart from his tantalising opium gaze, his appearance was strikingly distinct and unique; a white bandana was wrapped securely around his forehead and his earlobes were adorned with turquoise ball earrings. After taking a few seconds to comprehend the random approach and the appearance of the man before her, she quickly shook off her stupor after realising he is waiting for some sort of answer.

He has asked her what wine it is that was in her glass and she glances down at it as she thinks back. When she was poured the wine by the waiter previously, he had said something similar. She glanced back up at the mysterious man and offering him a response, “Pinot Noir, I believe…” His smile widens ever so slightly as he acknowledges her with a gentle gaze. “I must say, it is a fine choice. The taste is quite refined in its own way.”

She smiles lightly back at him and can’t help but feel her heart skip a beat. Not only is his countenance tolerable and fine, the way he carries himself is certainly venerable with a flair for natural charm. Moreover, his appearance is even more captivating. From the way in which his inky strands of hair fall perfectly around his face, to the structure of his jaw and sharp intelligent eyes.

“Ah, pardon me. I believe I got ahead of myself and forgot the introductions. I’m Chrollo.” His eyes remain soft and looking straight into hers, while his lips are graced with that same calm and friendly smile as he extends his right hand slowly. “Chrollo…nice to meet you. I’m Y/n.” She smiles back warmly and places her hand into his as he squeezes it gently and raises her hand to his lips while lowering his head, looking into her eyes through his lashes with a soft grin as he does so.

This catches her off guard completely, causing a tint of pink to dust her cheeks right before he lets go and continues in a soft, aimable tone, “Perhaps I was too up front with my approach, but I couldn’t help but notice your humble presence and elegant disposition. Are you enjoying the party?”  She considers him for a moment before letting out a small chuckle and looking back up at him, “It could be worse. I was hoping it would be more entertaining for me, but I’m not one to complain.”

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Chrollo’s company turned out to be a most joyous experience and probably the highlight of the otherwise uninteresting evening. He was polite and a most engaging conversationalist. They talked and laughed for a long duration of time which now seemed to be of no essence. The rest of the people in the expanse of the hall and the air filled with conversation seemed to have completely vaporised into nothing more than an insignificant echo.

After some time, they both seem to be brought back to reality as the music started back up. A notable change can now be heard in it’s quality of performance since a new, more distinguished, band of musicians  appeared, in exchange of the prior orchestra. Most likely to symphonise a final dance before the auction started.

Upon hearing the newborn melody, Chrollo looks at her again with a more concentrated gaze as he utters his next words, “Dance with me.” His voice is soft as he speaks, but there is a certain command in it, which compels one to oblige instantaneously. Her eyes widen in mild surprise at the sudden request. Her heart begins to thump in her chest at a slightly more accelerated speed, as she gazes up into the sparkling depths of obscurity, contained within those enthralling dark grey eyes of his. Chrollo patiently waits, now with another kind smile compared to the more pointed expression he presented mere seconds ago. “Uhm…alright.” She agrees after initial hesitation, as he offers her his hand, giving the cue, to which she immediately complies.

Placing her smaller hand into Chrollo’s, he leads her onto the dance floor where others have already started their waltz. They stop together in the free space as Chrollo raises their intertwined hands into the air fluidly, and uses his other hand to promptly and gently wrap around her lower back, pulling her closer into him. He offers her an unabashed grin while a more bashful smile spreads itself upon her own lips.

“I should have warned you earlier…I’m not a great dancer.” She admits and glances away from his piercing gaze before meeting his eyes once more. His own lips merely quirk upwards after sensing her apprehension before he responds, “I believe it’s a little too late for any inhibitions now, darling. Allow me to be your guide.” Is all he says, before starting to fall into rhythm with her gracefully, leading her through every step as they progress in their dance.

The music flows through the crowded space easily, while Chrollo smoothly dictates the slow succession of steps and figures, occasionally twirling her around and pulling her in extremely close. It was evident that she felt a bit nervous at the start, and not only because of the fact that this handsome dark haired man was present and choosing to be with her, but since she never considered herself to be a capable dancer. Somehow with Chrollo’s efficient guidance, she found herself naturally responding to his movements. It was bizarre yet magnificent at the same time. As if the ability of dancing itself was innately present with her all along and never existed only as a foreign concept.

“I do not know why you feared that you didn’t have the capacity to be a capable dancer. You’re moving splendidly.” Chrollo praises with a soft smile on his face as they continue to dance. She keeps her eyes on his as they effortlessly sway to the soft classical music provided by the orchestra. “Maybe I just have a good partner.” She teases with a small grin. Chrollo subtly smirks at her suave comment as his obsidian eyes fill with mirth.

Don’t be so humble now, dear. I have witnessed how other women dance and some appear to be as stiff as rocks.” He comments in amusement as he spins her around gently before pulling her back against him, her body moving fluently in response to his lead. “I see you have had plenty of experience in dancing then?” She asks as she tries to appear nonchalant. Chrollo only chuckles softly as his sharp eyes pierce into her own. “Call it observation.” He responds enigmatically as his hand slithers down to her waist from the small of her back.

The two continue dancing until the song begins to fade towards its’ conclusion. After spending only around two hours with Chrollo, she couldn’t help but feel drawn to him. His enticing nature and charming persona, coupled with his appealing handsome looks was beginning to get to her. The aforementioned idea of romance, that she approached with much scrutiny and distaste, now seemed not be as bad. She could only hope and fathom the idea that fate has finally been kind to her and bestowed this ridiculously attractive man in her favour.

She didn’t know what approach she should take anymore, but she did know one thing; she never wanted for this dream-like dance to end. But all good things seem to come to an end. So she allows herself to indulge in this as much as possible and drink every drop from tonight’s company before the clock struck twelve.

Chrollo looks down at her with devilish smile gracing his plump lips as his eyes sparkle with a newfound light. “Earlier you mentioned you wished for the evening to be more entertaining…well I can assure you of one thing, my dear…” He twirls her around gently for the final time before smoothly pulling her back against his chest with a hand on the small of her waist. Tipping her backwards ever so slightly, Chrollo leans his head down next to hers and whispers the next words into the shell of her ear, his lips brushing the tender skin with the barest touch, “…It will only get more interesting, from now on…”

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if you survived after reading this, I commend you for your dilligence and patience.

As an FYI: This post is a result of a random idea along with me wanting to test my writing capabilities in the department of fanfiction lol. So I have no clue how this escalated to me posting this on here but take what you want of it.

If you are still reading, I would be eternally blessed if I receive any feedback cuz I deadass have no clue what I am doing.

Stay slay and peace out!

[buckysmith]

Ramadan Special

NON BINARY READER

First disclaimer, I'm NOT a Muslim, so I use google and a lot of websites to write that headcanon, so I DEEPLY APOLOGIZE for ANY mistakes, please let me know if I did something wrong/incorrect and I'll correct it as fast as I can!

Why do I do an Ramadan special  when I'm not an Muslim? 'Cause it's only fair for my  dear friends from another religion to have the same treatment as my own religion, so cause I did an Christmas special, I'll do an Ramadan special as well.

So as a Christian I wish all my Muslim friends, a happy Ramadan, may all your duas come true this Ramadan!

Ramadan Mubarak! <3

Enjoy it D. and thank you so much for helping me with the intel <3

Oh and dear, if you're reading this, I was just as embarrassed as gromsko, much love  😂

Ghost:

- he knows that for you it is an incredibly important period, so it hurts him even more to leave you alone during this time because of his job

- if he is not in the country due to his job and has the time, he will call you just before iftar to either wish you a good evening or to be there via FaceTime

- if he is at home, he helps you during the day to prepare food for the evening so that you can have a nice time together with friends and family in the evening

- if you are not feeling well, it is not a problem for him to take over your household chores, because he has the highest respect for what you do for your faith and seeing you happy is the most important for him

- during ramadan he also keeps some distance physically so as not to tempt you

- he would even sleep in the guest room if you want it

- it is important for him not to do anything wrong and therefore he learns through you, other muslims and many books what he has to follow and what he is allowed to do and what not, which what  he can help you and so much more

- expect him to sit next to you, almost asleep just to eat suhoor at 3 AM with you

- he doesn’t give a something when you tell him that he can go to sleep early, he stays awake for you no matter what, no matter how tired he is

Soap

- as a Roman Catholic, he is familiar with fasting, however, it was a surprise to him how big the difference are

- he was a bit confused at the beginning, not knowing exactly what he could and could not do.

- when he found out that you were going to fast for a month and therefore abstain from water and food for a month, he was already panic-stricken that you would die because of the dehydration.

- however the fear subsided after you explained it to him and he felt really stupid

- if he is not at home during ramadan because of his job, he will make sure you are near your family/friends or that you can go to his family to break the fast

- he is a really good cook and his dishes are always very good, he doesn't like spicy food but he will cook anything for you, you just have to tell him what you want.

- if you are not feeling well during Ramadan, he will make sure that he can at least make your life more comfortable

- but expect him to avoid you physically like the plague itself

- he loves you too much and has too little self control to keep the relationship between you "normal" so he tries to have as little physical contact as possible, after all he doesn't want you to commit a sin or anything like that

- while you are fasting, he is also fasting while he is at home, he thinks it is unfair that only you are fasting and so he goes along with it

- but if he goes on a mission he apologizes a thousand times for not fasting as well.

Alejandro

- he is quite awkward at the beginning concerning the topic.

- México isn't a country with  many muslims and therefore he simply lacks the knowledge.

- however, it is important to him that you know that he supports you in every aspect of your life.

- accordingly he learns a lot about your religion to not look completely stupid

- but he was really awkward the first time

- he did not know what he is allowed to do and what not

- in his base there was always music playing, when he found out that you were not allowed to listen to music among other things, he made sure that as soon as you entered the base there was no music to be heard anywhere

- when he found out that you were in fact allowed to listen to music, he felt so stupid and you teased him about it endlessly

- he even arranged for you to have your own little room on the base, which looked towards Mecca, where you could pray in peace, if you ever spent a longer time on the base

- he also tried not to drink or eat in front of you, nor to say any swear words in that time

- he would also gladly do the cooking for you if it was too much for you and you needed time to rest or pray.

- he avoided physical touch with you like the plague, cause he knew himself and he wanted everything but to commit a sin

Rudy

- he is a little awkward at the beginning, in México there are not many Muslims he could have learned from, so it is new territory for him to learn more about you, your culture and religion.

- The first time he experienced Ramadan with you, he was confused why you didn't have breakfast with him in the morning as usual

- he then offered you something to drink, which you also declined

- and when you told him that you were not allowed to eat or drink anything for a month, he died inside.

- but he didn't make a face cause he didn't want  to hurt you and just nodded with a smile.

- when he went to work that day, the first person he talked to was Alejandro.

- he talked to his best friend about how unhealthy it was to not eat for a month, but he was way more worried about you not drinking anything

- three days without water was bad, but a month?! How did you survive that before?! He was sure that you must be a super  human to go a month without water.

- he came home that evening at the time you broke your fast, and was shocked to see so much delicious food

- that confused him, he thought you were not allowed to eat and drink anything?

- after you explained it to him he understood and at the same time was so incredibly relieved and ashamed

- he also keeps his distance during Ramadan and the most you might get is a kiss on the cheek if you don't allow him to give you more attention

- but as soon as Ramadan is over he makes up for all the attention he missed during that month.

Price:

- he has traveled a lot in his life, got to know many people and many religions and is accordingly enlightened

- especially because his "adopted daughter" Farah is muslim herself

- he tries to be with you during this time, but his job doesn't allow that most of the time, so he at least tries to call you or write you an sms

- if he can't make it at all, he records a video and sends it to you so that he can be there too

- but if he is at home, he does it for you out of solidarity, because he was once not allowed to eat solid food for two weeks and was so mad at everyone who ate in front of him

- he even gives up smoking, which is incredibly difficult for him, but nothing is too hard for him when it's for you

- he is also an incredibly good cook, so you are not alone in preparing food for your whole family and believe me, even your family loves his food

- the hardest thing for him though was to avoid physical contact, because his mind quickly darts to something else and he knew yours was too, so he kept his distance.... Unless you allowed him that certain something after sunset.

Laswell:

- She has several friends who are Muslims, so it's not new territory

- she has already celebrated iftar with all of them, helped her friends to cook and is really good at it

- when you cooked together for the first time during Ramadan, you always let her taste the food to know if there was anything missing in the spices

- for that you had cooked all the dishes you would cook during Ramadan before it so she knew what they should taste like

- she also tried to avoid eating or drinking in front of you and also stopped smoking in front of you

- for her the worst thing was not to have as much physical contact with you as before, but she knew how fast your mind was elsewhere and she did not want you to break your fast because of her

Valeria

- she did not care much for religion, neither for her own nor for any of the others

- for her religion was only the strongest means to oppress people, because it threatened consequences after death and put pressure on people during their lifetime

- she saw it as the perfect means to control people the way you wanted to

- however, she knew that you were faithful to your religion and that it was important to you, which she did not understand, but she accepted it for you

- she also made sure that you had a quiet place in her villa where you could pray in peace

- the principle of fasting was not really understandable to her but it did not make much difference to her since you usually ate something after sunset anyway

- although she is not a fan of religion, she still tries to be there for you and support you

- what really annoys her is that she has to stay physically at a distance

König

- a few of his old colleagues were Muslims, which is why he partly noticed it, but other religions did not interest him very much

- his religion was more than enough for him, he didn't need to know anything about others, after all his was already too much for him!

- However, this changes when you told him about your religion, explained it to him and why you are fasting and all the other things.

- he listens to you attentively and tries to remember as much of it as possible

- he has the highest respect for you that you manage not to drink or eat anything during the day for a month, he had tried it for five days

- the food had been an easy one, he had had many missions where he had no food for a long time, but drinking had been the problem for him

- he could not do without water during the day

- the worst thing for him was that when he was at home he couldn't have that much physical contact with you anymore

- but after Ramadan he will make up for all the physical contact he missed, so be prepared.

Makarov

- for him religion is only a means to legally oppress people to make them compliant without getting violent

- he likes the principle of religion itself, because in his opinion it makes people stick to something for centuries

- For him, it's the same thing he did to people

- when you told him that you were going to fast, he was confused and didn't really understand

- you had to explain it to him and you could see in his face that he was not the biggest fan of it

- according to him it was just impossible to know if you had time to eat at night, after all you lived with him

- however, when he saw that it hurt you the way he treated your religion, he made sure that you could fully concentrate on your religion during this time

- he tries to support you in his own way, which may not always be correct but he tries his best

Gromsko

- he himself had a few colleagues who were Muslims and with whom he celebrated iftar, but only when you lived with him did he really realize what it actually meant

- he made you a Ramadan calendar like you made him an Advent calendar at Christmas

- he filled it with things he knew you would like, different sweets and a lot of other stuff

- he also helped you with cooking or did all the housework when you were not feeling well

- he also helped you cook and prepare for breaking the fast

- he found out of his own that you were not allowed to listen to music, he made sure that there wasn’t music playing anywhere

- that confused you, cause he was always listing to some Taylor swift song and when you asked him about it he told you confused himself that you weren’t allowed to listen to music, which made you giggle

- you told him that you were allowed to listen to it, but that you had to avoid it a bit, to focus more on praying and your religion

- he was SOO embarrassed that he had misunderstood it

- he helped and supported you wherever he could

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⤷ crushing on b

how I grew closer with b

A lot of people have been messaging me asking how Ive gotten so comfortable and close with b, I’ll give you some things that worked for me and our relationship in general!! Keep in mind B has been teaching me for two years! So we weren’t close off the bat.

﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ 1ST YEAR ﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

In my first year of him teaching me, I was very reserved and quiet (i’ll admit I only thought of him as just another one of my teachers, i wasn’t attracted right off the bat) We grew close after I helped B with a school event, during the breaks of our school event i chatted with him personally about school and personal life.

I am very talkative especially in person so I can have convos with anyone without feeling awkward!! After this school event, I felt more comfortable to break out in convo with him in the halls or during class! It also helped that our spare periods lined up so I would often bump into him or help him with his next period prep! Allowing us to initially get closer, during our spares I would help him with tasks such as cleaning up the desks, sweeping and even organizing worksheets!! To fill the silence I would always ask him his plans for the weekend or he loved to hear me ramble a lot since he found it endearing!!

I also really enjoyed the subject he taught since it was my strong suit!! So i often would get praise on my work and assessments! IF YOUR FAILING YOUR TC CLASS TRY TO STRENGTHEN YOUR KNOWLEDGE IN THAT SUBJECT!! THEY HONESTLY NOTICE AND IT MAKES YOU LOOK LIKE YOU CARE ABOUT WHAT THEY ARE TEACHING YOU

I didn’t see him as much in my second semester so we weren’t as close before the school year ended!! What I do know though was that he was going through a divorce with his wife

﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ 2ND YEAR ﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

This is the year where our relationship would take a turn!! We got more closer and our relationship turned more intimate and personal (no I didn’t sleep with him) i had this class where we were allowed to study any topic we want and by the end of the sem present it! My topic was really personal! So when he would proof read my work he would asks questions about my struggles and I opened up to him ( which allowed him to open up about some struggles he went through when he was younger and his divorce WHICH HE HAS NEVER MENTIONED TO ANYONE ELSE ) these intimate talks kinda built trust between us and in moments if i ever were to cry or get slightly emotional he would comfort me by rubbing his hand on my back or anything to calm me down! I’m not going to lie i would pretend i needed extra help just to spend more time with him which I do not regret since that help me find more ways to talk and be around him!! ( DO IT!! NOT TOO OFTEN OFC ONCE IN A WHILE)

This is kinda random but I love to bake!!! B loves sweet treats and candy so I would always carry a chocolate bar or any type of candy to give to him and he would even buy me gum or give me some of his!! ( gum addict right here!!) and for special occasions when i made cookies or brownies for my friend i would make one for him and package it pretty and give it to him!! He was very appreciative and gave me loads of compliments and always asked me to bring more!! ( if you have a interest in baking try finding out if your tc likes sweet things or his favourite dessert!!)

One thing that definitely changed the game for me was our music taste!! Our music taste is similar and he is a big music fan during class he takes song requests when we have work periods so when I asked him to play a song from this certain band, he was really happy to hear someone else knows that band and we began to recommend each-other different artists!! I started visiting him during lunch and show him a ton of playlists introducing him to different artists i liked and he would always pull me aside and recommend me bands he think i would like!! Atp i made a move and offered him to follow me on spotify so he can check out all my playlists instead of going through that process of trying to share it through bluetooth ( thankfully he accepted and we both follow eachother! )

I’ll create a part two on this ( its getting lengthy) and some of the situations we’ve had incase any of you guys are curious!! send me questions abt anything, i’d love to answer!!

[muddyorbsblr]

relinquish the crown: outfits & portraits

Series Masterlist See my full list of works here!

Placement: before the main story; decades before 'at first sight'

Summary: While on a vacation in Midgard with your friends, you encounter a beautiful stranger.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: themes of incest (he's adopted but still); a few cuss words; Astrid (pre-antagonist era); implied smut [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: the last part takes place in Season 3 when the spell's lifted and they're happy & married

"Princess, what in the Nine even possessed you with the idea to purchase this…apartment? And when?"

You turned to face Halley, a lady in waiting for your grandmother, Queen Frigga, who had been sitting comfortably in an arm chair inside the living area of your apartment on Midgard. On a whim, you and your friends decided that perhaps you could all take a trip to the realm simply to have a break from the duties that swamped your daily schedules.

"Well a few decades ago I'd presented the idea to the Allfather that perhaps I could find a way to make my own wealth separate from the House of Odin, and naturally he had quite the colorful opinion about his only grandchild toiling away at the mercy of inferior laborers." She, along with your other two friends from the Queen's ladies in waiting, Narda and Astrid, laughed at your impression of your Grandfather.

"Could you truly blame him, Your Highness?" Astrid countered with a giggle. "Imagine the gossips that would spread about in Asgard if its citizens saw their darling crown princess…a merchant in one of the shops that they frequented?"

"Funny enough, that's almost exactly what Odin said." You gave them all a shrug, continuing with your story. "So he told me that perhaps I could explore a way to earn this wealth…in a way that he deemed fitting of a royal. I did my research and found that there truly wasn't an opportunity in Asgard that he found suitable enough, so I explored earning it here in Midgard. With a currency conversion system in place between the two realms, I figured perhaps I could explore my options here."

"And so you've acquired a job that allowed you to purchase this place for us to lounge when we vacation?" Narda asked you, a toothy smile gracing her features as she continued to take in your surroundings. "I must say, Y/N, this is magnificent! It's nearly as opulent as your own chambers!"

"Not quite…" you trailed off, taking a walk around the apartment and waving your arm in a dramatic flourish. "I do not simply own this apartment as a reward for the wealth I'd already amassed. I own…this structure. The whole thing is one of many that I own around Midgard." You found yourself unable to fight the satisfied grin pulling at the sides of your mouth at the sight of their dropped jaws. "This is the source of my wealth, not the reward of it. I am almost certain that this reveal was the only time I'd heard Odin tell me that he was impressed with my mind. Even told me it nearly rivaled his son's."

"Your father's?"

You laughed at Halley's innocent enough query. Truth was you loved your father Thor dearly but it was common knowledge to anyone who'd seen you growing up that your intellect surpassed his early on in your youth. "No no, the other one. The one that's been gone for centuries on a realms-wide mission."

"Ohh him! Norns, what was his name again?"

"Don't know," you answered the fire-haired lady with a shrug. "I suppose I'll meet him eventually. His mission has to conclude sometime, right?" Your friends nodded their heads at your logic, finally giving you enough  opportunity to segue into a new topic of conversation, making a motion with your hand as if to wave the current subject of the ever mysterious dark prince of Asgard away. "I did not bring us here to speculate about elusive members of my family. Truthfully, I'd arranged for this trip so that we may bring to reality a certain topic we'd discussed a fortnight ago? Something that Astrid mentioned about…wedding outfits?"

"Ooh, do tell, Princess." Halley sat up straighter from the edge of the bed, visibly bouncing with excitement.

"Well, we'd discussed all about what we would wear at the ceremony. Giving our vows of fidelity or what ever other tradition we would choose in its place, considering that some of us are rather averse to the sight of blood in general, let alone drawing their own." You threw a playfully pointed glance at Narda who simply giggled and shrugged her shoulders at you in agreement. "But that had me thinking…what if we had a wardrobe that was only for the eyes of the one we would spend the rest of our lives with?"

"Your Highness, how deliciously salacious," Astrid cooed. "Perhaps it could even be for the one we're destined for!" she squealed, clapping her hands together with a childlike mirth about her.

"Oh Norns, Astrid, this again? Fateds?" She nodded excitedly at you. "'Tis nothing but a pretty tale weaved by our parents and their parents before them to give us something to yearn for when we were but children. Heart's mates and red strings--oh, apologies, crimson threads…They're all nothing but an illusion, my friends."

"But Y/N, a seer in Vanaheim told me that my thread was already crimson!" Narda exclaimed. "Perhaps it is true?"

"My friend if your thread is truly crimson then I wish you all the happiness in the Nine." You walked over to the reddish-blonde to pull her into a warm embrace. "How about this, when we return home I will consult with my grandmother about these threads of ours and I will know the name of your Fated. Then, I will keep that information to myself and give you only confirmation on whether you've already met them or if they already play a role in your life."

The lady in waiting hugged you back with fervor. "Oh thank you, Y/N! Oh I do hope that it's Fandral. That would just be a dream. A wonderful, beautiful dream."

"Well then perhaps you should acquire a special wardrobe in his colors," you offered with a smirk. "A touch of optimism never hurt anyone." You turned to address your other friends once more. "And perhaps we should all see each other's choices? So that in the future if we were to ever cross paths with one another while donning these specific robes, we would know the significance of the event? And know better than to disturb each other?"

The three ladies nodded their agreement as you all raced out of your apartment to scour the more tantalizing clothing that Midgard had to offer, your conversation before parting ways purely consisting of the color and how much lace or satin you all pictured in the attire.

"No," you grumbled at the reflection looking back at you, the color of the satin negligee somehow disagreeable with the image you had in mind when you were thinking 'only for the eyes of the one you would love forever'. It was in your colors, but somehow it felt as if it was the wrong choice…

"Maybe you could try another color, sweetie?"  the sales clerk offered. "You have such a lovely skin tone for dark jewel tones, so maybe a nice sapphire blue, or maybe even a lovely burgundy--"

"Not the burgundy," you cut her off, your voice taking on a distinctly Midgardian accent from this region of the realm, pinched but with a slight lilt and flattening your vowels to rid yourself of your Asgardian tone. There will be nothing even remotely alluring about the occasion if I choose an attire set in my father's colors, Norns help me, you thought to yourself. But as you envisioned the color wheel in your mind's eye, an idea suddenly struck you. "How about emerald?"

You exited the lingerie merchant satisfied with your purchase, albeit a touch perplexed that the set you ended up purchasing was not set in your own colors but rather a color that hadn't been present within Asgard since at least before you were born. In truth, it seemed as if it had been a taboo to don a color that was the opposite of the House of Thor.

And yet somehow when the color was placed against your skin, the resulting image felt almost…

"Oh fuck, I'm so sorry!" you exclaimed, your Midgardian accent still on full display as you turned to face the towering man you'd surely bowled over. "I wasn't looking where I was going it was completely--"

"I was at fault, I wholeheartedly apologize."

Your breath caught in your throat at the sight of the man before you. Norns, what a beautiful specimen. The angled features of his face that resembled not only the sculptures set in marble by the great creators in Midgard's history, but also the statues set in bronze and gold throughout Asgard. The slicked back raven hair that cascaded down to his shoulders in loose curls. All of it culminated in a man that had effectively stolen the air from your lungs.

"You must be made of quite the strong stock," he commented at you with a chuckle, walking towards  you with a brilliant smile gracing his features. "Most individuals I cross paths with like that usually don't stay on their feet."

Norns help me, his voice…I could drown in a pool of just his voice. "I was…about to say the same thing," you returned with a giggle that had you inwardly slapping yourself. You are the crown princess of Asgard, Y/N, you best act the fucking part. "I usually knock people over if I bump into them like that. Oh gosh I hope I didn't--cause you to spill anything on yourself." You began to motion toward his suit, set in black with gold cufflinks at the ends of the coat sleeves. "It'd be a shame to ruin such an impeccable suit."

"No worries, milady, there was nothing spilt." You had to fight with everything you had to stop yourself from swooning as an effect of his accent and vernacular that suggested he was walking among the people of the wrong century. He began to motion toward his suit as well. "In truth I do not usually gravitate towards these colors but today somehow it felt--"

"Right," you finished for him, your smile stretching even wider across your lips as he nodded at you, his own smile becoming more brilliant as the sun's light caught it. "I kind of…had a similar experience just a while ago." Before you could make a further fool of yourself for staring so blatantly at the stranger's face, undoubtedly complete with your eyes glistening with lascivious thoughts as it was known to do, you broke your gaze away from the man and stammered, "I--I should get going. Friends waiting for me and all." As you were stepping away backwards from him, you called out, "Sorry again!"

Hours later and you still couldn't rid your mind of the face of the handsome stranger you'd bumped into, blankly oohing and aahing at Halley's and Narda's chosen wardrobes and committing the images to memory for the moment you were to ever come across them wearing such garments.

All the while you found yourself sketching the man's face in your journal, deciding that if you couldn't banish his visage from your mind, then perhaps you should immortalize it somewhere instead.

"Norns be good, Y/N! Who is that absolutely delectable gentleman on the page?" Halley rested her chin on your shoulder, trying to get a better look at your illustration. "Please don't be cruel and tell us he's simply someone you envisioned in your mind's eye."

"No no, my friend, do not worry. He is quite real," you said softly, a smile finding its way to your face as you stared at the man's visage on the pages. "I crossed paths with him earlier on my way back here. Didn't even stumble one bit when I did."

"Hmm…perhaps he's not Midgardian," Narda offered, wiggling her eyebrows at you as she spied the smile that hadn't let your face quite yet.

"Perhaps he's a frost giant," Astrid jested from inside the bathroom, earning chuckles from the rest of you outside waiting for her to emerge with her chosen wardrobe. "Then again you'd know straight away, Your Highness. Blue skin and storeys high and all." A few moments later, she spoke again. "Alright my friends, I hope you're ready…"

The garments she'd chosen took you aback, with it being a black satin negligee with detailing in gold lace. "Considering our friendship and Asgard's customs about wearing colors I'm going to have to ask--"

"Norns, no!" she cut you off with a cackle. "Beautiful as you are, Highness, my devotion does not run that deep--"

"Astrid, relax. I'm simply poking a bit of fun." She let out a sigh of relief, the panic subsiding from her face. "But once again considering our friendship, I'll allow it." You gave her a cheeky wink before she closed the door on you all again to change back to her regular clothing.

"Did you get his name, Y/N?" You turned to Narda, furrowing your brows at her question. "The handsome stranger you've been sketching. Did you get his name?"

You placed the heels of your palms to your temples in a show of self-directed abasement. "I am a complete fool! Never even crossed my mind to give him my name, or get his." You groaned as you buried your face in your hands, grumbling, "Chances are I'd never cross paths with him again regardless. Besides, if he's Midgardian then any chance we even remotely had to last are doomed. I'd outlive the poor mortal."

Several decades later…

The numbers were starting to blur together in your vision as you grew tired from computing for the budget for new training equipment for the fledgling soldiers of the realm when you heard the doors to your chambers opening, a familiar audible pattern of footsteps causing an elated smile to stretch across your face.

"Hello, husband," you called out, not looking up from your work desk, your grin growing wider as you heard his footsteps fast approaching where you were seated. A faint giggle escaped you as you felt him rest his chin on your shoulder before pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. "How fortunate of me that you've concluded your duties early today."

A satisfied sigh slipped from your lips as he proceeded to press kisses down to your neck, lightly sucking on the juncture to your shoulder and smirking against your skin as you relaxed against him. "I've missed you, my darling."

"Missed me?" you chuckled, his fingers lightly grasping your chin to turn your head to face him so that he could press his lips to yours in a tender kiss. "You saw me last this morning, Loki, it's been mere hours."

"Hmmm yes…and already it has been too long," he murmured against your lips. "Did you truly think I was exaggerating when I once said I wished to spend every moment with you for the rest of your lives?" You could only let out a whimpered moan as he kissed you once more, slipping his tongue past your lips to glide against your own, his arm moving to wrap around your waist and pull you tighter against him.

His words caused your heart to swell that you feared it would burst from sheer bliss. The thought that once before you would have squirmed away from his touch because of the spell that you begged the Queen to place on you had the strong sting of regret niggling away at your mind. Especially now that you even shared his sentiments of missing each other if you spent even mere moments apart, that there were moments throughout the day when you would instinctively reach for his hand and have to hide your visible dismay when your mind reconciled that he wasn't there.

You found yourself smiling against his lips as you could hear the reluctance in him as he pulled away. "You're quite a distraction, my love," he cooed in between kisses. "I distinctly remember coming here to ask you something."

"If I recall, I was simply sitting by my desk, staring at numbers when you walked in and you distracted me," you retorted, smirking at him as you pulled away, appreciating the amused grin that tugged at the corners of his mouth as he looked upon you. "What did you need to ask me?"

"I was perusing the list you'd given me on your journal and I came across…an illustration." Your journal suddenly materialized in his hand and he flipped through the pages with his magic, the pages glowing with the telltale green hue of his enchantments. "When did you draw this portrait of me?"

You looked upon the page as he placed the journal atop the scrolls and parchments that you were analyzing, your breath hitching as tears welled in your eyes. "It was you," you uttered with choked back cries.

"I don't quite follow, little Princess." You felt your body relaxing against him once again as he pulled you close, pressing tender kisses to your hair as his free hand lightly stroked up and down your arm.

"Decades before we'd met, I visited Midgard with my friends. I had to attend to some of my investments there and turned it into a…bit of a vacation. While I was there I'd crossed paths with this beautiful stranger whose face refused to leave my mind. So I drew him." You turned your gaze back to him, the air leaving your lungs as you saw the wonder shining in his own eyes. "And now here you are."

As the moments ticked by that he remained staring at you, fingertips lightly tracing the features upon your face, you could feel the crease between your brows beginning to form as confusion washed over you. "It couldn't possibly…" he trailed off before promptly stepping away from you and walking toward his side of the study, to the shelves that housed his tomes upon tomes of journals.

"Loki?" You rose from your desk and made your way toward your husband, the astonishment unwavering from his features as he seemed to have found the page that he was searching for. "What is it?"

"Y/N…my darling wife…" He reached for your hand and raised it to his lips to kiss once you stepped close enough. "Decades before we'd met, I visited Midgard as a brief intermission between my surveillance assignments. I crossed paths with a beguiling woman I'd assumed was an astoundingly strong Midgardian because I hadn't bowled her over. I wore a suit in colors not my own purely because it felt…it felt as if I should. As if the Norns had been guiding me." He let go of your hand to wrap his arm around your waist, holding you close against him. "Your colors."

"Husband--"

"Her face refused to leave my mind. So I drew her." He showed you the page his journal had been opened to, containing an illustration that held a near perfect likeness to you. "It was you." Your vision blurred once again as the tears welled in your eyes, rolling down your cheeks as you tried to blink them away; all you could see was the silhouette of a wide grin stretched across his face before he pulled you into a kiss that stole the air from your lungs, weakening you so that you would have been on your knees if he hadn't been holding you up. "Even before we met it was always you. My little Princess. My dear heart."

Your journal materialized in your hands with a flash of green and you raised it next to his, putting your illustrations of one another side by side. "Now they're together," you said softly, letting out a soft giggle as both journals disappeared with another flash of green, his fingers intertwining with yours as he turned you to face him.

"Now they're together," he echoed your words, his tone taking on a darker tone that sent a shudder throughout your body as he effortlessly lifted you off your feet. The only sound that left your lips was a whimpered moan as you hooked your legs around his waist, a smirk tugging at the corner of your husband's mouth as he began to walk you both toward your bedchamber. "Just like us," he husked as he laid you down on your bed, proceeding to press kisses down the column of your neck, stopping his descent at the neckline of your dress to suck a bruise over your heart. "I was made to be yours."

"And I yours," you breathed out, repletion washing over you as you felt his hands running down your sides, fingers tracing teasingly slow circles once skin met skin.

"I wish to make love to you, my darling wife." You found yourself becoming crazed for his touch the moment your gazes met, his eyes darkened with lustful intent and yet a tenderness still peeking through as he wordlessly asked for your assent.

A low humming sound of appreciation reverberated through him as you ran your hand through his raven locks. "Yes." You felt a smile pull at the sides of your mouth as you sighed the word, feeling the layers of clothing separating you two from one another melting away in a tauntingly slow wash of green. "My darling husband, as long as I am breathing the answer will always be yes."

A/N: I want you all to remember Astrid's chosen outfit that's gonna come into play again sometime in Season 2. That thing that YN mentions about crimson threads will also come into play in another companion piece that I'll be writing soon-ish…from Queen Frigga's POV. 👀✌️

This one took me embarrassingly long to write because of how slow I was moving this entire last week due to being hit with a big sick for days. 🥲 But my breathing's back to about 98%, I don't feel like I have a marble helmet weighing down on my head anymore, so I'm jumping straight into the next thing I'm writing, which is summoned part 2! After that it's gonna be a juggling act between requests, Season 1B, and a whole bunch of other things because I already know that I just can't help myself 🫠

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[panigamermauser]

So, finally got myself to download epilogue.

It was an enjoyable experience for what it is. I will discard that it is not what I wanted. I had enough time to accept that Larian cannot stick the landing to save their life, and BG3 was not an exception, no matter how much I wanted it to be.

More details, spoilers, opinions, speculations etc under the cut.

For me it was solid 8/10 experience.

I dropped 1 point because they took away our inventory and did not put a single potion of animal speak in the camp. So I could not talk to Scratch and Owly! What travesty is that?!!!

I was considering going back to before the point of no return to add the spell, but decided it will take too long, and this was my first run anyways, so I missed some things or got suboptimal quest outcomes because it was a blind run.

And another half point off is for assuming Tav would leave Scratch and Owly behind. Wysteria WOULD NEVER abandon her furbabies!

And to get all the grumpynes out of the way - and put them in the last half-point I took off my score, here it is.

I do not get why epilogue removed scene of Wyll and Karlach in Hell. It was such a cool scene, and it would tie-in nicely with epilogue. Why? Put it back!

Also, why I was not allowed to talk more to Astarion? I get that in game he and Tav were together all this time. But me as a player was not there.

The least they could do is give us unlimited hugs and kisses, like with Halsin. And if there narratively no news between Tav and Astarion, we could have talked about Sebastian's letter and Gur's letter. And discussing moving in with Halsin or Gale. Both have invited us, after all. That would have been perfect. But unlimited hugs and kisses should have been a bare minimum!

And I hate Wither's 'this is the end... for now. You might be needed later'. Do not fucking tease new content if you have no plans to do it. Just stop. Give us definitive ending, or announce you plan to add dlc or a sequel at the same time as the tease. Especially if it is for a new game that won't be out for many years and not a dlc.

(And yeah, I read all the hints he has in his room. Dark Sun letter combined with Milil... My guess is that Cyric is the next Big Bad. I get excited by such things, and I do not want to get excited this early. Either announce the thing or do not tease 😤).

Companions do not interact with each other💔

And just some puzzling things.

Why not all companions get unlimited hugs? I love Shadowheart, yes! But I also love Karlach and Wyll! They need unlimited hugs too!

I wonder how Tav knew about 9 wagons of kids with Halsin if it was only mentioned in deleted datamined epilogue slides and was not a player's knowledge in the game itself?

Gale says he gave crown to Mystra. But we left it to rot in the river! Did he go back and went diving anyways?

Now onto good things!

So, Milil cameo is 10/10, Wysteria nearly peed her pants with excitement! He better be romanceable in the next game.

Loved seeing Boo riding on Minsc's shoulder. And hearing Minsc's descriptions of all the companions. Heartwarming! Though Boo is a tease with all the arcane remedies for vampiric condition that he will not say, because love is the strongest!🙃

Guess we'll go to Gale's magic students and quiz them on the topic then😄

Loved newspapers and letters. It was especially sweet of Haarlep to write💖 Please write more and come to visit too😏 My favourite Incubus indeed!

Also, lol @ so many ppl wanting to fuck Raphael now that he is dead🤣

Shadowheart having a million and a half of animals is very sweet! Especially wolf cub! 💖

Karlach and Wyll are officially a couple now? Yes please😍

The egg hatched! Hello gith baby boy!

And Lae actually saying she missed Wysteria? 💖💖💖

I am happy Halsin has finally settled down. I think Wysteria and Astarion will settle down with him when they find the cure. And at least Astarion will have a good home when Wysteria dies of old age. I mean, even if cured, Astarion is still an elf with hundreds of years left to live. And tieflings have human lifespan. So Wysteria will die much earlier that both Halsin and Astarion. Unless Withers does smth about it.

Did Arabella become Elminster's apprentice? Or there's some other 'beard man' she's talking about?🤔

Happy for Alfira and Lakrissa getting a house and a music school💖

Nice tease about Karlach and Wyll finding a hellforge map! I'd love it to be a dlc, but I will take offscreen cure too.

Wyll becoming a ranger now that he's not a Warlock is very cool. I wish we could meet his animal companions

Tara is a treasure💖

I am very glad the game recognized I did not kill Nocturne and just knocked her out😊

Overall it was a very nice small free thing. I'd prefer payed large one where we visit everyone and actually SEE the changes. Oh well. It was good for what it is.

[dailyhelldorm]

Archive from twitter.

Rei, Aira, and Tatsumi's little talk in the "Heart from ME STREAM".

Including haracters' lines on screen and chat comments! In the chat, 4 people are commenting: Hiiro, HiMERU, Jun, and Koga!

Text is below.

Heart from me STREAM! Aira & Tatsumi & Rei

Note: this is two-part story.

Part 1

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Location: Aira, Eichi, Rei’s room

Aira: Everyone, Aira~bu ♪ Til today we are continuing the idle talk streaming relay! The final one is our time!

Tatsumi: Fumu, the chat is coming in with a lot of comments "rabu~i", Aira-san.

Rei: Everyone, are you looking forward to our appearances? Let's enjoy it together until the end.

Aira: Then, it's a bit fast-forward but let's draw the topic card! Please do, Tattsun-senpai!

Tatsumi: Please excuse me... Today's topic is "What kind of content do you want to do when you are preparing to stream?"

Aira: It means not the kind of idle talk streaming have been done so far, right? What is popular now is game streaming or something like that...

I might want to do some stream talking about my impression of idols' lives! Like when receiving fanservice or how great a setlist is, I want to share my happiest feelings with a lot of people ♪

Rei: Fufu, you are saying, not about your live performance, but like an impression discussing session about other "units'" lives?

Aira: Ehehe, did I get found out? Still, if after "ALKALOID"'s live is finished, having an after talk stream is also seeming fun ♪

[☆]

Part 2

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Location: Aira, Eichi, Rei’s room

Rei: About me, well then… Maybe a strolling around the night streets streaming?

Different from the time in the day, I want to show the charm of the night town with my own hands ♪

Aira: What is that, I want to hear more about that! Every time a place is introduced, the Super Chat will start donating ♪

Tattsun-senpai, what kind of thing that you want to try?

Tatsumi: …My apologies, I lack knowledge about streaming, so I can't think of anything right now.

Rei: Fumu, how about we see what the chat is saying? Let's see, let's see… "I am happy only hearing you speak.", "I just want to listen to your voice forever" and so.

Aira: I get it~! Tattsun-senpai's voice is really healing. A lot of comments want you to read them ♪

Ah! How about doing a streaming content of consulting people's minor concerns?

Rei: Fumu, a concern-consulting stream you say. Certainly, he can answer them with kindness.

Tatsumi: I see. The act of being the person who saves the lost lamb losing their ways. It might be a quite fitting streaming content for me.

Aira: Yup yup! I also want to consult a lot of things with you too ♪

…I-Is this late already!? But I still have things to talk about!

Rei: Time flies when you are having fun, don’t you think? Did everyone enjoy this time's idle talk streaming relay?

Tatsumi: Fufu, the chat has become even more lively. I, too, was having fun. If one day we have the chance, I want to do a stream like this.

Aira: Just like that, if we can do some content like what I had talked about previously!

Rei: Umu. Everyone, thank you for watching until now ♪ Please look forward to the day we can do some chattering like this.

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Characters’ lines on screen

Tatsumi: With this kind of method, I am happy I can hear everyone’s voice ♪

Rei: He~y, everyone, are you watching~? Fufufu, at once, the comments are coming in ♪ Thank you.

Aira: Everyone’s stream was the best! Everytime is just godly time, I never miss even one!

Characters’ comments on chat

@Hiiro_A: Rabu~i! Is this okay? I tried to imitate everyone!

@Jun_S: If it is Tatsumi-senpai’s streaming content then whatever it is, I think it will be successful~!

@Himeru: Be able to hear your thoughts about our live, allow HiMERU to express his gratitude.

@Koga_O: Streaming is Sakuma-senpai huh? Well, it can't be helped, I have to watch this through.

Continuation: Eichi, Hokuto & Chiaki’s talk.

[eyebagshawty]

How many characters can we request for scenarios or headcanons? Would you do the same prompt with different characters? Are there any topics you won't do like rape, suicide, etc? Do you do poly ships x reader? Would you mind if we request for Alternate Universes or Aus like AU where the character lives happily? Would you mind if the request is suggestive, implied sex, or mentioned sex but no explicit sex? Would you mind if we specify for reader to be human or their race to be unspecified? What kinks would you accept for NSFW requests? Thank you in advance!

So for how many characters, I’d prefer to do 7-10. This is because with that amount it would allow me to keep the quality at a high, and I only want to give you guys my best! I’d probably need a clarification on which prompt, but I’m sure for instance with the bathing/taking care of them prompt I could make another part and include Zevlor, Rolan, soft Raphael, and others; that is to say I can always make a part two if you ask.

With sensitive topics, I’m down to write pretty much whatever as long as it goes productively towards the plot. For instance with non-con situations, I’d like to keep to plot driving moments instead of nsfw one shots; dub-con I’m more comfortable with in that sense, but I just don’t think I could write a non-con one shot and be happy with my work.

Poly is perfectly fine with me.

I absolutely love AUs, it’s always so interesting to see how each character would be in a completely different setting — so by all means request those if you would like!

With requesting suggestive content, by all means let me now how suggestive you would like it! I want to make your request perfect for you and the more knowledge I have the better :) I’m comfortable writing in any of those forms listed.

Specifying race is okay with me, such as human, drow, elf, tiefling and the like. If it isn’t specified however I usually just write with a blank slate that anyone can build their oc off of.

Lastly, for kinks, the list of what I’m willing to do is pretty long. So here is a list of what I’m NOT under any circumstances comfortable with:

- any bodily fluids outside of the realm of blood and semen

- any really wide age gaps or dd/lg (daddy kink and mommy kink are fine just no age regression type of thing)

- any like really extreme physical abuse

- no Halsin as a bear if you know what I mean

- again probably no non-con if it doesn’t move the story in a driving way (as in non-con just for the sake of it — dub-con I am more comfortable with)

My policy would be that if it’s not in that list but you’re still unsure, just dm me and ask; I’m judgement free and will respectfully decline if needed. And thank you anon for this ask! I hope it helps with any requests you might have <3

[maxiine]

Memories not forgotten

Zhongli fluff post- contains memory loss and angsty topics. But overall cute I promise >.<

Not proofread

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Moments forgotten in the span of only of few minutes, seconds, and sometimes even instantly. This was the curse you bore when you were graced into this world. Simply unable to remember the most important or cherished moments of your long life.

You used to sulk in the melancholy of your life and how it will forever be the way that it is. But as you grew older- wiser, and since matured; you’ve realized that worrying over things you won’t even remember being a worry- was not worth it. Instead you’d allow yourself to live, forget, and live again.

It was sometimes a beautiful experience. You’d see such beautiful iridescent flowers or the pink Sakura trees and their falling leaves that wowed you the moment you laid your eyes upon them. And you’d continue to feel that awe forever as the memory of that ‘first’ encounter fades each time.

Other times it was truly a reminder of what a curse you had. Just as simple as when you meet wonderful people and hear their stories. Forgotten. Taking tasks from others or previous jobs and commissions. All Forgotten. Not to mention the burden you had become to your own family and friends, constantly having to be monitored and treated like a sickly child.

However, there was one person who treated you like any other being. Treated you normally as if you weren’t burdened with an illness. Constantly asking you questions and having beautiful conversations with you even if they were already had a dozen times before. He was sweet beyond all accords. He was a diligent listener and an even better storyteller. He’d often ramble on about his past memories and experiences, sometimes even speaking about the things he noticed and admired on his walk here. His kindness and attentiveness to you had not gone unseen. You’d thank him almost every conversation for the way he noticed you so simply. He’d kindly reply “of course, it is a great pleasure to have these conversations with you” ever time. At least you assumed it was every time.

As you and zhongli became more aquatinted, he’d make an effort for you to take the special medications he had made for you. His broad knowledge of this world and substances was quite large, so it was no surprise that he knew of some potions or herbal medications that would help you retain your memory even for alittle bit longer.

He mentioned that he had the assistance of his friends bazui and a far off aquatints named taighnari. With all their brilliant minds put together, they created a small herbal medicine that you would take 3 times a day- presumably for the rest of your life if you choose to.

You were relentless at first, to no ends would you be caught drinking this concoction hes created. But it was until zhongli had ‘expressed his plead for your memory to strengthen so that way you could make some with him that you’d surely never forget’ when you finally gave in and decided to put this medicine to the test.

It was slow at first, showing little to no sign of improvement on your memory functions. But after a few weeks and steady months, your memory was indeed developing and gaining strength. You’d remember certain things for the entire day, sometimes even multiple days before they were swept away. Even so, even if the memories you’d make would vanish inevitable- holding on to them for even an entire day was more than you’d could ever wish for.

You’d share the exciting news with your beloved zhongli and express how you were incredibly thankful to him. For he and truly changed your life.

“ZHONGLIII! Can you BELIEVE IT??” You cheer excitedly whilst getting closer to zhongli.

“I am more than pleased that the medicine has been working. It truly brings me so much joy to see you happy.” He says with his usual stoic and gentle tone.

“I actually remember what I ate for dinner yesterday and AND I REMEMBER THE FLOWERS I SAW ON THE WALK HERE!” You continue to ramble on about all the things you could remember. It was all a shock and somewhat hard to take in, but with zhongli’s steady hand holding your waist gently before you could fall, you knew all would be okay.

“Now my dear I have a question, one I hope you will not forget to quickly.” Zhongli asks before facing you. He towers over you but not in an intimidating way, rather a protective yet observant kind.

“Would you like to make some memories with me?” His tone is serious and the way he outstretched his hand in reach for yours tells you and underlining message.

‘He’s been waiting for this moment for a while, oh my poor zhongli. I’m sorry to have kept you waiting.’ You think quietly to yourself before you take his hand.

“I would love to but..” you hesitate for a moment. “when I forget, It will only hurt you.. wouldn’t it?” You were merely being honest. Inevitably you would forget the precious moments you hope to have with him. You wouldn’t want him to go through that grief.

Especially knowing you wouldn’t even recall the reason for it.

“Nonsense. Being able to recite to you the memories we will make, the journey we will take- will be my greatest pleasure. Reciting the moments we’ve shared will allow me to relive them, and I must say, watching the glimmer in your eyes as you realize the memories we share will be more than worth it.”

Zhongli continues on, explaining to you why no matter the curse you bare, you will never be a burden. You can’t hurt him for your presence alone is a living memory of love.

And although you havent had many moments with your dearest zhongli on account of your memory. He loves you with his entire being. And will continue to remind you of that everyday.

You live, forget, and live again.

Except now, you’ll be living and making memories along side the man who will never let you forget <3

[greatideas-badwriter]

SasuSaku: Sacrificed To The Banished Prince Ch. 7

For the first time in her life, Sakura actually felt as though she was useful and wanted. She had a purpose, and that was to rescue Prince Uchiha from his curse.

'It'd be easier if that curse wasn't so human-like,' she thought to herself while walking by Akuma's side through the halls of the manor. It was the middle of the night, but he didn't care if she'd normally be sleeping at this time. She didn't dare say something, either.

"You're still quiet, Mouse. When will you loosen your tongue? I've become bored."

Sakura's gaze fell to the ground as they continued their leisurely stroll, "I'm sorry. Is there something you wish to speak about, Akuma?"

The demon remained quiet momentarily before he suddenly pressed the Haruno woman to the wall, leering down at her with glowing red eyes, "Tell me, Sacrifice. If you could have anything you desire, what would it be?"

Her limbs trembled fearfully as she pressed her palms to his chest. She didn't dare try shoving him away because it'd only anger him further. "D-Desire? I am happy with what I have now."

"You must be joking. You have nothing but temporary riches and a weak fiance who pretends to care for you because it's in his best interest. How can you be happy?"

"Akuma..." She breathed, sucking in a gasp when one of his hands wrapped loosely around her throat so his thumb could lift her chin. In a moment of desperation to calm his irritation, she answered honestly, "Truthfully, I never imagined having clothing or a bedroom like these. I never thought I'd be treated so wonderfully by others. All my life, that's all I've yearned for, so I don't know what else I could possibly want."

That same odd expression that'd been showing up lately crossed the demon's features. He searched her face with a frown before whispering in a tone reminiscent of one Prince Uchiha often used, "If I show you pleasures beyond your wildest dreams, would you develop a will to live?"

'What did he just say?' Sakura was only confused for a second before realizing that his goal was to ruin the prince's plans of being rid of him.

She changed the subject, "What will happen to you?"

"Have you grown to care for a demon?" The woman couldn't respond because she was too lost in his red eyes. Akuma quietly said, "I'll return to purgatory, where fate claims I belong."

"P-Purgatory?"

"That is what I said."

Even someone with little world knowledge or experience, like Sakura, could tell that Akuma was not keen on the idea. Cautiously, her fingers loosely clutched his shirt, her green eyes searching his handsome face, "Is being only allowed to live at night truly your preferred existence?"

"It is not."

"Then why-" "If this body becomes weakened and vulnerable when the full moon is high, I may be able to fully eradicate the cowardly prince and have it for my own."

'What?! Prince Uchiha never mentioned that!'

Before Sakura could verbally respond, Akuma continued, "Back on the topic of desires. You've pledged to do as I request, have you not?"

She nodded, averting her eyes nervously, "O-Of course, in exchange for you not bringing harm to anyone else."

'I don't think I'll like where this is going....'

One moment, Akuma was staring deep into her eyes, making it hard for the woman to breathe because she was so anxious and unsure of what the uncontrollable demon might do. Then, he was carrying her princess-style down the hallways until they reached the baths. Sakura's face warmed immediately when she was placed on her feet once more, and Akuma began unbuttoning his shirt. 'What is he doing?! I've never seen a man naked before.'

"Start the bath. I wish for you to attend to me as a maid might their master."

"You want me to, um, wash your hair?" Her fingers fumbled as she did as ordered. The sound of the man undressing made the hairs stand up on her arms though it was getting warm and steamy in the bathroom from the hot water.

Akuma chuckled amusedly, "Won't you look at me? This is the body of your intended, is it not?"

Sakura squeezed her eyes closed and shook her head while listening to him get into the rapidly filling tub. She was terrified to steal even a glimpse.

"Ah, my innocent little pet. Fear not," Akuma mused, "I won't force you into anything...At least for now. There's still too much unknown about your past."

When he made it known that the coast was clear, the pinkette dared to creep her eyes open before relaxing upon seeing the water had risen to the prince's upper torso. He grinned devilishly, "If you allow your eyes to wander like this, I'll have no choice but to make you mine."

'What is he talking about?' "Am I not already yours? You said that I belong to you." Cautiously, Sakura wetted the man's messy black hair, applied the expensive soap to it, and began to massage the substance into his roots.

He allowed his head to fall back, red eyes locking onto her wide green ones. He seemed genuinely intrigued, "Surely a woman of twenty-two years understands the meaning of truly belonging to someone. Are you being coy?"

Sakura was not being coy. In fact, she was completely lost. The average woman was taught about reproduction and marital duties when they first reached puberty; that way, they understood the reason behind the studies they were given on how to run a household. All of this was, of course, in preparation for the marriage they'd one day experience. Sakura was never expected to be anything other than a victim for her family, so the only schooling she'd received was how to read and write. That was when she was very young, and her mother was alive. After her mother's death, that all stopped. As a result, the woman was blissfully ignorant of all things sexual and intimate.

'I feel like a child that's too young to understand what an adult is speaking about.' "I'm...."

"Let us speak of other things lest I have a lapse in self-control."

"Yes, Akuma."

Being around this demon each evening was taking its toll on the pinkette. It wasn't that he was abusing her. In fact, other than forcing her to be in his company and referring to her in derogatory ways, he treated her better than any of her family members had. No, it was the confusion and insecurity in the knowledge that this was an actual demon, not a human.

"You're surprisingly adept at this," the topic of her thoughts breathed.

She snapped out of her deep thoughts and looked down to see Akuma had closed his eyes and relaxed with his arms on the lip of the tub. Her fingers were still massaging his scalp. The steam and warmth suddenly made her exhaustion more apparent. Her inhibitions weakened as her eyes drooped, a small smile tugging at her lips.

When she spoke, it was quiet and gentle to not disturb the calm aura of the room, "Until I arrived here, I had no one attending to me. It's been difficult adjusting to Miss Ino."

The demon remained quiet and still. She felt he wished for her to continue speaking, so she did, musing absently while continuing to wash his hair, "I feel so incredibly blessed to have had the chance to meet everyone here, even you. Regardless of how this experience comes to an end, I'm grateful that I had the chance to leave home for the first time."

"When I was young, my mother told me about so many things. She was a traveling dancer, so she visited many countries and experienced various cultures. I remember my favorite story was about her first love."

Sakura began rinsing Akuma's hair of soap, her actions and words more natural now that the anxiety had faded, "It wasn't with my father, of course. She wouldn't tell me her love's name but said it was love at first sight for them both. He was a member of the traveling group she was a part of."

She giggled, tilting her head whilst admiring the prince's elegant features, "According to her, it was like they could communicate without speaking as soon as they were introduced. I remember her telling me to look for someone who can be my friend first and my lover second when I'm of age, like how it was with them."

"If it was love at first sight, then they were never friends. These ideals are thick with naivety."

"Huh?"

The man's eyes remained closed, but he responded, "If one truly loves another, it is impossible to be friends."

Sakura disagreed entirely. In fact, she was so offended by his blatant insult to her mother that she almost said so but instead clamped her mouth closed and focused on finishing up so she could go to bed. 'What would a demon know of love?'

In the morning, Sakura was surprised to be joined by the prince at breakfast. She fumbled to her feet in order to bow, "Good morning, My Lord!"

"Did we not agree to call one another by name?"

Her face warmed as she nodded and sat down across from him at the large table, but she said nothing, 'He seems to be in a terrible mood. I should try to distance myself to not upset him.'

They ate in silence, though Sakura found the environment too tense. It was difficult to stomach anything with the heavy atmosphere that reminded her so much of home she could almost be sick. Prince Sasuke barely spared her a glance, but she did catch him glaring at her a few times before she completely lost the ability to lift her eyes from the plate. Outwardly, she was meek, pale, and trembling in fear. Inside, her mind was running swiftly.

'I had to have done something wrong, but what was it? Will he call off the engagement and send me back to my family?'

"The announcement of our engagement will be in three days at the castle. The king will hold a ball in our honor. We will leave tomorrow morning, so prepare yourself for travel."

Sakura lowered her head in response, wordlessly confirming her intention to obey. For the rest of the day, the pair avoided one another. At night, Akuma visited but allowed her to sleep instead of waking her for once. The next morning, Ino dressed Sakura up in one of the new dresses the prince had purchased for her and escorted her out to the large carriage.

"Are you not accompanying me?" The pink-haired woman asked with a frown when her handmaid began exiting the carriage after verifying she was properly seated.

Ino paused, smiling reassuringly, "There isn't enough staff here at the manor for any of the maids to come along, My Lady, but rest assured the royal family will take great care of you during your stay."

"Oh...Okay. Thank you," Sakura nodded. Ino was the closest thing to a friend she had in this life, though the pinkette wasn't foolish enough to believe the blond would put up with her pathetic antics if she wasn't ordered to by the prince. Still, that blanket of comfort would be missing amidst this trip.

The door to the carriage reopened moments later, making the poor woman jump in surprise. Prince Sasuke entered, wordlessly sitting across from her. She was so bewildered that she wasn't able to bite her tongue in time to not ask, "We're in the same carriage?"

Dark eyes flashed up to lock onto hers, making her want to shrink away in fear, "Is that a problem, Lady Sakura? I'll ride horseback if you're uncomfortable."

To Sakura, it sounded like he was threatening her not to be high-maintenance and rude, so she shook her head with wide eyes, "N-No, it's fine. I'm sorry."

Neither said another word as they began traveling. Sai and a few other guards were riding horseback while the coach was up front, outside the carriage.

The trip to the royal palace took nearly an entire day. Sakura and the prince exchanged very few words the entire time, leaving the poor woman's nerves on edge. She was too afraid to ask what she'd done to cause the sudden shift in behavior. When they were ordering dresses, Sasuke was quiet, calm, and warm, but now the silence was ice cold and calculating, like he wasn't missing a single thing she did.

By the time they arrived at the palace, it was the middle of the night. Sakura didn't expect a welcoming party because of this and suspected it was her fiance's intention to avoid such a thing by having them arrive at such an odd hour.

Though Akuma didn't to also appear upset with her, he quietly exited the carriage first and offered his hand to aid in her own exit. She nervously accepted the polite gesture, releasing his hand the moment her shoes were on the ground.

The demon's red gaze lifted from her face to behind her. She also heard approaching footsteps, so she turned, only for strong arms to envelope her in a strong hug, "Welcome, my soon-to-be niece!"  

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SSR Jamil Viper Bloom Birthday Personal Story: Part 3

"Happy Birthday"

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[Scarabia Dorm – Birthday Party Venue]

Silver: Next, we have the final question.

Silver: "What would you like to do in the coming year?"

Jamil: That's something I've already gotten figured out. I want to learn the cultures of various countries.

Silver: Their cultures? Please, tell me your reasoning as to why you've decided as such.

Jamil: When I finally get to travel someday, I'd like to use that knowledge to help me connect with the people I meet in those countries.

Jamil: Customs and etiquette are different for each place, right?

Jamil: If I don't have a good grasp of their cherished mannerisms, I may unknowingly offend them.

Jamil: That's why I thought I'd like to learn about other cultures.

Jamil: …Well, another purpose in learning their way of life would also be to prevent being tricked by anyone, too.

Silver: I see… Your consideration for other people is heart-warming.

Silver: In addition, I fully admire how you spare no effort to meet your goal.

Jamil: Thanks for the praise, but… I'm only mimicking my parents' work ethic.

Silver: Your parents?

Jamil: Yeah. My father and mother are very good at entertaining guests.

Jamil: I've seen them transform stiff and nervous expressions into smiles within minutes.

Silver: Into smiles…? That's amazing. How are they able to relax those people so quickly?

Jamil: They would bring up various cultural topics of conversation from that guest's country. Talking about something they have knowledge of allows the guest to relax and open up more.

Jamil: Back when I was a kid, I only thought it was small talk, but…

Jamil: Now I understand. My parents both have a vast intellect, and most likely studied up beforehand for each individual guest.

Jamil: Sometimes I guess I do have to acknowledge their devotion to their work.

Silver: You really do admire your parents, I see. I can understand that feeling as well.

Silver: As someone who also follows in the footsteps of someone I admire, let us continue to work on our devotion together.

Jamil: I'm really only trying to learn useful skills; I wouldn't say I admire them at all…

Jamil: Well, whatever. It's not really anything worth correcting you over.

Silver: The interview is now over. Finally, here… This broom has been specially prepared for you. Please accept it.

Jamil: …!! Amazing, the end of the broom is a bouquet. So, I'm to fly on the Birthday Road with this, huh.

Silver: That's right. …Hm, yes, that broom… Its deep red color suits you.

Silver: I am certain that everyone's spirits will brighten when they see you flying in celebration.

Silver: I look forward to seeing your valiant effort. Good luck.

Jamil: Hmph… I guess I can't let you down if you're going to say that much.

Jamil: …I'm ready to go. Heh, you all should prepare to forever burn my flying figure into your memory.

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